bakerstreet | The forbidden fruit is the sweetest.

The forbidden fruit is the sweetest.

Most societies have certain mores that are unspoken rules; humanity itself even has such conventions, grilled subconsciously into our minds for our own safety. Don't go out alone at night. Avoid getting wet when it's cold. Don't pick fights with those stronger than you...okay, some of us missed the boat on the last one, but the point still stands. Society's rules tend to be more variable, though they apply to most aspects of life - including sex. In fact, bending the rules on what's considered acceptable in romance and sexual encounters can lead to anything from ostracization to death, depending on the time and culture.

So, play it close to the chest if you're going to do a big, big, big t a b o o. Is it worth the risk?

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A G E ( DIFFERENCE ) - light of my life, fire of my loins. you're supposed to stick to those your own age, but you can't resist.
I N C E S T - you're of the same blood, yet something draws you together. you'll keep your secret thicker than water.
C H E A T I N G - when you were young, they should have taught you to not take things that belong to other people.
I N ( PUBLIC ) - to involve unsuspecting others in your sex is insidious, but you can't resist it.
S U P E R F L U O U S - some conservative societies view sex outside procreational purposes as taboo. that means anal, oral, and toys are all no-go.
F I X A T I O N - you're nearly obsessed with one part of your partner - breasts, ass, lips...whatever the case may be, you always focus on that.
D E V I A N C Y ( IN SUBURBIA ) - there are some things that should be sacred. the home should be one of those. should.
S I Z E - pick on someone your own size. couples with large size difference, be it height or weight, can be looked down upon; don't let that get you down.
P H O B I A - unfortunately, in some societies, being with someone of the same gender is a taboo, no matter how much progress the modern world has made.
F E T I S H - some just can't get off without their fetish, and the varieties run the gamut: feet, crossdressing, autoerotic asphyxiation, foodplay, bondage...it goes on and on.
U N E X P E C T E D ( DOMINATION/SUBMISSION ) - the masculine must be dominant. the feminine must be submissive. what if you're dominant in life, though, and just want to be submissive in the bedroom.
V I O L E N T - more than mere lover's spats, what goes on between you two is dangerous. if people knew, they'd be horrified. still, you can't stop.
F O R B I D D E N ( LOVE ) - your relationship may be taboo, but there's genuine love in your copulation. this isn't merely a thrill.
L O O S E - monogamy isn't what you're after. no matter how looked down upon it is, you're going to have fun while you can.
S T U D E N T / T E A C H E R - what goes on between the sheets is not an appropriate subject matter to teach. there's so much to lose; is it a smart game to play?
A U T H O R I T Y - perhaps they're the boss, the president, the king, but you, you're a lowly peon. are they using their powers over you or is this something you both want?
I N T E R S P E C I E S - kind finds kind, and don't you be a traitor by being with one of them.
B E S T I A L I T Y - one of the most primal taboos. will you go into that moral wilderness?
S O C I A L ( CLASS ) - the rich. the poor. it's like they're in two different worlds. what will the uppercrust say if they saw their golden child with a tramp?
C E L I B A C Y - you are supposed to keep your chastity, but things are never that easy.
S T O C K H O L M - prisoners should never fall for their guards.
D U T I E S - whether it be saving the world or being the world's best bodyguard, your sworn quest and purpose keeps you from enjoying the sins of the flesh - especially with your charges.
I N N O C E N C E - one of you is much more worldly, and to ruin the "innocence" of the other feels unclean.
F E R T I L E - you aren't supposed to find mothers or fathers sexually alluring. however, there's something so enticing about fertility...perhaps even pregnancy.
C O R R U P T I O N - society expects you to treat your partner well, not try to destroy them through sexual degradation.
N O N C O N S E N S U A L - consent is rightfully important to a healthy sexual relationship. to break that trust is taboo.

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[ it’s not a question of want so much as opportunism. there was a time when he’d tried to keep dick far away from these excursions, but violence found him anyway, as it always does those who touch bruce’s life; he had no choice, then, but to craft a partner out of him. in more ways than one he’s pretty sure he did too good a job.

he stays stooped over the flight itinerary printouts for another moment, then leans back and reaches for the teacup while it still steams. ]

It’s been awhile.

[ since they last traveled together, sure, but since dick was home. ]

It has.

[ He perches himself properly on the arm of the chair, leaning casually against Bruce's side as he bites into the tart. Mostly, he just has to be careful not to spill Bruce's tea, though he isn't so careful about crumbs. ]

Where're we headed, then?

[ a better man would probably lean away, but bruce hasn’t been a better man for centuries. instead his free hand comes up, idly, rests slackly around the free space on the arm of the chair in a way that nestles dick’s sitting posture against the curve of his arm. it’s an absent gesture, but undeniable in its ownership. ]

Rotterdam. We’ve been before.

[ He leans in absently, the curve of Bruce's arm as comforting as it's always been. ]

Rotterdam?

