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The data was correct, if Jason had everything in order by the end of the season they could administrate the right amount of resources for the rightful quadrants, he’s been working close to three cycles with little to no rest and the screen brightness was beginning to bother him but Jason had this almost solved and he had everything under control, he could keep working but a certain someone’s presence was heavy enough on his back to have Jason’s antennas twitching.

“Can I help you?” Jason says to his older brother, annoyance freely dripping in his tone.

“There’s something I wanted to show you,” Dick says, a cheery tilt on his voice that has Jason worrying.

“I’m sure it can wait,” Jason says, “I’m busy—”

“It’ll just be a minute!” Dick says, and Jason can only groan as Dick uses his personal device to project whatever he wanted to show him onto Jason’s screen.

In the screen, an image—several of them actually, cameras from different angles, filming people and creatures from different species. On the side of the screen, assessments of several points arranged, data of the creatures’ size, built, virility.

“Is this… is this a breeding program?” Jason asks incredulously.

“It’s just the beta version of it, but yes. Everything else is functioning and ran by us, they’re all safe and effective and—”

“Dick—” Jason said, exasperation starting to build tension on the bridge of his brows Jason is sure would lead to a headache, his antennas stand tense with the upcoming of it. “What are you telling me here?”

“We all think this would be a good opportunity for you,” Dick says, his own cyan antennas glittering with his enthusiasm, it’s not with foul intent. Jason knows and yet.

Jason was about to point out that if this was about someone in the family having descendance, it wasn’t only his responsibility and it wasn’t his fault Dick was in a monogamous relationship with another Alpha, or that Tim’s relationships weren’t stable enough to warrant pups. Or how Cass preferred to prioritize her fists rather than her dick. Or how Damian was still too young to even think about it.

“It’s not about us forcing you to have pups,” Dick says, softer this time. “We just…we don’t want you to be alone.”

Jason sighs, “I’ll look into it when I have the time.” He finally relents.

Dick’s winning and warm smile is almost worth the effort.

Almost.

He had forgotten about the whole ordeal, but then Bruce brings it up at dinner.

“Dick said he showed you the beta version of the breeding program,” Bruce mentions after they all started digging in, crystal fruit had never tasted as bitter as that comment made it to feel.

“Yes, he did,” Jason said, “And I said I’d look into it, when I have the time for it.”

“This season is a great time to start planning, sweetheart,” Bruce said, struggling to have Damian accept the spoonful of cut fruit he was aiming into the toddler’s refusing mouth. “You can plan and select with a cold mind before your heat starts next season—”

“I still have to work on the expansion program, B. I don’t have time to think about being bred—”

A loud cough is heard from the other side of the table.

“Can we not talk about that when we’re eating?” Tim said, a wince on his face, the curved spoon far from his mouth as if it repelled him.

Jason rolls his eyes at the display.

“A heat is a perfectly normal thing for Jason to go through, let alone talk about,” Dick said reprimandingly.

“That’s not the issue,” Tim protests weakly.

“It’s only gross when you’re not talking about the Omegas you’re sleeping with,” Jason grumbles loudly.

“Hey, no. That’s not it.” Tim yelps.

“Either way,” Bruce interrupts firmly, “It’s a thing to consider.” he says, thankfully closing the topic for now, then smiles fondly at Damian’s face when the kid nibbles at Bruce’s thumb to slurp on the purée he finally accepted.

Jason’s chest does a funny thing at the display. He holds back a sigh, he didn’t want to think about it too deeply.

…

Jason ended up giving in, after Bruce, Dick, Stephanie and Barbara made all sorts of efforts to support Jason through the project he started. Jason had sighed, defeated. They could never tell him he was contradictory when he tried as much as he did.

It’s not that he didn’t want pups, nor has he ever made his family believe he didn’t. It was just too much of a responsibility and deep down, Jason feared he wouldn’t be a good dad. Even if the sight of a pup, or even his younger brother made his heart stir with affection and yearning.

Jason makes himself a profile, as now he has access to Bruce's program. Once he sets his preferences he begins to navigate. The problem he encountered first was that he didn't exactly know what he wanted in a partner. He stuck to the obvious first, aiming to filter his options as narrow as he could. Knowing Bruce he probably had the entire population of available breeders in the galaxy in his data.

