Hot Guys with Hot Guys All Night Long

Welcome Everypme!

Thu, 07 May 2009 17:11:10 GMT

This is an ROG focusing on the Bat family but also including the rest of the DCU. It is a bit different from other RPGs. This is a slash predominate RPG, occassuinal hetro will be accepted. Im an old time slasher, though not necessarily in DCU since 1991.

Premise: Basically Bruce has a harem lol. The Bats do sleep with each other. If that squicks you this may not be the RPG for you. Its set modern day. I hope to see it include the JLA and other heroes. The main city will be Gotham. This RPG will be a mix of fan fic and comments, basically becoming the character.

Rules: Well we are all consenting adults here. :D NC-17 writings are acceptable. If you wish to use anothers character in a story, you need to work with the other author. Events that ebcourage alot of group participation are encouraged., Please limit mun comments to the individual journals. Newbies are welcome. No flamind or disrespecting other members. Please post something at least once in a month. On the fan fics, there is a minimum of 500 words. Alfred is an NPC. For those who like sticking to cannon, consider this pre RIP.

Claimed characters so far are: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson - Wayne, Jason Todd Wayne, and Timothy Drake Wayne. I would love to see more become involved.

FIC: Lost, Wounded Birds 1/? NC17

Wed, 06 May 2009 17:09:15 GMT

Fic: Lost Wounded Birds
Author; Moi
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Totally f'd up Noncon sex
Pairings: Dick/Alfred, Bruce/Jason/Dick
Summary: Sometimes the dangers are right in front of your eyes

Chapter 1: An unwelcome visit

Dick’s stomach knotted to hear Alfred approach. He steeled himself. Unlike Bruce or his brothers Alfred felt wrong. Alfred felt dirty and degrading. Dick would try to distance his mind as far away from his body as possible. He would try to imagine they were Bruce or Jays hands. Unfortunately, their hands were never cold and clammy. Their hands might be rough but there was an air of gentleness about them. There was an air of love and mutual respect. He tried to move but found, not surprisingly, his body would not obey his mind. He couldn’t get it to obey him. Alfred had drugged him again. He felt the covers move off his body and the bed sag. He smelled the cologne and the brandy that reeked through the room. Alfred was drunk. He usually drugged him when he was drunk and knew he would be of no match for the younger man.

It never did, but he would always try to will his pajamas to stay fastened. No, like melted butter, the buttons opened. He heard Alfred’s breath hitch. There would be no words. There never were. Words were for other times, other matters. This was about Alfred meeting his needs. Still he would rather Alfred did it to him as opposed to any of his brothers or Bruce. Jason and Tim wouldn’t be able to handle it for vastly different reasons. No, to protect those he loved, he would be what Alfred needed. He felt the bruising kiss and the tongue invading his mouth like a snake. He tried to squeeze his eyes shut but was met by a stinging slap. Alfred loved to watch Dick’s eyes as he lay powerless beneath Alfred’s hands. “You know the rules Master Richard. I don’t want to hurt you. Now, play nice or I go down the hall. Tim is becoming deliciously ripe.”

Dick forced his eyes open. He had to. He couldn’t let anyone else suffer like this. He felt the hands net into his hair like talons. He felt like a fish caught by an old grizzled eagle. He heard the sound of the zipper being undone. He watched Alfred straddle him, stroking his member lying between to shriveled sacks. He felt Alfred prying his jaws open and inserting. The grip on his hair tightened while his face was slapped. Alfred thrust repeatedly into his mouth, so deep Dick was afraid he would choke. “Such a pretty little slut. My beautiful little whore, does Bruce know you do it so well. No, the Master is too gentle with you. He makes you sullen and impertinent. You are bad. You need to be punished. Only Alfred loves a whore.” Thankfully the words were cut off by grunts and moans as he felt the hot slime shoot far into his throat. He was thankful that his body had not responded. It would anger Alfred but to Dick it was a small, important victory.

Dick felt ill as Alfred manipulated his throat, forcing his seed down into Dick’s stomach. “Ah, you didn’t like that, little whore? Too gentle perhaps?” He felt the cold talons move to his penis as the mouth sucked and bit over it seemed any bit of flesh that he could find. Dick winced as he felt the talons pull and squeeze like it was going to be amputated from his body. If he could he would have screamed. The pain and humiliation washed over him in waves. It was worse then Catalina. He hated the chuckle from Alfred. The bastard was enjoying every moment of it. He felt his face burn with shame as he released. Alfred was back now at his face, smearing the sticky substance all over Dick’s face and reminded him how much of a filthy boy he was.

