Unlocking A Bird's Cage

by Val_Creative

Summary:

After surviving a near-death injury, Dick ends up in a complicated housing situation with three Alphas and an Alpha-to-be.

Notes:

[spreads out hands] I keep saying "I'm really not a long word count ficcer",,,, and I keep being a fucking liar too apparently. 🫢 Holy shit. I was not expecting to do 15k+ words of A/B/O world-building and smut and character study! But here we are!

OKAY WELL THAT'S ALL I GOT. BWAHAHA. THAT'S A WRAP, FOLKS. I got other stuff I need to write for and it was fun while it lasted. Shame about Day 5-7. I got all my ideas saved for a rainy day. My last day for the Omega Dick Week, posting very late, and it was Day #4 prompt(s): Free Use Omega woooo! I hope y'all like this and of course comments are welcomed! Thank you!🫶

 

 

*

There's nothing better.

Absolutely nothing better than getting himself empty... right after being fucked FULL of cum... Dick softly sighs, untensing every muscle possible, letting his hole trickle. Like a warm, rushing flow.

"Richie?" A voice, curious and distinctly female, sounds over the toilet when Dick hurriedly flushes it. "Richie, baby, are you done in there?"

"Door's open!" he calls out.

One of the hand-towels fist into Dick's hand wiping.

While making sure there's no enema cleansing fluids or Alpha-cum inside him, prodding the stretched-sore hole, checking himself, Dick glances up to the figure hesitating in the bathroom's entrance. The both of them, naked — her dark brown figure and Dick's tan skin.

A good-natured laugh escapes Dick's throat. "Round two in the bathroom?" he says suggestively, tossing aside the hand-towel. Dick poses a little, ignoring the gigantic and deep stomach-scars visible.

His Alpha-bedpartner squawks, grinning and thumping Dick's arm.

"Noo! I need to pee, you big jerk!"

"Oh, well then... my fault for assuming."

Putting his hands into her stylishly thickened coils of red hair, Dick eases her in. Their lips scrape familiar, gleeful kisses. He can feel each aroused twitch of her curves. It's in her shoulders. In her Alpha-clit.

The voluptuous mound of sex-organ rubs on Dick's thigh, newly wet.

Dick half-imagines leading them together into the shower, going at it again until Dick's eyes roll back from the impending sex-high, but he honestly has been careless about leaving Wayne Manor undetected.

Gotta be better...

About sneaking out before anyone in the Pack notices...

"Sorry about the wait," Dick murmurs, pressing one last, nipping kiss on her lips before exiting, shutting the bathroom door for her privacy.

He then promptly locates his street clothes, yanking them on.

Guilt nags at Dick's conscious.

Lately, he's not interested in the long-term relationships... or being 'Richie'. It's not a perfect system using instinct, granted, but... Dick, as an Omega, can usually find women and men sharing similar wants as Dick: To love, to fuck regularly without mating bonds or bites.

Burdening himself with more responsibilities than the various property managements and organizations held under Dick's own name or the Titans regrouping in the outskirts of Bludhaven...

(Yeah, there's enough going on with or without Dick taking on risks...)

He jams open the apartment's window, preparing to climb through, and suddenly stops when Damian crouches to block him. In a red-and-black hoodie, with long colorful stripes of blue on Damian's sleeves. Almost a Nightwing-blue, Dick's brain unhelpfully supplies.

Still crouching, Damian glares through his hood's opening. Powdery white snowflakes, falling freely, melt on contact. He can nearly feel all the heated irritation roiling off of Damian's body from where Dick is.

A number of things come to mind, to say aloud, "Ohh, this isn't my apartment?" and "Stalking is an convictable offense with up to 18 months in jail" and "...wait, wait, let me explain!!" being the main ones, but instead he holds a gaze with Damian's narrowing eyes and rests an elbow onto the windowsill, Dick's palm settling up under his chin.

"Come here often?" he quips, looking amused by the growing snowy hush between Dick and him. Neither of them blinking. If Damian could visibly bristle at the underlying challenge, Dick thinks he would.

"If you think you're being funny right now, Grayson—" Damian rumbles, like a warning, and folds his arms,"—just know you're not."

"So we're back on last names, huh?"

"Hrrm."

Damian's nostrils flare, inhaling. Registering in the scents emitting from inside. It's coming heavily off of Dick too, Dick already knows. He's tried washing. The hot, flowery pheromone clinging to any of the exposed flesh on Dick... from yet another Alpha not part of the Pack.

Dick makes a slightly reluctant noise, looking away and raising eyebrows. The hand under Dick's chin moves to push through dark strands of his hair. "Can't say I don't deserve it, I guess," he mumbles.

"I don't care about what you deserve or not. You're leaving, Grayson."

Lurching upright, Damian goes back from the fire escape he scaled. Expecting Dick to follow. Down below, in the alley of the old brownstone, he sees Damian's ride parked by grayed snow-mush.

Dick turns back around as the toilet flushes again, his Alpha-bedpartner out of sight with the closed door, and opens his mouth.

"That means NOW—!"

"Alright, alright," Dick mutters under his breath, no longer feeling conflicted about it. The sharpness of Damian's yell tightens his chest.

He'll text.

Maybe.

Maybe if Damian doesn't rat him out and Bruce (or, even worse, Jason) doesn't confiscate Dick's phone and any burner backups first.

*

He couldn't call it 'being under house arrest' but it's... like that.

Being cooped up anywhere never translated well for Dick. His parents traveled their whole lives in a circus. Birds weren't meant to be caged.

(Did Rapunzel, from up high, high, high in her tower... did any of those prized princes and princesses from storybooks, lost in the halls of sprawling Gothic castles like Wayne Manor... did any of them try to jump to freedom? Not to die, in spite of everything... but to live?)

Absently, one of Dick's hands presses over a healed stomach-scar.

He's here. With the people Dick considers family. Proving it in love and loyalty. Just like they've proved it to Dick, not that long ago. He would have died too without them... Bruce, Jason, Tim, Damian...

That means more to live for.

*

Dick heads out of the second-floor lounge elevator, into the lounge, flipping one of his twin escrima sticks, one-handed, and catching it in the other. He whistles for effect, pitching low to high, low to high, as its durable polymer twirls mid-air between Dick's ungloved fingers.

He hasn't been able to leave the grounds much, out of obligation. Given to distracting himself out of boredom or catching up on cases.

Bruce likes him close.

Bruce, as the Pack-Alpha, especially likes him best when Dick is obedient (despite the level of submission, because it is different... because Dick doesn't think he will ever achieve complete submission, even as an Omega, to Bruce's Alpha when they are so different).

Dick knows Bruce likes it, secretly, when they take up room on Bruce's old and unused bed, his head pillowing Dick's bare, leanly muscular thigh, Dick's fingertips rubbing gentle half-circles across Bruce's jaw... when eventually, Dick curls them in, Bruce's lips and the side of his face nuzzling the lump of Dick's Omega-cock, while Dick read out loud from an "Odyssey" book, one of Bruce's favorite first editions, Bruce sucking Dick intensely through a pair of Bruce's pants, open-mouthed growling as Bruce tastes a hint of Dick's cum...

Or when Dick uses his flexibility to hunch out of the angle of Bruce's work-camera during a Holt Holdings Inc. meeting, Dick's naked and lubricant-dripping ass positioned between Bruce's legs spread, and Dick warms that huge, hardening Alpha-cock inside of him for the entire sixty minutes before any goodbyes were exchanged... if Dick concentrates hard enough on his task, if Dick is good and quiet, if Dick is obedient enough for Bruce's liking... he gets rewarded with a long, thorough session of fucking, courtesy of Bruce, Dick's hands and knees starting to go numb... until Bruce's office chair rattles, until his Omega-cock ejaculates in heavy spurts onto Bruce's carpet...

Dick remembers trying to be alone in the North Forest, a while back, needing air after spending hours underground in the Cave, satisfying Bruce's need for company (all of Dick's holes throbbing fiercely from use), only for Tim to 'fetch' him back inside, bribing Dick with time together, watching reruns of "24" and making hot fudge sundaes.

In a moment of semi-seriousness, Dick offered marathoning... on Tim... while they marathoned television show episodes at the same time. He chuckled, pleased with himself, as Tim decided to groan out Dick's name, as if exasperated, and blush into his ice cream bowl.

They settled on cuddling up in the Manor's home movie-theater, after reconfiguring the projector for streaming services, Tim's legs comfortably arranged over Dick's lap, Dick's chin perched onto Tim's shoulder. He massaged Tim's calves and ankles lazily, losing interest in the projector-screen to sneak little, loving kisses under Tim's ear.

Dick whispered that it was okay... and he wanted Tim to... recognizing the slow-melding scent of an Alpha fated to an Omega before Tim even knew it himself. He let the other man crawl over Dick. He let Tim finger him with a couple of spit-slick fingers. He let Tim's Alpha-cock eagerly thrust into him, pounding Dick through a quick but heady orgasm, like they were new clumsy lovers instead.

It's not the first or last time Dick will give himself to any one of the Pack.

Dick knows that.

He didn't mean for any of this in the first place — but then, nobody expects to be near-death on the operating table.

*

Almost three years ago, Dick took a hit he couldn't get back up from. Sustaining permanent organ damage and failure. While battling a Man-Bat — not Dr. Kirk Langstrom, but one of the League of Assassin members turned through a mutagen utilized by Talia al Ghul stealing Kirk's formula — and left bleeding out in a downpour of rain.

From there, it's less clear in Dick's memory:

Jason, while patrolling The Hill, heard him on the comms first struggling for life and found a barely conscious Dick within a matter of minutes. Minutes that cost a precious amount in an emergency.

The Cave's system alerted to incoming intruders speeding through one of the furthermost subterranean entrances. Damian prepared security measures, but Bruce had him wait, going on a hunch since Dick's disappearance and picking up a faint signal on two trackers.

A stolen, self-driving car throttled into the garage-level, going between 80-90 mph, nearly clipping the Redbird in the process.

The doors activated, unlocking, revealing most of the backseat stained visibly in Dick's blood. Jason's hands and forearms, too. As well as the front of Jason's armored uniform, the red reddened. He stuck alongside Dick, harshly holding Dick's intestines together.

Jason's gut-wrenching cry of "GODDAMMIT WE NEED YOU, B! I'M LOSING HIM!" toppled a domino effect of responses, with Tim firmly ordering a petrified Damian to grab a stretcher, so Bruce could assist a blood-drenched Jason with loading on the Cave's patient. They worked with almost all of the high-tech medical supplies. They managed to stabilize Dick, losing his heartbeat only once. They prepped Bruce, an O- blood type just like Dick, for long nights ahead.

Dick suspects it is more a trauma response, out of everyone... including himself... but Dick woke up to a Pack forming around him.

All Alphas in Dick's life.

Then there's Damian, someone Unpresented.

(Complicated feelings aside, it doesn't make him any less grateful...)

*

Rounding the second-floor corridor into Dick's current (and seemingly permanent) bedroom in Wayne Manor, he roots around.

Also grateful, Dick finds a handful of unexpired scent-blockers.

He applies one.

A cooling tingle lingers on Dick's neck.

Using his clear, silvered reflection in a display of knight's helmet, to apply another, Dick catches a glimpse of Damian's much more distorted reflection behind him. "Oh, Little D! I thought you were working on the South Lawn with Jay—did you guys figure out why the electric currents on the metallic taser-plates were acting up?"

A soft scoffing.

"Of course I figured it out," Damian answers, unimpressed. "And I have told you to stop calling me 'Little D'. I'm not little anymore."

Dick frowns. He glances around completely, shrugging.

"Yeah you're right. I'm sorry about that... hey!" Dick adds, his frown easing. "Lucius Fox was asking about the Quad-Bat repairs and..."

He pauses, watching as Damian eyes him in skepticism.

"Aaaand... what? What did I do now?"

Damian reaches for Dick's escrima stick left on the dresser, idly examining it, rotating it with Damian's oil grease-browned fingers. His hoodie missing, Dick notices. Even spending two hours working and kneeling in the frozen lawn grass, Damian strips down to a white sleeveless top and overalls. He doesn't blame Damian — from here, Dick senses the ton of heat practically boiling under Damian's skin.

It's typical of a near-Presenting pu...person, Dick corrects himself.

Tim was like this too, seven weeks into turning seventeen, before Bruce assessed Tim, Bruce's newly and legally adopted son, was a full-fledged Alpha. Hormonal imbalances. Night sweats and rise-fall fevers. Constant genitalia pain. However, the biggest indicator of Tim Presenting as an Alpha... it was the numerous swollen scent-glands.

