title: Sex Magix
fandom: DC Comics
characters/pairings: Dick/Jason, Batman, Zatanna
rating: Teen
warnings: Goofiness, sex
summary: Jason has an affliction, but Dick has the cure...
notes: written for the wonderful and oh so patient (i hope) rithy, natch. heh. also... this either takes place in the animated series (everyone and their brother is in the JLU... 'cept nightwing, right. -_- well, we'll pretend he is, too) or during obsidian age. or something. *coughs* and oh yeah, this is humor, but hopefully that will be obvious...

It must have been a thousand degrees under his collar. He had managed to transform back into Jason Blood, but the effect of the magic was still present. He would burn up. He would die, really die. He didn't want to do this, but there was only one hope of relief, only one port in this storm of hormones, only one chance...

Nightwing wasn't on duty, but thankfully, he was still in the tower, on the observation deck. He was still in his 'uniform.' His body was all sleek lines, the black material catching the moonlight so that it seemed to be begging to be ripped from his body.

The demon inside of him growled, he railed to be let out. Like Jason would share...

He collapsed against the wall opposite Dick, and slumped down. "N-Nightwing... Please... I need help..."

"Mm?" Dick looked over his shoulder. "What? ...Sex Magic? Again? Jason, I've told you, you don't have to go to these lengths. I'm willing, just call me..." He pulled off his gloves, and let them fall to the floor.

Jason started to salivate, and reached out to Dick. Dick pulled his boots off, and padded over to Jason, his hips swinging sexily.

"Do you want to undress me yourself?" The brat was smirking. Smirking!

Maybe he should let the demon out. At least a little.

Jason grabbed Dick by the collar, dragged him to the ground, and proceeded to rip the uniform off. Or try to.

Dick grinned. "Here, there is a zipper. It's Kevlar. You can't expect to just tear it off."

Jason growled, and made use of the zipper. He also made use of his mouth on Dick's neck.

"You are so impatient. Is this a bloodplay thing? I'd rather you use a 'rang. A bit more hygienic than a mouth."

"Could you shut up? I'm trying to fuck you," Jason sighed.

"Yeah, hurry up. My break won't last forever," he wiggled his eyebrows.

Jason grinned wickedly. "When I'm done with you, you won't be in any condition to work."

"Talk, talk, talk, is that all we're doing here?" Dick leaned up and bit Jason's bottom lip, holding it in his teeth and he slumped back down. "C'mon. Let's get some action going here."

Jason's eyes gleamed.

"Sex magic?" Zatanna frowned. "I've never heard of any such thing. Are you sure you haven't been reading weird things on the internet?"

Batman crossed his arms over his chest.

She sighed, and straightened her bow tie. "Right, right, it's you, what was I thinking? Ok, I'll look into it, but I've got a show now. I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

"It's urgent," he reminded, slipping into the shadows.

"It's always urgent with you," she sighed. She looked into the mirror and squeezed her cheeks, flashing that audience-pleasing smile. "Never seen you so intense before, though, man! That's scary! And now I have to perform..."

But obviously, she knew perfectly well that she was talking to herself at this point.