He knew what was coming. He looked up at Alfred, begging for mercy with his eyes. He knew though Alfred was too drunk to care. He felt his legs spread and lift. Before he could move his mind, Alfred viciously impaled him. He felt the sacks crash into his abused lower regions and felt the burning and tearing. At times like this he seriously wanted to die. He didn’t want to survive. Soon it was over. After a few moments of laying on top of him, sweating and panting, Dick felt the weight lift. He heard the zipper and heard the door open and close.

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Jason watched the old pervert stumble out of his lover’s room. He hated Alfred. He knew what Alfred did on these nights. It disgusted him. He wished he could just toss Alfred down the stairs of the manor and be done with him. He couldn’t though. It might raise too many questions. He steeled himself. Right now, Alfred wasn’t his top concern. He heard Tim’s door creak open. He wished to hell Bruce was back. Alfred would never dream of doing this when Bruce was in the Manor, but much as the boys hated his absence, he had a duty to the JLA. He waited in the dark until he heard Alfred’s door latch. He cursed that his hand was shaking. He hated to think of the desecration he was about to see.

“Timmy, run down and get the kit.” Jason whispered.

“You don’t think we’re going to…” Tim gasped and Jason wished they could still shield Timmy from the darkness around. Unfortunately, he was going to need the help with Dick.

“Yes, now GO! NOW! Also, grab the pain killers from Bruce’s dresser and some clean sheets.”

Tim gulped and simply nodded. He knew all about the darkness. He knew exactly why Alfred never tried anything with him. He knew who was paying the price. He’d seen Dick huddled in the showers before after a ‘night-time visit’ from Alfred, Bruce and Jason tenderly cradling him. Many times he wouldn’t see Dick for several days. He raced down to the study. He wished he was taller. At thirteen, the clock was still hard to manuever on his own.

Upstairs, Jason went down softly to the old nursery. Bruce had tried to build Dick his own wing but Dick refused. He liked the nursery. To be honest, Jason and Bruce loved the easy access of their three rooms, and when Bruce was home, neither slept the whole night in their own bed. He gave his special knock. He knew Dick wouldn’t be able to answer but he wanted Dick to know he was safe and loved. He entered and had to grip the doorway for a moment. He couldn’t take in the complete devastation. This was the worst he had ever seen. He hoped to hell Bruce would finish his business soon. They needed their father, their mentor, and his love and protection.

TBC

FIC: A Kiss in the Moonlight (Bruce/Dick) - Rated G

Tue, 25 Mar 2008 04:10:02 GMT

Title: A Kiss In the Moonlight
Author: Horny_Hippo (hghg)
Rated: G
Table 13 Prompt 06: Romantic
Disclaimer: I don't own them, they are the property of DC Comics, all rights, copyrights, and priveleges reserved.
Claims: Bats/Arrows
Characters: Tim, Bruce/Dick
Warning: This here be SLASH! Two hot males kissing in the moonlight
Summary: Batman and Nightwing have a romantic scene with on a rooftop
Notes: There IS going to be a sequel to this about Dick enjoying his surprise and Bruce.
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Bruce shook his head at Dick. He sometimes wondered where all the energy came from. He seemed to be in a constant state of movement. Dick could get himself so revved up that he would miss the biological triggers for food and sleep. When that happened, it would fall on Bruce to step in and break the cycle. He grinned that he now knew many fun ways of getting Dick to the point of sleeping. Tonight was no exception. He had a surprise for Dick back home. Alfred told him the surprise was installed. It was not a moment to soon. Bruce did not like sleeping alone.

He chuckled as he watched the boys spar to break up the monotony. Each was progressing well for their age in the martial arts. Tim seemed at times to generate more power perhaps from his current, more compact build. Dick could execute more complex maneuvers flawlessly and effortlessly. He wished they could stay like this forever. Dick looked so beautiful framed against the full moon. Tim was handsome but Bruce did not have that same dimension with Tim. When Dick had turned to his late teens Bruce had learned a new level of torture counting down the days until Dick reached 18. They made love for the first heavenly time at 2:30 a.m. on his eighteenth birthday. The original plan had been that they would wait until after the party, but neither of them could think of a good reason to wait since Dick was finally a legal and consenting adult.

