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Jason shivered. This was not his kitchen. This was, in fact, nobody's kitchen. He had his holdout weapons (three knives and a nine millimeter) and a wooden spoon. No helmet, boots or jacket. Not even any compression clothes or thermals. This was... less than ideal.

The room he was in was dark, but not because it wasn't lit up. There were alien or magical lights, and nearly everything had a faint glow. Except the human looking guy pacing and muttering and looking like he was three seconds away from a nuclear meltdown. The guy looked familiar despite Jason being unable to immediately place him. His hair was mostly black, with a white stripe in the middle. it was disconcertingly similar to Jason's, though the white was more than just a forelock on them. it went all the way to the crown of their head.

The room was large, ceilings high. There were no rafters but it still looked like a good ceiling to skulk around on and observe from up high. The furniture was solid, and looked like it could be used to effectively bar the door. The black stone floor had vibrant plush rugs in the sitting area and along walkways. There were partially hidden servant's access doors but no visible servants.

"Holy heck! Where the frick did you come from?! You're alive! And human? You're human. How'd you get in here without me even noticing? Are you some kind of, like, spy dude? You don't look like a spy dude. No fancy suit. Actually, what even are you wearing?"

Jason, waking up for his day at three in the afternoon and taken from fixing himself breakfast, was wearing boxers, very well worn sweatpants that barely held themselves up, (Wonder Woman, obviously) a ratty red tank top and socks. Warm socks. They were also red. Great. At least his toes weren't poking out of his socks. And his apron wasn't the absolute worst apron to be caught in. Probably.

The asshole had the balls to laugh about it.

Stupid fucking apron.

"Laugh it up, chuckles. Uno reverse, where am I, who are you and why am I here?"

"Uno reverse," the guy stopped laughing and grinned. they recognized it, so wherever Jason was had Uno. He'd never be bored again. Joy. But the guy's grin slowly fell as he looked Jason over. Jason refused to let it bother him. He was a disappointing guy. Good on them for recognizing it immediately. Save them both the time and hassle.

"I... Uh. I don't know any of that. I mean, you're in the infinite realms but I d k how helpful that is since, y'know, infinite. And I'm Danny, he/him! I know that!" the finally named Danny said. He went on, "But I've got no idea why you're in the realms, much less here in my den."

Danny flustered, seemingly from what he'd just said. Was a den more than a room to sit around and talk in here? Or was it only for the closest of acquaintances? That could explain it.

Jason studied Danny. He looked to be about five ten standing when not slouched over. His eyes were blue but Jason thought they should be green. He frowned at nothing and Danny shifted back and forth on his feet.

Now that Jason had assessed Danny for threats he turned more attention to the room. It was a big room for normal person standards. For rich asshole standards it was a pretty typical 'family room'.

The art (paintings and tapestries and sculptures) depicted space and everything related to it. From mythology to advanced tech.

"I swear I didn't summon you here! I'm so sorry! I don't even know why you're here!" Well, this guy was embarrassingly easy to interrogate. Jason hadn't even begun trying yet. Jason again turned his attention back to Danny. He looked different, but Jason was confident this was somehow the same being as the god king that Klarion had dragged into everything. That didn't mean Jason would give away what he knew. Something had happened between them and them only when the king broke the sealing spells that day.

From the shadows of the doorway a suit of armor condensed. Black with lime green and fiery purple accents. The helmet held only eyes and shadows. It was pretty metal. Jason wanted that helmet. The guard, or possibly retainer or squire or something, spoke in a loud, booming voice. Everything he said was an exclamation.

"You have found a fine mate, my King! He is strong in body and in heart! And he must be a formidable opponent indeed if he has as many enemies wishing to slay him and yet still live as we have found!"

"What?! No, no, no! No hot mystery sexy mate boys! People cannot just give mates! To anyone, but also me!"

A mate. Fuck. How important was Jason to this king? Would he fucked and tossed out like a whore? Or was he a concubine, or, much less likely but ideal, a spouse? Jason should agree and break this off as quickly as possible. That was the sensible thing to do. But this guy was so far a genuinely harmless idiot, and easy on the eyes. Jason absolutely could use the perks of being pampered by a god-king to further his mission. And too, being a concubine could give him advantages none of his enemies or family could plan for. For one thing, it sounded like Danny was notified in some way when someone had homicidal urges against Jason and then either dealt with them personally or sent some guards to handle it. Jason had absolutely noticed that his life had been easy breezy since that bonkers insane ritual bullshit with the outlaws three weeks ago. He'd known the other shoe was coming, the universe was never in his favor. Anything that looked like a good time for Jason was just the calm before the shit storm. And everything had been coming up Red Hood. The usual suspects never showed themselves for Jason to beat the shit out of and educate.

Arte and Bizz had been experiencing no such ease with their machinations and enemies. Jason had set them on the futures where only Jason was enslaved. There had been one that all three of them were left free, it was the one Jason had been going for, but Jason had to make do. Jason would keep this asshole satisfied and hopefully he wouldn't decide an alien clone and amazon warrior made better concubines than the very human Jason.

Jason smiled winsomely, pretended he'd forgotten he was holding a wooden spoon, acted embarrassed and put it in an apron pocket. He then raised his hands to his chest, palms out, showing he was unarmed. (Never unarmed, but he wasn't holding anything in his hands so close enough for C4) Danny's eyes tracked the movement then stayed firmly on Jason's chest. That was definitely interest, hopefully desire too. The god-king found him interesting. This was going to be easy. Jason showed none of his lazy confidence and excited anticipation of pulling one over on something, someone, so damned powerful. He schooled his body language and expression into interest. Jason was very good at acting. And Danny seemed very, very dumb. Or at least stupid with lust for the moment, which was almost the same thing and honestly even better for Jason trying to get his way.

"Woah there, Turbo, let's not get too hasty with those assumptions. Why do you assume that I don't want this?" Jason said quickly. Trying to make a bid for Danny's interest he gestured in-front of his chest. Danny tracked Jason's hands as they gestured. Danny followed his subtle hidden direction beautifully. Jason smelled an opportunity even better than he'd first thought he'd landed in.

The guard had implied Danny had no other concubines or even spouses. Jason gestured between them both. "There are two people in this relationship so far." —Danny mouthed 'so far' and looked confused, concerned— "I want to be your primary partner. I'm your most favored concubine. And I will be for as long as I'm alive."

Danny squeaked and sputtered, still hung up over multiple partners even being an option. God, this was almost the perfect scenario to become someone's concubine. Jason was almost looking forward to it. Especially if this doofus was as easy to control as he seemed. His general, or personal guard maybe, seemed delighted at Jason's response. Even better. Having the guards happy with him was good.

Danny continued to fail to get any actual sentence out of his mouth but at the first thing that could be interpreted as agreement Jason struck. With words. Because he was awesome like that.

"I'm so glad you agree My King." Jason said, acting like Danny had agreed wholeheartedly and smiling in an especially rakish way. It felt a bit more threatening than he'd meant but the plate armored guy did nothing about it. Emboldened, Jason went on. "For as long as I live I will be given enough time in my home realm to see to my affairs."

"Your duty is to our king, honored concubine!" the knight said, louder than anything else yet. Expected and a relatively mild response. No violence or threats, just a fact. That was nice, Jason didn't particularly like getting hit for discipline.

Jason acquiesced as contritely as he could manage. "Of course, of course. Yet I am an honorable man and cannot in good conscience break my word. Being our King's most favored concubine is an honor and duty I will take seriously. Yet I fear being known as a liar by the living."

Jason feared no such thing. But he did fear his bastard of a dad discovering Jason's very careful planning and deciding he was killing someone. Even though he hadn't killed since the bastard asked him to stop. Bruce loved accusing Jason of lying, of being his biggest failure, of being just an all around untrustworthy asshole that existed at Batman's convenience and generosity. The fear was close enough to his words that he knew it would pass the lasso of truth.

Danny continued to be completely useless. Gaping at Jason and thinking (hopefully) lusty thoughts. Danny being able to drool so obviously over him and still have brain cells left over for plotting didn't seem very likely. Jason did consider it though. Always good to figure out your options.

"Honor is a glorious and noble cause for action! You may be allowed to honor your debts and bonds that do not interfere with the safety or will of our king until you join his grace in the realms in full!"

That was a better deal than Jason had expected. It wasn't great. But he didn't want to risk losing it by being greedy. If it was just this dork of s king then Jason would push. His guard was unknown and clearly much more aware of politicking. This was not the time to push for a bargain. Jason bowed lowly and solemnly said. "Truly our King is generous. I accept those terms for my living debts."

"What?" Danny finally said, sounding halfway strangled. He was completely wrong footed. Jason glanced up from his bow, Danny looked dazed. Jason held the advantage still. Good. Time to bring it home.

"Please, sir, explain to me my duties as first concubine." Jason said sweetly, looking up at Danny. Danny made a high pitched sound much like a stove top tea kettle boiling. His eyes were wide and panicked. Jason expected the rush of satisfaction; people fearing him felt shamefully good. He was well aware of how fucked up he was. Both in general and in specific. Having a king fear him? Heat curled low in his gut. How far could he push Danny before there were consequences? What would those consequences be? If it was entirely up to Danny it'd probably be a slap on the wrist, maybe a week of imprisonment. Danny definitely did not give off disgusting sadist vibes like many assholes in power had. But this guard was pretty traditional. If it was up to this knight-wannabe then it'd be a much more serious punishment. Lashes for sure. Hard enough to bleed. Jason made a mental note to worm in a clause about his punishment, no matter how serious, being unable to cause his death or loss of life or permanent injury or... Oh fuck, Danny was kind of precious. His guard had taken over the explanation since Danny seemed to be totally blue screened.

"Your duties, loyal concubine, are to bring our king satisfaction and to ensure his relaxation. Through whatever means our king desires."

Standard sex work. He'd get some tips from his girls (still mostly girls, it was a demand driven industry and most johns demanded girls) they'd know the kind of tricks that'd have this god-king eating out the palm of Jason's hand. Probably even thanking him for the honor. Especially since this was the most basic and vanilla sex work possibly ever expected. Especially for an asshole with as much power as this king.

"These duties are much less onerous than I had feared." Jason said with only a little bit of genuine relief. His duties were easy. He could get pedantic and avoid sex altogether with these rules. Jason only had to give Danny 'relief from tension' and ensure Danny was satisfied. If Jason wanted, he could stall and distract. Nothing in that verbal explanation said outright that sex was how he had to relax Danny.

"I'm not forcing anyone into anything!" Danny shouted. He looked adorably relieved and a bit proud. Proud he'd managed to finally say something, Jason guessed.

"My King! This is his duty!" the knight sounded appalled. If it wasn't over Jason's situation it'd be pretty funny.

But that also wasn't going to work. Not with how mortified Danny had been throughout this conversation. Jason did not need to lose his privileges because this King was an idiot.

"I am choosing this for myself, my King." Jason said with as much earnestness as he could project. Danny looked at him like he was trying to disbelieve Jason but didn't particularly want to. Jason considered and discarded various ploys and went with something modern. This King said 'yeet' and knew what uno was. Kneeling at his feet would probably be weird to him.

Jason reached tentatively for Danny. Once Danny recognized Jason's intentions he gave him his hand. Jason *wanted* to bend over and kiss the back of Danny's hand and look coyly up at his King. But again that would likely make Danny uncomfortable in a bad way. What he did was pull himself up to standing and fit Danny's hand between his own and bring their hands to Jason's chest, over his heart.

Danny was extremely flustered and most importantly looked like he both wanted to and would believe Jason wanting to stay now. Jason was taller than Danny. He considered moving one hand to Danny's face to cup his cheek but decided it was so cheesy it might make Danny suspicious.

"My King, can I call you Danny in private?" Jason asked, gazing at Danny. He waited for Danny's answer, projecting anticipated excitement.

"I- Um, yeah. Yes! Yes, call me Danny." Danny said with a rapid nod of agreement.

Jason smiled, he didn't try for shy. He'd been bold and downright disrespectful in their interactions up to now. He kept the smile small and tried to show his delight with his eyes and body language.

"Danny," Jason said slowly, like the name was something to be savored.

"Guh." Danny answered. God Jason was going to have this idiot wrapped around his fingers before the day was over at this rate.

"My... Danny," Jason said, this time acting like he'd been about to say 'my king' then using his name with a quieter, intimate voice. Danny looked faint. Jason kept his Cheshire grin internal. Externally he looked earnest and eager. He said, "Don't you think I would have tried to break this off if I didn't want it? It's..." Jason feigned embarrassment, "it's exciting. You're royalty. There's no royalty in America. I could never be anything to a king there."

"You're..." Danny said weakly. Then with a bit more effort, "You're mine." Oh? Was he actually possessive if he let himself be? That was almost definitely going to make future Jason's life miserable but current Jason could use this to get his way.

Jason made what he knew was a very effective disarming little laugh that definitely wasn't a giggle dammit and acted giddy when he said, "Yours, my king."

From there Jason distracted Danny from whatever the fuck had gotten him so worked up it had quick travelled Jason directly to him. Danny was skittish and shy, so Jason kept things tame. He sat down with Danny on a kissing couch (an actual kissing couch! had that been there before? Jason hadn't thought anything red was in the room. whatever. problem for later) Jason got Danny talking, embarrassingly easily. This guy had zero concept of state secrets or who to share them with. But Jason teased him with his breath against Danny's ear and neck, the occasional stolen kiss, as if they were actually being chaperoned. Danny followed Jason's mouth but never initiated his own kisses.

By the time Danny was called away for more kingly duties Jason was wishing rather fervently Danny was a smidge less shy. Just, y'know, maybe bold enough for a handjob. Nothing serious. Jason watched Danny leave with much more genuine desire than he'd intended.

The fuck off massive guard did not leave. He stood over Jason. There was no one else there. Jason swallowed and composed himself.

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When the guard spoke, it was quiet. The sort of quiet in the worst alleys and oldest graveyards and bloodiest fields of battle.

"I am as old as fear itself, human, and known in your time as Halloween." the guard said. Oh, that's happy. Just what Jason both wanted and needed, some terrifying entity older than humanity watching out for that doofus Danny.

Real fear was creeping up his spine. Jason controlled his breathing. He was better than his fear. Jason nodded when it was clear the guard was waiting for a response.

"You fear, yes, but not the living calling you dishonorable. You fear your father's love and how heavy it is." -Jason's heart clenched. fuck. Fear was the mind killer- "You fear your family and their love, fear it was and will always be conditional and empty." -fuck fuck. Fear is the little. Death that brings total obliteration- "Soul Shredder is mine blade. All that are struck with it spend eternity in their deepest fears."

Halloween paused, pressed his gauntleted hand to Jason's shoulder. "You are loyal to our King."

"Yes." Jason agreed, because there was nothing else he could do.

Laughter like thunder cracking then a gauntlet against his cheek. Painless? Yes. Painless, barely even a slap. He wouldn't bruise.

"Speak the words, Red Hood, Prince of Gotham, Bringer of Peace, First Concubine to our glorious and good king Phantom."

This now was the situation Jason had planned for and seen in his shitty All Sight. Being sworn to some being's side for eternity. Even so it wasn't nearly as horrible as his worst imaginings. Jason lived in his own hell every day. And what the king's guard was coercing from Jason was reasonable. From their point of view. But Jason had no idea they knew his 'full name'. Or that he had titles much less that these beings knew them. The only name he gave was 'Red'. Halloween called him a prince. Was it because he was a king's concubine? With the way is had been spoken Jason didn't think so. But he couldn't think of any other reason he'd be a prince. He knew being Kori's fuck friend didn't even make him a concubine in her court so that definitely wasn't it.

"I pledge allegiance to our King and for the good with which he stands." Jason settled on saying. That phrasing was the most likely to pass muster and least likely, off the top of his head, to get him in deeper trouble. He couldn't outwit someone that had likely literally seen it all. Not without a hell of a lot more planning anyways.

Literally the spirit of Halloween, apparently, clapped Jason on the back. Jason wobbled but didn't stagger. Halloween laughed again. Taking advantage of his apparent good mood, Jason spoke.

"I, ah, need to be returned to when and where I was taken before four thirty in the afternoon on the same day that I was taken." Jason said quietly, respectfully.

"But of course, First Concubine, I shall prepare your retinue!" Halloween did nothing Jason could perceive but seemed to be satisfied with this.

"My retinue?" Jason asked with trepidation. He did not need a dozen empty headed idiots getting underfoot back in Gotham.

Halloween directed Jason to walk with the hand at his back. Jason walked.

"But of course! No one as important to Our King as you are shall be without the luxuries due to your station!"

Jason kept count and note of the doors and direction they walked. Though with Jason's luck this crazy place operated on fae rules and memorizing turns would be useless.

Halloween showed Jason his assigned rooms. They were connected to the King's rooms directly via servant access. That seemed spectacularly stupid but it worked in Jason's favor so he said Jack and squat. There were three beings already here in his quarters. Their appearances were wild and outlandish, nothing was standard between them. Except the uniforms.

Jason met his 'hand maids' and personal servants, and then the tailor arrived. Apparently his very own tailor, whose job was making clothes both at Jason and Danny's design. The tailor, Sewn Jahn, was absolutely ecstatic over someone as important as the king's concubine wearing his clothes. Jason forced himself to actually listen to the prattle. Tedious as it was, servants gave the best intel. Knowingly or not.

"Never fear Handsome, I will have some acceptable things fit to your gorgeous form delivered quickly. And oh I must go find a good red. Red pigments are so finicky here in the realms. You will be wearing clothing into the living realm? My clothing! I must find the colors true to life. Oh, look at you! Look!"

Jason let the man turn him and gesture and pose him as needed for measurements for new clothing and generally be loudly overjoyed at the honor given to him. And he kept calling Jason 'handsome' which was an almost good weird. Not weird enough Jason wanted to say anything about it though.

When Jason finally had enough of Sewn Jahn's gossip Jason was wearing the sluttiest version of a regency era court ensemble he could get the tailor to make in the time they had. He felt and looked fabulous. Once the tailor was done, artists were sent in. Jason looked over some of the biggest uncut gemstones he'd ever seen. Rubies, garnets, diamonds. There were more but those were the best ones. Especially the diamonds that were red. These weren't even jewelers, either. These were sculptural artists. And somehow, ever since getting his rooms, every time Jason turned his back to furniture it would be replaced with something in red. Jason was more perturbed over being unable to sense whoever it was than it happening.

When Jason's bed changed from a death and skull themed four poster to something in ebony and gold and red Jason decided it must be the room or even castle itself doing this. He'd been right, earlier. There really hadn't been a kissing couch in the king's study at first. But as soon as Jason wanted one it was there. Jason wasn't going to be stupid enough to let his guard down. This was a reasonable deduction given what he knew about magic and death. Didn't mean it was correct.

By the end of the day or at least when Jason's internal clock said it was three in the morning, Jason was wearing an absolutely sinfully comfortable and very sexy gown and had even more exciting and sexy clothes to wear when he woke up. When Danny saw him over dinner, or perhaps breakfast, Danny actually inhaled his fucking sandwich. Like, literally. Also dinner was apparently pb&js with the freshest bread and fanciest of jellies. Or maybe that was just wonderbread and store brand grape jelly. Whatever. Jason didn't really care. Danny wasn't choking and he was also gaping at Jason like he'd just had some blunt force trauma applied directly to his forehead.

Jason feigned shy excitement over the dress.

"Re-" Danny choked on the first syllable and then coughed back up his sandwich. Attractive. Truly. Fucking weirdo. "Woah, s-sorry about that. That like never happens anymore," Danny laughed loudly. Internally Jason rolled his eyes and mimed gagging. Externally Jason laughed with nervous sympathy and knelt down at Danny's feet. Danny's eyes grew even wider. He tried to speak, failed, gaped down at Jason and couldn't seem to figure out where to keep his gaze.

Jason laid his head on Danny's knee. Danny made an inhuman noise then said shakily, "Red. What are you doing?"

"Awaiting my King's pleasure, of course," Jason replied smoothly, staying right where he was.

Danny reached a trembling hand to his head and pet his hair. Jason hummed in a happy way and leaned into it.

"Woah, okay, no, nope. Not happening. Table. You. Now." Danny said rapidly with blush so deep his ears were pink. Jason knew exactly what Danny meant, stop being all sultry and sit at the table to eat like a normal person. Jason didn't care, flustering Danny was fun. And so far he'd never even gotten mad about it.

"If you insist, my King. Your concubine is happy to obey." Jason said. Obeying was annoying. But it was his job and Jason was going to ensure he kept 'first' and 'favored' concubine status for as long as possible. Even if so far there wasn't exactly competition over the titles.

Jason pushed up to standing, brushing against Danny's body the entire time. Danny, thankfully not in the middle of eating anything this time, didn't swallow anything whole. Jason imagined Danny swallowing his cock and choking on it, imagined Danny gasping desperately for breath, cum on his lips and in his belly.

"Wh-wh-? Red?"

When Jason was fully standing he was straddling Danny's chair and therefore Danny. Jason imagined grabbing this idiot king's hair and shoving his face on his cock. A lovely fantasy. Jason had no idea if Danny thought cock sucking was beneath him so he didn't bother teasing

"Oh my Ancients," Danny whimpered. Satisfaction and lust thrummed through Jason. He was fucking incredible. And with how wide his eyes were and how thirsty he looked Jason was hopeful his King would quench that thirst with cream. Jason's, obviously.

Jason pushed away Danny's place-setting without looking (and spilled nothing thank you very much) and rested his ass against the table in front of Danny. Still Danny watched, touching nothing. Setting on the table, well, perching with his ass maybe. The anal plug moved around a bit. The plug (not custom ordered, because it wasn't Red. It was black metal and lime colored gems) was larger than he should really be using for what was probably going to be at least three more hours. Still, it was this or nothing. The idea of showing up to anywhere where Danny was and being unable to take his cock immediately made Jason tense. Danny seemed nice, sure, but most abusers seemed nice, until they struck. Dry anal was not something Jason wanted to feel. Since Jason was not a very trusting guy, the only solution was to always be lubed and ready when around Danny.

Jason braced for the sensation of the plug jostling and hopped up more fully onto the table in front of Danny. Expecting it, Jason didn't show a reaction to the spark of pleasure from his ass. Jason subtly directed Danny's attention to his lap. Danny followed with his eyes obediently. Jason spread open his thighs. The fabric draped artfully.

"O-oh. That's..." Danny said faintly. "It's um, It's... Dress."

"It's so pretty," Jason fawned, he hugged himself, using his arms to emphasize his chest. His jewelry chimed nicely. And when he ran his hands down his body from his chest he flicked the dress away from his lap, baring his panties and garters.

"Red..." Danny whimpered. His name as far as Danny knew was Red aka Red Hood.

"It's my favorite color," Jason said playfully.

"Same," Danny muttered.

Jason gave a breathy little laugh and added a mental note to his growing list of intel on Danny Phantom.

Danny reached out and traced over the garters with his fingers. His expression was less lusty and more awed. Jason shivered, the king's fingers were cold. He was distracted from playing with the garters by tracing his fingers along one of Jason's scars, a long, ragged one. Jason kept himself from fidgeting or squirming. Danny didn't look disgusted, he was still looking at Jason all wide eyed and stupid.

Jason slid his hand over to his erection and pressed against his length. It didn't distract Danny from looking at his scar. Jason grabbed himself through the silk panties, Danny shifted but still didn't look away. Not until he'd finished tracing the stupid fucking scar.

Danny pushed up out of his seat, Jason hooked his leg behind Danny's lower back and pulled him close. Danny raised his hands up and pushed against Jason's chest. It seemed it was reflex as he didn't keep pushing. Instead he felt Jason up. Jason was frustrated. Danny was moving so slowly. With everything. Jason was ripped, sure, but he wasn't anything to look at out of the mask. But Danny looked. He looked now. Instead of tweaking his nipples or anything useful Danny ran his hands over the bare skin at jason's collarbone. He traced the various scars up from his chest. When his fingers found the scar at Jason's throat he frowned. Jason took stock, he was sitting pliantly on the dining table, no orders had been given or not given but expected to be obeyed. Danny's lips thinned as he brought his other hand up and found the end of it. Danny was an idiot. He was only maybe vaguely human shaped. There was no way for him to look there and know it had killed him. Jason held himself still. When Danny was done with that scar his expression was shadowed. He hadn't done that before. And there were objectively uglier scars he'd seen and touched that he hadn't cared about.

Danny cupped his face and pulled him down low enough Danny could see and run his fingers over the top and back of Jason's head. What else could Jason do but obey? He'd known he'd be uncomfortable sometimes, maybe even often, if he tried to cultivate this newfound political power. But Jason had expected physical discomfort and pain. He hadn't expected the burning feeling while watching Danny, a king, touch his scars with tenderness. And he hadn't expected the sickening fear-hope in his blood when Danny had been displeased over his white forelock and slashed throat. He didn't expect the gently spoken 'oh, red...' or the press of lips against the offending hair.

"My King," Jason said. He hadn't entirely meant to say anything. Jason beat his emotions back. This was stupid. This guy was just some asshole rich bastard with too much power. Jason swallowed. His skin tingled and fizzed where Danny kissed. Danny also wasn't moving. He was doing something to Jason. Jason's heart rate tried to accelerate and he focused on his training. He could lie to a kryptonian. He just needed to concentrate. The tingling didn't spread and thankfully Danny pulled away and guided his head up after an uneasy thirty seconds.

