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Red Hood was crouched in the shadows of a doorway, deathly still as he kept an eye on his people in the middle of the night. They still called it Crime Alley, but these days it certainly wasn’t the most crime-ridden neighborhood in Gotham. He made sure of that. No crime went on here without his say-so, and most of it was petty, stupid things like jaywalking (he didn’t care) and teenagers doing dumb shit like tagging graffiti (he let them, kids needed a way to rebel, after all). Any hardcore crime in his territory was either directed by him, or quickly snuffed out.
That’s why when his eye caught motion high up on the rooftop across the street from him, at first he didn’t even pay attention to it. It was probably a Bat on patrol, which was annoying (why couldn’t they just trust him to keep his own territory in order?), but not a threat.
But then something about the movement up there itched in the back of his brain. Something was off about it. So he turned his attention away from the street and up to the roof above fifth floor of the building across from him.
For a moment, he saw nothing. His eyes scanned the skyline, intimately familiar with every shape of every object on those roofs. Nothing looked out of place.
There. It appeared from behind a steam vent and flew over to the next roof in a perfectly straight line, then vanished behind a stairwell.
That was what was wrong with it. It flew. It didn’t dart from shadow to shadow and then leap between buildings in a graceful but silent arc, the way a Bat would. It flew across the gap in a perfectly straight line, almost as though gravity didn’t concern it. Hood narrowed his eyes in suspicion as he watched for it again. He saw it, this time coming back the other way, flying across the gap between roofs and…stopping. In mid-air. And then turning around in mid-air.
Oh fuck no. He wasn’t having anyone, or anything, larger than a pigeon doing any flying in his part of town. He sprang into action so smoothly and silently that no one on the street noticed at all. He swung up on top of the doorway and then propelled himself up the side of the building, using windowsills as footholds, the laundry on the line beside him barely billowing from the breeze he created as he climbed by. He reached the five-story roof in seconds, swung around behind the parapet, and peered across the street.
Now the shadow was much clearer, and it was definitely person-shaped. At least, the top half of it was. The bottom half was…indiscernible, almost as if it faded away into nothing. The darkness didn’t fool Hood’s sight whatsoever; years of training and practice and living and breathing in the night had him as used to seeing in it as the day. Actually he liked it more. Daylight was so…harsh.
Despite his excellent vision, he needed to be closer to it if he was going to learn anything more. He ran two roofs over so as not to chance it hearing him, then took a running start and leapt over the street below until he was on the same side as the shadow. He then carefully darted across the rooftops, remaining in the shadows, moving near-silently as he landed on the same building where it was.
He saw movement again and snapped his head in that direction to see…a perfectly normal kid walk out from behind a maintenance shed. He was young, maybe twenty, if that. He had a shock of black hair that flopped almost into his eyes and was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt, and he would have been utterly unremarkable except for where he was and the fact that he was kinda hot.
Almost as if he’d heard that thought, the kid turned his head exactly in the direction where Red Hood was hiding. Hood new he couldn’t be searching for him; he was absolutely hidden where he was in the shadow of an open vent, and he knew he made no sound. Yet the kid seemed to be staring directly at him, to the point that it made him uneasy. He slinked his way down through the vent, silently crawling through the building’s HVAC system until he came out another one, this time to the left of the kid and about ten feet closer.
He turned his head immediately and stared directly into Hood’s hiding place, and he’d had enough. He sprang from the shadows lightening fast, grabbing the kid hard by the shoulders and shoving his back against the brick wall of the stairwell. He expected the motion to knock the wind out of him so he paused there, pinning the kid in place with his hands on his shoulders, giving him a second to catch his breath or hyperventilate or pass out, as so often happened when he apprehended trespassers on his roofs.
He did none of those things. Instead he just stared at Hood with icy calm blue eyes that seemed to pierce into him, utterly unafraid.
Okay, that was unusual, but nothing he couldn’t deal with. He tightened his iron grip on the kid’s shoulders, knowing he would be bruised tomorrow. Good.
“What are you doing here?” he demanded, bringing his red clad face right up to the kid for maximum intimidation. He didn’t blink. He didn’t flinch. Instead, he raked his eyes up and down Red Hood’s form in a way that made him feel utterly exposed, and gave a sly little grin.
“Looking for you, apparently.”
What the fuck.
He pushed him even harder into the wall, lifting a forearm up to press against the kid’s throat. He expected to hear the sound of gasping chokes as he pressed a calculated amount of pressure against the kid’s windpipe. He didn’t. Instead, the kid gave a soft sigh, almost a moan, as if he liked what Hood was doing to him. Hood shouldn’t have been able to feel the kid’s warmth on his arm through his body armor, but he did. He felt warm. A pleasant feeling, it crept into him from deep inside him where normally his rage sprang from. The rage was still there, oh, and it was roiling, but beside it was a soft, warm glow that rushed up to his face and made his cheeks flush.
