Title: Replacements
Fandom: DC
Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd
Rating: NC-17/M
Warnings: Boy sex
Word Count: 2, 100
Author's Notes: I don't even know what happened here.shiny_glor_chan wanted hate!sex and I wasn't actually planning to write it but then I did. Turns out her Jason!muse got into my brain and fucked Timmy. So this is for her. Also, I've never written sex before, so be nice.

 

 

"Tim?"

Tim looks up to see Jason standing next to him. He's dressed in civvies with a red domino mask and he's looking down at Tim with an unreadable expression.

"Have you come here to fight me? Can I take a raincheck?" Tim asks flatly.

Jason doesn't say anything, but Tim can read confusion in his face. Although that could be easily explained by the fact that Tim is sitting on a rooftop in jeans and a shirt. Jason sits down next to him, swinging his legs over the edge of the building and watching Tim intently.

"Where's the costume Boy Wonder? I thought it would have been against Bat's rules to skulk around without your costume," Jason's insult sounds almost forced but Tim is too exhausted to remark on it.

"It's gone," is all he says.

"The costume? Your costume? What happened, I thought you were Dick's favourite," the bitterness is obvious this time.

"Damian has it now," Tim answers, picking at the loose stones on the roof.

"The little brat? What the hell?" Jason stares at Tim, not bothering to mask his surprise.

"Not my exact costume. But Robin. Damian's Robin now," Tim feels like lying down, so he does, the cool concrete of the roof causing him to shiver.

"Hn, now you know how it feels to be replaced," Jason comments, but it doesn't really sound vicious.

"Like something has been ripped out of my chest," Tim says quietly.

Jason is silent for a minute but just as Tim is starting to suspect he didn't even hear the comment Jason shifts to look at Tim, taking off the mask.

"I'm sorry," he says, and his eyes are gentle and Tim almost believes him.

"So am I," Tim doesn't know if he's apologising to Jason, himself or someone else entirely.

They watch the night sky in silence for a long moment. Tim is trying too hard not to think because Jason is watching him out of the corner of his eye and it doesn't feel threatening but it doesn't feel safe either. He shivers, and it's only partly from the cold.

"Come to my apartment, you'll freeze to death out here and I have something for you?" Jason says it like a command but Tim knows it's a question.

Tim raises his head to look at Jason, who's standing up by now, trying to work out if it's safe. He realises that he doesn't really care.

"Yeah, I'll come"

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Jason's knows apartment is small and cluttered but he figures that Tim is past caring. There's some batarangs lying forgotten on the bar and Tim picks them up and twirls them in his fingers absently as Jason heads into his bedroom.

"Here, put this on, you're nothing but skin and bones" he says, throwing Tim a jacket, "do you even eat?"

"Not recently, no," Tim looks at him with a strange, intense expression and Jason wants to smack it off his face.

Instead he just heads to the fridge and rummages around for something to eat. He finds some left over take out, and puts it in the microwave. As he waits for the food to heat up he watches Tim subtly, he's half curled up in the couch, eyes flitting around the room and Jason wonders if he's just curious or working out escape routes. Tim looks as though he hasn't slept in a considerable amount of time and his eyes have that worn appearance of someone who has recently been on a crying jag. Jason finds this more distressing than he should.

When the microwave beeps Jason is startled out of his thoughts. He takes out the food, grabs a pair of chopsticks and hands it all to Tim, who digs in eagerly.

"Slow down there Boy Hunger," Jason jokes and realises his mistake too late as Tim looks up quickly, expression pained.

"Crap," Jason pauses to wait for Tim to return to the food, "when was the last time you ate anyway?"

"Couple of days, maybe more," Tim mumbles around a mouthful of food.

"And when was the last time you slept," Jason tries to keep the worry out of his voice, he knows he shouldn't care anyway.

"Don't know, it's been a while," Tim shrugs.

"Idiot, doing things like that gets you killed," Jason mutters at him.

"Why do you even care?" Tim asks angrily, "you tried to kill me."

Jason doesn't say anything.

"You stabbed me in the chest with a batarang!" Tim shouts at him.

"You took a crowbar to me! A fucking crowbar! Don't you know anything?" Jason shouts back despite his efforts to keep a level head.

"I was trying to stop you from killing me, I still have scars from where you sliced me with that batarang!" Tim huffs, putting down the food and standing up.

"I didn't want to kill you! You should have joined me," Jason snaps back, stalking forward to prod Tim in the chest, "Dick threw you out, you could have been my Robin."

Jason realises his mistake again because suddenly Tim's fist meets his face and he staggers back.

"Don't you dare! Don't you ever say that to me again!" Tim shouts brokenly.

He strikes at Jason again, but Jason blocks Tim's punch and throws one in return, aiming at Tim's stomach. All the air rushes out of him at once and he has a shocked expression on his face but it quickly returns to anger. Jason wants to punch him again.

"Don't ever call me Robin! I'm not your Robin and I'll never be your Robin! I'm not anyone's Robin!" Tim screams and it almost sounds like a sob.

When Tim gets close to him again Jason realises it was a sob, because there are tears streaming down Tim's cheeks. The surprise is enough to allow Tim to barrel into him, knocking him down to the floor. Tim punches him again and Jason growls back angrily, Tim has him pinned so he bucks and Tim is out of it enough that it works. Jason grabs Tim's wrists and pushes them to the floor next to his head. Jason is straddling his waist and has positioned himself well enough to keep Tim there forever.

