fic: Hide and Seek

[darthbatgirl]

Title: Hide and Seek

Author: darthbatgirl

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Characters: Remy/Tim

Summary: Remy catches a bird

Word Count: 899

Warning: boy kissing

A/N: written for the Spring Porn Fest, prompts used were chase and here and gone again

 

 

 

 

Remy LeBeau reached out and snagged a glass of wine from a waiter's tray and he made his way through the party. Men in tuxedos and women in evening gowns filled the room. Flashy jewelry caught the eye, expensive art hung on the walls, and Remy knew, that four floors above the ballroom, there was a certain wall safe that held some very interesting contents.

 

All of which did not interest Remy in the slightest.

 

He mingled through the room, giving devilish smiles to the ladies he passed as he scanned the room for his target. A slow smile spread across the Cajun's face as he spotted the person he was after. He carefully made his way around the edge of the ballroom, always keeping his goal in sight.

 

Remy's eyes sparkled as he stepped up behind Tim Drake, “Nice night huh petite?” he breathed in Tim's ear as he place the hand not holding wine glass on Tim's hip.

 

He could feel Tim tensing slightly under his hand as he turned around, relaxing as he recognized the Cajun. “Gam – Remy? What - what are you doing here?”

 

Remy pulls Tim closer, nuzzling the side of Tim's head, the stubble on his chin making Tim shiver a little. “Ya don't make things easy on ol' Remy. But dat's okay Remy don't mind chasing ya. Been a while since we played no?”

 

A whisper of a smile graced Tim's face, “Decided to chase me tonight huh? Wished I'd known I would have made it more of a challenge,” he breathed. “But really . . . . it's not a good time. Bruce is here, so is Dick and Jason,” Tim's relationship with the Cajun wasn't something that Bruce and the others really approved of, thought at the same time they really didn't do anything to stop it either – as long as they didn't see it.

 

Remy's chuckle warmed Tim' skin, “What's da fun of chasing you if dere isn't some level of danger no?”

 

“Always living on the edge aren't you Remy?”

 

Remy's smile turned slightly predatory “Wine petite?” he asked offering his glass.

 

Tim took the glass and drank a little of it, his eyes never leaving the thief in front of him and gave a little shake of his head.

 

Remy lifted the glass from his lover's hand and took a firm hold of Tim's chin lifting it up to see Tim's face better. He gently brushed his thumb over the young man's lower lip, followed by his lips. Soft and gentle, not demanding anything, just wanting to touch, to feel, to enjoy an intimacy few could lay claim to.

 

The kisses continued down his jawlines, over his eyelids, across his brow and then one final one one to his lips again. “My petite,” Remy breathed as he pulled Tim flush against him and wrapped his arms around him protectively. Tim just melted under the gently touches. Allowing Remy in where he usually held others at arm length.

 

Remy pulled Tim away from the crowds and backed him up against a wall. He continued with the soft kisses to Tim's temple, traveling down to the shell of his ear, and sucked softly behind Tim's ear.

 

“You are going to get me in so much trouble,” Tim moaned softly.

 

“Mais oui, dere are those dat say it's my best quality.” Remy breathed. His fingers quickly untying Tim's bow tie and started on the buttons of Tim's shirt.

 

“Remy, . . . if Bruce sees us . . .” Tim began but ended in a gasp as Remy pushed his leg between Tim's and pressed up.

 

“Hmm, Ah t'ink you need ta concentrate more on me petite,” Remy whispered as he claimed a more heated kiss, leaning into Tim more, trapping him between Remy and the wall. Tim whimpered as he clutched at Remy's jacket. Tim slightly sucked on Remy's tongue, the taste of strong coffee and tobacco almost overwhelming for him.

 

Slowly, reluctantly the kiss ended, a finger rested over Tim's pulse point to feel it racing while Remy's other hand rested on Tim's hip, his fingers digging into Tim's hip hard enough to bruise. Remy pulled back to see Tim's swollen lips, a blush covering his face and down his neck and his eyes half closed. “Dat look is good on you petite,” he crooned.

 

For a moment Tim leaned against Remy's chest, moving he arms around the thief's waist, content to listen his heartbeat. “This was fun, but I really have to get back before the others realize I'm gone.” Tim said as he tried to disengaged himself from Remy's arms.

 

“But Remy caught you petite, so Remy gets to keep you n'est pas?” the thief argued tightening his hold a bit.

 

“Oh Remy,” Tim murmured angling his head up for a kiss, only to freeze, his eyes going wide. “Bruce,” he whispered.

 

Remy felt the hair on the back of his neck prickle and he whirled around to confront the billionaire, only to see no one there. He turned back to Tim only to see his lover give him a smirk before fading into the crowd.

 

“Here and gone again huh petite?” Remy asked, a smile spreading across his face. “The chase begins again?”