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Earth-7263 Chronicles
Chapter Two
“Super sonS: Damian’s Boys”
Super Sons HQ, Hob’s Bay
between Metropolis and Gotham City, Earth-7263
“Hyah!”
Damian Wayne dodged left a split second before the blow came down on his head. He rolled and brought his katana up, catching the chain of the other boy’s kusarigama, and jerking it sideways. His opponent recovered swiftly, and flipped over Damian’s head, slashing with one of the hooked blades.
Anticipating, Damian bent backwards under the strike, flowing with the motion, and came up in his own spinning flip, launching a pair of shuriken at his foe. The other boy batted one away with his blade but hadn’t expected the follow-up and the star’s point sunk into his shoulder, through the padding of his outfit. To his credit, Damian thought, the kid didn’t even wince, though that may just have been a sign of his higher pain threshold.
A trickle of blood seeping from his wound, the other fighter stood, idly swinging the chain like a lariat, one blade held in his back hand, the other twirling back and forth in front of him at the end of the chain. He breathed hard for a few moments, maintaining his stance while he panted. Then he replaced the weapon on his back. He reached up and pulled off his orange and black mask, revealing a messy mop of white hair that came down over his forehead in bangs, and features that mirrored Damian’s own.
“First hit to you, bro,” Respawn said. “Round two?”
Damian held up one hand forward, fingers flexing to his palm in a “bring it” gesture, and then they both charged.
To the side of the training area, two other boys sat on beanbag chairs, leaning against each other, as they watched the brothers spar. They each held a cup of ramen noodles, with sodas sitting on trays at their side.
“They’ll be at this for a while,” Colin Wilkes said, running a hand through his shaggy ginger hair. “Should have brought popcorn.” Like Damian, he was thirteen, and already well-versed in the ways of violence, though his experiences were more akin to back-alley brawling than ninja death tournaments.
Next to him, Jon Kent nudged his shoulder and giggled. “Noodles are better for this,” the ten-year-old Superboy said, lifting some with his chopsticks and taking a bite. “It’s like watching Jet Li and Jackie Chan go at it. Besides, they don’t get the chance to hang out often, it’s good to see ‘em cutting loose.”
Colin nodded in resigned agreement, taking a sip of his drink and shifting position so he could lay his head in Jon’s lap. He winced as Respawn landed a blow on Robin’s flank, sending the boy wonder staggering back, holding his ribs. “You’re right,” he said, sighing. “Just hope they don’t cut too much of each other loose. Only one of them has a natural healing factor.”
Jon let out a whoop, arm raised in a fist pump as Damian scored a swift series of strikes. “Yes!” the half-Kryptonian cheered. “Flurrious Feet of Fury! Faaaalcoooon Puuunnnch!”
Laughing, Colin gripped his sides. “Never should have introduced you to Smash Brothers,” he said through a fit of giggles.
Jon smiled and ran his hand through Colin’s hair, giving it a ruffle as he bent to kiss the older boy. The ginger orphan’s lips were soft, and Jon was careful that his super-strength didn’t kick in. Colin might be able to handle that in his ‘enhanced’ form, even liked the bruises it could leave, but like this, as himself, Jon knew he preferred things gentle, at least to start. He knew he’d hit just the right amount of pressure when Colin moaned and slipped his tongue into Jon’s mouth, which made Jon shudder.
A “<tt>” from close by made the two lads part and they looked up, panting, to see their boyfriends standing over them.
“Started without us, I see,” Damian said. “Couldn’t wait another ninety seconds?”
Jon shook his head and brought his arms around Colin, hugging him possessively. Colin simply smirked back at Damian, giving his best friend and lover the middle finger. “You know how watching you be all tough and martial artsy gets us turned on.”
Respawn laughed at his boyfriend’s sarcasm, and flopped down on a beanbag next to them, peeling out of his harness and the outer layers of armor he wore.
