Strict Nonsense

His eager eyes looked down at you, a cold hand trailing down your thigh. Luka's touch was delicate, and dramatic. It left the hair on your thighs standing straight, tingly bumps rising with it. Your breath hitched in your throat, arousal as well as fear brewing in your stomach. As Luka shuffled closer to you, you sank deeper into the mattress. The silence began to feel uncomfortable, your irregular heartbeat being the only audible noise to you. Luka's hand shoved itself between your legs, now feeling your rapid pulse down there as well. His hands slithered against the damp fabric of your panties, a wicked smile slowly forming on his face. Your body trembled at his touch, a sharp hiss leaving your lips. It didn't take long before his pinky caught itself in the elastic band of your panties, promptly pulling them down. The sudden change of temperature making you exhale loudly. "Soaked might be an understatement for what you're presenting here for me, my dear." He purred, not missing the embarrassment that flashed across your face. "It is for me though, right?" A satisfied grin building up at your lazy nod. "For me, and me only.." His murmured words were barely audible under his breath. The glint in his eyes was undeniably hungry though. Your eyes were unsure on what to focus on. His face? His hands - that were now moving to spread your thighs apart? Or back to his face that was now diving between your legs and li- Oh. His smug face disappeared between your legs, only his blonde locks remain for you to see. Your back arched ever so slightly, as you bit your lip to swallow the moan. His tongue focused on your clit, expertly flicking it in a steady rhythm. Your hands gripped the sheets with all the strength that you had left remaining. The filthy noise that was created by Luka lapping on your cunt, echoed through the room. With each second passing, the noise that left your own mouth, became more obscene. Not only the pornographic blend of noise, but also the vulgar display of Luka eating you out like a starved man, was captured in it's best quality by all the surrounding cameras in the room. They captured angles you could only dream of experiencing. From your POV you couldn't see much. Not the way Luka devoured you, not the way his face was glistening from your juices, and certainly not the way he was grinding himself against the mattress below him. Both of you were very much aware of the cameras pointing at you. This wasn't just a lustful evening - It was a performance, a documentary, another event to entertain and teach the aliens about human nature, and you just happen to be the two stars of this show. While it was embarrassing, Luka had promised to make you forget all about who was watching, make himself forget about it in the process as well. While it was working for you, the cameras seemed to ignite something dangerous in your blonde boyfriend. He's performative, even more so, when the cameras turn on and the stage lights illuminate the very stage he stands on. Right now, you were his stage, the dim lamp above you the headlights, and the cameras his audience.

That's why Luka was more eager than usual. That's why he's doing everything to show off, putting his whole body to use. His hands may be on your thighs, but that doesn't mean they are still. He's squeezing, scratching, digging his short nails into them, and even occasionally grazing your ticklish areas with his fingers. Luka's tongue plunged deep into your entrance to collect your essence, which he not only smeared everywhere near your cunt, but also ended up smearing all over his face. You were high on him, every movement of his tongue freed more dopamine, as well as bringing you closer to your own peak. Swallowing saliva became harder with each passing moment, resulting in drool just spilling from your lips. His incoherent bubbles only reached your senses through the vibration they created against your pussy, sending shivers down your spine. Before you could get any closer to your release, Luka came up to take a breather. Before you could even protest, you choked on your own words. He was ethereal. The blonde strands of hair clinging to his forehead, the ponytail messily hanging on, his skin glistening with your arousal, a bewildered look on his face with his jaw hanging low. You watched his chest rise and sink again. His eyes as drowsy as ever. "Shit.." He cursed under his breath. "Maybe this isn't too bad after all…" Luka let go of your thighs, his eyes darting to your eyes then to your lips. A blink later his lips brushed against yours, his hot breath tickling your skin. His golden eyes stared into yours, allowing you to witness a moment of weakness in them. It was like he wanted you to see, which is why he didn't dare to get any closer. You could only smile at his unusual timidity, which resulted in a faint smile from his as well. With an inhale you closed the distance between your lips. Despite the previous intimacy, the kiss was filled with all sorts of hunger and desire. Your hands found themselves at the back of Luka's head, disheveling his already messy ponytail even more, to the point where the hair tie is hanging on by a thread. Teeth are clashing, tongues dancing, lips bruising and hands are uncontrollably grabbing onto anything that's in reach. That's how hasty, yet lustful kisses always were with the star of Alien Stage. There was no space between you and him, bodies pressed so tightly against each other, there was no escape. Luka loved to suck on your bottom lip just as much as he loved fucking your mouth with his tongue. It was filthy, dirty and pornographic footage, especially with the way he directly looked into a camera while continuing his actions. His expression was full of pride and another emotion, which couldn't be described with words. A mix of mischief and malicious joy. When your lips left his to take a breath, you noticed the discarded pants across the room. Luka licked his lips, before delivering a few strokes to his hardened cock. At the sight, you could only swallow hard. No matter how many times you've seen it, it never fails to make you flush. His shaft was lengthy, not exactly thick, but just perfect enough to make you see stars. And he certainly knew how to use it With a swift movement, he pushed you down onto the bed. Your back sinking into the mattress. His hand rested just above your chest, holding you down and feeling your heartbeat. Your eyes were wide open, he could practically see how you were trying to process everything. Luka's eyes darted down to your neglected cunt, still glistening with arousal, just how he left it. "You'll let me in, right? My sweet girl.." Luka cooed so sweetly, while looking at you through half lidded eyes. His hand went back to cupping your cunt, his thumb on your clit, while the rest of his hand spread your folds. Luka's cold hand was a strong contrast to your burning heat. It made your toes curl, a jolt shooting through your body. His brain was hazy, controlled by appetite, craving, thirst. The urge to fill you up, to make you his in a way, that's far from an aliens understanding.