He knew Dick would love the surprise. Dick had been hinting broadly about it for two years, and openly begging for the last six months. It had been meant as a birthday present but it had not arrived in time. He let Alfred handle the supplier. Bruce did not want to be responsible for what he might say. He licked his lips to imagine Dick’s naked body sliding into the heat and bubbles, while Bruce poured them each a flute of champagne. He anticipated feeding Dick chocolate dipped strawberries and imagined kissing the chocolate and juice off his lush lips. He must have been deep in his fantasy, he startled as the object of his affections enveloped him into a big hug. He happily returned it. Bruce noticed Dick was shivering slightly; Batman drew the cape around the two of them. Tim come charging over, apologizing.

“I’m sorry Batman. It was an accident. I didn’t do it deliberately.”

A confused Bruce looked at Tim. “What is the matter? What happened?”

“Nothing,” came a curt reply from Nightwing, his face buried in Bruce’s chest. “It was nothing.”

Batman felt red flags go up. When Nightwing said it was ‘nothing’, hard experience had taught Bruce to treat it as just the opposite. His voice also sounded suspiciously like he was crying. “Nothing usually means Something with you. Robin, status report.”

Robin looked down and scuffed his shoes on the tar roof. “We sparred and also trashed talked. It didn’t amount to much but then I made a comment about him being out of the bedroom and into the nursery. I teased him about being there. We sparred again and he acted weird and I accidently got in a shot on his nose. Before I could say anything he took off to you.”

Bruce did not like that his sons had acquired their generations love for this horrible, disrespectful habit of trash talking. In his experience, someone got hurt from it, whether the wounds showed or not. The risk increased when one party held a very sensitive soul and insecurities. It did not surprise him and he did not blame Tim. He thought this would happen earlier. Dick would see the changes in rooms as a rejection and now that he took a moment and thought about it from Dick’s perspective he could see why. He squeezed Dick a little tighter while rubbing his hand up and down his back. He started to rock back and forth on his heels. “Don’t worry Tim. It is okay. It was an accident but that is also why I dissuade you two from doing the trash talking. Nothing good ever comes of it and someone always gets wounded. As for the nose, this is not the first time one of you have connected with the other in sparring and it will not be the last.”

Batman looked up and read the constellations. “Enough for the night. Tim, will you retrieve the Batmobile and bring it back here?”

“Why don’t you hit the button and bring it? Oh all right, all right. I can see you want to be alone.” Tim gave a very theatrical sigh before taking off on the jumpline.

Batman freed one of his arms and loosened the cloak. The free hand found Nightwing’s chin and gently tilted Dick's head to look at Bruce. It made Bruce’s heart ache to see the tears reflecting like thin silver streams in the moonlight. He could see a thin trickle of blood from the nose but assessed no broken bone or lasting damage. He calculated it must have been no more than a glancing blow.

Batman kissed Nightwing in the moonlight. He put all his love and desire for this special love into it. Bruce wished he were better at words. Dick deserved to hear how loved he was. Dick told him often enough. Bruce just nearly choked trying to force the words out of his mouth. He found it far easier to show it in actions. They broke apart, reluctantly. Frankly the denizens would have a field day to see Batman and Nightwing kissing in the moonlight. He rubbed Dick’s back gently.

“Are you better now?” Bruce asked his voice husky with equal parts concern and desire.

“Oh yeah.” Dick cooed breathlessly. It really did take very little to please him. He returned to resting his head against the muscular chest. It was his favorite pillow. He loved to feel the rumble and the heart beat. It was love and stability in one package. “Can I come back to bed tonight? I can’t sleep without you. I’ll be good. I promise. I don’t want to sleep alone.”

“I do not want you any place else. I thought I was going to go mad without you with me. I think the reason will be well worth it. It is one delayed present for one sexy, spoiled little batwing.”

“As long as I get your arms, I don’t care what present Tim gets.”

“I did not mean Tim and you know it, you little tease.” Batman took a gauntleted hand and smacked him on his Kevlar clad rump.

Dick giggled. He looked up at Bruce. He had lowered the shields so Bruce could see his beautiful blue eyes. They were twinkling with love and mischief. “My nose is starting to hurt. Can you kiss it and make it better?”