Sighing, Damian picked up a bottle of water and took a long gulp. “I swear, you three have it easy. Healing factors, invulnerability, solar-powered metabolism… Some of us actually have to work to stay in fighting shape.” He peeled off his grey sparring tunic and tossed it in the hamper, revealing his sweat-covered torso, toned to athletic perfection, and showing more than his fair share of scars, old and new, along with a few knicks from today.
Jon reached out and grabbed Damian’s hand, leaning over to kiss it and hold the older boy’s palm against his cheek. The tenderness brought Damian up short, as it always did, making the teenager blush, his olive skin darkening with red undertones. “And we know you can still kick all our butts when you want to,” Jon said, batting his eyes at his best pal.
“Hey, speak for yourself, kid,” Respawn said, smacking Jon’s arm. “Broski and I are evenly matched…for now.”
“In your dreams, brother dear,” Damian retorted. He sank to the floor next to Jon, an arm going around the young, hoodie-clad hero.
Colin shook his head, pulling Jon down for another quick kiss, then eying the “twin” half-brothers. “Take it easy, Dami, Rhys. There’s more than enough to go around, for all of us, right?”
Respawn merely laughed and pulled Colin into his own lap. Damian clicked his tongue again but nodded.
The Boy Wonder slowly raked his fingers through Jon’s unruly hair and leaned into his boyfriend, glad to be cooling down from the bout. Six months ago, the level of intimacy here might have concerned him. A year ago, it would have terrified him. Four or five years ago? It would have been inconceivable, laughable, even. Friendship had been a foreign concept, family only slightly less so. It wasn’t until he’d partnered with Grayson that he began to understand either, and it was only after meeting Colin in the seedy streets of Gotham that he’d actually made a friend despite insisting otherwise.
He glanced over at the ginger lad, playfully wrestling with Respawn. Damian and Colin had come a long way together, then lost each other after the Flashpoint. Now that Damian had him back, he would never let anything happen to Colin again. He loved Colin, he could admit that to himself now. It may not be exactly the same as what he felt for Jon, but it was just as meaningful. First friendship, and first love.
Resting his head on Jon’s shoulder, he thought about the young half-Kryptonian boy who had been his partner for the better part of a year, both in crime-fighting and in what could only be called, much to Damian’s chagrin, romance. They’d fought at first, like Damian did with almost everyone, but their fathers’ patience had won out, and Jon’s tenacious, sunshiney optimism had slowly melted through the layers of armor around the ex-assassin’s heart. Partners, boyfriends, Super Sons.
There were others, too, in between. Allies who had become family, like Myles Ducard, Suren Darga and Maps Mizoguchi. Billy Batson, Freddy Freeman, Amon Tomaz and the rest of the Shazam boys; Damian’s relationship with Batson had begun tentatively, when the young Robin had been resurrected with superpowers of his own and Billy tried to help him through it. Boys and men who walked the edge of the abyss, like Klarion, Enigma and Loki, and even John Constantine. And, of course, his father’s ever-growing collection of adoptees. Grayson, Todd, Drake, Cain, Brown, Thomas… brothers all, blood or not. His circle had grown with the Titans, the Outsiders, Young Justice and their team-ups with other groups, along with the assorted misfits that had survived the Lazarus Tournament with him.
But there was something…unique…about having a blood brother that he’d not known…sharing something on such a personal level that neither could deny even if they wanted. Damian looked over at Respawn… A mirror image of himself, they were nearly identical apart from their hair color. It had been a shock, seeing the boy trying to kill him unmasked. He’d thought him another failed clone like the Heretic (who had killed him), but the truth was so much worse. An abandoned experiment of his grandfather’s, born from strands of Tali al Ghul and Slade Wilson’s DNA. Damian had been abused and tortured by the league, and by his own blood, but nothing like what Respawn had gone through… enduring all that, and so much more…being used as a guinea pig, and even a live donor to cure Damian’s injuries in training or battle. All without Tali or Damian ever knowing he existed. Once he heard the truth, Damian felt empathy that he’d never known he was capable of. It wasn’t accepted, and they’d fought, killed each other in the tournament to be resurrected by the mystic energies of Lazarus Island. And even then, they still had to go through hell before they could be…this. Just brothers, and lovers, with a friendship still developing and growing between them.
