#rasjay

“What,” Bruce said flatly, “Are those?”

“Aw, geez, I fucking told him to quit this shit,” Jason grumbled after he’d crawled in after Bruce and seen the huge pile of jewl encrusted gifts laying on the floor.

“And who, exactly, is ‘he’?” Bruce said, holding out a hand for Jason to stop so he could scan the pile. Not just anyone was skilled enough to break into a Bat safehouse… especially not one of Jason’s, who was even more prone to bobytrapping every inch of his bases than Bruce was, which was saying something. 

“Ra’s,” Jason said with disinterest, huffing but letting Bruce do his thing. 

That made Bruce pause all over.

“Why.” growled Bruce, knowing the demand missed being a question by a mile and not caring. 

“Trying to make amends for how he treated me in the league by courting me or whatever,” Jason said boredly, already wandering off into the base.

“Courting,” Bruce repeated.

“Yeah, I was surprised too. I kinda expected him to be a homophobe or something considering how traditional the league tends to be. But I guess coming back from the dead more than 3 times without a Pit makes me an exception to the rules or something.”

“When else have you come back from the dead?” Bruce asked, frowning.

Jason didn’t look at him, “You know when, B.”

“I don’t,” Bruce said stubbornly, refusing to think of the blood that had poured through Jason's fingers after he’d thrown that baterage, or the way he stopped responding when Bruce had hit him after shooting Penguin. No, Bruce refused to believe it. He would have noticed.

“Yeah, well, anyway it’s nothing for you to worry about. Me and T can handle Ra’s,” Jason said, seeming to not want to talk about it anymore. 

“You’re much too young for Ra’s,” Bruce growled.

“Yes, dad,” Jason said sarcastically. 

“I mean it, Jason,” Bruce warned, ignoring that comment. 

“Fuck, B, I’m not actually going to take him up on his offers,” Jason gave him an annoyed look.

“Ra’s is too dangerous,” Bruce shook his head, “You should come back to the Manor and let me handle him.”

“Like fuck,” Jason scoffed, “I said I’ve got it, B. Anyway, you should be grateful. This way maybe the old goat will stop trying to rape the replacement. He’s just trying to get into my good graces.”

“He tried to do what to Tim-?”

“You’ve gotta talk to your kids more,” Jason said mockingly.

“Jason-”

“Get the file you came for and go,” Jason waved him away as he began unbuckling his boots, “I’m too tired to argue with you right now.”

“We’re not done talking about this,” Bruce warned.

To Ra’s, he is a marvel. 

A mystery unto itself. Not a gift or an end but the means to an end that never comes.

Jason grasps at the man’s wrist in an attempt to stave off that overwhelming need to come. He doesn’t want that, not yet. Not when he’s just got them all here. Feels like a rare occasion, something that borderlines special and just for him. The Demon’s Head chuckles and it reverberates while Jason just groans deeply, his thighs dropping wider even before any one of them makes him spread it.

Ra’s fucks three of his fingers deeper in response, all the way in until the cool press of his rings bumps against his entrance like a promise. He arches his back, he shoves his hips down.

It’s frantic, an aborted motion when he is kept still with a hand at his throat.

“Patience is virtue, child.” Ra’s tells him, fingertips over the bruises they leave like a halo around his neck.

Jason leans into it, moans softly with it, only to have the noise cut short when Roman shoves a thumb roughly between his lips.

It is the signature stench of Black Mask that Jason has all but memorized, all butter soft as it drags almost lovingly over the flat of his tongue, stirring against it to fill his nose and every little crevices within the cavern of his mouth. He swallows thickly at the drool that gathers, and it’s the heavy heady taste of worn leather that goes down. And it’s like Roman is already buried all the way down to fill his throat.

“Wrong place to be looking for virtue here.” Slade murmurs as he grazes a finger down Jason’s sternum as he stands next to him, watches the way Jason’s skin pebbles beneath his touch. Jason’s eyes follow at half-mast the way Deathstroke doesn’t avoid even the worst of his scars, hardly even lingers at how the stark cut of his autopsy bisects his torso. “Least of all, when the kid’s this eager to get back at Daddy.”

