Title: Goodness Had Nothing to Do With It

Chapter Summary: Damien hates it when Dick trains.

A/N: This is dedicated to AmberSpirit, who, along with TheAlchemist'sDaughter, writes the most fantastic Batman fanfic known to man. It's titled the Boy In the Manor and it's freaking awesome. Dick has always been a favorite of mine, and I like Damien. He's spoiled, violent, and 20 pounds of adorable in a five pound bag.

I have spent weeks destroying plotline after plotline to figure what I was going to do for this pairing. I decided to watch a few of my favorite movies for inspiration and found Mae West. I love her. She's one of my idols.

Warnings: Slashy Thoughts. Minor (I don't know how old I'm making Damien but he sure as hell is not 18). Masturbation. Non-Con (sort of).

Chapter Title: He who hesitates is a damned fool.

While Damien Wayne hated to face his mistakes, he always knew that his worst one was studying Dick Grayson.

Contrary to what many people believed, Damien did not always dive head first into a dangerous situation. He actually put a lot of effort into knowing his enemies. As far as Damien was concern, Dick Grayson, the original Robin, the former Nightwing, and the current Batman, was his enemy. He took his father's place without any consideration to Damien's birthright, and had the nerve to treat him, someone who learned how to break a man's collarbone before he could walk, as a child. It was insulting, patronizing, and downright degrading. Damien was sure that the minute he caught his predecessor off guard, he would finally take what was rightfully his.

Therefore, Damien needed a plan. He studied the older man's history, his heritage, the short life he lived before becoming the first boy wonder. Damien remembered sneering at the lack of information his research produced. How was learning that his arch nemesis was a circus-bred Gypsy with abnormal catlike flexibility going to help him?

Answer?

It didn't.

In fact, it made matters worse. Damien began to pay special attention to the adult male, hoping to catch a weakness he could exploit. The only things he discovered were the disadvantages of puberty.

During training, Damien was forced to suffer the through hours of sublime torture. No matter what he did, the poor boy could simply not look away. Dick always started with his stretches, twisting in ways that would have made strippers jealous. The shorts Dick always donned in the summer because of the heat (despite the air condition that was installed) clung to him like a second skin. Sweat would trickle down his body like a god and Damien would constantly have to fight the urge not to lap it up like a hungry housecat.

What was worst was when Dick tried to have some fun during his hours in the gym. This exasperated Damien to no end. The training room should be for training, not prostituting himself on the gymnastics rings. The routine workout before their spars was always treacherous.

Damien had to fight every teen pubescent instinct not to groan and writhe at the erotic display his guardian projected. The man was a living wet dream when he bent elegantly on the balance beam, displaying his clenching ass to whoever walked in. Hell, Damien should just get a camera and post it off to the entire world. The whore would probably enjoy the attention, Damien concluded, frustrated at the thought.

"I'll be done in half an hour, Damien. Why don't you start stretching? Or you could even join me? " Dick suggested innocently.

Yeah, I like to join you, Damien thought maliciously. I'd like to join my dick with your-

"Damien?"

Damien flushed at his train of thoughts. Dick looked a bit concern and began to walk towards him, acknowledging the heavy blush accentuating his charge's cheeks. Was he sick? He would not be surprise if Damien was ill. His boy wonder was hardly the epitome of perfect health. While Damien kept his young body fit for crime fighting perfection, he only did the bare minimum when it concerned other issues.

So much like Bruce, Dick mused sadly.

Damien glared fiercely. "I'm fine. You get back to doing your little handstands."

Dick opened his mouth to say something but then closed it again. Nope, he seemed to be in perfect health. It must have been a teenage thing.

Half an hour past and Dick was almost finished by now. Damien scoffed angrily. Finally, the older male was done teasing him. He had to have known how provocative his movements were. He had to know the images produce by his arching back, how it imitated him being bent over like a whore, taking some man's cock like a pro. He had to have known the ideas that erupted from hearing his groans, wondering how loud he was in bed.

He was a fucking tease, and Damien did not know how much more he could take.

"Do you mind if I take a shower before our spar?"

Dick's voice snapped him out of his thoughts again. He was about to make a bratty comment. Claiming that it was completely irresponsible of him to make him wait so long, or that he was going to sweat anyways when they fought, before he noticed his own predicament.

He was hard. He was hard and he needed release.

Dick far away enough that the equipment could hide his view of Damien's little problem. He had never been more grateful of his tendency to stay far away from Dick during their training sessions than he was now.

He muttered a rough 'whatever' which Dick grinned obliviously at. Tramp, Damien thought with a heavy blush, even his smiles were sexy.

Once out of sight, Damien leaned against the corner of the wall, desperate to take care of his problem. He frantically stuck his hand down his pants, cursing himself for the crude gesture. It was completely unfair how Dick made him feel this way. He really should just go into the locker room and teach the man a lesson on his slutty behavior.