Damian considered all three boys. Not that long ago, he kept his life so compartmentalized that his circles of “allies” rarely intersected, and when they did, it nearly gave him a panic attack. But the island and the aftermath had taught him he didn’t need to keep so many walls up. So, his Titans squad was welcome here in the Fortress of Attitude, Jon and Colin could hang out at Titans Tower if they wanted, and the whole Little League had taken over the Sanctuary in Happy Harbor, coming and going as they pleased. He even had the occasional sleepover at the Manor. Mostly while Father was away, of course. Damian still needed days to himself, and one-on-one time with each boy he cared for…but he was glad for these moments when they could all hang out together.
Shaking himself out of his reverie, Damian kissed Jon’s cheek, while the other boy laughed at the two wrestling, fighting not only for dominance, but apparently to pull each other’s clothes off. Colin and Respawn had gotten close, bonding over their experiences looking out for themselves on the streets, and their mutual love of a good brawl. As he had been with Damian, Colin was a good influence, a tempering and mellowing presence, without smothering or trying to force the other boy to be someone else. Colin, as he did with all his friends, had almost instantly nicknamed Respawn “Reese” or “Reese’s Pieces,” partially because of the colors of the boy’s costume, and partially out of morbid humor about Respawn “pulling his pieces back together.” The nickname had stuck, and the white-haired assassin had even adopted it as his civilian identity – Rhys Wilson – which he’d asked Damian to help set up. It had been the first thing Respawn had ever asked of him, and he silently thanked Colin for opening that door.
Colin’s flannel jacket and hoodie lay discarded next to them, along with Respawn’s under armor, leaving the ginger in just his jeans, and the other boy only in his briefs. Rhys was trying to rip the denim from Colin’s hips, but Colin just shook his head. “Nope. This pair changes with me,” he said. “You can’t rip them.”
“Ugh, no fair,” Respawn moaned, giving up and letting Colin pin him to the mat. Wrists held down by Colin’s hands, the assassin raised his head and kissed the other boy furiously, catching him off guard, enabling him to wriggle free.
Before Colin could launch himself at Respawn for another tackle, Damian cleared his throat. “Okay, you two, what say we move on from the foreplay? Clothes in the hamper, butts in bed.” He clapped his hands. “Chop-chop.”
The three other boys rolled their eyes at Damian’s “bossy” tone, but grinned as they complied. Colin and Rhys scooped up their discarded apparel and tossed it in the hamper, while Jon got down to his Underoos and socks. Damian stripped down all the way and led them out of the workout room towards the underwater station’s living quarters. Each boy had their own room, and there were more for other guests. Most nights, though, they paired up, or piled up, as the case may be.
Damian passed the individual quarters, toward the large bedroom around the corner that they used for sleepovers. The door slid open at his approach, and he flung himself onto the oversized bed, large enough for twice as many boys their size. He buried his face in the fluffy pillows that were specially made both for comfort and to withstand super-powered pillow fights. Then he rolled over, propping himself up as the others came in and crawled in bed with him. All four boys were rock hard, young teen or preteen pricks jutting out from smooth bodies.
Jon, the youngest of them, was both the tallest and the longest, by a fair bit, though his cock was still thinner than the others. It shook and twitched in his eagerness, letting out little spurts of precum that soaked through the front of his colorful, boyish briefs – blue and red with yellow trim, the family colors and a big S-shield spread across his cute butt. Farther down between his legs, his pussy quivered, too, heating up as slick dripped down his inner thighs. Pretty much every Kryptonian was a hermboy, and hybrids tended to take after that side of the DNA.