A healthy and athletic lifestyle could come in handy if he didn't want to suffer with troublesome symptoms during his pregnancy. It would bring down good genes for his pups as well, so he started with that; good habits. Then came the looks, Jason was unsure for a second before settling on choosing a tall stature and a corpulent built. Then came the temper, he had to lean back from the screen to gather his thoughts about that. Someone lighthearted enough to pass that blasé attitude to his pups seemed like a good idea, with the agitated lifestyle he and his family had it would be appreciated.

He didn't limit himself to certain species, but he found a certain preference for anthropomorphic living beings; it sits right with him if the person who bred him had a head and a face for Jason to remember and read more easily.

The search came down the more Jason found his way around his preferences, his pickiness came in handy this time.

Soon there was a solid top five, a few Martians, a Kryptonian and a human.

A human, that made Jason stop to consider. He clicked on the profile for the human. A handsome male, tall and with a build that drew Jason's eyes to a tonified chest, narrow waist and muscular arms and legs, skin a pale orange yet with cool tone with rosy undertones.

Bruce had mated with a human to have Damian.

Jason purses his lips in consideration as he observes the man. It wasn’t often Bruce talked about Talia but when he did it seemed like she had taken a chunk of his life and brought it back in the form of their precious sibling. And while Bruce seemed melancholic each time the topic surfaced, it didn’t seem to be a choice he regretted. Before Jason realizes, he had spent a good proportion of the time he should have used to enter his sleeping cycle in investigating the man's habits, routine and location. And then, Jason had already made his choice.

…

Grant had noticed something strange a few weeks from then, it wasn’t a shadow stepping on his heels as they stalked him, it wasn’t a hacker trailing over his data and transactions, it was a stranger, more subtle thing. It was stars staring down on him and breathing down his neck, and he was starting to believe he was going insane. One thing was to detect threats from the most unexpected of places, another was to think he was being observed from the sky itself. He hadn’t felt this way since his mother dragged him to Church weekly after he had done something worth a pinch on his arm or a slap on his face.

It couldn’t be his guilt catching up to him, could it? Why would it show up now?

He tried to ignore it, at least as much as he could. He focused on his work and tried to ignore the tingling over the line of his shoulders every time he was outside during the night. But it wasn't only that haunting sensation, it was the weird objects he kept that kept sporadically showing up.

Medium sized boxes out of a sci-fi movie kept appearing in his safe houses. Placed neatly over his kitchen counter, next to his nightstand, on the coffee table next to his guns and knives.

Grant improved his security, nerves flaked open and raw, he called Alex at crack ass of dawn for the newest thing he had available to catch any threat he couldn't see even with his enhanced abilities and nagged him to figure out the weird cubes that kept popping up, he didn't want to touch them even if his old friend deemed them as neutral things, the whole thing was driving him up to a wall.

He had succeeded in keeping that particularity at the depths of his mind when he was working, until during a fateful night he was shot. Being injured is part of the work, Grant had learned to even enjoy the pain of it, his healing factor did most of the work on managing wounds instead of Grant having to worry about it.

This time, as he bled, with his hand pressing over the torn flesh over his ribs, maybe a punctured lung—that refused to close shut— his vision swam, his limbs didn’t respond, he stumbled, a bloodied hand leaned over a wall nearby, smearing the dry, blunt material with his life pouring out of him.

His eyes rolled back and before he could try to come up with a reasoning of why this was happening, or try to think of a solution, his mind retreated and unconsciousness claimed over his heavy body.

…

Coming back to the world didn’t come suddenly or painful as it would have been expected, awareness seeped into him slowly, he blinked away the blurriness clouding his vision, confusion stirred awake all kinds of warnings in his head.

A black ceiling with flashing blue lights, similar to the cubes now locked in his colleague’s personal arsenal.

Then came the person— creature? Looming over his body. A male with deep maroon skin, bright green freckles and shining eyes. Moth-like, teal antennas curled slightly over fluffy bicolor hair. A speck of white crowning over his forehead contrasting the rest of his curly black hair.

...What?

Was this a meta?

He's never seen one like that before.

“Hey,” the man greets softy. Voice silky and deep. “You're finally up.”

Grant squeezes his eyes shut for a second, forcing his mind to catch up with the situation. He couldn't move yet, his legs were atrophied and his arms remained useless to his sides. He manages to open his mouth, although no understandable sound comes out of him.

“Can you understand me?” The man says. Fiddling with something at his side, Grant could hear buttons being pressed. Some analog tech working. The man was sitting on his side on the same soft surface Grant was laying on, one hand working and the other resting close to Grant's unresponsive body. “I'm sure I configured this thing right,” he grumbles, mostly to himself.

