It's almost a month before Red Hood and Nightwing cross paths. They end up crashing the same drug dealers meeting and after taking them down, without a word, they take off together into the night and stop only when they come across an abandoned flat on the highest floor of some decrepit building.

Jason stalls while taking in the state of the flat. No wonder it's uninhabited. Jason's flat is a shithole, but even he wouldn't decide to stay in this one-room condo. It is missing a considerable part of the wall, letting in the night air. It couldn't have been too long since it was abandoned but the furniture is already devastated due to it being exposed to rain and temperature changes. It must have been a collateral damage of one of the fights.

Jason feels like it's a good metaphor of their relationship.

Dick is just across the room and the distance feels like a physical pain. The mixture of blood lust mixed with how Jason missed the feeling of the other man's skin under his fingers every night since the fight, it's almost too much. He really fuckin' missed Dick and the fact exasperates him.

But he still wouldn't have changed his decision back then in order to avoid this recent separation. That man had hurt Dick and he had to pay for that.

"You didn't kill anyone tonight," Nightwing observes, breaking the silence in the room. Red Hood already opens his mouth to cockily ask if he earned a reward for that but Dick is faster. "It still does not change what you did back then. The lives you spare does not make up for those you've taken."

"What difference does it make, Dick? I already have so much red on my hands that I can only get lower now," Jason snaps. He's angry that Dick cannot see this. He's furious that Dick won't understand why Red Hood had to kill that man. Jason is a man who expresses his feelings through action, not words, and if Dick doesn't see why Jason broke their arrangement for that particular man, that man who almost killed Nightwing… Then be it. Maybe it's for the best. Maybe Dick shouldn't know how much-

"No snappy answer?" Dick cuts off Red Hood's line of thought. "You're starting to worry me," Nightwing adds impishly but Jason is too infuriated to play along. He only bares his teeth as a reply, not fully conscious of the gesture. Nightwing's face goes softer and then his eyebrows furrow in worry.

"Have you fed since-?"

Jason scoffs. Dick's scent is making his head dizzy and his mouth is watering at the very thought of the blood running through the veins of that perfect body.

"Wouldn't be standing here if I didn't," Red Hood answers with a vicious smile but is unable to hide how much his hands are shaking now that the adrenaline from the fight is gone. And Jason notices how Dick clenches his jaw, observes him carefully. Jason is sure Dick sees how he tries not to move his left hand too much after it was almost dislocated, and the blood staining his trousers as it leaks from the shallow stab wound on his thigh. He's sure Dick sees the parallel to the night when they made their deal, when Jason was too underfed to leave a fight without a scratch. Nightwing himself is without any bleeding injuries tonight and Jason is grateful for that. If he got a taste of Dick Grayson's blood in the air, he might have to fled the moment they were in the same room.

Dick sighs and then crosses the room calmly while fumbling with the zip of his suit. Jason knows what is coming but before Dick actually says it, it feels too good to be true before Dick speaks.

"Dig in, you damned connoisseur."

Jason feels like a puppy who got a treat even though he didn't do the trick he was supposed to. But he does not plan on delving into that. He grabs Dick and guides for the circus boy to sit on the nearest chest of drawers. The wood groans in surprise but both men ignore that as at the same moment Jason already has his lips on Nightwing's neck.

He slowly bites into Dick's skin, savouring the feeling, unable to stop a moan from escaping his throat. The feeling of having the other man so close and the addicting taste of his blood on Jason's tongue are enough to make him feel lightheaded. Nightwing's legs entwine around his waist and tighten their grip whenever Jason allows for a little moan of pleasure.

"Sounds like you missed me," Nightwing huffs out while his hands wander along the line of Red Hood's spine. One of his hands stop at Jason's back of the neck to tangle into his hair. The feedings were becoming more and more intimate lately but it was such a bittersweet feeling Jason never found it in himself to ask Dick to stop.

"Don't get too full of yourself," Jason murmurs against Dick's skin even though he felt like a puppy abandoned after Christmas this last month. He has just stopped feeding, still relishing in the taste lingering in his mouth. His lips move against Nightwing's neck again, but this time in a kiss. Dick did not gave him a permission for that but Jason is ready to take his chances at this very moment. He's almost high on the blood after the recent starving.

"I can't, you're emptying me as we speak, you prick," Nightwing retorts but he does not stop Jason from kissing his jaw line. On the contrary, he clenches his hand around Red Hood's hair, keeping him in place.