Danny's fingers on the death scar on his neck made the scar feel like it was fizzing. Not necessarily unpleasant but different and almost definitely something that shouldn't just happen to a human. Jason kept his breathing steady and his posture pliant. Danny traced this scar with soft hands and troubled expression. It made Jason want to scream. Nothing in his body language (well, probably something since he still couldn't lie to Cassandra) gave away the tension Jason was feeling. Once Danny had finished fondling his fucking death scar he still wasn't done, because of fucking course he wasn't. He leaned over and kissed it, thrice. Each press of his lips sparked like static. Which the idiot didn't seem to notice. None of the other scars had done this when touched, but Danny hadn't kissed the other scars... yet.

Danny's lips against his were cold. Jason's lips didn't fizz or spark. This kiss was stupid. It was just a totally chaste press of lips against his. Jason was dutifully appreciative of his King's attentions. Danny then kissed his nose with another chaste kiss. Energy leapt into and around his sinuses then down his esophagus and into his lungs. It was terrifying. Was this going to be it? His final death? The only sign he showed Danny that he even felt anything was a hitch in his breathing.

Danny noticed nothing of Jason's internal panic. He pulled Jason's head back down and kissed his forehead then each cheek. Jason counted his pulse rate. It was useful grounding when nothing else could be used.

"Hey, you wanna watch Titan A.E. ?"

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Danny had actually meant watch, not 'chill'. So they watched mother fucking Titan A.E. Like, the animated movie, like, 'Treasure Island' by Robert Louis Stevenson, except in space. When Danny sat down Jason knelt as close to him as possible, rested his crossed arms on Danny's legs, and looked up as smitten as he could manage. Danny had flustered, which was ridiculously easy for Jason to get him to do, Jason was going to need to find a different way of entertaining himself if Danny kept this up. Seeing it so often would make it lose its charm, after all.

Jason had pulled Danny down onto some stupid bean bags that weren't actually bean bags. They were rich people bean bags, so like pillows and poufs filled with, well look, Jason didn't know but it was soft, except when it was firm, but the firmness was like memory foam almost. Danny sat next to him, not on his lap or even snuggled up to him. It was annoying but also pretty comfortable. Jason had seen Titan A.E. before. It was one of the times Dick had been watching him with B off planet. They had gotten in a 'fight' about disney movies and Jason had insisted on watching literally anything but. He doesn't even remember why, except Dick always wanted to watch that and Jason (usually) never did and also Jason was twelve and Dick was his brother.

Jason amused himself by trying to get the castle (Jason was pretty sure it was the castle anyways) to make different furniture for them. The room slowly expanded to accommodate the increasingly elaborate furniture. By the middle of the movie Jason had convinced it to make an entire seating area fit for a withdrawing room. Well, two of them, one he imagined with regency era fashion and one that was modern (but like, not ugly or boring modern, cool and awesome modern). Now he was working on something vaguely based on the art style of the movie playing.

Danny grabbed Jason's arm and gave him a shake while hissing "Look, look!"
The fainting couch he'd been working on faded into green smoke. When the smoke cleared it was an ottoman. Hideous and with zero style. Jason dutifully looked at the screen with interest. There sure were some animated weird ass space animals doing something with animated space ships.

"Cool," Jason offered.

"I know? Right?!" Danny said then went 'eee' while shaking Jason in excitement the rest of the scene. Jason did not think it was exciting enough to warrant a full on squeeing fit but whatever. When he stopped, Danny was finally snuggled up against his side. Not that Jason actually cared or anything. Danny reacted like he'd never seen the movie before. Jason had assumed he had but that was when Jason had assumed Danny was just moving the sex somewhere he liked better.

Danny's hands stayed on Jason's dress. Instead of doing anything fun he was fiddling absently with the fabric. Jason draped his arm over Danny, keeping him against his side. Danny didn't react. Jason slowly slid his hand under Danny's shirt. His skin wasn't as smooth as Jason expected from a king. He was scarred but Jason doubted he was the kind of rich asshole to lead his troops directly from the battlefield. Danny shivered at Jason's touch but didn't look away from the movie. Jason internally sighed and let himself explore Danny's back. It was a good back. He was toned, Jason wondered from what. Maybe he worked out away from the lowly peasants or something. The scar rippled and swirled under Jason's fingertips. It was almost like a lichtengberg figure. But if it really was then it should be fresh, they faded quickly.

When the credits rolled Danny held onto Jason's arm and bounced. Jason used Danny's excited movements to bring him on top of his lap. Jason was not hard. Well, not like, totally hard. Just like a little bit. Because Danny was cute and Jason was kind of literally here to fuck him and it'd be nice to just get it done so they could move on with whatever this was going to be. Danny shoved his hands against Jason's chest, grabbed his dress and started to pull him —almost certainly to be a fucking menace and shake Jason some more— but then he stopped, let go of the fabric and flattened his hands against Jason's chest.

Danny looked down at his hands, or more likely looked down at Jason's chest. Jason had no idea what this dress was made from but it pulled in shadows and shimmered blood-red. Jason fucking needed twenty. But instead Sewn Jahn was going to be making him twenty very different dresses. He was willing to use this same material in other projects though and Jason was looking forward to seeing them. Danny smoothed his hands over Jason's pecs, staring. Jason didn't shiver or move much, he just let himself look all flirty and smirky. He shouldn't be smirking. Smirking was sass and disrespect and that was enough to get him whipped under some of his dead teachers. Like with literal whips. If he'd really pissed them off they'd break out the glass embedded cattails. Most of the injuries he'd gotten within the first few years of getting dunked had healed scarless. The ones that had stuck were... Jason didn't want to think about that; bleeding out from a batarang. The cut from Essence's Blood blade. Some minor cuts and burns from playing around with Roy's trick arrows (when the idiot tested them out on Jason. Only sometimes in the shower.) Not visible but definitely there, cracked ribs from sparring with Bizz and Star. Arte never broke his bones. It was a little weird, she was crazy strong after all. But it was only after the fresh new white hair showed up (courtesy of the old man's tantrum over not even actually killing Penguin) more and less significant scars stuck around.

"I can't believe you're seriously okay with this," Danny said, sounding incredulous and awed. Danny sounded awed a lot. He should fucking calm down with that shit. There was nothing admirable or awe inspiring about Jason.

"I find it hard to understand, a great king like yourself being so surprised that you're admired," Jason chuckled warmly and ran his hands up Danny's back lightly. This king was very, very strange. Jason wanted very much for Danny to be nothing more than what he acted like. Jason wasn't stupid enough to let his hopes and wants get in the way of observing reality. Soon enough Jason was sure he'd have enough info for a rough estimate of the kind of person Danny really was. Until then, he was a pretty asshole capable of anything.

Danny made an adorable expression of annoyance before he said, "It'd be great if people would stop admiring me."

That sure was a strange thing for nobility to say. Their attitudes were different than the rich and famous. They usually fawned and demanded attention even when they hated it. Jason tilted his head to the side in curiosity.

"Everyone, everywhere wants my attention, like, all the time. It sucks," Danny said. He whined but Jason did know a little bit about what being famous was like. What with the very very short time he'd spent as a Wayne and the complaining Dickolas did like constantly, when he'd been a Wayne. Dick didn't really talk about much with him these days. Jason understood. Being on B's shit list was fucking horrible. The only faster way to get there other than working with Jason was to actually kill someone.

"Apologies, my King. What attentions would you care for?" Jason said sweetly.

Danny huffed, looked down at his hands —still on Jason's pecs— and squeezed lightly. Jason gave him a small, coy smile and covered Danny's hands with his own. He slid Danny's hands to cover his nipples and gave them a little squeeze. Danny flushed and grinned. Jason did not snort or laugh at him even though he looked kind of ridiculous.

Jason contemplated saying something about being happy to serve then decided against it. He wasn't happy, exactly, he was relieved. So far this being had treated Jason well. No need to find out this super powerful king could smell lies or some bullshit by lying to his face about something stupid and getting punished.

Danny squeezed and stared. Jason kept his smile sultry while Danny fondled him. It wasn't terrible. Danny's hands were warm. And Danny was very expressive. Jason imagined him riding Jason's cock, imagined what sort of expressions he'd make then, stuffed so full. Danny finally did move on from fondling his chest to teasing at his nipples. Jason let himself gasp and squirm. It felt good. Electric. It'd been a while since anyone had teased him like this. He'd never been the focus of his teammates, always taking care of them instead. Essence had been... probably not a mistake. It'd felt good, having the attention of someone so important and powerful. But she'd watched him squirm like he was some sort of interesting bug. Danny watched him like there was nothing else he'd rather see.

Jason tilted his head back, baring his throat. Danny didn't kiss or bite. Jason exhaled. He ran his hands over Danny's ass. It was a good ass. Danny giggled. Fucking. Giggled. Jason grabbed his hips and ground up. The pressure combined with the silky satin of his panties was a relief. Danny gasped and Jason raised his head up to take him in. Figuratively. Danny was still wearing pants. There would be no literal taking of cock until Danny's pants were off. But he was disconcertingly precious. Excited and actually blushing, he laughed nervously and ground down against Jason. Jason let his eyes slide half closed and exhale harshly. Any stimulation was better than nothing, even this damned teasing. And teasing Danny fucking was.

He rocked against Jason awkwardly and kissed Jason awkwardly and was a totally awkward fucking mess. Jason was both a fucking professional and kind of desperate so he whined and felt up Danny's ass and forced himself to stay passive and easy. Follow the idiot john's lead. Don't push. Keep him happy. Which was stupid easy to do. Danny had followed Jason's lead this morning (morning for Jason, anyway) and he'd learned quick which ways Jason wanted to be kissed. Not that Jason wanted Danny's kisses. He was an idiot.

But he was also better than Jason expected. Like, way better. Which was stupid. He wasn't actually objectively better at finding the sensitive (that is, vulnerable and weak) spots and using them to make Jason respond. He was, in fact, objectively terrible at it; just sort of, squeezing and petting and looking very very ridiculous while doing it. Jason was also hard, had been hard for a little bit even. Danny wasn't in any rush to move on to other bits of Jason and Jason... Was sort of okay with that. It was sort of different. Closer to Isabel's touch than anyone else. Definitely nothing like the surgically precise touches, or possessive bites and kisses from Talia. Not the casual touches and intrigued stare of inhuman and immortal Essence. Maybe a little bit like the heat from Kori but Danny lacked her confidence. And lacked Roy. Roy wasn't here, reminding Jason of just how stupid he was being their fuck friend. Not like, deliberately or something, Roy was great. Roy was his best fucking friend. Jason would do anything for Roy. But seeing Roy and Kori together outside of sex made loneliness claw at his chest. Which was fucking stupid. It was even more stupid that watching them care for each other after fucking felt even worse.

There was none of that now, with Danny. There were other problems. Danny was some sort of being powerful enough that Klarion had used an entire fucking cult to summon him. Danny was powerful enough to put Klarion in hamster jail and then toss him through a portal with a lazy 'yeet'. A portal he had created with seemingly zero effort. Danny was dangerous. Probably even more dangerous than Talia. Definitely more dangerous than Talia. Talia might feel like she's the most deadly thing in existence but Jason doubted she'd be able to do much more than Jason could against a being like Danny. Less, even. She couldn't utilize the power draining punch at all. Somehow, Jason found that thought comforting. He also found Danny way over dressed. He could do nothing with that stupid thought so he worked on what he could actually do something about. Getting Danny out of his clothes

Jason slid one hand up Danny's shirt. His back was still well toned, no crazy change there, and over all Danny was surprisingingly lean. Kings usually didn't have active enough life styles to stay lean like Danny. The Kings that did, like Arthur, were rare. More surprising than Danny's leanness was his scarring. Was that why he was so body shy? It was hidden under his clothes well enough Jason hadn't suspected it. But then why have it at all? Someone as powerful as Danny could easily find or hire magical or scientific methods to make him good as new. Jason tried not to give the scar more attention than anywhere else; instead teasing out the boundaries. Jason found it centered over where a human's heart would be. Once Jason learned where and how Danny liked being touched along his back, he moved his wandering hand to Danny's front. Danny mewled and squirmed and pulled his shirt off, giving Jason free access to his torso. The scar he'd felt wasn't only on Danny's back. The fractals of scar tissue radiated out from his heart. And it, too, was old. The scarring over Danny's heart was thick. It arced along Danny's chest to his left arm and danced down his arm like fine lace. Lichtenberg figures faded after no longer than a week. And even that long was rare. Jason wondered what had actually happened that the fractal burns became permanent.

Jason showed none of that curiosity. He palmed Danny's right pec, lightly pinching his nipple. Danny yelped and startled, literally jerking his body away from Jason's fingers. Jason moved his other hand up from Danny's ass to his back, keeping him from moving too far away. Danny looked embarrassed and giggled nervously. Jason kept his gaze hungry and brushed his thumb lightly against Danny's nipple in apology. Danny's breath hitched and he settled back down onto Jason's lap. Jason let himself groan with pleasured relief. Danny's answering smile was shy and Jason had to remind himself to never trust a john. They were dangerous and trusting one was how you wound up gang raped and bleeding out behind a dumpster. Trusting this king was stupid. He was more powerful than Klarion, a Lord of Chaos.

Despite knowing damn well it was a pretty lie, Danny's attention felt so damn genuine. Jason prided himself on reading people yet Danny frustrated his efforts without seeming to try. The only thing he was getting from Danny was eagerness and earnestness and shy excitement; hard and aching for release Jason found his usual suspicion much more difficult to maintain than he usually did. Trusting Danny felt easy. Jason didn't get easy. He definitely never got anything good. Trusting this being would be a death sentence. His own. No doubt permanently this time. It didn't matter how earnest and genuine Danny's fronting felt. Jason was fronting too; he was believably soft and submissive and pliant. It meant nothing. Trust was dangerous. Trust got you killed. Jason sucked and licked sweetly at Danny's neck. Jason was street trash born and bred. He wouldn't fall for it. Trusting was death, slow and painful.

"Red," Danny gasped out. So believably earnest it made something in Jason twist and ache. Jason imagined Danny's legs wrapped tight around his waist. Imagined his oh so earnest face as he took all of Jason's cock.

"Danny," Jason gasped. Fuck. He needed to pull the brakes on his lust. He was getting too into this. Way too into it if he was actually genuinely gasping out this idiot's name. Danny wasn't ever going to take it. Danny probably would never even jack him much less suck him off. He needed to stop thinking with his emotions and think with his brain. He needed to think about taking this King's cock, not imagine this King riding him. Taking. Bottoming. Fuck, he only did that for his teammates and only if they asked. The Outlaws were the only people Jason trusted enough to ever be so vulnerable around. Jason would have to take Danny. Take this god-king's cock and not just tolerate it but like it. His ass clenched all without his input and the unexpected spark of pleasure from the plug caught him off guard. Jason moaned. "Danny, fuck."

Danny shoved Jason's dress up around his waist. Instead of ripping off his panties, or hell, even just grabbing him through the damned fabric and pulling him free, the fucking asshole stared at his cock like he'd never fucking seen a hard on before. Jason whined. If his cock was seriously that interesting why didn't Danny fucking touch him? Yeah, he was big, but it wasn't like Danny would take it. So what the fuck was he doing? Drawing everything out even longer? Getting off on Jason's desperation?

Jason dropped his hands down to Danny's fly, feeling him up through his pants; palming not a cock but either a vulva or some alien bits Jason didn't have the name for. Jason didn't wait, was already undoing Danny's fly when he stopped responding and locked up. Shit. Fuck. Fucking shit. Jason moved his hands away from Danny's groin, running them up and down the man's sides and back. Jason fucked up. He fucked up bad.

"I..." Danny said, staring at Jason with wide, anxious eyes.

"Sorry. S' okay. Didn't mean to rush." Jason panted as earnest and honest as he could be. He wasn't even acting. He was fucking sorry he'd pushed Danny too far. He tried to get his breathing back under control. Tried to calm down. This wasn't supposed to be about him. This was supposed to be about Danny and getting him relaxed, not about Jason and his burning, searing need to bury himself balls deep in this precious idiot and fuck him stupid.

Danny's eyes darted away from Jason, around the room. Jason wasn't the only one of them trembling. As much as Jason wanted it to be lust on Danny's end he wasn't an idiot. He dropped his hands, Danny ran.

Jason stared after him aching and knowing it was entirely his own damn fault he was frustrated and miserable. After way too long staring at nothing like an idiot, Jason rolled over and screamed into the nearest stupid soft velvet pouf.

"Fuck!"

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Jason waited dutifully to be punished for his massive fuck up. He waited half an hour, an hour, around two and a half hours a cleaning servant entered, startled and shooed him away. Jason had remained unpunished. It set him on edge. He'd fucked up his job, and not just that, he'd tried to push Danny into sex when he didn't want it. He ought to kill himself, just on principle. He didn't, because that was no longer up to him.

Jason busied himself with exercise and meditation. He wanted to explore and figure out if this place did indeed have sensible and stable directions and try to find something interesting. He didn't deserve that, though, so he stayed in his quarters. His handmaids, Frills and Gildan, were chatty without giving away anything useful. It was frustrating. They were unafraid of him, which was both good and possibly bad. He was supposed to be their superior, which meant they should be deferential. But he also hadn't been anything except agreeable with them. They were just doing their jobs, they didn't get Jason into all this mess and didn't deserve to put up with his pissy bullshit.

Still, Jason had gotten thoroughly distracted around dinner time and was letting himself enjoy the luxuries of being the only concubine to a king. He was reclined on a grecco-roman style couch, Gildan had dressed him in a basically transparent fabric. One entire woven piece. Literally a toga. Which was why Jason was reclining on a grecco-roman couch eating dates. Obviously. Frills had given him a crown of rich red spider-lilies and cooed over him. Morbid. Dramatic. Jason kind of loved it. Despite the impossibly translucent toga and it not going with it at all, Jason had insisted on stockings with garters. Danny had liked them before. And part of his job was being nice to look at for Danny. Then Danny showed up during dessert, fresh chilled fruits and honeyed dates, and immediately started talking. Jason was embarrassingly been startled by the idiot. He waited, tense as hell, for his inevitable punishment. But he also had a job to do. And he would do it and do it well. He was hot as fuck and Danny clearly agreed. Whenever Danny looked his way his eyes wandered over Jason and his cheeks flushed.

Danny ranted about bureaucracy and Jason feigned interest. He watched Danny from under half closed eyes. Danny liked looking and Jason liked Danny looking at him. Jason considered, briefly, eating the figs or the grapes, then decided he was done actually. He wiped his slightly sticky fingers on a warm washcloth that existed entirely for this purpose. Who knew how long he had with the king's favor. If Jason really was the first concubine Danny had ever taken then Jason could very easily lose favor as soon as any other concubines entered the scene. And spouses? Jason would be fucked. But for now... For now, Jason was a Prince given to the King of Ghosts, or maybe the Dead. Possibly King of the abstract concept of Infinity. Whatever Danny was king of, Jason was going to take his joy where and when he could and eke as much out of being a king's concubine as possible. Though he was fairly sure if Danny did grow bored with him he'd just ignore him instead of torment him. That was nice.

Danny's tirade was new, because he hadn't bitched at Jason before, but it really wasn't new. It was basically the exact same rant he'd heard from other nobility that actually did their duties and CEOs. And Tim. Danny was winding himself up though, not blowing off steam.

"You'd think," Jason agreed to Danny's complaint. Projecting sympathy and disappointment over whatever Danny had been forced to do in court today. Be driven half insane by incompetent eyeballs or something.

"You would think! Wouldn't you!" Danny cried out, gesturing in some wild way that he clearly thought conveyed something but really only conveyed he was kind of ridiculous. Danny went on, prowling around the study now. Jason continued his half of the 'conversation' despite being about ninety percent sure Danny would and could keep this up for a good two hours more. Which while kind of funny was very much not relaxing.

Jason had some idea that the 'Dark' that Danny spoke of like a person and everyone else spoke of like a curse was likely the previous king. Or possibly someone that had staged a semi successful coup. Jason didn't ask for more. Previous kings were touchy subjects even when you knew what to avoid mentioning. Danny was too much like some little gremlin his age to make predicting him easy. Because he also was a king, T H E King even. Allegedly. Despite there always being a bigger fish Jason was definitely willing to believe Danny was powerful beyond his mortal mind's comprehension. He'd killed some assholes like that once, and Danny had the spiritual presence for it. All the other spirits Jason had met had been pretty damn straightforward for Jason to deal with. Especially considering the bullshit he put up with for his family. He had to think twelve steps ahead just to stop by the Batcave without pushing B's 'beat the shit out of Jason' button. Keeping Danny happy should be a piece of cake compared to that.

When was Jason going to get back to the living lands? He wasn't terribly worried, he'd extracted a promise from Danny's Fright Knight-slash-literally-the-concept-of-Halloween-given-form-somehow to get Jason back to the same time and place he'd been taken from. Jason had Seen with his useless All Sight that his return to Gotham would happen in any time-line. If he hadn't he'd never take some stranger's word on anything, much less something as important as getting home. Whenever it'd be, Jason did know that it wasn't right now. Right now: Danny wasn't winding down, he was getting more and more all wound up. Right. Time to actually do his job and not fuck everything up. He had this.

The next circuit Danny paced near, Jason struck. He grabbed his King by his wrist and pulled Danny down onto his nearly naked lap, Danny's back against Jason's chest was good. He kissed the back of Danny's neck sweetly. He could do this. He could relax Danny. And maybe even get off, too. But more importantly, relax Danny.

"Enough, my King. Let your most humble concubine do his job." Jason purred.

Danny squirmed and mumbled something incomprehensible. Jason told his body to shut up about the cute boy on his cock (if fucking only) and did not get hard. Very much.

"We will only go as far as you want, my king. This one was too overcome with your majesty before. It won't happen again." Jason said seriously. Sitting on Jason's lap was not helping Danny calm down. Good. Jason actually felt desired. His scars were something extremely attractive here, not something shameful or disgusting. Second looks had been appraising and appreciative. It was weird but kind of awesome. Jason was a hot piece of ass and it was nice to be appreciated outside of the mask.

Danny kept squirming and didn't answer. Jason sternly took his lust and told it to fuck off. This. Wasn't. About. Him. This was about relaxing Danny. Danny relaxed watching that dumb movie.

"Would my king enjoy another movie? Star Trek, perhaps?" Jason offered.

"Your king would prefer being called Danny." Danny huffed.

"Danny," Jason said sweetly. "Did you want to watch Star Trek?"

"Maybe." Danny mumbled something else and Jason nuzzled against the side of his neck. Danny kept squirming then straightened up very decisively and tugged off his shirt. Then immediately pressed back against Jason's chest, hiding. Jason sighed and kissed Danny's cheek.

"This is for you, Danny." Jason said gently. "This isn't relaxing you. It's okay we can-"

"No! I don't wanna watch a movie!" Danny said. Very loudly. Then flushed. He did not get up. Fine. Jason nuzzled against his neck. Danny leaned into him. Carefully, Jason wrapped his arm around Danny and held him close. Danny stayed tense for a few seconds then melted into the embrace. Okay. Touching was a yes. Lots of touching even, apparently. Just. Boundaries. Jason wouldn't forget again.

"Okay Danny. Your wish is my command." Jason said.

"Don't say wish," Danny said. He tensed back up, but not as tense as before the hugging. Huggen-ing? No that sounded stupid.

"Consider the word banished from my mind," Jason said reassuringly. Danny started to relax again.

Jason teased his breath along Danny's neck, up to his ear. Danny shivered then squirmed. Fuck his ass was so— off limits. No ass. Shut up body. Jason was hard enough it was more than obvious. Danny had to feel his cock while he wiggled around like a jerk.

"Watch out, my King, you're waking the serpent," Jason said lightly against the shell of Danny's ear. Danny shivered again and laughed; loud and excited.

"Maybe I like serpents, you don't know me," Danny said with bravado fueled sass. Jason laughed. It wasn't the deep laugh he'd nearly instinctively made at Danny's pathetic attempt at convincing himself and Jason that everything was fine. He didn't though, he kept his laugh light and teasing. Danny pouted and said, "Rude."

"You like looking," Jason said agreeably. Though in reality Jason was frustrated. His frustration was irrelevant. Danny licked his lips and glanced down then twisted to look Jason in the face. Jason let himself get harder. Was Danny actually going to do something? Please?

"I do," Danny said, voice much lower than the words warranted.

Jason projected easy anticipation despite being excited and eager to... well... probably masturbate but this time with an audience. Better. Especially since Danny would be here, eyes on Jason the entire time. Hopefully. He could scream into his pillow while jacking it later if this didn't—

"Ah!"

Okay, that was embarrassing. He hadn't meant to sound so vulnerable. But Danny turned fully to face Jason and rocked against his now definitely totally erect cock. Fucking sue him.

"And touching," Danny said in that sexy low voice.

"Yes," Jason gasped. He was so fucking pathetic and so goddamn hard. So ready to cum for Danny, his King. Fuck why did thinking of Danny as his king get him so fucking turned on? Danny hadn't moved the sheer fabric away and watched now in fascination as he slowly ground against Jason. Fuck. Jason stopped fighting his arousal and precum leaked from his cock. Fucking fuck he was absolutely pathetic. Danny wasn't even doing anything. Seriously though. Danny was just grinding and looking. Jason kept his thoughts about this situation to himself and looked pretty. The barely there, silky smooth, shimmering fabric still between them was now glistening with Jason's pre. Jason was fucking nailing looking pretty.