He had so many appear overnight, on Tim's fingers, his torso and shoulder-ridges. Dick tried to help, icing the worst of them aching.

Dick startles a little when the end of his Nightwing-weapon budges Dick's jaw. Damian nudges Dick's own face to lift sideways, exposing a scent-blocker. "You don't have to wear... those things around me."

Choosing patience, he nudges Damian away. "It's not about that. I just, I don't like how I smell sometimes without them," Dick explains.

"But you don't smell like anything when you wear them."

"That's kind of the point, Damian."

(Because what kind of Omega... didn't smell or function like an Omega did normally? It's a social stigma of epic proportions. Dick wants no part of anyone knowing his business, medically speaking.)

Damian's brow furrows.

The Al Ghul green eyes return to staring disapprovingly at Dick's palm and at another neck-gland covered up.

"Listen," Dick quips, trying to lighten the mood, "I get that you don't get it yet... but when you finally Present and you can smell me like everybody else can... trust me, you'll be glad whenever I got 'em on."

"Not even then."

At the soft, sullen acknowledgement, out of Damian, Dick grins and shakes his head. All of Dick's facial muscles pleasantly start to strain.

He leaves the scent-blockers aside, opening his arms in a wordless thank you and dragging Damian easily into it. It feels good, so good, to have his ex-partner accepting Dick's touch without complaint.

Dick leans in, his grin fading, remembering seeing the bleakness on Damian's face the moment Dick woke up during another emergency surgical operation. The glisten of tears on Damian's eyelashes. He never wanted to see Damian, or any of the Pack, look like that again.

Shuddering out a breath, Dick presses his cheek tightly against Damian's head. He will be as tall as Dick soon. Way too soon. (A part of Dick already misses how Damian was the perfect height for resting Dick's elbows/arms folding, whenever Dick leaned over on him... as much as Damian HATED it whenever Dick did and voiced it often...)

"What are you snickering about...?" comes a grumble.

"Nothing," Dick lies, grinning again, inhaling Damian's strong scent. Blazing hot. Peppery. A little like Damian's coffee. He basks in the cresting of Damian's body heat, Dick's fingers pushing affectionately into short strands of hair. His lips nest against Damian's scalp.

When Damian's fingers respond, clutching Dick's sides and burying into the navy fleecy fabric of Dick's sweatshirt, Dick groans happily.

There has been certain unspoken rules and stipulations to being the Pack-Omega. Including being... easy to access... to all and any Alphas inside of the Pack and being obedient into doing whatever he's told.

Dick has considered, on a handful of occasions, going around in less clothing than usual while staying in the Manor. For... accessibility. He's getting tired of finding rips and tears in everything, or washing out patches of Dick's sweat and mouth-shaped spit stains and cum.

(Jason, of course, wanted Dick in nothing. Thinking about it, out loud, would stiffen all of the Alpha-cock length ramming inside of Dick moaning at the thrusts, Dick's wrists roughly caught in Jason's motorcycle-gloved hands slammed to a wall. He made a point of jeering in Dick's ear about tying Dick up later, naked and drooling on a nice juicy gag-ball, and having him ride Jason until morning.)

But then... Selina, being made aware of lover's newest Pack-Omega, deviously gifted Bruce something. Something for Dick to wear.

A pale, frock-like material that hung off Dick's leanly muscular build and left little to the imagination. Through the wide crochet-pattern, any unfamiliar eye could recognize Dick's nipples hardened. Often colored a dusky, bitten red. The slopes of Dick's hips and ass. His small, sensitive Omega-cock frequently erect while rubbing on it.

Dick wore it for Bruce first... smiling silently in Bruce's direction and coyly exposing a round, tan buttock while in the gap of Bruce's upstairs sitting room and the interconnecting bathroom, and Bruce forgot about rinsing out his soapy hair... and then, Dick wore it for Tim, initiating sex after gleefully being cornered with Tim's heartfelt kisses, quietly led away with him in one of the unlit wine cellars...

Without anyone to enforce a clothing-rule or the like, Dick wears whatever he feels like now... and mostly it is a variety of his own t-shirts and jeans. Besides, Damian never enforces anything with him.

To his relief, Dick can come and go freely... if it's up to Damian.

"Mm, hey..." he whispers, feeling the tip of Damian's nose sniffing close to one of his scent-blockers on his neck. "What are you doing?"

In a mix of confusion and growing amusement, Dick releases him from the hug. He watches as Damian frowns outright. And as Damian proceeds to grab a fistful of Dick's navy sweatshirt and sniff it harder.

"... You don't smell like me anymore," Damian concludes, irritated.

"Excuse me?" Dick asks. He watches on, laughing in more confusion, as Damian doesn't respond, marching out of Dick's current bedroom for, very likely, Damian's room next-door. "Hello? Did I go invisible?"

After a moment, Damian reappears, tossing a shirt into Dick's face.

"Here. Put it on."

Dick blinks, going indignant. "What are yo—Damian, this is my shirt."

"I'm aware."

"You went to get me my own shirt? When I'm already in a shirt?"

"Are you going to keep asking me useless questions?" Damian insists, his voice dry with sarcasm. "It has my scent on it. It should suffice."

Sputtering slightly, Dick blinks again more rapidly.

"Have you been SLEEPING in my clothes?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Damian blurts out, crossing his arms defensively. "I slept on your clothes. I am not some kind of lecher."

Blowing air through his lips loudly, Dick looks down at his own shirt and makes a exaggeratedly doubtful look at nobody in particular, Dick's lips curl into a thin smile. Sure. Thanks. Whatever you say.

He hears Damian's ttch! hissing out and Dick's bedroom wastebasket getting snatched up in one of Damian's hands. Litter getting tossed.

Thanks...

Dick takes a moment, inhaling deep, shutting his eyes. His nostrils fill entirely with Damian's heat and natural scent. It's much more calming than Dick wants to admit. Maybe that's him being a lecher.

Slipping off the fleecy sweatshirt printed with HUDSON UNIVERSITY, Dick notices Damian's eyes avoiding stomach-scars.

"Your biological tissue replacement has improved," Damian mumbles.

Dick sucks his tongue thoughtfully. "I don't need to hear about it anymore, okay? I'm fine. As a matter of fact, I got told I'm doing much better than fine, according to Leslie's last visit..." He grumbles bitterly, putting an arm through shirt-sleeves, "So everybody else needs to learn the difference between recovering here and being held captive."

"They're being protective of you, as Alphas. It's part of them."

Uugh!

He knows, he knows — it isn't that Dick doesn't know this!

If Dick hadn't been heavily medicated on painkillers and hormonal drips, completely out of it, in those first few weeks... he would have lost his mind worrying about Bruce. Dick needed enough blood that it ended up weakening Bruce for roughly a month, in compensation.

After emergency surgeries, Dick lost his colon, spleen, appendix, and a hunk of Dick's left kidney that wasn't extremely dire in replacing.

But the rest... Dick's bladder and a portion of his lower intestines... they needed work. Compatible organ and tissue replacements. On top of it, Dick lost all of his internal Omega-reproductive system.

Spending the rest of his life on a cocktail of hormone supplements and pills, just to have a normal endocrine system... maintaining a sense of Dick's homoeostasis... considering, it is a small price to pay. Getting to escape alive from this. Out of all of the injuries though, most frustrating to him, being on Dick's general mobility and flexibility. How they have suffered. He won't leave physical therapy.

Dick grunts, rubbing the space between his eyebrows pinching.

"I get that. I get why they're all worried and acting like this, Damian, but... mmm, it's hard to explain. Do you know about stress relief balls? From the office supply chain marts?" Dick lets out a humorless noise, shrugging out his arms. "That's me... getting squeezed out, at every opportunity, whenever Bruce or Jason are moody enough..."

A hush that Dick feels responsible for falls, punctuated by the bottoms of Damian's house-slippers against the wooden flooring.

His expression flits before Damian goes: "What about Drake?"

"Tim?" Dick repeats. "He's usually a good communicator."

"Drake still uses you whenever it is convenient. Like some sex toy."

Jealousy, in little amounts, always smell like candied tangors to Dick. In the most nauseating way possible. Hot and sweet and sun-rotting.

"Oh god, no. This is my fault," Dick mumbles, covering his reddened face and dropping into a old, ornate sitting-room chair that got itself relocated from Damian's. "We shouldn't even be discussing this."

Damian's upper lip sneers. He leaves aside the trash-basket.

"You keep trying to separate me from Father and the others. It's insulting — and I won't be underestimated. I come from a long and ancient Alpha bloodline. Even the female-born heirs. Even Mother."

Dick winces, but he chances meeting Damian's gaze. "Nobody can really know who they are until it happens." Dick admits out loud.

The furrowed line of Damian's brow vanishes.

"Sorry."

"You should be. Because you are mistaken," Damian adds, tilting his chin smugly. The light in Damian's eyes bright. "I plan to be the first.''

Dick muffles a grinning laugh into his own palm, lowering it.

"If you really insist..." he breathes. "Congratulations in advance."

Climbing out of his seat, Dick misjudges leaning. His equilibrium dips. The faintest edges of Damian's smirk vanishes, as he reaches for the side of Dick's hip, clutching on, helping Dick quickly steady.

"Richard?" he asks, Dick's hand patting Damian's shoulder closest.

"Hooo, okay, it's okay—you can let me go—"

"Richard."

Interrupted by the heated bite in Damian's tone, Dick stares around. The color of Damian's eyes so feverishly bright. His cheeks flushed.

When nothing else is spoken, the tension coiling, Dick nods.

"You're becoming a man, right?" he points out to Damian, cutting it. "If there's something on your mind, find the resolve now. Say it."

Unthinkingly, Damian's fingers clutch tighter to his hip.

"Fine..." Damian exhales, swallows. "We were partners once. Batman and Robin. You were my responsibility as much as I was yours."

And I loved it. Every second.

Dick feels the same.

"When I come into being an Alpha, when I have surpassed Father... it will be my responsibility, and mine alone, to take care of you. It doesn't matter to me who else is involved. It doesn't require obedience or submission. It wouldn't suit someone like you anyway."

After a beat, Dick remembers to breath and blink, still staring. The emotional shock feels like a wash of warmth inside. Dick's eyes water.

Teeth sink a little into Dick's bottom lip, grounding him.

"So you are gonna be, hnff..." Dick tries to unsuccessfully talk around his sniffle, dangling an arm cozily around another pair of broadening shoulders, "...you gonna be Batman and the Pack-Alpha? One day?"

Damian huffs, his cheeks turning pinker in what Dick suspects is a new raging fever. This near, Dick can feel Damian's skin burning up.

"Who else?"

"I'm not arguing against that—hold on, Dames. Hold on a minute. Lemme check your temperature," Dick murmurs, skimming the back of his hand across the side of Damian's face. It practically stings Dick's own skin. "Alright, we should get you some water and NSAID."

"You make a piss-poor Alfred replacement."

"Aw. Love you too, you big lousy jerk," Dick quips, grinning encouragingly and walking a further huffing Damian out. "Speaking of Alfie, I think I remember where Bruce stashed his recipe book..."

They could use a break.

From everything.

(And maybe from everyone else.)

*

After a failed and overly optimistic recreation of Alfred's famous mulligatawny soup, using reheated rotisserie chicken instead of a whole fresh fowl, forgetting to store the curry powder, letting a 'skin' form while not stirring enough... Dick gives up, enjoying himself.

Damian claims he's busy, heading out, when they've finished cleaning up the kitchen's mess. The Manor seems relatively empty tonight. Bruce patrolling. Tim out with Cassandra. And Jason... missing.

He retrieves the scent-blockers Dick left behind earlier, applying all of them. Dick changes, heading for East entrance hall, texting his date.

"And just where do you think you're going, hot stuff?"

Of course.

Of course.

"Jason, c'mon," Dick complains, getting approached and immediately blocked by Jason's front. "Knock it off, will you? I'm gonna be late..."

A sharp tongue-cluck.

"Don't mind if I guarantee that..."

He yanks Dick's phone out of his hand effortlessly and shoves it into a back-pocket. Scowling, Dick tries for it, reaching. And, Jason's same exact hand captures Dick's wrist, yanking again much harder.

Through a pair of thick, crimson lenses, Jason's modified goggles, his eyes roam every inch of Dick. With his freed hand, not holding Dick's right, dominant arm between them, Jason carefully inspects the opening of Dick's bomber jacket. Revealing more of his date clothes.

"Let go," Dick says quietly, insisting. No longer scowling. The back of Dick's legs hit a center-standing table, jolting it. With nowhere else to go for the moment, Jason crowds. "I'll... be back before I'm noticed."

