A/N: A drabble from my Tumblr account. Again, I really couldn't help myself with this one. I had read Heat by Rumble Spheres and in that instant, I knew any interaction between these precocious little shits would be absolutely delightful.

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Damian curled his fingers through the boy's mussed hair and tugged, a satisfied growl slipping past his lips at the wince it elicited. "What's wrong, Fowl? Am I being too rough?" He murmured, his voice a mockery of concern. The boy beneath him stared back defiantly with smoldering eyes, curtained by thick lashes. His expression, much to Damian's ire, remained impassive and uncaring.

"Oh poor, pitiful Damian," Artemis crooned, his tone cold and unforgiving. He dug his perfectly manicured nails into his triceps, his smile razor sharp. "Do you honestly feel emasculated enough that you feel the need to prove your worth by asserting your dominance?" He clucked his tongue, his expression all but patronizing. Instantly, Damian's lips curled back into a sneer, his grip tightening. This won him a quick intake of breath, and a glorious view of a pale neck.

He pressed closer, lips grazing the shell of his ear. "Do not presume to know me, Fowl," he hissed, his blood boiling. He felt rather than saw the boy's smirk, a derisive quirk of pale lips.

"Why I would never," Artemis tutted as if he were insulted. "I do not need to presume. Contrary to what you might like to think, Wayne, you are an open book. It's all a matter of looking into your quirks and idiosyncra-"

Before the blasted boy could add another quip, Damian shifted and enveloped his lips in a searing kiss, channeling his frustration in the frantic movement of his lips. It was rough, a clash of teeth and he was sure that he could vaguely taste a hint of blood. He moved his free hand to cup the curve of his neck, the boy's pulse dancing beneath his feverish skin.

Damian pulled back, smirking smugly at the uncharacteristic and almost comical look of shock that contorted Artemis' expression. He ran his thumb over the outline of his jaw, a cruel imitation of tenderness. He drank in the boy's flustered appearance; his bruised lips and the faraway look in his eyes. "Your move, Fowl," he sneered, cocking his head to one side. Instantly, Artemis' gaze hardened into a livid glare.