Danny licked his lips and reached down to fucking tease his fingers along Jason's length. Jason let himself whine with need. Danny stopped and looked up at his face, concerned. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.

"Good, Danny," Jason gasped. "Good sounds. Promise."

"Good," Danny smiled, it was way too sweet and innocent. Especially since he firmly gripped Jason's cock and started stroking with purpose. Jason whined out something affirmative. If Danny fucking stopped now he was going to fucking die. Again.

Jason groaned and gasped another rushed 'good'. Was Danny going to finish him off like this? With only this impossibly thin fabric separating them? It wouldn't even be difficult. This felt incredible. Then Danny stopped again. Jason made a needy little whine. Danny looked at his still dry hand with a precious little frown. He looked at Jason's glistening cock. He looked back at his dry hand.

Jason fumbled with shaky hands and managed to hike the fabric up enough to bare his cock. Danny reached for him again. When his bare fingers finally held his cock Jason groaned wordless approval.

"Better?" Danny asked with an unfairly hot chuckle.

"Yes," Jason agreed. Danny was apparently just as playful a little fucker in sex. Instead of jacking Jason off he stroked him with slow and teasing touches. Jason's cock leaked fresh precum with each stroke. Again, though, Danny was testing Jason's restraint. He took his now slick hand away from Jason and looked at his palm. It shone in the glow of the ghost lighting. Danny brought his hand closer to his face and studied it.

Jason let himself breath harshly and watch. His opinion was unneeded and unwanted. Danny licked his palm cautiously. Jason refrained from raising his eyebrow or saying anything snarky. That wasn't who he was playing right now. Right now he was 'Red', the ghost king's first concubine. Danny, still apparently undecided on the nutritional value or flavor of human precum, licked his palm again. Jason got the feeling Danny could and would do shit like this all damn night. Jason wasn't patient enough for that bullshit.

"Does my body please my king?" Jason asked with a sultry stretch and lazy grin. Danny flushed, apparently totally forgetting that golly, he was in the middle of something here.

"Y-yes. Ancients, yes, you're perfect." Danny said urgently. Like maybe Jason was going to get up and walk out. This man acted like a blushing virgin college kid finally figuring out this sex thing, not like the most politically powerful man in this dimension, possibly in most or even all dimensions. Jason continued to stretch lazily, showing his body off for his king. At least this idiot could appreciate Jason when he reminded him he needed appreciation. Jason made an artfully lazy noise and focused on putting on a show.

Danny was acting like he wasn't sure what to expect. Like Jason was maybe the first guy he'd been with. Possessive satisfaction thrummed with each beat of his heart. Jason recognized it was stupid, being so damned excited over the possibility of being Danny's first fuck. He also didn't care. The idea of training a King up all for himself was damn near intoxicating. Even if there was no way someone as powerful and beautiful as Danny hadn't ever messed around with anyone before. Yeah right. Danny returned his hand to Jason's cock and stroked him slowly. After a truly excruciating ten minutes of aching pleasure Jason finally decided to make his bid for Danny's focus.

"I think I could spare a load for my king." Jason said as playfully as he could manage leaking precum like a faucet and aching for release. Sort of playfully. Maybe a bit more needily than he'd like, but Danny responded just perfectly. He was easy and it was the only fucking blessing about this entire situation.

"Yeah?" Danny asked, excited and eager. Fuck. Danny watched himself pump Jason's cock, cheeks adorably pinked with lust.

"Yeah," Jason sighed. He let his head roll back and moaned wordless satisfaction. Then raised his head back up and grinned. "I've got a hot load of cream for you, right here." Jason rocked his hips into Danny's firm, gentle grip. "You just gotta," Jason gasped and shuddered as Danny squeezed and slid his hand up his shaft. "Yeah, fuck. Milk me for it."

"I dunno." Danny hummed teasingly. He kept his pace excruciatingly slow as he talked, clearly enjoying Jason's needy reactions. "You sure this isn't one of those self milking- oh!" Danny cut himself off. He looked curious. Jason was losing his goddamn mind. Holding himself still and being so easy and sweet felt unnatural. His partners rarely wanted slow, unless it was to make Jason beg. He desperately wanted to move. To grab Danny and drive his cock in him until he was screaming Jason's name. Jason imagined gagging Danny with his cock, imagined bending him over his bike and- Oh. Danny was finally sharing his thought with the class. "Do you think you could learn to cum on command? That's definitely a thing... right?"

"Yes." Jason shuddered and gasped. Danny wasn't stopping his excruciatingly slow pace.

"... Yes it's a thing or yes you can learn it?" Danny said dubiously. Jason allowed himself a frustrated groan and jerked his hips hard. Danny pushed his free hand against Jason's hip, Jason bucked again just to be a contrary little bitch. He moved his hips almost not at all. Right. God-King guy. God-Kings could pin mortals without even trying. Danny said laughingly, "Whoa there, Boo, don't want it over too soon."

"Wanna cum now," Jason whined. If he didn't he might literally die. Forever. He'd been getting jacked so damn slow for at least twenty minutes. Jason was gonna riot. Danny might have had what was possibly his only kinky idea ever in his life (or after life, or existence or whatever) just now but Jason wasn't going to let him get distracted with the hows or whys. Just like he could slow or stop and start his heart, Jason could control any bodily system. That was the only relevant thing right now. Jason demanded. "Danny. What's the word? You wanna see me cum right now give me the command, King."

Danny stared at him like he thought Jason was fucking with him. Jason growled, threaded his hand into Danny's hair and firmly moved his head down to lay on Jason's hip. Giving him a close view of Jason's cock.Danny, literally a king, accepted Jason's direction easily. Jason wished he could shove Danny onto his cock and fuck his face instead. But boundaries. Not established. Some other time.

"Watch." Jason demanded. Danny stopped stroking and watched. Jason hadn't wanted that but Danny had no way of knowing what Jason wanted without words or clear direction so whatever. Jason did direct Danny to cup his balls and the little bitch did. He shivered and exhaled. He could do this. Jason had training no human has ever received. Not that he needed that particular set of skills for this. This was something anyone could learn, with, y'know, months to years of brutal and rigorous training that could kill them at any slip up.

Jason emptied his head of thought. Jason existed. Jason was aroused. Cumming would be easier, then. He found his lust and wound it tight. Danny made a wordless curious noise. Jason imagined his cum leaking from Danny's hole, imagined it running down Danny's chin, imagined Danny full and bred and warming his cock. The tightly coiled lust sprung and Jason came.

"Oh shit." Danny said, possibly in admiration and awe of Jason's skill. "You just. You just came dude."

Jason opened an eye and stared at Danny. Danny remained oblivious, seemingly entranced by the cum very slowly leaking from the head of Jason's cock with each pump of his heart. Oh yeah. Jason was good. He even let himself believe it, just for now.

"That was awesome. Can you do it again? How long in between?"

"You're talking too much. Let me enjoy the glow." Jason said. He wanted to grab Danny by his silky hair and shove his face into the cooling cum on his belly and chest. He did not do that, but he wanted it. Very much. He let his eye slide closed and tried to enjoy the endorphins.

"Yeah, sure, of course," Danny said, then immediately started muttering under his breath. "Is that a super power? How'd he even figure it out?"

"It's not a superpower. I'm not a meta." Jason said keeping himself pliant and relaxed and not showing his annoyance. Danny brushed his thumb against the base of his softening cock. Jason jumped and pretended he hadn't. Danny still held his balls and now teased him slowly, almost cautiously. Jason sighed when Danny ran his fingers over his sensitive sack. Danny pressed light pressure against his balls, teasing them around like he was rolling them without actually cupping them any longer. Jason exhaled. This was good. It wasn't cuddling but it was a lazy sort of relaxing.

Danny leaned over Jason and licked his chest then pulled away. Jason made a quiet grunt of demanding confusion. Danny licked him again, not quite in the same place. Jason opened his eyes and watched Danny. Danny had the tip of his tongue poking out and looked like he was giving something some serious thought. Danny licked up some more cum from Jason's chest. Watching him was damn near enthralling. Jason was fucking head empty, no thoughts, only hot god-king eating his cum. When Danny added a little excited hip wiggle lust hit Jason over the head with a crowbar. It took all of his considerable will power to hold back his desperate need to slam Danny into the floor and breed him stupid right then and there.

When Danny reached Jason's cock he ran his tongue over the milky fluid weeping from him and Jason let himself exhale harshly.

"You're hard?" Danny wondered, apparently surprised at this unforeseen turn of events. Was he fucking serious.

"Funny how watching my King lap up my cum like a treat gets me turned on." Jason said. He wasn't at the top of his word game and feeling good enough to be snarkier than he'd ever been when making out with Danny before.

Danny flushed all pretty, glared up at Jason and made to deny something. He didn't actually deny anything though. He hunched his shoulders and turned his gaze to Jason's erection. Jason twitched his cock because he could and Danny was watching him do it.

Danny looked up again at Jason, this time so unsure it was goddamn painful to watch. Jason wielded his iron self control and did none of the many, many perverse and horny things he desperately wanted. Instead, he did his damnedest to affect a totally normal amount of lust. He was... less successful than he'd intended at staying calm. But whatever he expressed seemed to be exactly what Danny needed to turn his attention back to Jason's hardness and lick the head clean.

"Good boy," Jason groaned, dropping his head back.

Danny shivered and Jason grinned. Just that little bit of praise got him worked up? This was easy. Maybe next time Jason could negotiate some filthy pet names Danny wouldn't mind. For now, boy would just have to suffice. And Danny was being very, very good for Jason indeed. Jason didn't touch him, yet. Didn't order him to do anything. Danny was so damned anxious that clear orders and being manhandled right now would almost definitely distract him from feeling good and having fun. Maybe even push him into not having fun. Totally unacceptable. This was a fun only sex-capade.

Instead of fucking the very little brains Danny had out of him, Jason praised him again, voice gentle and confident. "You're such a good fucking boy."

Danny's startled gasp was sweet as sugar. Jason felt himself grinning wide. Look at him. Jason fucking Todd, alive and hale and getting fucked by a god.

"Like that, do you?" Jason said lowly. He didn't let Danny fret or worry how to respond, "Good. You deserve it."

Danny looked up at him. He didn't believe Jason. He maybe even started second guessing things. Unacceptable.

"You deserve to feel good, Danny." Jason insisted firmly.

Danny's silently confused disbelief wasn't fun. Jason was telling him how things were and he was questioning Jason. Unacceptable. That was two unacceptable things just now. Three if Jason couldn't redirect this and Danny got upset. Jason showed none of his frustration. Instead he projected soft care and gently carded his fingers through Danny's hair. Danny leaned into Jason's touch a shade too desperately. It made something vengeful curl through Jason, thinking about why Danny would be so touch starved. The hair tie, elastic, caught against his fingers and Jason worked it out. Danny's hair tumbled down, framing his face in shimmering black strands of ebony. Jason held Danny's gaze and thought soft thoughts. Being soft wouldn't kill Jason, was probably all 'good for his mental health' even.

"Danny." Jason said with what felt like forced gentleness. Danny didn't seem to notice Jason's leashed and starving need to absolutely dominate this precious, powerful, man. Jason reiterated. "You do deserve to feel good and I'll tell you until you believe me."

Danny did not believe him. In a poorly executed effort to get Jason to back down, or whatever he was trying to do, Danny said, "... You're holding something back."

The most annoying thing was Danny was correct. And if Jason didn't shut him down immediately this was quickly going to suck. In the shitty way. God, he was so fucking annoying.

"What are you holding back?" Danny said. He looked half a breath away from bolting.

"You sure you wanna know?" Jason purred, stalling. Danny was going to change things up regardless of what Jason said, so he might as well say what he actually wanted. Or one thing that he wanted at least. Despite the safety Danny seemed to radiate Jason didn't entirely trust him to not use Jason's wants as fodder for fucked up 'games' involving emotional manipulation. Assholes with absolute power loved fucked up shit like that. Two, almost three days was hardly enough time to earn such trust from Jason.

"Yes!" Danny insisted. Well. If Jason was being ordered to, then Jason would tell him something all right. He didn't expect to get to do anything close to it but... This was just a stupid kink. It meant nothing. He could tell Danny. Lust beat through Jason's veins instead of blood. He wrapped Danny's hair around his hand and pulled his head back to bare his neck. It wasn't a sharp tug but he did use more force than strictly necessary. Danny squirmed but didn't fight it. Fuck.

"You're right, Danny. I am holding back. I'm holding back so fucking much," Jason growled against his ear.

He barely gave time for Danny to process his words before he struck. He bit Danny's throat hard. Marking what was his satisfied something Jason had been wanting since this whole concubine thing began. Danny squealed and flailed but did nothing to shove Jason away or tell him to stop. Danny was soft, yes, but Jason didn't forget this guy's casual shows of power. This wasn't even close to a real struggle from the king. The king whose throat was still bared for Jason's pleasure. So all over that sweet, naked and totally unmarked skin Jason left bruises. No sweetly sucked hickies now, just teeth and force. Danny cried out with each new bite. It was almost enough for Jason to stop. But again, if Danny wanted Jason to stop he could chuck Jason through the walls. Or like, use his words or something. Regardless, Jason didn't relent until he'd left bruising bites over nearly the entire surface area of Danny's bare throat. Danny was shaking in his hold by the time Jason was satisfied. His marks weren't fading away immediately. He admired what he'd wrought and waited for the inevitable retaliation. Jason had wildly overstepped but he didn't care. Whatever his punishment would be it'd be worth it for this memory of power over this man. And the sight of his marks on pale skin as long as they lasted. Danny didn't throw Jason through the walls. He didn't throw Jason anywhere. He lay out under him and gazed up at Jason eyes wide. He was breathing harshly and Jason preened. Emboldened by the lack of pain Jason kept talking.

"You're so cute and soft, and God do I wanna breed you. You'd look so fucking good all fucked out and stuffed with my cum." Jason locked eyes with Danny. His king was wide eyed and trembling and oh so beautiful. Jason admired his work, enjoying the blatant display of ownership. Danny's mouth opened and closed silently and Jason grinned in satisfaction. His king liked this, his king liked being bitten hard by Jason, like an animal. Would he like being bred like one too?

Jason tried to keep his expression appropriately ... fuck he didn't know what to pick. He just knew Danny could never see how into this Jason really was. Not until Jason was confident he knew what kind of man Danny was would he give him more than pillow talk and his body. Jason unwound Danny's hair from his fist, freeing him from the lazy 'pin' that he'd accepted so sweetly. He ran his fingers gently through it. His grin changed into something soft and hopefully sincere. The softness was too close to real.

"But this isn't about me. This is about you, and making you feel good enough to relax." Jason brushed the back of his hand against Danny's face.

Danny's nose scrunched up and eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "But I can't make babies?"

Danny's ridiculous response startled a genuine laugh out of Jason.

"I can't! I think. Probably. No, definitely. Definitely can't." Danny was embarrassed and bewildered. Jason kissed him. It was entirely uncalculated and impulsive. Jason let himself have this kiss then shoved those wants away. Like he'd told Danny, this wasn't about Jason.

"Yes, I am aware." Jason responded dryly. Using his incredible deductive reasoning skills Jason figured Danny was going to keep asking questions. "It isn't about that... sort of. I mean, if I could actually put a baby in you that'd be so fucking' hot. But it's not about literally knocking you up."

"This really isn't convincing me of anything except you really wanna put babies in people." Danny said dubiously.

"It's a kink, man, it doesn't have to make sense." Jason snorted.

"I guess. But why's it so sexy if you can't actually, y'know, put it in?" Danny was so fucking adorably bewildered.

"Oh I most definitely can put it in, my King." Jason purred, grinding down into Danny's still clothed hips. Danny squeaked and flushed and looked absolutely scrumptious. Jason did not tell Danny just how pretty he was. Because then Jason would inevitably say something about how pretty Danny's mouth was and how gorgeous he'd look with it around Jason's cock. Jason trailed his fingers lightly over his marks on Danny's skin. He was surprised they were still there. Someone as powerful as Danny was had to have a healing factor of some kind. "But to answer your question, pet, it's about working you open, watching my fingers get you all slick and loose. It's about listening to you fall apart before you even touch my cock. It's about seeing your hole taking my cock like it's made for it. It's about-"

Danny actually interrupted him, the ude little bitch. Jason let him. Jason was his whore, after all. Jason wouldn't let himself forget: concubines were things to nobility, not real people. Danny could do anything he'd like to Jason and no one would care. Hell, they probably wouldn't even bat an eye if Jason was beaten black and blue. Thinking about Danny doing that felt wrong, but it didn't change the truth.

"It's about making me yours." Danny said. He said it like he understood, like that level of possessiveness was expected. Like it made any kind of sense, a king's whore having any kind of claim to his king. Jason swallowed.

"Yes." Jason whispered. He admitted, "It's about making you so thoroughly mine you're ruined for anyone else."

"Oh. Isn't that just sex though? I'm pretty sure when you have sex with someone they're yours now." Danny said with a ridiculous lack of logic. Jason shook his head no.

"Sex is sex. Having sex doesn't make me, or anyone else someone's fuck toy." Jason said firmly. There was no reprimand for what most instructors would call 'sass'. Gears were turning in Danny's head. It was cute.

"Still sounds kind of fake. But... if sex really is just sex then..." Danny said dubiously.

Jason pet Danny and waited, who knew what ridiculous conclusion Danny was about to make. Certainly not Jason.

"If breeding isn't just sex? It's, like, a possessive thing, right? Because if sex isn't possessive there still has to be some way to claim someone as yours."

Jason hummed, pretending to think. Danny was making some wild leaps in logic and kind of focused on the whole possessive aspect, like really focused on it. Just because sex wasn't possessive didn't mean that there had to be something sexual that was. There were, but still. Besides, Danny was pretty much right, close enough for hand grenades anyways.

"Yup." Jason agreed. Danny hummed slowly, clearly thinking things through. Did Danny want this? Jason started smiling, possibly even smirking. He'd shared his kink and Danny was actually into it. Or at least willing to try.

"So. To make you mine, I've gotta breed you." Danny declared decisively.

"Um, what." Jason said, definitely not smirking now. Jason was already Danny's. He'd been a tease up until now. Jason had thought he'd be jerking off alone again tonight. He'd certainly didn't figure for accidentally teaching Danny about breeding kinks and somehow convincing him to breed Jason.

"You're mine." Danny said, eyes flashing green like they had when he'd been summoned. Jason's heart lurched and tried to race. He let it, sex was a work out. Keeping his heartbeat slow now didn't matter.

"Yes," Jason agreed. He was Danny's concubine. Pretty damn hard to be any more 'mine' than that.

"You don't think having sex with someone makes them yours." Danny stated, like that was weird. Jason did not sulk. Because Danny was the one being weird. Not Jason.

"That's because it doesn't." Jason said, sounding as annoyed as he felt. And feeling maybe, like, mildly concerned. Jason was no virgin and Danny was possessive as hell. His exes didn't deserve to have some freaky god king hunting them down just because Jason's life was a shit show.

"So having sex with you won't tell you you're mine." Danny explained, like maybe Jason an idiot. Well, that was one of the better outcomes. His exes wouldn't be hunted down for the crime of fucking Jason before Danny knew him.

"... Correct." Jason cautiously allowed. He added, since he wasn't actually oblivious, "Words will tell me I'm yours, too."

"You're mine," Danny smiled. The smile turned sharp, "I never told you what that means. I thought you'd change your mind before I got attached."

Jason did not swallow though he definitely could use a drink. He lowered his head to Danny's chest, hiding his face from Danny's stare. Danny wasn't anything other than what he seemed. And Jason had let his own ego tell him he knew exactly what that meant. But Jason had no idea what Danny even was. Other than a god powerful enough a Lord of Chaos needed (or at least pretended to need) an entire ninety-nine cultists to summon. Danny might look and sound and feel and taste human, but he wasn't human. He was more. Once Jason was sure his body was only doing what he wanted he focused back on Danny and pushed himself up. He stayed outwardly relaxed and even managed a teasing little smirk.

"So what's being all yours entail, my King? Haven't you claimed me already?" Jason asked, reaching up to stroke the decorative chains around his neck. Jason had picked them out. Danny had personally given Jason nothing and Jason didn't care. Danny gave Jason his servants and his rooms. That wasn't nothing. And anyways Jason had access to nearly all of the same resources Danny had. And his own servants were all too eager to follow his own orders.

Danny didn't answer right away. His eyes wandered over Jason's body. Jason had rarely felt this exposed and seen. It had nothing to do with the sheer fabric falling off of his shoulders and naked, hard cock.

"Being mine is being mine." Danny said. Like that wasn't the most illogical and recursive reasoning probably ever. But, okay. Jason could work with this.

"I'm yours." Jason said with confident surety. Danny smiled brightly, like Jason had just given him the stars. His heart fluttered.

"And I'm gonna prove it." Danny declared.

Fuck.

"Yes, my King," Jason acquiesced. There was nothing else to be done. Being uncomfortable was better than refusing and knowing for sure he was powerless. And still uncomfortable anyways. Besides, would being bred really be so much worse than doing the breeding? Jason did think it was possessive as hell. He had never wanted anyone to possess him. He had enough problems with agency already to just give himself to anyone else like that. So he'd never been bred. Danny, his king, was going to be the first to breed him.

Okay, actually, that was kind of hot. It wasn't just anyone. It was Danny. Jason licked his lips and let himself think about that. Think about Danny with his cock in Jason, hanging onto his hips with that strength that pinned him effortlessly. Jason shivered. He thought about his king and being full. Full of Danny. Jason hadn't seen him cum so he had no idea what to expect, if he made a human-ish amount of spunk or nothing or a damn flood. What the hell did you call 'gets off on fucking literal royalty'. Seemed like one of those situations for a ridiculously specific word, 'vasiliphillia' maybe? Instead of letting his mind wander more Jason focused back on Danny.

"Show me," Jason purred. Danny beamed up at him like he'd just won a prize. Jason almost couldn't help the exasperated, "You're such a dork."

"I know you are but what am I?" Danny said, sticking out his tongue. It was getting harder to ignore that metaphysical safety. Danny was being ridiculous.

"Yours." Jason said, because it was true.

"Mine." Danny growled. It was deep, entirely inhuman. Jason clenched on the plug and forced himself to relax. He was getting fucked. Finally.

The slim, human body under him was suddenly bigger than Jason. It took a minute for his brain to catch up. Since at no point had Jason thought Danny changing his fucking size by a foot and a half and at least a hundred pounds was a possibility. Danny did not give him a minute to process. He grabbed Jason's waist —his hands were so much bigger than Jason's now— and ground up against Jason's ass. Something in Danny's pants wriggled. Something big. Jason was suddenly immensely grateful for always prepping whenever he was not in his own room. He didn't have to teach this loser how to get him ready for taking his cock. Or get ready to take it dry. Jason couldn't let Danny's innocent act get his guard down. Jason wanted Danny to be a good man. Wanting didn't make it so. He couldn't get lazy with wariness now.

God though, with Danny's current size Jason felt fucking small. Jason hadn't felt small in years. Because Jason wasn't small; he was two-hundred and eighty pounds and six foot one inch. Yeah, Jason wasn't small. But Danny's huge hands on his hips, and having to look up now to see Danny's face, and something even more, an incomprehensible presence that hadn't been pressing on him before. Jason knew it was Danny. He didn't know how, which he didn't like one bit, but the pressure changing and static crackling along his skin and raising his body hair was all Danny. Jason stared at the squirming genitals in Danny's pants and thought 'fuck it.' He tugged off Danny's pants and boxers easily, Danny density shifted them —also Danny could fucking density shift apparently— and gazed upon his doom. And maybe Jason was looking forward to it but it was still his doom, dammit.

"That's a tentacle." Jason said stupidly. Because it was very clearly exactly that. It wiggled and curled over itself. It was slick with fluid. It was fucking glowing neon green.

"Is it too much? It's too much." Danny's tentacle like whatever-the-fuck-that-had-been shifted into something boring and human. "Sorry."

"You're a shape shifter." Jason said, overwhelmed with lust from the sudden thought of Danny with every kind of wild cock or cunt Jason could imagine. Being a concubine of a deity was fucking excellent. Ten out of ten. No notes.

"Lil bit. Is that okay?" Danny asked, looking anxious.

"Is it okay." Jason said flatly.

Danny nodded anxiously. Jason grabbed his shoulders and shook him. Danny literally went 'meep'. Jason's cute aggression was approaching dangerous levels.

"Did you seriously just tell me I can fuck any wild ass kinky cock I want and ask me if it's okay?! What is wrong with- Yes! Yes you goddamn walnut, it's okay!" Jason snapped, he wanted to slap him too but didn't. This was pushing him far enough as is.

"Okay, okay! You don't have to be so mean," Danny whined.

"Mean," Jason said derisively. "You'd fucking cry like a little bitch if I showed you mean."

Danny sulked. Jason grinned victoriously. That wasn't a no. That wasn't a shut up. That wasn't even uncomfortable-and-pretending-it's-fine. Jason braced his forearms on Danny's chest and leaned forward. Danny watched him with wide eyes. They were glowing green now. His black and white hair in his other form was now pure snow white, and it floated as if underwater.

"Did you like that?" Jason growled. Danny looked faintly panicked and confused. "Bitch. Did you like hearing me call you my bitch."

Danny made a confused noise of alarm and stuttered out and embarrassed "I? I don't? Know?"

Jason chuckled. He wanted to push, to really rub Danny's nose in it. He didn't. He said instead, "If you don't like what I call you, tell me."

