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Light filtered through the window, casting a golden, warm glow on the kitchen. Jason was moving around, opening the fridge and the cabinets in succession to gather all the ingredients he would need to prepare breakfast.
It all felt domestic—Jason was so relaxed, and it was in moments like this that Dick could almost believe that nothing wrong had ever happened. If he pretended hard enough, he could believe Jason hadn’t died, or come back a murderer.
Dick had invited himself into Jason’s apartment with the correct timing to still watch the entire process, and to ensure he would be able to influence it and guide the one last detail that remained.
He liked watching Jason, and wondered in what ways that would change once everything fell into place. He wouldn’t need to hide anymore the way his eyes lingered on Jason’s waist, or his thighs, or his lips, when he wasn’t wearing his helmet.
Jason went about adding frozen sliced strawberries and bananas into a mixer, then he added just a bit of water and closed the lid.
“And just that?” Dick said.
Jason rolled his eyes, but opened a cabinet, pulling out a bag of protein powder from there. He added one, then two scoops of it over the fruits and then started to mix.
Perfect. Dick had calculated the dosage well.
Jason finished the smoothie and put the contents of it into a first and then second cups, pushing one towards Dick, taking a seat on the other side of the table.
It was obvious that his baby brother was exhausted. His movements weren’t as fluid as they were once he was rested, and the bags under his eyes spoke of bad, sleepless nights—courtesy of Dick pulling him into a case that had been more or less constructed to be impossible to solve.
Soon, Jay wouldn’t need to worry about any of that.
“I’m gonna crash after this,” Jason said and took a sip of his cup. Dick didn’t touch his, and instead pulled his phone, pretending to type and send a message while he waited for Jason to drink more. “I won’t be able to help you tonight,” Jason added after taking a large gulp from his cup—by now, almost half of its contents were gone.
“I know,” Dick said and stood up, taking his cup and poured its contents down the sink.
“Dick, what the fuck? That's food—if you didn’t want it, you could have just said so—”
It was adorable, the way Jason’s eyes were huge as he tried to understand what was going on. His brother, a dangerous murderer, still innocent like that. It infuriated Dick. It turned him on more than he liked to admit.
At first, Dick had thought he would need more forceful ways of getting a heat inducer into Jason, but he was pleased to find out that wouldn’t be needed.
“Nothing Jay, I’m just fixing things here. I know you don’t like a messy place.”
Jason blinked, stared at his cup, then at Dick. There was a flush spreading on his cheeks and down his neck.
Yeah, the really quick stuff, just as Dick had been promised.
“What—” Jason said, the word gasped and breathless. “What did you put in my—”
Clever Jason. Just, too trusting.
He tried to stand, but his legs didn’t really firm beneath him, and he fell gracelessly back on the chair.
“Stay calm, Jason,” Dick said, coming to stand behind his brother, hands going to his neck. “It’s a heat inducer, a mild paralysing agent,” he answered as his hands wandered lower, briefly ghosting over Jason’s nipples over the fabric of his t-shirt, and then up again, going to remove the scent patches over the mating glands on each side of his neck. “And an aphrodisiac.”
Jason let out a whimper, trying to close his hand over Dick’s arms, and then to sink his nails like claws, but it was to no avail. His muscles were weak to even grip, and the attempted attack felt more like a caress. Dick pressed his hands over the patches.
“I’ll—” Jason started and then stopped abruptly as Dick removed the patches.
But god, Jason smelled heavenly. He shouldn’t be hiding this. Or, well, maybe he should; Dick liked to imagine this was something just for him.
“Don’t worry. The paralytic is fast acting. I would never risk you like that,” Dick said, leaning down and inhaling Jason’s scent. “By the time it wears off, you’ll be just… mindless with your heat and the aphrodisiac, and you’ll be begging me to fuck you, to mate you—which I’ll do, of course.”
There was another whimper. Fear started to sour Jason’s sweet scent, obscuring the natural sweetness. That wouldn’t do. Jason needed to understand that this was for the best.