“Why are you looking for me,” he hissed, using a tone of voice that normally left hardened gangsters with their knees shaking and their pants wet. The kid’s eyes raked over him again, and he watched him lick his lips, and damn, he was good looking.
“I’m hungry, and you feel delicious,” he said softly, his eyes dropping flirtatiously.
Hood’s normal intimidation tactics weren’t working, and it was pissing him off. He moved his entire body in closer this time, intending to crush this kid to the wall even if it made him pass out. Instead, when he felt the warmth of his body pressed against his, heat bloomed inside his veins and he was suddenly very, very turned on.
The incredible pressure at which he was crushing this kid to the wall didn’t ease in the slightest, despite his sudden arousal. His cock started to swell but his body armor would hide that, so no one needed to know. But despite how hard he held the boy’s to the wall, he still lifted a hand with ease, bringing it up to stroke along Hood’s neck. His body armor should have protected him from any kind of touch, and yet he felt it; felt warm fingers stroke along his skin as if it was bare, and he shivered with heat.
“You’re so intense,” the boy whispered, his eyelids drooping with desire, almost as if he were as suddenly taken over by this as Hood was. His brain was desperately trying to scream something at him, but it was too late to do anything about it as he felt the kid’s fingers stroke down his bare (not bare) neck, tracing over his shoulder as if he had no clothes there at all, then raking his fingernails down the skin of his bicep.
“Damn,” the boy said, squeezing his muscles hard with his fingers. He exhaled, and a faint blue cloud wisped from between his lips. “Yeah, it’s you. I need you.”
Red Hood wanted to tell him to fuck off. Instead, he said “Fuck you.”
The kid replied with, “Yes, please.”
Hood felt his entire body flush with desire. His breath increased and his heartrate skyrocketed, despite years of training to keep his vitals steady. He pushed his entire body forward and tried to run his tongue up the kids neck, only to be surprised by his helmet in the way. He wanted to rip it off and devour this kid with his lips and mouth and tongue, but a lifetime of discipline kept him from actually doing it.
Instead he growled and flipped the kid’s body around, slamming him chest-first into the wall. His fingers moved to the top of his jeans and he yanked them down, which got a whisper of “Fuck yes, yes, yes,” from his captive. It didn’t make sense, none of this made any sense, but his brain was offline and not being consulted. He felt need now; an absolute uncontrollable desire, which overtook him and he tore at his armor, ripping the bottom half of the suit down to expose his hard, swollen cock.
Something in the back of his mind told him he would hurt this kid if he just rawed him bare like this, but he wasn’t listening to it and the kid’s soft whispers begging him to do it didn’t help. He clasped the boy’s hips roughly with his fingers and pushed his cock forward, shuddering as the tip was surrounded by flesh and heat, surprised at how easily he glided inside. Did this kid fucking prep himself ahead of time?
That thought vanished as soon as the kid thrust his ass back, taking Hood deeper into him. The boy reached up with his hands behind him and clawed at Hood’s shoulders, desperately trying to pull him closer. He didn’t need to worry about that. Hood clasped his hands roughly around the pale waist in front of him, gripped hard, and thrust.
“Fuck!” the boy shouted, tilting his face up to the sky, and Hood immediately clasped a hand over his mouth as he pressed his naked thighs against the brick wall. He might have been completely overpowered by some kind of sex pollen or spell or whatever, but he still had his lifetime of training to be instinctually silent.
“Not a word,” he snarled into the kid’s ear, and he nodded vigorously. He removed his hand. The kid talked immediately, but at least he was quieter this time.
“Whatever you want, darling. Just please, please fuck me.”
He did.
He shoved himself in hard, hard enough that the kid should have at least winced, but instead he moaned like a whore.
“Oh, yes….”
Hood pounded into him, the heat surrounding his cock so, so hot and so, so good. Oh, it felt good. Mmmmm, better than any fuck he’d had in a long, long time. Oh, he couldn’t stop. That ass was just so inviting, so warm, so perfect…and so wanting him.
With every thrust he gave, the kid pushed back right into it, his own skinny little arms straining as he pushed hard against the wall, trying to get closer to Hood. Closer, closer, they were both desperate for it now, each of them working as hard as they could to slam into each other.
The kid was strong. Much, much stronger than someone his size should be. Hood’s brain, despite being 98% offline, still managed to start clicking the pieces together. The word meta finally came to him, but it was too late and he didn’t care, the pleasure in his cock growing deeper and hotter the more he fucked.