Danny nodded his head rapidly in agreement. Good enough.

Jason grabbed Danny's shaft and stroked. Damn. This cock was big. Danny groaned and arched into Jason's touch. Jason smirked with extreme rakishness. Jason could deal; he was already prepped.

"You're good, my King. This is a good cock." Jason let his smirk fall into a smile as he played with Danny's cock. Danny whined and squirmed.

"But I know you can do better. Can't you, my King?"

Danny whined again and looked so fucking lost. God. Fuck. That was so hot. Jason was generous. He shifted to sit on Danny's thigh, giving Danny an unobstructed view of Jason's hand on his cock. Jason ran his thumb just below the head and commanded, "Ridge. Make me one, right here."

Danny mewled and looked concerned but did actually obey. God. God that was such a rush, having someone so goddamn powerful follow his commands with zero questioning. Jason's ass clenched on the plug and he exhaled quietly. This wasn't. About. Jason.

"Good boy, another," Jason said, sliding his hand lower and tracing where he wanted the next ridge. Jason did this five more times. Each time Danny obeyed so fucking well. Finally satisfied, Jason turned Danny's cock this way and that, admiring the ridges and how very not human it made him look.

Danny whimpered and squirmed as Jason teased him.

"Hush. I'm appreciating your hard work." Jason said, soft and sweet. He squeezed Danny's shaft when he said 'hard'. Danny shuddered and gasped. He very obediently hushed. Okay. Fuck. This was gonna be a problem. Jason wanted rough and hard and begging and tears. Danny needed soft and gentle and guiding and praise. If he got too into making Danny (his literal king and literally a god, fuck that was so hot) obey him he risked slipping into more natural responses. Maybe getting bred would be a good thing after all. There was no way he could give orders while getting stretched and filled and bred like some beast. No risk then of Jason getting too frisky and pushing Danny too far.

Danny did not get on with breeding him though. He looked up at Jason and just... looked. Looked all soft and amazed and like Jason really was the only thing in existence that Danny had eyes for. Jason's breath hitched and he swallowed. Was he going to need to lead Danny through the fucking scene? Yeah, actually, he probably was going to have to lead Danny in everything. It turned out, like most things, the idea of a fresh untrained pet was much more fun than the actual reality.

"What, uh, what were we doing again?" Danny asked quickly, eyes darting to and fro and landing no where.

"Broadly? Getting you to actually relax. Specifically, you were eating up my cum like a good little... pet." Jason was pretty sure Danny would not be turned on if he called him a cum dump or cum guzzling little whore, or even just slut. Bitch wasn't out of the question but he wasn't going to push now. Next time though, maybe he could get Danny to accept it.

"Oh, uh, yeah," Danny said, flushing with fresh embarrassment. God damn how could he be so fucking cute and so fucking infuriating at the same time?

"My King, I want you. I'm ready for you. Please." Jason said with as little frustration and as much pleading as he could manage.

"R-ready?" Danny said, all excited and confused and a bit worried. Jesus Christ on a cracker this was annoying. Jason was done playing around with Danny's wide eyed innocent bullshit. He pulled off his toga, knocking his lily crown askew. He left his stockings, Danny had liked those before. And he left his jewelry. Red-gold chains light but not thin. With rubies and icy blue topaz worked into bracelets, anklets, ear cuffs, arm bands, and necklaces of different lengths. And look, Jason never got to look pretty as Red Hood. He'd probably never get the chance to glam it up like this again. Not and actually expect his partner to genuinely appreciate him like Danny seemed to do. Danny asked a bit desperately, "What d'you want?"

This again? Jason was a simple man. He just needed to fuck and breed, alright? Jesus. Jason stalked up Danny's torso, letting his cock slide along Danny's cool skin. Danny's green irises spread out into the rest of his eye. Jason assumed it was from lust. Jason was a professional; he gave Danny exactly what he asked for. He whispered all the juicy details of his own fucked up fantasy. Close against Danny and speaking so soft and quiet felt about as intimate as intimate could get.

"I am a simple man, Danny. I want to breed you. You're so fucking pathetic, I wanna make you mine just to keep you safe," that was kind of a stretch of reality but Danny was way too naive to pick up on it. Jason actually wanted to slap him around and keep him fed and bred. Alas. Some artistic license was warranted here. Danny would probably run away again and this time throw Jason in the dungeon if he even mentioned that. "I want to finger fuck you stupid. I want you begging me for my cum. I wanna stretch you out on my cock and flood your fucking guts."

Danny didn't get out more than a breathy sound that could generously be interpreted as 'what'.

Goddamn, did thinking of Danny so filthy and used make a pretty picture. Way too pretty. Jason distracted them both with kissing Danny on the mouth, deep and thorough.

With a bit less theater than Jason would prefer he growled out, "I want to wreck you. I want you to beg. I want to fill your hole so full of cum you need my cock in you to keep it all inside. I want you warming my cock and begging for more. I..."

That was way too much, too quick. Jason closed his eyes and inhaled. He counted his breaths until he'd calmed back down enough to ignore all of that mess. Jason opened his eyes and let himself enjoy the slowly darkening marks he'd left on Danny's skin. That'd have to be enough.

"That-" Danny's voice cracked and he coughed. "That is not what I was imagining."

Jason smirked again, a bit more asshole than rakish. But Danny wasn't outright disgusted. And it wasn't a hard no, or even any kind of no at all. Maybe Danny would be amused by him long enough Jason could ask for a reward for being so good. Maybe Jason could teach Danny all about being a good little bitch. Something in Jason's gaze made Danny nervous. That... was probably valid. Jason wasn't very good at looking soft and vulnerable and harmless. And he'd forgotten to even try.

"Oh?" Jason said roughly. Then pretended it'd only been breathy curiosity and asked, "What was my King imagining?"

"I- I don't know! I've never even heard of breeding kinks before this! How am I supposed to known how to do something I've never even heard of?" Danny whined. Jason did not roll his eyes. He was a consummate professional.

"My King. Please, I have given you everything you need to breed me." Jason settled on saying. Just because he accepted the necessity didn't mean he was going to jump in head first.

"I don't-! You have?" Danny said. Despite his now larger size it apparently didn't come with larger sense. Danny shifted and moved Jason onto his lap, thinking. Jason moved so that their cocks were resting against each other. Danny stroked them together in one massive hand and Jason let himself appreciate the attention. It took Danny about three lazy strokes to come to a conclusion.

"Okay. To breed you I need to pretend I can get you pregnant? Yeah? And then I just have to..."

Danny's silence was not actually blushing embarrassment. Jason met his gaze and suddenly ice was slicing along his nerves and darkness tugging at his spine. Electricity sparked and bit at his neck, his head, his lungs. At the scars there (did he still have scarring in his lungs? That might be a problem) Danny's expression was intense. Jason's mouth went dry and he couldn't quite manage to articulate a response.

"Stretch you on my cock and fill you with my cum." Danny said with some strange and seductive inhuman rumble low beneath his words.

"Y-yes," Jason agreed .That was. "Fuck, that's hot."

Danny's smile was self satisfied and vaguely threatening. Jason's cock leaked precum and Danny smirked. Jason took a few seconds to center himself and get back on track. Jason pushed up on his knees, staying on Danny's lap, Danny made a little pout when that moved Jason's cock away from his hand.

"I'm ready, my king." Jason said as coyly as he could manage. It was definitely more on the needy end than the playful end of things.

"Yes." Danny growled. Jason shivered from the unnatural chords plinking off his bones.

Jason raised his leg along Danny's torso. Jason had actual silk hose and garters on. He leaned forward, still moving his leg until Jason was pressed chest flush up against Danny's with his leg between them, extended. Danny could not be more clearly lusting for Jason unless he had a neon sign that said 'red hood's number one simp' floating over his head.

Jason hooked his calf over the back of Danny's neck, moved closer still like he was going to kiss him. Danny leaned in. Jason kissed his cheek, pressed his palms against Danny's chest, quickly swung his other leg up behind Danny's neck, keeping it there, then lowered his other leg.

"Are you sure you don't need to stretch, my King? We're about to be quite busy, you know," Jason purred out.

Danny didn't answer, just watched. Fine. Jason was a professional. He didn't care. Whatever. Jason finished his teasing stretch by bracing both feet on Danny's upper chest, arching out his back. He secured his hand on Danny's thigh and pushed off into a one armed hand stand. His core was on lock, he didn't tremble or shake or wobble at all. Fuck yeah. He let Danny admire how totally awesome he was for a few moments. Then changed base to his other arm before lowering his body down Danny's. Danny's hands were light against his sides, touching but not interfering. When Jason was fully on Danny's lap he pushed up onto his hands and knees.

"Oh my gosh you have a butt plug." Danny observed, sounding shocked.

"All the better to fuck you with, my King." He said playfully, but safe from Danny's sight Jason rolled his eyes so hard they damn near fell out of his head. Jason turned his head and lowered his shoulder enough to look flirty. This absolute fucking dumbass was going to breed him. God, it was going to be so embarrassing. Jason counted two breaths before saying anything. "After all, you're a busy and important man. I'd never even dream of wasting your time with something as tedious as prepping this one's ass to take your Majesty's majesty."

"I... guess..." Danny sounded put out over this.

"Does my body displease you, my King?" Jason asked woefully.

"No! No way! Never!" Danny said fervently. Then, sounding pathetically forlorn, "I just, maybe I could get you ready? Next time?"

"You truly want to?" Jason stayed flirty despite feeling annoyed. Had this idiot ever even had his fingers in anyone's ass before? Jesus. "If that is what my King desires your humble concubine is pleased to provide."

"Yes! Yes, I want to see- I mean, I want-" Danny fumbled around for an explanation. It was fucking embarrassing. Jason was going to die again from the second hand embarrassment. Jason imagined fucking sense into Danny's pretty head. It helped.

"Danny," Jason chuckled warmly, "I can assure you there is nothing you cannot ask of me."

"Ummm...that doesn't sound healthy? You should like, have boundaries, dude." Danny said, frowning. That... that was no kind of high class thought.

"You are my King," Jason said blankly.

Danny's concern, the way he expressed it, Jason was sure now that Danny had somehow not been raised to be royalty or nobility of any kind. And he was raised in a time period that was something like modern Earth.

"So what? I'm everybody's king. You're not special." Danny snarked, then looked horrified. "Oh shit, no, I don't mean that! I mean, I am 'Danny Phantom High King of the Infinite Realms' but you're not special. Fuck. You ARE special! To me!"

Jason burst out laughing. Danny looked annoyed but a lot of his tension left at Jason's amusement. Jason stopped fighting that sense of safety Danny seemed to radiate. Danny wasn't going to torture him or break him for fun. He'd hurt Jason, everyone hurt Jason, but it wouldn't be malicious.

"You are though. And not because of the sex! You'd still be special if we never had sex!"

"We haven't even had sex once." Jason said, frustrated and letting himself show it. There wasn't any reason to hide that now.

"You sure you really want me? You'll be mine. I'm not gonna be able to let you go after..." Danny's expression grew more serious. "I know you said you don't think sex makes you belong, but I do. I don't think I could let someone go once I get that far."

"I'm already yours, though," Jason said. He hadn't expected Danny to let him go literally ever. He already knew he was staying Danny's until his next death.

"Yeah, yeah I get that. I do, here." Danny tapped the side of his head. "But that's only half of me, y'know. The me I usually am." Jason did not fucking know that but cool, sure, Danny was coffee creamer, whatever. Jason didn't care. He was done.

He pushed his ass against Danny and pushed upright while twisting towards him. He kept in as much contact as possible. Chest to chest, or, well, Jason's face to Danny's chest. Jason relaxed fully into Danny for a second and a half then pushed away from Danny and sauntered over to Danny's fuck off huge table. Danny followed him after another two seconds, like a confused little bitch. Or pitiful lost pet.

Jason raised his leg and braced his foot on the table's surface then reached around to wiggle out the plug. Danny made a ridiculous noise and watched him with awe. There was something wrong with Danny. There was literally zero way that had been sexy, it was pulling out a fucking anal plug. Whatever.

"What," Danny's voice cracked, he coughed, he said, "What are we doing?"

"I thought you wanted to finger fuck me?" Jason said, raising his eyebrow and tilting his head. Danny nodded, looking hopeful.

"Yeah, you're gonna let me? Next time?" Danny asked hopefully. Jason allowed himself to give Danny an unimpressed stare. Danny fidgeted. Jason rolled his eyes. There was nothing important on the table right here, he hopped up on the table and got on his hands and knees.

"No, not next time. Now, you fucking Dork-us." Jason said, dropping his head and looking under him to see Danny. Or Danny's cock and torso. Jason swallowed. Fuck, that cock was big.

"Wait, really?!" Danny asked, like he was expecting Jason to say 'psych' and take it back.

" 'Really' " Jason mocked. "Can't fucking believe you. You're actually fucking surprised at getting what you asked for. Fucking. Yes!"

This man. This fucking man.

"Okay, okay, jeez, why are you so mean?" Danny whined. Like a bitch. Because that's what he was. A bitch.

"Oh, you want mean? I'll show you mean, just ask for it." Jason said with a growl.

"Uh, no. No I will not." Danny said apparently finally done looking with his eyes and moved on to looking with his hands.

Danny's hands on his back and ass were cool. Like he'd just broken out of a giant freezing ice crystal. He moved close enough Jason decided he did not want to watch that cock fit inside him. He stopped staring behind himself and looked up. Danny ran his hands over Jason's skin. Jason made a frustrated growl and shook his ass.

"You're so impatient." Danny said, as if it were hilarious. Danny teased his hole, touching him lightly. Jason exhaled and focused on his heart-rate.

"It has been fifty six hours since I was promised sex! Of fucking course I'm impatient!"

"Promised?"

"Danny," Jason said his name like a curse. "Concubines have sex! I've been waiting for you to fuck me since the day I got here! And don't fucking apologize for whatever stupid thought you just had you goddamn acorn! If you-!"

Jason gasped. Danny pressed one large, cool finger inside. Finally! Danny pushed in slowly and pulled out slower.

"My. King. The entire fucking point of the plug was to be lubed up enough to fuck." Jason complained.

Danny hummed in thought and teased around his hole before pressing two fingers in. Jason groaned in satisfaction. Fuck. The coldness was weird but it wasn't cold enough to freeze so Jason ignored it. Danny was still being all slow and lazy. It was maddening.

"What's with the rush? We literally have all night." Danny said, not speeding up in any way.

Jason groaned, in frustration not pleasure. He said, "That was an annoyed noise. Not a happy noise."

Danny laughed. Jason sighed and did not sulk. He was the mother fucking Red Hood. Red Hood does not sulk.

"You're so cute, Red." Danny said.

Jason glared over his shoulder. Danny found his prostate and Jason gasped. Danny looked excited and did it again. Jason moaned.

"Yeah?" Danny asked with excitement.

"Yeah, fuck. That's it." Jason agreed, he rocked his hips. Danny grabbed his hip and held him still. Jason squirmed then huffed. "Fuck you."

"I do believe I'm gonna fuck you, yeah," Danny said, voice teasing lightly but something rumbling and threatening and dark underneath. Something icy that wasn't actually there thrilled him. Like it was teasing his soul.

"Finally," Jason gasped. Danny was finally actually finger fucking him. "Yes, fuck, yes."

Jason whined in pleasure. And again. Danny might have started out knowing nothing but he was a quick learner. He had Jason whining and gasping with zero acting now. Jason was ready, so ready to come again. He had at least three more in him. He was well rested and well fed and nursing no fractures or strains.

"Danny, I'm gonna," Jason gasped. Danny's fingers slowed.

"Wait." Danny told him.

Jason keened. "Please!"

Danny turned him over, his back against the table and aching cock bared to his gaze. Oh. Danny wanted to watch. Jason looked up at Danny and whimpered, begged, "Please."

Danny stared at him; his pupils lost in the lime green glow. Jason held his tongue. That wasn't lust on his face. The metaphysical ice wrapping his soul started sliding away.

"I don't... don't beg. No begging." Danny said. Jason panted and blinked up at him. Begging was hot. But not to Danny, apparently.

"No begging." Jason repeated. That was going to be difficult. Begging was something all his partners had wanted from Jason. That didn't matter, they didn't matter. Danny didn't want Jason to beg so Jason wouldn't beg.

"Okay." Danny said. Slowly, the ice slid back around his self. Danny started moving his fingers again. It took him a few tries with the position change but he found Jasons' prostate fast.

Jason gasped and arched into his touch. No begging. He could do this. Jason very definitely felt 'yes' about the entire situation. He could feel Danny's stare and that was also good. Instead of pleading, he turned his head to the side, eyes closed and said, "Yes."

Danny didn't speed back up to that delicious pace that had gotten Jason so close. Jason whined but didn't speak. He'd wanted to give Danny more than this. He'd wanted to get his mouth on Danny's ridged cock and see how much he could choke down. But now he was losing himself in the sensations of Danny finger fucking him. He'd allowed this, and it felt good, and he needed to let Danny know. No hiding just how much he liked taking. Not when that safety sunk so deeply into him the very idea of Danny being dangerous to Jason was barely comprehensible.

"Good, Danny. Fuck." Jason moaned. Jason opened his eyes, shadows were squirming and fine ice crystals sparkled in the air like stars.

"Danny," Jason groaned. Danny sped up. Jason made as strangled sound trying to choke back a sob. Begging was easy. He couldn't beg. He said, "M gonna...wanna feel you first. Danny!"

The sound Danny made was inhuman and creaking and deep. Static hissed and popped, he said, "Fuck. Okay. Okay, I'm, fuck."

He also pulled his fingers out, hands shaking until he rested them on Jason, one hand spreading his cheeks and held him open. The other brushed over his cock, pet at his balls. Moved away and moments later the head of Danny's cock teased against Jason's hole. He didn't press inside and Jason keened, so desperate to be filled he damn near came when finally, finally Danny gave him his cock. So fucking big. And cold. And the ridges were fucking exquisite. Jason kept himself in check. Now was not the time to cum, no matter how very very good it would feel.

Danny gasped 'Red' and something charged and dark writhed across Jason's skin. Jason expected Danny to fuck him in earnest now. He was so clearly past reason and deep in lust. But he stayed slow. So damned fucking slow. Don't get Jason wrong, slow could be fun. But Danny was supposedly trying to breed Jason and Jason had gone and imagined it and gotten himself all ready for it and kind of really wanted it. Jason needed to make Danny forget Jason was soft and squishy and pound Jason with this yummy cock until his brain turned off.

"Danny, Danny, my King." Danny was not doing that. There might not be any finesse to it but Jason wanted his head empty and ass full and if it worked it worked. Sounding like he found it unbearably hot, he said, "Danny, do you want to see other people fuck me?"

"You're mine, Red-

MINE

Danny snarled, figurative ice sliced over Jason's nerves and liquid shadow dripped into his skin. Words too heavy for sound echoed in his bones, his brain, reverberated in his soul.

mine not theirs
mine only mine

Jason trembled. Danny was giving him exactly what he'd wanted. Jason whined and howled and gasped 'good' and 'yes' and 'so fucking good'. Danny did not stop, he didn't even slow down. Jason's scars ached then tingled and iced over and something barely comprehensible anchored itself into Jason's lungs, his throat, his skull. Danny was the king of death. Jason had been Danny's thrice over, before they'd ever met. No wonder Jason had altered the spell so easily that day. He probably only needed to use his blood.

The shadows moved like living ink, the room was cold enough that not only was Jason's breath misting, his skin was steaming. The two hands on his hips didn't move or change, they were still comfortingly big and almost human. Another hand, still Danny's, but inhuman —hard bone and thin fingered and sharp clawed— dragged over his back. Grabbed his shoulder. Split itself into three. Now more unnatural clawed hands ran over his body. One hand grabbed him by the hair, another two held onto his shoulders. Clawed fingers wrapped around his throat, sharp claws teased along his belly.

'Yours' and 'yes' and 'God' and 'Danny' Jason gasped, when he made words at all.

Danny groaned, the unsettling sound of icebergs cracking. What little light left was shoved aside in jagged chunks by wings-that-weren't-but-were. The not-wings shook loose and spread wide; the darkness was absolute. More darkness than existence could hold. Sparkling tendrils of something (of Danny) snaked around his arms, his legs, in his skin, wove through his fucking rib cage.

mine

The word wasn't language. It was massive jaws snapping shut over Jason's self. It was needle sharp teeth sinking into his very being. It was something cold and inexorable prying open his skull and freezing his brain and driving into his soul. It was the ice in his body flooding his soul and self and flesh like spring melt rushing down to the sea.

mine

There was no room for doubt. No space left for any future where Jason was tossed aside. Jason was Danny's. Jason would always be Danny's. He sobbed out broken agreement and tendrils of sparkling darkness filled his mouth, writhing down his throat.

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Danny howled, there was no language. Before, the sounds had been harsh and sharp. This now was sweet. Not soft, not quiet, but tender. Ice flooded his guts, filling him and filling him and kept filling him up even though his guts were so fucking full. When there was no room left for more in his ass sweet metaphysical ice pressed into his soul. Ice in his body, ice in his, ice in muscle, blood, his Goddamn bones. Jason was found. Seen. Wanted.

mine

The truth of Danny's eldritch nature permeated Jason. Danny was something bigger, more massive than all the galaxies in the universe. Danny was every universe. Jason could only exist. Exist and feel. Feel exactly what he'd described to Danny before he'd begun. Furious, animal sex with a single minded purpose: the goal of claiming Jason, of making Jason belong. Jason sobbed out wordless animal pleasure. Danny was barely comprehensible as a physical entity. Dancing over all of Jason's... everything was a light show more incredible than the Aurora Borealis. The sparkling flecks and ribbons of light danced over Jason's hair and skin, slid into the seams of his senses like an oil slick. Flashed and sparked from his mouth. Maybe if Jason was anyone else, had seen anything less, he'd be driven mad with the sudden comprehension of just how utterly incomprehensible Danny was. But Jason had fought things just as uncanny as Danny was now. And those assholes were ended or banished. Jason wasn't going to let his body's stupid reaction to knowing unknowable entities stop him now that he actually fucking belonged.

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mine
not theirs

He gave himself to Danny wholly. The ectoplasm that had been slapped between his soul and body to stick them wholly back together like earth's most terrifying super glue was more ectoplasm than most living ever encountered. His ectoplasm resonated with his king's.

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put a baby in you

Danny hadn't had thought the ghostly version of the birds and the bees would be relevant. He barely had time for his closest fraid as it was, adding a partner to the mix had never been seriously considered. Wistfully yearned for sometimes. Lamented others. But Danny had not a single clue his will was powerful enough to nurture willing ectoplasm into Unlife. Neither of them had any inkling of an idea Jason had any level of ectoplasm in him at all. He was wholly alive. Neither of them had any inkling of an idea that this was a possibility.

Jason was very, very willing to be bred. Danny was very, very willing to breed. So. Jason got himself pregnant by being very, very horny. As one does. He just went about it in the least logical and most fucked up way possible. As Jason does. Ghosts have very very long carry times, they wouldn't realize what had happened for a while yet. But whether or not they knew, Danny had indeed put a baby in Jason. Jason hadn't expected his stupid, transparent ploy to work this well. He was so thoroughly getting fucked he coudl hardly process it. He was, literally, getting fucked senseless. It was incredible.

Jason floated between moments soaking in safety and bliss. This was his life now. Brainless fuck toy for something beyond comprehension. Cherished concubine to a painfully earnest and caring king. He came back to himself in fits and starts, with no drive to shake off the chilly haze of cherished blissful safety. He had no idea how long they existed like that. It was forever and eternity, it was a minute and no time at all.

Jason opened his eyes. He was still full. Cold comfort held him close and rumbled soothingly. Jason contemplated the effort needed to lift his head up and look around. Jason closed his eyes.

"I'm... cherished" Jason said. More noting an observable fact than considering the implications. The last time he remembered being cherished he hadn't yet lived on the streets.

"Yes, of course, Red," Danny murmured almost absently. Was Jason still warming his cock? Or was he cuddled up with a plug keeping him full? It was hard to tell. His body was a fizzy hazy idea of matter given form. He certainly felt full. More full than it was possible for a body to feel. Full deep into his soul. Full with an ice that was paradoxically warming.

"Kay," Jason said. It felt like his heart was light years away from his brain, his brain an entire galaxy away from his nerves. It felt like space itself had sunk into him and pulled him apart. He wasn't entirely sure it wasn't literal, but he wasn't worried. The way he felt, he was...

"Safe." Jason announced the next time he checked back into his body.

"Yes," Danny said with a kind of finality. Jason was safe. There could be no other outcome.

Jason sighed blissfully. He was cherished. He was safe. He was Danny's.

"I get it now." Jason mumbled. Something metaphysical slid through Jason's guts. Danny made a wordless curious sound and something comforting caressed through his hair and down his vertebrae. "Being yours is being yours. You weren't being recursive."

"I can't even write in cursive," Danny responded.

"You're literally the worst," Jason lied. He was smiling and could not possibly sound anything other than thoroughly wrecked. But he'd said it with fondness. Something slick, many slick somethings, curled through his muscles, pet through his marrow.

Danny snorted and Jason giggled. But then the fuzzy, fizzy not-there sensations pulled back. His body was again whole and together and his. Jason blinked open his eyes, confused at the loss and wanting it back. Danny spoke, "Boo? You're crying? What's wrong?"

