Title: Learning Exercises
Authors: Katarik, Raven_Kerry, Trunks_Angel, Yami no Kaiba
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dick/Kon/Tim

Summary: It's Teen Titan tradition.
Disclaimers: DC Comics owns the characters.
Note: Done Round Robin style.

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Happy Belated Birthday, Cosmicastaway!

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There's something most people don't know about the Titans--except for Batman, but than Batman seems to be the exception to almost every rule. And that something, is actually very simple when considered in the context of the teenaged mind: sex is, in all honesty, the comfort of choice when one of them is hurt.

It's like an age old tradition since the beginning of time, but no one is counting it at the moment, particularly not Tim Drake. Or is Robin? Kon can never be sure and the split-personality thing that the bat-family seems to have still freaks him out. His fingers are tracing with a feather touch the latest bruise that's coloured Tim's face right across his cheek bone.

"You should've ducked."

"If I had ducked, then the punch would have hit the girl I was protecting. I couldn't let an innocent get hurt on my behalf." Robin's voice and face betrayed no emotion.

'Okay,' Kon thought to himself, 'I guess it's Robin then.' But out loud he just weakly responded, "I'm sorry I wasn't able to cover your back like I should have. It's my fault that you were hurt."

Tim knew that Kon was still hurting because of the incident with Luthor. He knew that Kon was trying desperately to forget it, but couldn't. And he knew that Kon was trying his best to prove that he wasn't that way anymore -- that he wasn't evil. He traced Kon's jawline tenderly. "None of that, Kon. You were off helping Beast Boy from getting himself killed. You can't be everywhere at once."

Kon opened his mouth to protest, but Tim stopped him by putting his finger over Kon's lips. "And no one can expect you to be either -- and neither should you."

Okay, serious was all nice and well but... Sometimes it just got way too uncomfortable. And Tim -- Tim had a bad habit of turning almost everything serious. "Now, *that* I protest -- if the scientists back at Cadmus had any sense they would have made *hundreds* of little me clones, and then I'd be everywhere."

"Perhaps, but then there would be no *Conner Kent*, would there?" Tim replied and Kon blinked at that.

"What do you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean." It's the serious Robin voice, but it's Tim talking. "If he wanted to Luthor could make hundreds more of you, but there would ever be *one* Conner Kent and he's the one I want standing beside me."

Kon blushed. He didn't know what to say. So instead he settled for something he did know how to do. He leaned in and kissed Tim gently. He had been aiming for the cheek, but Tim moved suddenly and the kiss landed on his mouth.

Their eyes opened wide, but neither pulled away.

Slowly, Tim deepened the kiss. He nipped and sucked on Kon's lip.

Kon had to take several deep breaths, his eyes wide. He hadn't imagined this in his wildest dreams, yet it still seemed so right to him. Like a dream come true. And where exactly had Tim learned to kiss like that?

To kiss like -- like --

"Not bad, little brother. But you're forgetting the hand placement again."

Making a sound that he really would never admit to making -- sounded like a little *girl* -- Kon jerked back and his eyes widened again as he pitched over.

Falling off the side of the couch was *not* fun, he thought, rubbing his sore head from where he lay on the ground, glancing over to the archway.

"Because they tend to get away like *that*," a smirking Nightwing said, leaning with one hip against the dry-wall.

Kon thought Tim's ability to sneak up on him -- especially when he had super-senses -- was bad enough, but *another* member of the bat-family showing up and making him....*squeak*....like a *girl*?! He was sure both Tim and Dick had noticed the sound and he knew he'd be denying it's existence for as long as he lived.

"I didn't realize this was a bat-party," Kon said. "I thought it was invitation only."

Dick winked at Kon. "Ah, but Superboy, I've gotta see if you live up to your name. Besides, I have to make sure that little Timmy here is doing a good job. Can't have him giving us Bats a bad name, can we?" Dick's eyes sparkled mischievously, his mask having been removed upon entering the room. "By the way, Tim, if you wanna fuck his brains out, I'd suggest getting naked soon -- and that includes taking off your mask, little bro."

Tim glared at Dick. "Fine, I'll do it. But don't call me Timmy." And Kon wondered if it was Tim or Robin speaking there. But soon that wonder disappeared when he found Tim slowly removing his clothing.