"Fat chance, ' Wing. Every damn one of us living here notices when you are walking in, smelling like whoever it is you got into bed with."

Jason emphasizes this by daring to push his nose up against Dick's cheekbone, deciding to running his fingers over the soft space of Dick's nape. He knows Jason knows about the barren Omega scent Dick warily covers up. Either with the blockers or Dick's cologne.

"Hey, don't worry. I ain't B..." Jason drawls, still roaming his eyes over Dick. "I'm gonna let you out of your cage... so long as I get first dibs."

The insinuation reddens the tips of Dick's ears. But he's alright with it.

Jason lets go, waits for him to unbelt, Dick's expensive-looking bomber jacket pooling off onto the shiny surface of black oak-wood, Dick's thighs spreading, for long enough. He grabs and hefts both of Dick's hips up to the table's edge easily, Jason's fingers biting right in.

Swallowing hard, Dick flattens himself underneath Jason leaning over and grunting into Dick's bare, visibly cleaned-up throat.

Warm puffs of Jason's breathes on him.

In the process of getting up, Dick narrowly avoids smacking his head on the glittering, glass vase of Martha Wayne's hothouse flowers on this table. It lurches precariously with both of their added weight.

"You're so good at taking orders, that it? Didn't even need B's training?" Jason thumbs Dick's hair aside, mouthing behind Dick's ear and sucking a sore spot. Dick's body reacts with an aroused jerk. "Gettin' plenty of it for free now... I bet you cum on only being told to."

The low, filthy words swirl in Dick's head, hazing him. He feels Jason's lips nibbling his earlobe. When a tongue thrusts, licking, into his ear, Dick squirms and sighs out. His Omega-cock throbs persistently.

He feels for Jason's zipper, struggling to open it.

Bigger dick, bigger issues with clothing when needing a fuck.

Jason's already halfway to a full-on erection, Dick thinks offhandedly, the Alpha-cock hanging heavily and veined against Dick's long, tan fingers stroking Jason. Meanwhile, Jason's hands busy themselves with undoing all hidden buttons and catches in Dick's dress pants.

A male Omega-brand, if Dick considers the marketing scheme. Fitted openings for an Omega's crotch-area, balls to perineum, and ass.

Dick spreads his legs further to accommodate Jason's wideness, a bulking muscular frame similar to Bruce's own, and inhales tightly, anticipating. That Alpha-cockhead spears and stretches his rim.

"Nngn, nn—"

When Dick goes breathless and tenses, it fucks him more. More, more, more. Their hips press and grind slow. Jason's fingertips dig bruisingly to Dick's ribs. "A little pump n' dump won't hurt ya, Dickie," he groans, encountering tightness. "Crap—just relax a bit. Enjoy it."

Once Jason's fully seated in, taking Dick's body, it leaves Dick to rock himself comfortable in place and adjust to the hot, filling sensations.

Dick wishes it wasn't all so dry. The anal slick-glands inside. It's part of the medication side-effects, he's sure. Before Dick's injuries and emergency surgeries, Dick once soaked a mattress in one orgasm.

"Will you, hnn, just make it quick—"

At this, Jason's hitching hip-thrusts pound into Dick. Hitting a more sensitive spot. The volume of Dick's holler, it carries throughout the Grand Hall, reverberating up to the second-floor balcony of halls.

One of Jason's darkly gloved hands thumps him.

"Pipe down or everybody's gonna hear ya gettin' deep-dicked," he warns — and yet still, Jason doesn't hold back, straightening up, legs apart, to plunge into Dick's ass relentlessly. "Unless you're into that."

"You're such a—hhah! ah! aaaah—"

Unable to continue, Dick tries to swallow the moans rising out of him.

"What was that? Feels good?" Jason's mouth smirks. He lets Dick arch and ride the pleasure already building. Jason's fingernails peel at the scent-blockers on Dick's neck. Dick whines in protest, but unable to do much as Jason scents himself, rubbing Dick's swollen glands.

"Jay, I swear to g—gahh!"

In retaliation, Dick squeezes around Jason's Alpha-cock, like a vice, and irritates the un-formed knot. An Alpha can never knot Dick. Not with his missing autonomy and the stinking synthetic hormones.

Jason lets out a deep rumble. Nearly a growl. He shoves Dick's head flat down onto the table, Jason's fingers wrapping around his throat.

Awareness flutters in Dick's chest...

The same hand, hands, Jason furiously used to save Dick's life.... Jason's hands forcing what they could of Dick's insides still inside...

Dick closes his eyes, squeezing appreciatively over Jason's fingers.

Reopening eyes, arching his head slightly, he catches a glimpse of Nightwing-striped hoodie. At the corner, on the old, grand staircase.

Oh, ohh...

No...

Growing hot in the face, Dick looks away. He doesn't wanna know. He doesn't wanna know what Damian's expression is... while watching Jason aggressively fuck him, use him... Dick's small Omega-cock out in the open, hard and dribbling, bobbing in time to Jason's thrusts...

The slide of flesh-on-flesh eases... Jason's load of pre-cum pumping into Dick, spurting deep, acts as a slick itself.... Dick gasps soundlessly when the large, leather-gloved hand on his neck keep a firm pressure... Jason's other hand grips the table's edge, right in-between Dick's crooked open legs, as it loudly, precariously creaks...

He can't help it. He can't.

Dick looks, arching his head back.

At the very top of the stairs, down on one knee and peering around the wall, it's Damian... Dick knows it. There's no mistaking those eyes.

No more than a glance of him, before it is more shadows... god, oh god, Dick clenches and feels his slick-glands actually working. A mixture of Omega-slick and Jason's fluids flood suddenly out of Dick.

"What in the..." Jason says softly, bending in to Dick's ear. "Is it just me or is Bat Junior over there getting an eyeful on purpose? That's a freakazoid."

Grunting, Dick pries Jason's hand off of him.

"Leave him the hell alone.... I mean it, Jason," he warns. The rosy heat lingering on Dick's entire face and chest no longer about arousal.

When Dick tries to sit up and pull off the Alpha-cock inside him, to consider confronting Jason, there comes an unamused snort. Not hesitating to, Jason forcibly grabs both of Dick's hips again, lifting to throw off his balance. Dick ends up leaning back to the elbows.

"Holy shit, man, you're leaking everywhere. So you ARE into it? I wasn't expecting you to be... I don't know, Boy Exhibitionism..."

With another snort, Jason goes for Dick's phone in his back-pocket.

"Freaks of a feather flap together, huh?"

The next thrust of Jason's, good and raw and deep, clenches up Dick's fists at his sides. Dick moans, letting his head fall in semi-reluctance, as the pace roughly fucking into him goes unsteady.

An argument between them isn't enough for Dick to stop. No, not even when Jason records Dick on Dick's phone, angling the camera's flashlight on the slick-slippery and stretched view of Dick's hole twitching around Jason's shaft. Pliant, wet, and a bright, abused red.

Dick loses his concentration, fading into a dazed stupor of release. He sucks in air, feeling the quivers of Jason cumming over and over.

A thumb mashes to Dick's lips, parting them, like a kiss waiting. Never happens. Jason doesn't kiss him when they're like this. Ever. Dick doesn't mind. They're together, like this, one reason or another.

He goes upright again, not seeing it but... feeling... when Jason pulls out abruptly and inserts an anal-plug into Dick, keeping the cum in.

"Nn-no, Jay—"

He smiles wickedly, dropping Dick's phone onto the table's surface. Jason then slaps an opened palm against Dick's naked buttocks, right where the huge, crimson flared base of the anal-plug protrudes.

"Wupps! Guess you'll have to keep all of that nice and safe for me."

Cheerfully whistling, Jason marches off with a little pep in his step. Ignoring as Dick stares outright and collapses, his head thudding.

The hell...

He breathes hard for a moment. Eyes shut. Dick's lips thinned. When Dick carefully scoots himself off the table, pants ruined, insides sloshing warm with Jason's load, he still senses a pair of eyes on him.

Dick decides ignoring is the answer, like Jason, and texts quickly that he'll be late. He needs to wash up and change before it gets awkward.

Tracing over his neck's scent-glands, Dick finds his blockers missing.

All of them.

Bastard !

*

Numbing gel works more effectively on Dick's neck and wrists.

Lucky for him, Dick's date offers an understanding hug when he arrives. She's a pretty, long-limbed Alpha, with dyed auburn ringlets. She's used to guys and girls, all Omegas, smelling like other Alphas.

They take a walk around the more well-known city streets, ending up at a privately owned restaurant. With a view of moonlit waters.

Dick listens to her confess to being an orphan, a juvie inmate, a foster family reject, before aging out of temporary housing, before landing a job as a veterinarian and building a career in professional affordable care for farm livestock and pets and creatures kept in zoo exhibits.

(He confesses being very familiar with the social services system and its disregarding treatment of orphans left behind in Gotham City...)

She offers to pay for the date, when it gets late, and Dick accepts half. But to thank her for a good time... and apologize for being late.. Dick playfully offers himself. He eagerly gets her off under the white, silk dining tablecloth, sucking on her Alpha-clit engorging in his mouth as she giggles, oozing creamy cum all over Dick's tongue.

*

Bruce shouldn't be back from patrol for another hour or so...

(Or so Dick hopes.)

He took one of the bikes from the Manor's garage, for the last-minute date, its engine roaring him back into Crest Hill. The snow sticking.

Down on the third subterranean level, there's running showers in the gym. Quickly, Dick hops in. Scrubs frantically under hot water. It'll really depend on if the patrol went well... and Bruce's mood... if Dick has to sit and hear another lecture about not thinking things through.

To tilt it more in his favor, Dick retrieves the most favored piece of clothing in his experience with Bruce's preferences, Pack-Alpha to his Pack-Omega. It instantly erases any souring expression on Bruce.

While still drying shower-wet hair, he hears the Bat-mobile and several voices.

Two women and Bruce?

Dick hurries up an elevator.

He interrupts an ongoing argument, Bruce in the cowl, Selina practically spit-hissing, and a glaring Talia naming her concerns in a low, leveled voice and holding Bruce's bloody-bandaged arm reaching for Selina's shoulder. As soon as they smell Dick, it quiets.

"Everyone alright?" Dick ventures a guess, noticing an injury or two on the Alpha women. Talia's cheek clawed red, Selina's bruised eye.

"Oh... oh, this is good. You're here, Dick." Selina calms herself while acknowledging him, Selina's Alpha-pheromones melding into a light, dulcet fragrance. Her words benevolent. "How goes the recovery?"

"It goes," Dick replies flatly, eyeing up Bruce's cowl. "Not much else."

Not much of a choice about it either...

(At least Bruce has the decency to look remorseful for a second.)

"Dick."

"Hey, B. I'm right here."

He doesn't know if it is Bruce's apology, or it's the available way to get out the various reasons of frustration building up, between Bruce and everyone, but... he approaches Dick himself. Several of Bruce's gauntlet-covered fingers tilt Dick's frowning mouth up. He gets Dick to rest, slightly inclining, against the Bat-mobile's hood cooling down.

Dick gets himself comfortable, looking down as Bruce, Batman, moves to his armored knees. A sight Dick's never getting used to.

He whispers out to Dick, "you are... you are here..." and pushing up the front of the ivory crochet-material hanging off Dick's nakedness. Bruce's lips engulf the moistened tip of a Omega-cock jutting out.

At the slow suction, Dick bites the inside of his cheek. He rocks and exhales shakily, Dick's palms flattening entirely to the dark titanium.

"Yeah," Dick agrees under his breath. "Maybe appreciate it a bit more..."

An affectionate but still snide-sounding laugh.

"Beloved, you are generous to your little Omega. How admirable."

"No thanks to you," Dick mutters not-so-under-his-breath, prickling at the remark. Like hell he's taking that at all. Especially with Talia, partly responsible for what's happened to him, as Dick is aware.

The Batman-gauntlets clutch over Dick's muscular, naked thighs, like a semi-warning. "Play nice," Bruce rasps, getting back onto his feet.

"Who said I'm 'playing' with her?"

Dick's outrage fades when he notices Selina sighing and shrugging.

"It might help Bruce if you did," she admits, wrinkling her nose good-naturedly at him as Dick glares somewhat. "Trust me, I'm not fond of playing with others either. But sometimes... compromising is best."

So that's where it is going...

Anything to resolve a problem living here, as the Pack-Omega, Dick thinks halfheartedly.

He nods, signaling for whoever it is wants him.

To Dick's surprise, and Bruce's, Talia moves in first. She gently cradles the side of Dick's wide-eyed expression, humming. "Very well. If my heart's most beloved one feels dearly towards you, as his family, as a bed-companion... it is only right that I treated you with respect."