Colin was the only cisboy of the four, and his body had filled out a bit in the last couple of years. He was still about Damian’s height, but broader in the shoulders now, his smooth, muscular frame bearing scars like the other two humans. His hard cock struck out of his unbuttoned jeans, plump and thick, a bit longer than Damian’s, foreskin retracted to show off the meaty head where a dollop of pre glistened from the slit.
Respawn’s body, like his face, was a mirror of Damian’s. Apart from the white hair and a shade lighter skin tone, the only difference between them was Rhys’ body was more heavily scarred, from the torture and surgeries performed on him, as much as the battles he’d been through. Their first night as lovers, Damian had traced the lines of every scar with his fingers, kissing each one as he went, to show he accepted every part of his brother. Rhys’ uncut cock poked up from the waistband of his bikini briefs. Like the rest of him, it matched Damian’s in every aspect, above average for their age, but still boyish. And like Damian’s, his cunt was small and tight, almost hidden away, revealed only to those closest to him, or to targets who wouldn’t live to enjoy it.
To Damian, all three boys were perfect, and they were his. Their polycule went far beyond this room, especially if you included the whole extended Bat and Super families and the Titans, but these three held special places in his heart alongside Grayson, that no one else came close to touching. Jon and Colin were his boyfriends, Respawn was his brother. Others laid claim to both titles, but none like these.
For their parts, Colin and Jon were boyfriends, too, as were Rhys and Colin. Jon and Respawn were not in love, but still easygoing friends with benefits happy to share their mutual lovers. It was good for all of them, the closeness and freedom to be themselves. Especially here, away from the attention of their parents and families. Tomorrow, they would go back to their lives, but tonight was just for them.
As Damian lay back, he watched Jon crawl up onto the bed like a well-trained puppy, a familiar look of hunger in his eyes. The poor boy’s Kryptonian instincts to breed were taking over, he was fighting to retain control, but Damian knew it wouldn’t be long before his best friend was in a rutting frenzy, super-sensitive to the pheromones of the boy he’d claimed as his own. The Superboy’s cock was already straining, pushing past the waistband of his briefs to stick up and say hi. Jon’s foreskin still wrapped tight around his head even when fully erect, drops of precum pooling at the end of the hood to drip down.
Patting his chest, Damian invited Jon to straddle him, as if anything could have stopped the boy. He spread his arms and held the trembling ten-year-old, nuzzling their cheeks together before drawing him into a moaning, sloppy kiss. Jon’s cock pressed onto Damian’s, grazing together as they began to frot and make out, which only served to work the young hybrid up even more.
Next to Damian, Respawn knelt, thumbs hooked into his briefs and tugging them down to show his ass and pussy off to Colin, enticing the ginger lad. “You’re not gonna take it easy on me, are you, Red?”
“Not on your life,” Colin retorted, shoving his jeans down just low enough to free his cock, which began to grow as he concentrated and activated his power. Traces of the venom-infused toxin that had once turned him into a rage monster remained in his bloodstream, having permanently altered his physiology. Now, he could bulk up into a Blockbuster-sized, muscular brawler, while retaining his intelligence and sense of self. Over time, he’d learned that by concentrating, he could enhance certain body parts only rather than fully transforming. His arms, or legs, for example. Or, as he’d discovered by accident one night during a particularly fun dream, his dick.
Colin let his whole body grow partway, just enough that he could surround Respawn with his bulky frame, directing the rest of that energy into his boycock, which expanded to a foot long, and beer can thick, impossibly huge on his still young-looking body. With a growl, he plunged his oversized member into Respawn’s pussy, stretching the willing hole to its limit, and making the assassin boy scream. Colin had always wanted to be gentle with his lovers, but Rhys needed more in the heat of the moment. His healing factor let him take a much rougher fucking than anyone else Colin had been with, save Jon, so they always fucked hard and heavy. As Respawn had told him, “Tenderness is for aftercare, baby.”