“What the fuck?” Grant croaks weakly.

The man's attention is back on him in a second.

“Well, I understood that.” He says, with an honestly pretty attractive grin.

Grant raises an eyebrow. Then his eyes trail lower, the man has the build of a rugby player, thighs for days and a voluptuous chest and filled out arms. The thin black layer of fabric that covered him displayed all the valleys and ridges of his muscles, but Grant’s eyes almost bulged out of his skull seeing the translucent front of the guy’s chest, and how his nipples seemed partially swollen and erect in it.

The man notices him staring, he doesn’t call him out for it nor does he cover himself, but there’s a cute blush rising to his cheeks.

For once, ever since Grant was a teenager, his survival instincts are nowhere within reach.

A warm hand splays over his chest, and that’s when Grant realizes he’s naked. Stripped from his armor, clothes, and arsenal.

The soft hand travels down on him, stopping briefly below his bellybutton.

The man looks at him questioningly, producing a questioning hum as he looks at him, a curious glint on his neon eyes, Grant blinks himself out of his daze when he realizes how he had the other’s wrist in a vice grip.

Grant startles, and only when he realizes the soreness due to the movement in his body is absent of any trace of the mortal wounds he should have had does he soften his grip.

With newfound confidence, the man moves to straddle him, a mischievous wisp on his eyes, with glorious, thick thighs resting on each side of Grant’s hips. Grant’s hands immediately fall on top of them, caressing the black velvet fabric adorning the other’s body.

The next noise coming out of the beauty on top of him has him blinking.

“What?” Grant asks.

His mouth moves again, Grant’s eyes follow the movement, but he can’t identify a single word from the vibrating sound. He mostly feels it above him, his body buzzing as he says it.

Those brows crease in a confused little frown, and his antennas flick with displeasure.

Grant huffs minutely in amusement, he really is cute.

Again, he repeats, his lips moving into the same motion, but this time his lips move apart significantly, “J’son.” He says, pointing at himself with the hand that wasn’t splayed over Grant.

“Jason?”

The man— Jason, grins, a youthful, cheery thing that makes Grant smile back without thinking.

He chirps, “Yes, Jason. And you are?”

Grant huffs again, this time with a hint of skepticism. He looks around, past the man on top of him. He’s in a ship, that much is obvious considering the huge window casting an impressive sight of the Earth, it’s kind of amazing. But the familiar sporadic lights the ship has all over reminds him of the very things that turned his whole month into a horror movie.

“So you’re my little stalker?” Grant says conversationally.

Jason’s grin widens, rows of pointy teeth are exposed. And that probably shouldn’t have made his groin throb but it did.

“I figured you weren’t taking the gifts and messages as intended,” he says, his smile intact but a childish pout was audible in his voice.

“Oh, those were gifts? The creepy devices that might as well have been bombs?”

Jason chuckles, “Well, now you know what one of the gifts is.”

“That sounds useful, were you to have left a guide in a language I understood, or at least a little image on the front of the boxes.” Grant teases back.

“My bad,” Jason says, playful. It makes Grant forget his last month of agony. Then his flirty attitude comes back up to a notch, “I didn’t mean to get my stud getting the wrong idea.”

Grant blanches, “Stud?”

His head goes back to his closeted years during high school and his cursed online history. Years of repression mixing with hormones going crazy plus his family’s messed up relationship with sex was a disastrous combination.

Jason blinks, “Is that the right word?” he says, tilting his head to the side, the movement exposes the flesh of his neck and the muscle flexing underneath his skin.

“I mean, if that’s what you want me to be I can be the one for you just fine,” Grant says softly, eyes roaming over Jason’s hips.

Jason’s grin returns, he leans over Grant, grazing his plush lips against his in a barely-there kiss, then his hands come over Grant’s chest, massaging his sore muscles up and down, his lips place wet, gentle kisses over his collarbone, down to his sternum, his abdomen until he’s creeping closer to Grant’s crotch.

Grant’s breath is growing heavier by the second.

“So, what’s this?” Grant says, unable to keep his eyes off Jason, “You kidnapped me to have sex? You could have invited me for dinner first.”

A chiming laugh bubbles from Jason’s throat.

“I guess you’d call it that.”

“Cute, let’s not keep with the vague insinuations, shall we?”

Jason leans again, this time his breath fanning across Grant’s face.

“Why not? Isn’t this way more fun?” he purrs.

