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It’s the month after Dick’s fifteenth birthday when he wakes up in the middle of the night with a fire under his skin.
All of him is burning, every nerve in his body alight, and he whines into the darkness of his room, kicking off his sheets and comforter. But that’s not enough, does nothing to lessen the heat thrumming inside of him, so he jerkily rips off his shirt and underwear, desperate for some kind of relief.
But nothing changes. If anything, the burning only gets worse, and Dick whines again, an instinctive call for pack to help even though he knows both Bruce and Alfred are too far away to hear him. He doesn’t even know what’s wrong, doesn’t understand what’s happening. There’s a need rising in him, a need that pulses behind his eyes and demands his attention, but he doesn’t know what that need is for.
Dick stumbles out of bed and to his bathroom, fumbling in the dark for the light switch and then turning the shower on, twisting the handle to as cold as it can go before stepping inside.
The shock of the freezing water helps, making Dick feel a little more clear-headed, and he leans into it gratefully, slowly sliding down the wall of the shower to sit on the floor, letting the stream pour down around him like pellets of ice, fighting the burning in his body.
Curling up on the floor makes his cock brush against his thigh, and while this normally wouldn’t be worth any note at all, today it is. Today the brief contact makes lightning streak up Dick’s spine, and he gasps, back arching as his hand flashes down to wrap around his cock, seeking more of that feeling.
He’s hard already; he has no idea when he got hard, why, but—but fuck it feels good to have his hand wrapped around it. He strokes himself roughly, groaning and whining into the isolation of his bathroom, chasing that need that’s so close he can taste it.
It doesn’t take him long to come, and Dick bites his lip until he draws blood as his knot pops, wrapping his hand tightly around it and squeezing, trying to emulate what his knot really wants wrapped around it.
Dick pauses. Blinks. Wait, his...?
Looking down, Dick sees that he wasn’t wrong; it is a knot at the base of his cock, bulging and large and pulsing with a need Dick’s hand can’t satisfy. It makes Dick grin, giddy and pleased. He’s had erections before, has gotten off many times, but he’s never had a knot before! He hadn’t reached that point yet, hadn’t gone through his first rut that would make him a real alpha instead of just a pup—
Oh, Dick realizes, head thumping back against the chilled tiles of the shower. He’s in rut, that’s what this is. Health class taught them about how this would go, how strong it would be, but—but fuck it’s so much worse than Dick thought it would be. He came only a minute ago and already he’s ready to go again, already that need is getting stronger once more, thrumming through him and refusing to be ignored.
Dick whimpers, stroking his cock desperately, seeking relief. But when he comes again the orgasm doesn’t bring relief, only makes him feel worse, because this isn’t enough. His body is desperate and this half-measure of his hand around his cock isn’t enough. Not just that, but it’s wrong. He isn’t supposed to be alone, he isn’t supposed to be fucking his fist in a cold shower. He doesn’t know what he is supposed to be doing but it isn’t this.
Bruce could fix it, Dick thinks, the thought crystal clear despite how fuzzy his mind is getting again. Bruce can fix anything, always has the solution. He’d know what to do. He’d help Dick make the need-desperation-pain go away.
Getting back to his feet is a struggle, but he manages it eventually, turning the shower off and grabbing a towel to pat himself dry just enough to not be dripping all across the floor. He doesn’t bother grabbing any clothes—the idea of putting things on feeling truly blasphemous—instead making his way out of his room and down the hall to Bruce’s completely naked.
He doesn’t bother to knock, this feeling too urgent to wait for permission if Bruce is even awake to give it. He pushes inside Bruce’s room, intent on heading over to his dad’s bed and shaking him awake, but the smell filling the room has Dick rocking back on his heels.
It’s...he can’t even describe how amazing Bruce’s room smells. Dick is extremely familiar with Bruce’s scent, and it’s always been comforting, been a scent Dick likes, but it’s never made him feel like this before. Bruce’s copper and cinnamon scent is suddenly the best thing he’s ever smelled, the most delicious, amazing, spectacular scent in the world. It freezes Dick in place for a long moment, unable to do anything but breathe in that amazing smell, overcome with how much he wants.
Like in a daze, Dick finds himself closing the distance to the bed, breathing as deeply as he can to pull in as much of that smell as possible. The scent becomes stronger the closer Dick gets, and it hurries his steps, cock throbbing as he chases the smell.