"Wrong? Nothing. I'm..." Jason trailed off. Danny pressed his hand to Jason's face and turned him to look at Danny. Danny was small and warm again, Jason couldn't remember that happening. Danny was worried. Why? Oh, right. Tears were running down Jason's cheeks. "Don't worry, Sweetheart. I'm not sad. I'm..."

Jason didn't know right away what he was. He frowned in thought and considered this. Had he ever felt like this? Maybe... maybe when he'd been young. Real, real young. Before he understood Gotham and what hid in her shadows.

Danny pet Jason's hair and looked anxious. Jason didn't like that. He felt nice, not bad. It had been so long since he'd felt like this. But it wasn't the same. It was so very different from his mother's hugs and father's affectionate head pats but also still the same. Jason nuzzled against Danny's palm and smiled at Danny.

"I'm happy."

"Oh," Danny said quietly. Human sized and human warm fingers brushed over Jason's cheeks. "Jazz always says crying is for everything. It's like, our bodies safety check valve."

Jason hummed. He wanted Danny to keep talking.

"Jazz is my big sister. She basically raised me. She wants to be a neuroscientist but she's like, a mega over achiever and read up on like all the child psychology books growing up. Tried to give me a normal child hood." Danny said, smiling but sad. Jason nuzzled against his palm. He wanted to give him a hug but wasn't entirely sure he wouldn't wind up flailing his hand into Danny's face or dick or something. Jason went 'hn' instead of 'hmm' and briefly contemplated death. But Danny obviously didn't know that Jason was mortified, much less why. Danny moved his hand to pet through Jason's hair and he sighed, "Kinda hard to be normal anything when your parents are the local ghost obsessed crazies."

"Or a billionaire crime fighter." Jason mumbled.

"Freaking fruit loops," Danny said with an annoyed huff.

Jason laughed. "Fruit loop? Yeah. Guess you could call the old man a fruit loop."

Danny hummed and Jason pulled him down and held him close. Danny flustered but let himself be cuddled. If Jason could purr he was sure he'd be purring. This right now was everything he'd never expected to get. Being safe and cherished and wanted.

"You make me so happy," Jason said. How could he have ever imagined Danny was capable of torturing him? It had been logical, given what he knew of people in power and entities more powerful than humans. But it was wrong. "And safe. Haven't felt safe like this... maybe ever."

Danny rumbled something inhuman and ice slid through his nerves. Jason shivered. Danny said, "I will always keep you safe, Red."

"Jason," Jason said. "My name 's actually Jason."

"Jason," Danny said reverently. Jason didn't know what to do with that. No one had ever said his name like that before. Danny asked, "Do you want me to use that? When we're together?"

"When we're fucking." Jason said, almost entirely to watch Danny squirm. Which he did. It was adorable.

"Ancients. You are so horny," Danny grumbled, then louder, "No. I mean, yes, I'll use it then, but when also it's just us. I mean, do you like Jason or Red better?"

"Mmm, hearing you say my name is good, Danny. Just you, just us, though." Jason said, giving Danny a bit of a break from teasing.

"Okay. Right. Um, Jason," Danny said, stumbling over the words.

"Fuck me you're so fucking cute," Jason sighed. Danny made a strangled little sound, which was also cute.

"We literally just fucked! You're human! You need to eat!"

"You don't know that, maybe humans only need one meal a day." Jason huffed back, entirely to be contrary.

"I absolutely know that you horn dog. I'm half human."

"Right, you're coffee creamer," Jason muttered. Danny pushed away from Jason's chest, Jason did not pout.

"I'm what?" Danny was confused. Jason kissed him. Danny kissed him back and pressed against him. Then broke it off and shook his head, "Nuh-uh. Stop that. You're distracting me."

"You're so mean," Jason whined playfully. Then answered, "Y'know, half and half. Coffee creamer."

"... I have not once thought about it that way and hate that you're right." Danny said with a groan.

"I'm always right," Jason said smugly.

"Sure Jan," Danny said with a disbelieving snort.

"I fucking knew you're from the twenty-first century." Jason declared.

"Oh my Ancients, I was born in the nineties thank you very much," Danny said, laughing.

"That's last century," Jason said, grinning too much to sound suitably serious.

"I'm twenty-one!" Danny answered, also laughing.

"Damn, fucking cradle robber. I'm twenty," Jason laughed along with Danny. How had he ever convinced himself Danny was dangerous? To Jason. Because he very much was dangerous, but so was Jason. And Danny didn't even know Jason had killed unknowable assholes before. Though Danny hadn't actually killed anyone at the summoning, had he?

Jason's thoughts were knocked aside by Danny tickling him. He shrieked and they rolled off the... divan. Shit, they'd been on the divan, not table. Okay, that's fine. Jason just apparently passed the fuck out and didn't notice. Jason couldn't keep the thread of anxiety. Not with Danny being utterly ridiculous and having a fucking tickle fight with him. And the spiritual sensations Jason now welcomed. A soft blanket of snowy safety wrapped around his self. The new kernel of ice nestled with the old seed of the Acres of All. Jason was Danny's. Danny wanted him. It was something impossible. No one wanted Jason. He was trash.

"I'm" —a breathless laugh, "I'm yours."

Danny made a happy little sound and pulled Jason into a hug. He said, so believable and earnest, "Always."

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The door was kicked off its hinges and Jason was moving on brutally trained instinct, shoving Danny behind him, grabbing the nearest improvised throwing daggers and letting fly. They were blocked. By a small and very angry human (looking) woman.

"What the fuck?!" she shrieked.

"What the fuck yourself? Back the fuck off or you'll get more," Jason growled.

"Sam!" Danny shouted, he phased through Jason. It wasn't a bad feeling. Very weird though. "What did you expect? Kicking down the freaking door like you're about to throw down?"

"I didn't expect- Oh my ancients where are your clothes Danny?!" Sam started out just as aggressive as before but finished with her back to them and ears and neck flushed red.

"Um," Danny said, also blushing.

"Probably still by the table," Jason offered. He moved out of his ready stance but still stayed between Danny and Sam. "Unless the servants already cleaned up."

"No, no, no! No servants here," Danny laughed nervously.

"Good! You better not be exploiting people and forcing them into demeaning jobs just for your convenience." Sam declared.

"Oh, so cutting their jobs and letting them go off and find work somewhere else is going to help them? You think its easy to get a job when the fucking King fires you?" Jason said, incredulous. "This isn't fucking America. Which, I don't know if that's better or worse. Are there even any safety nets in place for anyone here? American social safety nets are shit but they sometimes actually exist. But again! Who the fuck hires someone the King decided wasn't good enough?!"

Danny was looking at him with alarm. It was because he was making himself more of a target than Danny. But why was that cause for alarm? Was he worried about a shitty first impression or worried about something worse?

Sam spun around, spitting mad, saw Jason —who was still naked and only slightly cleaner than when he'd passed out— anger turned to embarrassment and back she spun to face the doorway. Jason grinned, sharp and smug.

"Maybe, if you actually want to help people, you should fucking listen to them. I seriously doubt any of the poor shmucks were happy to be 'let go'. I'm kinda surprised I have servants, if this is the royal policy. You gonna fire Frills and Gildan, too? Fuck them over and leave them jobless, homeless and starving while patting yourself on the back for being so progressive?" Jason sneered.

"I am helping them have equality!" Sam shouted, stomping her foot. Danny was getting more anxious the longer Jason verbally fenced with Sam and that was literally the opposite of what Jason should be doing. Sam almost certainly knew Danny either closely or for a long time or both. He forced himself to calm down. Sam was apparently no immediate threat.

"Equality to be fucked over," Jason huffed. He did his best to keep the bite out of it. He was probably not very successful because actually Sam reminded him of Bruce and that set him on edge. What had Danny called Bruce? Jason grinned, then said with dripping disdain, "You sound like a fruit loop."

"What do you know about fruit loops? Why are you even here?! Danny, who is this?!" Sam demanded.

Jason pressed his hand against Danny's now clothed shoulder and gestured with his head and free hand, they didn't need to put up with this. Even if she had something Danny needed to hear this wasn't the way to share it. Danny looked between them. Jason said quietly, "Maybe we should move this somewhere else? She's already busted down the door."

"What are you muttering over there? Stop it! Didn't your mother ever tell you excluding people from conversations is rude?" Sam snarled. Jason glared at her. He couldn't instigate. He didn't have the political power here. He didn't need his fists to fight.

"My egg donor had a smoke and watched me get beat to death. Try again," Jason said in his best politely contrite gala voice. Like hell was he going to mention his Mother to this catty little shit. That would be much too infuriating to deal with.

Sam made a deeply displeased and still angry noise. Danny wasn't looking his way but he was no longer relaxed. Ah, hell, Jason should've kept his mouth shut and be all polite and shit. He was supposed to be playing the part of 'Red' not Jason Todd, not even Red Hood.

"Get dressed!" Sam said, stomping her foot.

"No. Even if that was an order you don't own me." Jason said, looking at his nails in obvious disregard for Sam.

"No one owns you!" Danny interjected firmly.

"But what if I want you to?" Jason said, pouting at Danny.

Danny flustered and blushed and Jason grinned. He was so easy to rile up.

"No owning people! What the fuck!"

"Fuck off. You aren't part of this conversation." Jason drawled, slow enough to be infuriating. He leaned against the table, no longer immediately behind Danny.

"I most certainly am! Slavery is wrong! What is wrong with you?!" Sam shrieked. Jason exhaled through his nose. Riling her up would be even easier than riling up Danny. But that wasn't the kind of fun Jason wanted to be having.

"How much time you got... Doll?" Jason said, Danny scrubbed his hands down his face and groaned dramatically. Jason grinned his most bastardly and asshole-ish grin.

Around Sam turned, beyond livid and possibly about to explode. Fuck if Jason knew how people worked in this place, maybe she would. She locked eyes with him and struck a pose, ready to tear into him. She, however, did not keep her eyes locked on his. She froze, squeaked, closed her eyes and pointed in his general vicinity. "You're an asshole!"

Jason laughed. Danny relaxed. Jason reached for him and he leaned over before remembering Jason was not clean and scrunched up his nose adorably at the squelch. Jason hid his face against Danny's neck and tried to control his laughter.

"You are!" Sam shouted. She was getting pretty steamed. Jason wrangled his amusement into silence. There was teasing like an asshole and then there was being a fucking prick. He was supposed to be on his best behavior. Except it was hard to genuinely worry about his safety with Danny here. There would be no sudden tests of situational awareness, no instructors caning or whipping his contrary sass out of him. As if that ever actually worked.

"Your fucking face," Jason wheezed out as he calmed down.

Danny giggled.

"Danny!" Sam stomped her foot and made a loud wordless noise of frustration.

Danny's giggling only grew louder.

"Sorry, not sorry. Maybe don't introduce yourself with some B and E next time," Jason said, finally pulling his face away from Danny and looking back over at Sam.

"I wasn't expecting some random asshole to be here!" Sam snapped. She was no longer shouting, just mad.

"That makes two of us then," Jason said, petting his hand through Danny's hair absently. It wasn't like he was all that much cleaner than Jason anyway. He was just getting his clothes dirty for no reason.

"Ugh! Whatever! Danny, I need your approval for changing those useless private sculpture gardens into a plant sanctuary for native plants." Sam declared. Jason was all about the ecosystem being a functional non-poisonous mess. But getting rid of gardens? Was she just fucking bored?

"What are the native plants like here?" Jason asked. Look at him, being all mature and not immediately starting shit just because he was irritable.

"They like to bite," Danny grumbled.

"They're sweet little babies, Danny," Sam said scandalized. Jason made a very firm promise to himself to never let Sam and Ivy meet up. Because yeah, no, Jason absolutely believed Danny. These plants bit.

"And what's so offensive about the gardens that all those non-native plants have to die to make space for the natives?" Jason wondered. Seemed a lot a bit nonsensical to Jason.

"I don't want them dead! I want them in their homes! They don't belong in this region of the zone and aren't food! It's stressful! And they're not really gardens anyways! It's just a bunch of stupid art!" Sam cried out.

"They're ghost plants Sam. They're already dead," Danny said, sighing.

"Deader then! I just want to make things right for those that can't speak up!" Sam insisted.

"Why? Because they can't tell you they want something you don't want them to want?" Jason said, he didn't sneer it. He just. He hated that kind of attitude. It didn't matter how earnest or willing to help someone was if they refused to listen to the people that they allegedly wanted to help. Jason got it all the time. Tear down the filthy slums and put up something that makes the assholes with money feel good about themselves. A mall, a carpark, new apartments that weren't rent controlled. Literally anything to exterminate the users, sex workers, and dirty little children that dared make their betters feel mildly uncomfortable for existing. Jason exhaled. Sam was not the Gotham elite. Sam was not Bruce. Sam was almost definitely Danny's friend. Danny, who was both a being so powerful comprehending him was... fuck it was something else. But also he was a twenty one year old major dork.

"No! Never!" Sam insisted. Jason bit his tongue to hold back his antagonism. He needed to get along with Sam. Or at least not immediately start a fight whenever she showed up. She was just a stupid barely adult. Like Danny, or Tim. As desperately as he wanted to fight that wouldn't help. If she was actually willing to listen then she could do genuine good being a friend of a king.

"You sound like a fruit loop right now. You want to tear down something that's almost definitely a significant cultural landmark that may or may not be at least a century old, if not more. It's a royal gardens. There's history there. And what about the gardeners and groundskeepers? What are they going to do? You don't garden and keep the royal gardens because its just a job. You do that shit because its your passion, it's your reason for being; making dumb hedge mazes and prize winning roses." Jason cut himself off. That reminded him of Alfie and that was such a complicated tangled mess of everything. Jason didn't want to think about the man. He loved him, but he'd done nothing to get Bruce to stop being a fucking asshole when Jason had been just a stupid kid.

"No, I..." Sam looked fucking shook. That was a hell of an odd response. Jason had expected some blustering to save face, maybe some catty bullshit. Not looking like she'd just found a countdown timer in Gotham. Sam left. Jason stared after her, absolutely lost.

"What the fuck did I say?" Jason finally asked.

"... Ah, right. Um, well, you're right. That's probably their thing, making fancy gardens. Sam just. She means well, y'know, she's really passionate about making things better. But..." Danny sighed, "she's still human. She doesn't just instinctively think about things like that."

"Right." Jason said, then, because he'd never learn anything if he never asked, "I still don't know what, exactly, I said that made her look like she just got fear gassed."

"Fear gas is a thing?" Danny wondered, deeply disturbed.

"Only in Gotham," Jason said dismissively. He teased his fingers along the back of Danny's neck. Danny leaned into his touch like an overgrown cat. Jason licked his lips and let himself appreciate just how deliciously debauched Danny looked right now.

"Huh. Well. That's terrifying. But what you said, its how ghosts talk about our things. The, ah, reasons we're here. Its just something humans don't get, usually. They call them obsessions, but its not really right. It's just. What makes everything worth staying around for," Danny explained.

"Oh." Jason said, considering this. He felt himself smirking. He asked, "You didn't actually let any of the servants go, did you?"

"Um, no comment," Danny said with an awkward little laugh.

"You, my liege, are a little shit." Jason chuckled and leaned down to kiss him. Danny huffed at his teasing but kissed him right back. Jason deepened the kiss and Danny made a soft little sound that Jason would probably never get tired of. Fuck. Jason felt so fucking safe. And happy. Jason was actually grateful for his tupid mortal body and his inability to fully process the all sight. If he hadn't fucked with the sealing spells, Danny wouldn't have been able to toss Klarion to wherever the fuck he was now. And if he'd had time to figure out what everything said, he'd never have done something so totally idiotic.

Jason kept the kiss slow, languid. There was no rush now. Jason knew down to his soul that Danny would be here for him. Always. Jason wasn't sure he could ever explain just how fucking grateful he was to Danny. Just how much it meant to him, being wanted like this.

"Wanna use my mouth on you," Jason said, letting his voice stay rough. He moved his mouth to Dannys throat, kissing sweetly the marks he'd left there.

"You are though?" Danny mumbled. Jason chuckled.

""If this is the only thing you want my mouth doing I am more than happy to provide. But I was thinking about something a little more..." Jason trailed off, held Danny in place and ground against him. He was barely half hard but he wasn't soft. Danny squeaked then giggled. Jason groaned. "You're so fucking cute I'm gonna start breaking things, Jesus."

Danny giggled yet again. Jason scraped his teeth along his throat and Danny shuddered and gasped. Jason licked little kitten licks back over the path and Danny made breathy little noises. He was so fucking reactive. He was so fucking soft and sweet and precious. Lust curled through Jason's belly. Cold cum leaked out of him, slid slowly down his leg. Danny had been many limbed and be-winged and be-tentacled and somehow still so sweet when he'd rode Jason hard and filled him up so full. The incredible fizzing buzzing stretched like taffy sensation was still gone but Jason was getting harder just remembering how thoroughly Danny had claimed him.

"Seriously though. Wanna get my mouth on you, make you feel so good." Jason insisted. Danny made a groaning laugh. Jason focused on licking the sticky fluid from Danny's cheek. It tasted cold more than felt cold. Which was nothing close to the weirdest thing Jason had ever tasted. It was sour, under the cold. Jason wasn't entirely sure it was Danny's spunk, he'd been too out of it to figure out if his unreal form made fluids from anywhere besides his cock.

"Oh," Danny gasped as Jason found his earlobe and sucked. After a few moments Danny asked, unsure, "Ah, like... like this?"

"Like whatever you want, Sweetheart. I wanna make you feel good." Jason said reassuringly.

"I can't fucking believe you. You are making me feel good." Danny laughed.

"I want to make you feel better, then. I want to put my mouth on you. I want to eat your ass, choke on your cock. I wanna drown in your juices," Jason murmured against Danny's ear.

"Oh, oh fuck. You're, fuck." Danny gasped, whatever he meant to convey it was just excited nonsense. Jason chuckled lowly.

"Yeah, Sweetheart. Fuck. I fuck you. Only you." Jason purred. As good as being bred so fiercely had been, now that he knew he was Danny's forever he felt just a smidge bad about pretending he wanted anyone else. Danny phased out of his clothes and once again was naked and cold and big enough to wrap Jason up in his so strong arms and already his sinuses and lungs were tingling. It was instinctively terrifying and oh so thrilling. Jason breathed him in, welcomed his power and the cold-warm snowy pressure of safety. Jason groaned and pushed Danny, wanting him laying down. His cock was fucking massive, Jason was going to need to take him in like a sword. Straight down and very, very carefully. Danny's awkward little half step back, his confused worry. Fuck, right, Jason had to use his fucking words. "On your back."

Danny laid back in the air, floating. He was so sweetly easy as anything. Jason swallowed, licked his lips. Fuck. Even after being fucked senseless by this man he still wanted Danny's sweet and easy obedience. Couldn't his stupid body make up its mind? Did he want to give or take? It shouldn't be that fucking hard of a question to answer.

"Good boy," Jason praised. Danny's half hard cock twitched and filled out further. Jesus he was so easy. "Fuck, you're gorgeous."

"No, you," Danny responded. Jason snorted then leaned over Danny, took his cock in hand and licked up the shaft. Jason was ready for the cold against his tongue and immensely relieved his tongue didn't freeze in place. That would be fucking embarrassing. Danny moaned, "Oh fuck, Jason."

God, that sounded so good. Danny should say his name like that forever. Jason hummed as he licked back down. He licked up and down Danny's shaft and almost but not quite ran his tongue over the head with each pass. Sweet vengeance, teasing Danny like he'd teased Jason. Danny squirmed and gasped and was just the fucking best. Jason could be merciful. He didn't tease for long, despite Danny totally deserving it. Jason was half hard from anticipation alone. Or maybe anticipation and Danny's beautiful responsiveness. Whyever didn't matter, he was hard and wanted Danny's cock down his throat.

Jason leaned back to admire Danny. His eyes were again solidly green. His blood like this must be green, because his cock was now fully erect and glowing green instead of the faint icy glow all of him had in this form. And along his upper chest and cheeks there was a faint green cast to his glow, like a human's flush. Danny's eyes were half closed. Jason locked eyes with him and lapped up his precum. Danny watched him, entranced. His precum was sweet and sour, not salty and bitter.

Danny ran his fingers through Jason's hair, a ridiculous and confusing expression of wonder firmly in place. Jason leaned into the touch. It felt good and Danny was safe. He mouthed at the head and swirled his tongue over it then pulled back. Fuck, this was gonna be some work.

"Is it, um... should I make it smaller? You're gonna be okay?" Danny asked. Fuck him, Jason could take this. He wasn't a coward.

"No way. I'll be fine, this is great," Jason said firmly.

"Are, um, are you sure? It's totally chill. Seriously," Danny said, nervous.

"I don't want you to make it smaller," Jason said, exasperated.

Danny watched him, glowing eyes heavy with emotion. It wasn't a no.

"Your cock looks so fucking yummy. I want it just like this," what the fuck was wrong with him? who fuckin said 'yummy' during sex? Jesus Christ he needed help. He added, "I'm a big boy. I'll even tap out if it gets too much,"

Danny stared at him. For long enough it was awkward, at least it would have been if Jason cared about that. Jason cared about getting his way. And, like, doing his job or something. But this was one of those happy circumstances where Jason's job was also getting what he wanted so it worked out. Or would. Jason put his best effort into looking trustworthy and reliable and like he totally would tap out if the pain got annoying. Or wait, no, normal people didn't think pain was annoying. but before Jason could figure out how to project 'I am very normal about pain and will totally recognize it as more than a mild inconvenience and tell you right away' Danny surrendered. Not immediately in words but Jason read it in his body language. Jason staunchly kept his glee at getting his way on the inside and stayed looking earnest and believable.

"You make it. So hard. To keep you safe " Danny groaned. Jason grinned up at him, already knowing he'd won. "Fine. I won't hurt you."

"You won't hurt me." Jason repeated back.

"Okay," Danny said, exhaling he said again. "Okay." Jason kissed Danny. He was eager and sweet and Jason's chest ached. Ached in a different way than the incredible tingling fuzzing thrum in his head and lungs.

He turned around and got a good look at Danny's cock. He could do this. He was Jason Todd, The Red Hood, and also apparently a fucking prince. Which was absolutely nuts but just proved his point. He could fit this cock down his throat, he was just that good. It was just like sword swallowing. except less likely to cause internal bleeding. but only like a bit, swords didn't usually have minds of their own that could decide to thrust without warning.

"Don't fuck my mouth. Just be still." Jason ordered sternly. A bit more sternly than he'd intended.

"Yeah. Yeah Red. I'm not gonna hurt you." Danny said. Jason didn't bother rolling his eyes; he already knew that. It was like every other sentence out of Danny's mouth. And it wasn't like Jason cared about pain, anyway. Living was hurting and Jason was alive. Jason admired Danny's freaky cock and oxygen loaded his lungs. Precum was gathered enticingly at the tip of Danny's cock. He could do this.

"Um? Everything okay?" Danny asked anxiously.

Jason ignored him.

"Red?" he asked again, still anxious.

"Oxygen loading. Shut up." Jason snapped.

"Well excuse me for being worried when you start hyperventilating for no reason looking at my dick." Danny huffed, offended.

Jason spared the breath for "No excuse." then set to work. The pre cum was slick enough it hardly hurt at all pushing the head into his throat.

Just like he'd said (just like Jason demanded) Danny did not move. Or breathe. It was kind of eerie and if Jason thought about it for any length of time it was kind of weird and gross. But also Jason didn't care that it was 'kinda weird and gross'. Everything in his life and death and second life could be summed up as 'kind of weird and gross'. He'd long gotten over the crisis of his existence. Jason ignored the unsettling thoughts about what 'king of the dead' actually meant and if this made Jason even more fucked up than before. (Almost certainly but Danny was a person so did it really count as sucking a dead guy's cock? Jason voted no. and also shut up he didn't care.)

Danny was so thick Jason couldn't really lick or tease at his shaft like this. (Jason had to talk to his girls about how to make things better, they knew) Danny's ridges passing over his tongue sent anticipation zinging through him. He had to use more force to get the first ridge inside his throat. The room grew dark. Jason blinked rapidly and took stock. Okay, yeah, Jason wasn't losing oxygen. the only thing his buddy was doing was crying, but that was just a stupid reflex. And more importantly, Danny couldn't see the tears and make him stop.

The second ridge entered his throat and the room temperature dropped to well below freezing. Jason shivered, found himself choking on the third ridge then the fourth, except he wasn't actually choking because Danny was well beyond the back of his mouth. It just fucking felt like choking. It lasted longer than the cold. He was cold for not even a full second before he was suddenly comfortably warm. Even though the room totally iced over. That was nice. His body was still being a whiny little bitch about the pressure and crying though. Annoying.

At the fifth ridge the shadows started moving and Jason was willing to consider that maybe demanding seven of them had been possibly, perhaps, not one of his better decisions. But five was almost six and six was almost seven so Jason kept going. At six the endorphins were finally flowing and Jason felt fantastic. And full. And possibly also experiencing mild magic or electric shock. And he wasn't done.

He could stop. He should stop. Danny did not want to cause Jason pain. Jason had stopped recognizing pain as anything other than annoying years ago in the league of assassins. since Danny was already annoying Jason kept going. And then the seventh ridge was in his mouth and the head of Danny's cock pressed against the tight ring of muscle that was the only thing between it and Jason's stomach. He should definitely start pulling back. He had nearly all of Danny inside of him, from the tip of the blunt head to every yummy ridge. That was probably more than anyone else could take. Jason had at least four minutes of oxygen left before he'd pass out. Jason relaxed that final barrier and pulled himself forward.