"Heperu said, you should be ovulating by now, which means there's a higher chance for success, no?" Luka said silently, lazily playing with your cunt. It wasn't incorrect, you've felt more aroused than usual. While Ovulation wasn't something you had been educated on enough, you knew basic facts. The aliens had researched you enough and perfectly calculated your cycle for a high success rate. "You want it just as bad, hm? The fantasy is just as sweet in your brain as it is in mine." He retracted his hand from your cunt. "So don't deny me now." Was the last coherent sentence you could process, before your vision went black. Only seconds later you gained back your consciousness. Your senses instantly being swamped. Luka's hips were slamming into you. He had one hand hooked under your leg, while the other had a steady yet bruising grip on your hip. Luka had set a rough pace, which ripped all kinds of noises from your throat. High pitched moans and whimpers could be occasionally heard from Luka. Sounds that would forever be engraved into your ears and mind. He'd never get tired of how you feel around him. Nothing was prettier than the sight of your cunt greedily swallowing him, the messy look on your face, and especially the tears on your face. Each and every time he sank into you, it would flip a switch in his mind. When he turned his face back to look down at you, he almost came on the spot. The sight below him was beyond gorgeous. Your eyes rolled far back in your head, while drool ran down your chin and tears dared to spill from your eyes. He watched as your hands messily tried to grab onto the sheets, but kept missing as your body rhythmically bounced. The neatly done bed, was now decorated with rumpled sheets. Some spots were damp with your arousal or sweat. Or maybe both. Matching the rhythm of Luka's thrusts, the bed repeatedly slammed against the wall. "Just like that, sweetheart..Shit..you feel so good-" He muttered between gritted teeth. "Do you feel good, pretty?" Luka asked, before reaching out to hold your hand. You nodded lazily. "Yeah— Feels so good.." To which he only grinned. The hand he was holding was slowly lead to his mouth, as he delivered a few kisses to your fingertips, his own purple fingertips covering caressing yours. "Yeah..I bet it does, sweet girl. Bet you're gonna make a great mom." Luka nuzzled his face against your hand, while looking down at you again. This time the expression was not only hungry though, it was filled with something else. Adoration, maybe? "You want that? Wanna carry my— ah..child?" At his words, you clenched around him. A sharp hiss escaping his lips. "Yeah I— want it so bad.." You cried out. He felt evil, so evil for enjoying this as much as he does, and yet he couldn't even bring himself to try and stop. So when he put both of your legs over his shoulder, and leaned closer, so the two of you could be face to face, you knew that you were in for something. Luka changed up his voice tone, from teasing and smug, to caring but condescending. He wore a mocking expression, while he wiped the tears from your cheeks. "Shh, don't cry now. Turns me on even more." Oh, and how you wanted to smack him across the face for it, even though it turned you on terribly. Eventually you could feel the stutter of his hips, the ragged breath, and the slight change in expression. His hips targeted that one specific spot in your pussy, that never failed to make you see stars. Luka's other hand came down to start toying with your clit. Your own breath started to become unsteady, as the coil in your stomach threatened to pop. Neither of you needed words to explain what was about to happen. Luka decided to rest his forehead against yours, the musky smell of sweat hitting your senses.

"Almost there, sweetheart— Just be good and— hah take it" His purple finger tips sloppily played with your clit, and it was only a matter of time till— Snap. The coil snapped in almost an instant. Both of you stilling any movement, only occasionally jerking in pleasure. Your breath caught in your throat once again, occasionally accompanied by whiny mewls. Luka on the other hand, was moaning his lungs out. Cursing and mumbling between breaths. "That's a good girl..Fuckkkk.." Luka moaned, while burying his face in your exposed neck. His seed spilled deep into you. The space inside becoming even tighter than before. It wasn't until Luka gently started grinding again only a few minutes later, that you stopped daydreaming. He chuckled at the sight of your dumbfounded face. "You really thought once was going to be enough? We'll be here all night if we have to, sweet girl" You should start praying to some higher being.