"You're the Dick here."

"That was so lame, Jason Todd, I can't believe it actually left your mouth."

"It's all your fault. Your blood got me high," Jason admits. His lips are millimeters away from Dick's and this time the circus boy does not reply in words but with a kiss.

It it too much and not enough at the same time. Their kiss deepens quickly, Dick sucks and bites into Jason's lower lip, knowing how it drives the other man crazy in the best of ways. Jason's hands quickly make their way towards the partially open zipper and work on getting the costume off the circus boy. Dick does not even protest when soon after that he's completely naked but for the mask on that ruined chest of drawers. Jason leaves a trail of kisses across Dick's chest, as if he wants to check if his lover's skin tastes the same all over his body. It's not long before Dick is squirming under the other man's hands and lips. Jason closes his mouth over the other man's cock without warning and the moan he gets in response is music to his ears. He's licking and sucking, using all the tricks he knows Dick's loves, but never too much and never enough. He's going to enjoy this, whatever this is, for as long as possible. He's still not sure whether Dick has forgiven him or if this is some kind of fucked up farewell.

"Do you have it, Jay…?" Dick murmurs while his hands tightly clench around the hairs on the back of Jason's neck in order to get his attention. Jason hums in confusion as a reply and Dick's hips thrust uncontrollably when the vibrations from the sound add to the series of maddening licks Jason is currently applying to the other man's cock.

"In these countless pockets of yours," Dick adds, vexed. He tugs at Jason's jacket to add to the effect of his words. "Lube."

Jason withdraws with a loud popping noise and licks his lips at the sight of Dick's hard cock resting on his thigh. Then fumbles with an inner pocket of the jacket for a few seconds and actually pulls about a small tube of lube out of it.

Dick grins. "Get to work then," he orders and takes off his domino mask. Jason is finally able to look into his eyes but doesn't find it in himself to hold the gaze for longer than a couple of seconds.

Jason knows he doesn't have to be patient with his lover. Dick likes it when it hurts a bit, that little masochist. Dick becomes such a moaning mess whenever Jason enters him when he's still a little bit too tight, that Jason has learnt to abandon any reluctance about hurting the other man this way. Tonight isn't any different.

"Now, I'm ready…" Dick hurries him just after Jason managed to fully slide in three of his fingers. Jason does not need to be asked twice. He doesn't care he's still in all his clothes, He just unzips his trousers and pushes them down so they barely hang on his hips. There's something in fucking naked Nightwing while he's almost in full his uniform that makes him impatient as if he was a horny teenager who finally got into his crush's pants. (Which is almost true, when you think about it…)

He enters Dick in one smooth motion, the other man moaning loudly, hands tugging Red Hood's jacket desperately. The dump piece of furniture Nightwing is sitting on groans in protest when Jason's thrusts become faster but this is not the sound that makes Jason stop.

There's someone else in the room.

"Jay, why did'y-" Dick's question is swallowed halfway when he opens his eyes and they set on the intruder. Somehow Jason simply knows even before he turns his head.

Batman is crouching on the windowsill. Bruce Wayne has just witnessed two of his adopted sons fucking in an abandoned flat. For a split second, Jason's and Bruce's gaze meet. Then he's gone.

Jason's first reaction is anticipation for Dick's panic attack, but instead he feels Dick clenching around his cock even tighter and when he looks into the blue eyes… Well, that's a revelation.

"You're even more turned on, aren't you, Boy Wonder?" Jason whispers, his teeth teasing Dick's earlobe. "You got off of Bruce seeing us," Jason resumes his thrusts, his hips moving agonisingly slow, every and each of them deep and hitting just the right spot. "You were always the perfect son. The best Robin. But there was always the feeling you were not enough, wasn't there?" Dick is whimpering miserably, his hands clenched in fists around Red Hood's jacket. But he's not trying to shut him up, so Jason continues. "You tried so hard but you when you finally put you foot down, it turned out you were dispensable… But you still wanted to be what hewanted you to be... So desperately..." Dick tries to fuck himself on Jason's cock, fasten up the pace, so Jason puts his hands on his hips to keep him in place and continue the punishingly slow thrusts. "Deep inside, you wanted to fail him. You wanted to hurt him where it would hurt most. You just did."

