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When Damian turned 18 his father sat him down for a talk, THE talk. However, when your father is Batman and you are a crime fighter yourself, the talk is not the one most teenagers have with their parents.
“You are of legal age now, and so there are some additional forms you must now consider,” Bruce told Damian. They were sitting face to face in the Batcave at a small table. Around them, the cave echoed with each minute sound. Before them lay a not-so-small stack of paperwork. Damian scoffed.
“What type of forms, Father?” he asked. Batman looked down at the first piece of paper and mindlessly tapped it with his finger, it would seem the Bat was nervous.
“As you know there are various risks in our profession,” he started. Damian arched a brow. Of course, he knew this. One didn't grow up in the League of Assassins and become one of the most fearsome crime-fighting vigilantes without risk. “But there is a specific type of risk which I have shielded you from so far that has now become relevant,” Bruce said.
“And what is this risk?” Damian asked, his curiosity eating at him. Bruce said nothing for a long second.
“The sexual risk,” he said, keeping a serious face. Damian’s face morphed into shock and then he let out a laugh.
“Very funny, Father,” he said as he laughed. But when he saw Bruce’s expression unchanged, he stopped. “You can’t be serious?” he exclaimed.
“I am, and it is a very real risk. As you are aware Poison Ivy has recently escaped Arkham. In the past, she has been known to use a poison known as ‘Sex Pollen’ which can be deadly if not treated. Unfortunately, the only cure we have been able to figure out is sexual intercourse,” he explained.
“What?! How have I not known about this till now?” Damian questioned.
“Until now you were a minor. We don't know how exactly it works but Sex Pollen has no effect on minors,” Bruce explained. Damian’s mind raced. He had probably already come into contact with this poison from his past encounters with Ivy but had no idea due to its lack of effectiveness. Damian looked down at the stack of paper in front of them.
“So what is the paperwork for?” He asked. Bruce sighed.
“In the case of an emergency, if you were hit with this poison, you need to have someone we can contact with whom you can… relieve your symptoms,” Bruce trailed off, coughing a bit at the end. Damian couldn't believe his ears. They sat in an uncomfortable silence as Damian took in his father’s words.
“Okay,” he said after a long time. Bruce nodded.
“Talk to them and then bring them here so we can sign the paperwork and make a plan,” Bruce said. He paused before continuing, “And remember this is just a safety precaution, if we are smart, we will never have to use this,” he said, trying to comfort his son. Damian nodded.
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“Jon come here,” Damian said to the open air. He stood on top of a building in Gotham dressed in his robin suit. In less than a few seconds, he heard the wind rustling and suddenly Jon was flying in front of him. He looked out of breath and flustered.
“You called?” he said with a sheepish smile. Damian did not look in his direction and they stood in silence. Jon, concerned, lowered himself to stand on the roof with the other. He quickly looked over Damian checking for injuries, but found none. “Is everything alright?”
Damian closed his eyes before opening them and turning to the Kryptonian.
“I have brought you here to ask if you would be willing to be my emergency contact in case I am exposed to Sex Pollen,” Damian said bluntly.
“Uh, yeah of course,” Jon said immediately. He had no idea what sex pollen was or what being his emergency contact would entail but he would do anything for Damian. “Quick question though… What is sex pollen?” he asked.
Damian looked away.
“Don’t be so quick to agree when you don’t know what I'm asking of you,” Damian said.
“I would do anything for you, Dami,” Jon said softly. Damian’s eyes stayed dutifully staring at the ground, but Jon caught the way a faint blush appeared on his face.
“I’m asking you to have sex with me if I were exposed to sex pollen,” Damian said. Jon’s face morphed into shock. Jon allowed Damian’s words to sink in.
“Yes, still yes,” Jon said and blushed. Damian nodded, still not looking at Jon but his face flushed a vibrant pink.
“My father has some paperwork we need to fill out,” he said. “Let’s go to the Batcave to get it over with,” Damian said coldly. Jon nodded before cautiously reaching a hand out to Damian in offering.