“For you, maybe sweetheart,” Grant says, although he’s proud to admit he accomplished to filter out the intimidation from his voice.

Jason purrs, his chest vibrating once again. Grant doesn’t know why he finds it so pleasant. He didn’t consider himself a cat guy until now.

The alien stretches, raising his arms above his head, and brings his hands back down over his own body, lining his curves and sides for Grant to admire.

The sensual motions is perhaps what propels him to reach boldly for Jason's hips, his thumbs caress the small dips on Jason’s pelvis, then over the alien’s belly, there is a small pouch, a subtle curve magnetizes him to pass his hand atop of it with curiosity. Over all of Jason’s odd and interesting features, that’s what has him enthralled?

Jason is not offended by his wordless inquisition, instead, he takes Grant’s wrists in a steady grasp.

“You’re going to have to be patient with me,” Jason tells him, “It’s a matter of minutes before my heat fully starts and I’m not going to be able to control myself as I am now.”

“Your heat?” Grant says.

Like an animal?

Grant doesn’t know when that is going to hit, until Jason starts rolling his hips against his. Grant’s breath hitches, and his abdomen tenses in surprise. Jason looks positively heated on top of him, his blush deepened and lowered to his neck and shoulders, he looks a deep cherry red.

The strength he uses to grind down on him is considerable, it could be a tad painful but it does nothing but turn him on further. Jason’s hands that once were stroking over his own body, start pulling at his clothes. At first, Grant thinks the action comes out of desperation, but then the alien’s dark clothes come apart easily like thin caramel. Discarded to the side as if they were nothing. Exposing thick, bulging muscles on his arms and an endowed chest Grant almost gapes at. It’s a different sight from under the clothing. Juicy pecs stare back at him.

Grant’s cock is pulsing underneath the alien.

Jason gasps as he feels Grant's erection growing.

The alien is panting openly, swaying his hips side to side. Upper torso squirming with sensations Grant can see on his erotic expressions. Jason's temperature is rising, he feels piping hot on top of him.

“You’ll fuck me so good I'll forget my own name, won't you?”

Grant sits up, closing his arm around Jason's hot frame.

“I think I can manage that,” he says quietly. Placing kisses above Jason's tits, trailing his way down. Jason lets out pleased sighs as he does. Latching his hands on Grant's shoulders.

Should he worry about contracting a foreign disease from a sexy alien begging to be fucked?

“Should we use protection?” Grant whispers against his collarbone.

Jason looks at him strangely past his aroused haze.

“I won't hurt you.”

Grant blinks, “That's not what I—”

His words die in his throat as Jason's mouth presses against his, his textured tongue explores Grant's mouth. (He really is sort of like a cat) Grant moans on Jason's tongue, his eyelids trembling as a mist of pleasure clouds his very reason.

Jason’s hands bury in his hair, massaging gently on his scalp in a way that —if Grant was capable of doing it himself, he’d purr—. Grant leans his head sideways, deepening the kiss as further as he can go while the beauty on top of him makes little, excited noises that swell Grant’s cock to the point he feels he’s about to burst.

When Jason separates Grant inhales sharply before chasing after him again. Jason chuckles, a charming sound that tinkles his ears. Jason draws away from him, his feline eyes don’t lift from him for a second, and beckons Grant close.

Grant follows through, comes anear. Placing both hands on either side of Jason’s head, kissing him once more before going down, nibbling and licking lines over the other’s body, Jason shivers with the attention.

When he comes to Jason’s hips, the alien rushes to discard the clothing covering his intimacy.

Grant stares between the alien’s legs, parted for him to examine. A sweet scent exuding from him is nearly enough to get him drunk on lust. There's a lingering confusion in his hind brain, telling him what's between the alien's legs isn't what he's used to seeing. Telling him something foreign and exotic could mean the death of him.

His cock throbs.

Grant leans forward, seeking that scent to be ingrained deep within him. Thick thighs close on his ears with a sudden force that makes him even dizzier by the second. The first lick almost throws him into a frenzy, the slick hole produces the tastiest thing he's ever had in his mouth, sweet yet tangy. His sight clouds and all he can think about is relieving the pressure building up in his cock.

He wants release.

The alien makes a surprised sound when Grant pulls him roughly towards him, guiding Jason's legs around his waist so he can align his twitching erection to that delicious hole.