"You don't have to-nnh!" Dick whines when Talia's bare hand grips to his Omega-cock dripping in Bruce's saliva. When he peers into her Al Ghul green eyes, Dick remembers Damian's own. And cums. Hard.

Bracing himself, Dick gasps and feels the oversensitivity creeping in.

"I did tell you, didn't I...?" Selina purrs to Bruce, trailing a hand on Dick's pectoral and admiring the frock-like material starting to stain visibly, wetly at Dick's groin. "He looks scrumptious while wearing it..."

The tips of Selina's claw-fingernails prod, curiously touching Dick's midriff. Going for the ropes of stomach-scars and missing navel.

He shakes his head unconsciously. Dick's features tight.

"Selina," Bruce rumbles for her attention, immediately noticing. Guiding the hand away, the other man lets Selina arch and nuzzle into him, Bruce's mouth planted on her. "Careful with him. Careful."

"He can't carry pups if we...?'

"Nothing would ever be viable to term."

A double-edged sword, in truth. He never needs birth control as an Omega, but Dick remains incapable of making an Alpha knot him. Even once. Something both humiliating and degrading and a relief.

Tim called it a 'bilateral salpingectomy-oophorectomy' emergency operation when Dick was mentally ready to be briefed alone. No Omega-uterus, ovaries, eggs, or fallopian tubes. Whatever of Dick's Omega-cervix still inside him... sewn together, healing up closed.

A lifetime of prescription meds and injections to keep his system in balance, from eating to working the bowels to being able to have sex. The hormones supplemented. Dick hasn't had a real Heat since.

Everyone... can smell it off him.

He needs the scent-blockers. Dick won't land himself a mate, yeah, but who needs the commitment...?

("That's kind of the point, Damian.")

Reddening, Dick squints and lets the perspiration trickle off his chin. He's... not gonna go back to that moment. With Damian on his mind.

("...my responsibility, and mine alone, to take care of you.")

Fuck.

He distracts himself with Bruce undoing the Batman-gauntlets, as the other two Alphas enjoy Dick, Talia still stroking him off, Selina's fingers occupying Dick's mouth and molars instead of focusing elsewhere. When Bruce's fingers reach underneath him, Dick muffles a moan around Selina's knuckles and realizes the plug was forgotten.

A minute-twitch of hesitation before Dick feels it wrenched out. All of that body-warmed cum sitting inside of Dick... Jason's leftovers... it bursts. It spills freely. It escapes down Dick's naked legs opening.

"Brhhn—!"

He gurgles out Bruce's name, and Selina disapprovingly removes her fingers when her lover clasps onto Dick's chin, leaning in, sniffing.

Dick's pulse quickens.

Jason does whatever he wants, in the Manor, in Dick — that's not the problem to Bruce, Dick figures. It's the outsider, Dick's date. Her Alpha-scent, fruity and flirty, reeking. Even with mouthwash, Bruce gets a sense of how her Alpha-clit emptied inside of Dick's mouth.

"Shh, don't be cross with him," Talia murmurs, observing as Bruce's nostrils flare. "He's young and insatiable, beloved. Much like you."

Dick licks his swollen-feeling lips. "Gonna punish me?" he whispers.

"No."

It wouldn't be much of a punishment to Dick... Bruce turning him around, leaning Dick with both hands heavily planted onto the Bat-mobile, 'assuming the position' as a smiling Dick recites to himself...

His smile soundlessly opens, groaning, as Bruce's Alpha-cock fills him. The hot slickness of Jason's cum, inside, eases the passage.

Going rigid, Dick lifts a little from the hips and pushes backwards on a couple of Bruce's plunging thrusts, Dick's inner walls clenching at the familiar fullness. He's... deep. Bruce never holds back like this.

Different hands, feminine, raise the crochet-material up Dick's lower, scarred back, exposing him more. The wintry air in the Cave frigid.

But, two warm Alpha bodies get closer, flocking Bruce's and Dick's sides. Dick lets out a weak, euphoric groan as a feminine finger rubs against Dick's hole quivering to stay unclench. The nail clipped. Not Selina. That teasing finger burrows inside Dick with the Alpha-cock.

"Ooh, hhn, hn—"

"What pretty noises out of his mouth." Talia's voice remains soft and steady, while her finger fucks Dick. "You seem to have chosen well."

That's when she and Bruce pull out, one-by-one, and Dick dizzily hangs his head forward, gulping air. Sweat drrpps! pps! drpps! off of Dick's forehead, landing and glistening onto the Bat-mobile's hood.

Out of nowhere, another pair of feminine hands stroke Dick's hips.

"Selina," comes Bruce's breath.

"Careful, I know..."

Dick writhes when her Alpha-clit cleaves into him. It's good. So good.

"Stop worrying, Bruce." Selina leans into Dick's ear, groan-purring. "This kitty-cat won't gobble up your sweet birdy while in his cage..."

*

He may have blacked-out... Dick suspects so.

When everything clears up, his vision blurred with pleasure, the insides of Dick's thighs and upper legs feeling wet-tacky from a combination of Alpha-fluids. Multiple partners. He remembers Talia and Selina, at the same time, fucking inside him with Bruce nearby...

(That's definitely one way to resolve an argument...)

Dick hears a car veer out of an entrance. Then, a second car.

"We're the only ones left. It's over."

"...Br...uce?" he says, mumbling, feeling Selina's 'gift' getting pulled off him. Rumpling on the Cave's stones. Dick arches himself instinctively into one of Bruce's hands for comfort. It massages Dick's nape.

"You did well, Dick."

"Great. Sexually satisff-fying your tt-two girlfriends who hate each other wasn't... high on my list for... praises I-I was expecting tonight..."

Bruce's arms, his massively muscular shoulders, enclose Dick. He moves in from behind Dick still leaned over with hands planted down. He grunts, considering, and then leaves a kiss to the top of Dick's head. The closest thing to a 'thank you' out of Bruce, Dick's sure.

Dick glances blearily at Bruce's arm-bandages. "What did you do?"

"Selina lost her temper. It'll be fine."

"You two, three, need some kind of intervention staged. Couples therapy. Anything," Dick says sarcastically, "just anything but me."

He misses how Bruce's lips quirk up.

"That is a fair assessment."

*

Morning comes eventually. Dick can smell it from down here in the caverns, bright and warming. The temperature less unbearable.

After showering once more, cleaning out properly, grabbing snacks and water to help the energy loss, the dizziness forming off and on... Dick finds himself back to cockwarming and company. The usual.

Bruce arranges a sleepy-eyed Dick into his lap, when they're in front of the computer monitors, sinking into Dick's heat until they're completely connected. Dick's toes curl up. His soft, round buttocks nudge with weight onto Bruce's hot, huge Alpha-scrotum.

Bruce undoes the Batman cape and lets the other man gladly blanket himself in it. Bruce's strong Alpha-scent, smouldry, all around Dick.

Keep yourself occupied until I am through.

Dick suppresses a yawn, checking Bruce's bloody bandages and re-wrapping them with fresh gauze and dressings while still lying in Bruce's lap. No signs of infection or skin irritation. That's promising.

He does nod off, for another eighteen minutes, waking to Dick's arms loosely circled to Bruce's thick, cowled neck and one of Bruce's arms keeping Dick upright while out, also circling Dick, a large, possessive hand resting to Dick's caped back while Bruce's other hand types.

"I don't think you need this..." Dick says throatily, easing off the Batman-cowl. Bruce's dark hair, dark-looking eyes. A blue as endless as a stormy sky. Hell, Dick could have fell for him in a different life.

Rotating his hips a little, Dick groans softly and feels a tingle starting in his lower regions. Inside him, Bruce's Alpha-cock firms up again.

He chases the sensation of an orgasm heightening, while in Bruce's lap, squeezing hard, harder repeatedly on the Alpha-cockhead. It rubs against the sore, swelling pleasure-glands in Dick's anal canal.

Pistoning, driving down, Dick exhales and untenses himself. Hoping to get more full. Somehow. His Omega-cock presses tightly between himself and the armored Batsuit. Dick's cheek affectionately grinds on Bruce's, as if marking him, Bruce's stubble like a hot, sharp drag.

Dick listens for the gut-deep breathing, Bruce's tells.

He's had Bruce enough in these last months to know when it's getting good for them.

They're not just fated now, as the Pack-Alpha and the Pack-Omega... they're tied by blood. Bruce's blood. It pumped through Dick, in every vein and heart-muscle, in order to save Dick's own life how long ago.

(Even if Dick gets an out, even if he breaks the Pack apart one day for selfish reasons, he owes Bruce so much... for giving a younger Dick a home after his parents died, for raising him as a mentor, for believing in Dick... for saving Dick in more ways than just a blood transfusion.)

Dick's nose nests into Bruce's sweat-dampened hair. He raggedly sighs, craning towards Bruce's shoulders, Dick's arms around Bruce's neck. The orgasm swift. Cum gushes between them, staining armor.

While in the middle of hanging onto Bruce, Dick notices footfalls.

"Hey there, Timmy..." Dick pants, his face flushed from the sexual exertion. Dick's head turns, eyes following the Red Robin boots.

"Hey, Dick."

"Long night for you too?"

A softened snort.

"I've got intel on the whereabouts of Tony Li's crew. After Gabriel Santo was booked a few days ago—uh, are you busy?" Tim asks, uncertain. He glances, mask-less, to Bruce still suited up and a caped Dick dangling bare-legged in the main monitor chair and on Bruce's lap. Dick goes "no" at the same time as Bruce goes "no, continue".

Something something the new head of the Penitente Cartel emerging from the Burnley District — god, Tim's voice sounds oddly nice. Dick realizes it is because he's floating in post-orgasmic haze.

Hard to concentrate, mm—

Especially with both of Bruce's palms sliding under the Bat-cape, under him. They cradle Dick's ass, lifting, lowering. Lowering Dick onto the full, hardened length of Alpha-cock throbbing for release.

Bruce gives no indication that his attention strays elsewhere, making a nod to Tim and explaining the Neon Dragon Triad's disappearance.

However, the faint rhythmic bounces of Dick's hips, on Bruce, by Bruce's hands, makes Dick whimper. Tim's eyes go to Dick's straining, red face as he's used for an Alpha-cock cumming inside.

"If you need answers about Eduardo Flamingo, contact Jason or Damian. Damian should be upstairs. Tim, why don't you get him—"

"—nno," Dick interrupts, stopping the conversation. "I'm leaving."

"Dick, what's wrong?"

Instead of savoring the deep, flooding heat of Bruce's orgasm, Dick tries to pull off and dismisses Tim's concern. "I'm afraid it is my fault. He hasn't had much rest since the prior evening," Bruce admits, helping Dick up, Bruce's ungloved and heavily scarred fingers gentle.

"Stop. It's my fault," Dick whispers, crestfallen. "I care about all of you. I thought I could handle it... but I'm not sure I want this anymore."

In the corner of Dick's eye, he spots Tim giving Bruce a look...

A look of 'I told you'...

"Dick, you know this... 'this' being the Pack we formed together... only works if you are Pack-Omega out of choice, not obligation."

(Perfect word for it. Dick thought the same for a while.)

He's glad Bruce understands.

"I need to reassess that," Dick confesses.

"You do that. Get some sleep in the meantime."

"Oh, I will." Throwing a reassured-looking Bruce a smile, Dick quips, quickly hooking an arm through Tim's. "And I'm taking him with me."

"Huh? For what?... Dick?"

*

On the way up to Wayne Manor's study, Dick loses his footing. His legs-muscles and feet feeling numbed. Tim maneuvers him easily.

"See?" Dick says huffing, throwing him a wider smile. "That's why."

*

Even with what he told Bruce and Tim, Dick can't resist. Not the fondness in Tim's eyes. Or Tim's own Alpha-scent, so irresistible.

They get up to the rooms, and Dick playfully captures a momentarily stunned Tim into Bruce's cape with him. Laughter erupts. He feels Tim's fingers skimming his sides. "I'm glad you said something, Dick."

In the shadowy dark, under the Bat-cape, Dick places tiny and insistent kisses on Tim's mouth. Warm, good, steadfast. That's Tim.

"Yeah?" Dick murmurs, their lips brushing. "Sick of me already?"

"It's not that. I'm thinking about dating someone now," Tim says, honest-mannered. "They're important to me. So is the commitment."

Good, good, so good.

Dick gleefully kisses the middle of Tim's forehead, once, twice, then kisses on his jaw leading back to the softness of Tim's lips. "Ohhh... man. Tim. I hope they know exactly how lucky they're about to be..."

