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Tim Drake is a lion mer, which means the pointy ends of his fins are covered with with venom.
Jason was trained out of any toxin affecting him, due to his training Talia sponsored for him plus the insistent poke of an equally, if not more lethal mer pup.
Jason had gotten to nurse the pup, it was nothing to be close to the possibility of it actually affecting him.
In fact, his time spent nursing the pup when his mother was brought elsewhere cemented something in Jason's already crumbling psyche.
Having a pup nursing from his chest produced endless endorphins in Jason's brain. Damian's little fangs poked and probed at Jason's breast each time. It didn't entirely harm him, not in any way Jason couldn't stand. At some point he grew so used to it, it only ever made him dizzy, made his muscles slack and relaxed.
Which, sue him, it was nice.
Which was easy to get used to, but now with Jason back in Gotham, after doing what he had to, he was alone.
Jason ached, and loneliness manifested in awful, over compassing ways.
Jason's Omega was another type of hungry.
It was a mix of want and extreme need for belonging.
Jason did not have a pack, not like he used to. It was not the pack he was born into with a mother and a father with a doomed fate, it wasn't the one with Batman, a butler and a distant brother, not even the one with a nurturing woman and her lone pup.
Jason was alone, aching and desiring. And Jason wasn't used to contain emotions bursting out of its seams.
To say Jason was intrigued by the new kid Bruce had let become Robin would be an understatement. It was a nice surprise to find out Timmy had a weaker venom than Damian did. It made Jason coo, a myriad of emotions swirled in his chest. Jason wanted to squeeze him with his tail until his eyes popped out. Metaphorically speaking, that is.
That was years ago, Jason learned to keep to himself, he kept his distance with the Bats, messed with them only when his inner Omega voice got unbearably loud.
It only grew out entirely out of his control when his heat arrived, three years damn later.
Omegas don't typically hunt down Alphas, not because it's against their nature, at least for to Jason's species, but sometimes need, raw and lively like an exposed wire made it essentially impossible to neglect.
It was heat, it was desire, it was the utter need for a pair of venomous fangs buried into the exposed, sensitive skin of his neck, right where his mating glads needed the stimulation.
Jason didn't even find Tim, he just happened to stumble across him.
The little Alpha looked cute with his new cape and armor around his hips and arms. A newer design for the Robin outfit.
Jason's grin stretched wider over his face, either his maws ended bloody after chewing on Tim's limbs and tail or he could actually end up with a numb, bitten neck and a knot sealed into his cunt.
His mouth salivated at either outcome.
He could tell the Alpha didn't expect Jason to be there, the boy was a little too much of an easy prey. Jason lets out a fiery growl in delight. He can't wait for his Alpha to stuff him full, for him to thrust into him wildly until it was all Jason could think about, taking away the sheer need to be filled, for the ache and hollowness in his chest to reside to give way to more and more.
It was such a bad idea for Tim to decide to live on his own, not like Bruce could get in his way with just how needy Jason was for an Alpha. He'd kiss that mouth full, he'd cant his own hips against the Alpha's, he'd smear the leaking slick from his throbbing slit insistently against the Alpha's own throbbing arousal, grinding hard and fast until he could coax that cock out.
Jason needed that searing need in his core to cease.
He needed an Alpha. One who'd he could get in his claws and have them take him.
"Jason!"
The Alpha's smell was beyond addicting, so easy to track when Jason's entire system was in over wire. Musky and bloody and that slightly sour-candy taste of a toxin. Jason wanted, wanted, wanted.
Jason lets out a small howl, permeated in need and demand for an Alpha to take him.
To pup him.
God, Jason needed a pup in his belly so badly.
His Alpha was talking to him, so loudly but Jason's head was filled with cotton, he couldn't think much, could not focus on much other than the latent need his pained body demanded.
He was finally flush with his Alpha, body akin to feeling as hot as the geysers near the Lazarus Pit. There's a pleased moan, closer in pitch to a needy whine. It takes Jason longer than usual to realize he's hearing his own Omega voice, finally coming out of his own throat.
"Tim..." Jason moans, pressing his hips to his Alpha's in shallow, desperate thrusts.
His Alpha moves, quick aborted movements that alert Jason's quickly flaring instinct. His Omega finds it displeasureable, either his Alpha wants to harm him or get away and Jason can't handle any of it.
Jason shoves himself forward in a desperate motion, yearning for more. But then...
Jason cried out as a burning sting spread from the side to his rib-cage to the rest of his quickly slacking body. Quickly, pain filled Jason's nervous system, his eyes fluttered, unable to even see anything. Jason loudly moans at the familiar sensation, add the delicious scent the Alpha near him is exceeding; he's positively gushing out slick from his quickly dilating cunt.