Next to them, Jon laid on Damian, whimpering and moaning as they ground their bodies against each other. The youngest Robin’s fingers traced down his partner’s sides, and tugged the briefs down, hooking them under Jon’s hairless nuts, already larger than golf balls and more than potent. The Superboy’s cock fell out, hard as a rail spike, and fell against Damian’s abs, leaking precum. The Boy Wonder reached between them and jerked them both in his hand, lubing both their cocks with Jon’s pre and his own cunt slick.
Jon’s nostrils flared and he groaned. “D-Dami… please… I can’t hold back much l-longer…”
Damian nodded, smirking again, still in control. “I know. Just a little bit more. Why don’t you lick me like a good puppy?”
Drooling, Jon slid his way down his lover’s body, licking his chest, belly, and shaft as he went, lapping at Damian’s balls in the way that always made the Demon’s heir squirm and moan, squirting pre from his cock. After a moment of that, the scent of Damian’s pussy was too much for Jon and he spread the older boy’s legs, rubbing his smooth face along the moist slit, soaking his lips and cheeks in slick juices. He worked his tongue over the folds just as Damian had taught him, the way he loved himself, and captured them in his mouth, suckling on them, almost chewing ever so lightly. As Damian writhed in pleasure, Jon smiled to himself, and dove his tongue through the crack, licking up more of his lover’s slick, driving as deep as he could go before coming back up to lap at his clit.
That sent another wave of pleasure through Damian, and he cried out, suddenly coming hard as a vaginal orgasm rocked him, spilling more onto Jon’s face, dripping down his chin. Damian’s hand grasped his boyfriend’s head, tugging on his hair and pushing him down away from his oversensitive nub and burying the younger boy’s face against his gushing pussy. Legs locked over Jon’s shoulders, holding him in place as the thirteen-year-old Robin rode out his first boygasm of the night, panting hard. It was only through an extreme effort of will that Damian kept his cock from shooting as well. The pleasure was so good, but he needed to pace himself if he wanted to go the distance; the other three boys all had naturally short, or nonexistent refectory periods, and while Damian could get hard again quickly, he would still fall behind if he shot his spunk at the first opportunity.
When the tingling began to fade into the warm fuzzy afterglow and his body unclenched, Damian released his leg-lock on Jon and pulled the boy up. The preteen’s face was sopping wet with Damian’s juices, and he wore a goofy, dazed expression as he gulped in a lungful of air. A regular human might have gone purple with how much pressure Damian had put on him, how long his face had been covered, and how hard Damian’s legs had gripped around his neck. It was something the ex-assassin was conscious of with other lovers, but Jon was resilient enough to endure that and more… and the pheromones from Damian’s cunt seemed to get him both high and relaxed.
“Good puppy,” the Boy Wonder said, rubbing Superboy’s hair like a labrador. “You’re such a good boy for me, Jon.” He patted his chest in an “up” signal and opened his arms.
Jon took the cue and scrambled over Damian, licking the sweat on his lover’s olive skin and locking his arms around the older boy. Pushing Damian’s legs up onto his shoulders, the young Superboy thrust his long, dripping cock into Robin’s well-lubed pussy, straight to the hilt. Mashing their lips together, sucking face like it was the air he breathed, the son of Superman began to hump, wild and free, jackrabbit quick into his boyfriend’s cunt. His mind was floating in a happy fog, while his body went on instinct, fucking Damian in a mating press. Modern Kryptonian biology was geared for reproduction, the drive to pass on their genetic material was extremely strong, in order to repopulate the species. One day, both boys knew, Jon’s potent swimmers would get around Damian’s powerful birth control – it was just a matter of time. For now, the effort to make it happen drove Jon on, spurred on by Damian’s mix of encouragement and feigned resistance.
“You going to give me that load, Kent?” Damian asked, breathless, when they broke their kiss, lips dragging each other’s as they pulled apart. “Is this the day your seed finally claims my womb, big boy?”
