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Night Fall	By : sirensoundwave Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Young Justice Views: 2652 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: If I owned Young Justice and DC comics didn't, this would be it's own Elseworlds-esque comic storyline. But I don't, they do, so it ain't...and I won't make a penny offa this...TT_TT

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Allo! There are two versions of this chapter. The ‘clean’ one on FFnet and the not so clean one one AFFnet. We start to see the effects the boys are having on those around them. The italics and bold will become clear the further you read, I promise.
Small Note: I have a habit of using song lyrics in my works BUT the title DID NOT come from Beyonce’s Sweet Dream. This was only brought to my attention when a co worker read the first paragraphs over my shoulder and casually mentioned that she thought “I didn’t listen to the music of your own people”, ie rap and R&B. Nosy bitch. Well I don’t, which explains why I didn’t know. It’s a phrase that has existed before she recorded it and is a lyric or title in at least 4 other songs or poems in several variations. Don’t believe me? Google it.
Onward
**A Sweet Dream, or a Beautiful Nightmare?**
For Barry, the beginning of the end was an ice cream cone.
Yes, a vanilla ice cream was the cause of so many feelings of self loathing and disgust.
More accurately, his nephew eating one then attempting to prevent said treat from dripping down his hand without the aid of a napkin made him feel like a complete and utter pedobear.
He’d been on the computer entering boring data one evening when his stomach loudly protested it’s hunger. He’d allowed himself to work through dinner mainly because Iris wouldn’t be home until late. He would have cooked if she weren’t so insistent that he didn’t. He’d caused one fire already by being too distracted to watch the stovetop. So, at 9 o’clock he decided to order in. Tearing himself away from the mountain of unlogged data, he walked into the kitchen. Making a beeline for the one drawer that contained every delivery menu in the city, he failed to notice he wasn’t alone.
“Hey uncle B.” Wally chirped, startling the shit out of the blonde. The younger speedster blinked owlishly as his uncle looked to be recovering from a heart attack. He paused in licking his treat and looked away sheepishly. “Sorry, I forgot.”
Barry’d forgotten that Wally was even there. The normally loud and borderline ADHD boy had become so...quiet. That’s not right. Since the incident that caused right side of his upper body to look like a gang had tagged it, the redhead had become a lot calmer than the Allen household was used to. Still not accurate. The couple often didn’t notice he was in the house till he was in their face. There we go. Before, the sound of him moving around or talking far too loudly on the phone made it impossible to miss him. So, he’d taken to announcing when he was coming and going. Nothing new, the only actual change was he’d actively look for either adult so they saw him instead of just hollering through the house.
Kid Flash constantly got flack for his lack of stealth in the field placing him in the same category as Superboy when it came to subtly on missions. So what gives? When Wally walked, the usual tell tale footfalls didn’t carry as much, as if he were walking in socks and tiptoeing all the time. Iris found herself watching him, trying to figure out how his sneakers made no sound; the boy wasn’t a light stepper and as far as she could tell, his walk was the same. She knew of the situation with Roy; ever the vigilant guardian, she grew concerned by the sudden change in her nephew’s features and behavior. Iris cornered her husband and demanded to know the truth (“League business my ass! This is my family!”) and he folded like a cheap suit.
Naturally she went ballistic. The same snarky but still likeable teen, now a grown man, who often spent the night, complemented her cooking and was just as protective of Wally and Robin as their mentors...had violated them. Having his way with both boys and drinking their blood more than once. It took a lot of pleading (and assurance from Wally himself that it was not only consensual but pleasurable as well as; to her utter horror) to keep her from taking the battle axe hanging in the computer room for decoration and going Abe Lincoln on Roy. That conversation had been the epitome of awkward.
“It’s okay kiddo. You eat anything yet?”
“Besides 5 of these? No.”
“(Sigh) Want something from Giovanni’s?” The forensic scientist smiled.
“Sure. Get one with olives sausage and extra cheese, one with just pepperoni and a couple of bread sticks too.”
