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Only two hours from Respawn's scheduled departure from the island, Damian cornered him to his bed, bared waist-up and skin warm from the morning sun. Respawn turned, in the middle of packing what would be his only bag for his traversing of the nearest city. Damian's hands splayed out and touched Respawn's waist, one dragging down to his hip, and Respawn barely got out the words, "Fuck, no, come on—"
Damian captured his lips with his own, insistently warm. His fingers tugged at Respawn's shirt, working it up the length of his stomach while he distracts him. His breath squeezed slowly out of his chest, stolen with each passing kiss. The back of Respawn's knees hit the wooden edge of the bed, and he let himself drop down on it.
Damian kept trying to wrangle Respawn's shirt off of him and he kept trying to keep it on, with little success. "Why are you doing this? I don't have time to—"
"Shut up," Damian said, and interrupted him with a short kiss. He was hunched over to reach, with the bed so low to the ground. "Plenty of time. You don't take that long to come."
Respawn felt the flush sweep up his face with startling swiftness. "Fuck you."
"Mmm, bad manners," Damian replied, voice all soft and raspy. He let Respawn keep his shirt, but he didn't stop kissing him. Respawn shivered, the heat twisted in his gut.
"Says you?" Respawn mumbled, one palm braced against the bed behind him and the other drawn to Damian's naked torso, gliding over brown skin. It was darker from being under the glaring sun so often, sculpted to the toned muscle beneath— making swimming a regular part of his routine emphasized his lean physique. "You're the rudest brat I know."
"You don't know a lot of people," Damian said.
Respawn raked his nails down his side, in retaliation. "That's what I want to change, you ass."
"I know people," Damian said. "I can change that for you, easy."
A flash of irritation made Respawn inhale, and he shoved at Damian's chest. Damian straightened up, giving him space. Not too much, their legs were still touching, Damian's knees brushing between Respawn's calves.
"My whole life has been tied to you without my permission," Respawn said, catching his breath. "I want— no matter what I can't… be separated from this. I don't want that. I just want my own life."
Damian crossed his arms. "With the Wilsons? Even with…" His jaw clenched briefly, voice quieting. "…your father dead?"
Respawn looked away. "Didn't I already say none of our family stays dead?"
Damian clicked his tongue. He dropped smoothly to his knees in front of him, and Respawn blinked down at him, cocking his head.
"I only mean to… provide other options," Damian said.
"I don't need you to provide for me, weirdo."
Damian pinched his thigh. It felt like a bug bite, so Respawn didn't react. "I know you know I didn't mean it like that."
"That's a lot of 'know's," Respawn said. It's getting to his head a little, with Damian at his feet this way. Knowing the guy, it's probably on purpose. "How do you know I know you know?"
"Because I'm the one educating you," Damian said flatly. Respawn screwed his face up with displeasure.
Damian reached up to tweak his wrinkled nose and Respawn swatted it away, scowling. "Don't treat me like a baby."
Damian stood up and turned while he scrubbed the back of his head, angled for his uniform strewn up by the window. "I am older than you."
Respawn snorted. Bitterly, he thought that it wasn't very hard to be older than him, since he never had a chance to grow up naturally. He collapsed on his back in the bed. "I'm taller."
Damian stiffened, the lines of his back flexing as his shoulders drew in. His neck bowed, chin lowered. It was a strange reaction to such a mundane comeback, and Respawn lifted his head curiously.
A gusty sigh relaxed his body, and the moment passed. He resumed his movement, where Respawn had assumed he was going to get dressed for the day, but he instead reaches into his utility belt and plucks out a bottle of lube.
Respawn gaped as his half-brother twisted around to prowl towards him again. He threw up his palms, hastily propping himself up on an elbow to try and scoot back. His face went hot again. "Are you kidding? I thought you were done with that!"
"You're wasting my time," Damian said, sounding like he was about to smile. Jerk.
"Good," Respawn said. Damian hummed, and his hands— one still clutching the lube— lowered to push down his pants. Respawn's mouth went dry, heart rate spiked.
His cock had still been mostly flaccid, only just starting to thicken between his legs. His knee lifted onto the edge of the bed and he crawled in, guiding Respawn's infuriatingly pliant thighs apart to fit himself between them.
"Damian," Respawn said.
Damian's ears reddened, eyes darkening. At the sound of his name, his cock visibly got harder. Respawn dragged his gaze up from it to scowl at him.