Jon couldn’t speak, all he could do was grunt as he pressed down into Damian, slamming his hole. Nostrils flaring, a line of drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, he felt Damian squeeze around him, well-practiced muscles rippling over his shaft. He doubted it would happen today, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try; biological imperatives be damned, Damian was his. The teasing, taunting had gotten to him in the heat of the moment. “Take it,” he growled, panting. “Take my babies, you little b-bi…” Jon trailed off, still unable to make himself say really naughty words even when he wanted to, when he knew Damian liked it. He looked into Damian’s eyes and blushed, trying to make up for it by fucking harder.
The way the bed shook next to them told him that Colin and Respawn were getting close to letting go themselves, the sounds of their more violently athletic sex drowning out the shlork of Jon’s dick in Damian’s pussy, the plap-plap-plap of their hips meeting.
Damian gasped, breath hitching as Jon plunged deep as he could. He curled his hand in the super-boy’s hair, and tugged sharply, pulling his head up. “The word you’re looking for is ‘bitch’, you big baby,” he said. “Now let me have it. Cum for me, beloved.”
The Boy of Steel’s heart skipped a beat as he bottomed out in Damian’s cunt, the base of his cock swelling some to plug the hole, the head flaring as it pushed through Damian’s inner ring of muscle…and he exploded. A torrent of hot, almost too hot boycream surging from his dick, filling his lover – his beloved – up with more cum than any normal human could produce.
A dozen strong jets or more hit Damian in less than half as many seconds, the blasts so powerful they felt like Jon was piston-fucking him into the mattress. The first one would have knocked him back into the overstuffed pillows and possibly dislodged him if Jon’s arms hadn’t been locked around him. Damian’s whole body shook and trembled, his own cock spurting against the younger boy’s belly, splattering those super-toned abs. His pussy spasmed and sucked Jon in deeper, their fluids flooding the tight channel, and dripping out of him even with Jon hilted inside. He could feel Jon’s own pussy gushing its orgasmic slick against his ass, and groaned, moaning the boy’s name over and over as the Kryptonian cock kept pumping its seed, the head still spurting, though at an easier pace. Damian knew it would keep going until Jon’s pent-up need was spent, the young superkid not yet able to exert the will to ‘shut off the tap’ on his own.
Jon groaned, burying his face against Damian’s chest as he felt the older boy kiss his hair. Orgasms like that were so powerful for him they were almost painful in a good way. His face screwed up, tears brimming at the corner of his eyes with the relief of such exquisite release… safe in his love’s embrace, no matter what. His hips started pumping again, slowly, on instinct, working his cock up against Damian’s womb, nestled inside his boy, where he belonged, like cuddling from the inside. “Th-thank you, Dami,” he murmured, collapsing onto the teen’s olive-toned chest, Damian’s legs still locked around him, ankles crossed at the small of his back. “I love you.”
“Habibi,” the ex-assassin said, stroking Jon’s hair as their shared boygasm melted into afterglow. “I love you, too.” It was the ghost of a whisper against Jon’s ear, and Damian kissed the tender lobe, giving it a gentle tug with his teeth before letting out a contented sigh. He knew Jon wasn’t finished, this was only a momentary respite, but the tender closeness was every bit as nice as the raw, energetic sex.