Barry shook his head as he dialed the number. Same appetite despite his odd new characteristics. He ended up getting teased by Marco again for throwing a wild party while his wife was working late. 4 pizzas, two orders of breadsticks, 3 2 Liter sodas and 2 tiramisus wasn’t an odd order for them; the man on the other end of the phone simply thought he entertained guests frequently. Hell, it was Friday night too. Business as usual.
However, it was not business as usual once he hung up and turned to face the young man leaning against the counter. Wally was still eating the same cone. Not the odd part. One thing they’d both learned was bad to eat in a rush was any food item served cold. Mega brain freeze resulted.
He suddenly became very aware of the redhead’s parted lips as his pink tongue dart out, swirling around the half eaten scoop on top of the cone. How they were covered in the same sticky white cream that was dribbling down the side and onto his hand. Wally happily hummed some tune from the radio, staring out into space as he enjoyed it. Oblivious to the effect the innocent action was having on the other man.
You have got to be fucking me...
Barrry swallowed, his mouth suddenly very dry. Unconsciously, he ran his tongue along his own lips, mirroring the child doing the same to clean them before continuing. Soon, the ice cream on top was gone but the sight only got more erotic from there.
Wally ate away the sides of the waffle cone so he could dip his tongue further down and slurp the melted ice cream out of it. Using one finger, the remaining portion of the cone disappeared into mouth. He managed to push it in far enough for the tip of his finger to go in as well.
Barry’s brain died right then and there. Watching his lips wrap around the digit as he slowly pulled it back out.
"Nngh..."
"Uncle B?"
“I uh -" Oh shit! He heard me!
"Did watching me turn you on?"
Once again all he could do was stutter.
“Poor baby...” His nephew pouted before giving a coquettish giggle.
Wha?
Barry had never heard such lust in Wally’s voice before. It was unreal.
Before he could process that any further, Wally was right in front of him; a hand pressing against his abs. A hand slowly sliding upward until it ghosted over his chest.
“Sss...”
“Ooo, something we have in common. I’m sensitive there too.” The husky tone, coupled with the searing kiss that followed went straight to the blonde’s groin. Despite all protests from his brain that this was wrong on so many levels. I’m straight... He’s sixteen... I’m married! To his god damn AUNT! Push him away for Christ’s sake! Once that vanilla flavored tongue slipped into his mouth though, his brain died on the spot. Desperate to taste more, Barry found himself pressing the back of the boy’s head to pull him closer.
He could feel the belt buckle being pried open, the clasp of his pants being undone with the hand not disappearing between the buttons of his shirt. Slender fingers caressing where only his wife should. Slow and teasing. The ginger traced the tip of his weeping cock, precum soaking through his boxers. One finger swirled around the wet spot then pressed a nail into the slit. Just enough pressure for him to moan into his nephew’s mouth. He broke the kiss, giggling again when he felt the organ twitch.
“You’re a terrible uncle. All hot and bothered from watching me eat ice cream. Sticking your tongue down my throat. Mmm...letting me feel your naughty cock, rock hard and ready to take me. ” The redhead sank to his knees, lifting the work shirt to expose the older man’s navel. Now kneeling, Wally trailed his tongue down from the navel, stopping at the boxer waistband. A devious smile played across his face once he was face to face with his uncle’s clothed but erect manhood. “Do you want me Uncle Bar~ry?”
Barry tried to control himself, truly he did. It really was a futile effort though. His breathing came out in short puffs of air. Sweat that had beaded on his brow while watching was now cascading down his face and soaking his shirt. All he could think about was the sensation of a hot mouth on his skin. There seemed to be a disconnect between his mind and body. Upstairs, he completely understood that this was wrong. Violating the vows he took to love and honor Iris and her alone. He was wrong in the eyes of the law as well. So far, it was child molestation even though Wally started it. By doing nothing to stop it, he’s still guilty.