You're in Gotham in tonight's dream. The old Gotham, of course. Before any bastard undead creatures could suck the life out of your city. Before Dick Grayson haunted your dreams. 

You're on a rooftop ledge, legs dangling. You stare at the harbor. The city's wet from the rain and alive. So alive. You start to cry. 

"Oh, honey," he says, and you cry harder because he sounds exactly like the Dick you knew. 

He keeps his distance, sitting a few feet away. You refuse to look at him, because this is exactly how he gets you to miss him. Dick makes a soft noise when you scrub at your face.

"Have you been eating enough?" he asks, and he almost sounds tender. But you know better. "I'll track down a produce shipment, tell my men to intercept the boat for you."

"Fuck you," you say. "I don't take food out of people's mouths."

Dick edges closer. He feels big in your dreams, looming over you. 

"You wouldn't take food out of anyone's mouth. There's no longer a faction on the planet that requires all that food." 

Because the vampires have all but wiped humans out. You snarl. 

"Why can't you leave me alone?" you snap. "I know you're cruel, but the least you could do is let me dream in peace."

"Have I been cruel to you? I don't mean to be, sweetheart. I visit to check on you."

"Bullshit, Dick." Saying his name makes you shake. "You visit to manipulate me. I'm not going to give up my location, I'm not going to turn against my team, and I'm definitely never going to be your queen."

Dick is next to you on the roof ledge, now. He leans in and you stiffen at his eyes. You still aren't used to the absence of blue.

"Of course not. I wouldn't make you do anything you don't want to," he says, hand slipping across your jaw. You immediately slap him away. He makes a displeased sound. 

"Why don't you find someone else to manipulate? I'm sure you've got countless minions who'd leap at the chance to be with you for eternity." 

"I don't want anyone else," he murmurs. "I've thought of nothing but you since we parted. I wish you hadn't run, my love. Things would be better if we were together, you’d see.”

"Hah. You used to be so much better at compartmentalizing, Grayson. Guess vampires aren't so good at controlling their own desires."

He laughs, tosses his head back. His fangs glint. Dick's smile is deceiving; underneath the charm, there's unimaginable power. Vampirism has treated him well: he's always filled out, lean with muscle, carrying an easy strength everywhere he goes. 

You, on the other hand, suffer from poor nutrition. You didn't sleep well before this mess; now, it's nearly impossible. 

(Except when Dick visits, you feel rested the next morning. You'd never admit such a thing to anybody, but it's the truth.) 

"Oh, sweetheart, but why would I bother controlling my desires now? There's no one stopping me from having what I want."

You stew in silence, turning away from him. Dick sighs. 

"What do you want, hm? Tell me. I'll give you anything." 

"I want you to free every human you're holding captive," you say. "And I want you and your people to stop this war."

"Such a golden heart," Dick says. "That's what I love about you. Always so good."

"You used to be good too," you shoot back bitterly. 

"No, I used to be obedient. There's a difference. I used to be Bruce's little, golden cow."

“He treated you well.”

“When I fell in line,” he says.

You fall quiet again. Dick scoots closer. You scoot away. 

"You know I've already let a few of the humans go. For you, honey. As a sign of goodwill. I'm not totally heartless, you know."

You roll your eyes. 

"Right. Well, us cattle don't find it merciful when we're sent out on our own to die, so you'll have to excuse me if I don't thank Your Highness on my knees."

"You are not cattle," Dick says fiercely. "Don't talk about yourself that way."

"My life is no less human and no more important than theirs," you say, temper flaring. "So, yes, I am."

"That's—"

You fall off the roof before he can say any more. Your stomach swoops similarly to how it would if you were awake. But then the stars bleed into the skyline, and there's a flash of golden light. 

And now you're in a bedroom. It's not one you recognize, richly decorated with golden accents and silk sheets and curtains. You'd almost mistake it for a room at Wayne Manor. 

"Now this is much better, don't you think? You're wearing my favorite color."

You look down and see that your pajamas have been swapped for a long, blood red, chiffon nightgown. It hugs every curve and dip of your body, the sleeves and collar trimmed in soft fur. The neckline is somewhat modest, but the fabric is totally see-through past your thighs. 

It's something a queen would wear. 

"Beautiful," Dick murmurs, voice rough. "Fuck, honey. This is the sort of thing you should wear all the time."

"Change me back," you demand. "I am not a doll for you to dress up, Dick."