He can't see the reddening blush on Tim's cheeks, but Dick feels his heat intensifying. They kiss with wordless exchanges of breath and admiring touches. Dick feels Tim firmly give him back everything, everything, in equal turn. He always believed they were equals.

Going to naked knees, pulling down the cape with him, Dick beams. He hugs around Tim's middle, chuckling as a messy-haired Tim blushes again, much more visible, and grins down on the other man.

"I'm gonna miss this with you..."

To emphasize what he means, Dick gazes up into Tim's eyes and slowly opens kiss-swollen lips against the cup of Tim's uniform-jock. He doesn't blink, mouthing where Tim's Alpha-cock rapidly hardens.

"It's okay, Dick. You can show me this time," Tim says, a little winded.

Tim's ungloved, pale fingers rake into strands of Dick's hair as Dick reaches in, easing apart the jock and tugging Tim's uniform-pants.

Dick feels the long, large Alpha-cock bob, out in the open, as it accidentally makes a slide across Dick's left cheekbone. The glans, wet and shiny pink, dribbles heavily. He catches a little of it falling free, on Dick's tongue, before Dick envelops all of Tim into his mouth.

We're family.

Sharing is always part of that.

Bruce's own words.

His mouth and the entrance of Dick's throat slackening, with swallows, Dick inches Tim further in. He hears Tim's quiet intake of air, fingers gripping in Dick's hair, and sucks to his heart's content.

Dick gurgles a moan, feeling Tim thrust unconsciously into the hot cavern of Dick. He tightens the seal of his mouth, hollowing cheeks.

Clear, copious drool and Tim's fluids slop onto Dick's chin.

It tastes... sosogood.

The Alpha-cock hits the soft spongy lining, thrusting a little too roughly in the very back of Dick's accepting mouth. Every muscle spasms. Dick forces down a gag, realizes he's hard as HELL for that.

Dick's hole spontaneously leaks underneath him, its sphincter fully loosening, until Bruce's cum inside dampens a spot on hallway rug.

He licks, laps, and contently stuffs himself full with Tim.

For probably one last time.

*

It happens. It's not long before Damian finally Presents...

He's an Alpha.

(Just as Damian expected, just as he told Dick in calm confidence.)

Bruce sends him off to a very proud Talia, putting temporary distance between any Omegas, like Dick, and between Damian experiencing his first Rut on top of it. Smelling a barren Omega could confuse Damian in that state. Make him reactive and overly, murderously aggressive, equating any assassin impulses and skills.

(Snickering, Jason gave Dick shit about him being Damian's first, as Pack-Omega... and Dick called him an asshole, getting unnecessarily flustered... when both he and Jason knew about Dick leaving soon.)

It varies, but it's usually around 72 hours. One of the Alpha-Ruts, Dick thinks. Damian's already on a private plane flight to Nanda Parbat.

With the exception of cooking meals, eating, and using the toilet... Dick finds himself brooding and lying around alone in the space of Damian's second-floor bedroom, right on Damian's bed. Any of the built-in security measures already deactivated for someone like Dick.

72 hours... of dozing in and out... of curling up on the expensive silk sheets like they're Dick's own personal nest... of... of overthinking...

He remembers the conversation with Tim, after the love-making...

Oh my god. Tell me you're not serious. Dick, he's IN LOVE with you. You... you know that? Right? And not in the "I'm willing to share you with the other Alphas out there" way. Damian might actually go to war if it meant claiming you. He is Ra's al Ghul's grandkid, Dick. He is Bruce's blood and flesh son. Don't underestimate him. I wouldn't.

Dick groans, turning sideways, burying his nose into Damian's pillows. His body flaming hot. Dick's small Omega-cock twitching.

IN LOVE...

The scariest part for him is how deep down... Dick knew. How entire time Dick knew Damian's 'feelings', as early as being Batman and Robin, and chose to let the innocent 'crush' disappear or strengthen.

Neither of them are pups. Dick knows that too.

And, Damian is old enough now to know if... taking a mate... is what his Alpha wants.

Groaning out louder, Dick rolls fully over, stomach-down. Doing so tenderly. Everything's sensitive. From the tips of his toes to Dick's scalp. Dick's boxers ride up, creasing between his ass-cheeks arched.

Damian's strong scent... it's all over where Dick nests. Tangling in the air. Peppery. Arousing. Dick inhales while face-down to the mattress.

He shifts, pulling the hem of Damian's shirt up. The one Dick wears.

Dick buries his face into it, huffing and holding his breath.

It releases, going wistful.

"Damian... Dami... oh my god, I'm the letcher, aren't I..." Dick then mumbles, somewhere between amused and frustrated with himself.

IN LOVE....

He's IN LOVE with Damian, isn't he?

*

Around 59 hours in, the door-handle unlocks. And twists open.

Dick's heart pounds wildly.

He startles upright, gawking, as Damian enters and hesitates in the bedroom's opened doorway. After the Rut-isolation, Damian's brown features are a little paled-out and tensed, but he's no worse for wear.

Taking off the chic, black sunglasses, Damian frowns, tempered, and flicks his eyes over him. That Al Ghul green color, hauntingly bright.

"Richard..."

It's only one word, Dick's name... and Damian makes it sound like a whole world there left unfurling. A firmament; a vault of the heavens itself, in trusses of glowing skyward stars and clouds and moons.

A little quiver of anticipation. His Omega-cock, inside of Dick's boxers, twitches harder at Damian's attention and blots with wetness.

He wasn't aware Damian had meant to come back. Before the 72 hours of a normal Rut-cycle, for any Alpha, were up. Damian's silk sheets, the feather-fluffed pillows and cases, even the air he and Damian share... everything smells noticeably like Dick instead.

When there's no sharp orders to leave, or any aggression, Dick relaxes. "Sorry... uh, how did you convince Talia to let you go home?"

"No need to apologize." Damian nonchalantly works the black-suede travelling gloves from his fingers. "And I didn't convince her. I told Mother my intentions. She couldn't stop me. We dueled to prove it."

Dick's throat involuntarily clenches.

Oh.

"Oh, right. So she's...?"

"Alive," Damian monotones, folding his gloves neatly. "And well."

"...so you lost?"

The rebuttal ends up tossed onto a nearby hassock-cushion, and Dick recognizes the similar shape of the Bat-plane's USB control drive. The 'car-keys' to likely Talia's newest detection-free hoverjet.

"Right," Dick says shortly. "Got it."

He watches, rapt, as brown and handsomely callused fingers rake out the bits of snow lingering in Damian's hair. All of him like this, dark and sleek. Like Damian's finely tailored coat being hauled off.

Damian ttchs!, not making eye-contact with Dick grimacing.

"Am I to assume you were waiting for me—"

"Hold on a minute," he interrupts, Dick's brow still grimaced up. His thoughts trying to unscatter. "Let me—let me get this out. Please."

When there's silence, mercifully so, Dick hunches himself. His head and shoulders and upper back lowers forward to Damian's bed. The back of Dick's tan neck, and all of its flesh... unbitten, unmarked by any Alpha... exposes a little. To Damian. Submitting, working up to an apology, whatever it is feels like the move to make, Dick thinks.

"I've had to reassess," Dick says quietly, taking a breath to look up. "About staying here. About where my life was going until now. I'm not going to be Pack-Omega for you or anyone else. This isn't who I am."

Damian's expression falls, perplexed, when Dick then smiles and lies himself back, pleasantly stretching out. Belly up, eyes half-mast.

"What I do know... this is where I want to be. With you. I just want to be your responsibility right now, Damian... if that's still what you want too."

The silence thickens, overwhelms.

He witnesses the sudden and shuddering hitch in Damian's chest. Before Damian even speaks—"You can't take this back. Not THIS."

(Nerves of iron, a heart of glass. Dick's always known that about him.)

Dick insists, "Listen, I understand and—" before getting cut off by Damian's presence over him and arms wrapping stubbornly around Dick. So stubbornly. Familiar and warm. Damian's coat left behind.

Damian sniffs and leans for the side of Dick's neck no longer covered in scent-blockers. Dick knows how much he hates them. Even as a full-fledged Alpha, Damian doesn't complain for a second about getting Dick's unhindered Omega-scent, inhaling loudly and burying himself completely into Dick's neck. The sensation of Damian's wet, cooled lips, nuzzling open on Dick's scent-glands, quivers at him.

Underneath him, Dick vocalizes a moan, winding his fingers idly into Damian's hair slicked back with lots of rather expensive-smelling product. Faintly crunchy with it. Dick appreciates having Damian grown his hair out in the last year. Means more to appreciate of him...

There's no more pre-Presenting heat roiling off of Damian either...

He buries into Damian's neck too, huffing him, getting an odor like the Himalayan mountain air. Dick murmurs words lowly, rolling over him on Damian's silk sheets, curling and cradled in each other's arms.

Damian's swollen scent-glands are all over Damian's fingers and wrists. Thumbing aside a little of Damian's black turtleneck sweater, Dick gets a good look at them hidden. He scents himself on Damian, so slowly, rubbing his cheek and nose against the warm crook of Damian's neck and down to the shoulder and Damian's collar-bone.

"Ohh, hh, I've missed you so much... you have no idea," Dick pants, knowing he's babbling but can't care about stopping. "I kept thinking about what to do. You were gone. I locked myself in. I didn't want Jason to touch me, or Bruce, or somebody else. I didn't want them..."

Damian shushes him with teeth opened, lightly nipping, right on the gland closest to Dick's right ear. Dick's hips react, involuntary jerking.

"Ohhh..."

"Were you always this chatty while you still had Heats?" Damian says plainly, and much to Dick's unexpected chagrin, he's blushing. Full-on blushing tomato red. In front of Damian. While situated over Damian.

He awkwardly clears his throat.

"Not really. I was... uh, doing what I'm sure you are imagining people do during their Heats.... consensually with other people."

"Taxes," comes a deadpan answer.

And, Dick smilingly stutters.

"I- tth...?"

Damian makes a great show of rolling his eyes, confusing Dick even more. "Taxes in bed, obviously," he deadpans again — that's when Dick realizes he's being played, Damian's lips twitching into a smirk.

His face lighting up, Dick rumbles a laugh and shifts closer. Until nose-to-nose. In the middle of Dick's gasped breath, he feels a kiss happening. Dick doesn't know started it, but all that matters is the softened sensation of Damian's mouth, for the first time, on his.

One of Dick's hands clumsily reaches, pressing between Damian's head and the mattress underneath.

They kiss, hot and tight and close-lipped, and it immediately grows to another.

Another.

Another.

He gulps and inhales, much tighter, together to Damian, unable to slow another kiss when their combined heat fuzzing Dick's resolve.

Then... to his horror, Dick flashes back to remembering when Bruce, the Pack-Alpha, let his two Alpha girlfriends resolve their argument with him by using Dick, the Pack-Omega... Selina and Damian's mom.

"Wait," Dick rasps, getting up, staring into Damian's eyes and feeling a sting of guilt inside him. "I need to tell you before we—Talia, she—"

"—I am aware."

He stiffens, hearing Damian's firmness, the tomato-red blushing and pleasant heat sucking out of Dick's cheeks.

How is that possible...

(Did Talia retaliate when Damian wouldn't listen to her earlier, cruelly informing him about 'having' Dick before and likely forcing Damian's hand into a parent-child Alpha duel? Or did Damian use his detective skills, namely breaching the Cave's footage, to confirm suspicions?)

"You are?" Dick mumbles, trying to narrow down the possibilities.

"Nobody touches you without my knowing, beloved. I've made sure of that. Don't trouble yourself." The sting of guilt, fiercely filling up Dick's chest, vanishes as soon as Damian cups the side of Dick's face and brings him down nearer. His forefinger's knuckle tenderly traces the line of Dick's jaw. "And I've told you I would take care of you... no matter who else got themselves unnecessarily involved... haven't I?"

Dick thoughtlessly touches over Damian's hand cupping him, petting it. "You did," he repeats, a little more than moonstuck while gazing back at Damian's expression smirking. "...you called me beloved?"

"Is that a problem, Richard?"

Another softer-sounding laugh.

"Mm? Yeah, I don't think so," Dick whispers, already impatient for the taste of hot and caressing kisses again.

He falls forward heavily to close the distance with himself.

Tilting his head in, Dick slots their mouths messily. He gives a tiny, encouraging suck on Damian's bottom lip. Nothing wild. Dick's hands and elbows lower flat onto the mattress, semi-circled around Damian's head. He feels Damian's fingers clutching his lower back.

To answer the suck, Damian's lips tip. Dick opens up slightly for tongue, reading the signal from another experienced partner and letting Damian plunge into him. Not wet and frantic, but with surety.