Dick was obviously enjoying himself throughly as he too got undressed. He stepped behind Tim and whispered into his ear, "Don't forget, Timmy, to remove his clothes with your teeth."

Kon swallowed harshly. He... didn't really want to know when exactly Nightwing had taught Tim all that -- okay, yes, he totally did. Nightwing was fucking *hot*.

But *wow*, that was an odd way to start a conversation. Tim's flashing smirk didn't help to reassure him any.

"Come on, Kon. I promise he won't bite," and okay, having *two* Bats look at you like that... Really, really shouldn't be allowed by any fair referee, or God, or whatever.

It was practically porn. Just from them *smiling*, and dude, did they do this all the *time*?

"Dude, do you do this *all* the time?" Sometimes, Kon hated it when his thoughts somehow became outspoken words and he began blushing, especially with the looks Tim and Dick gave him.

"I mean... Er..." Tim silenced Kon with a kiss.

Dick shrugged. "Okay, Timmy, if you're doing the kissing then I might as well get the boy undressed." It was already difficult enough to concentrate with Tim kissing him like that. But when Dick started to nuzzle his shirt up, licking and sucking on every bit of exposed skin, he nearly lost it. It was mind-blowing, and -- just -- oh crap!

He was lost in a world of sensation and little common sense. And then Tim stopped kissing him and instead joined Dick in his effort to get Kon undressed, except that he was working on his pants, which was slightly more difficult because of the tightness around the crotch. But that seemed to only excite Tim more. Bloody Bats and their love for anything and everything difficult...

"That's it, Tim, just like that..." Helpful little coax from Nightwing, and Kon whimpered as Tim made a triumphant little noise and his pants and boxers were moved down his thighs.

The feel of Nightwing's hair brushing against his neck as the man lazily supported him. "He's beautiful like this, isn't he? Down on his knees, just for you. Ready. Willing. *Wanting*." Small rub against the small of his back, concise circles getting ever larger in circumference. "All you have to do is say the word, Superboy."

Part of Kon's brain was saying, "You want me to speak when you're doing *this* to me?" while the other part he was sure was dribbling out of his ears, because so far he could only manage sounds.

Kon shivered as Tim's fingers danced over his inner thigh and Dick was nibbling the skin of his neck and he arched a little in response while giving a sound that was a cross between a grunt and a whimper.

Finally Kon managed to pant, "Please, take me."

Dick grinned maliciously. "Which one of us?"

"Both," Kon managed to grind out.

Dick winked at Tim. "Okay, Timmy, you heard the master's orders." And Tim took Kon's full length into his mouth, causing Kon's eyes to bulge.

It felt so -- so -- it was inexplainable. And then Dick pulled out some lube and spread it on his fingers, which he then inserted one by one into Kon's ass.

Kon knew that he was getting really close to coming. And when Dick's fingers began to stroke him, from the inside and hit his prostate -- he couldn't hold it in anymore and came. He would have screamed, if Dick hadn't been kissing him at that moment.

Tim swallowed all of him and the part of Kon's brain that wasn't completely dead wondered that the Boy Wonder *really* must've done this before to be *so damn good*!

Kon was vaguely aware that his breathing was a rush of "ohgodohgodohgod!" and Dick was *still* moving his fingers inside him and he was getting hard again before he had a chance to take a gulp of air.

"I think he likes this, Tim." Dick whispered against Kon's neck.

Little moan from Tim, and he could hear Nightwing laughing softly, and the man started to pull out --

The little whine *he* gave was something entirely too needy, too *greedy* --

"Ssshhh. Tim will make it better," Nightwing whispered against his ear, pulling back on his shoulders until he was flat out on the floor.

And Tim seemed to be excited about the fact that Kon was getting harder again. He sat on Kon's chest, his manhood laying tantalizingly close to Kon's mouth, but still far enough away that Kon couldn't give Tim the same pleasure he had been -- still was -- giving him.

Tim purred and whispered into Kon's ear, "Oh, Kon, I'm gonna ride you like there's no tomorrow. I want to feel you up my ass and feel you as you come in me. We don't need to use protection, since I know we're all healthy. And I want to feel your warm seed spreading through my insides. I want you to scream my name. And I want you to come again and again for me -- in me. And then I'll come for you, too." And Kon's mind was lost once again, as those words caused another hard-on. Tim situated himself and just let gravity pull its weight.

