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-What !??? the SuperSons duo exclaimed in one voice upon hearing information about their next mission
-You heard me perfectly, Batman replied.
Behind, Tim and Jason, who were initially training, had abandoned their fight to make fun of their little brother and his companion. Cassandra, accompanied by Dick, who were reading quietly without disturbing anyone, had difficulty holding back their laughter at this situation.
-We have to pretend to be a couple to enter a club?!
-Correct, confirmed the Black Knight
-For what ?
-It is easier to go unnoticed in these cases
If his father had been anyone else, Damian would have surely knocked him to the ground before beating him to death.
-It's not that serious Damian, there are worse
Jon had tried to reassure It was a bad idea, young Wayne had turned his head towards him, glaring at him with one of his darkest looks.
-Why do we have to do this? the smaller one muttered, trying to calm his rage.
-A particular drug is circulating in this club. We need to stop the drug dealers before it gets bigger.
Young Wayne hissed in displeasure
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-Why are we here already? the oldest complained again once he arrived in front of the club's big doors in the company of his half-Kryptonian sidekick.
The boys were both dressed in suits. Jonathan wore a navy three-piece set while Damian had a black two-piece along with a pair of suspenders that held his pants up.
The youngest would have liked to answer that their duty obliged them to grant Batman's request but his friend had spoken to himself and had already started another sentence.
-Arg, I hope your acting is credible, SuperBoy
-Don't worry Dami, the aforementioned replied, winking at him.
Robin rolled his eyes before taking a deep breath.
They finally began to advance towards the entrance of the complex The Wayne pushed open the doors of the club and the two rushed inside the building. From the outside, it didn't look much: degraded facade, rickety roof, boarded up windows, but once inside, the rooms were luxurious: the walls were powdered white, gold borders framed the doors, the seats and sofas were made of high quality leather and the tables were made of solid wood.
-Good evening gentlemen, greeted an employee posted at reception Damian had moved closer to Jon and clung to his arm while hiding behind his teammate, which destabilized him for a few moments.
-Monsieur is shy from what I see. This is your first time here, isn't it?
Seeing that the Wayne would not respond, Jonathan took the lead
-Yes, me and my boyfriend heard about this place from friends who told us only good things about it so we decided to try it
The employee nodded, still with a commercial smile plastered on his face. A burst of voices was heard all the way to the entrance. Attracting the curiosity of the duo
-What is this ? Damian asked, a soft and shy voice, far too disturbing to the half-Kryptonian's ears.
-Black Jack, replied the employee, are you interested?
Wayne's innocent, star-filled expression answered the man's question.
-Follow me, he then said
When he turned his back to show them the direction, the two boys looked at each other and Damian smiled victoriously at his comrade.
As he walked towards the game room, the employee wanted to find out about his new customers.
-So you're together?
-Oh...are we going to be chased away?
Damian asked to divert the conversation
-No, the man disabused him, this place is renowned for its open-mindedness. All communities are accepted. We make it a point of honor not to favor anyone
-I am reassured
-We have arrived, noted the employee
The duo thanked him with a smile then they turned towards the room Groups of people were gathered around the numerous tables set up in the huge room
-Ah young people! exclaimed a voice from the game room
The two boys turned their heads to see where it was coming from.
-Good evening, I am the owner of these places! greeted gracefully the middle-aged man who owned the club
Damian smiled shyly, still hidden behind the imposing body of his so-called boyfriend.
-Don't be afraid, the man laughed, I'm not going to eat you
Damian faked a blush surprisingly well. The adult saw nothing but fire and laughed heartily
-We are playing "Deutsche", would you like to join us? suggested the owner Jon nodded while his "boyfriend" had stars in his eyes as he looked at their host
They sat down at the table already populated with other players, in a questionable state of sobriety.
-My dear ones, we have new guests
The outbursts were of a joint to be seen again but were rather positive
-Settle down, invited their host, Would you like to have a drink?
Jon was about to refuse but Damian beat him to it by accepting.
-Dami, that's not very reasonable, Superboy lectured
The Wayne then looked at him with a look so cute that even without saying anything, he had already won
-But darling... No one will know anything about it
The nickname was too much. Jon lost his last voice of conscience and let his friend do what he wanted.
Surely he had to have a plan, that was what reassured the half-Kryptonian about his decision. The owner, stunned for a moment, began to laugh heartily again.
-I like you, little one, he said to Damian before handing him a glass filled with alcohol
The Wayne thanked him with a nod, taking the container with both hands before drinking it. If it wasn't for the mission, he would have spit out the drink right away. Its taste was an unspeakable horror to his rich sophisticate taste buds. All the money must have gone into the furniture.
-Should I tighten you up? asked the owner
-With pleasure, said Damian shyly, reluctantly.
Fortunately, young Wayne handled alcohol extremely well. Thanks to this ability, he was easily able to pass himself off as drunk after a few drinks during this long, surprisingly entertaining evening of gambling.
