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works/737183.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Young_Justice_(Cartoon)
  Relationship:
      Bart_Allen/Khaji_Da
  Character:
      Bart_Allen, Khaji_Da
  Additional Tags:
      Guro, Artificial_Intelligence
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-03-27 Words: 1460
****** All The Noise and Hot Crossed Fangs ******
by dogtier
Summary
     The inhibitor collar slowed Bart Allen's healing but didn't stop it
     completely.
Notes
     Written for Bloody_Valentine's Two-Of-A-Kind challenge for the prompt
     "Scarification - Xeno (Mechanical)".
The inhibitor collar slowed Bart Allen's healing but didn't stop it completely.
Blood stopped flowing from the cuts in a matter of minutes, scabs forming and
falling off in another few, leaving long, angry red scars crisscrossing his
body in elegant patterns. As soon as the collar was gone they would disappear
without a trace.
"Please," Bart Allen begged, face wet with tears and snot. "Again, again."
"Stay silent," Khaji Da ordered. "We are the one in command here."
"Yes," Bart Alen agreed. "Sorry, I'll be good."
Khaji Da considered a moment, testing to see how long Bart Allen could obey the
command to behave before giving into squirming and whining once more. Two
minutes and forty-three seconds ticked by.
"Please!"
"We should not reward your behavior," Khaji Da said. "But we are also gaining
satisfaction from this experience. It would appear that we are at an impasse."
Bart Allen was panting. Even with the collar his heart rate, breathing, and
other autonomic functions were elevated far beyond the levels a normal human
could survive. When Khaji Da lowered the plasma blade to skin Bart Allen
screamed. He yanked on the shackles binding him to the bed, the shackles he had
insisted on. The human claimed they "set the scene." Khaji Da did not
understand but it was still rather new to this "play acting."
"Control yourself, meat," Khaji Da said.
The fresh blood trickled down Bart Allen's sides, dripping from his pale skin
onto the dirty sheets and soaking through to the tarp spread underneath. Khaji
Da ran a rough thumb over the cut positioned just above Bart Allen's protruding
hip bone. It broke the scabbing and made the blood flow once more. Khaji Da dug
in and Bart Allen whined, voice high enough to indicate he was trying to say
something at superspeed but being thwarted by the collar. Beg, perhaps?
"Slow," Khaji Da said. "Do not give into hysterics."
"Pleeeeeease," came Bart Allen's plea, gradually sliding down into a coherent
pitch and rate. "You said- you said you were going to write your name on me."
"We are considering it," Khaji Da said.
"Don't just consider!" Bart Allen panted. "I want you to do it."
"Would it bring you satisfaction?" Khaji Da asked. "To be marked as our
property?"
"Yes," Bart Allen answered. Khaji Da scanned Bart Allen's vitals. There were no
signs of deception.
"Very well," Khaji Da said. It surveyed the planes of Bart Allen's chest and
stomach. Khaji Da had been careful to leave a spot above Bart Allen's navel for
this purpose. Khaji Da held Bart Allen's chest still with one hand while
carefully beginning its signature with the plasma cutter. Bart Allen's screams
grew increasingly hoarse until he could barely make noise any longer as Khaji
Da finished the last sigil.
"Are you," Bart Allen whimpered, lifting his head to stare down at his ruined
body. "Are you done?"
"Yes," Khaji Da answered. "You are marked."
"Oh," Bart Allen said softly. He yanked on the bonds absently, as if he had
forgotten they were there.
"Would you like to be released?"
Bart Allen nodded weakly and Khaji Da undid the lock on the arm restraint,
allowing the human to lower his arms and feel along the scars on his own
stomach.
"Khaji Da," Bart Allen said, fingers tracing the bloody symbols. "It hurts so
much when I touch it."
"Then cease touching it," Khaji Da said.
"No, I like it," Bart Allen said.
"We do not understand your desire for pain," Khaji Da said.
"Well, I guess that's because you're a machine."
"Perhaps."
"How badly is Jaime freaking out right now?" Bart Allen asked.
"Jaime Reyes is not conscious at the moment," Khaji Da said. "Would you like to
speak with him?"
"No, no, that would be- that would not be crash at all," Bart Allen answered.
"Then what activity would you like to engage in next?"
"Would you fuck me?"
"We are not sure we are capable of-"
"I'll get you ready," Bart Allen said. "You can still feel, right? Feel what I
do to Jaime's body?"