"Might as well jerk off in front of a mirror," He said. Their voices were… remarkably similar. Their speech patterns could vary, but the pitch, intonation, and pace were almost identical.
"Where'd you hear that line?" Damian asked, and smoothed his hands down the insides of Respawn's thighs, thumbs resting on the stretch of fabric over his crotch. It's still strange to be touched, even after two weeks of exposure.
He can't help his reactions to it, gooseflesh erupting and lung capacity shortening. It's much harder to be angry with his half-brother enough to fight when he can make him feel unfairly good with his body alone.
"Wha'd'you mean?" Respawn said, sliding his foot on the bed, knee against Damian's warm ribs.
Damian stretched forward to kiss him, and Respawn sighed into it. Damian pulled back, and tapped Respawn's side. "Off."
Respawn paused a beat, then chased after his mouth in order to nip his bottom lip. Damian grunted, a shaky exhale gusted over Respawn's face. Respawn demanded, "More politely."
Damian's eyes narrowed. He heaved a breath. "Please take off your stupid clothes."
"Well," Respawn said. Close enough. He lifted his shoulder blades off the bed to wiggle his shirt off of his body, and then his hips to remove his pants and underwear. The second he's fully bared, Damian grabbed his waist and dragged him closer, before flipping him on his stomach. Respawn blinked rapidly, face smushed against the blankets. Why would—
Oh. Respawn went abruptly still, hardly breathing. Damian's hand rested on his ass. Oh.
"Damian," Respawn said again, a bare whisper.
Damian didn't falter. His fingers trailed back and forth over the flesh, softer than the rest of his scarred body. "Do you want to try?"
Respawn wanted to try everything. Even though he didn't quite know what everything meant, sometimes. "Uh. Mm, yeah."
Damian slid his hand down the curve of his ass, to his thigh, and guided his knee into bending, the other leg straight. Respawn curled an arm under his face to bury it into as he heard the cap pop open behind him. The shuffling of Damian getting on his stomach, below him.
"You look good," Damian said quietly. "Like this. You're so easy for me now, aren't you?"
"Shut up," Respawn mumbled. Warm fingers touched his ass and spread him apart, and before Respawn could summon enough embarrassment to react, a slick digit nudged at his entrance and sunk slowly inside. He remained stock-still.
"Stop that," Damian said, miffed. "Relax, brother. This isn't meant to hurt."
Respawn's voice came out muffled. It felt strange. "I didn't say that it hurt."
"It will start, if you don't relax."
His face doesn't stop burning. "How do you always know so much about this stuff?"
Damian's voice came out like he was smirking. "How do you think?"
Damian's finger flexed, slowly stretching him out. It was warm, and easier than he expected. Respawn counted his breaths, tried his best to melt into it. He was steadily getting hard, aching against the soft sheets.
"Next time," Damian said contemplatively. "You can be the one inside, if you want."
Respawn's mouth fell open, as Damian sunk his finger deeper and curled it, dragging against a wall as he pulled it back. He's felt Damian's hand around his cock, and his mouth, hot and wet, and he imagined what it might feel like to be buried inside something as tight as Respawn currently feels. "Umm, mmhm… okay."
There's a short puff against his thigh. Lips drifted over the line of a scar, and then Damian's cheek rested on top of it. A second digit delved into his hole, and Respawn made an unfamiliar noise, hips lifted uncertainly into the feeling. A moment later, the fingers curved and pressd down, and Respawn couldn't suppress his desperate rasp of, "Damian!"
The pleasure was intense, of cloud of static descending his brain. His cock twitched against his stomach, muffling his long moan into his arm as Damian drags his fingers over and over that spot, flaring them out on every other pass to stretch him out more.
Damian's breathing was deep and slow, like he was measuring them so they didn't sound out of control. At least Respawn could tell he's getting something out of it. A flurry of kisses flourished against his thigh, one on his ass. A slow inhale of his skin as his fingers plunged in and out with a steady pace.
"Do you like it?" Damian asked huskily.
"Does it sound like—" Respawn gasped out. "—I hate it?"
A third finger was added. He whimpered. It was just— fuck, yeah he liked it. It felt good, sue him. There's enough lubrication that it's really wet, paving the way to inside him, and the heat of Damian's fingers are made all the more apparent. He's never thought much of it before, besides the few times Damian would silently trail a touch near the area while he was between his legs, just a brief one, without lingering.