“Bruce has plans for Red Hood,” Dick said, though it was useless to explain anything to Jason then. Firstly, he wouldn’t remember any of it, and, secondly, it wasn’t as if he could change anything. Maybe once they were mated, Dick would try to explain things better—he wasn’t one of those alphas that treated omegas like they had no rights. All of this wasn’t about Jason’s designation per se, but about how his designation aided in Bruce’s—now Dick’s—plans. “He asked for my help, you know?”
Jason’s eyes were huge, his mouth open in the ghost of want, but most of all, surprise and fear. Dick kissed Jason’s neck, lingering on the mating glad for a second, savoring the tremor that hit Jason’s body.
“Bruce was going to mate you, Jay, and he would make you miserable,” Dick explained. “You know he would. I couldn’t let him do it—and you would prefer me, wouldn’t you?”
Jason didn’t reply.
Dick, well, he didn’t plan on letting Jason do just anything he wanted, but he couldn’t be worse than Bruce.
“Tell me you would, Jason,” Dick murmured against Jason’s neck, his lips brushing against the sensitive mating gland with more intent now. “Tell me I’m not a monster for doing this.”
Jason gasped and squirmed on the chair. “I’m gonna kill you for—” the phrase was interrupted, words dying out in a low groan that tapered off into a moan that Jason immediately tried to repress. His hips hitched and he spread his legs a bit wider as his scent flared more. Good thing Jay had quality windows and doors, or all his neighbors would be getting a whiff of his heat.
Dick lapped at Jason’s mating gland, the omega pheromones getting fast to his head, making his alpha instinct to mate awaken, not completely unlike—he supposed—the cocktail he’d just given Jay.
“I’ve wanted you like this for a while,” Dick whispered. The confession made him feel dirty and it made it impossible to pretend this was just avoiding a worse fate for Jason. Truth was, Bruce’s plans had been an eye opener for him, an opportunity he wouldn’t pass—if Jason was going to end up mated without much say in it, why couldn’t it be to Dick? “I’ll treat you well, be the best alpha you could have.” And the best alpha to help control Jason.
“Please,” Jason said, “don—”
Dick pushed his fingers into Jason’s mouth, pressed over his tongue. “Shhh.”
He buried his other hand into Jason’s dark, curly hair. They stayed there, Dick doing an imitation of fucking Jason’s mouth, while he massaged the omega’s scalp with tender, slow movements. The gradual change in Jason’s disposition was noticeable: at first, he did nothing, didn’t move except for the occasional twitching of his hips and legs and attempts to talk despite the intrusion in his mouth. Then sounds started to escape him, little whimpers and moans that sounded like music. And then, after many minutes of patience, he started to tentatively suck on the fingers. Most telling, his eyes were shining and desperate.
“Perfect, Jay,” Dick praised. “Show me how you’ll suck me—” not right now, because the most pressing matter was to mate his brother, but eventually… well, eventually Dick intended to spend hours to no end buried inside that mouth, his knot locked behind Jason’s teeth, keeping them locked for a small, perfect eternity. Jason sucked with more enthusiasm, tongue circling around and between the digits. “Good omega.”
Jason closed his eyes at that and moaned, a blissful expression falling over his face. His scent had also lost all notes of acrid fear, and his sweetness was only mixed with the smell of his slick, saturating the room and disturbing Dick’s thoughts. Just a small amount of praise got Jay like that—Dick supposed he had Bruce to thank for the way his brother was desperate like that.
“You need it badly, don’t you, little wing?” Dick asked, eyes fixed below, between Jason’s legs, where a dark spot on his sweatpants revealed just how wet he was.
There was a distressed sound, and Dick pulled his fingers off of Jason’s mouth. “Okay, Jay, you do need it, I know.” With that, he knelt beside the chair and unceremoneously pushed his hand into Jason’s pants, first over his underwear, just to feel—actually feel—how wet his brother was, but he didn’t take long on that. Jason was getting more and more worked up, trying to buck against his hand, so Dick wasted no time and pushed his hand inside Jason’s underwear.