“Want me to fly you there?” he asked. Damian eyed his outstretched hand before placing his own in Jon’s and nodding. Smiling brightly Jon scooped Damian up, carrying him bridal style as he flew to Wayne Manor.
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This was so awkward, Jon thought as he sat at a table in the Batcave. Damian sat beside him and across from him Bruce was reading from the document before him.
“In the case of Damian Wayne being exposed to the poison known as ‘Sex Pollen’, Jon-El also known as Jonathan Kent will assist by providing sexual intercourse to combat the deadly effects of the poison. Both parties are consenting adults and will work through an agreement in advance of what they are/are not comfortable with so they may consent with a clear mind, free from the influence of the poison,” Bruce stated. Jon fidgeted in his seat. He was sitting next to his crush and crushes dad talking about having sex! Kill me now , Jon thought.
“I, Bruce Wayne, will contact Jon Kent in this event via intercom with the following phrase ‘Bees In the Wind’ signaling him to come to Wayne Manor Immediately,” Bruce finished.
Damian huffed and grabbed the pen that lay beside the paper, he signed and then slammed the pen back down. Jon picked it up carefully and signed slowly, making sure neither of the Waynes would see his shaking hands. Lastly, Bruce signed and the agreement was completed.
“I expect you both to complete your agreement on what you consent on your own, I won’t read it,” Bruce said, eyeing the pair.
“We will, now can we be done,” Damian snapped. Bruce nodded but Jon spoke up.
“I actually have a question,” he said meekly. “Um, could I become affected by the poison?” he asked. Bruce shook his head.
“No, Kryptonians are immune,” he explained. “Nor can symptoms be passed on to you when you engage in intercourse.”
“How do you know, Father?” Damian asked. Bruce, realizing his mistake, said nothing. “Gross,” Damian muttered. Jon just looked confused.
“I will leave you two to complete your agreement,” Bruce changed the subject and stood up, exiting the cave. The two sat in silence, the echoes from Bruce’s footsteps all that could be heard.
“Should we…” Jon asked, looking at Damian. Damian clenched his jaw and nodded. Jon sat and waited for Damian to begin.
“I’ve prepared a list,” Damian said as he pulled out a folded piece of paper from his suit. “I’ll read off different things and you tell me if you would be okay with them or not.” Jon nodded. “Kissing,” Damian stated. Despite looking at the paper he watched for Jon’s reaction out of the corner of his eye. Jon blushed and bit his lip.
“Yes,” he said softly. Damian felt his cheeks redden. He willed his body to stop reacting but it didn't listen, butterflies dancing around in his belly in response to Jon’s words. He checked yes to kissing as well and they continued. There was very little Jon said no to. Kissing, hickeys, hair pulling, restraining/being restrained, it left Damian wondering how experienced he was with this stuff. Jealousy swarmed in his gut at the thought.
Jon listened as Damian listed off different things, each becoming less and less innocent. Jon said yes to most, not because he had experience in them but because he would do anything for Damian. He wanted Damian anyway he could have him.
“Lastly,” Damian started. “There is the matter of topping or bottoming,” Damian said, his voice shaking a little. The pair were both blushing profusely. “Do you have a preference?” Damian asked softly. Jon looked at Damian, his thoughts flashed with all of the things he’d dreamt of doing with Damian.
“I-um-I prefer top,” Jon said. Damian nodded.
“Perfect, I prefer bottom,” Damian said looking anywhere but at Jon. He thought of Jon fucking him, using his inhuman strength to hold him down. He threw the image out of his head and schooled his features.
“Have you…done that before?” Jon asked, his mouth bitter with jealousy. Damian shook his head.
“No, I haven't, I just…have done it to myself,” Damian admitted. Jon felt arousal swirl in his gut. The thought of Damian working himself open on his fingers, moaning and squirming in his bed after patrol cemented itself in his brain.
“That should be it,” Damian said, suddenly standing up and starting the walk away. “I will see you on patrol,” he said as he left.
“See you,” Jon replied meekly as he was left alone in the Batcave.
