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It was after what should have been a big fight, a fight that went remarkably easy. They had been looking for this guy for ages, expecting to need a lot of power, but a lucky strike by Vic had ended the fight quicker than anticipated.
And so Gar was antsy, brimming with left-over energy.
After failing to sleep, he hit the training room. Even before he saw him, he smelled Dick’s adrenaline filled sweat and heard the relentless beat of his fists upon the punching bags.
“Hey man.” Gar announced his arrival as he walked into the room. “Can't sleep?”
Dick grunted, only stopping for a few seconds to call back. “I’m glad we got him, but…”
“It was too easy.”
“Yeah. Not satisfying.” Dick agreed, Giving a few more punches to the bag before stilling it and moving to take a drink from his water bottle. “Wanna spar?”
“Yeah.” Gar agreed, and Dick barely gave him time to stance up before tossing his bottle to the side and coming at him.
They were currently the most evenly matched on the team, going hand-to-hand, no weapons, no powers. Kori, Kon, and Donna won most of the time against either of them due to their strength. Raven, Wally, and Vic nearly almost lost, Raven and Wally because in real situations they rely on their powers and hadn't been hyper-focused on hand-to-hand, and Vic because his partially metal frame restricted his dexterity too much for his strength to make up for it.
As Gar had grown from the skimpy teen he had been into a lean muscular build, improving his hand-to-hand all the while, he went from always losing to Dick, to winning occasionally, to now, where they were nearly equals.
This time, luck won out on Nightwing’s side and a trip-up left Gar in a stranglehold, Dick’s breath hot on his neck. Once it was clear Dick had won, Gar stopped struggling and Dick let go, standing up.
“Good Work.” Dick said, helping him up from the ground and giving a few good natured thumps on Gar’s shoulder. “Again.”
And they went back into it, a whirl of punches and grapples and eventually Gar gets one over on him and they’re on the floor again. Dick tried an evasive maneuver, but Gar expects it, and even in his humanoid form, Gar’s stronger than him, and Dick couldn't worm his way out of being pinned down.
Maybe it was something in Dick’s eyes, panting heavily under him like a piece of caught prey, but Garfield had the sudden overwhelming urge to bite him. He rolled off of him instead. He could control his weird animal urges.
Dick looked him in the eye, and all of a sudden something shifted. Instead of just the familiar scent of their mixed adrenaline, was something else. Something less common than battle adrenaline, that he had only occasionally caught whiffs of. Was Dick… Aroused?
Garfield cocked his head, searching for something in Dick’s face to indicate he had been mistaken. But he gave nothing away, just nodded at him like usual and hopped up.
“Good. Again.”
There was no denying it. Every time Gar got the upper hand, or let out one of his more animalistic growls, or looked in Dick's eyes, there was another wave of arousal.
Garfield used this clear distraction to his advantage, feigning a bite that would have definitely been an illegal move if he had followed through, and flipped Dick over, pinning him beneath him.
Both panting, their gazes lingered slightly too long. Garfield lowered his head inches from Dick’s neck, inhaling deeply that tantalizing scent emitting from his skin.
“Gar…” Dick muttered.
Garfield flicked his eyes to Dick’s, saw in them the want he had already smelled, and let himself sink a testing bite into that delicious spot between Dick’s neck and shoulder.
Dick groaned, and lifted a hand to grasped the nape of Gar’s neck. For a split second he thought he had misread the situation, that Dick was going to pull him off. But he used the firm grip to guide Gar further.
So he let himself go deeper, this time his canines punctured flesh.
Dick let out a sharp gasp at Gar’s second bite.
Gar pulled back slightly, gaze lingering on his work, Then up to the Pained? Euphoric? expression on Dick’s face. He leaned back in to lap up the slow trickle of blood, leaving a few more gentle bites along his shoulder for good measure.
Still drunk on that heavy mix of sweat and adrenaline, Garfield pulled back into a straddle rather than pinning him down. Dick followed him up, clutching the bite at his neck with one hand, the other still at the base of Gar's own. Dick hovered in front of him for a moment, before surging forward to catch his lips in his teeth, devouring him in turn.
“God, Dick…” Gar whispered when they finally parted, their pulses slowing and their gazes softening. Gar gently pushed him back and pulled the bloody hand Dick had held to the bite. Dick guided the hand to cup his face, smearing the blood along Gar’s jaw. He shuddered, the iron scent of him overwhelming.
“Dude.” Gar said.
“Yeah.” Dick breathed, pupils dialated.
“What the hell are we doing?”
Dick took his hand away, shaking his head in a way that made it clear he didn't know either. He stared at the blood on his hand, then at the blood on Gar’s face, then awkwardly untangled himself, shaking his head again as if removing himself from a trance.
They walked silently, to the med bay. Dick sat awkwardly on one of the beds, and Garfield focused on cleaning and bandaging the mark he had given him. It wasn't bad, all things considered. Both of them had experienced much worse injuries on the field.
Well, they would have to talk about it eventually.
“What was that?” Gar questioned. He had technically started it, with the bite. But Dick had encouraged it. And kissed him about it.
“I don't know.” Dick sighed. “Why’d you bite me?”
“You smelled…” Gar trailed off.
“What?”
“I caught you. And I could smell your arousal. And you were my prey.”
Dick laughed nervously, dropping his head onto Gar’s shoulder, probably to hide the blush spreading through his face. “You can smell my arousal.” he repeated.
“Yeah.” Gar swallowed. “It's never been directed at me before.”
“I guess I hadn't realised how hot you were before.” He mumbled.
“…You're a masochist.”
“Yeah. a little.”
“You wanted to be caught.” Gar accused.
Dick shrugged. “You wanted to catch me.”
Gar sighed. “We are so fucked up, man.”
“I think it comes with the job.”
“I feel like a vampire.”
“Maybe you should reconsider your vegetarianism.”
Gar shook his head. “Yeah, I was way too into that.”
“Into me.”
“Yeah, my teeth into you.”
“You gonna tell Raven?”
“There's no way she hasn't already noticed. Kori?”
Dick shuddered. “She’s gonna wanna watch.”
“Doesn't smell like you’re too put off about that.” Gar teased.
Dick gave him a cheeky smile. “Yeah.”
Both their communicators went off. A message from Raven, in a newly created group with only the three of them added
R: I don’t know what you guys are uncovering over there, but I really must ask you to move it farther from my room while I’m trying to sleep.
Dick texted back.
NW: Communicators are to be used exclusively for titans business.
R: You two certainly seem to be getting down to business.
BB: Jealous?
R: Yes.
R: Of the blissfully ignorant ability the rest of you have of sleeping through early-morning sexual revelations.
NW: Official Business only.
“You’re the only one who follows that rule, Rob.”
Dick let out a defeated sigh, standing up. “I know.”
“Whe’re you going?”
“To sleep. In Kori’s room. Then I’m gonna tell her what happened.”
“Was that a one-time thing, or…”
Dick smiled. “I need to talk to Kori first. She probably won't mind, but I don't feel ok not telling her about it. And then we can talk about it."
“Yeah. I get it.” Gar said.
"Night." Dick said, and gave him a chaste pec before disappeared down the hall.
Garfield pulled up his communicator again, to message Raven, but she had sent him one as soon as he picked it up.
R: You coming over? That was intense.
BB: Yeah. See you in a bit.
God, he had a lot to work through.