Beside them, Colin had shifted, growing into his bulky, muscle-bound fighter’s body at Respawn’s begging, baseball bat-thick cock spearing deep into the resilient clone’s asshole and unloading his own stream of cum. Respawn was under him, back arched, bent almost in half as Colin’s grip on his white hair held his head back. Colin had a gentle nature, but his lover begged for the rough treatment, needing it to touch those hurt places inside his mind, covering the harm that had been done to him before in something better. Pain would always be a part of him, but with his boys, and the friends he was beginning to make, Respawn said it was good pain. So, Colin did his best to live up to his codename – Abuse – in as loving and tender a way as he could while Rhys begged to be hurt. One hand grasped around Respawn’s neck, not strong enough to choke, just providing enough pressure to make him feel it, Colin thrust past all resistance and pierced into the boy’s hole again and again, stretching him open and leaving a gallon of cum inside, shouting a feral growl as he impaled his boyfriend. He bent forward and roughly kissed Rhys, who responded eagerly, though his half-lidded eyes didn’t meet Colin’s. The ginger followed his gaze to Damian and Jon and knew that the tenderness of the other two boys was as confusing to Rhys as much as it fueled jealousy and possessiveness. He could feel Respawn’s breath hitch…
…which Jon heard, as well. He shifted to spoon against Damian, holding the smaller boy’s back against his chest. Pulling his still hard cock from Damian’s pussy. Glistening with cum and slick, he groaned and rolled onto his back, arms locked around Damian’s torso. The older boy’s head turned toward him and they kissed, both of them looking at the other pair, at Respawn’s desperate, uncertain expression. Jon pushed up, dragging his lubed shaft through Damian’s crack until the head pressed against his puckered hole. Damian gripped Jon’s knee, and the Superboy took the signal to shove in, rough and hard. From the angle, Jon’s thrust pushed Damian’s torso up, the boy’s cunt spreading wider, Kryptonian cum oozing from it.
Respawn whimpered, lips smacking, his groans getting louder as Colin’s oversized member still pumped into his ass. He was seeing double, his mind flashing back, lost in darkness even as he tried to focus on the pleasure of his brother and his lover, but the past was taking hold, starting to creep in at the edges of his vision. He couldn’t think, couldn’t move… only wanted and hurt somewhere deep in his heart, and didn’t know how to ask for more.
But the overgrown ginger understood enough, at least. Knew his own mixed-up needs as a survivor, things he’d had time to start working through that Respawn hadn’t. He thought he knew what would help the boy beneath, and from what the others were offering, they did, too. Arms sliding around Rhys’ torso, Colin hefted him up as if they were wrestlers going for a body slam and bounded the short distance to the dark-haired boys. Coming down, the leap lined up perfectly, Colin landed straddling Jon and Damian, and pushed Respawn down onto his brother, sinking the clone’s cock into Robin’s pussy. “Fuck your brother, baby,” he growled low into Respawn’s ear. “We’ve got all night, and everyone’s going to get sloppy seconds.”
Jon’s hips moved, rocking into Damian’s ass, pushing the boy up onto Respawn’s cock as Colin’s forced him down into Damian’s vagina, squeezing more of the Kryptonian boy’s gooey spunk out, spilling down between them.
The Boy Wonder gasped, back arching, and he turned his head up to kiss Colin in thanks and love, before trailing kisses down his stunned brother’s face, catching his lips. “Rhys,” Dami said. “You’re with me. You’re safe. I’ve got you. Stay with me.” Damian caught Respawn’s hands, placed them on his chest, feeling the callouses and scars on his brother’s palms. “You’re not alone.” He guided Respawn’s thumbs to his nipples. “Akh.”
The Arabic word for ‘brother’ seemed to be the thing that broke through the mental cloud, the capstone on everything else, and Respawn blinked slowly, tears falling down his cheeks. “Bruh,” he said, half-smirking in response, and pushing deeper into Damian, through the warm goo already inside, lubing the welcoming channel as it gripped his shaft. “Thanks.” He kissed Damian, rough and hot, then pulled back, turning to catch Colin’s mouth with his, one hand coming around to playfully ruffle Jon’s hair.
Colin smiled, murmuring into the kiss, glad his boyfriend was back from the edge. He wrenched his cock free from Rhys’ hole with a sucking pop, and moved lower, sliding it into his lover’s pussy, and thrusting gentle and deep. Rhys whimpered in pleasure and broke their kiss, gasping, and Colin gave Jon a big grin, hi-fiving Superboy as they worked up a rhythm inside their partners, rocking the brothers together.
Damian and Rhys held on, hugging tight, letting themselves be moved more than moving on their own. Mirror image twins, like yin and yang, kissing and wrapping themselves around each other while their lovers fucked them all together. The Demon’s Heir, and the cast-off spare, held safe by the Boy of Steel and the ginger guardian. Brothers, boyfriends, mates, loving each other whole.