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Title: Shiva’s Stipulation
Author: Aravis Tarkheena
Pairing: Tim Drake/Michael Holt aka Robin III/Mr. Terrific II
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Shameless smut
Disclaimer: Not Mine. Everyone's legal.
Word Count: 3,200 ish
Author’s Notes: Yeah, there is no justification for this. Let’s just keep this little piece of shamelessness our little secret, shall we flist? I should hurry up and post this before I lose my nerve.



Shiva’s Stipulation

Tim would be lying if he said he didn’t think Michael Holt was attractive. He was pretty sure only a dead person wouldn’t concede that. He’d also be lying if he said he wasn’t a little in awe of the man. The third smartest man in the world deserved some respect. In short, Tim’s feelings towards Michael Holt were pretty similar to how he felt towards Ted Kord when he was 14, only with a lot less general appreciation and a lot more intimidated awe. The lust factor was also exponentially higher. Ted Kord had been a good looking man, but he was no Michael Holt.

So when he opened the door to his apartment, one day, to find Michael Holt standing there with a data disc and a smile, Tim felt his stomach drop out.

“Mind if I talk to you for a minute, Tim?” He asked, and his voice was deep and rich and very friendly. Really, the only thing Tim could do was nod and step to side so Mr. Terrific could slip through his doorway. It surprised him how easily his real name sounded coming in that mellow voice. He’d only interacted with Mr. Terrific a few times as Robin and not at all as Tim Drake. This visit was unexpected to say the least.

That didn’t seem to bother Mr. Terrific in the slightest, though. He moved through Tim’s apartment like he’d been there one hundred times before. Tim sat him down at the breakfast bar in his tiny kitchen and handed him a glass of juice.

It felt surreal, but then Tim guessed that arguing with Batman over whether or not he should join the Social Activities Club would be surreal to almost any one else. Tim willed himself to calm down.

“What can I do for you Mr. Holt?” He asked, trying to keep his voice easy and professional.

“Please, call me Michael.” And Michael smiled at him.

Tim made himself breathe slowly and evenly. He was pretty sure it was impolite to think about sucking someone off when they were sitting pleasantly across the table from you sipping apple juice and asking for assistance in the area of social justice. Though, that rule hadn’t been covered in etiquette class at Brentwood, so he couldn’t be completely sure.

“I talked with Oracle a few weeks ago, she said you’re the go to guy for dealing with the League of Assassins, these days. That you have a few connections in that area.”

Tim nodded. “Yes, I still communicate with Shiva from time to time. She likes to keep an eye on me. What is it that you need from them?”

“Just some information about a hit that’s been put out. I want to know if they’ve accepted it or if it’s still up for grabs.”

Tim raised an eyebrow. Mr. Terrific was a pretty passionate person and was known to have a bit of a temper. Tim had never heard about him killing someone before, and he doubted that, if the third smartest man in the world wanted to kill someone, he would mention it to Batman’s partner. But one never knew.

“It’s not like that. I just want to know who’s going after this guy.”

“He under your protection?” Tim asked, casually.

“Let’s just say I have a vested interest in this.”

Tim sat back in his seat and looked long and hard at the man across the bar from him. “You, Michael Holt, are an unknown quantity to me. I don’t know who you are, what your motivations are, or how far you go. I don’t care how long you’ve been working with the JLA, or even Batman. I want to know who this guy is and why you want this information, or you get nothing from me.”

Michael smiled disarmingly at Tim. “You don’t think I would hurt him, do you?”

Tim leaned forward. “I don’t care how prettily you smile at me, it’s not going to change my mind. I know that trick too. I don’t wear skin tight red spandex for my health, I wear it to make people think about fucking me and not what I’m saying to them. Try again, and go for the truth this time.”

The smile slid from Michael Holt’s face and suddenly Tim was looking at Mr. Terrific sans the nanite mask.

