Fic: Something Very Naughty

Mar 09, 2011 18:48


Title: Something Very Naughty
Fandom: Young Justice (Cartoon)
Pairing: Ollie/Roy
Rating/Warnings: Rated NC-17 for sex, BDSM themes, and the sexual exploitation of fear (in a good way!)
Word Count: 1364
Summary: Written for the yj_anon_meme  prompt:  Weapons kink. Someone has a bit too much fun with Roy's arrows



"You have been a very bad boy."

"Uhhh, Ollie?" Roy looks up from his books to see his mentor and lover standing over his quiver, inspecting one of Roy's arrows. It's a night off, or at least as close to one as they get, because Ollie is nursing a broken toe (Roy didn't ask).  Roy has taken the chance to wear as little clothing as possible, lounging in a pair of loose pajama-bottoms and little else.

He's hoping that Ollie will get the hint.

"I mean that." Ollie says, "You haven't been taking proper care of your equipment, your electroshock arrow is fucked."

"Is not." Roy says from his place on the couch. He's pretty sure that Ollie is just being an asshole for the sake of assholery. Roy checks his equipment everyday.

"It is." Ollie growls at him, "The disk is loose, this thing wouldn't shock a flash drive."

Roy glares at Ollie from over the cover of his book.  It's Sunday night, they're not working, Roy has already inspected his equipment today and Ollie is bitching about it.

"Night off, Ollie." He growls

He's been hoping that Ollie will catch on that 'night-off' actually means 'night-off-for-sex' but so far Ollie's been a bit dense.  Like usual.  Roy figures Ollie has a case that's bothering him or another attack of 'oh-god-I'm-screwing-a-teenager-itis', as happens every now and then.

Or maybe Ollie has lost interest in him and is just waiting to find the most diplomatic way to tell Roy that he's going to be picking up a new sidekick and could Roy please not leave his sex toy collection behind when he moves out?

Roy shakes himself and glares at his book again. He's being melodramatic.  Ollie's not going to dump him, in just a few days they'll be on his way to the Justice League headquarters where he'll be one step closer to being a full fledged member of the league.

"Are you being purposefully short with me?"  There it is.  The voice. The 'you've pissed me off and now you're going to enjoy paying for it' voice. The 'let's hold you down and teach you to respect me' voice.  Roy loves that voice.  It's not a voice he hears nearly as often as he would like to.

It's hard, after all, when you have to antagonize your lover into doing you right.  But Roy is good at it.

"No." he lies.

"I think so." Ollie tells him.

"Well what are you going to do about it?" Roy snaps.

Ollie stands and the motion itself is exactly what Roy's been looking for.  He's looming, dangerous, toppy.

"Oh, please, Mister Queen!" Roy taunts, "I didn't mean to be short with you!"

Ollie has an evil (sexy) look in his eyes as he slowly stands.  The arrow thuds heavily in his hands as he swings it. Its wide, heavy head smacks against his hands in a way that is both threatening and seriously arousing.

Roy adjusts himself, watching the arrow and Ollie's face and imagining that heavy bulb coming down on his ass.

"Get the fuck up here and kneel." Ollie says and Roy is there in a second vibrating like a speedster at the opportunity.

He tilts his head up for a kiss, his eyes sliding shut, but what he feels on his lips isn't Ollie's mouth. It's cold, large, tasting of metal and graphite.

"Lick." Ollie orders.

Roy licks the arrow, sliding his tongue along the blunt head of it, wetting it with his spit.  He moans a little as he does it, letting his eyes flick open to look up at Ollie's face.

Roy is good at this.

"Suck." Ollie demands, and Roy leans in to take the arrow into his mouth. It's wider than Ollie's cock, and it's a struggle to stretch his lips around it, but the feeling of the arrow filling his mouth is well word the effort.  That, and the feeling of Ollie's eyes on him. Ollie's approval.

Ollie's approval feels almost as good as deep-throating an electric projectile weapon.

"Good boy." Ollie hums, "Now where else do you think we can put this?"

Roy can feel his eyes going wide in shock and it's mostly not fake.   A little bit scary, yes, but a lot sexy. He's got his pajamas off (and thank the arrow-gods for the fact the he forgot underwear) and is on his hands and knees on the floor before Ollie can do much more than blink and pull out the lube.

"You're a little horny today." Ollie jokes as his cold fingers spread the lubricant along Roy's hole, stroking lightly at his perineum.

"A little, " Roy bitches, "Yeah. Are you going to fuck me or what?"

"Wacht your tongue, kid." Ollie warns him with a sharp slap to the ass.

"Fuck." Roy moans at the pain. Ollie's got two fingers in and stretching him already, massaging and working until Roy is a relaxed pile of muscle and arousal.

"Mmmph." The arrow presses in (so wide) and Roy can feel stars sparking behind his eyelids.  It's so hot. The reason why he started fucking Ollie when he was sixteen (and legal, thank you Batman).  Ollie is an amazing top, once you get him going.

"You like it?" Ollie asks casually, "If you would take better care of your stuff we could do this more often. I'm not sure if I want to keep fucking you with a damaged piece of equipment."

"Don't stop." Roy pants, leaning into the press of the arrow against his prostate, "Please don't stop. It's not damaged."

"Oh?" Ollie asks, speeding up, "Maybe if I fuck you hard enough, it'll set off the trigger."

Roy freezes.  The fear goes straight to his cock as he imagines just that, hitting the tip of the arrow hard enough (how hard does it have to be? He can't remember) that it activates the arrow and he gets shocked from the inside out. It wouldn't be enough to kill him, or even hurt him really. But Roy know exactly how much a shock like that would hurt.  "Please." He cries.

"Please, what?" Ollie asks casually, "Please don't electrocute you, or please fuck you harder with the thing that will electrocute you."

"Ooh fuck." Roy moans, shivering, "Please don't..."

"Stop?" Ollie asks fucking him harder, "I wouldn't do that to you."

Roy lets out a sound that's half fear and half extreme arousal, panting against the feeling of the arrow and the thought of Ollie inadvertently activating it.  It's hot, the fear, making him sweat and shake and press his head against the carpet.

"Or I could activate it by hand." Ollie suggests, his fingers moving towards the small button on the shaft of the arrow, "and zap you on purpose."

Roy shudder, pre-come dripping from the tip of his dick and he tries to breath trough it all.  The arrow is stretching him, pressing deeply into him, and oh so very dangerous.

"Please--"   He moans again.

"Shock you?" Ollie asks with a grin.

"Please--"

"Fuck you harder?"

"Fuck!" Roy curses, banging his head against the floor, "Please let me come."

"Oh." Ollie's hand slides down Roy's body as he increases the tempo of his thrusts, lightly stroking the head of Roy's cock, "Sure thing, babe. You can come."

Roy does, screaming, his mind fades to white for a moment.

By the time Roy has awareness of the room at large, Ollie has pulled the arrow out, dumped it on the floor, and is looking at Roy with that expression that means he's beating himself up.

Roy looks up from the floor, covered in sweat and his own semen.  He doesn't know how to make Ollie understand that this is what he likes, what he needs. That fear makes him come alive. That it's okay that Ollie likes it too.  He's already explained it more times than he can count.

"Fuck." Roy says instead, "I can't believe you actually threatened to electrocute me in the ass."

"Yeah, well." Ollie says with a shrug, relaxing (almost all the way) now that Roy has shown he's okay, "It wouldn't have worked anyway. That arrow is totally fucked."

fandom: dcu: yj!cartoon, character: oliver queen, smut, character: roy harper, fanfiction

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