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crack_van2005-08-31 12:37 pm
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Dodge-town by Shrift (NC-17)
Fandom: DC COMICS
Pairing: Dick Grayson/Tim Drake (aka Nightwing/Robin III)
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shrift
Author Website: Shrift's Fanfiction
Why this must be read:
To start with, because it's incredibly sexy, but really you should read it for the woobiness and the wonderful use of the classic DCfic cliché of sex pollen. (DCfic rule #1: There can never be too many sex pollen stories.) I'm a huge Robin III fan and this gives us a very adorable Timmy. And who can resist the double woobiness of Dick and Tim in one story? Especially with a bonus appearance of my favorite minor character, Tim's classmate Bernard Dowd?
"Slow night," Dick says by way of hello when Tim lands on the roof behind him. He's grinning down at the street, gloved hands gripping the building ledge. Tim hasn't been able to get the drop on him since the first time he visited Dick here. His security's gotten a lot better since then. And it helps that Dick really is just that good.
Tim stands beside him and crosses his arms under his cape. "Define 'slow'."
Dick turns the grin on him, and it twists something low in Tim's gut. "Just the one near-death experience. Nobody's even shot at me. I think they're slipping."
"Right," Tim says, and doesn't look at Dick like he's nuts. They've already had this conversation, and Dick isn't about to change his ways any more than Bruce is. "Was it a criminal who tried to kill you, or did you say the wrong thing to Oracle again?"
"You know..." Dick says. Tim sees the swat coming but doesn't duck. He absorbs the hit easily and lifts his hand to rub at the sting Dick's thick gloves leave behind, and on cue, Dick aims another swat at Tim's ass.
"Hey!"
"You're still not too big to spank."
Tim narrows his eyes at Dick behind his mask, and spares a moment to wonder what it would be like if Dick ever stopped flirting and followed through on what his body language keeps promising. At least those promises make Tim's dreams interesting. Better than the nightmares they all suffer from, anyway.
The dreams are interesting enough that he almost tells Dick to try it.
Dodge-town
Pairing: Dick Grayson/Tim Drake (aka Nightwing/Robin III)
Author on LJ:
shriftAuthor Website: Shrift's Fanfiction
Why this must be read:
To start with, because it's incredibly sexy, but really you should read it for the woobiness and the wonderful use of the classic DCfic cliché of sex pollen. (DCfic rule #1: There can never be too many sex pollen stories.) I'm a huge Robin III fan and this gives us a very adorable Timmy. And who can resist the double woobiness of Dick and Tim in one story? Especially with a bonus appearance of my favorite minor character, Tim's classmate Bernard Dowd?
"Slow night," Dick says by way of hello when Tim lands on the roof behind him. He's grinning down at the street, gloved hands gripping the building ledge. Tim hasn't been able to get the drop on him since the first time he visited Dick here. His security's gotten a lot better since then. And it helps that Dick really is just that good.
Tim stands beside him and crosses his arms under his cape. "Define 'slow'."
Dick turns the grin on him, and it twists something low in Tim's gut. "Just the one near-death experience. Nobody's even shot at me. I think they're slipping."
"Right," Tim says, and doesn't look at Dick like he's nuts. They've already had this conversation, and Dick isn't about to change his ways any more than Bruce is. "Was it a criminal who tried to kill you, or did you say the wrong thing to Oracle again?"
"You know..." Dick says. Tim sees the swat coming but doesn't duck. He absorbs the hit easily and lifts his hand to rub at the sting Dick's thick gloves leave behind, and on cue, Dick aims another swat at Tim's ass.
"Hey!"
"You're still not too big to spank."
Tim narrows his eyes at Dick behind his mask, and spares a moment to wonder what it would be like if Dick ever stopped flirting and followed through on what his body language keeps promising. At least those promises make Tim's dreams interesting. Better than the nightmares they all suffer from, anyway.
The dreams are interesting enough that he almost tells Dick to try it.
Dodge-town
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Good story. :)
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