---- Jason ----

Standing on opposite sides of the room gave him flashes of fighting on opposite sides of a battlefield and reminded him that they were in fact enemies. Watching the way Dick moved with ease through the suffocating carpeted halls of Wayne Manor, where the drapes were as red as the blood on his hands and the air was as cold as his eyes. More than a week of hiding and Jason still could not force himself to stay away.

The silence in the room was heavy and Jason fought the urge to pull Dick into the nearest bedroom. It hadn't been long since they last seen each other but Jason was buzzing with need regardless. The number of cigarettes he smoked each day had doubled and even Roy had snapped at his nervous shifting.

It was the first time Jason had been in the Manor in months and he hated the fact that he was only here because Dick had been the one to ask him. Neither of them mentioned how it was the first time Jason had been sober in days.

Jason watched as Dick made his way out of the kitchen, brushing past him without saying anything, without looking at him. Not that Jason would want to look at himself. The way his undoing brushed against him sent a shiver down his spine and he clenched his jaw to stay silent.

"Und- Dick," Jason choked out, listening to the pause of Dick's steps and feeling his heart mimic the rhythm.

"Yes, Jay?" His voice was smooth, sultry, and it made Jason's knees shake.

"Nothing." And he could feel Dick's smirk from behind him as Dick exited the room, taking the glow of the room with him, and Jason followed like a dog.

Through the halls, passed Alfred, Dick's hand so damningly in his own, into a room, the door shutting behind them. He clutched the collar of Dick's shirt and it reminded him of how only a month ago he was ringing the same neck and armed with a gun, this time he pressed his lips to different, softer lips. They looked so much better parted in pleasure as he threw his head back than agape with fear.

His teeth latched onto to Dick's collar, pressing against scarred skin and bitting a little harder as Dick arched to blend their bodies together. He pulled off with panting breath, replacing teeth with a kiss, making his way up to Dick's lips and dragging a hand across Dick's thighs just so the gesture wasn't chaste.

Dick was laughing then, breathy like he was lightheaded, and then he was pushing Jason off him and down, moving until he was on top of the marksman so he could pull at Jason's hair and grind their hips together, his sharp canine teeth digging into his own dangerous lips as he moved against Jason.

The sun reflected off the glass panes of the balcony doors and Dick was sunkissed above him.