This surprised Kon, making him think that Tim must really do this a lot to be able to do that without any preparation at all.

Or maybe not, because Nightwing was suddenly behind Tim, making soothing sounds into Tim's ear, moving his hands on the boy's shoulders in what Kon could only think of as a rub-down.

Which was really good, apparently, because Kon didn't even *know* Tim was that tense until the other boy just... wasn't.

And Nightwing *winks* at him.

The rub-down fast becomes something else entirely.

And is Tim-"Dude, are you *purring*?!"

Tim looks at Kon with narrowed eyes, "I don't purr."

Kon chuckled, "I know what I heard and I heard a purr."

"I *DON'T* purr."

Dick sucks the skin of Tim's neck and elicits the same sound from him, "Kon's right, that's a purr."

He hears a muttered little curse from Tim, before Nightwing chuckles and gives Tim one of the *hottest* kisses Kon's ever seen--

And there's hands on his hips, fingers sliding down towards the bed, making him buck *up* from the shock of the unexpected.

The sounds Tim makes *then* is something Kon will never, ever forget.

And when Dick pulls back for air, Kon is pulling him down and kissing him in front of Tim, thrusting his tongue in his mouth and he hears Tim moaning and wants to smile, knowing they're giving Tim a hot show.

The necessity for air is the only thing that makes them pull apart. They're both panting with flushed faces and Kon's fingers are suddenly stroking Tim's face. "You said you wanted to ride me..." Kon tilts his head like it's an invitation.

The way Tim's eyes just light up shouldn't be connected in his brain with sexy but -- it's *Tim*. Tim, who more often then not, is always wearing a mask even when he's not.

Nightwing gives Tim the smallest of whispers -- if Kon didn't have super-hearing, he knows he would have missed it. "Remember that he's a meta -- he can take *everything* you give him, and more."

"And I want *everything* and more," Kon says in reply, his eyes staring longingly at the pair of them.

Dick claimed his lips again, thrusting his tongue into his mouth, and Tim was beginning to move and -- Ohgodohgodohgodohgod!

Dick pulled away from the kiss and instead chose to use his tongue in other places. He swirled it around Kon's erect nipples, causing him to moan loudly. But Dick gently covered his mouth. "Now, now, Superboy. We don't want anyone hearing us now, do we? After all, you don't want this to stop, do you?"

Kon wildly shook his head no. Stopping was no longer an option in his mind. He thought he'd die if this were to stop.

Dick smirked. "I thought so." And he leaned down again, finding all the places where Kon was especially sensitive. Found that one of those places was in the crook of Kon's neck, so he gently nibbled on that area.

Kon was gasping for breath. He hadn't been aware that something could feel so good.

It was good, really really good, to be the focus of not just *Tim* but Nightwing, too. Who knew that the same type of intensity a Bat would normally give a case could be *this* sexy and --

"*Kon*," breathy, slightly strained voice, muttering his name like a prayer, and Tim is absolutely *beautiful* with his eyes half-shut like that.

"Oh*god*Tim!" Kon groaned and he was writhing under them and Dick was sucking his neck right *there* and Tim's moans were going straight through him. "Don't stop!"

"Ssshhh." Dick placed a finger on Kon's lips. "Easy boy."

Nightwing gave one of the sexiest smiles Kon had ever seen. "Exactly how good *is* your control on the TK, Superboy?"

Oh, *man*! The images *that* question brought up!

"Not one to boast.... but pretty darn good if I say so myself," Kon replied.

The mischievous glint in Dick's eyes made Kon both shiver and groan. Dick leaned to Tim and whispered in his ear, even though he knew Kon would hear him. Maybe that was the whole point.

"Maybe we should put his control to the test. What do you say, Timmy?"

"Yes... yes..." Tim groaned and Kon half moaned and whimpered.

Dick purred, "Well then, lift us up. I know as a matter of fact that sex on the ground is good, but in the air -- well, let's just say that it's better than your wildest imagination. So many more angles that are possible."