Jason is so enthralled in his own bliss he almost misses the satisfying sound of his Alpha's aroused growl. The way Tim shoves Jason down to mount him is entirely impossible to miss, though.
They're both panting rapidly, Jason has to look upwards to face the Alpha, his normally light blue eyes are gone, invaded by his dark pupils, widened by pure animal instinct. Jason's Omega preens at the sight.
Jason is about to be taken, to be bred.
His mouth goes wide with a pleasured moan. Happy and overwhelmed with the idea of finally being possessed. His body is plaint, his blood is rushing, his lymphatic system is flowing with aroused hormones and pheromones. Begging to be filled, begging to be bred.
That's what Jason needed the most.
When Tim plunges into him Jason's mouth goes wide in a loud, unabashed moan. The hollowness in his core is filled, his swollen inner walls find the contact as though witnessing a miracle, the ache is liberated. Jason's mind is one of pure exhilaration, flooded with pure endorphins, the venom working through his system deems his body immovable and pliant. The intrusion is painless, even if the rest of his body is burning, burning.
Once inside, the Alpha doesn't deter, Tim starts fucking into Jason's warm whole with a single purpose; to breed. Maws close on the junction of Jason's shoulder and neck, claws sink into his hips, pain explodes. Poison keeps him from struggling, from spasming over the flashes of pleasure he feels with each wild thrust, blood and its smell ebbs around them, it floods his system all the more, his body is kept in place as he's entered over and over. Jason's moans are nearly silent, body nothing but a thing for the Alpha to breed into. A warm place to deposit his virile seed, for Jason's body to keep and nurture.
Jason reaches a high, his mind goes over the moon. His eyes roll back as his body is assaulted, again and again.
He gasps, taking gulps of oxygen from his filtering gills, his own claws grab onto the Alpha plowing into him.
"...Tim!" Jason cries out.
It's too much, he feels too much.
He doesn't feel nearly enough.
Tim's pace is unforgiving, fucking into Jason's tight slit, forcing his walls apart every time he barges in, making him gush out in response with his arousal, his scent. Jason thinks he draws blood from Tim as well, he can't figure out where is so much blood coming from otherwise.
Jason tenses when he feels the base of Tim's massive cock engorge.
"Oh." Jason moans weakly.
Tim is going to knot him.
His ryhtym grows in intensity, Jason's sounds turn higher. Tim's claws grip tighter onto Jason's sides, at the back of his lower back, pushing and pushing, further sending Jason over the edge with each savage movement.
Jason groans, grits his teeth when the tip of Tim's dick punches against his vulnerable cervix, softened by the Omega's fertile state. It feels so good, it's so painful it's almost unmanageable, but Jason wants more, more, please.
Jason latches to the Alpha as more sensation comes back to him, more pain, more pleasure. His body must have metabolized the venom running through his veins. Willing to put up with the adversity in order to be bred. Despite it, because of it.
Tim growls, pulling Jason impossibly closer. Jason's core tenses in anticipation.
Jason keens, the rim of his cunt stretching with the assault of Tim's knot widening and widening as Jason's tender insides are filled with rushes of strings of hot cum, injected directly onto the entrance of his cervix.
Jason moans, a long, dragged out, satisfied noise as he's finally given what he's been craving for. Begging for. Tim is finally breeding him, filling his tender womb with his virile seed. He undulates his hips, chirping happily as his fertile womb distends as he's flooded with the sticky substance.
The heat doesn't leave his body cruel and abrupt to tell him what he's let his body be brought on himself, what he chased. How he went after an Alpha in hopes of getting what he wanted. Instead it bleeds out of him slowly but surely, when Jason comes back to himself, he's feeling as exhausted as he feels sated.
He's looking up with a blurry sight above, the dark ceiling of an apartment he doesn't remember getting at, there's barely any light. As they're used to in a drowned Gotham.
His body is being rocked in rhythmic intervals. Jason notices he's still tied to the Alpha who he succeeded to seduce, Jason's arms are lax where once they gripped tightly with bloody claws onto the Alpha's shoulder blades. Finally relaxed after the assault the entrance of his womb received. When Tim's arms are still firmly coiled around Jason's pliant form.
Tim is still coming inside him...Jason stirs at the unconformable feeling of being filled beyond his brim. Tim is purring lowly, equally satisfied himself as he successfully bred a receptive, fertile Omega. Jason moans softy as his sensitive rim is still nudged at each minute movement.
That seems to awaken Tim out of the pleasant slumber he fell into after doing his deed.