(He knows Damian has some relationships with girlfriends, off and on, throughout the years... but not that Damian is a good kisser.)

That tongue rolls on Dick's, coaxing him. Dick kisses him back, moaning eagerly, slipping past the barrier of Damian's teeth and lips. He licks along a ridge. The saliva-slickened roof of Damian's mouth. It elicits a breathless tremor that Dick savors. Damian's control falters.

When a knee expertly hooks around Dick's leg, hauling him, Dick feels Damian roll them over. Dick's back flattens to pillows. The kiss breaks apart. Dick revels in a new mouthful of air, deep-breathing once, before smushing his lips up to Damian's chin, "...nnh, take your clothes off..." and fists the back of Damian's turtleneck sweater.

He's half-expecting a softly snide look, but Dick is reassured to have Damian arch up and yank it off. "Then... what else do you want me to do for you?" he says, and Dick's not expecting that answer back.

(Truthfully, he has never been under the impression that any of Dick's partners wanted him for... the 'Richard John Grayson' part. No Alphas seriously asked Dick. Not out of unkindness, but... he guesses it's pretty normal for Omegas to go with the flow. To do what to do whatever their Alpha partners wanted more. And, Dick's an Omega.)

Noticing the genuine interest out of Damian, if not restless, Dick chuckles. "Huh, that's... a really good question actually," Dick says murmurous, running a thumb across Damian's bare, brown shoulder.

His other thumb pushes to the corner of Damian's mouth.

"Can I get a little more... of this?" Dick breathes, his eyes intensely locking there. He doesn't wait for Damian to finish leaning back over Dick, meeting him partway. Dick quickly covers Damian's opening lips, with his, adoring the kiss-puffiness. "Mm, you taste incredible..."

A bit of Damian's peppery strong scent, manifested in spit, tingles on the faintest buds of Dick's tongue when the kiss angles and deepens.

His arms wrap snugly Damian's middle, almost gleeful. Dick hugs him down, turning them sideways onto the bed. He lets Damian control the pace, intermittently moaning his approval... especially one of Damian's hands wanders over Dick's clothed buttock, gripping hard.

They lie on Damian's sheets, pressing together and kissing, for so long... Dick loses track of time. He feels his own boxers strain and soak with fluids, Dick's Omega-cock never flagging from an erection.

It would be nice... to take it slooow, losing hours, losing entire days and weeks... to dedicate to memorizing all of Damian's body, with Dick's eyes, in Dick's longing hands, under Dick's mouth mapping him, and setting off the tiniest triggers to work Damian over a release's edge. But... Dick knows they're NOT gonna last like this.

"C'mere, I got you," he urges, fumbling for the buttons on Damian's trousers. Dark, lightweight cashmere, also finely tailored to accent Damian's muscular legs and thighs, eases apart. Dick waits for a nod before gently groping inside Damian's clothes, Dick's fingers lazing.

In the middle of everything, palming Damian's Alpha-cock and Alpha-scrotum tightening, Dick realizes there's a knot forming. But not full.

"Whoa, hey... you're still Rutting?" Dick blurts out, also realizing at the same time that he hasn't had someone in a Rut with him... since a while. It makes sense. The 72 hours of an Alpha's Rut-cycle aren't up, according to when Damian started his own Rut after Presenting...

"I feel fine, Grayson," Damian argues, not quite scowling when Dick glances between him and the Alpha-knot. It's not that Dick doesn't believe him... BUT THEN... this is a matter of Damian's Alpha-system regulating for a first time versus Dick's scent without the blockers.

Despite it, the Rut seems to be winning out... Dick cautiously observes Damian's pupils for a couple of minutes. Nothing Feral.

"If you think you can handle it, I trust you."

"Tt."

Offering an eyebrow-raise, Dick rolls onto his back again, smiling coyly and keeping his head turned to Damian's direction while wriggling the boxers down the narrowness of Dick's hips, exposing tan and scarred skin. "D'you think you can handle me though?"

The quip, out of Dick, causes an eyeshrug from Damian. Very not convincing, Dick thinks. Especially when the Alpha-cock stirs.

Damian makes his choice in silence, nudging away Dick's hands mindfully, sitting up and taking over for both of them, pulling off Dick's ruined boxers. The cottony, white fabric damply see-through.

When there's an ankle free, he hesitates. Dick's Omega-cock now exposed to Damian, smaller than any Alpha-cock. Its head, ruddy, pokes out of the foreskin. Clear fluids slowly pulsate out. It dribbles down Dick's balls and perineum, coating hairs, to his ass clenched.

"Hrm... doing taxes would be marginally more entertaining," Damian mumbles, looking away. He tries to hide wiping drool off his lower lip.

Dick can barely contain his giddiness buzzing in him. Damian's not just IN LOVE with him... he's attracted to Dick. Indefinitely. He kicks his boxers off the another ankle and reaches for Damian to kiss.

Keeping on Damian's shirt, without any complaint from its owner, Dick stretches backwards. His head cushioned to Damian's pillows.

"Since you can't knot me, let's do this," he says, parting his knees.

"Do what?"

Holding open his thighs, Dick strokes and grips where the innermost flesh shines moist. Dick's thigh-tendons flex. "Right here, if you'd like that," Dick suggests. To give a visual, he prods an outstretched finger with Dick's hand in-between his own bared thighs, facing Damian, closing them up and jerking Dick's finger forward in mock-thrusts.

Crud, but to the point — he squirms a moment, with legs apart falling, when Damian's hands purposely press them down to stop.

Damian doesn't say anything at first, scooting towards the bed's edge. His trousers and underwear dragged off, crumpling to the floor. Dick's eyes follow to the lean, sculpted arch of Damian's pelvis when he twists back around for Dick. The Alpha-cock, thickened with a knot struggling to form, hangs with a familiar pendulous weight.

"So you are going to lie there while I do all the hard work?" Damian drones softly. He crawls closer, and Dick spreads his thighs again like an invitation. Might as well be, Dick snort-laughs to himself instead.

"You asked me what else do I want you to do, Damian? Use yourself." The color in Damian's eyes glint-green. "I want you to get us both off."

Faintly letting out a breath resembling a growl, instinctually throbbing at Dick's already aroused body, Damian snatches onto his hips. Clearly with what little restraint he has. Dick hopes not for long.

With a little difficultly in craning, buttocks lifting naked, Dick feels something hot and heavy enveloping the gap of his muscular thighs.

Breathing out Damian's name, as a ready-signal, he drapes as much of his calves and feet over Damian's shoulders. While the rest of him gets manhandled. Dick rocks slightly into the first few thrusts, lying down on Damian's pillows, enjoying the sensation of push-pull heat.

As Damian grunts under his breath and moves forward, thrusting more, the enlarging gland in Damian's knot thumps slick-sloppy against the backs of Dick's legs held together. Damian's fingertips in bared, tan skin. Dick squeezes a little at each grind, timing it, mimicking the relax-and-contract of what would be him inside anally.

Maybe they could sometime...

The tip of Damian's Alpha-cock slides wetly when Damian hitches hips.

It juts, reddish-brown, towards Dick's heaving chest and neck.

With one hand, Dick loosely gathers up the collar of Damian's shirt still being worn. He arches, Dick's head rolling back on pillows, and covers his nose and mouth opening to inhale a dulled familiar scent.

Both him and Damian...

Dick's eyelids flutter.

"Beloved," Damian acknowledges, sounding stern, and the corners of Dick's lips upturn—"s'rry, Dames, I didn't go anywhere... I promise"—while he reaches for Damian's hand on him—"Keep going if you want".

Huffing another acknowledgement, Dick's ex-partner moves again.

Fucks Dick's thighs roughly.

It's incredible how different it is for him. Experiencing the Alpha-knot outside of Dick's hole, touching thighs. How huge it is outside him.

An obscene gush of heat erupts from Dick, right underneath him.

"Haah, ah... think I'm getting wet," Dick finds himself mumbling out, unable to look, but there's no denying the sheets stickying. Dick's slick-glands pulsate noticeably inside of him, bulging and rubbing against themselves, until Dick's hot, swollen glands finally empty through over-heightened arousal. "Is this really, ah, happening...?"

Damian relinquishes his self-control after hearing the tremble of Dick's awed voice. Just like Dick hoped for. Expression screwing up, Damian forcefully repositions them, bending back Dick's legs and thighs. Holding him down further. Using the Alpha-cock to ream in.

The crushing, constant pressure, on Dick's thighs and Omega-cock, feels near-euphoric. He's gladly trapped under Damian's broadening muscles and presence. Skin slightly tacky. Their thrusts quickening.

A pleasant-feeling heat rises to Dick's neck and face when the attention is on him. Their eyes meet, holding gazes, and Damian's next exhale becomes a moan. Oh god, Dick hasn't dealt with someone Rutting with him, in so long. These are the noises he has missed... when an Alpha wants him so badly they crave every scent and sensation Dick willingly gives. Dick's obscenely wet sounds.

Dick's hands grasp for Damian. Any part of him Dick can anchor to, preparing for his own orgasm cresting. Hips pound erratically against thighs and ass, the rhythm faster now. Dick's teeth clink slightly.

He feels his Omega-cock spurting slow, building, building to—"that's it, Damihnnn"—releasing his own fluids onto Damian's sweaty shirt.

Coming down sooner than expected, his endorphins making an abruptly sharp drop, a high, whining noise leaves him. Dick tries to enjoy the rest of it, arching his head backwards while still getting thigh-fucked by Damian, scrambling to touch himself through it.

As soon as Dick's fingers jack himself, only once, Damian loses it with a breathless yell. He thrusts again, Damian's knot fully formed pressing to the backs of Dick's thighs, and shoots warm Alpha-cum, nonstop, until it coats the front of Dick's throat. It streams steadily out in long, hardened pulses of Damian's orgasm. It lands puddling on Dick's earlobes and nose and lips involuntarily gasping open.

He coughs, swallows, tasting the hormone-rich Rut. Cum drips off his eyelashes. In a moment of senseless Omega impulse, Dick hurriedly pushes palms over his warmed, cum-slopped face flushing, rubbing it in. Rubbing in all of Damian's cum, especially over his neck-glands.

More, more, more of his Alpha...

Breathing raggedly, Dick makes himself calm down and refocus. He goes upright, blinking through the layer of ejaculate, at Damian staring somewhat between Dick's bare knees left limply propped up.

Damian doesn't speak up, but grimaces, when Dick slicks strands of cummy hair back with a non-cummy hand, aiming a doubtful look—

"Taxes, huh?"

*

Not every Alpha has the same symptoms and outcomes during their first Rut-cycle. Dick has an unfortunate and younger memory of Wally explaining, in great detail, outright nauseating Garth and Donna who unfortunately walked into a very one-sided conversation.

(Exploding out cum? Well, Dick figured it was a... a meta-human thing.)

Helping throw away ruined bedsheets, Dick excuses himself to take a fairly long shower. Long enough to properly wash off the combination of Omega-slick, Damian's Alpha-cum crusting, and any other fluids.

Dick exits his bedroom's own separate shower, toweling off. His pulse quickens, in want, as he reimagines the softened stare on Damian.

They went a little bit far...

And Dick loved it. Every second.

Standing alone in the bathroom, naked and daydreaming to himself, Dick quietly gropes for his shaved and newly cleaned-out hole. One of his fingertips drags against the rim, pulling open without any initial stretching, leaving Dick's own anus winking to shut itself again.

He burrows in another finger waiting, sliding slow.

Dick pants out, imagining Damian's finger replacing his. Going in with a plan. Just like Damian typically approaches any situation never handled. That includes finger-fucking Dick raw until he sees stars.

Remembering how Damian looked, as Dick cummed first from underneath, because of Damian... and the emotion in those green eyes, Dick starts to feel himself twitching sore and sensitive again.

"Alright." Dick grunts and removes that finger halfway inside.

With Dick's other hand, he pinches his sinuses.

"Tone it the hell down, Jay."

(In truth, Dick's not even sure Jason liked sex in the way Jason likes to exaggerate whenever he used Dick... Jason's more or less 'an opportunist' when it comes to taking from Bruce, the Pack-Alpha.)

Maybe all, all of them, need the therapy...

*

When Dick had been recovering from his emergency surgeries, in another part of Wayne Manor... Damian took it upon himself to do renovations. On the very wall between his and Dick's main bedrooms.

Because of this, Dick can easily avoid the hallway. Heading to the interconnecting door-wall out of his own study, into Damian's study.

After blow-drying his hair, he expects Damian to be at least semi-dressed. Maybe more grouchy. After all, there's still some hours of Damian's Alpha-rut left. With what he knows about looking after Tim, Dick expects painful overstimulation, from the mental to genital.