“He was involved in a bust I did a few months ago. He managed to slip through the cracks because of some poor planning on my part. I’ve been after him ever since, but he’s been keeping his nose clean so I can’t pin anything on him. I just need to know if I need to keep on this guy, or if I should give him up. If the League of Assassins is on his ass, then there’s no reason for me to keep putting time and effort into this guy.”

Tim thought about that for a minute. “You want this guy? Or would you be just as happy to let Shiva and the rest get him?”

“I’d rather he didn’t die, and my pride is at stake here. Why?”

Tim shrugged. “If they didn’t pick it up yet then mentioning to Shiva that he’s on the JLA’s list might make them back off; especially if the money on his head isn’t so great. How much is it?”

“Two hundred thousand.”

Tim nodded. “Yeah, hook me up with the file on him and I’ll let her know.”

Michael flashed a smile at Tim, and this time it was an honest one. “I appreciate your help. I hear good things about you. Can’t wait for you to grow out of your team and move on up to ours. It’d be nice to work with someone like you.” He drained his glass and stood up.

“Someone like me?” Tim asked, as he walked Michael to the door.

Michael turned back to look at Tim. “Someone who’s smart enough to pick up on my shit and brave enough to call me on it.”

Tim smirked. “I’ve had a great deal of practice calling arrogant alpha males on their ‘shit’.”

Tim could hear Michael’s laugh all the way down the hall of his apartment building.

It was a nice laugh.

***
Getting in touch with Shiva was the hardest part of the whole ordeal. He called what numbers he had for her and left a few notes in the safe houses she had that he knew of. Tim knew that Shiva kept a pretty good eye on him, but she wasn’t always around.

He was starting to worry she was out on a job and wouldn’t be back for a few weeks when she showed up at his apartment one night.

Tim was making himself dinner when she let herself into his place.

“I hope you’re making enough for two. I’m certainly not going to give you the information you want without at least dinner to reimburse me, Little Bird.” Her voice was as smooth as silk and she walked over to glance at the pan he was stirring.

Tim tossed another handful of mushrooms into the mix as she kissed him on the temple.

“I was wanted to ask you about a hit—“ He started.

“Shhhh.” She hushed him as she took a white wine glass from one of his cabinets and reached for the bottle of wine he was using to sauté his vegetables. “Dinner, first.” She saluted him and took a sip of the wine. “Work, afterwards.”

Three glasses of wine and two plates of vegetables later, Shiva seemed more willing to talk.

“You’re asking me to spread around that this guy is off limits?” She asked.

“I’d appreciate it.”

“Certainly I would do something this simple for my Little Bird, but who is this man to you?” She asked curiously.

“He’s no one to me, but Mr. Terrific’s been after him for a few months now, and wants to finish the job.”

Shiva raised an eyebrow at him. “I didn’t know you and ‘Mr. Terrific’ were that close these days.”

Tim shrugged. “He asked me for a favor. It can’t hurt to have the third smartest man in the world in your debt.”

Shiva smiled at him lazily. “No I suppose it can’t…”

They were both silent for a few minutes, tired from their meal and the wine, before Shiva smirked at him knowingly. “I’m sure it doesn’t hurt that he’s a very attractive man. How long has it been since you’ve been with someone, man or woman?”

Tim leaned back in his chair and sighed. “It’s been a while.” He conceded. “Though, Mr. Terrific isn’t exactly on my list of realistically potential bed partners.”

“That, my sweet Little Bird, is a great shame.”

***
The next morning he sent word to Mr. Terrific that the guy was all his and the League of Assassins wouldn’t interfere. Two weeks after that Tim heard from Babs that Michael had caught his man and that he would go to trail in a few days.

Tim was drying off from a shower and absently reading about the man’s bail hearing on the news when he heard a knock on the door.

He quickly threw on some clothes and peered out the peep hole.

It was Mr. Terrific, wearing cream colored khakis and a sunflower yellow polo shirt. Tim wryly wished he’d thought to jerk off in the shower.