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The Batsignal’s light shone brightly in the dark, foggy sky of Gotham. Batman and Robin had responded to Gordan’s call for help. Poison Ivy had taken hostages inside of an Art Museum and was demanding money for the return of both the hostages and the art unharmed.
“You go in through the vent on the ceiling while I distract her,” Batman ordered, turning to make his entrance through the main doors. Robin jumped into action, climbing his way up the side of the building and in through a crate on the roof.
When he finally made his way inside, he hid in the rafters above the main room where Ivy and the hostages were located.
“Batman, how nice of you to join us!” Ivy said with a sing-song voice. Scanning the room, Damian saw the state of the hostages. Poison Ivy had turned them into human-shaped trees! It was a similar method she had used before, one which Batman had figured out a cure for. Batman emerged from the shadows which he hid to face Ivy.
“Let them go, Ivy,” He demanded. Poison Ivy made a tutting noise.
“You know that’s not how this works. You have to give me what I want, and then I’ll consider handing them over,” she replied. Seeing his chance, Robin jumped and flung a smoke bomb in Ivy’s direction. Seeing her caught off guard, Batman ran towards her to capture her but when the smoke dispersed she was nowhere to be seen.
“Robin! The hostages!” Batman called out
“On it,” he replied, rushing over to spray the antidote on the people-shaped trees.
Damian saw her coming, saw her holding the smoke bomb, and smiling wickedly before throwing it his way. He could have dodged easily. But in that moment he thought of Jon and the years of yearning he had endured. Knowing what an absolutely stupid risk it was, Damian allowed himself to be hit by the mysterious smoke bomb and as he inhaled the gas he felt the effects seep in.
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Jon was just finishing up rescuing a group of people from a burning building in Metropolis when he heard it. It was 8 months after their awkward paperwork, yet not a night went by where Jon didn’t think about it. At night he would jerk himself off the image of Damian fingering himself, hot and desperate with need.
“Batman to Superboy, we have bees in the wind, I repeat, bees in the wind,” Batman’s voice crackled through the earpiece. Jon felt his heart spike. Faster than he had ever flown before, he flew to Gotham.
Jon burst through the front door of Wayne Manor, using his super hearing to locate Damian’s heartbeat, he followed it to Damian’s bedroom on the second floor. Jon paused before the door of Damian’s room, taking a deep breath to settle his nerves. As he did so the door flew open, revealing a pissed-looking Damian.
He was sweating and his face was flushed. He was still in his robin suit, but it was partly undone and he wasn't wearing his mask. He breathed heavily as he looked at Jon.
“What took you so long?” Damian snapped.
“I’m sorry, I flew as fast as I-” Damian cut Jon off by grabbing the front of his Superboy suit and bringing him into a searing kiss. Their lips crashed together in a frenzy. Damian immediately opened his mouth and allowed Jon to slip his tongue in. Damian bit his tongue teasingly and moaned. Jon kissed back with enthusiasm, nipping at Damian’s bottom lip and bringing his arms to grip the other. One hand wrapped around Damian’s waist and the other tangled in his hair, tugging and caressing.
Jon slowly led them into Damian’s room, careful to shut and lock the door behind them.
“Dami, how are you feeling?” Jon asked in between kisses. Damian whined.
“Hot, so hot, I need you, I need you now,” he moaned, pushing Jon into another kiss.
“I’ll take care of you, don’t worry, baby,” Jon responded.
Damian moaned into the kiss at Jon’s words. He felt hot all over, a burning feeling in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't think straight. He wanted- needed - Jon inside of him now.
“Beloved,” he moaned. He didn’t care that they were not technically a couple, Jon was his. Damian gripped Jon’s hair with a tight hold that had Jon seeing stars.
Jon pushed Damian onto his bed and crawled over him. Using one hand he pinned Damian’s arms over his head as he started to kiss and suck along Damian’s neck and throat. Using his other hand, Jon held Damian’s thigh and brought their flushed bodies against each other. He parted Damian’s legs with his own, placing himself in between them like it was his right. Damian whined and thrust up, grinding their clothed erections. Jon encouraged him by grinding down, providing more friction.
“Jon, please,” Damian begged. The heat in his gut was becoming unbearable.