[ Dick frowns, thinking back. He takes another bite of the tart as he thinks, before he suddenly remembers. ]

Ah! [ ...spraying crumbs everywhere. Dick chews and swallows before he keeps talking. ] Sorry. Uh, that was, what, ten years ago? Who're you visiting there?

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Someone I’d rather you didn’t have to meet. But needs must, as they say.

[ there’s that displeasure again, like he’s not looking forward to this visit. he lets out a sigh, slight and musty, lifts his hand slightly to skirt away some crumbs that have tumbled onto dick’s thigh, and then tilts his head at last to look his former ward in the face. ]

If you have business elsewhere, though, you know I won’t keep you.

[ That makes Dick laugh. ]

Unless you specifically tell me not to go, you're stuck with me.

[ His smile softens though and he steels himself for a moment, then pokes Bruce lightly in the nose. it isn't that he thinks Bruce would hurt him, more that...no one does that to Bruce. No one would dare. ]

I don't have to meet them, you know. I'm good at not being seen.

[ He'd rather not, but... If Bruce would prefer it, Dick's willing to stay in the shadows, protect him from there. It's something he'd learned at Bruce's side. ]

[ bruce eyes him levelly, over the outreach of his hand. long fingers. he remembers them smaller, whenever they’re this close.

the thought doesn’t come with guilt, exactly. and even if it is guilt, this odd in-between feeling caged with wide bars in his chest, it doesn’t stop him from taking dick’s hand, the tangle of their fingers together loose and lazy. ]

I doubt you’ll escape his notice.

[ it’s a layered statement, annoyed. ]

But it was only a matter of time.

[ Bruce's hand is big and broad, it's always been. It's a symbol of safety, of warmth and strength, and Dick squeezes it lightly. ]

Careful, B. You're almost sounding jealous there.

Jealous, [ he repeats dully. ]

Is that what you think.

[ That makes Dick frown, and he leans in, letting Bruce take all of his weight. ]

Hey. It was a joke.

[ Even now, though he's no longer a child, it still makes his insides feel all strange and uncomfortable when he thinks Bruce is displeased. ]

[ he lifts his eyes back to dick’s face, his expression still one of bland dismay. surprising that they can fit in this armchair together; dick isn’t that tall but he’s all limbs. but he also has good spatial awareness, always knows how to arrange himself so as to continue using bruce as a perch well into his adult years. and if dick finds art in it, in the placement of his knees over bruce’s thighs, the careful distance between them—well. it’s not one of the things bruce taught him firsthand. ]

Hmm.

[ he lowers their joined hands to stare at him, eyes steady, unflinching. the air between them still warm even though neither of them need to breathe. ]

Haven’t heard one of those in awhile. [ which isn’t to say he’s spent the last some months without dick alone—he’s had company upstairs, liaisons—but he wonders if he might as well have. ]

[ Dick offers a small smile, knocking his head lightly against Bruce's. ]

Doesn't that mean it's been too long since I've been home. You have a phone, y'know. I know you do. I got it for you.

[ Not that Bruce ever uses it except for a few terse orders, sent via text. At least Alfred calls occasionally to catch up, to chat. ]

I use it. [ and oddly enough he uses it to talk to other people more than dick, but a lot of his other relationships have their fair share of dealings in superfluousness; he doesn’t like to mince words with family. ]

But as to when you come home, that’s always in your hands. You’re an adult now. I’m sure you’ve noticed. [ other people have noticed too. those friends of his, scattered across seven continents. bruce’s own playmates, out to collect a set. ]

[ That just makes him sigh, slumping down where he's, somehow, at some time, fully migrated into sitting on Bruce's lap. He gives their laced fingers another light squeeze, pinching a bit of Bruce's skin between his thumb and forefinger, admonishing. ]

I have. Have you?

[ Which, well. He'd be lying out his ass if he said he didn't want Bruce to. Notice. To notice anything. Each time Bruce properly looks at him, sees him, Dick turns towards him like a sunflower--though Bruce is the least sun-like person Dick knows.

That's not a bad thing. ]

Well, you did cut your teeth in my house.

[ it’s a loaded response to a loaded question. bruce leans back, too comfortable. ]

Unless you’re talking about something else. [ he doesn’t mean to bait, not really. there are walls between them, tall and impenetrable fortresses around the dozens of things dick seems to want from him. still, dick is his charge, now and always; it’s of interest to bruce to know what obstacles he finds insurmountable. ]

I have lots of teeth.

[ He says it blithely, deliberately obtuse. ]

C'mon, Bruce. It'd be nice hearing "hey, why don't you come home for a meal" sometime.

[ Years it's been, and Dick is still worried about over-staying his welcome, after all. Besides, every time the two of them stay together too long, they start bickering, then fighting, and then too many things are said that should never have been said. ]

...I'm just sayin'.

[ he’s quiet for a moment, deliberate. it’s a debate they have every so often, whether bruce can tell people he misses them. whether he has the right. ]

You’re home now.