That, apparently, was the final stimulation Danny needed. Jason forced himself limp. Mostly because the idea of being his king's fuck toy was hot. Those yummy ridges flared out just like the head of his cock. Fuck Jason was so full. Fucking fuck, it felt like he was choking. Jason tried to vocalize, couldn't. He wasn't going to aspirate like an idiot though. The flaring kept Danny snug and locked in his throat and locked his tip in his stomach. His cum was just as cold as Jason remembered. Only this time His ass was already full and Danny was cumming down his throat. Fuck. Fuck this was so good.

The noise Danny made was absolutely inhuman. It pinged something deep in Jason's stupid monkey brain instincts. Terror warred with the satisfaction at a job well done. Metaphysical safety soothed the instinctive fear. Jason resolutely stared at Danny's balls and ignored the non euclidean physics getting frisky with the fresh ice and shadows in the room. Jason's stomach filled, stretched. And filled and stretched some more. Danny's fingers flexed against his scalp. There were no claws and in themoment Jason wanted the bite of pain but also his lungs were screaming with both this incredible energy Danny gave off and the looming need for oxygen. The tingling wasa almost better than pain. He tried to laugh at the thought, his death scar making him feel alive. But again, massive cock down his throat. Jason made no noise. Not that even if he had it'd be heard above the creaking crackling screaming whisper of Danny's voice echoing in the room. Jason was full. Literally too full for more. He started to focus on that other ring of muscleleading out but then the cum did things cum was definitely not supposed to do. Ice seeped into Jason, filling his soul. He came then, too. It was so intense, so fucking intimate. It was something no one could give him. Jason wouldn't let them. Danny's fluffy cool safety reassured dumb instinct. No one could hurt him like that now. Something else, something not actually there, slid into his spine and pulsed along his nerves. Cold, cold cold sank into his boones. A freezing cold that didn't hurt. It soothed.

Danny rocked his hips. Jason was pretty sure his cock stayed firmly locked in place. Danny whined anxiously and his cock grew smaller. Not from being spent, the ridges were fading too. Jason did not want that. Jason wanted the raw physicality of Danny wrecking his throat. But Jason let him go with nary a complaint. Danny would freak if he thought Jason was hurting himself. Which he clearly thought Jason was doing if he was shrinking his cock down to 'normal' size now. Jason would have to settle for the satisfaction of successfully finishing his mission and the sight of Danny's glowing white semen splattering over his glowing pale skin and glowing bright green cock as what was in his throat fell out when Danny pulled out.

It was a very good sight.

He focused on his body, his stomach, on keeping everything still in in. Fuck. Fuck, that was good. Safety and fizzy sparking sensation through his death scars and a soul deep knowledge that he was wanted made him loopy. And the endorphins definitely helped.

"Red?" Danny asked. He sounded all out of breath, despite not needing to breathe. Smug satisfaction warmed Jason's icy belly.

"Fuck yeah," Jason declared. Oh, his voice was absolutely wrecked. Jason couldn't stop grinning.

"You're okay," Danny went all boneless under him. Obviously he was okay? Why did Danny even worry?

"I'm fucking fantastic," Jason said, relishing the sound and feel and physical evidence that he belonged to Danny. Could Danny keep the metaphysical evidence sparking and tingling? God, that'd be incredible. Going about his day and feeling what could only be Danny's energy teasing at his scars. Just three, very special scars. Jason had loathed them, hated them as proof of his unwanted trashy self. But Danny... God. Danny. Danny's touch made his soul sing with life. Now he thought he could grow to love them. Three marks from time in his King's domain. A kind of physical proof that would never fade that Jason was wanted.

Danny picked Jason up and turned him around to look at him. Jason sat on Danny's belly and breathed evenly. His belly was still cold, and as if Danny's orgasm had reminded the cum inside of his guts that it was supposed to be cold it was chilling him once again. The something-that-wasn't still trickled down his spine and now creeped into the marrow of his bones. And Danny was holding him under his arms like he was a kitten. Jason felt small. Jason hadn't felt small since he'd finished growing. He fucking loved it. And Danny looked fucking shook. Jason preened. He'd done good.

"Red..." Danny said, sounding awed. "You're incredible."

Jason let himself believe it. For now, at least, Danny thought it was true. It made the satisfaction better. The eventual pain from losing this precious feeling of being cherished would be worse. But living was pain, and that was what Jason did: live.

Chapter Text

Jason needed to get back to Gotham. But now that Jason trusted Danny he wasn't worried about getting shafted on when and where he was returned. So Jason let himself enjoy this lazy luxury for a while more. Jason met Sam properly, and much to his delight she really did want to help. She just had never encountered anyone with both the knowledge and the balls to stand up to her fierce personality. Sam was easy to get on with. She reminded him a bit of Harley and a bit of Ivy and a bit of Selina. Wild, passionate, cunning. She had asked Danny to find a place that actually needed native plants and now she and Jason were there, doing exactly that. Danny had claimed he had a very important royal meeting he just had to get to. Neither Sam nor Jason believed him but Jason didn't particularly care. They'd been nearly joined at the hips for the past three days. A break was warranted.

The outing was a ridiculously elaborate affair. With a picnic that the servants had literally put up despite both of their protests. Jason knew when to admit defeat, and he wasn't going to argue over the ghost servants doing their ghost thing. Sam had only argued for a little bit which they took to be some sort of enthusiastic agreement. Hence, the ridiculous picnic. Fancy fabric shades on elaborately carved posts, iced fruits and slushes and sandwiches and finger foods and wine and ale and iced water. The iced water was given very suspicious looks by the servants. Jason figured they'd been dead long enough that when they died 'fresh' water hadn't been potable. Still, it was kind of funny. Because this water was very much safe to drink.

"Look, if burning it all down worked then we wouldn't be having this conversation." Jason explained. He didn't need to keep himself polite or quiet or anything annoying with Sam. She was just as loud as he was.

"I'm not saying burn it down! I mean, not only is that stupid it'd make everything like a million times worse! Releasing all those chemicals into the atmosphere and everything!" Sam returned, gesturing with her shovel and getting ghost dirt everywhere. It smelled like grave dirt. Jason hated it. But hating it wouldn't make it suddenly smell good. It was just fucking dirt.

"Yeah, yeah, not to mention Ivy would kick all our asses and turn us into fertilizer," Jason huffed. The ghost shrub squirmed and tried to knock its pot over. Jason grabbed its main trunk and held onto it firmly. It hissed and tried to strangle his arm.

"Well!" Sam shouted, she slammed the shovel down tip first and left it standing. Jason hefted the cranky ghost shrubbery and carefully set it in the hole Sam had dug. It grabbed and twisted around whatever piece of them was closest but it was too small to do more than steal jewelry and throw it back at them. And both of them had run out of things two shrubs ago.

"Well, yourself!" Jason answered, picking up his own shovel and helping Sam cover the stupid plant's roots. They shoveled in companionable silence until Sam broke it by bringing up something they'd been talking about over an hour ago out of nowhere.

"I don't know! I don't know why getting rid of all the freaking drugs doesn't work, are you happy now, asshole?" Sam huffed more than the exertion warranted and glared at him.

"Yes! Thank you! It doesn't work because you're not stopping the source, you're just slapping duct tape on it and declaring it fixed then acting shocked when the exact same thing keeps happening and duct tape isn't fixing it!"

"I still don't get how just giving them those nasty drugs is better!" Sam threw her current shovelful of dirt at him instead of the plant.

"Because!" Jason planted his shovel, leaned on it, closed his eyes and breathed. He was edging into uselessly angry instead of loudly passionate. Three breaths later he'd calmed back down enough to get back to shoveling. He began again, this time with much less shouting, "Because, harm mitigation. It works. Look, you're some preppy rich kid from nowhere America, what the fuck do you actually know about drugs?"

"I!" Sam shouted. She shoveled furiously for about thirty seconds before announcing, "I am not a preppie!"

Jason laughed. The stupid ghost plant made some fucked up ghost sound that was almost like laughing.

"I never went to prep school, it's true! I went to public school with Danny and Tuck!" Sam complained. They finished burying the stupid roots before Sam said anything else. "I know Amity Park isn't exactly a metropolitan powerhouse, but meth is everywhere. Especially when you're stuck in a backward ass town with no jobs and nothing to do and everyone you know running out of town the first chance they get."

Jason grunted agreement. Gotham was one of if not the major drug center on the east coast. Only a very small portion of product stayed in Gotham and its surroundings. He couldn't be everywhere. No one could. Not to mention meth was insanely easy and profitable to cook so it wouldn't matter if they did get pure product shipped in. There was too much local competition.

They carried the shovels back to the shade of the ridiculous royal picnic.

"So? You gonna try and tell me harm mitigation works with meth?" Sam said huffily, after chugging down a glass of water. Jason paced his own drinking, the last thing he wanted was cramps from a sudden influx of non-ghostly cold. Jason sighed, Danny's cold never hurt. He idly wished Danny was here for Jason to cuddle against and steal his icy aura.

"I'm gonna tell you, that if you want harm mitigation to work with meth in a place like Amity Park. Then you've gotta get your hands dirty and take over the entire market as quickly as possible and enforce your rules immediately. Preferably savage enough that it makes the idiots with delusions of cleverness think better than sneaking around trying to start up their own meth labs. Once you seize the means of production, you're the one in charge. You say stop cutting the product and the product stops getting cut. If it doesn't, you execute the traitors. Petty gangsters aren't invested enough to care about the quality of the shit they sell, they just care that they're making money and get to be assholes about it. It's the middle management shit heads that try to stir up trouble and get cute. And they're ultimately cowards, hiding behind hired guns and, if they can afford it, assassins."

Sam pressed a cold glass of slush against the side of her face and stared at him.

"What?" Jason asked. He finished his water and grabbed a sandwich.

"That is an extremely well thought out situation you have there." Sam said, still staring at him.

"Uh, yeah?" Jason agreed, confused.

Sam slurped her slush and stared some more.

"I'm the Red Hood?" Jason added, she knew that. He was one of the UN's top five most wanted. He was on the JL most wanted list, too, but not the highest priority. Just apprehend on sight. Despite fucking Batman definitely having the authority to clear his name. Fucking asshole.

"Yeah, you're Red Hood. But you say that like I'm supposed to recognize it as something more than a fairytale. Unless you're telling me you got a big bad wolf running around trying to eat you?" Sam said, clearly thinking she was the height of humor. Jason rolled his eyes.

"A Big Bad Bat, more like. But no. I..." Jason stared off into the distance, chewing his bite of sandwich and thinking. He finished and muttered. "Infinite Realms."

"Yup. Sure enough." Sam agreed cheekily.

"Do you even have a Gotham in your realm? You're from Earth, I've caught that much." Jason asked her.

"Doesn't sound familiar but that doesn't mean much. I didn't pay any attention to geography, too busy helping Danny and Tuck with ghost shit."

"Well... Gotham City, in my realm, is in New Jersey. And its the most crime ridden city in the United States, top five on earth. You get seven million people stacked together on three shitty islands in the middle of an estuary and you're gonna have problems, y'know?" Jason said, he accepted the offered towel from one of the castle staff servants and wiped his face off then draped it around his shoulders. It was chilled and felt fantastic.

Sam very grumpily accepted her towel like a fucking toddler.

"Anyway, my Earth has the Justice League and heroes all over it. But Gotham has bats. The old man, Batman, started it. He's technically not a vigilante, his best cop friend deputized him. But all his kids are definitely apprehending criminals illegally. Which pisses off the corrupt cops since we don't put up with their horse shit and target them whenever we can. So, we're all vigilantes. 'Cept me. Red Hood, depending on who you ask, is an anti-hero, or a super villain, or dangerous criminal that deserves the chair. I mean, all the bats and birds have their haters. But most of them aren't getting paid by the city of Gotham or state of New Jersey. So," Jason shrugged. "I know a thing or two about drug and weapons running, seeing as Red Hood is the crime lord of Gotham and all."

Sam's expression sharpened. Though the only thing she said was, "And people?"

"No. Human traffickers get shot." Jason said sharply. He bared his teeth and gestured at his neck and hair, "They used to get shot dead but the old man had words to say about that. So, we compromised. I don't shoot to kill and he stays out of my territory."

"He killed you to stop you from killing?" Sam said incredulously.

"He fucking did. Lecturing me the entire fucking time about how we can't stoop to their level and dirty our hands with their blood and boo-fucking-hoo the fucker that's tortured hundreds of children to death doesn't deserve to die but you do. Fucker." Jason might have been louder than he'd intended. But fuck B, no one was here but Jason that knew him.

"Wait, what? You're exaggerating how messed up that guy was, right?" Sam was frowning and alarmed. Jason laughed sharply.

"Not was, is. And even if I was, shouldn't killing your own fucking kid be enough to get a death sentence? Jersey still has it, and he's only too happy to turn the common street trash over to the city. But one of his precious little rogues gets the threat of actual consequences and-" Jason glared at the ruined remains of his sandwich. He'd forgotten he'd been holding it. Everyone was staring at him now. He couldn't read their expressions but they were totally still.

"Red... are you. Did..." Sam couldn't seem to get the words out. Jason huffed and dropped the sandwich. He wiped his hands on his towel and glared at the ground.

"I haven't exactly hidden that I've died. I dunno why you're acting like this," Jason grumbled.

"No, no, that's. I mean yeah that sucks but that's not..." Sam looked over at the servants as if they could help her figure it out somehow. They did not. "Okay, well. That's fucked up, first of all, like super fucked up Red. But what I'm trying to say is it's beyond fucked up it's..." Sam gestured again, conveying only frustration.

"Yeah, well, tell that to my brothers," Jason muttered.

"I will!" Sam shouted, stomping her foot. Jason laughed then, imagining Sam chasing down Nightwing and cussing him out. "I fucking will! Watch me!"

"I believe you, Jesus, calm down. I was just thinking it'd be fucking hilarious to watch them get wrecked by a tiny little thing like you. Do them good." Jason said, still grinning.

Jason still didn't know why everyone had made a big deal over his short explanation of compromising with the old man, but whatever. It felt good to hear someone else say it was fucked up. So much better than 'Why don't you give B a chance, Little Wing? He loves you.' and 'Bruce is an idiot, you didn't 'come back wrong'. But you still shouldn't have come back. ' or 'You were never worth enough for anyone to avenge and incapable of doing it yourself? How unlike Mother to waste so much of her time.' and 'Killing is wrong. No excuse.'

"Red?" Sam said, the closest thing to hesitant he'd heard from her. Jason shook his head and turned to her.

"What?"

"... You still hungry? We've got six more strangle bush to plant before we head back." Sam said. They both knew that wasn't what she'd been intending to say but Jason didn't bring it up and Sam didn't say anything else.

It took about fifteen minutes of silence before they were talking again. Jason asked about her (and Danny's) home town, and about their friend Tucker. Amity Park claimed it was the most haunted town in America, and it really was. Tucker was some kind of tech nerd. He was off having some sort of tech convention in the realms. And it sounded like he could give Tim a run for his money. Or at least they'd probably have fun being weird little techies together. Jason shared more about Gotham and his idiot family. Once they were talking again the work passed quickly and all too soon it was time to pack up and head back.

Danny greeted them both with hugs. He gave Sam a little peck on the cheek. Danny kissed Jason so thoroughly Jason was sorely tempted to start stripping then and there, propriety be damned. Sam made over dramatic 'ew gross' noises at the PDA.

"Thank the Ancients you guys are back! I was gonna die again from paperwork," Danny said, a bit whinny and a bit pouty. Jason chuckled and pulled Danny in closer, so he could get his arms around him and hold him properly.

"You're the genius that stuck around instead of coming out to rejuvenate the local ecosystem!" Sam told Danny mercilessly.

"Ugh, I know. But it was either do all this boring stuff today or do it and the council meeting tomorrow." Danny grumbled.

They had dinner with Sam. And Jason learned that Jazz wasn't joining them due to her education. She was set to deliver her dissertation this very week. Danny and Sam were confident Jazz would succeed. Jason didn't know enough about Jazz to make an accurate assessment so he accepted that she knew what she was doing. Jason did know that she had raised Danny, and Danny was pretty fucking amazing so regardless of how well she presented her dissertation she was also pretty fucking amazing.

Jason knew he had to go back to Gotham. He had people there that needed Red Hood, he'd never abandon them. But he found himself making reasons to stay here in Danny's castle. Admittedly most of the reasons revolved around Danny fucking him stupid but in Jason's opinion those were the best reasons. He'd never been so secure in his safety with anyone before Danny. Surrendering to Danny was easy. If Jason didn't feel so safe with him he'd be terrified. Before Danny, he'd bottomed twice. Or possibly once depending how you counted Roy and Kori together. Regardless, despite how good it'd felt it'd also left him aching and yearning and he didn't even fucking know why or for what. So he didn't ask for it and they never asked again either.

But with Danny, God. He couldn't figure out which was best. The soft, snowy safety that sank into his bones whenever they were close. The way Danny kissed and touched him, like he was something precious and good. The way he stuffed Jason so fucking full and kept Jason close instead of tossing him out when they were done. Danny made staying here so easy. And he wasn't even trying to make Jason stay. Danny was always so tender, even when he was a monstrous incomprehensible entity of space. That was actually Jason's favorite, Danny's metaphysical presence then was so powerful that his caring was a knowledge so cold it burned Jason's soul and left brands behind: Danny cherished him. If Jason didn't know love hurt he'd think this was love. But love was pain and Danny would never hurt Jason. So instead Jason soaked up as much ice and snow as he could take while he tried to figure out this exhilarating new feeling.

Sam made excuses after dinner and Jason sprawled out on a ridiculous pour and eagerly pulled Danny down onto his lap. Danny laughed, teasing him yet again about how needy he was. Except he was laughing and straddled Jason's hips and kissed him. So he wasn't actually mad. They kissed, just kissing, for long enough Jason was wondering if Danny maybe wasn't feeling it. He was usually pretty handsy and right now was all antsy and squirmy and distracted.

"Everything alright, my liege?" Jason asked.

"I... I think I'm ready." Danny declared.

"And what are you ready for, Sweetheart?" Jason asked, pressing his lips against his neck. Danny made just the cutest noises when Jason nibbled and kissed his throat. Jason really liked making out. It wasn't that it was better than sex, but it was different. And also good and not something he'd gotten to do much of. Isabel made out with him, but she'd been impatient so it was never for all that long.

Danny and Jason had been making out for at least thirty minutes and Jason was nearly floating from how damned good he felt. He'd always enjoyed using his mouth to make his partners scream. And he enjoyed all of the soft sweet sounds and whispered gasps and pleasured groans of his name that Danny made when Jason kissed and licked and nibbled and sometimes bit his skin.

"You." Danny said, voice shaky. Jason made a lazy, curious hum and licked along one of the fractal scars leading down Danny's neck to his chest. Danny flustered and Jason wanted to shoot something he was so damned fucking cute. Danny made a valiant effort to rally his thoughts. He must have succeeded because he finally said something. Something Jason had set aside as not on the table his first day as Danny's First Concubine. "I want you inside me."

Lust burned through Jason, curling low in his belly and parching his throat and getting him near totally hard all in one hungry rush. Danny wanted to bottom for Jason. Jason was going to make this the best fucking experience in Danny's life. No fucking up today.

"Like, like this." Danny added.

"Fuck," Jason breathed out, overwhelmed.

Danny giggled nervously.

"Yeah. God. Fuck." Jason elaborated.

Danny fully stripped them both the rest of the way with his density shifting. Jason nipped at Danny's scarred nipple on his way to his knees. Danny yelped, partially curled up to protect himself from more teasing bites, then giggled some more.

"Which hole do you want filled, my liege?" Jason asked, pulling Danny's legs lower and spreading them wide. His cunt was flushed and both his holes were quivering, his clit was swollen and thick, rising up enough Jason would have his mouth full. Jason's half chub filled out immediately. "Jesus, Danny, you're gorgeous."

Danny turned his head away shyly with a precious shy little smile. Jason's heart clenched and breath caught. Danny said, "Um, I think, maybe the uh, the front."

Jason was lost. Danny was the most incredible person Jason had ever met and if it was possible to somehow be even more his than he already was Jason would do it in a heartbeat. But Jason said none of that. Instead he slid his hand between Danny's legs and lightly held his clit, Danny gasped and arched up.

"What do you want me to call this, Precious? Cock, tdick, clit," —Jason was boiling in lust and let himself sound like it, but Danny was a bundle of nerves, and not in the fun way. So he added, voice lilting up teasingly, "happy fun button," —Danny snickered, Jason grinned— "the royal schlong."

"Ancients no, definitely not that!" Danny giggled some more.

"Oh yeah? Maybe you'd like..." —Jason kept his face as serious as possible as he said with that tone of voice that usually drove Danny wild— "flesh banana."

Danny shrieked and threw a throw pillow at him.

"So that's a maybe on flesh banana then?" Jason laughed and let the pillow hit.

"Ancients, no! Shut up! That's the worst thing I've ever heard!" Danny was laughing so hard he was half curled up and wheezing. Good. Jason fell over next to him and pulled him on his chest. Danny slapped his chest, still giggling. Jason was laughing too. He kissed the top of Danny's head then nibbled and sucked on the sensitive shell of his ear. Danny shuddered and gasped, then giggled a little bit more.

"God, you're so fucking cute," Jason growled.

"You only tell me like twenty times a day." Danny muttered, flushing and glancing away. Which had the disappointing side effect of taking his ear away from Jason's mouth. He exhaled a puff of air against Danny's hair then grabbed his chin and turned his head to look at Jason.

"Because you fucking are cute and calling you cute just makes you all shy and blushy, which makes you even cuter. It's a vicious vicious cycle of cuteness." Jason said, not quite able to be as faux serious as he'd wanted and not really caring.

Danny pushed up abruptly, Jason dropped his arms down to Danny's hips. So strong and slim. Fuck. Jesus fuck, he was going to be balls deep in Danny today. If he thought about it too much he was going to fucking ruin everything. No sexy thoughts. Focus on making Danny feel good now. Sexy thoughts later. Danny tilted his chin and glowered down at Jason. Jason's cock twitched. He imagined Danny seated in a lazy sprawl and ordering Jason to service him with his mouth. Okay, well. If he got Danny off enough it'd be like only a tiny bit embarrassing if he came three thrusts in. Danny would be feeling good and Jason would be feeling good and they could snuggle and chill and feel good together.

Danny rolled them over, Jason above him now. Fuck, he was so small like this. So small and precious and strong and... God. Jason had it bad. Jason kissed Danny's mouth, then kissed his way lazily down Danny's body. Pausing to suck sweet hickies against Danny's throat. And to suck and lick at Danny's nipples. To drag his teeth over the boundaries of rough scars and smooth skin. By the time Jason was even with Danny's cute little cock Danny was actually relaxed and now whining so sweetly.

"God, Danny. You're so fucking hot," Jason lowered his head and licked along Danny's slit. Danny gasped and jumped. Jason pressed harder, tongue slipping between his folds. Danny exhaled heavily. He was just so fucking reactive, God. He moved slow, licking in one long motion to reach Danny's cute cock. Jason was tempted to tease, just because of how beautifully Danny responded, but he was so insecure about his body it was a nearly physically painful thing. So Jason licked over the swollen sensitive bump and Danny cried out his name. Jason was so fucking hard. God.

Jason swirled his tongue tip over all of Danny's little cock then licked it from its root to its very tip. Danny jerked his hips and cried out a short, surprised noise that fell quickly to needy gasps. Danny grabbed Jason's hair and held on. It didn't sting as much as he'd like but that didn't matter. Jason had his mouth on Danny and Danny was going to be singing his name soon enough. Jason knew he was good at eating pussy. He'd made a fucking point of it, treating it like any other skill he might need to achieve his goals. He hadn't bothered with learning all the tricks to sucking cock, if he needed to run a honey pot on some assholes with dicks then Jason could just bottom. Men like that got off on having someone as big and strong as Jason under them. Though things had never gotten that far with his marks. Which was good because bottoming was bad enough, doing it for some fuck head on a mission would be even worse. And Jason was only half hard now. Whatever, he hadn't gotten Danny off even once yet. He'd be hard when Danny needed him.

Jason pressed his tongue tip hard against Danny's cock then soothed it with wide light licks. Danny gasped his name. Jason settled in. Whenever Danny was begging for Jason's cock he'd be ready. Until then Jason worked Danny's slit and cock over with the single minded focus that'd gotten him where he was now: most successful crime lord in Gotham, concubine to the king, Prince of he really needed to figure that out.

Danny made him work for his first orgasm. Getting all nice and relaxed and breathy and then suddenly tensing back up and whining and again. And again. Was he actually trying to edge himself? Probably not. But calling attention to it would only make Danny even more tense, not less. But giving head until he passed out or Danny begged was as close to Heaven as Jason would ever get. When Danny finally came he was silent, then Jason stopped the pressure from his tongue and Danny howled. He wrapped his legs around Jason's head and arched into his mouth. Jason lapped up his slick, satisfied and no little bit smug that he'd gotten Danny off with only his tongue. Danny's legs shook, he was flushed and panting. Jason was sorely tempted to fuck him now. He'd feel so good, quivering with aftershocks and gasping his name. But Jason had set himself the mission of making this the best experience in Danny's after life so he ignored the ache in his balls and trailed his fingers lightly over Danny's swollen cunt.