Tugging on a pair of flannel pajama-bottoms, he hops, then clumsily knocks on Damian's door-frame before hop-stepping into Damian's bedroom. They still gotta throw out the pillowcases too, Dick realizes.

"Hey there, Dames. Look, I know you're probably feeling rotten. The... uh, post-orgasm hormonal imbalances. How about we get yohhh—?"

Eyes widening, Dick oogles the several seconds of Damian back on the bed. Head up. Legs spread. Most of Damian's fingers coated thickly in lubricant. With two of them gradually working into his ass.

Then, Damian jerks up into a sit, covering himself with bare, brown knees raised, noticing Dick. His slightly flushed features tighten.

"Get OUT! I'm not ready yet!"

"...oh my god," Dick manages to mumble, avoiding a furious throw of Damian's uncapped lubricant bottle by catching it effortlessly.

It's not just the position. As insanely hot as it is to see Damian, an Alpha currently in the tail-end of a Rut, put himself in. No... no, it's how Damian's ass also visibly leaks... and the clearly half-used Nightwing-blue plug, gleaming wet, left beside Damian's inner thigh.

And... everything clicks in Dick's head.

"You're insane. This is insane."

Before Damian has the chance to be furious about Dick's comment, scowling hard enough for a migraine, Dick practically yanks his ex-partner up into Dick's arms and his chest, ravaging Damian's lips.

"I can't believe you planned this..." Dick groans loudly in a kiss. "Were you gonna just let me, hnn, figure this out later in bed or what?"

Eyes half-closed, he doesn't need to see the transformation of Damian's reluctance to a small smirk. It hovers on Dick's mouth tingling with kisses forming and deepening into opened sucks for air.

"Were you trained by the World's Greatest Detective... or what, Richard?" Damian snarks, but he lowers Dick's needful hands on him.

Long, tan fingers scrape skin, massaging over the curve of Damian's buttocks exposed. "Please tell me you're serious right now," Dick whispers, mouthing under Damian's jaw. "Or I'm gonna go insane..."

Instead of answering, Damian disengages from the hungry-seeming kiss, ignoring Dick's whine of protest. "You had the bottle last," he points out, monotoning while cradling his hands possessively over Dick's hands on Damian, and Dick realizes he means the lubricant.

"Okay, get yourself comfortable, mm—be back," Dick says, eagerly stealing one last lip-locking kiss before nearly barreling into Damian's table. His flannel pajama-bottoms getting dropped and tugged off.

He turns back, just as eagerly to the completely gorgeous sight of Damian arranging himself belly-down. Damian's hips and his taut, sinewy abdomen, and his Alpha-cock, flattening onto the mattress. One of Damian's knees raised. The cleft of Damian's ass lube-shiny.

"Like this?" Damian asks in a quiet and curious voice, glancing offhandedly over his shoulder. An Alpha in Rut... wanting an Omega bed-partner to fuck them? At least in Dick's life, that's unheard of...

That's...

Dick's fingers clench up so hard that the lubricant-bottle's tip oozes.

"How do you do it—how are you SO perfect, I freakin' love you—" Dick groans out again, climbing back onto Damian's mattress stinking like sex without falling. The weak-legged quivers taking Dick over.

Damian narrows his eyes a little, turning over.

"Are you being ridiculing?"

Shaking his head, Dick grins.

"I'm not... I'm really not," he insists, placing an opened hand against Damian's side. Dick shifts to his ribs, taking in the slow sensations... each of Damian's breathes pulling in, easing on out. "Believe me, Damian. I'm not the kind of person who will tell anyone I love them when I don't mean it... you want me to tell you I'm IN LOVE with you?"

Maybe it's too direct of a question, with the vulnerability frowning lines to Damian's brow. "...I don't think it is fair to ask you, if you weren't," Damian murmurs, and Dick snorts softly while clutching one of Damian's hands to himself, pressing little and grateful kisses.

"Hey, that's why I love you. And why you won't ever have to ask me that to know." His lips skate down Damian's palm-heel, tasting soap, and further down a wrist. "You good with me taking over for a while?"

"Obviously."

The dry remark, paired with Damian's good-natured expression, twitches up the corners of Dick's mouth. He waits for a nod before settling sideways to face Damian, to kiss open-mouthed, to bring Damian's raised knee around Dick's side, positioning better for touch.

Dick familiarizes himself with Damian's lubricated and semi-stretched hole, rubbing it in gentle circles, Dick's thumb spearing slightly. As he does, exploring, Dick feels whenever Damian pants.

"You ever tried to finger yourself before this?" A part of Dick burns to know, the image of Damian's legs spread, two fingers in, unrelenting.

"No," Damian says, panting a little louder. His cheeks heated. When Dick twists his thumb, sinking slightly past the rim, Damian's entire leg clenches on Dick. His voice deepens. "Flatline said she wanted to."

Intrigued by this, Dick hesitates.

"To try fingering you...?"

"I wasn't interested in that with her."

Grabbing onto the lubricant-bottle nearby, looking down, Dick coats his fingers and makes a so-so face. "Then... I mean, did you end up... trying to finger your ex instead?" Dick mumbles, "Not that I think..."

He hesitates again when Damian silently shoots a glare.

An embarrassed laugh leaves Dick.

"Okay, okay, sorry about that," he says, using his unlubricated fingers to push lightly. "Conversation done—turn back over, yep, like that—"

A less irritated-looking Damian rolls towards the mattress, deciding to not complain, and he's encouraged by Dick to fold his arms up underneath him and rest his head, the side of Damian's face turned.

With Damian's hips flattening, the Alpha-cock pressing to flatten, too, between thin, brown stomach and the mattress, Dick gets to appreciate the moments of it. Of the pleasant hush following. Of them getting mentally adjusted. Of Dick's newest lover relaxing.

Using up another, Dick inclines and plants a kiss to one of Damian's shoulder scent-glands. (Is it possible to be... HAPPIER than happy?)

"Lift a little," he breathes, tapping against Damian's upper leg.

Damian complies, ever the Robin, and arches himself in place while tucking his knees up. The roundness of Damian's buttocks out. Dick strikes saying something stupid like—"Now THAT looks delicious"—even if it's true, and concentrates on opening Damian up properly.

The first finger slides in quickly through the warmed lubricant. Dick moves slow, gauging a reaction from behind. He only sees Damian sigh through his nostrils while lying down, but no visible discomfort.

Adding another, Dick feels a bit of tensing from inside, but it passes.

"Mm..."

While three fingers deep, he runs a hand along the thickened ridge of Damian's back scar. Feeling each alignment of skeletal spine-knob.

His Omega-cock nudges occasionally, wetting Damian's thigh.

Eventually, those lube-slickened walls rhythmically clench. Damian's abdominal muscles tightening with Rut-arousal. "I think that's it..." Dick rasps, working his fingers out of Damian. Dick's skin tacky hot.

Grasping onto narrowed hips, Dick kneels up against him. Damian's nakedness intoxicating. His hole steadily drips out more lubricant.

In response, Dick's own hole faintly throbs in pleasure. Oh my god.

He frees a hand to line up, inhaling noisily, reaching to grip himself. Dick strokes, repeatedly rolling back the foreskin and exposing a moistened, pink glans, until he's hardened completely. Just like how it is for Alphas. Dick presses in, feeling the hot, slippery rim dilating.

The tip of his small Omega-cock pushes, then meets an initial bit of resistance. Damian's anal-entrance, sitting right behind the puckered skin-and-inner-tendons, clamps shut against the newest intrusion.

"Mhhm, I know. Take a few deep breathes." Dick coaxes him into it, splaying hands comfortingly onto Damian's lower back untensing.

(He remembers how Dick's own first time went — during one of his Heat-cycles, an Alpha took pity on him. One of the girls also attending Dick's university and living on the grounds, noticing him missing classes. They were both 19. They did too little prep. He appreciated her gentleness, but regardless... everything did hurt.)

As soon as anal-muscles loosen, Dick grunts softly with effort and thrusts through. He leans in to cover Damian's entire back, Dick's hands holding himself up. Of all the times Dick has been fucked, by how many Alphas, it makes sense how Damian is so, so hot inside...

"You're... hahh, ah, you're doing great," Dick mutters, beginning to smile over Damian's lowered head when his ex-partner buries his own face into his arms and hisses quietly into Dick's next set of thrusts.

Like this, he wants to feel all of Damian, outside, inside... all Alpha...

Tight, but Dick goes slower, readjusting himself, murmuring more words of praise and littering kisses across Damian's sweaty nape.

Still leaning over, he pulls back mid-thrust. Then Dick seemingly slides in deeper, rocking while fully pressed up to Damian's hips tilted and his ass gripping, warm and snug, around Dick's Omega-cock.

He's fucking Damian—

The realization itself draws a soft sound of Dick. It ignites a passionate fire within Dick's blood. It spurs him into more desperate thrusts, grinding an outright moaning Damian towards the bed.

Damian's back flushes hot where Dick brackets arms around him.

Each drag of flesh inside... incredible.

(Dick had been only on the receiving end on dating and fucking. Out of expectation mostly.)

It shouldn't have taken this long to want better, Dick figures that now...

Trying to better it for Damian too, he goes on an elbow, Dick's arm touching beneath Damian's naked chest, touching down Alpha-cock.

Dick jacks him, with a hand hastily sliding, and cradles Damian's Alpha-knot twitching and reforming to inflate heavily in Dick's palm. Good god, the Rutting... even if it's close to ending for Damian, Dick wants the very last milliseconds shuddering and squeezing right out.

On cue, what feels like all of Damian's inner muscles contract. He stifles a moan into one of his saliva-glistening forearms bitten red, Damian's teeth-marks visible... the Alpha-cock in Dick's fingers releasing hard, hot spurts of cum... Dick ease him through the rise of another of Damian's quick, overstimulated orgasms coming, fucking gently, Dick's own hole leaking copiously with Omega-slick.

No saving this mattress getting drenched... they can afford to replace it, Dick supposes, getting bleary-eyed from the pleasure. It doesn't help when Damian shifts, locking an arm to the back of Dick's head, petulantly forcing him down. "Mate me already," he breathes, full of Dick's Omega-cock, Dick's face affectionately lolling into his neck.

A hot huff of realization blows on Damian's skin.

"Dam-fuck!" Dick grits, Damian's fingers tightened on the back of his reddening neck.

Pulse racing, he hears Damian's snarl of "HARDER..." and trusts in it. Dick lets him arch a little, Damian's knees opening, before roughly plowing into that willing heat, chasing sensations of fleshy friction.

The first deep clench-spasm of Dick's release hits him. In no time.

Moaning raggedly into Damian's neck, he cums, spilling inside, his hips still thumping onto Damian's ass before it's over. Whiteout stars flash behind Dick's eyelids shutting. Prickles of lusting light...

When Damian's fingers curl harshly, forcing Dick's mouth to open drooling-wet against soft neck-flesh, Dick reads the given signal. He considered, while teaming up with most of the caped community... it was Damian who communicated strongest as a partner. For years.

Grunting, Dick fastens his jaws on Damian's neck, breaking into skin.

Warm, coppery blood bursts onto Dick's tongue frantically lapping. The taste, overpowering. Mate me, mate me, mate me already...

Damian...

Damian manages to turn his head, greedily kissing Dick, sucking his own blood loudly off Dick's teeth and the outsides of his parted lips...

"Finally..." he sighs, eyeing Dick's mortified face with self-satisfaction.

And, Dick helplessly IN LOVE, succumbs to his orgasm's echo...

Finally...

Finally freed...

*

The doors were always unlocked in Wayne Manor, and anyone could come and go... even Dick... but, no matter what, he was being caged.

(No more. No more birds, or former Robins, trapped in shadows.)

Leaving behind any more Pack-Omega obligations, riding out the long way to Elisworth Plaza near the Prinz Hesse Commercial Park, Dick texts his old friend and landlord. Bridget Clancy owns a new apartment building, since skipping out of Bludhaven like the rest of them, and gladly offers up a vacancy she's needing no longer vacant.

You'll get your pick of so many Alphas hanging around. Enjoy it.

A roommate would be better...

*

Waking up from a nap, somewhat sore from the intense amount of physical therapy back-to-back yesterday, Dick slowly shuffles out his apartment's front door. He winces at the sunlight, nose crinkling up.

(At least doing handstands, making trained flips and all, hasn't brought him into a state of agony anymore. Dick can exercise fine.)

One of Dick's neighbors struggles at her door, outside of it, balancing armfuls of grocery paper bags and her keys getting fumbled uselessly. She swears under her breath. One of the bags topples, mostly rescued by her. However, an orange rebelliously tumbles free.