[ he lifts their tangled hands only somewhat between them, turns them over, wrist up. his voice when it comes out again is a little less bland now, a lackadaisical lure in his tone. ]

Have a meal.

[ Dick shivers, and it makes his whole body tremble. ]

B... Bruce...

[ His voice drops low, rough, and he nudges at Bruce's jaw with his nose as he tucks his face into the curve of his shoulder to breathe the scent of Bruce in. ]

Can I? From here? It's been so long, Bruce...

[ There's a definite whine to his last words, his breath hot and wet against Bruce's skin. ]

[ there’s a part of bruce’s mind that revels a little too strongly in the immediate surrender of dick’s body. the way dick nuzzles close immediately to his throat above the crisp downturn of his collar, his body shaking as it remembers its hunger.

but surely this constitutes some manner of surrender on bruce’s part too, some capitulation to that mouth, against his skin, its harsh wet breath. there’s blood elsewhere in the house, in the fridge, in the pastries at his elbow, but in the face of dick’s want his ability to guide has always turned fractured and stilted.

he lets go of dick’s hand at last, spreads both hands on his narrow hips. ]

Go on.

[ Dick can feel his fangs pricking at the inside of his lips as he lets out another shaky breath before dragging his tongue over the strong line of Bruce's neck. There's a momentary pause, a stillness between them both, and then Dick bites, sinking his teeth into pliant flesh.

The tart had taken off the sharp edge of his hunger earlier, but it was barely an appetizer. This, this is the main course.

He sucks at the wounds, pulling back to lap at the blood welling up before leaning back in to suck once more. He doesn't bite again, not willing to take that many liberties, but he drinks and drinks.

Bruce's blood tastes like nothing else he's ever had, before and after he'd been turned. It's power, sweet and intoxicating, and Dick feels as though he's drunk on it. ]

[ he draws in another long, slow breath, lets his head loll slowly back against the backrest of the chair. the touch of hard fangs in his neck is too familiar by now, almost relaxing but for the heat and the svelte closeness of dick’s body. and beside this, the indolent heat that commingles with the rising netted tension in his gut, there’s a singular visceral memory that recurs again and again whenever dick’s adventures finally lead him home: the first time dick did this, smaller and thinner and starving, his arms around bruce’s neck and his whole body desperate, from his fingertips to his outstretched toes.

to this day bruce doesn’t know what he was thinking when he turned the boy, doesn’t know what he expected. in his infinite foresight he didn’t see this: the man that boy grew into, loose-limbed and joyous and irritable. the way the feel of his mouth on bruce’s skin must have changed somehow, from sweet and starved to roguish and needful, over the course of these years and decades. he’s uncannily sensual, sprawled in bruce’s lap like it’s a director’s chair with his name printed on the back, and all bruce can think sometimes is how he could’ve put a stop to it, if he’d wanted to. if he could have only seen.

but seeing is its own choice too. and he doesn’t have to let his hands rove over the small of dick’s back, a mockery of a soothing gesture; he doesn’t have to reel the boy in closer, doesn’t have to smirk. the fact that he does all these things is a testament to how he doesn’t know what he wants, only knows that he can have it for the asking. ]

[ there's no room for a newly orphaned child in an established caravan, too young to work and too broken by the loss of his family. no one could take him, and dick had spent too long huddled in the burnt out carcass of Haly's circus, cold and starving, until he'd been offered a hand. it was the first kind thing he'd seen since he'd lost everyone. it was his first impression of Bruce Wayne.

to this day, the sight of bruce's outstretched hand makes his heart twist in his chest. he'll never regret bruce turning him, no matter how much bruce had initially bemoaned the fact, not if it means he can spend the rest of his life at bruce's side.

dick draws back after--after a while. he'd lost track of time. the wounds are closing, and dick helps them along with a few more licks, cleaning the skin of any remaining traces of blood. ]

Mmm...Bruce.

[ he's boneless and languid, relaxed for the moment before he wriggles until he can comfortably drape his arms over Bruce's shoulders. ]

Thank you for the meal.

[ his smirk levels out a little as dick nuzzles in closer. outwardly he doesn’t show any signs of physical duress, other than maybe a lingering flush like a kiss where dick’s teeth had pressed in; but when his arm sweeps back down around dick’s hips it’s lazy, his body sluggish from its loss, soon enough to be recovered. he’s not like dick, after all, has maybe a tenth of his capacity for suffering. ]

You’re welcome.

[ like a real son he taught manners to. ]

[ He presses a kiss to Bruce's cheek before he allows himself to overthink the motion and chicken out. ]

You okay? I didn't take too much, did I?

[ Dick's always been careful, too careful sometimes, and he's never worried about this with his other partners. It's different with Bruce, though. He still feels young and inexperienced and Bruce's blood is like a drug he can't get enough of. ]

[ he’s outwardly still ambivalent as dick’s mouth presses to his cheek. they’ve been at this for awhile now. ]

Little late to worry, don’t you think? [ he says matter-of-factly. ] It’s fine.

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