“Shhh I got you,” Jon mumbled against Damian’s neck. He released Damian’s arm and brought his now free hand behind Damian and began to grip and massage his ass. Damian mewled at the feeling, hugging Jon close with his freed hands. Jon trailed his kisses down, kissing and licking Damian through his suit.
“Off,” Damian complained, tugging at Jon’s suit. Jon nodded and separated himself from Damian as he quicked tugged off his suit. He helped Damian out of his own before pouncing back on the other. He kissed right below Damian’s belly button, pausing to look up at the other before continuing lower.
Domain was a beautiful sight to see. He was flushed a pretty pink color which looked perfect against his tan skin. Dark love bites and bruises were beginning to form where Jon had kissed him and his hair was ruffled and messy.
“Jonnnn,” he groaned, confused as to why the other paused. Jon smiled against his skin and dipped his head down, giving a chaste kiss at the base of Damian’s dick. Damian gasped out and clutched Jon’s hair with a deadly grip. Jon didn’t mind, he continued leaving innocent pecks around the base of Damian’s girth, teasing him. The other whined and tried to buck against Jon urging him to action. Jon gripped Damian’s waist and held him down, preventing the movement.
He chuckled at the annoyed sound Damian made. Deciding to put Damian out of his misery, Jon suddenly took the other into his mouth. Damian’s moan was low and guttural, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and just like that, he was cumming.
Jon held still as Damian released in his mouth, rubbing a soothing hand on his thigh as the other spasmed. Damian collapsed against the bed, when he opened his eyes everything was foggy. The heat in his gut had subsided but he could tell, not for long.
Jon released Damian’s dick with a pop, licking his lips with a sly smile.
“Still with me, Dami?” He asked, leaning up to look Damian in the eyes. Damian nodded shyly.
“Kiss?” he asked quietly, causing Jon to smile brightly. Jon complied with the other’s request and brought their lips together in a slow and deliberate kiss. Their past kiss was desperate and a clash of tongue and teeth. In comparison, this kiss was passionate and in no rush.
As they kissed, Damian could feel his symptoms sparking up again. Their kiss slowly came apart and became a sloppy mess of tongue.
“Lube,” Domain huffed out. He would not be denied what he wanted this round. Jon looked around, and using his X-ray vision located a bottle of lube in the top drawer of Damian’s bedside table. He then used his super speed to grab it and be back in between Damian’s legs in the blink of an eye.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” Damian groaned, aroused by the show of powers. Jon’s heart fluttered. In the back of his mind, he knew it was the effect of the poison, but right now he didn't care. Right now the man he loved was begging for him and calling him hot, and Jon was going to savor every second of it.
They continued their kiss as Jon’s hands trailed lower and lower. He palmed the other's ass, kneading and grabbing. One hand suddenly disappeared from his ass and Damian heard the pop of the lube being opened. When Jon’s hand returned, his fingers were coated with a generous amount of lube.
“Relax,” Jon whispered to Damian as the first finger prodded at his entrance. As it sank in, Damian's head rolled back in pleasure. He had fingered himself before, but Jon’s fingers were thicker, longer. Damian felt nothing but pleasure as Jon started to curl his finger and thrust it in and out. It must be because of the sex pollen , Damian thought. Soon Jon had added another and was scissoring his fingers back and forth inside Damian. Jon took his time making sure Damian was thoroughly prepared. He knew his dick was much bigger than the average human male, and that combined with the knowledge Damian had never taken a cock in him made him extra cautious.
When he felt satisfied with his work he pulled out his fingers. As they exited they made a wet squelch. Damian whined at the loss, squirming at the feeling of being empty.
“Shhh,” Jon comforted, kissing Damian a light kiss. “I’m gonna flip you around now,” he told Damian. He then did as he said, flipping Damian onto his stomach. Damian propped himself up on his elbows, spread his knees, and looked back at Jon in anticipation. Jon would remember this image for as long as he lived. Damian, all wet and stretched, presenting and ready for the taking.