Jason's belly is tight with anticipation suddenly. He can't exactly predict what Tim's reaction about the possibility of having a baby with him would be like, when he comes out of the high that comes with the summoned rut that came along an insisting and horny Omega.
Jason huffs softly, he didn't really planned this. When he's on the deep end he tends to just not think and just do. Connect, one way or another, and that way seems to mean to have his sort of brother to shoot his load into him and mate him.
Jason has been wanting a baby. He didn't plant to do anything about it, he didn't think he could do a good job on his own, nor could he bring some Alpha to the point of sticking with him. Jason sighs, the lodged base of Tim's cock is finally softening, making lefover cum float aimlessly around the water around the, now without a purpose.
If it did take, Jason would keep the baby either way. He'd have to figure out a way to handle things of his own, feed another mouth other than his. Learn some actual parenting, he guesses the do's and don't's from his own collection of parental figures over the years might come handy now.
It was hardly and if though, Jason's fertile window had been wide and open for the Alpha who rammed his sperm into him to take.
Jason might as well be already pregnant.
He's brought out of his thoughts when Tim's hazy eyes lock into his.
Jason blinks blearily.
Tim blinks back slowly.
...Is it weird that he doesn't feel the awkwardness that he feels should follow?
So that happened. What should he say? 'Sorry for hunting your ass down until you mated me?'
Jason doesn't feel an ounce of regret, but he thinks he might if Tim did.
Jason purses his lips together.
"Tim..."
"Sorry," the Alpha blurts out.
Now, Jason is confused.
"What are you—"
"I bit you, I poisoned you. I knotted you. God, I could have gotten you pregnant!"
'Could have' is an understatement, Jason chooses not to bring it up considering the Alpha's distress.
Tim is panting, and it's not from residual excitement.
"Hey," Jason says firmly, "It's not like you raped me or anything," even as he says it he winces.
Tim makes a sound as if he has been punted in the guts. Which is a sound Jason knows intimately.
Hah, good times.
"Hey," Jason repeats, "Really, if anything I was the one who chased you."
Tim's face crumples. If Jason was facing stress and a guilt stricken look before, now Tim looks at him with a face full with doubt, "Yeah," he sniffles. Is he actually crying? "Why did you?"
Jason tenses.
As if he knew. Because Tim was closer to approach? Easier to hunt? Because Jason was so lonely, that he'd sleep with the last Bat who gave him a hand when he needed it? It had been Tim who gave him info and released him from freaking jail that one time, it had been mostly transactional, he knew, but Jason's heart had fluttered each time without fail.
Is he really that easy and desperate?
His inner mortifying monologue most be visible on his expression, the Alpha gently dislodges himself from Jason's sex. Jason winces as his cunt spasm around nothing as it is left free to retrieve to his dormant form. Jason feels Tim's cum oozing and bubbling free from the seal of their union.
It still feels utterly satisfying to be filled that way.
Jason groans softly at the emptiness, his body is left adrift once they separate, Jason has to latch onto the railing of what used to be a staircase to ground himself. His mind is still hazy with the leftovers of hormones and the satisfaction of damn good sex.
The Omega watches unimpressed as the Alpha swims around, groans with his head in his hands. He looks more stressed than Jason thinks it's reasonable.
"This didn't have to happen," he says scandalously, which ouch but also, understandable. "I have a boyfriend!" He screeches.
Jason actually winces at that. He failed to know about that very important piece of information.
Sheesh.
Jason actually swims towards the younger Alpha to reassure him, "Hey," Jason says, "I know it was messed up and I'm sorry. If the knot did take you don't have to worry about it."
Tim's face whips towards him, "You're giving up on the baby?"
Jason's eyebrows raise, then he says slowly, "...No."
It was an odd way to phrase it.
"All I'm saying," Jason resumes, "Is that you don't have to worry about me knocking at your door for pup support or anything."
Tim's face scrunches again. Jason holds back a sigh. What now?
"Jason," he says, with a resolution on his voice so present it honestly intimidates Jason, he's not sure in what way, "If the pup is mine then it's only right that I—"
"Oh, wow. Yeah, we're not doing this," Jason says, dismisses, shots down with a rifle as soon as he could. He doesn't need this pity, especially when he brought this on himself. He really doesn't see a pup of his own like a burden either. It'd be a nice thing to wake up to, to live for.
Sue him, he had little things that pushed him out of the comfort of his cave anymore.
Jason kicks his tail in a swift movement, ready to leave whatever this was.
"Jason, wait—!" Tim might be quick and stealthy, but there are little things about growing up as a street urchin that nothing else teaches you. Like sneaking away in Gotham city while it was pitch dark outside.
It's not the first time Jason succeeds to escape from an Alpha hot on his tail.
Jason doubts it'll be the last.