Bruce is lying on his stomach, arms folded under his pillow, expression slack and peaceful with sleep. He isn’t wearing a shirt, and Dick finds his eyes dragging over all that bare skin, something like pride filling him as he looks at Bruce’s big muscles, all his scars. His Bruce is so strong, so perfect. Such an amazing omega. Best one Dick knows.
Dick moves closer, shuffling up onto the bed so he can reach where Bruce lies towards the middle. He ducks his head to Bruce’s neck, a soft whine escaping him as the proximity to Bruce’s scent gland has the smell so strong, so amazing. Dick’s mouth is watering, and before he even knows what he’s doing his lips are parting, tongue darting out to lick Bruce’s scent gland.
In his sleep, Bruce makes a soft noise at the contact, and a burst of that perfect scent releases into the air. Dick gasps and leans in to lick the scent gland again, starting with small kittenish ones and then getting bigger when that continues to give him that sweet scent, dragging his tongue over the gland again and again.
Bruce’s scent is shifting slightly, getting warmer with arousal, and something inside of Dick preens, proud of himself. He’s making the omega feel good. Perfect omega is feeling good because of something Dick is doing.
Cock throbbing and painfully hard, Dick finds himself rutting against Bruce’s hip, quiet, pup-like whines escaping him. He needs—he needs—
Dick crawls even closer, swinging a leg over Bruce to straddle his hips, curving over him to continue showering the scent gland with attention. He humps mindlessly against Bruce’s back, fireworks shooting up his spine at every thrust of his cock against Bruce’s skin. It builds and builds inside of him, and then with a strangled moan he comes on Bruce’s back, hips jerking through it, hand lifting to wrap around his knot as tightly as he can.
Tears prick at his eyes though, because it isn’t enough. His knot is almost painful and he knows he needs more than his hand, he needs...
With hooded eyes, Dick’s gaze slides down to Bruce beneath him, the perfect omega. Bruce would always want to help, right? Bruce would want to help him. And Bruce is an omega, Bruce has a pussy, and Dick has watched enough porn to know that there’s nothing better for an alpha’s knot than being inside an omega.
Dick moves back slightly so he can pull away the blanket that’s pooled around Bruce’s waist, tossing it to the end of the bed to reveal Bruce fully. He’s dressed in just a pair of underwear, and Dick pulls those down carefully, heart pounding as he gets rid of the offending piece of clothing and leaves Bruce gloriously naked beneath him.
A new smell hits him then, and Dick follows it mindlessly, shuffling down the bed and bending over Bruce’s body until his face is pressing into the space between Bruce’s legs. Dick breathes in, and then a shudder runs down his spine, a moan escaping him. God, if he thought Bruce’s scent was Heaven-sent before, it was nothing compared to this. Because Dick’s attention to Bruce’s scent gland has made Bruce produce slick, and Dick feels high as a kite just from breathing it in. He could live on this smell and this smell alone and be a happy man.
But he wants...he wants to taste, too.
As gently as he can manage with the desperation thrumming through his body, Dick parts Bruce’s legs just far enough to allow Dick to slide between them, but not so far as to be uncomfortable for the omega. He braces his forearms on the bed and ducks his head, nose brushing against the soft skin of Bruce’s inner thigh before reaching the source of that amazing smell.
Dick doesn’t hesitate to delve his tongue inside, a pleased growl escaping him purely on instinct as he tastes Bruce’s slick, lapping at the folds of Bruce’s cunt. It’s so fucking perfect, and the way arousal thickens in Bruce’s scent only eggs Dick on. He’s making his omega feel good. He’s a good alpha, he’ll make his omega feel oh so good. He’ll make this amazing for the both of them.
As he eats Bruce out, Dick humps the bed beneath him, grinding his cock into the sheets as his tongue works inside of Bruce. He’s never done this before, so he doesn’t really have any technique, but Bruce continues to produce slick so he must be doing something right.
Not long passes before Dick’s thrusts against the bed begin picking up, his need rising inside of him, and he scrambles upright immediately, desperate to not come in his own hand again. It hurt too much, it was too wrong, he needs to fix it. And maybe this will fix it.
Dick has never been as turned on in his entire life as he is in this moment, guiding his cock forward into Bruce’s waiting, dripping cunt. He gasps soundlessly, throat working, ears buzzing, as tight wet heat surrounds his cock, as a feeling of rightness fills him up. Yes, yes, yes, this is what he was supposed to do, this is what he needed, this is perfect.