"No, of course you're not. This is just a taste of how you'd live if you were with me, my love."

"I will never live with you. I'd rather die."

Dick hums, then draws closer. You back up until your legs hit the edge of the bed. He prowls further, eyes sharp like he's hunting prey. Your pulse quickens and you have to remind yourself that this is just a dream. 

"What happened to us?" he asks softly. "I know that, at one point, you loved me."

"Yeah, that was before you turned into a monster. I loved a man." 

"I'm no more monster than any of the men you've known," Dick says. 

You scoff. "God, where'd you get that one? Jason?"

Dick smiles, and it almost looks human. "No, that was a Grayson original. And it's true. Man has never been good. You don't like me because now I drink a little blood?"

"I don't like you because you used to be good, and now you're not."

He hums. "I'm not all bad, my love. I can be subdued, tamed. You want me to be tame? I can be good for you. I can give you anything your heart desires. Our wants are the same.”

Dick eases you backwards onto the bed. You shouldn’t let him. Shouldn’t like the cold press of undead flesh against your heat. Shouldn’t like how he holds you, how convincing he sounds. You know your wants aren’t the same, that Dick is playing you, and you’re being easy.

But… but it's not like you'll ever see him for real again. No one will know. 

And God, it's been so long since anyone touched you. You pined for this, what seems like forever ago. Dick Grayson wanting you had felt impossible, until it wasn't… but by then, he'd become the very thing you'd sworn to hate. 

"This–” You swallow. “This isn’t right.” 

But your legs part for him to kneel between. 

"Tell me to stop and I will. I serve you first."

Dick hovers over you, hands planted on either side of your head. You're getting wet. You ache in more ways than one. 

"This is cruel," you whine.

"I don’t mean to be cruel,” he says gently. “Do you want me to stop, my love? My beautiful queen, who hasn’t been touched in so long. You’ve needed me, haven’t you?”

“Not–not your queen,” you say, panting, but you let him in, let him settle above you. 

“If you say so, my love," he says, nuzzling your neck. You tense even though he can't actually bite you. 

His fingers thread with yours. The position is unbearably intimate. You’d forgotten how romantic Dick was. How loving. Briefly, you wonder if he kept that through the shift.

It’s impossible, you insist as he kisses your jaw.

"You're a dream in red," he purrs. "I might prefer it to you in blue, but it's a close call."

"Your ego is ridiculous," you say, and Dick unlinks one hand to pet the apex of your thighs with two fingers. You're still clothed, and you're still dreaming, but the heat and pressure and slick feel so real. 

"The sounds you're making certainly don’t keep my ego in check," Dick says with a proud grin, fangs on display. 

Then he rips your underwear off, ducks between your legs, and licks you until you cry. 

You arch off the bed, and even in the dream, his strength is easy, one hand keeping you pressed to the bed. Dick pushes one of your legs up to get a deeper angle, moaning into your cunt. Your leg goes up easily even though in real life, it would pinch. You’re not as flexible as he is.

"Dickie," you cry, tears slipping down your cheeks because it's so good, it feels real, you wish this was real, wish you had him back. 

He nips your thighs, groans into your sex. Dick ruts the mattress, the first loss of control he's shown. It makes you wetter, knowing that he's so gone for you. It's sick to like such a thing, but you never stopped loving him, not really. You can't seem to reckon the man from the monster. 

You come hard on his tongue, and he keeps licking until you push him away. 

"You haven't been touched in ages, I bet," he says, lips shiny with your arousal. His eyes are a brighter red. His chest heaves. He looks hungrier than before he started.

"Been a bit busy,” you say when your brain comes back online. “End of humanity and all that."

His eyes go soft. You hate that he can still make that look. 

"Why are you so stubborn? Why won't you let me take care of you? You belong at my side."

You scowl. "I don't belong anywhere, Dick. Certainly nowhere near you."

His eyes glitter and he grabs you by your hips and kisses you. You let him, because you're absolutely pathetic and because you haven't been touched in ages.

Dick laughs against your mouth and peppers kisses on your throat before pulling away. 

"I'll send your team food. They won't even know it's me," he says, half-lidded. "My beloved queen. You'll never starve. I didn't know it was so bad."

"I am not your queen and I don't need your charity. In fact, you know what? I'm waking up. Right now."

Dick smiles, and kisses your hand. Then he gets off of the bed, and fixes his collar. He must be aching in his slacks, dream or not, but he straightens up like he has all the time in the world to fuck you. Like he knows you’ll be back.

"Of course, my love. Whatever you want. Till next time."

The dream fades from a golden bedroom to your dark, tiny hole of a room you've camped in for a few months. 

You turn your head and look at the clock. It's still late. 

Your thighs ache. Your mouth tingles where he kissed you.