Slade twists at a hard nipple, laughs a little at the grimace Jason lets out when he pulls and smirks at the full body flush of pleasure that Jason can’t quite hide when he’s stripped out of all his clothes while they stand around him in full three piece suits.

Red Hood might win Comeback Villain of the Year but it’s hardly the award ceremony that matters, it’s always been the after party, and this is it.

“You look a lot like you could be one of his but you don’t act much like the Bat.” Roman withdraws his thumb and lets the tacky strands of spit draw long before they finally snap. The man goes for his pants, drags the zipper down until he can pull his cock out while Luthor does the same. 

“Then he’s got you fooled, Roman. Not that it takes much.” Lex points out, and the two of them sneer at one another at the frankly pathetically low aim. They are both hard, and they’re also waiting. “Red Hood here is just like his father, a bleeding heart with a penchant for collecting lost strays.” 

Jason turns over, from his back to pick himself up so he can get up on his hands and knees. He is at their feet, and in anyone else’s eyes, he’s at their mercy too. He leans forward, deliberately drops a kiss to the tip of their cocks while he looks up at them from beneath his lashes, tasting the salty precum going especially bitter when he dips his tongue over their slits.

“Don’t bring my friend into this, Luthor.” Jason warns the man with his teeth bared, canines glinting dangerously and his threat is hardly subtle: He’s not in control but neither are they, not fully any way.

He is a willing party in all of this, more than willing if pressed for an answer, and this is what he hopes will gut Bruce to the core. That he hasn’t just fallen but that he’s fallen so far.

Slade’s hand drags through Jason’s hair and a rumble of his words with it, blunt fingernails across the scalp and it wracks a shiver down the length of Jason’s spine like he knows it would. “And here, I thought we’re all friends.” 

“Friend is a very far stretch even between us.” Ra’s interrupts, one hand curling around Jason’s waist, each point of his fingertips dig into flesh as he pulls him away from Slade’s grip, just enough to drag Jason to him. His other hand comes down over the curve of Jason’s ass, pulling his cheeks apart to expose the pucker of his pink hole all shiny with slick.

Even with both hands on the ground to keep his balance, Jason nearly drops forward with how deep the man goes without warning.

An easy enough push, and Ra’s Al Ghul is all the way inside on the initial thrust. Jason’s breath hitches beautifully, and his skin blooms in colours in the shape of their hands all over him.

“But we can still have fun, can’t we?” Slade guides Jason forward with his fingers gripping his hair, leads him up from his hands to simply on his knees so his face lines up with Luthor and Sionis’ cocks. And it’s almost considerate when Slade allows him just enough give so he can still be pulled back to take Ra’s to the hilt.

“Thought we were already doing that.” Roman adds on a low groan that escapes from between his teeth when Jason tries to take both of them inside.

Their cocks smear messily, and Jason settles for taking Roman into his mouth while Lex’s drags across his cheek leaving a streak of precum in its wake. Jason hollows his cheeks, sucks in earnest as he works his tongue at the underside. 

Slade lets go of Jason’s hair, grins at the tiny keen Jason lets escape at the loss of that centering grip even with a mouth crammed full of their cocks. “I’m sure Red Hood can do better than just this.”

His face is red, seam of his lips stretched wide, and the inside of his mouth is all soft wet heat as he sloppily pulls off of Roman just to let Luthor fuck his face. Jason reaches out, takes Slade in hand and jerks him off, motion stuttering in its rhythm as he is rocked back and forth between them.

The alpha rose from their shared bed, drawing a robe around himself though he didn’t bother with actually closing it. Jason ignored him as Ra’s approached, choosing instead to focus on setting his earrings perfectly. His mate was warm when Ra’s stepped up behind him, his chest solid against his back. Jason closed his eyes, humming as hands settled low on his hips and a warm mouth fell over his neck. A pleased sigh fell from Jason’s lips as he tilted his head to the side, resting his head against his mate’s shoulder. The mouth to his throat made slow but steady work up to his jaw.