Downstairs didn’t give a shit. The throbbing shaft between his legs was more than willing to engage in two more misdemeanors* if the end result was sweet release. So when those green eyes sparkling with desire looked up at him, he could only make a deep guttural growl. And when he felt their owner gently bite and kiss the hypersensitive head through the fabric, his hips bucked wildly.
“Fuck!”
“Dirty old man. You were fantasizing about this a minute ago; how badly do you wanna do exactly that to my face?” Hot fingers toyed with the waistband. Each touch sending shivers down Barry’s spine. “If you want me to suck you off, you have to admit it.”
I’d tell you I was on the Grassy Knoll** just to get you to swallow my dick right now kid...When did he get so sensual? Where did he learn that?!
“I’ve had lots of practice. I’m really good too; Roy loves it and likes watching me blow Robin almost as much. I can make our baby bird really squawk just before he goes over the edge. Want me to prove it?” The boy cooed while stroking his inner thighs.
Say no...
Say no...
Say no...
“Yeah...” Downstairs had complete control of his vocal cords. He licked his chapped lips barely able to speak.
Barry you rat bastard... Upstairs wailed in defeat.
“Yeah what? I dunno what you want till you tell me.” Elastic grazed him as his length was exposed. Standing at the ready and jerking slightly. “The tip is purple! What, can’t screw Auntie when you’re thinking such lecherous thoughts? Lil Barry’s been inside her but wants to be inside me now right? How long has it been since you got off, hmm?”
Two, three months...how long have you been so damn pale and sexy?
“Quit teasing me. Show me how good you are with that mouth of yours.” The blonde held the boy’s head still long enough to trail his dick along those soft lips, smearing them with clear fluid.
You perverted pedeophile...how sick are you?
“Yes sir.”
The last words spoken for the next twenty minutes. If he thought having the tip of his nephew’s tongue trail along the veins on the sides was heavenly, being enveloped in his hot wet mouth was cloud nine. Feeling the suction as he Wally deep throated him made him fist the child’s hair as he thrust in and out like his hips were piston driven. So much better than a blow job from Iris. Still, it was over too soon.
“Oh god!” He screamed, shooting thick ribbons of cum down the boy’s throat. He sagged against the counter, riding out the end of the best orgasm he’s had in a very long time. A moist pop caught his attention. Against his better judgement (What judgement you bastard?), he looked down. The sight caused blood to rush right back downstairs.
“Wow...there’s so much...I couldn”t swallow all of it!”
That was not vanilla ice cream dribbling off the teen’s chin, staining his shirt. Curiousity rewarded Barry with seeing his semen gushing out of Wally’s panting mouth once he’d let go of the flaccid organ. His eyes were glazed over, face flushed. The expression he gave tilting his head up? Pure lewd enjoyment.
All that from giving me a mind blowing blow job. Wonder how loud could I make him scream?
“Barry!”
“Gah!”
The Flash flailed about before falling out of the roller chair. His wife stared down at him worriedly. Still wearing her coat, messenger bag slung over she shoulder.
“I’ve been calling you since I got in. Didn’t you hear the door close?”
I’m still at the computer? The desktop display read 9:30 pm. What the-
“W-where’s Wally?”
“With...him. He has been since last night sweetheart.” Mrs. Allen could not stop the shudder as she said him. The idea of her innocent nephew being corrupted by that thing wearing Roy’s face made her sick to her stomach even though he always came home smiling. Dazed out of his mind and barely able to walk from their ‘quality time’. One memory in particular she wished to purge from her mind was of her checking on him after he missed dinner one night. Only to find him unconscious on his bed. Naked and spread eagle, the sheets under him sporting a sizable pool of semen. Deep purple bruises on his alabaster thighs and hips. A bloody bite on his throat starkly contrasting with the elaborate markings on the same side. Roy had been there, while she was cooking. Sating himself with the younger boy’s body. And neither her or Barry knew it. But what could she possibly do about it? “I think you’ve been working too hard. You were zoned out at the computer.”
“I guess.”