He flipped the locks and opened the door. Michael smiled at him, and it was a real smile with an edge if something just below the surface. Tim wondered, absently, what that something was.

“I came to say thanks.” Michael rumbled in his deep voice.

Tim smiled lightly back and gestured him into the apartment. “No problem. It was actually nice to see Shiva again, even if she did eat three fourths of my dinner and most of a bottle of wine.”

Michael laughed and said slyly, “So she made you pay up too, huh?”

“Pay?” Tim’s voice hardened and his brow furrowed. “She made you pay?”

Michael stepped in close to Tim, so close Tim could smell the soap he’d used to shower that morning.

“Yeah, she told me, in return for the favor, that I had to consider spending some time with her ‘Little Bird’. She said that he’d been very lonely lately and I should seriously think about playing with him sometime…” Michael’s voice was low and seductive and Tim felt his stomach drop out again.

“What did you say?” Tim asked, hoping the nervousness in his voice wasn’t obvious.

Michael leaned in close and whispered against Tim’s mouth. “I told her that I thought it was a very good idea. That I’d been a little lonely too, lately and I certainly wouldn’t mind some company.” Then he kissed Tim.

His lips were warm and soft and he kissed like he spoke: slowly, confidently and with great consideration. Tim wrapped his arms around Michael’s broad shoulders and kissed him back, until Michael pushed him against the wall and tilted his head so he could delve his tongue into Tim’s mouth.

“Oh yes.” Michael husked when they broke apart. “This is a very good idea.”

Tim smirked at him and worked one hand down the collar of Michael’s shirt, lightly scratching at his back and shoulders.

“Did Shiva happen to mention what a demanding Little Bird I am?”

Michael laughed and dipped his head until his lips pressed against Tim’s neck. “No, but she did mention the quickest way to get you into bed was this…” And he began to lay gentle nipping kisses all down Tim’s neck and throat.

Tim breathed in sharply and got a little dizzy around his eyes as he quickly hardened in his jeans. He thanked god that he’s thought to throw on boxers before he rushed to the door, as his erection pressed into soft cotton instead of rough denim.

“It disturbs me a little that she knows that…” Tim gasped, as he tried to keep up on his end of the banter while his mind rapidly fled to more important considerations. Like the large bulge he was feeling under Mr. Terrific’s perfectly tailored slacks.

Michael snorted a laugh against the side of Tim’s neck and Tim shuddered as the cool air gusted across the saliva damped skin.

“Then you probably don’t want to hear what else she told me…”

“Oh Jesus, there’s more?”

Michael lifted his head and smiled seductively at Tim. “She said you were very fond of oral sex.” He said smugly, thumbing Tim’s lower lip, eyes mischievous.

Tim lifted an eyebrow. “She did not tell you that.” He said, half indignant, half amused.

Michael laughed and Tim could feel it rumbling through Michael’s chest and into his own. The vibrations did interesting things to his erection.

“No, but it’s been a very big point in my fantasy life, recently.”

Tim smirked and pushed off the wall, grabbing the collar of Michael’s shirt and dragging him into the bedroom. “Well, let’s just see if reality and those fantasies mesh up, shall we?”

Michael’s face went serious and an anticipatory light filled his dark eyes. “Oh yes, let’s do just that.”

They helped one another slide shirts over heads and shuck jeans and socks and when they hit the bedclothes, naked and hard they were both smiling and touching each other everywhere they could reach.

They shifted so they were laying on their sides, next to each other on the bed, bodies in different directions. Michael was taller than Tim so he had to curl down to kiss and lick at Tim’s stomach and hipbones.

“You’re so pale, I can see the veins under your skin.” Michael said reverently as he ran a gentle hand down Tim’s thigh. Tim shivered and buried his face in Michael’s waist.

“Yeah, don’t get much sun there…” He gasped.