Danny whimpered and mewled and twitched and Jason enjoyed the satisfaction of getting a man as powerful as Danny worked into such a state as this. Eventually, Danny recovered enough he slung his leg around Jason's waist and pulled on him. Jason moved, letting his cock slide between Danny's folds and glide over his wet cunt and cock. Danny arched and gasped out his name, Jason leaked pre and firmly told himself to fucking calm down and wait. Then pulled Danny's leg around, pressed his thighs together and thrust.

"Fuck," Jason moaned. Danny made a surprised little gasp and Jason thrust again. Danny squirmed and Jason let himself moan quietly. Danny felt incredible and he wasn't even fucking into his cunt. He locked his hips and inhaled slowly. He wasn't some stupid animal, he could control his urges and his body. Danny rocked into him, sliding his slick thighs over Jason's cock.

"Jason! Fuck, fill me up! Make me yours!" Danny demanded.

Jason came. He sobbed whatever words flitted through his head like "Love you!" and "God!" and "Danny!" and Danny gasped out praise and affirmation and his fucking name like breathing air. Jason was so lost. Jason would let Danny use him however he wanted. Fuck him, kill him, love him, hate him, just as long as it was from Danny he'd take his punishment with thanks on his lips and this incredible soft warm tender feeling in his chest.

"Fuck," Jason gasped, dropping down onto his arms and knees, bracketing Danny under him. Danny made quiet gasps with each breath. Jason shuddered and locked his arms. He was not going to fall on Danny. No rational thought, just knowledge Danny was small and precious and instinctive fear Jason would smother him if he passed out right now.

Danny mewled something that was probably supposed to be words and shuddered. Jason tried to find his thoughts. This was so very different than the empty headed bliss of Danny's monstrously incomprehensible form pulling him apart. Good. Very, very good. But different. Jason was sure he needed to apologize but also not entirely sure why. Danny was happy, Jason was happy, nothing was on fire no one was shooting at them. This was perfection.

When Jason finally gathered his thoughts he'd been staring at Danny's unmoving chest. Adrenaline spiked before he told his body to shut up. Danny was half dead. Didn't need to breathe. Jason sighed. He probably shouldn't stay like this. Danny might have fallen asleep and not technically need to breathe but it was probably a bad idea to fall asleep on top of him. Probably.

"Is this love?" Jason whispered. Mostly to himself since Danny seemed pretty solidly asleep. It wasn't any kind of love that Jason had known. Or, well, Jason had always loved like this, giving all of himself. He'd given his Mom everything. He'd dropped out of school to boost tires to help her afford her 'medicine' (God he'd been so stupid, believing that he was helping her) and by the end Jason was almost as drained as Catherine. Her death hurt even now. Holding her body until she cooled would never leave him. He hadn't loved again until Bruce and Alfred. And instead of not caring enough to stay, they didn't care enough in other ways. They were hot and cold. At first never deliberately cruel, Alfred always fed him meals and tea. And Jason's starved, stupid self had thought it was love. But when Bruce finally stopped his good dad act it'd hurt even worse than losing Catherine. His mom had been trying so fucking hard, she told him constantly how much she loved him, how proud she was, how good Jason was. Alfred said none of that, which was painful yes, but not nearly as painful as Bruce's kind of love. Giving Jason his whole attention until whatever bullshit arbitrary goal Bruce had made was reached. Then pushing him away, ignoring him for days at a time. Until again some arbitrary goal was met and Bruce decided Jason deserved his attention again. Had that been deliberate? Had Bruce just been manipulating him from the start? Or was Bruce just so fucked up he literally couldn't understand just how fucked up he was? As much as he hated and still loved Bruce, he was pretty sure Bruce just couldn't fucking understand that other people existed as more than pieces on a chess board. As beings with their own wants and needs outside of what Bruce decided they wanted and needed. Any action outside of Bruce's plans was deviant and should be stopped immediately.

Danny... Danny didn't love like that. And Jason was starting to think that maybe, love didn't have to hurt. Not when it was Danny. Jason buried his face against Danny's neck and shuddered. He couldn't stop crying silent tears. Fucking why? Why did his stupid body decide now it was time to shove all the shitty things in his life back in his face? Now when he was so safe and finally found happiness?

Danny made a sleepy curious sound but Jason couldn't answer. Danny pat around Jason's shoulders until he found his head then pet his hair. Jason shuddered and Danny mumbled sleepy comfort which only made him actually fucking sob. Which of course woke Danny up and now Danny was worried.

"Jay? What's wrong? This, this isn't happy tears, right? This doesn't seem like happy tears."

Jason couldn't manage to respond in any sort of useful way. He clung to Danny desperately and cried. It took Jason a shamefully long time to manage to get out more than a few garbled words. But he did manage, finally, to tell Danny, "Love isn't supposed to hurt."

"Yeah. Yes. Love isn't supposed to hurt, Jay." Danny agreed immediately. There was no question there. Love wasn't supposed to hurt and Danny was so, so worried. Worried over Jason. Because Jason was crying and shaking and instead of shoving him off with insults or hidden disgust or disapproval Danny held him. Danny held him and rubbed his back. Danny let Jason cry. And through it all Jason knew he was safe and it felt different than crying in a filthy corner of a condemned building, different than crying in his closet in the manor or wedged under his bed. And very, very different from crying on Bruce or Alfred. Jason had never felt this safe around them before. A little safe, sometimes. But nothing close to this soul deep surety that there would never be deliberate cruelty or neglect from Danny.

Danny's love had not yet hurt and never would. Jason felt the snowy comfort and safety in his soul and knew that any hurt would be accidental and regretted and most important of all: wouldn't happen again. Jason sobbed in earnest now, horrible body wracking things with horrible gross sounds of gasping for breath and stuttered incomplete words.

"I've got you. Let it out," Danny comforted him and Jason cried. It was exhausting. Too exhausting to feel shamed when he was done. Just aware that he was supposed to. But also, he felt... clean. Cleaner, anyways. Jason was born trash and no one ever let him forget. But Danny didn't know that. Guilt shoved at the exhausted clean feeling. Jason found himself apologizing to Danny for how worthless he was, apologizing for taking advantage of his kindness, apologizing for hiding what he was.

Danny murmured reassurance and held him close and cleaned him off with warm water and soft towels. Jason was so fucking tired. He just wanted to rest. To close his eyes and maybe never wake up. Danny was cleaning him off with such tenderness it made him guilty for thinking that. Danny would be sad if Jason never woke up again. Clean now, Danny carried him to the divan and settled him down and tucked him in. Jason whined and Danny pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead.

"Okay. Shining Star, I'm going to get us some drinks and snacks. I will be right back, no longer than ten minutes. I promise." Danny told him seriously.

Jason nodded because Danny was clearly expecting a response. Danny searched his face for something. Like hell could Jason figure out what.

"Ten minutes." Danny repeated.

"Ten minutes." Jason answered, since that seemed to be what Danny needed.

Jason didn't count the time, he stared up at the ceiling, watching the images up there. Jason didn't know if they were scryed or made up whole cloth but there were stars. Jason had memorized the constellations used for navigation back on Earth. His earth anyway. He didn't recognize these stars. Danny returned, dressed in boxers and looking not really any more put together, just cleaner.

"Sorry," Jason apologized.

"Jay, why are you apologizing?" Danny asked, confused.

"For ruining everything?" Jason said cautiously. Danny stared at him incredulously, then his expression shifted rapidly. He landed on something sad and soft.

"You haven't ruined anything, Star Shine. You're incredible. You made me feel so, so good. You did so very good." Danny told him gently. Hearing Danny's praise made him no little bit giddy.

"Really?" Jason wondered cautiously.

"You're amazing, Starlight. Please, never apologize for being yourself." Danny said gently. He raised Jason's head of up and offered him a straw. Jason drank without even asking what it was. Danny thought he was good. It was an amazing feeling. And now, Danny knew Jason was a killer. He even knew Jason had killed beings that claimed godhood. the exact fine points were still missing, but with that heavy weight off his chest he could breathe again. And Danny still called him good.

Danny brought sandwiches and electrolyte fruit punch and ice chips. He helped Jason sit up and fed him. Jason didn't feel embarrassed or humiliated though he was aware in any other situation he would. Jason felt cared for. Cherished.

Jason didn't want to go back to Gotham. He needed to go back to Gotham. He wouldn't abandon his people. He knew he went back to Gotham, he'd Seen it with the All Sight. Maybe not now. Maybe he could stay here, safe and cared for and fucking cherished. Just for a little while.

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The little while became a while. A while became quite a bit. Haltingly, going backwards more than forwards half the time, Jason learned to accept that he had worth. It was painful. So fucking painful. He still didn't really believe it. But he did believe Danny. Danny believed Jason had worth exactly as he was. So Jason tried.

"Green is my favorite color, actually." Jason declared one day.

Jason was finished with his training for the day and Danny was taking a break from the literally infinite paperwork he had to deal with. They were walking with no particular destination in mind. Danny was ghost right now and floating instead of walking. He floated lower than he'd stand using legs, but he was still big and Jason still had to tilt his head up to meet his eyes. Danny's ghostly tail feathered light touches along Jason's calves as they walked. It was nice.

"Really." Danny said. Danny also sounded mildly incredulous, which was rude.

"Fucking yes. I like green." Jason laughed.

Danny gestured at Jason with a quirked eyebrow. Jason was indeed wearing red today. He wore red most days. It was the name everyone else here knew him by and his body servants seemed to really enjoy finding totally new red things for him to wear. So far in the four weeks since he'd been 'reverse summoned' (or whatever had happened, Danny was adamant he hadn't consciously done anything and Jason believed him) Jason hadn't worn the same thing even once. Jason thought it was pretty ridiculous having so many unique outfits, mostly because it was literally every outfit they put him in. Sleep clothes, dressing clothes, lounge clothes, obviously the clothes he wore for Danny, but even his work out clothes were totally new every time! Which was just absurd. Who needed a totally different set of sweats every day? Not that the work out clothes had ever been sweats. The servants dressed him in clothing from more cultures than were still living. Some Jason was familiar with, either personally (if briefly) or through his team.

"Green." Danny said again, even more skeptically than before.

"Yes. Green." Jason said, exasperated.

Danny teased him a bit more. Until Jason decided enough was enough and he play-pounced on Danny. Danny let him and laughed. Jason wrapped his legs around Danny's waist.

"You, my liege, are a menace," Jason told him mock severely, shaking a finger in front of his face.

"I know you are but what am I?" Danny sassed back, then giggled. Jason made a pained expression and shook his head as sadly as he could manage while also holding back laughter.

"A menace and he's got a mouth on him." Jason said to the wall (and probably servants, it was a castle and everybody were ghosts, both reasons they were probably nearly never alone) with a overly disapproving tsk-tsk.

"You like my mouth, though," Danny said, trying for smug but not hiding all of his nerves. Danny hadn't actually used his mouth on Jason for more than kissing and licking and nipping.

"I do like your smart mouth, it's true." Jason agreed. Because he did, actually, like all the things Danny did with his mouth, even if none of the things were sex. Not that Jason didn't want Danny's mouth taking his cock. But Jason was hardly going to perish because he didn't get blown. The thought of pushing Danny into something he didn't want churned his stomach, reminded him of his selfish dickish pushing from those first few days here.

Danny grinned, all taunting and excited. It was cute and hot and Jason waited for Danny to speak despite the sudden urge to kiss his king. Jason liked thinking of Danny as his king. He might like it enough that it was some sort of actual emotion instead of just another of his fucked up kinks.

"What are you gonna do about it, Red?" Danny said, voice low, then he grinned —a sharp and taunting thing— and teased, "Or should I be calling you Green, now?"

Jason tugged on Danny's hair, longer in this form, and tugged to bare Danny's throat. Jason nipped the cool skin of Danny's throat sharply, Danny gasped. Danny was ghost, there was no pulse, and he only breathed like this rarely. Jason still didn't know how he felt about that. Sure, his therapist and Danny and Jazz and, well, everyone in Danny's fraid really, insisted shoving emotions in the box and shoving the box in the closet and dropping the closet down the well wasn't good for Jason's mental well being. Jason didn't care. He kept unlocking new trauma to process doing literally nothing fucking traumatic. Today's problems could wait their damn turn.

"You just can't help it, huh? Being so naughty."

Danny grinned, entirely unrepentant. "I am the naughtiest ghost. It's true."

If Jason was reading him right —and Jason fucking was. It was literally his job, and even if it wasn't Danny was kind and sweet and soft and so fucking precious. Even bigger than Jason as he was right now he was precious— Danny obviously wanted to try something a bit spicier than his usual. Jason didn't know how to make punishment fun. Jason knew every way known to humanity about hurting someone, knew how far to push to keep a human alive and talking and regretting every second of it. The thoughts that he'd had before actually getting to know Danny —slapping him around and even worse— didn't sound like fun now. Jason hoped Danny didn't want to bleed or struggle. He'd do anything Danny asked, but he'd hate himself even more if Danny asked that of him. Jason took too long lost in his head, because Danny taunted him again.

"What're you gonna do about it, hot stuff?" Danny teased, completely oblivious to Jason's internal bullshit. Oblivious and acting eager to mess around with punishment or something like it. Fake-but-real punishment in sex stuff —cruel words and hard, sharp touch— was all the punishment Jason knew and nothing that Jason wanted to give. But Danny wanted something and Jason couldn't just not do it. Jason used the motion of dismounting from Danny to shove him onto the floor —with a very necessary flip— and stood over Danny's sprawled form. Danny obliged him by falling with Jason's shove instead of remaining unmoved or floating away unimpressed. Danny letting this happen was so fucking good. He'd never made anything out of it with Arte or Kori or Bizz but the satisfaction and lust had always been there. There was just something so fucking hot about knowing his partner could ignore all of Jason's strength but still choosing to let Jason manhandle them anyway.

Jason leaned over as if to kiss him and said as sultry as he could manage, "This."

Instead of actually doing something, he stood back up and walked away. But there had to be some way to make this not hurt. His resolve steadied. There was some way, and if there wasn't Jason would make one. Preferably in the time it took them to get to the king's quarters.

"H-hey!" Danny stuttered out, and scrambled after Jason. "Red. C'mon!"

Jason pretended to ignore Danny and thought firmly at the castle about getting to their quarters. The castle obeyed Jason's will as easily as ever. Which was not very but it did listen. Jason had been keeping his senses on the castle and he'd noticed it very rarely did anything for others. The people he'd seen direct it successfully were all Danny's siblings and fraid. Jason tried not to let it go to his head. He'd been able to do it since that first day here, it was different for him. Some sort of connection to make his duty easier.

Danny floated beside Jason and pouted adorably. Someone with fangs and a build like that had no business being adorable. But there he fucking was, adorable all the same.

"This is punishment. You're being punished for being a menace." Jason informed him. It really didn't feel like punishment though. He was just giving Danny the cold shoulder.

"I want sexy punishment though!" Danny whined, unintentionally voicing Jason's thoughts. Jason rolled his eyes and acted relaxed and confident. He should have paid attention to his sex workers better. No doubt they'd said something useful in his presence. But ever since they'd unionized Jason had been just the asshole managing their security. It was good for them but it was bad for being a snoop.

"As awesome as I am, mind reading is not in my repertoire." Jason declared as they entered the main antechamber of the King's quarters.

"Well! It should be! And this isn't sexy! This sucks! I want sexy stuff! Like, y'know!" Danny fumbled his words and blushed greenly but did keep talking, "Stuff like spankings and, and fuzzy handcuffs!"

Jason laughed. "Fuzzy handcuffs? Those wouldn't keep a dead bird locked up, much less a power house like you."

Danny scoffed then declared, "I don't care. Kinks don't have to make sense, right? If I can think real hard about putting a baby in you then you can pretend fuzzy handcuffs actually restrain me."

Jason flushed. Danny was right. Pretending he was actually trapping Danny in cuffs was easy. "Fucking. Fine. If you really want dumb fuzzy handcuffs then we'll get dumb fuzzy handcuffs."

Jason mentally demanded the castle give them stupid fuzzy cuffs. He couldn't see them but it felt like they were just out of sight. Jason walked over to a sideboard and indeed chintzy fuzzy handcuffs were in one of the drawers. The fuzzy fabric was red.

Danny laughed when Jason brought them out, or maybe giggled. It was cute whichever it was. He also blushed cutely: the glow on his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose changed from a pale white to lime green.

Jason had learned a lot about ghosts, and the Infinite Realms, and a whole lot of other things besides in his time here. The most important thing about working with ectoplasm was belief, and for the living: emotion. Jason believed he could satisfy Danny without harsh pain and let himself be in the moment. It was quite possibly more terrifying than those first few days here in the then unknown king's care, when Danny had been a stranger with absolute power over him.

Jason wanted to pounce on Danny and play-wrestle the cuffs on him, but that seemed like it was way too playful and silly for whatever this was going to be. But Danny wanted to get spanked and spanking was easy. Really easy to do without leaving any mark more permanent than a stinging hand-print. And as long as Jason took his rings off he couldn't break Danny's skin. Danny wanted to be restrained. That was easy too. It was.

"You've been very naughty, Pet." Jason told Danny with a disappointed frown. Pet sounded nice. Jason did still want to mess around with calling Danny his 'bitch' and getting to breed him but that was all for later. Not now. Now was for whatever the hell this was going to be.

Danny giggled.

"You have on too many clothes, Pet. Fix that for me." Jason ordered. He felt awkward but knew he said it with all the confidence of the Red Hood.

Danny started stripping. He was trying to make it sexy but did not know the first thing about putting on a show. It was fucking adorable. Jason rested his hip against an armchair and made sure his expression was not something distracting to Danny (like showing him how cute Jason found his earnest fumbling). Danny bared himself, his sexy bits were not exactly human today. He wasn't totally hard yet, or engorged maybe, since it was starting to move. Jason refrained from licking his lips. Textures appeared as it filled out and Jason swallowed. He reminded himself firmly 'not now'. Jason had plenty of time for choking himself on cock later.

Instead Jason said, voice low and approving, "Much better."

Oh Danny's little blush was so precious. Jason gestured to the space in front of himself. Danny tittered and approached then made to sit on the chair Jason was leaning against. Jason flashed a stern warning frown but Danny didn't correct himself so Jason grabbed Danny's wrists and cuffed him. Danny did struggle but any chance at taking his act seriously was spoiled by his nervous giggling. Jason pushed him down on his knees and Danny went easy as anything.

Danny pouted up at him. It was an undeniably sexy and mouth watering sight. His fangs peeked out just a bit and his ears drooped low and Jason wanted to run his hands through Danny's floating hair and kiss him. But that wasn't what Jason did. What Jason did was sit in the armchair he'd been leaning against. Danny looked pitifully offended. Jason could do this. Was doing this.

"Here," Jason ordered, patting his lap. Would Danny interpret it as a request for a demure resting of his head on Jason's leg? Would he climb up in Jason's lap, all chilly and strong and pliant? Or would he finally get his mouth on Jason's dick? Access was easy with Jason in an ancient greek style chiton. He had definitely noticed that both Danny's servants and his own preferred dressing them than letting them dress themselves in ancient grecco roman styles. Jason especially but that was probably because Jason was perfectly content to let the experts do their jobs. Danny was just a picky little brat. Sometimes Danny talked about his weapons trainer, someone named Pandora, but Jason had yet to meet her. And here he was distracting himself. Which was stupid. Danny was naked and handcuffed and sexy. Jason handcuffed him. Danny wanted this.

Danny wanted this. The reminder was steadying. Maybe he actually should have gotten a little silly earlier, because Jesus Christ freaking out over handcuffing Danny was fucking stupid. Danny floated over to him. Jason definitely wanted that cock. And Danny wanted to be restrained. It was fine. Jason could deal. It wasn't like Jason was going to fuck Danny up, because he wasn't. He. Fuck. Danny wanted this. It didn't matter. Sex felt good and Danny wanted this.

Danny laid his head on Jason's thigh, his touch was nice but Jason had no death scars on his legs and nice was the only sensation it was. Jason suddenly wanted, needed, that sparking surety he was safe. Danny's silly grin slowly grew less cheerful as Jason failed to do anything other than stare impassively at his king. Was Jason so off kilter he was showing his actual emotions instead of what he wanted to show? He hadn't thought so.

"Boo, if you aren't having fun we don't have to do this," Danny said, frowning cutely.

Jason shook his head. How did he even begin to explain the fucking painful mess of emotions lurking at the edges of his perception and waiting to ruin the moment and remind Jason of every fucked up thing he'd ever done to people cuffed helpless before him. Danny frowned and sat up straighter. Jason burned with loss from the lack of touch.

"Want you to have fun," Jason said.

"It's not fun if it's only me having fun." Danny responded. Jason didn't know what to call the sad, soft expression Danny made. He made it a lot, usually when Jason did or said something. Not that Jason had found any pattern to it.

Sex was fun. Jason's wants didn't matter. He'd had that beaten into him enough times by now that it'd stuck. He fumbled for what to say. Because Danny wouldn't like that answer. That'd upset Danny and Jason needed to relax Danny. Doubling down wasn't an option, Danny already decided Jason wasn't having fun. What could he say to appease Danny? Stopping had never been an option.

"Stop," Jason whispered, voice humiliatingly shaky and small and stomach churning and threatening rebellion. Danny floated back, taking the last of his cool aura touch with him. Jason stared after him, unsure exactly what his expression or body were conveying. Danny's gaze went all sad and soft. He reached up, breaking the cuffs laughably easily. Something deep in Jason uncoiled.

For all Jason had internally derided Danny for being an idiot before, Jason knew now that Danny was actually very smart. He'd just been, and still was, oblivious of all the implications and threats and basically all subtext in his own words and actions. He didn't see machinations and danger behind every nice thing said and kindness shown. It was kind of infuriating, actually, because Danny was the most important person of a functionally immortal people's government. Could ghosts die again? Jason didn't want to find out.

"It's so stupid," Jason said, voice wavering. Fucking, fuck. "I couldn't stop thinking about all the..." Jason balked, throat closing up. Yeah, Jason had bawled about how horrible he was but that had been months ago and he hadn't been terribly coherent. Jason swallowed. The urge to run and hide away wasn't needed here. It had been beaten into him and probably would always be there, but here with Danny there were never beatings. There was never punishment of any kind. Jason forced out, "the fucked up shit I've seen. And done. And... I am going to do again. Because Gotham needs me."

Danny nodded, more in recognition than agreement. That was okay. Jason was used to being disagreed with.

"I won't keep you from your haunt," Danny told him. He was so serious and earnest and determined. Something rushed around his chest but with the tension and fighting against his memories it made him nauseous instead of excited.

"Okay." Jason said. He had the benefit of preternaturally gifted foresight to know it was true. Even so it was good to hear it directly from Danny.

"What do you want, Jay?" Danny said so earnest and honest and good. Jason's heart flipped. The unpleasant churning gave way to fluttery mushy feelings.

"Wanna suck you off," Jason answered immediately.

Danny made an exasperated noise of frustration. Jason leaned back, looked up at the ceiling. It was something like an arctic or antarctic night, clear and sharp with kaleidescope lights snaking and winding through the air.

"You want to suck my dick? Seriously?" Danny said. Jason couldn't tell if he was annoyed or frustrated. He might be both.

"Yup." Jason watched the faux magnetic storm. Or was this actually happening somewhere out in the realms? It probably was, actually.

"You freaked out over something messed up, which is what you're supposed to do, and, and, what? You're gonna blow me to help you feel better?" Danny said incredulously.

"Pretty much," Jason looked pleadingly at Danny. Satisfaction sparked through him at the sight of Danny's wriggly cock partway out of its sheath but Jason didn't let that show.

Danny put his face in his hands and groaned. Jason put every ounce of acting he had into looking soulful and yearning. Danny glared at him between his fingers, but his cock thickened and slid further out of its sheath anyways. Jason wet his lips.

"Please?" Jason asked. He didn't beg, because Danny didn't like begging, but he let himself be eager and wanting because yeah he was so fucking eager for Danny's gasps and whines and praise and that incredible sense of ownership he only ever radiated during sex. And Goddamn did Jason want. He fucking wanted that cock down his throat, wanted Danny's wide eyed awe at just how fucking thirsty for him Jason was, wanted sweet caresses through his hair and gentle hands on his shoulders.

Danny lowered his hand and added a frown to his glare. Jason looked artfully pouty.

Danny huffed and looked away. "Fine."

Jason grinned, he didn't gloat but only because he was pretty sure Danny would change his mind if he did. Danny rolled his eyes but the corners of his lips were twitching up.

Jason pulled Danny close and let himself enjoy the little flutter of satisfaction when Danny moved easily. He nuzzled against Danny's tail, below his alien cock and bulge of something almost definitely sensitive below it. Danny's ghostly tail looped around Jason's waist then slipped between his thighs then around again, anchoring them together. Jason was getting hard, he'd hoped Danny had been going to tease him with the tip of his tail but this was nice too. Jason loved all of the casual soft touches Danny gave him.

Jason exhaled over the bulging bits below Danny's sheath and Danny's skin rippled and he gasped. It was definitely sensitive then. Jason grinned then set about investigating exactly how sensitive this fun new bit was. With his tongue and lips and very very light brushes of teeth. Danny's voice was as breathy as his moans when he said Jason's name.

"Jay." Danny's wiggling cock surged into full size and slid over Jason's hair, unexpected and a little weird but also exciting. Danny's slick tentacle-cock curled and tried to wrap around Jason's ear, grasped his hair, pulled, but it was too slick to actually tug. It slipped away only to collect up another tentacle full of hair. Danny made a cute laughing sort of whine.