While his wife showered, the Fastest Man Alive’s brain was going into overdrive. He gazed at the ceiling of their bed room, his mind replaying the hallucination, dream, whatever. Only this time, upstairs was in charge; berating downstairs for being an adulterous child rapist.
It was just a dream. A hot dream but still-
A dream where you violated a boy 13 years younger than you. Who trusts you. Who is your nephew in law.
If only I had gotten the chance to “violate” him. He couldn’t wait to taste my cum.
YOU FANTASIZED ABOUT HIM BLOWING YOU! This is how it starts. Dirty thoughts then dirty actions. Rape is still rape. Forced or statutory.
“Sonnuva bitch!” He buried his face in a pillow praying for it all to go away. A conversation with the other Leagues came to him.
*ASDOABN*
Fate finally managed to tell them something useful BEFORE it caused chaos. Predictably, it was still useless as hell.
“Thralls are vixens for lack of a better term. They are able to influence others allowing them to bring whomever their master may desire to them. Their charm works on both sexes. By releasing powerful, magically enhanced pheromones, a thrall can essentially redirect a victim’s attentions to themselves, to the point of obsession. Regardless of the victim’s current state of mind, preference or...relation.” Fate paused, letting the words sink in.
“...” Flash looked mortified. He wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Everyone was looking at him and Bats. Not true, Wonder Woman was glaring at Green Arrow. She blamed him for not noticing his ward’s decent into this madness. For pushing him away and triggering the last of the seal to come undone. They all got played. This wasn’t Ollie’s fault any more than any of theirs!
“You’re implying Dick and Wally could manipulate us as well, if they chose to.” Batman stated bluntly.
“I imply nothing. I am stating that both will do whatever Harper tells them. If he desires you, or anyone out of the way, they will seduce you and they will kill you to please him.” The Sorcerer said. He sighed at the expressions on his co-workers’ faces. “They are young yet. It will be difficult for them to control this power for sometime. They may do it subconsciously, with no actual malice intended. For instance in the midst of an argument, they may wish to have their way badly enough to dose you without realizing it. Or if they should become sexually aroused, even in their sleep, the same could happen. The effects may last moments or may last days.”
The conversation was embarassing on so many levels. Not only had Dr. Fate basically told them that their proteges, their sons, were dangerous creatures that could steal energy right from the human body, but their weapon of choice would make Poison Ivy green with envy. It was no secret that the plant themed villianess favored mind controling pollens for some of her plans but manufactured in a lab didn’t hold a candle to being naturally secreted from the skin. Flash hadn’t much experience with her but he did know it only worked on men, or like minded women. Her batch always wore off in a few hours as well. And, no matter how much she used, she could never get Bats (or Wayne) to fuck her; not for lack of trying.
They were practically incubi. Fate’s assurance that they didn’t need to devour the life force of others so much as merely having the power to do so was worth jack shit.
“This ability is always on isn’t it?” John Stewart broke the silence and winced as his good friend cringed. “Like the thrall brand.”
“Yes. As I said, they will have marginally control for some time so I advise you all to be cautious until I perfect a neutralizing talisman.”
*ASDOABN*
The incident served to validate a theory he desperately wanted to disprove; that a thrall’s enchantment was far stronger than rational thought.
Too bad this was just the beginning.
*end?*
Well, that was my first sex scene ever. Poor Barry, he feels so bad about thoughts that made him feel good. This was only the first stop on the highway to hell...
*Kennedy assassination reference.
**As far as I know, the Flash lives in Missouri so that’s the statute I used. The age of consent there is 17 but it is still considered statutory rape to have any ‘carnal knowledge’ of anyone under the age of 18 if you yourself are over 18. There’s a grey area that still doesn’t apply to Barry because he is so much older than Wally as well as in a ‘position of authority’. Basically Wally might have only consented for fear of disobeying someone with reasonable power over him. So that's statutory rape and statutory sodomy his 'downstairs' is not concerned with. It’s really long and confusing. I recommend the Wikipedia version to actually reading the law as listed in the state legislature if you are curious about the laws where you live.
Till next time, Sirensoundwave out.
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