“And what is it that you do then?” Jason mused unable to fight the smile or the shiver when teeth nipped his ear.

Ra’s rumbled low in his ear. “I admire what is mine.”

“What’s yours?” Jason smirked. “And what says I’m yours exactly?”

The alpha growled low and possessive, a sound that vibrated through his chest and into Jason. It always left him a bit breathless though he would never give Ra’s the pleasure of admitting it. One of the hands gripping his hip trailed up to the chain hanging from Jason’s throat. A simple tug and Jason went nearly boneless. He gasped at the pull of the collar around his throat, at the memories that flooded his mind of nights spent so high on the pleasure he couldn’t remember his own name.

“Alpha,” It came in a breathless gasp, a near moan. It pleased Ra’s immensely to see the flutter of Jason’s thick eyelashes, of his mouth parting just slightly in that wanton moan, the heaviness in his shimmering green eyes.

The collar that sat around his omega’s throat was nothing too extravagant or flashy. It was still of the highest quality and made from the plushest leather. Gold was sewn into the leather with emeralds decorating it. The collar marked Ra’s claim over Jason but it also reflected just how dangerous his beloved could be.

Curling the chain around his fist, Ra’s felt Jason’s muscles shift and loosened his grip when the omega twisted in his arms to face him. A face full of mischief smiled up at him with teeth biting into his plump bottom lip. Jason’s eyes cast to Ra’s raised hand holding his leash then back up to his alpha. With his hands placed against Ra’s chest, Jason leaned up to press a taunting kiss beneath the alpha’s jaw, as submissive as a wildcat.

“Hmm, of course, Alpha.” Jason murmured against his skin. “Your collar is around my neck.”

Ra’s couldn’t restrain the chuckle that fell from his throat at his omega’s playfulness. He pulled the leash taunt, forcing Jason’s head back as the collar pulled taunt. “You are a minx, Beloved, a true terror.”

“And yet you keep me.”

Jason leaned up on his toes to press his mouth to his alphas, purring happily when Ra’s relented and indulged in the show of affection. The hand resting idly against Jason’s hip dipped lower to cup a generous ass. It took little encouragement for the omega to wrap his arms around Ra’s shoulders and lift a leg around the alpha’s hip. Ra’s slid his hand along the fair skin of Jason’s thigh, growling hungrily and grinding against his mate.

Somewhere along the way, the simple kiss turned deep and hungry. Jason found himself lifted into the air, legs locked around his alpha as he was carried to the bed. Being dropped against the sheets had him giggling with his legs fell apart for Ra’s to slide between. His black locks fell around him as he gazed up at the man standing over him. Years ago he probably would have feared this situation, but now he felt himself getting wet at just the thought. Ra’s still held the chain to his collar though looser now. He leaned over Jason, boxing him in as he stole the omega’s hands tying his wrist together with the chain.

Those skilled hands roamed down Jason’s chest to his hips. While Ra’s explored his body, Jason gave his wrists a few experimental tugs, groaning when it also tugged on the collar.

“Such a treasure.” Ra’s murmured. He slid his hands beneath the fabric of the skirt, pulling it aside to reveal Jason’s cunt, still wet and abused from their previous round of fun. “Yet such a handful.”

“You would get bored of me if I was like the other omegas throwing themselves at you.”

Ra’s hummed, a smile forming on his lips as he slipped a hand between Jason’s legs, stroking along wet puffy folds and drawing a low moan. His fingers, rough from years of battle, slid deep inside Jason. Jason’s eyes fluttered closed. His back arched and he sighed as he pressed his face to the sheets. Ra’s continued to stroke along velvet walls. He enjoyed how Jason contracted around his fingers, how easily his omega took two fingers sliding in and out in a mockery of his cock.

“Fuck, Ra’s, just fuck me.” Jason growled, arms shifting as he attempted to reach for the hand sloppily finger fucking him but only succeeding in yanking the collar. “I’m already ready for you!”