“I love it when your voice gets breathy like that. Makes me wonder if that’s what you sound like when you beg. Is that what you sound like when you beg, Tim?” Michael’s voice was low and gruff and the sound of it alone made Tim want to whimper.

“’Gonna take a lot more than some light petting before you find that one out, mister.”

Michael laughed and abruptly licked a line up the underside of Tim’s cock. Tim’s body went ridged and he almost shouted when Michael asked, lips brushing against him, “That better?”

Tim gave him a playfully challenging look as he answered. “It’s a start. I, in contrast to you, my friend, am well versed in the area of extracting pleas from my lovers.” And without notice Tim slipped Michael’s cock as deeply into his mouth as it would go.

He felt Michael’s whole body tense, and he heard his gasp. Tim wrapped one arm around Michael’s waist and down his thigh, caressing the corded muscle as he worked his mouth up and down Michael’s length.

“Oh man kid, this is nothing like what I imagined.” Michael said, voice tight and reverent. He took Tim into his mouth then and Tim found that concentrating on a task with Mr. Terrific’s mouth wrapped around his cock was exceedingly difficult. He moaned deep in his throat and felt Michael shudder.

Michael took him in deep and grabbed his leg, pushing it up and over Michael’s shoulder, it went over easily and Tim ran his toes lightly over the nape of Michael’s neck. Michael started and pulled off.

“Damn, but you’re flexible.” He said, voice amused until Tim ‘mmmm’ in agreement. Tim felt Michael’s stomach heave next to his chest and felt Michael’s thigh muscles tense up again under his hand.

When Michael took him back into his mouth, Tim hardly noticed the damp fingers pressing into his hole until one pushed passed the tight ring of muscle and sunk deep inside him. Then Tim gasped around the cock in his mouth and pulled Michael tight against his body, breathing quickly and sharply through his nose, muscles tensed and body arched into Michael’s fingers.

He made himself move, then. He had to or he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about that finger inside of him. He worked Michael in and out of his mouth as he moaned and he licked and tongued every inch of Michael with frantic abandon.

“Oh shit!” Michael pulled Tim out of his mouth and clutched at Tim’s leg with the hand that wasn’t inside Tim. “Oh damnit Tim just a little more. Please, I, I—“ Michael cut himself off with a gasp and hot come flowed down Tim’s throat.

Tim pulled back and licked Michael clean, both their chests were heaving but for very different reasons.

“You… are… fantastic.” Michael breathed, and Tim tried to stop trembling. He was still hard as a rock and he could feel every centimeter of Michael’s finger inside of him. All he could manage in response to the compliment was a nod of the head as he pressed his face into Michael’s belly and breathed in his scent. He tried to calm himself, but he was wound so tight and wanted to come so badly he was dizzy with desperation.

Michael leaned in close to him again and planted a light kiss on his hipbone before starting to slowly work his finger in and out of Tim again. “This is better than everything I imagined. So much better…”

“Ah!” A sharp cry broke from Tim’s throat and without Michael’s erection to focus on, Tim couldn’t think about anything but that finger carefully and deliberately fucking him. He was panting now and making low noises as he breathed and his body curled inwards.

“Your mouth is fantastic, so hot and so fast and the way you move when I touch you dives me insane.” Michael just kept talking as he slowly tortured Tim. Tim pushed back, helplessly, onto Michael’s hand, trying to get him to move faster and go deeper.

It was perfect and terrible all at once and Tim needed more, so much more.

“Please.” He chocked out mindlessly. “Please, please, please, please.” He just kept repeating and it was so hard, all of the sudden, to speak and breath at the same time. He couldn’t think to focus; his mind was too blown to concentrate on anything other than that finger inside of him and that mouth, inches away from his straining erection.

“Oh yes, Tim.” Michael hissed, his voice eminently satisfied. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” Then he wrapped his mouth around Tim again and his finger was moving faster, deeper, pressing into Tim’s prostate and making him see stars until Tim shouted and arched and came.