Jon pumped himself a few times before lining up with Damian’s entrance. One hand guided himself into position, while the other held Damian’s hip, rubbing his thumb affectionately. As he pushed in, the pair moaned. Jon went slow, pushing in centimeter by centimeter. When he finally reached the base, he released a breath he didn't know he was holding. Jon’s head dropped down and he rested on the back of Damian’s neck, giving it a kiss.
“You’re tight,” he groaned. The only response he got was a whine for Damian was completely consumed by pleasure and heat. Jon stayed still, allowing Damian to get used to the stretch, but beneath him Damian whined and began to rock himself back and forth, fucking himself onto Jon’s cock.
Jon moaned in pleasure as the other moved. Lifting himself up, he took Damian’s waist in his hands and used it as leverage as he began to thrust. His hips snapped to meet Damian’s movements.
“So good, Dami, so good,” he babbled. Jon was picking up his pace, slamming into Damian harder and faster. Damian moaned at the overwhelming sensation of pleasure.
“Cum- I’m going to- JON,” he moaned out Jon’s name as he spilled his load onto the sheets beneath them. Jon felt Damian clench around him as he came. Damian collapsed forward, his arms giving out, but Jon wasn’t done. Grabbing Damian’s wrists he held them back by his hips, keeping Damian’s chest from hitting the mattress. Using the new leverage, Jon pounded mercilessly into the other man. The room was filled with the sounds of slapping skin and the moans of the two men.
“Fuck,” Jon cursed, he felt himself coming close. With a final hard thrust, he buried himself in Damian and came. Below him, Damian came again as well, his orgasm dry.
The pair were panting and breathing heavily. Jon leaned down and held Damian, to which Damian let out a sigh.
“Thank you,” Jon whispered, turning Damian’s head and bringing him into a chaste kiss. Damian savored the feeling of Jon pressed against his back and his lips on his before passing out.
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When Damian awoke, he was in the same bed but in a fresh set of pajamas and tucked into clean sheets. Beside him, Jon lay sleeping peacefully.
He watched as Jon’s chest rose and fell evenly. Jon’s arms were wrapped around him holding him as if his personal teddy bear. His eyes traced the curves of Jon’s face, his eyelashes, nose, and lips. He burned the memory of this moment in his mind for safekeeping. He never felt safer than this moment in Jon’s arms. When Jon’s blue eyes fluttered open and looked at Damian, he froze.
“Are the effects all gone?” Jon asked. Damian pursed his lips. He felt completely fine and positive the sex pollen effects had subsided. But… he didn't want Jon to leave. He didn’t know what their relationship would be like after this and he was scared. Scared because he had never felt like this with anyone. Just one more , he thought. One more and then I’ll let you go .
“No, I feel it starting again,” he lied. Jon’s face showed surprise, but he didn’t question it.
Jon knew Damian was lying. He knew because he knew Damian better than anyone. He knew his body language, mannerisms, and heartbeat. In the entire world, Jon would be able to recognize him in an instant. And so when Damian lied, Jon could tell. But Jon also trusted Damian, and also selfishly wanted to hold him again. So he didn’t comment and instead reached up to cup Damian’s face and bring the other into a slow kiss.
This time they fucked slow and soft. They faced each other, Damian’s legs wrapped around Jon as he pushed in. Jon didn’t hold him down or pound into him, he held him gently and kissed him the entire time as he slowly thrust in and out.
Damian felt his heart swell and sting. He felt so loved and in the moment he pretended it was real, that Jon wasn’t just doing this because of a contract, but because he wanted to. He pretended they were lovers. Little did Damian know, Jon was doing the same. He was imagining life by Damian’s side, not just as his crime-fighting partner, but as his partner in life. They made love under this pretense, not realizing the only thing preventing it from being a reality was themselves.
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Jon woke up to rustling sounds from the other side of the bed. He peeked his eyes open to see Damian trying to silently get out of bed and put his clothes on.
He’s leaving , Jon realized. His heart hurt and he shut his eyes and pretended to still be asleep. He should have known this would happen. For Damian, their shared night was nothing but a necessity. For Jon it was heaven, and now he must face the fall, an Angel with his wings cut and heart torn.