Jason gasped, trying to stand up and hump his pelvis against Dick’s hand. The desperation was delicious. Right now, all pretense that he was doing this for Jason was gone, even to Dick’s own mind. He had fantasized about this, and he was getting everything he’d wanted.
There was so much slick that the slide of his first finger into Jason’s cunt was easy, an almost unavoidable thing. Dick soon was pushing two fingers into that hot clutch, and then three, because Jason was opening up so perfectly for him—of course he was, his body was getting prepared to get knotted. Jason had thrown his head back, and the sound of his pants filled the room.
Dick took his time fingering Jason, the promise of what would happen later the only thing stopping Dick from simply stripping and burying his cock into the omega right there and then. There’d be a lot of time for that, but for now, he wanted to make Jason lose any remaining sense he had. With his thumb, Dick massaged Jason’s clit; slow, careful circles, that made Jason let out a rough, broken sob.
“This is where you would have always ended up, you know?” Dick said conversationally to the insensate omega whose only responses were moans and cries as Dick worked him. “You were always mine, ever since you were just my little brother, taken away from me too soon.”
In his less controlled days, Dick wondered if Jason’s death had saved him from becoming someone worse.
“Hnnn—” Jason cried, clenching rhythmically around Dick’s fingers, the orgasm taking the omega without much preamble, worked up as he was with heat and the aphrodisiac.
Dick didn’t stop fucking his fingers into the omega, well past the point of overstimulation, enjoying the way Jason couldn’t do anything but take it.
“Just a little bit of pollen and a heat inducer and there you are, huh, Jason?” Dick said, some anger bleeding into his voice without his awareness. “A goddamn slut for your brother,” he controlled the anger, letting affection, instead, color his voice and control his movements as he continued to fuck his fingers into Jason and, with his other hand, caress Jason’s side.
“Yeah.”
Dick blinked—it was the first proper word Jason had said in a while.
“My baby brother became such a slut,” Dick said, pumping his fingers with renewed fervor. “But that’s okay, because you’re mine—mine to fuck, to own, to love, and you like that, don’t you? To finally be loved.”
“Please,” Jason babbled, his hips jerking involuntarily, and his head turning to the side, exposing his neck. “Yeah,” he paused and then added, “fuck me, alpha.”
Dick could have been any alpha, couldn’t he, and Jason would have begged like that.
“I will,” Dick replied, his fingers pressing against Jason’s g-spot, grinding, making the omega shudder and close his legs abruptly as he shuddered through another orgasm.
“Present for me, and I’ll fuck you.” Dick commanded, pulling his fingers out of Jason and turning away for a brief moment to remove his pants and t-shirt—and to calm down. He knew, deep inside, that this was just his own hormones talking. There was no threat to him now—not even Bruce would have any claim on Jason, once this was done.
When he turned back, Jason had removed his own clothes entirely and was already on his fours, head dipping low against the floor, his torso in a beautiful arc to keep his ass up, exposing the pink folds of his pussy.
Dick jerked his own cock before pressing it against Jason’s slit, sliding up and down. He pressed just the head inside Jason’s cunt and was rewarded by a high pitched moan and Jason pressing back against him, trying to take more of his cock. The temptation to tease Jason more, make him really work to get what he needed was strong, but Dick pushed those thoughts aside and buried himself inside Jason, once again the promise of ‘later’ giving him the will to do what was needed and not necessarily what he wanted.
Not that he would complain about the tight clutch of his brother’s cunt around him. Fuck, he loved Jason like this—none of the rebellion, none of the mouthiness, none of the disagreements that made them incompatible.
Once the heat was over—probably as it started to taper off—Jason would be angry, and he would try to rebel. It would be… a long process, to make him understand that this was the best way, but Dick was sure he could get there. Either way, Jason was now mated to him, and the compulsion to obey and please his alpha would be too strong to resist. Not that Dick had any doubts Jason would fight it, but in the end, it would be all useless.
Jason would be his now, until one of them died.