He barely manages two thrusts before his orgasm hits him, a moan from Bruce under him sending him over the edge. His knot swells and then locks him inside of Bruce, spilling his cum into the omega’s cunt.
Everything goes a little hazy and distant for a minute or so after that, all of the sensations too overwhelming, too new, too perfect. Bruce’s cunt grips his cock like a sleeve, holding his knot like he was made to take it, and Dick leans down to scent Bruce as thoroughly as he can, feeling deeply satisfied as he covers the omega in his scent. His omega.
His perfect omega, warming his cock, holding his knot, taking his cum so sweetly. So soft and pliant beneath him, a perfect little sleeve for his cock. Giving him everything he could possibly want. His strong, fertile, lovely omega. He’s so, so lucky Bruce is here for him. So lucky Bruce loves him.
“So good,” Dick whispers, petting Bruce’s sides, enjoying the sight of his first release coating the omega’s back. “So perfect, Bruce. Perfect omega.”
Dick’s cock starts to throb with need before his knot even goes down, and it’s torture to hold still. He doesn’t want to hurt the omega, that’s a horrifying thought, which means not tugging at his knot, but Bruce is warm-wet-tight around him and he wants to fuck, arousal burning in his gut. He wants it so goddamn badly he can barely stand it.
He’s never been so grateful for something as he is for when his knot finally deflates, allowing him to move the way he wants to. So he wastes no time, eyelids fluttering as he begins to thrust.
It’s been a while since Bruce made time for sex—the activity falling very low on the importance scale, behind everything Batman and Wayne Enterprises—so he probably shouldn’t be surprised that he’s having a wet dream like a teenager.
The alpha is on top of him, their arousal so strong it fills the room, thick on Bruce’s tongue and making him more aroused in turn. The alpha’s cock is fucking in and out of his cunt with strong, powerful thrusts that fill Bruce up just right. It’s wet enough that Bruce knows it can’t just be because of him, even if he’s sure he’s producing a good amount of slick, and the fact that the alpha has already come inside of him makes Bruce give a small, pleased groan, clenching around the cock fucking him.
A pleased growl echoes through the room, the sound of an alpha happy with an omega, and the part of Bruce that he always shoves ruthlessly down preens a little under the approval, even if it’s only in a dream. Maybe especially because it’s a dream. All he has to do is lie there and let the anonymous dream alpha fuck his cunt like it was made for them, like Bruce is just a sleeve, a toy. An omega bitch made to just take it.
In real life, he’d never entertain such a thing. Would ruin anyone who actually thought omegas are just fucktoys. Has already, in fact, destroyed quite a few sexist alphas he’s met through his life who thought Bruce’s place was at home, carrying an alpha’s pups. They were wrong, and Bruce delighted in proving just how much better he was than them.
But this is just fantasy. This is just for Bruce, the creation of his dry spell making itself known. Here Bruce can be whatever he wants, can be turned on by an alpha treating him like a fucktoy, using Bruce’s cunt and body to get them off like that’s all he’s good for. Like he’s nothing more than a cock sleeve. No responsibilities, no weight on his shoulders, just lying in bed and letting an alpha fuck him the way the alpha wants.
He grinds his cock down against the mattress, moaning softly at the friction of that combined with the way the alpha is fucking his cunt, just so damn good.
“So good,” the alpha breathes, echoing Bruce’s thoughts. “Perfect omega, yes.”
Bruce’s brow furrows. That voice—that’s Dick, isn’t it? And the scent in the air, underneath the alpha arousal-happy-claiming...Jesus, that is Dick’s scent. Why the hell is Bruce dreaming about Dick? His Dick, his sweet pup—there’s no way his brain would conjure this up. Anonymous alpha, absolutely. There are even quite a few members of the Justice League Bruce wouldn’t be surprised to see pop up in a fantasy. But Dick? His pup isn’t even really an alpha yet, why would—
A needy whine cuts through the air, coming from the alpha fucking him. That’s...a very real sound, for a dream. It’s Dick, Bruce would know the sound anywhere, and it pulls at Bruce’s omega instincts, drawing him to the surface.
And then Bruce sucks in a sharp breath, because this isn’t a dream.
Fucking hell. This is actually happening. Bruce is being fucked, Dick is fucking him. Dick came into his room while he was sleeping and shoved his cock inside of him. Bruce was unconscious and as vulnerable as he’ll ever be, and Dick started fucking him anyway. His sweet little pup got his first rut and immediately came to fuck Bruce, uncaring of whether or not Bruce was actually consenting to this arrangement.