Jason moans, loud and unabashed when Grant slides himself to the hilt in one go. The whines the alien makes as he clenches his swollen, moist walls around him in stuttered intervals, —involuntary— ignites a primal feel inside him.

Grant raises Jason's legs, settling his calves over his shoulders, making way inside Jason's cunt over and over, searching for an uncontrollable need to breed inside the tender clutch letting him have his way. He lets himself fall over Jason using both his strength and weight to piston deep into Jason's enduring pelvis.

“Fuck— yes…! Yes…!” Jason moans underneath, chanting for more, even if his voice cracks here and there as he braves out the force of Grant’s thrusts.

The flesh of his maroon thighs ripples, legs bouncing as Grant fucks into him with fervour. The moans and screams that spill out of him replete Grant with a satisfying thrill. Jason’s eyes roll to the back of his skull, his chest heaving, and his filled out pecs jumping with each thrust. Unearthly, green radiance emanates from his claws and freckles scattered across his chest, ripping with uncontained violence the sheets beneath them to shreds.

Suddenly, Jason’s insides start to vibrate, undulating and twisting rhythmically in a confusing pattern. It’s an experience he’s never felt before, it wasn’t just clenching or squirming from his partner underneath. It’s as unnatural and alien as the situation itself. Grant’s head is thrown back by the assault of sensations. It’s not unlike the way the alien’s chest would buzz as he purrs. But it feels so much more intense. So much more intimate.

“God, yes! Yes, baby. That’s it,” Grant groans.

Grant growls, sinking his fingers in Jason’s flesh, bringing him impossibly closer. His hips stutters once, twice, then he feels himself drained empty, painting the man underneath him white from the inside. Grant sighs, loud and with no modesty whatsoever, deeply sated to his bones. His body relaxes and as though his muscles were injected with analgesics, persistent even through his high metabolism, he goes pliant and spent on top of Jason.

Gradually, as the orgasm ebbs off him, clarity comes back to his mind.

He regains his breath on top of the alien, who in turn is petting his hair lovingly.

Grant feels rightfully pampered.

Jason kisses the top of his head gently.

“I'll see you in a few months, stud.”

A few months? Grant wanted to ask, but he was drained of energy. Before he could regain the will to make himself speak he had lost consciousness again.

…

Grant wakes up in his bed. Wondering that the fuck was the last thing he consumed so he can go and take double the amount. His body feels oddly healed as well.

That was the weirdest and hottest wet dream he's ever had. And that says a lot, he used to watch a lot of weird porn growing up.

He sits on the edge of his bed, processing that dream. His chest swells with affection, it’s been so long since he truly felt like he fell for someone. He envies the Grant from his dream.

But well, he still had a target before the week was over. He decidedly gets up and gets to work.

He’s not alone in his safehouse, though.

“Was the rave fun?” Alex says, unimpressed when he sees Grant come out of his room in boxers.

What?

Alex sighs, put upon. “While you disappeared for two days I managed to open two of the boxes. A bomb was in them, deactivated. The other seems like a message, and a robe.”

Grant’s eyebrows rise.

Jason really did think those things through.

“So it wasn’t a dream, huh.” Grant says mostly to himself, because Alex is mostly used to Grant’s odd little quirks.

“You really are going to need an extra bath to take those off, and it’s…explicit as well.”

This time Grant looks down, and he can’t decide on how to feel when he realizes his body is smeared in what would look like neon body paint all over his body, mostly over his abdomen, chest and crotch.

“I could probably explain this but as you said, explicit.”

Alex shrugs, “I have the time,” he says, as he walks to one of Grant’s cabinets to what he assumes, to make them some coffee as they usually did when Grant told him about one of his crazy sex escapedes, the first time time young Grant told him about an older man who looked a little too much like his dad he seemed more impressed and intrigued than judgy, which Grant had taken with much grace than any other reaction he could have gotten.

“Now tell me what the hell you got yourself into this time.” Alex says as Grant takes a seat by the kitchenette.

…

Bruce hears Jason coming in, senses his presence but between completing the coding for the program they’ve been working on and getting Damian to end his schoolwork he found it difficult to go greet him. Thankfully, Jason learned about a thing or two about getting the attention he needed.

As outrageous as it was for them.

“On the good news,” Jason says, catching Bruce’s attention, “Your little program worked, and on the even better news…” he says, opening the fluffy robe covering his body, showing a baby bump with three glowing spots cycling under his skin. “You’re going to be a grandfather.” He announces with a grin so bright it lights up Bruce’s entire world.