When Tim blinked his eyes opened again Michael was smirking down at him, lips wet and swollen.

“Oh yes, this was a very, very good idea.”

Tim gently kicked him in the back of the head before untangled himself. He turned around on the bed so they were face to face, and pressed close to Michael. “Snuggle now, be smug later.” He murmured, tiredly, and smiled as Michael’s laughter rumbled through his own chest again.




A/N: What yume_aruki had to say on the subject:

[02:57] yume_aruki: Well, it's three AM. I'm going to head home now. sounds like you had fun with T & R
[02:58] aravistarkheena: T and R?
[02:58] yume_aruki: Terrific and Robin
[02:58] aravistarkheena: Oh yeah
[02:58] aravistarkheena: I did
[02:58] aravistarkheena: It's TERRIBLE
[02:58] yume_aruki: no it's TERRIFIC
[02:58] aravistarkheena: Hahahhaha
[02:58] aravistarkheena: omg That was not as funny as I think it is
[02:59] yume_aruki: lol
[02:59] aravistarkheena: I hate you three am
[02:59] yume_aruki: 3 AM
[02:59] yume_aruki:lol
[02:59] yume_aruki: we both thought it
[02:59] aravistarkheena: Oh god, I'm still laughing
[03:00] yume_aruki: that's terrible, no, it's terrific
[03:00] aravistarkheena: We can't even tell the difference any more!!!
[03:00] aravistarkheena: DDDD:

Comments

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aravistarkheena
Mar. 4th, 2008 01:55 am (UTC)
Thanks for the reassurance. It's good to know people don't mind when I'm being terrible. >:D
darthbatgirl
Mar. 4th, 2008 05:12 am (UTC)
Mind when you're being terrible? Darling I love it when you're being terrible. LOL

And this was the best way to start the day. (Yes it is midnight now, but I did read this at eight this morning, but had work, friends came over in the evening - you get where this is going.)

I love this! Shive should go around and see who else she can get to go perv on Tim. It could be a whole series, "5 times that Lady Shiva got Tim laid."

Okay that was pretty bad. I'm going to go read what else you put up tonight to keep me out of trouble.
aravistarkheena
Mar. 4th, 2008 05:36 am (UTC)
Oh man, I can't even IMAGINE who else Shiva would try to hook Tim up with! Oh man. Oh man. Who else do you think she'd have on the list?

I'm glad you liked my terribleness. It makes me happy to know that posting it was worth it. :DD
darthbatgirl
Mar. 4th, 2008 01:25 pm (UTC)
That my friend is a dangerous question. We could have a lot of fun with this.

Connor would be an obvious choice, - or maybe Connor and Roy? Now there's a OT3 I wouldn't mind seeing. And for some reason I've always wanted to see Hawkman perving on Tim, must be the bird theme. Or one of the Green Lanterns - Hal or Kyle? There's just so many choices.

Okay I'm done being terrible. What a fine duo we make. "grins"
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aravistarkheena
Sep. 11th, 2008 10:34 pm (UTC)
Oh man, I love it too. >:D
lunatic_lullaby
Jul. 25th, 2009 01:24 am (UTC)
Oh, so that's what Michael/Tim is like. :O

Wow. Lots and lots of wow. That was the most realistic 69 I've ever read, as well as the hottest smut I've encountered in a good long while.

I don’t wear skin tight red spandex for my health, I wear it to make people think about fucking me and not what I’m saying to them.

Oh my god, Tim, does Bruce know? And I will never call them long-johns again, I swear. XD
aravistarkheena
Jul. 25th, 2009 03:17 am (UTC)
Yes, THIS IS SPARTA TIM/MICHAEL!

Thanks so much. I'm glad you liked it. >:D

Oh man, that whole line was total posturing. Poor Timmy was lying through his pretty little teeth. He wanted to come off as confident and sexually aggressive to try and throw Michael off. It worked but afterward you can bet he was sweating and shaking a little. :D
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