He watches in distress as Tim writhes under him, choking out little half sobs with tear stained cheeks. His eyes are shut tight, face contorted in pain and Jason has to grip him tightly enough to bruise his wrists in order to keep him down.

"Stop it Tim!" Jason yells.

"Let me go! Let me go, let me go, let me go," Tim is shouting at first but it gradually quietens to more sobs.

"You're not going anywhere until you calm down," Jason says calmly.

"WHY DON'T YOU JUST KILL ME ALREADY!" Tim rages at him.

Just as Jason's eyes widen in shock Tim suddenly stills, and Jason knows the words are only just registering. Tim is staring up at him with bloodshot eyes that are so full of pain Jason can't help but feel sorry for him. And Jason doesn't know how to make Tim stop looking at him like that, but he can't let Tim go either. So he takes the only action he can think of.

He leans down to Tim and kisses him. It's not gentle and it's not even sane but Tim opens his mouth to Jason and something in the boy seems to break.

Jason can taste the salt of Tim's tears and Tim kissing him fervently and suddenly Jason remembers what he is doing.

"What the fuck?" Jason pulls away from Tim.

Tim just stares at him confused, and then that hurt look comes back and now Jason really wants to smack it off his face. But then Tim lifts his mouth to Jason and Jason lets him and then they are kissing again. Jason tries to regain enough self control to push Tim away but Tim's fingers find their way under his shirt and they're ghosting across his skin and Jason can't help deepening the kiss.

They move together roughly, Tim tugging off Jason's shirt and discarding it carelessly. Jason skips past Tim's shirt and gets to work on Tim's jeans. He wriggles out of them with some difficultly as his mouth still hasn't left Jason's and he's still half pinned beneath him.

Once Tim's pants are off Jason grabs him by the shirt and stands up, hauling Tim with him. He shoves him onto the couch before quickly shucking off his own pants and briefs. Still standing, his leans over Tim and kisses him fiercely. Tim wriggles and shifts awkwardly and Jason moves to watch Tim finish stripping.

Jason climbs onto the couch, lying on top of Tim so that their groins are pressed together and as Jason moves his hips Tim groans.

"Jason, I haven't. I've never," Tim tries to explain, stumbling over the words.

"I know baby bird, I'll be gentle," Jason promises with a smirk.

He brings two fingers to his mouth and slicks them with spit. Tim is staring at him with wide, shocky eyes but he doesn't look scared just nervous so Jason leans in to kiss him again before pushing one finger into Tim. Tim arches up under him and lets out a breathy moan. He quickly adds a second finger and Tim makes this lovely little gasping noise that Jason decides he needs to hear again.

As Jason scissors his fingers inside Tim, he presses kisses along Tim's throat, listening to all the sounds Tim makes and enjoying the way Tim bucks slightly with every twist of his fingers. Tim reaches between them and grabs Jason's cock, tugging at it in rhythm with his own tortured movements.

"Jason, please," Tim pants out.

Jason removes his fingers and smirks as Tim lets out a whimper at the loss of contact. He shifts to line himself up with Tim's entrance and pushes in slowly. Tim's hands are scrabbling over Jason's back and his head is tossed back, biting his bottom lip hard enough for it to bleed. Once Jason is fully inside Tim, he keeps his hips still, instead ducking his head to kiss Tim, tasting the blood on his lips.

Tim squirms under him, and lets out an intelligible moan that could be anything from "please" to "Jason" to "fuck" but Jason understands what he wants and starts moving inside him.

Tim's hands make their way to Jason's hips and they're gripping tight enough to leave a bruise but Jason ignores the faint pain and slowly pumps in and out of Tim.

When Tim starts to arch to meet Jason's thrusts he quicken's his pace, savouring the little moans that Tim is making. Tim runs a hand over Jason's chest, catching a nipple between his finger and thumb and rubbing it lightly. Tim's other hand tangles in Jason's hair and Tim pulls Jason down, locking his mouth to Jason's throat and gently biting at a knot of muscles. Jason lets out an involuntary shout and thrusts jerkily into Tim.

Tim keeps biting and licking at his throat and Jason can start to feel an orgasm build inside him. He lets his hand trail down Tim's chest and wraps his hand around Tim's cock. Tim bucks into his fist and Jason jerks him in time with his own thrusts.

With a broken moan Tim cums into Jason's fist and that's enough to send Jason over the edge, with a few last sporadic thrusts he cums inside Tim and lets out a soft moan. Tim is shuddering, panting heavily and Jason kisses him deeply before pulling him up and shoving them both in the shower.

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Tim wakes up disorientated in a strange bed and hastily sits up. He quickly recognises Jason's apartment and swears under his breath. He notices Jason is gone and that he's completely naked so he jumps out of the bed and heads into the living room to find his clothes or Jason. Preferably both.

But Jason is nowhere to be found and his clothes are strewn around the living room. He dresses swiftly and takes one of Jason's jackets to keep warm.

As he walks past the kitchen bench something catches his eye, a bag is sitting on top with a note affixed to the front. He grabs it curiously.

Tim,

You need a costume and I'm not using this anymore.

Good luck searching for Bruce.

Jason

Tim peers inside the bag, it's obviously Jason's Red Robin costume. He smiles.

"This was exactly what I needed."