Bruce chuckled and smiled warmly at his young love. He reached down and kissed the tip of his nose. He would have been tempted to steal another kiss when the spell was broken by a loud, obnoxious bout of throat clearing. “Your vehicle has arrived. Let’s get home, I’m starving.”

“I’m starving too.” Dick said, regretably leaving the haven of Bruce’s arm.

“Yeah, but I’m starving for food. You are starving for Bruce. Of course, the costume is getting a little more ah form fitting then normal. Sex is a great exercise. Tell Bruce you really need a workout.”

“Are you calling me fat?”

“If the extra large boxers fit”

“THOSE ARE MINE!” Bruce bellowed in a loud version of the voice and Tim hurried to make himself scarce. The ride back home was quiet as Tim was not sure what would happen if he opened his mouth. Bruce saw beautiful visions of the workout he was going to put Dick through, and Dick put his hand on Bruce’s thigh and leaned against his shoulder. He smiled as Bruce moved and draped his arm around Dick. Bruce gave a quick kiss to the top of Dick’s hair. He also rested his chin on top of Dick’s head. He killed the interior lights, enjoying the soothing dark while the Batmobile drove itself home.

FIC: Showering with the Bat (Bruce/Dick)

Fri, 21 Mar 2008 01:36:56 GMT

Title: Showering with the Bat
Author: Horny_Hippo (hgwithhg)
Characters: Bruce/Dick
Claim: Bats/Arrows
Word Count 943
Rating: R
Disclaimer: All characters are the creative property of DC Comics, all rights reserved
Warnings: SLASH
Notes: This is my first attempt at Bruce/Dick slash. No sex (yet) and no real plot. Just Bruce and Dick kissing and getting naked in the shower.

Dick felt like every nerve on him was waiting to explode. It was taught and hypersensitive. It had been three long days and then Tim had stuck to them like glue. He could not get a hidden kiss or in desperation a quickie in the back alley. Hell, he had gotten so frustrated he was ready to find HIMSELF a dark alley. Self-gratification was not his first choice but it beat dying of sexual frustration. He wanted to rip off their uniforms and tell Bruce to ravish him now. He crossed and uncrossed his legs under the table, wondering if his older lover was deliberately trying to torture him to death.

Bruce looked across the table at his young lover. Dick was ready and willing. Bruce also loved how incredibly able he was. It made it easier when your partner was so incredibly limber and hot. He was just as eager as Dick. He really wished Tim would get tired and head up to bed. In another five minutes Bruce would lose his patience and order him up to bed. He finished up the debriefing. He closed the report. “Are there any questions?”

Dick did not know whether he wanted to scream or cry when Tim raised his hand. This was the most inhumane torture he had ever endured. He knew he had to keep his mouth shut. Yelling out “Go to bed Tim, I want Bruce to ravish me” would not go over well. He internally begged and pleaded with Bruce to ignore it. He could not think any nasty thoughts because of the apologetic look he got from Bruce. He closed his eyes and tried to think of the most disgusting things he could think of. He settled for the Joker naked. He tuned out Tim and before the Joker even finished getting naked the edge was gone. Dick was also worried he might have burned his retinas in the process.

“Yes Tim?” Bruce forced out. He felt like saying, “I’m frustrated and I really want to be caressing Dick instead. Go to bed.”

“Can Dick stay here over the weekend so I can go to headquarters?”

Dick snapped back. He heard Dick stay here weekend and that was all he needed. “Yes, Tim. I can certainly arrange that.”

“Great! We are having movie weekend. How can I ever thank you?”

“Do you mind heading up to bed? I have some private man stuff I need to talk to Bruce about OK?”

“Yeah sure, whatever. You two just want to do the nasty. I am gone.” Tim took off and went up the stares in a hurry.

“Ahhh!” Dick sighed and felt the tension leave his body. Bruce stood and walked over. He removed his cowl and then Dick’s mask. Dick sometimes thought it would be pretty cool to make love with some of the costume on but Bruce drew the line at that.

Bruce scooped him up and kissed him tenderly. Dick felt Scarlett O’Hara. He had to fight the urge to say “Fiddle dee dee”. He thought Bruce was far sexier than Clark Gable. He thought the mustache Gable wore looked a little like a dead rat glued over his lip. He kissed him again and Dick felt the heat building. Bruce carried them into the showers. He set Dick down, albeit reluctantly. They hurriedly stripped off their clothes, each disappointed that the other was going to fast. Bruce turned on the shower. He took Dick’s hand and led him in.

