dusty (dustandroses) wrote in dustyrydersrecs, @ 2005-12-12 23:44:00 |
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Batman
Fandom: Batman (Comic)
Title: Seizin
Author: elynross (elynross)
Genre: First Time, Slash, Angst
Pairing: Dick/Other, Bruce/Dick
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Voyeurism
Spoilers: No clue.
Notes: So I have to
admit, I'm a bit uncertain as to exactly where this fic is based...it
could belong to the Comic or there was a Graphic Novel series, too,
wasn't there? I just don't know enough about them. I'm much
more familiar with the early (campy) tv series and the films, but
I'm positive this doesn't belong to those. This is a fairly dark
piece, with lots of angst, so you tell me where it fits, I don't
know. But I can tell you this. It's pretty damn hot.
And I like the pictures it draws of Bruce and Dick. Dick is 19,
rebellious and passionate, and Bruce is angry - at Dick and at his own
hunger for what he considers forbidden. They're complex
characters - things aren't black and white, good and bad - there are
all sorts of shades in this fic, and it just struck me hard. Well
done.
Excerpt:
As he raised his hand
to pound on Dick's door, he saw that it was ajar; he could see the
flickering light of a fire through the few open inches. As he reached
to push the door open, deciding that Dick's privacy deserved no more
respect than he accorded Batman's, he heard a soft cry that sounded
nothing like friendly conversation, and then a very familiar voice
moaning, "Christ, yessss..."
He stiffened in shock, but his hand kept moving, pushing the door open,
softly and quietly, Alfred's careful housekeeping keeping all
mechanisms well-oiled and silent.
Nothing he saw lessened his shock. The soft light of the fire showed
him Dick, naked, his slim, honed body braced on forearms and knees,
spread out beneath another man as he took Dick from behind, hands
gripping Dick's hips, thrusts pressing Dick into the bed, making him
whimper. The soft, hungry sounds pierced Bruce's throbbing head, and he
braced himself with a hand on the doorway.
Bruce stood there, irresolute, knowing he should leave but unable to
move, unable to stop watching, stop listening to the greedy sounds that
Dick was making -- nearly unable to prevent himself from going and
ripping this intruder away from Dick's body.
He'd seen Dick naked, often, but he hadn't-- He hadn't allowed himself
to look. Now he couldn't stop, his eyes running over the clean lines of
his back, the firm curves of his arms, his flanks, his hip-- and as
Dick's lover pulled one hand away to grasp Dick's shoulder, he left
Dick's hip bare to Bruce's gaze, letting him see the dark tattoo on the
point of the hip, a tattoo shaped like--
--a stylized bat.
Bruce stopped hearing, stopped thinking, stopped breathing. The revelation thundered through him, his
sign on Dick's hip, his symbol riding Dick's flesh, pierced into Dick's
skin, and Bruce was so hard he ached.
I rate this fic: Pretty Damn Good