While passing by, Dick nudge-kicks it with expertly placed timing, sending the piece of fruit airborne to land on the tip of Dick's middle finger. He semi-balances it, then twirls the orange to land in her bag.

"Oh, wow. Nice catch there."

Dick mock-salutes his neighbor, continuing to pass by.

A toothbrush, Robin-red-and-green, hangs slackly between Dick's grinning lips.

Even with her Alpha-pheromones flaring, smelling sweet like... orange passionfruit... he's not particularly interested. One of Dick's hand absently rubs at his neck not covered by scent-blockers or numbing gel. She doesn't appear to mind.... if Dick gives off any trace of barren Omega-scent... looking over the cute tousle of Dick's bedhead and his oversized Flash slippers... and grins wider back.

*

On the way back up from the mailroom, climbing stairs, Dick notices a buzzing in Dick's sweatpants pocket. He removes the toothbrush from between his lips and answers the incoming video-call from Tim.

"Long time, no see!" Dick greets, mood immediately brightening.

"I could say the same. It's... what, around four months now?"

"Around," Dick repeats in agreement, climbing up another step. "It's been really good. How's B and Jay since I ended up moving out?"

"Fine for the most part. I'm visiting. Cassandra moved back in for good, last I checked, and she's brought along her girlfriend... who is actually MY old girlfriend, but anyway... Jason is still in and out. He's actually spending more time with Bruce if you can believe that."

On Dick's phone-screen, Tim's enlarged and sunburnt face frowns.

"I saw them... playing chess with Alfred's favorite set."

"Yeah, I see your point. That's far too wholesome for those two. Someone should intervene before it's too late." Dick then laughs out loud when Tim snickers in the other connection. "By the way, what's up with all the tropical landscape behind you? Trip to Hawaiʻi?"

"Uh-hhh, no. No, I'm having downtime. Post-mission."

Dick raises his eyebrows.

"From what... oh," he states, watching in amusement as another Alpha darts into the video-call's frame, right beside Tim. Playfully sneaking a kiss onto Tim's jaw in the middle of the conversation. It's not hard to recognize the gorgeously oiled black curls. Tinted sunglasses. And the ethereally alien eyes. "Oh hey there, Conner."

"Hey, Dick. You done with hogging Tim or my balls getting bluer—"

"—if you don't stop humiliating me—I swear to god, I will—" Tim mutters, halfheartedly elbowing Superboy, in a pair of aloha swim-trucks, who leaves a growly nip-kiss on Tim's cheek before vanishing.

"Bagged yourself a Kryptonian, huh?" Dick teases. He lingers around the apartment top-stair. "I didn't know you were into Alphas, man."

A crackly sigh of static emits from Tim.

"This was... a recent development."

"You sure about that? Because I remember you mentioning being in favor of breaking the Pack in order to commit to dating someone..."

"Tim's lying! I can hear his heartbeat from over here!"

As Superboy's voice gleefully carries in, Tim's expression drops. "I'll talk to you later, good luck," Dick laughs, ending the video-call before listening in on Tim rightfully scolding his best friend-boyfriend.

Jamming the toothbrush back into his mouth, Dick walks the hall and glimpses his neighbor's front door. And the bag of oranges sitting outside it.

Huh.

Dick decides to be polite, knocking once. There comes a slight thudding of footsteps before the door flings open.

"Well, well, look who it is," the Alpha drawls, pretending that Dick doesn't notice, also politely, that she's not out of breath from running. Her pale cheeks stubbornly flushed. "It's Mister Juggler himself."

"You, uh, left this...." Dick points out, hoisting up the bag, "...looks like."

"And a gentleman, aren't I lucky?" She accepts it back, winking flirtily. "Say, I don't think I have seen your face before. Did you just move in?"

Dick shrugs a little, mumbling around the toothbrush, "Sort of."

"You should get out more! There's a fantastic nightclub scene outside of this complex, two streets down. And bars. Plenty of hotties to meet. I'd love to show you around... how about a phone number?"

"Sure. I got plenty of 'em." Craning up an arm over her front-doorsill, Dick throws her a knowing look. "Who are you in the mood for?"

A flush-faced giggle.

"Ohh, you're bad."

"You know what, it's true," Dick admits, no longer mumbling around the bathroom item in his mouth and holding it. A coating of spit and toothpaste-foam on Dick's lower lip. He awkwardly rubs other fingers through bedhead, simper-smiling. "I got someone else... I'm sorry."

"Aww," she coos, and Dick gets a sense of her not being deterred by this confession. "Can you blame a girl when you're THAT handsome?"

"Uh, well... it's appreciated regardless."

"Do you like vanilla sugar cookies? Oh, you should try mine. They're yummy. I just baked some. Hold on, hold on—don't go anywhere—"

His Alpha neighbor hurries back inside, shutting the door. While she does, Dick gets a whiff of peppery cologne. A very, very familiar scent. He turns to its source, as Dick's body instinctively reacts.

"What's happened?"

The remnants of Damian's Alpha-cum, from an hour ago, drip out, warming and slicking all of Dick's thighs inside of his sweatpants.

"Mm-mm...nothing," Dick hums out, feeling nice and used, wanted, as one of Damian's hands encircle his waist. The scheduled board-meeting must have canceled. Damian's tie loosened. He quickly pecks Damian's lips, tasting a little lip-balm. "I'll be a minute or two, okay?"

Damian lowers his eyes, narrowing them.

"...Stop stealing my toothbrush already, Richard," he complains.

"Make me," Dick says cheerfully, wagging his eyebrows and biting down on it to smile around the Robin-red-and-green colored plastic.

For a moment, Damian's fingers tense on him. Pleasantly so.

"You're actually disgusting."

"Uh-huh. Love you, too."

Dick catches the slightest flickers of his ex-partner's, his Alpha's, smirk before he feels Damian pull away to walk off. Footsteps return.

"Hey, sorry for the wait—I couldn't find the damn lid—" Dick's neighbor proudly holds out her container of cookies, as Dick's eyes go back down the nearby hall. "Let's hang out tonight. My place?"

"I... hm? No, sorry, I can't. I just remembered I've got plans."

Once again not deterred, she croons as if deeply disappointed and reaches to pet Dick's very muscular arm. "How about after them...?"

Dick keeps his sights on Damian checking the integrity of their apartment's front lock, before he opens up and steps inside. Their eyes lock momentarily. Then, Dick's eyes lock on a ruddy-red mark, under Damian's left ear, that Dick vigorously sucked into existence.

Warmth floods into Dick's chest.

(He's really IN LOVE, through and through...)

"I mean, it's.... gonna be happening all night, 'til morning," Dick rasps, his lips twitching up. "For hours... I'm deadset on it going for hours..."

"What plans?" his neighbor asks, and Dick promptly turns back.

"I'll give you a knock if I need anything. Nice to meet you."

Dick offers another polite and close-lipped look before heading to his own front door left ajar. He bends over, leaving Damian's toothbrush and unopened cookie container on the WELCOME mat, leaving the Alpha speechless, before closing and locking the door behind him.

As soon as he's in, Damian appears, lightly shoving him back against it and physically crowds him from moving. Dick's back arches a little.

"Come here often?" Dick quips, leering good-naturedly.

He arches more, groaning out a deepened breath, when Damian's hands clutch possessively onto Dick's hips, pinning him back, and Damian scents him, aggressively nuzzling into a long, tan throat.

"I pay for over half the rent, of course I am—"

Chuckling, Dick buries himself against Damian's own neck, nosing there. His tongue lovingly laps over one of the Alpha-scent glands.

It takes nothing at all for him hardening.

Dick's Omega-cock aching.

But, instead, he writhes softly while in Damian's two-handed grasp. Dick stays against the inside of their front apartment door, pinned.

"You could have shown her your mating bite, you know..." Damian whispers, prodding the loose opening of Dick's shirt-collar and exposing it. Dick's thumb rests on where Damian's own out of sight.

For all of his protests against commitment and mating bites, Dick never hesitated with Damian. He bit through skin-layers and vein. He consumed Alpha-blood, Bruce's blood... the Pack-Alpha's blood running through Dick's own blood from his emergency surgeries...

It freed Dick. The Pack-bond almost dissolved overnight. However, the responsibility of having Damian as a mate and being Bonded...

("...my responsibility, and mine alone, to take care of you.")

If Damian wants him as a responsibility... then Dick can make him his own responsibility.

He benevolently traces the one on Damian's neck.

"It's none of her business," Dick mumbles, pressing down for a hiss of air and reveling in Damian's half-aroused noises. "Besides, let me tell you... even the look of an Alpha mating bite won't stop another Alpha. I've seen it too many times myself. They aren't exactly thinking with their upstairs head, if you know what I mean..." He then trails off, glancing to the skepticism in Damian's eyes. "...yeah, well, no offense."

Damian pointedly nods to the bulge occupying Dick's sweatpants. The crotch, a big wet-stain.

"That's hypocritical coming from you."

A flash of toothy grin. "What can I say? You just know how to get me soaking, mm," Dick says hoarsely into a kiss, embracing, Damian's lips opening under the insistent, heated pressure. "Drives me crazy..."

He hitches a leg around Damian, as Damian's fingers slide noticeably under the waistband of his sweats, locating Dick's wet, pliant hole.

Going knuckle-deep, fingering him, a gush of Damian's cum escapes.

Dick rides into it, feeling the trickle, raggedly moaning on Damian's mouth—"cum here oo-oohften?"—and earns himself a brief, mean pinch right on the sensitive skin sitting inside Dick's buttock-cheek.

He laughs lowly, Dick's pleasure-glands hardening and swelling.

Empty of Damian's fingers, he works open the side-buttons and eases off gray sweatpants while Damian busies himself unzipping.

Repositioning his legs and ankles to wrap around Damian's hips, grappling for support, Dick braces his upper half against the firm proximity of the door. The length of Alpha-cock sinks in, in, in... the thickest of Damian's girth slowly slipping through the anal-rim...

Damian grunts and lifts him up further, allowing a heavily panting Dick to stabilize himself by fisting into Damian's suited shoulders.

With his head tilting back, Dick closes his eyes and grinds down.

"Damian..."

"Easy, beloved," comes blessedly low, lips mouthing over the space of Dick's broad sternum rising, falling. The material dampens with heat.

"Nnh, hn, it's... so good..."

Tilting up, Dick goes for the long and breathless kiss he's aching for, carding fingers fondly into Damian's hair cropped much shorter than Dick admittedly likes. Their mouths melding together. Hot tongues swirling and sucking softly. Tasting a bit of Dick's mint paste.

Damian fucks him in tight strokes, rocking Dick's ass against him and penetrating deep enough for it to pleasantly burn, the Alpha-cock stretching and splitting Dick. No knot. Still no knot ever for them.

(He doesn't mind it anymore, as an Omega... somebody likes, loves, him like this. And, Dick can live with this post-medical condition.)

The apartment's front door strains, clattering with their movements.

"Dami," he whimpers a little, Dick's thumb and first finger massaging over the swollen-dark mating bite Dick left under Damian's clothes. It elicits a shiver, and an internal pulse-beat of early orgasmic release.

Nearly frantic, Dick licks open-mouthed into Damian, starting another kiss. He wants to be inside of Damian's mouth, breathing his air, when they cum, gasping, falling out of rhythm. Dick has never kissed someone so hard and for so longer, before kissing Damian... nobody managed to get Dick this wet naturally after his injuries...

In another strained cllink! clk!, two of the door's hinges break.

"Ah-what the hell," Dick mutters, clutching closer onto a now frowning Damian. "Seriously? Hahh, I knew it needed replacements..."

"Forget about it right now." Damian's lips skim his. "It can wait."

An aggravated sigh out of Dick.

"I mean... yeah, no, we should get the new door-hinges before long. And get a meal since we're out of—aah!—" Dick yelps, surprised, when a pair of arms determinedly heaves him off the door to an adjacent wall. Dick's back and round, naked ass loudly clapping up.

Taking his opportunity, Damian covers Dick's gaping, grinning mouth with his, kissing needily. He keeps thrusting into Dick, fucking hard, gliding through cum and Omega-slick dripping as free-use lubricant.

Damian's huff of—"after"—heightens a new level of arousal off of Dick.

He sighs, much more happily, rewrapping his legs around to steady around Damian's middle and touching a hand over Damian's nape.

To be honest, Dick can't wait. He can't wait at all to get emptied out again, leaving home for the random errands, only for him and Damian to come back and fill Dick up with hot Alpha-cum, over and over...

After all...

There's really nothing better.

*

 

 

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