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One of the rogues is out of Arkham, roaming Gotham, spilling their insanity out into the streets. Jason knows, because he heard the sirens. They mean go home and lock up, barricade the doors and windows and keep safe indoors. And Jason would, though he’s got no home- only a ramshackle room in a condemned building. But Jason’s hungry. He’s so hungry he can’t feel it anymore, his own stomach acids eating away at his insides. He needs food, so he’s out here alone, stubbornly putting one foot in front of the other to drag himself to the nearest bakery to dig through their bins for stale bread.
There’s absolutely no one else out on the streets and Jason’s wet between his nape and the collar of his shirt from nervous sweat. Between the rogues and starvation, he’d rather take on the villains. He turns the corner and stumbles in shock. Ahead of him is a flash of yellow and green and red. A young man in a domino mask, weaving down the street like he’s drunk, then landing so hard on the streets on his knees Jason hears his teeth knock together.
It’s Robin, and he’s injured.
Forgetting all thoughts of food, Jason darts forward and grabs Robin. The teen groans at his touch, bare skin searing hot. He’s covered in a dusting of fine green. Pollen, Jason realises grimly. He tugs at Robin, heaving him to his feet, his arm thrown over his shoulder. He needs to get him indoors, away from Poison Ivy, from whoever else is out there with her.
Jason staggers back to his place with his precious cargo, knees buckling under the older teen’s weight. Robin is all muscle and Jason has precious little meat on his bones, a product of street life and homelessness. He’s panting by the time he gets back, hair slicked to his forehead from sweat. It’s not all from exertion, Jason realises when he lowers the harshly breathing Robin to his stained mattress. He’s covered in the dust too, from where Robin was leaning up against him.
Jason itches at his neck, mind working sluggishly. He’s hot, too hot. He shucks off his hoodie, the red fabric landing in a pile. His skin prickles something fierce. He’s heard of Ivy’s pollens. Every Gothamite knows of them. In the Alley, it’s talked about in jeering tones, not with fear.
Because this is sex pollen. Robin’s been hit with sex pollen and Jason’s gotten hit by it too. He stares at the panting Robin, then at his own hands. They’re shaking, he realises. Slowly, he pulls his shirt over and off his head. Goosebumps immediately raise on his abnormally heated flesh and he shivers. His skin is so hot the warm summer air chills him.
By the time Jason’s hands reach for his pants, he’s made a decision. No one would care if Jason Todd were to die. No one would even know. But Robin- he has to save Robin. He’s a hero. What would the Gotham streets be without his bright laughter? His sparkling eyes and showy flips? His cheery voice comforting those he saves, every day?
Jason drops his pants and underwear and kicks them to the side. They are one of his two only sets of clothes and he doesn’t want to dirty them with bodily fluids, although they are probably almost definitely already ruined from the pollen.
He sits down on the mattress, studiously avoiding looking at the bulge and stain in the front of Robin’s scaly green panties. He touches the young man on the arm, shaking lightly. “Robin?
The vigilante turns reddened eyes on him, heaving in big, ragged gulps of air, gaze blank. Jason worries his lip, then leans in and softly kisses the vigilante. He’s inexperienced, clumsy, and this kiss is just the sweet press of lip to lip. Robin groans, surging forward. Jason yelps and suddenly his mouth is full of tongue. Wet, hot, it writhes against him, licking and tasting. He moans, surprised, breathless. Robin has a tight grip on the back of his head, holding him in place as he devours him.
They flip, Jason rolled onto his back, the vigilante crouched over him. Jason squeaks as something hot and hard brushes his own hardening cock with intent, grinding. He moans, blood rushing south.
Robin pulls away, pressing a gloved thumb to Jason’s lip, tugging it gently. “Pretty.”
Jason flushes. Him? Pretty? When Robin’s hair swoops artfully over his forehead even in his condition, when those panties do nothing to hide corded legs that are both flexible and strong? One of those legs draws up and presses between his thighs. Jason groans, cock stiffening. Robin nudges him there and bends to mouth at his collarbone. Teeth scrape at pale skin and Jason shudders. The thought that Robin, his hero, is leaving marks there, owning him- it makes his prepubescent cock throb. He clings to Robin, gasping as that leg between his own grinds down.
Robin makes an impatient noise and wrenches the bottom half of his costume down. It gets stuck mid thigh but it’s enough to free his cock. Jason watches with wide eyes, scared now. Robin is massive. Though only a teen, his penis hangs large and imposing. It’s wrapped in veins, and flushed a violent red at the tip. Jason whimpers. It’s so big, it’ll never fit!
He trembles beneath Robin. At least it’s wet, slicked over with precum. If not, it would hurt more. Robin shifts, looming over him, and Jason squeezes his eyes shut. A gloved hand caresses his face and he peeks up. Robin smiles when he meets his eyes and coos. “I’ll take care of you, little bird.”
A bulbous cockhead, fat and hot, prods at Jason’s small entrance. He shudders. Robin kisses him again and he gladly loses himself in it. The slick cock rubs at his entrance, smearing precum. Once. Twice. On the third pass, it presses down. Jason gasps and fights to keep from tightening up.