Dick comes without warning, his moan sounding almost like a sob, burying his face in Jason's neck. Jason needs only three more fast thrusts into Dick's tight hole to reach his own orgasm. The whole world becomes white for one perfect moment and then Jason recovers to Dick breathing heavily, still clutching to his jacket as if it was a lifeline. Jason slips out of him and Dick wraps himself around Jason, arms around his neck and legs clutching to his hips and Jason returns the embrace.

"You fuckin' jerk," Dick whispers breathlessly but there's no venom in his words.

"But I was right, wasn't I…" Somehow, Jason doesn't feel too proud to be right this time. Dick was always the perfect one and to realize there's such a blemish on him… It makes Jason ache in the weirdest way but also love the bastard more.

Jason takes a deep trembling breath before murmuring "I love you, Dick" and he feels the other man tense in his hold but he needs to say it all now. "I don't know if this was just a goodbye for you or if you want to go on but I need you to know that this is not just fucking for me. I love you," he repeats and the words feel like sand in his mouth. And they shouldn't, this should be one of the most important things he has ever said in his life and it already feels like a mistake.

Dick withdraws and makes enough distance between them so that he can look Jason in the eyes.

"You thought this was-" he doesn't finish. There's a puzzled expression on his face that turns into concern and then he puts his poker face on. "This is not a conversation I am going to have like this. We're going to my place now."

ж

Jason is quite sure that during their way to Dick's flat he has went over a thousand of possibilities of how this situation can pan out. Twice. And he's terrified about the outcome of about 97% of them.

When they arrive, firstly Dick takes of his domino mask and gloves without a rush and in silence. Only then he slowly turns to Jason and takies a deep breath before speaking.

"You thought this was just sex for me?"

Dick looks hurt and Jason is not sure what to make of it.

"The tension was between us, I know you really got of the pain of my bites, so, yeah, I knew you enjoyed the sex for sure but... Dick, this is mewe're talking about. Why would you want anything more from me?"

For a moment Dick looks at him as if he was seeing Jason for the first time in his life. But then there's just… sadness.

"And all the times you just stayed over? Watching shit together? Just spending time- What was that for you?"

"I figured you're lonely. In our line of work it's hard to find people to hang around with when you are constantly sleep deprived and bruised and I just clung to any opportunity to see you so-" he stops himself because Dick looks only sadder.

"You think so little of yourself, Jay," Dick says, his voice quiet. He closes the distance between them in two steps and takes Jason's face into his hands. "I know you've been through a lot but I thought you'd see that-" he stops to take another deep breath but now there's a small smile on his lips and he still keeps Jason's head in place so that he can't escape Dick's gaze. "I admit I didn't know what will come from this arrangement, I knew you're no longer my Little Wing but… I can see the man you are under all the bad things that happened to you and I like to think that it's a little thanks to me that you were getting better. Because it was and it ismore to me, Jason. I love you and if you want me to I want to continue to unearth the Jason Todd I love from under that anger that drove you back here as Red Hood…"

Jason is thankful when Dick finally allows his head to slip from the other man's grip and he rests his forehead on Dick's shoulder and just breathesfor a few moments.

"So you would like to try and… be together?" Jason says to Dick's collarbone because the jumble of emotions filling his chest makes it hard to speak and for the moment impossible to meet Dick's eyes. Mouthing off to people with guns pointed at him is easier than this.

Dick wraps his hands around the other man, tightly and protectively.

"Yes. Very much so."

"Okay," Jason replies like a complete jerk but, well, Dick knows by now what he's getting into.

"But you totally need to take me on an awesome date," Dick adds and a laugh escapes Jason's mouth. He straightens up and finally looks at Dick.

"Okay."

Only then he learns the date loosening up the atmosphere was totally a trap and now Dick is gazing into his eyes with determination.

"And no killing, Jay. I don't care the reason. You're going back to the basics and using non-lethal techniques."

"Okay," Jason repeats but this time it sounds like a promise and Dick must feel Jason's hands clenching his hips in the effort of uttering that one word, that pledge.

THE END

Yes, this is the end of this fic!
I immensely enjoyed writing it and I hope you liked reading it, too! :)

Actually, I enjoyed it so much that while writing it I came up with a sequel, I already have an outline for the whole story.
Though, I already warn you that:
1) I have no idea when that sequel will appear since I have to finish some other fics first,
2) sequel is gonna be jaydicktim - yep, I am adding another Robin to the mix.

THANK YOU ALL WHO READ AND ESPECIALLY THE READERS WHO LEFT REVIEWS. I ALWAYS APPRECIATE THEM :*