KAJ2004 wanted it so here's some Davick and I thought it time to have some soft cute David

I'm going to post this fucker then pass out so if there are glaring issues I apologize I'm just very very tired and I'm trying to fix my sleep schedule so I don't feel like a piece of shit all the time 24/7

I say fix like I'm going to bed at like 10 or 11 pm it's past midnight and I won't sleep till 1 why am I like this

Being a hitman could be stressful, especially when you went from job to job without a break. David was the best in the business so everyone who wanted a job well done went to him. The only thing was, he found it hard to say no to a job. Mostly because when he saw the money being offered he thought about all the ways he could spoil Dick with it. Somehow the man had turned him into some sort of romantic and the jury was still out on whether that was an entirely good thing or not. The only thing was when he went job to job, he didn't see Dick all that much. That meant Dick, who also shared an inability to have some rest, was left to his own devices and was left without the guy who usually reeled him back in. The pair also had the fatal flaw of having separation anxiety though neither would admit to that so when they spent long times apart, the worse they felt.

Dick was making himself a cup of coffee which wasn't the best thing to drink at night but he decided it wasn't as bad as drinking an energy drink this late. He tiredly stirred the granules in as he stared at nothing very intently. "It's a little late for coffee," David commented as he wrapped his arms around the smaller's waist. Dick lit up upon hearing his voice and twirled around in his arms to face him. He put his hands on his face and pulled him in for a kiss which they both melted into. They pulled away but put their foreheads together so they weren't completely apart whilst they caught their breath. "Missed you too," David mumbled. He smirked to himself when Dick cackled. He kissed his forehead as he pulled his boyfriend closer. "How've you held up?"

"I'd say well though the boys may say otherwise. We've been working nonstop but anything to keep me from worrying about you," he responded. "You?"

"Let's just say you're mine for the next few days." He tapped Dick's thigh, prompting his boyfriend to wrap his legs around him so he could carry him away from the kitchen. "You're not drinking coffee at this time."

"Is that because I get cuddly when I'm tired and you find it cute? Your words, not mine," Dick asked with a goofy grin. He rested his head on the ginger's shoulder and looked up at him with the eyes that would make even the toughest of people melt. "I can't say I don't get something out of you not making your heart beat faster than a hummingbird's wings," the other responded. "Either way, you'll need your rest for what I want to do with you tomorrow." 

"Ooo, do tell." David chuckled lowly at him, making shivers run up his spine. 

"It's a surprise," he replied.

David carried Dick to the bedroom and set him on the bed, falling on top of him thanks to the acrobat. He rolled his eyes and locked their lips together as a sense of contentment washed over him. How he ever lived without this feeling baffled him. It was within these four walls of the bedroom that he felt the best. If he wasn't a rational man, he'd remain in the bedroom every day all day but he was a rational man. He knew it wasn't the room that made him feel this way, it was the person. The room only served to give them the privacy needed to take their affections to the next level. David tended to keep public displays of affection to a minimum though he often wondered if they were both just another couple living as civilians would he indulge in such a thing. He pulled away to catch his breath and marvelled at his boyfriend. Dick's cheeks were dusted pink and his bright blue eyes were half-lidded as looked back at him. "You're amazing, you know that?" David whispered.

"Of course I do. You tell me enough, don't you?" The hitman hummed and brushed some of the dark locks behind the other's ears. Dick leaned into his touch, kissing his wrist whilst he relished at how close they were. "You seem a little tense still," he said absentmindedly. "You want the Grayson treatment?" That was simply music to David's ears. He'd never felt pampered before but it almost felt like Dick was bred to make him feel like a king. It was just what he needed after spending a month away. "I'll get you nice and relaxed then we can cuddle the night away. Oh, I could make you breakfast in the morning and we can go get you a new gun or a sword. I know you like them don't even try to lie. So how's that sound my darling Daddy?" Dick asked, smiling to himself when the other rolled his eyes at the pet name.

"It sounds great," David responded. "Thank you."

"No need. You know I love making you happy." He kissed David's scar before flipping them over and straddling him. "I'm guessing this will be a position we do often during your surprise tomorrow?"

"I wouldn't be averse to it."

When Dick moved off to begin the Grayson treatment, David could've whined at the loss of contact. He'd almost forgotten how touch starved he'd become after being away for so long. Not to mention that Dick just fit in his arms so perfectly. They slotted together like jigsaw pieces. Wally was really missing out. David instinctively got jealous whenever he thought of the other ginger though he did feel ever so smug knowing Dick wasn't with the speedster. To think that man let this wonderful person slip through his fingers. He must be kicking himself every hour of the day. David sat up a little so he could see the acrobat in the bathroom. He was filling the tub and lighting candles around it, dipping his hand in the water every so often to check the temperature. "It's ready," he called. David smiled to himself at how soft his voice was. He got up and joined him, relaxing when he could smell the candles. They were very sweet and he knew that Dick wasn't too fond of how sweet they were which made the sentiment of lighting them all the cuter. "God you're adorable," David commented as the smaller helped him take off his clothes.

