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Dick twists, this time pining Tim with his jaw firmly trapping his neck, teeth sharp in a way his playful nips and incessant scenting never is. Tim goes still, and contentment rolls through Dick at having his packmate under him. It only lasts a second. Tim shifts: not an arch but a careful test of bounds and Dick lets him, suddenly much more interested in possible retaliation.
He was never really expecting more than a huff then exasperated ascent to any bites and though he still hasn't bitten yet… Tim shows absolutely no care for Dick’s prediction.
He bucks, twisting out of the hold in a way his training and Dick’s lack of persistence makes easy. Dick allows himself to be shifted with a flare of amusement, and Tim topples them over. His eyes flash red and he bares his new fangs in a growl that makes contest unearth itself under the vastness of Dick’s fond amusement. Dick tips his chin back, playfully baring his throat and Tim lunges, pinning him in a less sophisticated hold.
He nudges against Dick’s scent glands insistently, which Dick expected. He shifts back only to lean forward and sink his teeth directly into said scent glands, which Dick was not, and the deep growl that tears through his throat is thoughtless. As is his grip tightening on Tim, all the security of Tim’s hold on him shattering in a second but Dick stops short of following his instincts through. He stays still, head tilting curiously.
The sting has dulled to a low ache and Tim makes no move to unlatch voluntarily. He lets out his own growl which has Dick laughing. It’s cute, unpracticed. Dick gentles his grip, twisting enough to nuzzle into Tim, nips at his ear, down his throat. Tim goes almost lax, melting helplessly as Dick scents him. He lets out a low whine but refuses to let go of Dick’s own.
Dick feels warmth buzz though him, and he murmurs, still laced with laughter, “Little alpha found his teeth, huh?” Tim finally unlatches his jaw, clumsily, only to press close again. This time worries Dick’s scent glands more gently and Dick goes soft, a pleased growl vibrating through him, sweet enough to be mistaken for a purr.
Tim’s scent spikes with his answering delight and Dick runs his fingers through his hair. “Baby,” he coos through laughter. Tim growls again, this time in annoyance. A sharper bite. Dick growls back, fangs barring at the sting and Tim whines, noses into him softly. Dick continues petting at his hair, finds himself content to have Tim curled across his chest as he ever is to have him pinned.
Tim must figure his acceptance out the same second, because he goes back to scenting Dick with more teeth than worry. He nips and Dick leans his neck back, shivers at the persistent scenting. There’s no blood drawn, though Dick thinks there might as well be. Satisfaction sings through Dick, and a rumble builds in his chest, deep and content until Tim’s the one shivering.
His nips get less precise in their insistence, shifting away from Dick's scent glands, vibrating with restless energy at the sound. Lower and deeper and clearly dominant despite Dick’s mock submission on his back. More fondness sparks through his chest. “Timmy,” he murmurs this time, and Tim melts completely when Dick shifts.
Tim is more accommodating this time. Tim shifts his chin, lets Dick scent him softly, and he shivers but none of the restlessness truly dissipate. Dick lets out a playful growl, and sinks his teeth in.
Tim whines again, going completely lax, and satisfaction unlike earlier curls through Dick. He soaks in Tim’s spiking scent, the clear wonderful curls of his comfort and security. Warm, like cardamon—easy to turn sharp and overpowering—melting under Dick.
He worries his fangs softly, before simply letting them rest. Instinct more than sated and Tim seems content enough in his own.
Despite his earlier power play. Dick rumbles softly, hiding a smile. He presses a kiss to Tim scent glands and feels the skin bleed hot. “Dick,” Tim grumbles, cold hands finding Dick’s head and pushing.
Dick lets himself be moved, barely. He lifts himself up to gaze at Tim with a growl and a hidden smile. Tim bares his teeth back, eyes bleeding red, and Dick pins his wrists to the side and waits curiously.
Tim glowers back, clearing reading the test but finding himself more annoyed at it working. He twists and Dick stays exactly where he is. Tim growls a second time and Dick growls back softly. Tim watches him with red eyes, and everything goes still for a second, two.
Tim’s fangs flash and his strength bucks against Dick’s own until Dick feels assuaged enough to let his slip. Tim pushes him over and Dick lets it be long enough for another growl—stronger, more assured—before flipping them. Tim huffs in annoyance, more so when Dick just offers a slow predatory smile and murmurs, “Better.”
A flash of intent, then Tim’s twisting and pushing and Dick allows the tussle with excess playfulness. They roll back and forth, neither getting an actual foothold—Tim, despite his best efforts, Dick, much more purposefully. Though Tim aims a bite at Dick every chance he gets, which makes Dick fizzle with renewed amusement.
Still, Dick can tell immediately when it’s time to call it quits. He flops onto his back lazily and Tim’s there in an instant, nosing into Dick’s neck with a sigh. Dick feels just as content, muscles stretched from their play fight, and he wraps both arms around Tim and draws him closer.
His care relaxes him, and Tim stays exactly as is, nose pressed to where Dick’s scent is strongest, no sign of teeth this time. Little baby alpha, Dick thinks, and moves to pat his hair again, immensely proud.
Bruce finds them hours later. Dick’s attention shifts to the doorway, still awake and watchful. Bruce takes one look at them and sighs. Deeply exasperated in a way that makes Dick very briefly wonder if he was expecting to come home and find Dick cover in bite marks.
Dick grins back, arms still wrapped around Tim, a hand threaded through his hair. “Timmy is definitely hiding a scary alpha somewhere.” And Tim startles awake with an annoyed grumble, he digs his chin into Dick’s shoulder, which Dick ignores except to flick his eyes over as if to say, see?
Bruce’s fingers move to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Dick,” he says, still more exasperation than chastisement and Dick simply preens, extremely pleased with the discovery.
Bruce sighs again, head shaking lightly. He murmurs, “Dinner’s almost ready.” Dick hums, peers sideways at Tim, who’s attempting to fall asleep once more.
“Baby alpha,” Dick coos, which makes Tim start, this time with a growl to Dick’s extreme amusement. He coos again, louder and more nonsensically.
Tim grumbles, squirming until he topples himself out of his hold and into a very messy crouch with an annoyed, “Ugh.” He spots Bruce as he straightens and makes an immediate tired beeline, as if he hadn’t just been ready to knee Dick in the head.
Dick props himself up to watch. Tim’s bulldozes straight into Bruce's chest and Bruce wraps him up, easily lifting him. His eyes slide to Dick on the floor, managing remarkable levels of judgment considers he’s the one coddling the near-fourteen-year-old. Dick snaps his teeth at him, just to piss him off.
Bruce’s eyes narrow but he otherwise shows no response to the slight. He turns and leaves the room; Dick tries and fails to hide his laughter.