It...shouldn’t make Bruce moan. The fact that his son is rut-drunk and raping his cunt shouldn’t turn him on. He should stop this right away, shove Dick off of him, show him the consequences of forcing yourself on someone. Teach him to control himself during a rut, drill the lesson of consent into his alpha brain until Dick wouldn’t even be able to look at an omega if they don’t want him to, let alone touch them.
But Bruce doesn’t do any of that.
He stays relaxed on the bed, giving no sign of the fact that he’s woken up as his son fucks him.
“So good,” Dick says again, a little bit louder, this time on the edge of a groan. A hand clamps down on one of Bruce’s hips, tilting them up a bit to suit Dick’s needs, manipulating Bruce’s body like all that matters is chasing his own pleasure. Like Bruce is just a convenient toy, a place to shove his cock, a warm cunt and nothing more. Not the Batman, not the CEO of a giant company—just an omega bitch. Made to be fucked and knotted and bred and nothing else.
Dick pulls Bruce’s hips up even higher, other hand grabbing his free hip to aid in the effort. It presses Bruce’s face further into the pillow, and he feels—objectified, in the literal sense. Like he doesn’t matter, like he’s just an object for an alpha to use. Who gives a shit if Bruce’s face is pressed into the pillow, if his cock is trapped torturously against the bed, if he didn’t agree to have sex—none of that matters, just his cunt. Just a fleshlight for the presenting alpha.
Bruce groans, hips flexing back to meet Dick’s thrusts. Dick’s getting rougher the longer this goes on, more careless—his rut-drunk brain mixed with Bruce’s pliancy has clouded Dick’s judgment, made him feel invincible. He isn’t thinking clearly anymore, doesn’t realize no one could possibly sleep through the way he’s brutally fucking Bruce’s cunt right now.
God it feels good. To be taken like this. Raped in his sleep to make a baby alpha’s rut easier. A convenient hole.
“Good omega,” Dick coos, breathless and hungry. “Take my cock so well. Love it, love you, so good. My omega, all mine. Made to take my cock, aren’t you? To take my knot, my cum, my whatever I want to give you. God, Bruce.”
Bruce clenches down around Dick’s cock, both of them moaning. Dick’s thrusts get faster, the slap of skin on skin echoing through the room, the obscene wet noise of Dick’s cock plunging into Bruce’s dripping cunt.
Something begins to catch on Bruce’s folds on each thrust, and Bruce gasps against the pillow as he feels the knot growing. When was the last time he was knotted? When was the last time he let an alpha fuck him, let alone trap him on their knot? Bruce can’t remember—being knotted is giving up too much control. And his alpha partners certainly never pushed the issue.
But Dick has simply taken. Bruce knows the boy is practically high, and might regret this after he’s come out the other side, but Bruce wants this to happen again. Wants to be taken again, without care for his consent, without consideration. His pliant, sleeping body raped because an alpha decided they wanted him.
Dick’s knot pops, locking into place on Dick’s next thrust, and the boy mewls, rutting his hips jackhammer fast as much as he can, chasing his release until his pace stutters and he groans, the noise vibrating with an alpha growl as he comes in Bruce’s cunt.
It makes Bruce come too, being filled up, knotted, used. His cunt flutters around the knot, milking the alpha’s cock for every drop of come, hips rocking down against the mattress as he rides out his own orgasm.
Dick pets his sides gently, lowering Bruce’s hips back down to the bed to lay him down in a comfortable position. “So good,” Dick purrs, the air thick with alpha satisfaction. “My omega. So perfect around my knot. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
Bruce breathes against the pillow, clenching around the cock in his cunt, relishing the sensations for as long as they last. For now he can linger here, in this dream-like scene. Where he doesn’t have to deal with the real-world consequences of all of this.
When Dick’s knot goes down, the boy begins to pull out, and Bruce mourns the loss of it for barely half a second before it’s thrusting back inside of him, making Bruce gasp.
Dick isn’t done. He’s going to keep fucking Bruce’s sloppy cunt, keep using Bruce’s unconscious body for his own ends. Who knows how long this could go on? Who knows when Dick will snap out of it, or simply be spent enough to stop?
Bruce melts more firmly against the bed and basks in an alpha fucking him like a toy, content to stay like this and be used for as long as it lasts.