Prompt Post - Part Five [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]

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Broken 2b/?

[anonymous]

As much as Robin wanted to scream, and punch, and kick, because he brain was finally beginning to process the fact that Slade had somehow brainwashed his best friend into becoming a sex slave, and watching his friend shrink away from him in fear just made him run a litany of painful torture techniques he could use on Slade, concern for Wally overrode the bubbling hatred and rising need for violence. He couldn’t let Wally be afraid of him.

“Wally,” Robin slowly approached the red-head, kneeling down in front of him. “Wally, please,” he rested his hand on his friend’s arm, only to have Wally violently flinch. Robin yanked his hand back. “I’m not mad anymore, see? Wally, look,” Robin tried to force a smile, and he slowly reached his hand forward again, resting his palm against ginger hair. “I could never be mad at you. You didn’t do anything wrong.” He slowly began to thread his fingers through his friend’s hair, as Wally’s trembling began to subside.

“Ssshhhh,” Robin cooed, bringing his other hand forward to trace gentle patterns on Kid Flash’s cheek with his thumb, smoothing away tear tracts. The speedster slowly raised his head, green eyes meeting electric blue ones.

“Please-” Robin’s voice cracked as he held Wally’s face, running his hands through his hair, trying to calm his friend in any way he could. This was so broken. Wally was so broken.

“Y-y-y,” Wally could barely get the words out. “Y-y-you’re not m-mad?”

“Never,” Robin whispered, leaning forward to place his forehead against Wally’s. The speedster, however, misinterpreted the action and raised his head more to meet Robin in a searing kiss. Dick started, and tightened his hold on Wally’s hair, but afraid to scare the boy away again, didn’t pull back.

Robin’s stomach clenched and unclenched in an unfamiliar fluttering sensation as Wally ran his tongue past his lips and began stroking Dick’s own, in a much softer, more affectionate caress than the frantic one shared before he passed out. His eyes flew open (god, when did they even close) as a foreign organ passed into his mouth, coaxing his own tongue into action.

Wally made a soft sound of contentment that Robin refused to admit made his stomach clench even harder, as Robin tentatively kissed back.

He was so intent on this strange sensation that he didn’t even notice when Wally began to move, subtly adjusting so that his hands were free to run over Dick’s shoulders, down to his chest. Robin suddenly pulled back, in an abrupt reminder of just what was going on when he felt Kid Flash’s hand brush against an exposed nipple, making an area between his legs that he refused to acknowledge twitch.

“Thanks for the s-second chance,” Wally breathed out between the nips and licks he had immediately started to pepper Robin’s shoulders and neck with, after the bird had ended their little make-out session.

But it was Wally’s next words that made Robin’s whole body stiffen and brain freeze in horror.

“This time I’ll make you c-come before you go to sleep, and you can do it inside me,” kiss, lick, “so it can feel r-really good.”