A normal human would definitely have been hurt by now. Broken bones, bruised ribs, bleeding ass were all absent as he pounded into the stranger. Instead the kid moaned like a whore, groaning with pleasure at every hard thrust Hood pushed into him. He leaned his head forward, resting his red helmet on the kid’s shoulder, his heavy breathing loud enough to be heard even through it.
The kid opened an icy blue eye and turned to face him as much as he could with his chest pressed up against the wall.
“Stop holding back,” he whispered, his finger tips digging so hard into the brick that bits of it crumbled and fell to the ground. He was trembling.
Hood grunted.
“I’m not.”
He watched his face split into a mischievous, flirtations grin. Blue eyes taunted him and pink lips whispered,
“Liar.”
Hood lost the last semblance of his self-control. The Lazarus pit welled up within him and he screamed in a hot, boiling, lustful rage. He threw the boy to the ground face-first, falling on top of him and began to pound into him so hard the dust on the roof rattled. Lust and heat and fire burned in him and it felt so, so so good. He couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop. He was aware that the force he was using would seriously injure, perhaps even kill, a normal person.
Instead, his black-haired lover moaned salaciously beneath him. The harder he thrust, the more he begged for it.
“Yes, yes, yes…more, more,” was all he said, and Hood gave it to him. The kid arched his back and lifted his hips, making it all the easier for Hood to pound into him. Heat and fire raged through his body and flooded his cock, his fingers desperately grabbing at the soft hips beneath them, slamming them up into him.
His heart raced and the heat grew. The hotter he became the more he needed, wanted, hungry, oh he was so hungry, oh he needed.
The pressure was so intense now everything else in the world disappeared. An entire rival gang could be taking over his street below and he wouldn’t have noticed; he couldn’t hear anything, or see anything, or feel anything other than the delicious ass beneath him. He’d never fucked like this before, with all his power, with all his strength. There weren’t many people on this planet who could’ve withstood it, never mind enjoyed it, but that was exactly what was happening.
The kid beneath him moaned with every thrust, and now his voice was getting louder.
“Yes. Yes. More,” he growled, his voice getting darker and it drove Hood mad. Somehow, he fucked harder, chasing the building orgasm, slamming the kids half-naked body into the dust of he roof, though he didn’t seem to care at all.
Hood came, the rush of pleasure overwhelming him as he pumped his release deep inside, watching as the form beneath him shuddered and cried out at the same time. The kid orgasmed all over the roof beneath, his body trembling as he arched his back with his eyes flying wide open. He reached up and clasped his hands over his mouth almost in desperation, choking a cry from coming out of himself, but it rattled Hood’s bones anyway. In his haze, it almost looked like the kid’s skin had a green tint to it, but then it faded and they both fell to the roof.
He collapsed on top of the kid, breathing as hard as if he’d just run across the entire city. Harder. His fingers ached from how hard he’d been clutching the kid's hips. He looked down at them and did, in fact, see bruises starting to form across his pale skin, though he should have had crushed bones at this point.
So he was not totally invulnerable, just really, really strong. Not a Kryptonian, then, though he seemed to be able to fly like one. Hood realized his brain was starting to come back online, even as his breath heaved with his cock still planted in the kid’s ass. He started to think again. This wasn’t normal. He was under some sort of mind-control, some sort of sex pollen, and he had to break free.
He had absolutely no willpower to pull himself out. In fact, despite the life-changing orgasm he’d just had, he was still hard. He felt his pulse rushing through him, starting to cry out again for more, more, more.
“So good…” the kid said, turning his head to look back at Hood. “Don’t stop.”
Hood couldn’t pull away. But that didn’t mean he could do nothing. He reached for his gun and pressed it against the kid’s head so quickly it took him a second to register what was happening. He turned his head slightly, actually pressing it harder into the barrel of the gun when he did so.
“Who. Are. You.” Hood demanded.
The icy blue eyes stared into him and in them he saw want, need, hunger… and turmoil. Pain. Loneliness. It sang against his own, like looking into a mirror. In those eyes he recognized himself. Bad plan for the incubus, or whatever it was. He hated himself. The was no one easier for him to kill.
He cocked his gun.
“Let me go, or I will kill you.”
The kid laughed. Not the insane way the Joker laughed, but actual laughter, as if he truly thought what Hood said was funny.
“You’re a little late for that.”
He slammed the kid’s face into the roof and held the back of his head down. He was sweet, so sweet. Delicious and irresistible. Hood couldn’t even manage to pull his chest away from his back. Couldn’t even manage to pull out of him to flip him over and look his enemy properly in the eye.
Didn’t matter. He would get himself free. With willpower as honed as steel, he pulled the trigger.