"Believe me, I know," he responded with a laugh. He helped the ginger get into the tub and began messaging his shoulders. The warm water and the sweet smells were perfect compliments to the circles being rubbed on his tense muscles. He always struggled to relax. Dick was always understanding of that though. He knew it was hard to go from high adrenaline pumping work then go back to a quiet space. You're on edge just waiting for something to happen but nothing will happen yet you're still ready for something. Anything. A toaster could send them into fight or flight. "How much did you miss me on a scale of 1-10?" Dick asked.

"You'll need a bigger number than 10," David replied. "Did you miss me that much?"

"Hmm I'd say only a four," he joked. "Seriously though, I missed you a lot. I'm pretty sure everyone did. I got a little...silly."

"When you say silly?" Dick kissed his neck to try and distract him which worked pretty favourably. 

"We'll talk about it later. Let's get you comfortable first." He got the shampoo bottle from the side and squirted some in his hand before messaging it into David's hair. He gently ran his fingers through his hair to get rid of the knots, tutting to himself when he saw how ill-kept it'd been. "I packed you a comb."

"I was busy."

"Too busy to brush your hair? Sure." He globbed on some conditioner so he could get out the more tough knots without hurting his lover. Despite Dick's sarcasm, the bath was great. David had almost forgotten how feeling relaxed felt. He'd been on edge for way too long. The personal attention was heavenly. "C'mon, out the tub before you get all pruney. I'd rather not cuddle with a raisin," the acrobat ordered. He helped the hitman out and gave him a warm fluffy towel to dry himself off with. "I'll get the blanket warmer on so by the time we sleep, you're nice and toasty."

"Thank you, baby," David replied. He didn't deserve this man. He must've killed one really bad guy out there for someone up there to drop the ex hero in his lap. 

After drying off, David fixed the towel around his waist and walked into the bedroom. He walked to his drawer, kissing Dick on the cheek along the way, and retrieved some underwear so he could go without the damp towel without making him want to shrivel up from the cold. He got into bed quickly, not fancying to stay in the cold. There was a reason he liked to go to much warmer climates for work. Well, that and most drug dealers who people wanted dead lived in the warmer places. He stretched out comfortably underneath the thick covers and he could feel the blanket underneath the bedsheet getting warm. "You having fun there?" Dick asked through a light cackle. A small content smile had formed on the hitman's face.

"Be more fun with you in here with me." Dick tutted at him and began to get undressed to join him. He took off his pants and sat on the bed to take off his shirt when he felt fingers lightly trail across his back. It took everything in him not to yelp with pain. "That's new."

"I said I was being silly didn't I?" he replied. He gritted his teeth together as the fingers prodded the new scar. It hadn't had that much time to heal yet and was already sensitive from the cold. Though, it wasn't the only one that was aching from the cold but he didn't want David knowing that. He'd only just gotten relaxed. "It looks sore."

"You're poking it," Dick chuckled.

"You didn't tell me you'd gotten hurt when we talked," he continued. Dick turned to face him with a smirk.

"We were a little more preoccupied with getting to other matters," he reminded him. He climbed under the covers and wrapped his arms around David's waist. He rested his head on his chest as he hoped the conversation would end there. It didn't but a man could dream. "Did you get any more like that?"

"Yeah but it's nothing-"

"Where?" Dick shuffled and showed the few scattering his chest as well as the one that was way too close to his jugular to be comforting. 

"I wasn't paying attention a few times but it's fine. They don't even hurt that much even if they do look ugly."

"You're still handsome you know?" 

For the first time, Dick didn't have a comeback. He didn't feel very handsome. Yeah, he could be cute when most of the scars were covered up but handsome with a bare chest? He certainly didn't feel like it. His eyes settled somewhere other than David's concerned expression. His reaction prompted his boyfriend to do something. David lightly kissed every scar on his chest, beginning with the new ones then the older ones that were almost gone. "You're handsome no matter what. I'm sorry I wasn't here to tell you it whenever you needed to hear that," he muttered quietly. 

"Oh don't. You'll get me all emotional," Dick mumbled back. "I'm way too sleep-deprived for crying right now. I doubt you'll be able to get me to stop."

"Alright but don't think you've gotten out of this conversation." He went back to laying down and pulled the acrobat closer to him. He petted his hair soothingly and occasionally whispered compliments in his ear so he'd get to see that Grayson Smile. 

"I love you, David."

"Same." Dick cackled to himself. "Though, I love you more."

"Nice save."

Every day I wage the constant battle against me being a spiteful little stubborn bitch and, you know, surviving as a fairly happy human. For example, someone will tell me Grayson you need to take care of yourself, and my immediate response it to say bet and treat myself worse out of spite. How I've lived this long is a mystery

I had an idea ages ago for a royalty au but now I can't decide if I want Dick to get with Wally or get with David WHAT HAVE I DONE