-Darling~ you know I love you~, whispered Damian fake drunk
-My god, Dami, not here, there are people, retorted Jon, uncomfortable because of this display of affection so unusual for his friend
The owner, already quite drunk, laughed heartily once again that evening
-There are dedicated rooms, if you are interested, he told them laughing, although the information was obviously interested
-Yes, please, Jon begged
Their host gestured to one of his employees who then led the duo after receiving instructions during a short low mass.
Once they arrived in front of one of the many doors on the mysterious second floor, the young employee let them in and then slipped away, leaving the two superheroes alone.
Raising his eyes, previously lowered to feign drunkenness, Damian froze.
The room was enveloped in a sweet citrus scent. Red and pink LED lights gently illuminated the room. A double bed sat in the middle of the room on which flower petals were spread.
There was a knock on the door just seconds after entering. It was Jon who opened the door while Damian reluctantly lay down on the big bed.
-Excuse me, I forgot to give you the most important, said the employee who had guided them here, slightly out of breath Jonathan looked at him without understanding
The young man handed him a bottle.
-Give a few drops to your boyfriend. Your night will be even more exciting
It didn't take more than a second for the half-Kryptonian to blush as intensely as a tomato after lining up the words in his mind.
-B...but isn't that illegal?
Indeed, this type of drug was absolutely banned throughout the country. For good reason, the side effects were most terrible: addiction, nausea, weakening of muscles and bones, to name but a few. -
It's only for one night, said the employee sweetly Jon pursed his lips, pretending to think.
He glanced at Damian, still lying reluctantly on the bedroom's comfortable bed.
-Very good, he accepted
The young employee gave a smile before giving the product, he then added: -If you want to add a little more spice, look in the bedside table drawer, you will find everything you need
This made the young half-Kryptonian blush more intensely and closed the door as quickly as possible without seeming rude. Once the latch was passed, he leaned back to regain his senses and brush away his redness.
-SO ?
Jon raised his head to get a visual of his teammate's eyes. The vision of him, naked, panting and sweating beneath him, appeared in his mind
All the shades of red combined were only a pale face compared to that which the cheeks of the youngest had taken.
-I think we have what we are looking for
Jonathan tried to brush away his inappropriate thoughts before continuing
-A drug that they pass off as an...an...
Damian examined the bottle his friend had just passed him
-An aphrodisiac
-Yes, confirmed Superboy, still embarrassed.
What he didn't see were the discreet redness on the ears of Robin 5th of the name.
-Perfect, I'm sending it to the Batcave to analyze it, the eldest continued.
Damian walked towards the bedroom window and opened it before taking out a drone to which he attached the drug sample.
-No more to wait, whispered the Wayne after his batgadjet disappeared into the sky
Meanwhile, the eldest returned to lie down in bed. Finally, the fact that the mattress was comfortable had completely eclipsed the dubious atmosphere that emanated from it. Either way, it wasn't going to be the duo who would take care of the next part of the mission, that is, they had only been sent to investigate. Their current goal was not to arouse suspicion about the real reason for their presence.
To do this, Wayne took the opportunity to take a nap on the comfortable mattress that the room offered him.
Jon, not daring to share the same bed as his teammate although the latter had authorized him to do so, slept on the floor under the tired eyes of Wayne although secretly reassured They spent the night in this way.
Damian enjoying the warmth and softness that the bed offered him while Jonathan was content with the cold and hardness of the floor.
The next day, the half-Kryptonian was surprised to have slept pleasantly well. He didn't have to wait very long before realizing that he was in the only bed in the room.
-Finally awake?
His teammate's voice brought him completely back to reality.
As he sat down on the bed, he could see condom wrappers scattered on the floor, as well as filled pads in the trash and further away, his friend emptying the rest of the bottle of drugs into the sink.
-What are you doing ? asked Kent
-They must believe that we really had this torrid night, replied Wayne simply.
Superboys cheeks quickly turned red as his friend walked past him to get the lubricant from the bedside table drawer. Jon was horrified when he saw his best friend open the tube Damian, who saw him, had a mischievous smile that made its way onto his face.
-We're not really going to do it, he sneered Spotted, Jon blushed again while Damian spread the liquid on the mattress and sheets to create an illusion
-Simply...
Kent only had time to hear the word before his teammate slammed him onto the bed and began to unzip his shirt.
-Damian...he squealed scared
The half-Kryptonian closed his eyes in fear of what would happen next.
However, instead of a damp sensation at the level of his neck accompanied by a sucking noise, he only felt the touch of a brush on this same area.
Kent opened his eyes and admired his friend, above him, focused on his work.
-What is...
-Makeup, I asked Barbara for techniques before leaving.
What were you thinking?
-N-nothing, the youngest blushed
Damian huffed, obviously he knew what his friend had been thinking but he made no comment and returned to his work.