"That is correct," Khaji Da answered.
"Then just drop the armor below the waist and lay back."
Khaji Da obeyed and Bart Allen crawled over, running his hands up Jaime Reyes's
thighs. As he moved he broke some of the scabs on his body, causing blood to
flow once more. Bart Allen wrapped his lips around the penis that belonged to
Jaime Reyes. Khaji Da felt the blood in Jaime Reyes's body gathering in his
groin, making his penis grow stiff. It was pleasurable experience in a way
Khaji Da was not equipped to quantify.
"There," Bart Allen said, pulling back and stroking Jaime Reyes's cock with his
hand. "See? All ready to fuck me."
Bart Allen laid back on the bed once more, pulling Khaji Da to him. Khaji Da
wondered if he should be using some sort of lubrication but Bart Allen was
wrapping his legs around Khaji Da's hips and tapping his heels impatiently on
Khaji Da's back so Khaji Da figured it was acceptable to begin penetration
"Ah!" Bart Allen cried out. "Ah! Oh good, that's so good."
Khaji Da withdrew and reentered experimentally. Doing so made Bart Allen's legs
clench around Jaime Reyes's body. It was an appealing sensation.
"Oh, oh, I know! Cut me again," Bart Allen begged. Khaji Da did not hesitate,
sharpening one arm into a sword. Khaji Da sank his blade into Bart Allen's
side. He removed it quickly, he did not want to inflict Bart Allen with lasting
damage. Bart Allen screamed. Bart Allen in pain was aesthetically pleasing in a
way Khaji Da was not equipped to quantify. There was a lot Khaji Da was not
equipped to quantify as of late.
"Please," Bart Allen squealed, clinging to Khaji Da. "Please please please!"
Khaji Da thrust Jaime Reyes's cock into Bart Allen more rapidly. He knew that
in this form he was not capable of going at the speed Bart Allen most likely
truly desired. Perhaps if he integrated his tech with Jaime Reyes's body more
fully?
"We should," Bart Allen panted, "We should do this with the collar off. You
could cut me even deeper then.
Khaji Da felt Jaime Reyes's body growing heated. It took a moment for him to
process it as Jaime Reyes approaching orgasm.
"Take it off, take it off," Bart Allen chanted. "Take the collar off please,
hurt me."
Khaji Da removed the collar. Bart Allen's body convulsed as he regained his
powers and began to instantly heal all the marks littering his skin. The
feeling of him around and under Khaji Da was too much. Khaji Da dug his
sharpened armored fingertips into Bart Allen's sides as Jaime Reyes's body
achieved orgasm. Bart Allen was screaming as Khaji Da raked his fingers down
Bart Allen's chest. Bart Allen was also achieving orgasm.
And then Bart Allen was trying to twist away and crying.
"Did I preform incorrectly?" Khaji Da inquired. He withdrew carefully. Jaime
Reyes would be upset if Khaji Da had permanently damaged Bart Allen in some
way.
"No," Bart Allen said, wiping snot from his face. "No that was amazing. It was
just too much. There at the end."
Khaji Da watched Bart Allen's hiccuping sobs grow worse.
"Would you like Jaime Reyes now?" Khaji Da asked.
"No," Bart Allen said. "Pretty sure this much blood on the sheets would make
him blow something up."
"Explosions are therapeutic."
"I'm sure they are."
Khaji Da's processors must have been malfunctioning as he found himself unable
to process a way to head forwards.
"Bart Allen-" Khaji Da began.
"Shh," Bart Allen said. "Just give me a minute. I'm tired."
Khaji Da sat back and watched Bart Allen as he slowly pulled himself together.
His sobs ceased, his body relaxed, the scars were gone for good. It was almost
a disappointment.
"Geez," Bart Allen said when he at last sat up. "I'm glad we did this in the
safe house. These sheets are never coming clean. Joan would kill me if I did
this to her stuff."
"Are you preparing to leave?" Khaji Da asked.
"Yes," Bart Allen answered.
"Should we follow you?"
"No, you made a mess, you get to clean. I'm going home to sleep. After a
shower, yeech."
"You are the one that requested the mess-"
But Bart Allen had already left.
Khaji Da stripped the mattress. He incinerated the sheets and tarp, both
covered with congealing blood. It was important to destroy evidence. He flew
back to the Reyes residence and entered through Jaime Reyes's window. He placed
the body in bed and closed its eyes. Jaime Reyes must not suspect a thing.
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