“I have no doubt you could take me now, Beloved. You are perfect, but like all perfect jewels I must admire you.”

Jason grumbled but didn’t protest further. He simply let himself enjoy the teasing rub of calloused fingers against his sensitive walls. His body remained pliant and willing when Ra’s hoisted one leg over his shoulder, pulling his slick and cum soaked fingers from Jason only to coat his cock in the mess. Jason moaned softly as Ra’s turned him on his side and pulled him closer to the edge and into a better position. The initial stretch of Ra’s cock always sent shivers up Jason’s spine. Jason’s body gave way to the alpha cock sliding into him, forcing him to accept every delicious inch.

“Fuck,”

Ra’s chuckled, a bit breathy himself once sheathed fully. His grip on Jason’s leg tightened enough to possibly leave bruises. The other hand fell to Jason’s other thigh, pushing the omega’s legs further apart. They both groaned on the first slow thrust. Ra’s gripped his mate tight and began pounding into his wet heat. His mate moaned and writhed beneath him already completely lost in the pleasure of it all. It had become all too easy for Ra’s to lose himself in this omega, to be overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of it all.

Toes curling, Jason threw his head back with mouth open. Every gasp and moan fell freely. Each hard thrust bounced him further up the bed only for the grip on his hips to drag him back down on his alpha’s cock. His fingers curled into tight fists. There wasn’t much he could do with his arms. Bound together as they were, he could only tug on his collar, moan as he searched for the same pleasure as having his alpha holding his leash gave. Ra’s leaned over him and in the process bent Jason nearly in two.

Green eyes hazy from bliss blinked open to meet the more vibrant green of his alpha. “Alpha, Alpha, please.”

And like with all the other gifts, Ra’s spoiled his omega further. Their lips clashed in a wet sloppy kiss as Ra’s braced an arm against the bed. His hips pounded into the pliant body beneath him that was so wet and so tight despite taking a knot only an hour ago. He could feel how his mate gushed, how slick coated his cock and dripped onto Jason’s thigh. The press of a knot was already growing. Ra’s growled low. He pulled back suddenly earning a whine when he detached himself from his omega.

A gentle croon and stroking hands sooth any panic he may have induced. Once Jason was calm and needy once more, Ra’s gripped his hips and twisted until Jason laid on his stomach, legs braced against the floor. His hands were released from the chain but the moment they were Jason felt the collar go taunt. Ra’s yanked his head back by the chain, forcing his back into an arch.

Ra’s slammed home once more punching a breathless gasp from Jason’s throat. He didn’t give his omega a chance to collect himself before he returned to pounding into him. The short rasping gasps filling the room sounded divine. Ra’s pulled the chain tighter, drawing Jason up further until the omega’s back pressed to his chest. Jason simply closed his eyes and enjoyed the rippling pleasure coursing through him already feeling how sore he’d be later. Ra’s hand coming to grip his throat as the other finally paid some attention to his leaking cock nearly sent Jason over the edge. A few tugs of his cock, however, did the trick.

Jason cried out as he came on Ra’s cock, his body spasming around the alpha in rippling waves. Ra’s groaned into his skin, baring his teeth but ultimately staved off his own climax. He let Jason collapse to the bed once the omega was spent, but didn’t stop his assault. He simply hefted up Jason’s hips and thrust short and deep. The tease of his knot pulled against Jason’s hole drawing out pathetic whines from the sensitive omega that only encouraged Ra’s to tease him more.

Of course, there were some things Ra’s only had limited patient with. Knotting his mate was one of those things.

Jason bit into the sheets when Ra’s slammed into him, driving deep and folding over the omega’s back. Teeth found the scare from their mating mark on the omega’s flesh and dug in. It sent a shudder down Jason’s spine not helped with Ra’s grinding into him. The alpha’s knot swelled, stretching him further and drawing a hiss at the sensitive nerves being rubbed, but Jason made no move to escape. He pushed back against his mate, accepting.