To his awe, he feels the cockhead forcing in. Robin grabs his asscheeks, spreading wide, and bears down on him. Jason groans as it enters him with a pop. He pants, hands curled into claws, dragging against the bare mattress beneath him. Robin pushes further in, and Jason’s eyes roll into the back of his head as that long, thick shaft inches into him. Robin hisses, eyes lidded, rolling his hips.
Jason loses time, doesn’t know how long it takes. It seems like one moment Robin is forcing his cock in and the next he’s hilted in his ass, swollen balls pressed into his tender flesh. Jason trembles. He can feel each curve and ridge of the older teen’s cock, feel his heartbeat in the veins that wrap the cock so deep inside him.
“Robin,” he gasps.
Robin must take that as his sign, because he leans over Jason and starts to move. Jason whimpers as Robin’s cock slides out of him, and thrusts back in. He reaches up and wraps his arms around the older male’s neck, clinging on as Robin snaps his hips. The derelict apartment fills with the vulgar sounds of flesh meeting as Robin thrusts steadily in Jason’s hot little hole, balls slapping his ass.
Jason moans, shuddering. He’s being stroked from the inside, filled so obscenely full his anus is stretched wide over cock. He mewls as Robin pumps into him, their thighs slapping. The older teen pulls at his legs and wraps them around his waist, grabbing Jason by the hips to fuck him.
Jason pants, little moans and mewls punched forcefully out of him with each thrust of cock. He drools, arching, hips twitching to meet Robin’s. He can feel tension winding in his belly, pleasure flushing his cheeks pink. His own cock, so tiny next to Robin’s, is so hard it bobs against his belly, dripping precum into a shameful little puddle.
Jason sobs and arches. Robin thrusts in harder, faster, pistoning in and out of his hole. He doesn’t set the pace to pleasure Jason, only seeking his own release. It just makes Jason cry out, raking blunt nails down Robin’s back as he fights to keep up. He writhes, begging.
“Please!”
Robin grabs his hips and slams in. With a keen, Jason arches and cums with his cock untouched, squirting so hard it spatters on his chin. “Ah- ah- Robin!”
The vigilante grunts, throwing Jason’s legs over his shoulders, folding him in half, and fucking in. The new position forces his cock in further and Jason sobs, writhing. There is no escape for him.
Robin’s sapphire blue eyes glint even in the low light. He croons in-between thrusts, “Pretty, pretty bird.”
Embarrassingly, the praise sends blood rushing back into Jason’s cock as he sniffles. His limp little cock twitches and hardens again. His head spins and he reaches for Robin. The vigilante laces his long fingers with Jason’s smaller ones, pinning his hands to the mattress as he fucks brutally in.
Jason shudders, falling apart under Robin. He can’t think anymore, can’t speak. He is reduced to whimpers and moans, his whole world narrowed in to that fat cock fucking into him over, and over and over.
A hot wet mouth closes over his nipple and Jason shrieks, arching. Robin hums and sucks, tongue laving at the nub, teeth nipping and pulling. Jason thrashes, voice breaking on a sob. When one nipple is sufficiently abused, Robin turns his attention onto the other. Jason is shockingly sensitive there, crying out and wailing as Robin teases his tiny red nipples, cock hot and thick in his ass.
Robin pulls off his nipple to grin down at Jason, who gazes dazedly back up with tears in his eyes. He rocks his hips, cock squelching in Jason’s twitching hole. Jason hiccups, and squeezes Robin’s hand. The older teen smiles, a gentle, but bright thing that brings a flush to Jason’s cheeks. It’s not the normal showy smirks the vigilante throws at the public.
Jason basks in the glow of that smile, moaning to the thrusts of Robin’s cock breaching him. His cock squelches noisily, Jason’s little hole sucking it in greedily. Robin’s thrusts stutter, and he bows over Jason with a grunt, kissing him with a fervour. Jason whimpers, shaking. He sucks on Robin’s invading tongue.
Robin braces over Jason, and cums in him with a shout. Jason cries out in surprise as liquid heat gushes into his hole. Robin still fucks in hard, forcing his semen deep into Jason. His gloved hand wraps around the younger boy’s cock and tugs.
Jason wails as he falls apart, tiny body curled up as he orgasms wildly. Robin strokes his face, hushing him, and Jason’s whimpers die down. They breathe in sync, Robin's in him, on him, holding him close like a lover.
There’s a rustle of a cape, and suddenly the open windows are filled with a dark, hulking silhouette.
“B,” Robin greets, turning to him.
Jason watches dazedly as Batman crosses the room. He stares down and Jason flinches, hands coming up to cover himself. Robin shifts to cover him.
“Don’t frighten him B,” he chides, “he’s been a very good boy, taking my cock.”
“Hn. The pollen?”
“It’s gone from both our systems,” Robin reports.
He pulls away from Jason, his softening cock easing free with a squelch. Hot semen dribbles from Jason’s hole. A yellow cape is wrapped around him. Robin stands up, adjusting his costume.
“Both?”
“The little bird was hit with pollen off my body when he rescued me.”
A hand touches his cheek and Jason realises his eyes are closed. He can’t seem to keep them open.
Robin’s voice, full of possession. “I’m keeping him, B. I’m bringing him home.”
Then Jason hears nothing at all, falling fast asleep.