That was Danny's 'I'm so embarrassed that I liked this: do not perceive me' whine. Did his cock sliding over Jason's hair feel good enough for that sweet embarrassed pleasure? Jason tilted his head, letting Danny's tentacle cock slide over more of his head and cover his scalp in slickness.

"Jay," Danny whined, so cute and embarrassed.

"Hmm?" Jay pretended he had no idea what Danny meant. Then his tentacle slipped over the side of Jason's head and started investigating his face which was slightly less amusing. But whatever. Jason opened his mouth, eager to feel and taste Danny, no matter his form. The tentacle slathered it's slick wetness over Jason's face without urgency, up until it found Jason's open mouth. His teasing words were lost as it crammed itself inside with alacrity. Jason shuddered and made sure to moan to tell Danny he was having fun at the same time.

"Ancients, Jay." Danny gasped out in surprise, he apparently did not have as much control over his tentacle as Jason had first thought. Jason swallowed it down and cold lined his mouth and trickled down his throat. Jason hummed, pleased. It was very, very different from human or human like cocks, but still fun. Danny panted and whined and ran his fingers through Jason's wet hair then settled on resting his hands against Jason's shoulders. Jason hummed, settled and satisfied now that he knew what he should be feeling and feeling it (excited pride for being a good lay and satisfaction over satisfying Danny).

Danny sighed and rested one big cool hand on Jason's head, just barely not touching his scar. Jason pressed his head against Danny's hand and wanted to sigh when the tingling began. He couldn't, Danny's freaky cock was busy getting frisky with his tonsils so noises beyond grunts were totally out. Danny teased his claws over Jason's scalp and it felt really good. Almost as good as the tingling from his most recent death scar. Claws moved from his scalp tothe back of his neck. Reacting was no longer a fight against his training and Jason didn't even think about it before he shivered. Danny cupped the back of his neck, thumb against his pulse and claws teasing the soft, vulnerable skin of his neck. That scar lit up with sensation and Jason moaned around glowing slick tentacle.

"Jay," Danny groaned. Satisfaction thrummed through him. Danny kept his hand against his neck and gripped his hair with the other. Jason did not want to pull away, but that was exactly what Danny did, pull Jason back by his hair. "Jay, Moonlight."

Danny didn't say anything else, just guided him gently on his back on the handwoven master-worked rug he'd been kneeling on. Jason swallowed and it had nothing to do with the slick mess Danny's cock left in his mouth. Danny's voice was all soft. Just like every time before, how gentle Danny was with him made Jason's everything squirm with way too many emotions to name. Though he was at least trying to feel them instead of hide them away, so. That was something.

"You're so good. I want you to feel good. As good as you make me feel." Danny told him. Always so earnest and precious that it made Jason's chest ache.

"Of course, Sweetheart." Jason didn't even need to think about his answer. He'd do anything Danny asked of him, only asking how exactly Danny wanted it done.

Danny dropped down on his knees, straddling Jason, but not to ride. That was fine. His tentacle-cock found Jason's hard length and squeezed. That was more than fine. "Ah, fuck!"

"Yeah?" Danny was a bit breathless. Which was always so fucking hot when Danny was ghost. He didn't need to pant to catch his breath, he didn't breathe at fucking all. But Danny was breathless now. Over Jason.

"Yeah." Jason groaned his satisfaction Danny's cool, slick, writhing tentacle squeezed and relaxed around his length in rippling erratic waves.

"Good?" Danny asked again. Jesus fuck, hadn't Jason already said that?

"Very good," Jason panted and rocked his hips, seeking friction. Danny didn't grind back, and his tentacle didn't seem to care about any of Jason's efforts. It was busy jacking him off and covering Jason's cock and balls and thighs with its cool slick fluids. Jason whined and whimpered and slumped back, then berated himself for sounding so pitiful. If he didn't say something else Danny would worry and maybe even stop. So Jason asked, "How long d'you want me to last, My King?"

"Ancients," Danny groaned.

"I c'n try, Darling." Jason knew it was just an exclamation of satisfaction, but it would be fun; seeing how long he could last. Danny laughed breathlessly.

"Not last until you're an Ancient. You're just so fucking perfect I gotta thank someone for meeting you." Danny sounded fond, but he definitely still felt lust because the air was getting chilly. Jason hoped he wasn't classically conditioning himself to feel safe in the cold. That'd be fucking embarrassing anywhere else and get him killed back in Gotham.

"Probably Ducra, then. If she's uncounted." Jason said. He knew it was just an idle exclamation that Danny didn't expect a response to. But telling Danny about himself was still sort of scary and (eventually) nice. It just so happened that the nice feeling was pretty damn quick to come during sex, and Jason was pretty damn relaxed these days. No longer on guard and planning everything out (unless the point of that day was to get Danny's mind off something and keep it off).

"Oh?" Danny gasped.

"Mmm, without her I wouldn't've learned soul channeling stuff," Jason said. He considered bringing a hand to the tentacle job but ultimately wasn't in any rush. If Danny wanted to sit here and be weird doing some not exactly cock warming then Jason was perfectly happy to let him. It felt nice, being so intimate with no set goal other than 'feel good'.

Danny hummed and Jason let himself enjoy this: Danny, his King, using him how he saw fit. Jason loved driving Danny senseless and wild, yes. He loved Danny exploring his body and finding out what felt good, too.

"Seriously havin' fun right now, Darling," Jason said, letting his voice do whatever it wanted. Which was apparently be slow and languid. That was fitting, at least. This was definitely a slow and languid sort of fucking.

"I dunno, you're still talking," Danny said, it was mostly teasing but maybe Jason could make more noise. Danny liked it when Jason made noise. Jason let his eyes slide shut and did his best to stay only in this moment now and to let himself be.

"Danny..." The name faded into a sigh. Jason kept himself pushed up on his forearms but let his head fall back. His throat was bared but Danny wasn't touching his death scar now and the earlier buzzing tingle was just a memory. Jason wanted that touch but Danny was content to look. Jason slid one eye partway open and watched Danny watch him. Danny's expression was so fucking real and wanting that Jason had to close his eyes again to keep himself from dong something embarrassing.

Jason was comfortably warm but frost was coating all other surfaces in the room. Concrete, physical proof of Danny's pleasure. Danny only ever faded into his eldritch form when he was lost in possessive lust and Jason still hadn't figured out how to actually ask Danny to start with the whole incomprehensible cosmic horror thing. Because Jesus Christ was that claiming, possessive way Danny fucked him then so Goddamn good. But this wasn't going to be a fierce and exhausting fuck. This was going to be slow, and Danny was going to treat him all soft.

With his eyes closed he could imagine that the light fingers teasing his chest and nipples were shadows. Jason's cock was so hard, he wanted Danny desperately. Each rippling squeeze milked more precome from him. Thinking of milking, Jason wanted to cum right now and get milked dry. But Danny hadn't told him to cum, and Jason—not that he'd ever tell anyone—kind of really liked how Danny's control made him feel. Not helpless and caged, but strong and cared for.

"Danny," Jason groaned. He wanted a lot, right now. The still kind of unbelievable thing was Danny would give him exactly what he asked for. No insults for wanting something 'stupid' or scoffing over his 'immaturity'. And definitely no uncomfortable scrutiny like he was some weird new thing to pull apart and find what made him tick. He couldn't, quite, manage to ask for Danny to become the whatever he called his impossible form that spanned galaxies and dimensions and pulled Jason apart in the best way. But he did, somehow, ask for something almost as good. "Touch my scars."

Danny did, but also he was teasing his claws over not the most important ones. Jason groaned in pleasured frustration. He grabbed one of Danny's large, cool (and clawed) hands and placed it firmly against his neck, covering his deathscar entirely.

"These scars." Jason told him.

"Oh," Danny's voice was shaky. His tentacle cock squeezed hard and Jason arched up with a quiet cry. He opened his eyes and focused on Danny. He looked torn between that fierce, incomprehensible state Jason so loved and scandalized. Like Jason was asking for something so much more than the press of skin against skin. Maybe he was. But Danny was his King and if anyone had a right to touch Jason's death scars it was the being in charge of the uncounted dead.

"You..." Jason started, then grabbed Danny's other hand and placed it firmly against his scalp. Claws twitched and scratched his scalp and throat pleasantly —just a light pressure against his skin. Jason swallowed. "Your touch feels good."

He immediately felt like an idiot. What kind of explanation was that? Of course Danny's touch felt good. That had well been established since their first day together. But somehow everything else was stuck in his throat. He wasn't acting out a role now, he was just Jason. And just Jason liked the safety Danny's touch brought and just Jason found the very notion of sharing something that was real and important to him terrifying.

Danny's glowing eyes didn't literally darken, but Jason was well used to reading intent behind pupiless glowing eyes and darkened is what they did. Danny didn't suddenly start fucking him hard, he didn't suddenly change their position or even move his hands away. But there was a heady rush from his attention and Jason kept talking.

"Everything chills out and feels so fucking good, when you're touching my scars." Jason explained.

Danny growled, deep and guttural and inhuman. Jason shivered.

It was as if he'd tapped into some ghostly instinct, or maybe it was a kink, fuck if Jason knew. Either way, Danny used unreal shadows to replace his hands. The soft pressure and tingling buzzing pleasure had Jason moaning. Danny used his now free hands to spread Jason's legs. Danny had to wrestle his tentacle cock away from Jason's shaft, which was both a blessing and a curse. Jason was so fucking hard now it was actually kind of painful. But he kept his mouth shut and Danny gave him exactly what he'd been craving. Though this time it was very, very different. Danny didn't take him quickly—he rarely did—cool, slick fluid over dripped over Jason's spread ass. There wasn't much lube inside (as in, none, he hadn't felt the anxious need to stay prepped in ages and ages now) but all the slick Danny made when jacking Jason off didn't exactly go away. It was still smeared over his thighs and belly and now covered his hungry hole. And besides, Danny's alien cock lubricated itself, even without the glowing fluid slathered all over him he'd be fine. Danny moved slowly, and Jason thought he really didn't have much control over his tentacle sex whatever appendage because this was slow even for Danny. Jason exhaled and tried to settle down. He didn't want to speak and if he whined he'd have to follow it up with something to let Danny know it wasn't from pain—as if Jason had ever whined in pain around Danny.
The cold tip found its way inside Jason's ass and it wriggled fiercely. Danny rumbled low, soft praise and groaned 'Jay' and 'Red' and 'Ancients'. Jason answered back with 'Jesus' and 'Danny' and 'my King' and whining needy gasps.

Danny's freaky cock was thin and narrow at the tip and it didn't hurt. Jason was pretty sure it really actually didn't hurt instead of just being too fucking thirsty to care that it hurt. The tentacle cock wasn't long, but it widened slowly into some hefty girth and its surface was textured which added yet another layer of sensation for Jason to focus on. By the time Danny bottomed out Jason was lost in the exquisite texture and unpredictable writhing filling his ass. And whenever he focused enough to recognize anything else, the sweet singing in his scars had him floating away again in pleasure and satisfaction and the marrow deep knowledge Jason belonged.

When Danny came it was good, though not exactly what Jason had been expecting. Some fluid filled his ass but it was next to nothing compared to the fluids that sensitive bit of skin below Danny's writhing tentacle released. The rug was ruined. Jason assa nd legsand back was coated in cold, glowing jizz. He was weirdly energized—something that seemed to happen more and moreafter sex with Danny not that Jason had bothered finding out why—but mostly he felt exhausted. Which was probably because he'd been keeping himself busy and distracted with training and reading and fucking so he didn't have to think about things like responsibilities and Gotham and family.

"Fuck," Danny groaned.

Danny's otherworldliness hadn't stripped Jason into pieces (Jason still hadn't figured out if it was literal or metaphorical) this time, but shadows were sliding over his skin and pressing gently against his throat and skull. Danny rolled over and pulled Jason up under his chin, snuggling him close. If Jason could purr he absolutely fucking would.

"You have no idea what you do to me," Danny rumbled quietly into Jason's hair.

"I think I have some idea," Jason said, tired and amused and content.

"You really don't," Danny insisted, Jason huffed but didn't bother pressing. Everything was too nice to risk annoying Danny into moving and losing this sweetness.

It took almost exactly six months from his arrival for his guilt over having literally the best time ever in his life caught up with him enough that he stopped putting off returning back to Gotham. Even so, he was surprised at Danny's lack of fighting him over it. It had seemed like an obvious problem between them, Jason leaving Danny's 'haunt'. But when Jason brought it up Danny didn't even ask him to think about staying. It was kind of unsettling. But then again, Jason wasn't sure what he'd do if Danny did press him about staying away. It had seemed an easy thing, when Jason had first arrived—to leave Gotham behind. His people would only really be in a tough place for no longer than two weeks. Which was definitely a long ass time when you didn't have a roof over your head or food in your belly but Jason had long ago learned 'you can't save everyone'. And ensuring the Outlaws and more stable rogues would have his back was a pretty solid contingency plan.

One Jason wouldn't need. Not this time, anyway. Because Jason was being returned to the same minute he'd been taken from. That had been the deal he'd struck with the Ancient of Fear all those months ago and Jason didn't bother trying to renegotiate it now. It was pointless. Now he was trying to pack up only the essentials which mainly consisted of Jason checking his single sturdy leather bag and returning the latest ridiculous nonsense to its proper place (usually a wardrobe or drawer). Because apparently it was impossible to let him leave to his own fucking place without some sort of insanely luxurious item. Jason knew it was his servants, but he hadn't actually caught them so couldn't really demand they stop. Though he likely wouldn't if he did, ghosts were funny about their 'things'. Doing their 'things' was not only healthy, not doing their 'things' could hurt them, badly. So Jason resigned himself to discovering at least two insanely expensive and impossible to fence totally useless who-knew-whats when he got back to Gotham.

Jason had not expected Danny to gift him literally anything. Danny was very awkward and kind of bad at romance. Except he tried to do romantic things he just. He was a fucking disaster. Jason loved him. Adored him. Fuck. He already told Danny he loved him during sex. Why was it so much harder when he wasn't hard?

Danny lead him nervously into one of the lesser used drawing rooms, which was of course all kinds of suspicious. But due to Danny's generally awkward attempts at seduction and-or romance Jason was only like, a little bit concerned.

"So I know you're going back to your haunt and I get it, I do, but I still worry, but I know you're like super strong and smart and deadly and um, I mean, I know you can handle yourself so this isn't, like, me trying to say you can't take care of yourself because obviously you can and—"

Jason put his palm over Danny's (currently human warm) mouth to stop his anxious rambling and stared at what could only be Danny's take on his Red Hood get up. That Danny had seen once, and even then it had been stripped of nearly everything actually useful. The main colors now were black with plenty of red accents.

The suit itself was something much more form fitting than he'd used in a while. Like, since before he died the first time a while, but nothing close to the fucking 'might as well be body paint' Nightwing suit. Jason wasn't entirely sure that wasn't deliberate. Danny was possessive and made no attempt to hide that. But if that was it why was it even a bit form fitting? Despite having been kicking the idea around for a while, Danny had not changed up his logo, it was still the dripping red bat. Jason supposed Danny was letting him decide. Which was good and normal but still not something Jason expected. And really, Jason showing up in new gear was already going to make his family suspicious. New gear and a new logo would be downright dangerous.

Danny rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet and looked pitiful. Right. Sweet new suit. Gift from his sugar daddy (or would it be sugar king? No. That actually sounded like a d-tier villain he'd run across in the Bat Files. God, you really can't have shit in Gotham, can you?)

"You got me a suit?" Jason said stupidly.

It was so much more than just a suit. There were undergarments and under armor with his logo. It was dark red and deep charcoal. He could use that alone as a stealth suit in a pinch. There was armor that could fit over the suit proper, cuirass and greaves.

The eye protection wasn't a domino. It was something like goggles, black with red lenses. Both it and the black face mask were high grade PPE. The literal hood proper looked fucking sick. The lining was that sweet ass red-black-light absorbing fabric Jason had fallen in love with all the way back on that first day. The outer fabric was blood red. The hem had something fine and delicate stitched along it. Jason couldn't immediately tell what but he liked it. The hood was detachable from the fabric it was currently attached to. The clothing in question was some design that was reminiscent of a tabbard but not nearly as long as a traditional one. It took the place of his jacket and there was nothing to partially hide the bat. It was easily identifiable both front and back. Though the back symbol was less obvious, instead of the solid red of the front it was an outline. The black gloves went mid forearm with red full bracers for both arms as well as armor for over the knuckles and back of his hands. The pants weren't the heavy tactical pants Jason had been using, though Jason didn't doubt the armor quality was at least equal to if not superior than his now former outfit. And the boots looked comfortable. Which had never been a priority before, keeping his feet intact and attached was a bit more important than comfort. But again, Jason didn't doubt these were stronger than anything he could easily get back on Earth.

"It's alright?" Danny asked anxiously. Jason turned to look at him incredulously.

"Danny." Jason said slowly. "You just gave me something that costs literally half a million dollars back on Earth. For parts alone, no labor. Not to mention how much money goes into research and materials testing before it's even considered as a potential candidate for suits."

"So it's alright?"

Jason stared at Danny some more. Danny fidgeted and worried at his lip with his fangs. Jason brought his hands up to Danny's face, cupped his chilled cheeks and kissed him. Danny made that cute little noise he made when surprised in a very good way. Jason forced himself to keep it to one very solid kiss. Because he knew if he took two then he'd take three. And three was nearly four and well, Jason would start kissing Danny and not stop kissing Danny. Then the next thing he'd know he'd be taking Danny's cock one way or another and wind up getting his molecules all rearranged begging Danny to claim him, breed him, do that impossible incredible thing when letting go in his ghost form. Fuck, what was Jason doing? Kissing Danny. Only kissing Danny.

"So that's a yes?" Danny asked when Jason broke the kiss.

"Yes, Jesus, you absolute disaster, I fucking love it." Jason said with fond exasperation.

Jason tried it on immediately. He was going to need to practice getting dressed in and out of this quickly. He wasn't as on call as any of the others but he did respond to calls for all hands. And those were definitely something that needed quick response times.

Jason did not get that chance as he was suddenly in Danny's arms as soon as he was dressed. Danny's growl was possessive and ghostly. Adrenaline and lust rushed through Jason at the familiar sound. He'd never heard it outside of sex, and now the servants looked away from them, quickly made their obeisance and left.

"Fuck, why is it so hot? You wearing something I gave you. Isn't that just something couples do?" Danny growled again and pressed his face into Jason's hair.

Jason made a confused sound. The face mask picked it up and sent it through a mic but didn't alter it. He'd need to change that before hitting the streets. Heart racing Jason asked, "Couples? You want me like that?"

Danny made a frustrated-annoyed-exasperated sound. Jason was rather good at getting Danny to make those sorts of sounds.

"I'd like that." Jason said tentatively. Quiet enough the face mask mic didn't pick it up. Danny heard him anyway.

"Good. Because you're mine. That's part of being mine, being exclusive." Danny said.

"Well, yeah, I figured you didn't share. I don't mind that. I like being yours way more than I like sex."

Danny made an extremely skeptical noise at that.

"Seriously! I just didn't think being your concubine meant I was like a real partner." This was so much more than the already almost too much care Danny had for him. Partners? Actual, legit partners? He didn't know what to do with this. He pulled the rebreather down to hang around his neck and buried his face fully against Danny's cold chest for comfort.

"Oh Jay." Danny said, hugging him hard and rumbling soothingly. Jason stayed buried against Danny's strong chest and let the noise wash over and through him. It was so comforting. Jason didn't really believe he deserved comfort or kindness but Danny believed it.

Danny tugged down his hood and carded his fingers through Jason's hair. It was good. Soothing and comforting. Something Danny thought Jason deserved. Jason still didn't believe that. But he could tell Danny to stop now and know he stop. Which was stupid. Jason had known since their first night together that he was Danny's in ways no other being could ever be. Jason had no fear of Danny pushing him too far, hadn't in months. So why did it fucking matter that they were equals in truth?

It changed nothing.

It changed everything.

It was so much to feel. So much to accept. Jason didn't want to deal with that now. It was a painful snarl of emotion that he was perfectly happy keeping right where it was. So he tried dropping to his knees to suck Danny's cock. It was always a fun surprise, finding out what Danny had decided to use today. And too, sucking Danny off was something Jason knew exactly what he was supposed to feel. There were no hidden tangles of snarled up emotions there. Just satisfaction at making Danny feel good and pride in giving Danny his best. But Danny did not let him drop down.

"Jason, you can't keep avoiding your feelings with blow jobs." Danny said, giving him an exasperated little shake.

"Blow jobs are better than feelings." Jason glowered, aware he was closer to pouting and sulking than being fierce and threatening and annoyed about it.

Danny booped his nose with a finger and said, half firm half playful, "No."

"They are." Jason responded mulishly.

"They are not. And even if they were, you still have to feel your feelings." Danny insisted.

"You need to feel your feelings too," Jason knew he was being petulant and did not care.

"Unfortunately. But I am half goop that resonates with feelings and you are not." Danny said logically. Jason glared harder.

"That doesn't tell me if you feel your feelings." Jason said entirely to be contrary.

"You are such a little shit." Danny huffed and Jason had to fight back a grin.

"I'm your little shit," Jason said, failing at keeping a straight face and grinning like an ass.

"Yes. You're mine." Danny said. Like there was no other possibility. Jason belonged to Danny. That still not-exactly-familiar but no longer strange warmth of being so fucking wanted bloomed through Jason at Danny's low rumble.

"You really mean that." Jason said, voice trembling. A very new rush pulsed through him from realizing he meant so much more to Danny than he'd ever believed possible.

"Jason." Danny said, then floated back and tilted Jason's head up to look him in the face. "I thought I'd made it clear what I thought about you. But somehow, you still thought you were a thing. So I am going to be extremely clear now: I don't care what magical title you were given by some stupid spell. As far as I care, we're married. You're my spouse, my husband. When I call you mine, I mean it in every way there is, Jason. There is no 'until death do us part' bullshit. I'm already dead. There is me and you. Always."

"Oh," Jason said. He couldn't ever remember feeling so happy. He blinked away tears then shoved the goggles off his face. His gloves were textured for better grip, definitely felt weird, but that was not super relevant right now.

Danny's hands left him at the motion, but Jason must have done something to clue Danny in to his need for touch because Danny caressed his cheek with one hand and held him close with the other. Jason felt himself relaxing into Danny all the more.

"Jay, Moonbeam, the only thing I expect from my husband is monogamy. We don't have to do anything, I'm a big boy, I can survive without sex. Even if you might literally die without it, you've gotta know my love has nothing to do with how much sex we do or don't have." Danny told him.

"I'm not a succubus. I'm not gonna die from celibacy." Despite the jibe Jason was still incredibly happy.

Danny tweaked his nose and Jason squeaked then slapped at his hand. Danny laughed and dropped his hand. Jason was happy. Fear lanced through his happiness. Jason didn't get happy. Happy was for everyone else.

"I'm allowed to be happy," Jason muttered. It was true. It wasn't even as terrifying as it had once been. This next part? That was terrifying still. "I..." Jason swallowed then closed his eyes. It was easier to bear without seeing the tenderness and acceptance in Danny's face. "I deserve to feel happy." He said, even though he still didn't believe it. Jason was a monster, a murderer, he'd hurt his family just to make them feel his own pain, he deserved...

"Yes. You deserve to feel happy." Danny said confidently.

Jason swallowed and repeated. "I deserve to feel happy."

Danny rumbled and nuzzled against his chest.

"You deserve to feel good," Danny said through his rumble.

"You make me feel good," Jason said, even though he really should have repeated the stupid affirmation. Both were true and neither were exactly easy to admit. Much quieter he added, "You make me happy."

"You make me happy too, Jay."

Jason's heart was so damn full he was overflowing. He'd started this unexpected journey expecting torture at worse and discomfort at best. But Jason had so much more than he'd imagined possible. Jason had a fucking spouse. A spouse with power beyond mortal ken. A spouse that loved him. Loved Jason as he was. That made no demands Jason change himself.

They held each other for a long while. Eventually, Jason sat down in a nearby wing-backed chair and Danny settled on his lap, snuggling Jason close the entire time.

Jason was going back to Gotham. It was kind of why he had the whole surprise new suit and also, apparently, why he knew now that he was instead of a thing, a vital member of the king's court. Not just a favored concubine, but someone with actual political power. Or, at least, more power than only a sex slave would have. As his spouse Jason held the King's ear even more firmly than he'd previously believed. He could, if he wanted to, guide the direction the Infinite Realms took. He didn't especially want to do that. But he could.

Jason did get to practice changing into and out of his new gear. Danny watched him with a fond appreciation the entire time. Once Jason deemed himself sufficient in getting dressed in under two minutes, Danny's forgotten lust returned. Or maybe he was done being patient. Whichever it was, he and Danny made love. It was almost like fucking. It was, effectively, physically, the same act. But there was a mutual tenderness and appreciation that never came with one night stands or casual sex.

Gotham was waiting. It was no doubt as hard as it ever was before. And there were so many unhealthy patterns Jason might fall back into without even noticing it beginning.

"I deserve to be happy." Jason had to keep reminding himself of this. He couldn't let the casually cruel actions of his family ruffle his feathers. Especially not now that he'd worked so hard in breaking free from that bullshit.

"Yes. You do."