Dick loved the feel of the hot water coming down on him. He stuck his head under the shower. He shook it like a mane. He was feeling very decadent. It felt wonderful. He smiled as he caught the smell of strawberries. “I thought I would wash your hair.”

“Don’t pout.” Bruce breathed in his ear, nipping for a second the tender skin between Dick’s neck and shoulders. “Tomorrow night. We have all weekend now remember? Tonight I want to take care of you. Spoil you like my special brat you are.” Dick leaned back as he felt Bruce work the shampoo through his hair. He groaned at how lovely it felt. He heart Bruce give a throaty chuckle. “I was going to soap the rest of you down but ah I don’t know if we could handle that. I definitely do not want to do it on the floor of the shower.”

“I can lay down.”

“No, you are satin sheets and feather beds, love. Don’t you ever forget it.” Bruce handed Dick a bar of soap. “Now hurry up so we can start enjoying the night.”

They finished the shower in a hurry. Dick had barely gotten the towel tied around his waist when a similarly toweled Bruce scooped him up. He loved the feel of being safe and loved in Bruce’s arms again. He felt Bruce’s lips and tongue claim him. He still got the same thrill he had gotten the night of his eighteenth birthday. He leaned his head against the muscular hairy chest of Bruce. He could not help the purr that escaped.

“You are a sensuous little kitten. I might have to see how many purrs I can get out of you.”

Bruce smiled down at Dick and buried his nose in the strawberry fields of his hair. He could not believe how beautiful his life had turned out to be. He had to have done something right to have this one in his arms again. He bypassed the stairs and took the elevator right to the second floor. He did not want to wait much longer to enjoy his personal playground.

Bat/Arrows Slashy Kink Prompts

Fri, 21 Mar 2008 00:17:05 GMT

01.	bite	02.	lick	03.	caress	04.	grind	05.	romance/romantic
06.	flowers/petals/roses	07.	yes	08.	surprise	09.	dinner	10.	dance
11.	horizontal	12.	silk	13.	shower	14.	grope	15.	oil
16.	massage	17.	wax	18.	flog/flogger	19.	paddle	20.	clamps
21.	sleep	22.	free time	23.	where are my pants?	24.	knead	25.	explode
26.	fantasy	27.	tension	28.	skin	29.	breath	30.	tongue
31.	lips	32.	hair	33.	knots	34.	buckles	35.	leather
36.	need	37.	crave	38.	penetrate	39.	tight	40.	jealousy
41.	straddle	42.	silhouette	43.	flame	44.	strap	45.	crimson
46.	double	47.	submit	48.	spank	49.	cum	50.	hold back
51.	swing	52.	taboo	53.	voyeur	54.	non-con	55.	role play
56.	lust	57.	devotion	58.	ice	59.	orgy	60.	virgin
61.	great outdoors	62.	blindfold	63.	cross dressing	64.	taste	65.	restraints
66.	deep	67.	slick/wet	68.	writer's choice	69.	writer's choice	70.	writer's choice

Bats/Arrows Slashy Prompts

Thu, 20 Mar 2008 23:55:52 GMT

01.	alone	02.	vulnerable	03.	naked	04.	empty	05.	blind
06.	lose/lost	07.	binding	08.	defy authority	09.	rebellion	10.	retribution
11.	insanity	12.	unstable	13.	questioning	14.	haunted	15.	nightmare
16.	buried	17.	death	18.	left behind	19.	withheld	20.	scream
21.	issues	22.	denial	23.	force	24.	mutilate	25.	abuse
26.	invisible	27.	temptation	28.	addiction	29.	choke	30.	suffer
31.	agony	32.	cry/tears	33.	burn	34.	smoke	35.	ashes
36.	cast-off	37.	outside	38.	mistake	39.	regret	40.	procrastinate
41.	wander	42.	scar/scarred	43.	cursed	44.	useless	45.	replacement
46.	intervene	47.	traitor	48.	cold	49.	wild	50.	hot/heated
51.	blood	52.	burden	53.	karma	54.	guilt	55.	solitude
56.	conceal	57.	encounter	58.	atonement	59.	absolution	60.	punish
61.	anxiety	62.	winter	63.	torture	64.	bitter	65.	baggage
66.	writer's choice	67.	writer's choice	68.	writer's choice	69.	writer's choice	70.	writer's choice