Damien cringed when the erotic picture was drawn in his mind. His hand tightened around his cock and he began jerking it wildly. He imagined himself marching into the showers, where Dick currently resided. Dick, oblivious to Damien's advances, stripped out of his clothes like a professional, revealing his muscular, but lithe body.

The hot water poured out of the shower, relaxing Dick's muscles but also lowering his defenses. Damien intelligently used the steam to cover up his tracks and make his movements undetectable. When Dick's guard was completely down, Damien could envision himself sneaking behind the adult and forcing him against the wall roughly.

"Damien, w-what are you doing?" Imaginary Dick questioned, terror clouding his voice.

"Teaching you a lesson," Damien smirked. He could see Dick's eyes widen at the statement, while his whole body reacted in arousal and fear. Dick tried to push him off, but the death grip Damien on him was too strong to break free. His face was rammed against the marble walls as Damien's hands moved lower to stroke him.

"No…" Dick pleaded, obviously loathing himself for his shameful reaction.

"Ha, I always knew you were a slut, Grayson. What's the matter? Do you like the idea of getting raped by a kid?" Damien mocked. "I bet you want my cock to split you open. You want me fucking your tight hole. You probably dream of going down on me and drinking up my cum over and over again."

Dick whimpered like a bitch, continuously begging him to stop. Instead of complying, Damien would pull him close and upward, so that their bodies pressed against each other with no means of escape. He expertly placed his cock between Dick's legs and against his butt. Grinding their hips together, Dick would subconsciously rub against him, proving Damien's point.

"Slut," Damien breathed into Dick's ear.

Damien felt close witnessing the image before him. Dick's knees hit the floor, as his hands were held together by Damien's strength. He was fully erect, with pre-cum leaking like a faucet. His cute, pink asshole was wet from his previous grinding, and Damien could smirk at the agonized expression. Using his free hand to wring out more liquid from Dick, Damien allowed his hand to be completely coated with Dick's juices.

"S-stop! Damien! Please don't do this!"

Damien used his soaked hand to penetrate Dick's hole and wet his own cock for the ride. The ring of muscle clenched at the intrusion, which caused Dick to utter a small cry, muffled only by the sound of the running water. Stretched and dripping wet, Damien placed the tip of his young cock at Dick's entrance. Without warning, the head entered Dick's body before pushing further, relishing in the tight heat.

He could feel Dick's body trying to accommodate his member. As Damien pushed all the way in, Dick came shamefully over his own body, with thick spurts of come adorning his body. It did not matter to Damien, though he was a bit disappointed Dick came without his approval. He had to correct that next time. Still, judging by his reaction, Dick had no problems getting hard again. By now, his protests diminished and he appeared resigned to his fate. Dick felt Damien's balls press against his ass, and would start pushing himself further on his cock.

"H-harder! Damien! Please!"

Damien smirked in triumph. "Knew you couldn't help yourself."

Nevertheless, Damien complied with the request. He wasn't a complete bastard. Damien pulled back, before slamming his cock into Dick. This elicited nothing but wanton moans from Dick, who desired nothing more than release. Damien started to fuck him in long, hard thrusts, brutal and quick. Soon, Damien was close, and before he knew it, he was coming into Dick Grayson.

With one final jerk, spurts of cum came out of his cock, and soiled Damien's hand. He snapped out of his arousal and recognized that fortunately, he was still the only person in the gym. The shower was still going on and he was safe. Dick was still going to act like a slut, and Damien would still have to face the consequences.

Breathing heavily, Damien wondered if he had enough time to go through with his dominance. If Dick was half as erotic in real life as his dreams, then it would all be worth it. He could practically taste Dick's wet body on his tongue, and he could even hear those breathtaking little moans. Damien's plans were shattered when he heard the showers go off.

Shit, Damien groaned. You fucking fool, he told himself. He waited far too long for his opportunity and now it was gone.

"Damien?" He heard Dick called out. He hurriedly cleaned himself off. There was no way to live what happen down if Dick found out. Groaning, his rude reply was suppressed when he notice Dick's attire-or lack of.

"What are you doing in a towel?"

It wasn't even a long towel. It barely past his knees, and looked positively erotic. Dick gave a friendly smile, despite the glare being thrown his way. The kid was cute in his own, murderous way.

"I need some new clothes. My old ones are too sweaty. Do you mind if I get some from my room?"

Damien's throat felt try. Unable to speak, he shook his head and left for the showers. He had to take care of this problem soon.

Dick raised an eyebrow. He had expected a vulgar retort, or an offensive attack. Silence was the last thing he thought he would get. A small grin made way to his lips.

Wow, Dick thought to himself, maybe Damien really is growing up.

Yeah. I have no doubt that Dick could kick Damien's butt if he tried this. Absolutely no doubt. But it's Damien's fantasy so whatever.

On a side note, I realized that I have yet to write anything but an M rated story on this account. I'm a bit worried. On another, completely random note, I made a poll. It's the first of the DC vs. Marvel series. Thor vs. Superman.