This allowed Jon to observe him in more detail. As his eyes were directed towards her neck, he could very well admire her eyelashes.
-Take off your shirt, said his eldest without any context which had the effect of making him escape from his thoughts as well as making his younger brother turn red.
-Don't dream, just wrinkle it more. And, I'm sorry but I'm going to have to scratch your back
-No problem, replied Kent, trying to brush aside his embarrassment, I am indestructible, I will be able to survive
A glimmer of worry still passed through his eldest's eyes, although they were usually so cold, before he sighed.
Meanwhile, the half-Kryptonian took off his top which he then passed to his comrade Damian rolled him into a ball then crushed him before taking Jonathan in his arms and scratching him on the back
-Sorry...Wayne whispered in his teammate's ear.
This one shivered at the contact of his friend's breath on his orifice
When Damian finished and walked away, Jon was red, and the color deepened as his friend took off his shirt.
-Pinch me
It took a few seconds before he aligned these words in his mind.
-What ?
-You won't be able to do my makeup. Pinch the base of my neck, it should create an illusion
-But...I'm going to hurt you, inquired the youngest
-No problem, the mission takes priority
-I could just actually make you one
Damian froze
-I...no.....no. Pinch me, that will do the trick
Jonathan respected her refusal but his concern remained
-And if I hurt you
-I trust you
-Are you sure?
-Yes
After answering, the elder looked away to let his friend do his work.
Jon could have followed his impulses and actually left hickeys on his teammate's neck but he had a conscience and it prevented him from doing so.
He then pinched his friend reluctantly. Thanks to his particularly developed hearing, he was able to hear the squeals of pain that the Wayne was letting out very faintly.
He was also able to feel the micro-bursts of pain following the pressure exerted by the half-Kryptonian. By the time he finished, Damian handed him back his wrinkled shirt which he buttoned while his teammate's had been left half open to clearly show the marks on his body.
-I received a message from Barbara, she told me that our mission was finished. All we have to do is go out
Jon nodded, trying to keep his eyes locked with Damian's.
After being talked about how to play their roles during their outing, they finally opened the door to their room, Damian wearing Superboy's costume jacket over his shirt half revealing him.
-Did these gentlemen have a good night? asked an employee to greet them as they saw them pass
-One of the best, smiled Jon, delighted
-You see me delighted
-Dear ? Are we going home soon?
Damian asked plaintively to show his eagerness to leave
-Patience Love
-Monsieur is in a hurry from what I see, the employee laughed kindly.
-It's that I just can't wait to find myself filled again by my darling
The employee almost choked on his saliva, the same for Jon who tried to keep his smile
-I'll leave you then, the man apologized before slipping away as quickly as possible.
When he had disappeared into the corridors, the couple resumed their walk towards the exit without saying anything to each other.
When they started to go down the steps, they were stopped by their host
-SO ? Was the night good?
-Extremely, Superboy confirmed
-Good, don't hesitate to come back
-We will think about it
They started to turn their backs before the owner stopped them again
-You don't seem to like it despite what you say. We didn't hear anything. What did you really do? he asked suspiciously
A drop of sweat rolled down the half-Kryptonian's face.
-Why are you asking this question? To fuck you have to be noisy? I like to be gagged if you want to know everything. That's why it was particularly silent, explained Damian while trying to remain consistent with his character's character.
The image of Wayne, gagged and tied to the bed, flashed through Superboy's mind and he rushed to chase it away as quickly as possible.
-Kiss you then
-Is kissing a proof of love now?
-Then I should arrest you
-For what ? We didn't do anything
-Illegal drug use
The duo widened their eyes
-You trapped us, Damian squeaked falsely
Their surprise seemed so real that their host saw nothing but fire
-Obey then
The Wayne then turned to his supposed boyfriend
-Bruce asked me not to cause any trouble but if you don't want me to kiss you then tell me and I will disobey
-No, I accept
-Are you sure? A kiss is not something you can do on a whim
-I tell you that I agree
-But...
Jon cut short his friend's concerns by taking his face in his hands before placing his lips on his
It was an explosion of sensations on both Damian's and Jonathan's sides. It didn't take long for the kiss to deepen.
The owner then had no doubt about the veracity of the duo's relationship. They broke away short of breath, red cheeks and panting.
-Okay, so I wish you a great day.
Then their host left, leaving them both alone.
-I...began Damian after a few moments of silence where they said nothing to each other.
-I'm sorry, you probably didn't want to but I forced you, the half-Kryptonian sincerely apologized
-No, I...I answered, you have nothing to reproach yourself for.
I even think I enjoyed it Jon was initially surprised before smiling like a child at his elder's words.
-I'm not the only one then
Damian blushes to his ears
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-So this mission? Nightwing asked, seeing the duo return the following evening
Damian groaned, so it was Jon, all smiles, who answered:
-It went wonderfully