Kon's fogged up mind reeled at the possibility of more pleasure than he was experiencing at the moment. Was it even possible? But why not try. "You'll have to keep touching me, or you'll fall down," Kon warned.

Dick purred and whispered huskily into his ear, "I'll do far more than touch you, Superboy. Not all of us Bats enjoy being on top." He smiled at the younger teen seductively.

And Kon's mind reeled once more. There was no doubt in his mind now exactly where Tim had acquired all his experience from, now.

He started to use his TK ability and lifted them off the ground.

Dick somehow managed to twist in midair, ending up where Kon's ass was. He first inserted his tongue to ensure that it was still wet enough from the lube - and to feel Kon squirm underneath him. Then he put some more lube on his cock and slowly inserted himself into Kon's virgin hole, though not too carefully, seeing as Kon's TK would stop him from being actually hurt.

Tim -- smart, quick, *wonderful* Tim -- was good enough to catch Kon's scream in a kiss. To pet him, soothe him, relax him enough from the original penetration with hands on his sides, in his hair, on his *skin* --

Softest little sigh into Tim's mouth, and he doesn't know how Dick understood that he's ready; maybe from some secret Bat signal from Tim or just simple observation --

But it felt *good* when his hips were nudged a little farther up, and Tim made that little purr again.

So many thoughts were whizzing through Kon's mind like he had a mini Speedster in there, but any words he might have spoken are swallowed up by Tim's mouth. It's like they're sharing air and it's so sweet... so right.... so perfect!

When he moves his hips he's burying himself in Tim and moving back on Dick and he's damned either way but he doesn't care because it's so *good* and he feels like he's drowning --

And the problem was that he liked the feeling of drowning. It felt more like living than -- than crime-fighting did. He felt more alive at that moment than he could remember ever feeling.

And at that moment all the memories of his time with Lex Luther -- his other father -- seemed insignificant to what he was now. And he cherished that. Finally he had found something that could make those depressing thoughts and memories go away.

He wasn't hurting Tim anymore -- he was causing the other boy the greatest pleasure possible. And, though he knew he'd never see either of the two bats in the same light again, he realized that he didn't want to either. And in that moment of clarity -- he came, for the second time. Tim cried out in joy as he came with Kon, and Kon knew -- this was one of the best things that had ever happened to him.

And he was still inside Tim. Wonderful heat, and he could feel himself begin to stiffen once again as Dick continued to pound into him.

Tim, who was, weirdly enough, almost comparable to Bart with the way his eyes were just kind of blissful and far away. Yet with a small shift of Tim's weight, and those eyes weren't just blissful anymore, but *shocky*. "*Oh*."

Laughter from Nightwing, and the sharp sound of skin slapping skin, causing Tim to squeak a little. "I *told* you he could take more than you could give."

Kon wrapped his arms around Tim's shoulders to hold him closer, and Tim began suckling at the sensitive spot on Kon's neck. Kon visibly shivered, causing Dick to groan as he shifted the angle of his thrusts so he hit Kon's prostate.

The sensation Kon felt was one he wouldn't be forgetting in a hurry, and Tim smacked his lips on to Kon's to swallow the screams welling up in his throat.

"Ohgodohgodohgod!" Kon repeated over and over -- his vocabulary having been narrowed down to those two words. *Again*.

Dick enjoyed watching Kon squirm under their combined efforts. He had taught Tim well. Of course, he had learned from a master as well.

Idly he wondered if it was determined by fate that all Robins would like to top, well, other than him of course, but he wasn't Robin any longer. Maybe someday Tim would prefer to bottom, going through the transition like he had. But then he took one look at Tim's face and quickly determined that it wouldn't be that way.

Tim loved topping too much. And, from the looks of it, Kon liked both. Not that Dick could blame him -- he'd still bottom with Bruce any day. But this wasn't about that -- no, it was about Kon.

No longer could Dick remember why he had joined in on this. But he remembered Tim talking about how distraught Kon had been since that incident with Luthor.

Maybe that was the reason. Maybe he had just done it at the spur of the moment. But he found himself not caring that much; even though he could go to jail for this if anyone found out.

But he knew that neither would tell. It was Teen Titan tradition, after all, to help comfort your teammates with sex.

--Fin.