He should have figured Damian would wait until the day he was leaving before broaching the topic. If he said anything, Damian would've probably said he was mulling it over so he was prepared, but Respawn would've just replied by calling him a coward.
Respawn lifted his head, which felt far heavier than usual, to glance at his half-brother down his shoulder. Damian noticed, and lifted up on an elbow to meet his gaze, the pace of his fingers slowing. His face was reddened, pupils wide and dark, lips slick like he'd been biting them. Respawn's stomach fluttered.
"Want my cock?" Damian murmured, tipping his head to the side. There, Respawn watched, the flex of his collarbone, the motion of his shoulder.
Respawn didn't reply. He dropped his head and closed his eyes for a brief moment to gather himself. He shifted, knee braced to the bed to lift himself up. Damian startled, but slipped his fingers out of his ass, to sit up while Respawn turned over onto his back. His cock throbbed, warmth spread across his whole body. He avoided Damian's eyes as he spread his thighs apart.
"Yeah," He said roughly.
Damian cupped his thigh for a solid moment. "It's easier if you stay on your stomach."
Maybe. Respawn chewed on his lip, shook his head. "I don't care."
Damian's hand tightened on his leg. Respawn looked up, found his expression dark and— strangely hot. "Alright."
Damian nudged closer, held his hip as he guided his cock to Respawn's slick, open hole, and before he pushed inside, he paused to work his mouth— even though they were both plenty lubricated— and drip spit onto his own cock, some landing on Respawn's hole. Respawn swore feverishly under his breath, Damian smiling at the sound of it. It was a lot, it was, fuck. Respawn's head dropped back to the bedspread, scraping oxygen through clenched teeth.
Damian's— inside him. The boy he was meant to serve, to be apart of, his cock pressed up into an empty part of him. He was full, for the first time, taking the one thing he wasn't meant to have. The burn was good, and he found himself focusing in on it.
"Oh, that's," Damian hissed, head bowing, his hips jerking into Respawn's tight heat. The quick motion jarred a moan lodged in his throat, Respawn's hands gripping the sheets.
Damian withdrew, near to the last inch, and thrusted inside again. Again. Again. Respawn's dick bobbed with the responding bounce of his body, hard quakes as he was fucked resoundly into. Damian was usually quiet with whatever sounds he made, but it seemed to be difficult for him to maintain that calmness now. His face was slack with pleasure.
Respawn could barely keep his eyes open. The bed groaned as the thrusts became deeper, the snap of his hips meeting the messy grinding of Respawn's.
The thick hardness buried inside him twitched, disturbingly alive, heated flesh, filling him up. Angled hard into that sharp home of pleasure within every few thrusts. Respawn couldn't fucking think, could barely breathe, his thighs shaking in an effort to spread wider. Damian bent down to kiss his open mouth and he couldn't have held back from cumming even if he tried.
"Ah, ah, fuck, Damian," He panicked against his half-brother's lips, body bracing for the vicious sprawl of his orgasm, drawing him up tight. Damian muttered something back in a different language, and one of his hands suddenly caught Respawn's, fingers interlocking against the bed.
"Go on," He said, after a sloppy kiss.
Respawn came. Hard. His brain fried itself with fever, overwhelmed with the sensation, Damian fucking him, his own cock sputtering wet warmth all over their stomachs.
Damian kept going for a few long minutes. Rocking inside him, breathless moans tight to Respawn's neck. The shock of orgasm prolonged by the continued stimulation.
"Feels so good, Respawn," Damian slurred, over the noise of Respawn's whine. "Feels so fucking good. You're so good, on my cock. For me."
He pulled out, carefully, and manuevered Respawn's slack thighs to press them tight together around Damian's dripping erection, bending his legs over his torso. Respawn arched with a cry as his cock slides partially over his own, continuing to thrust into the squeeze of his thighs until completion.
Damian twitched and stalled, head of his cock a dark circle between Respawn's pale thighs. Fluid shot off in quick, short ropes from the slit, making a mess of Respawn's pelvis.
They both breathe heavy in the aftermath. Clarity returned gradually, in the form of his ass feeling bizarrely empty and the cum cooling on his skin. Sweaty all over, like after a good fight, head so light he could be floating. Damian lied his legs properly on the bed.
Damian squeezed his thigh. His head turned, and glanced at the clock on the far wall. Respawn watched warily as he slowly blinked, and looked back down at Respawn.
"We have another hour," He said.