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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Young_Justice_(Cartoon)
  Relationship:
      Bart_Allen/Khaji_Da/Jaime_Reyes
  Character:
      Bart_Allen, Khaji_Da, Jaime_Reyes
  Additional Tags:
      Breathplay
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-03-22 Words: 970
****** Immersion ******
by dogtier
Summary
     All he really needs is a little bit of immersion therapy.
He'd read all the research. One of the great things about the past was that
there was a limitless amount of things to read. When he ran out of books at one
library he could just move on to the next town and when that ran out there was
the internet. So he'd read it all the papers about traumatic bonding and
Stockholm Syndrome and battered-person this and fixation that.
But he'd also read the ones about immersion therapy.
"Leave it," Bart told Jaime. "Just leave it on."
"What?" Jaime asked, obviously confused but he let Bart push him onto the bed
and climb into his lap nonetheless. Bart kissed Jaime's mask over and over
again until Jaime got with the program.
"Please," Bart whimpered as Jaime pushed him back on the messy sheets, leaving
the armor up and pulling Bart's hands over his head with black and blue fingers
on skinny wrists.
"You invited me over for this, huh?" Jaime asked. "This was your big
emergency?"
"It's good for me," Bart said. "It's like, therapy. Getting over my phobias. I
should be naked."
"You're messed up," Jaime said, dragging a sharp finger down Bart's chest and
shredding his t-shirt.
"Yes," Bart replied helplessly. He hadn't thought it would be like this. Make
him want so badly.
Khaji Da must have said something because Jaime laughed, suddenly gentle armor
clad hands warm as skin against Bart's bare chest. But unlike skin it was hard
and rough and held the promise of death behind it. Bart whimpered and Jaime bit
lightly on his collar bone. Blue tentacles snaked out from the back of the
armor, wrapping around Bart's wrists so Jaime was free to use both hands to rip
the remnants of Bart's shirt from his body.
"Whats he saying?" Bart asked. "What's Khaji saying?"
"He's calling you the prettiest meat he's ever seen," Jaime answered.
"Oh," Bart whispered. One of the tentacles wrapped around his neck and
squeezed. Bart whimpered and struggled but it was impossible, Jaime was an
unmovable object. Jaime grinned, teeth very, very white against the black of
the armor. The tentacle dug in, it was getting hard to breath.
"He's right," Jaime said, tracing Bart's wet lips with two fingers. "You are
pretty."
Bart had just enough wriggle room to bend his head forward, catching Jaime's
fingers between his teeth. Jaime chuckled and withdrew a moment before coming
back with three, stretching Bart's lips around them as they pushed into his
mouth. It made breathing even more difficult but he obediently hollowed his
cheeks and sucked as Jaime fucked his mouth. He wanted to be good for Jaime.
"Oh, really?" Jaime asked. Bart paused in confusion. "Not you, Khaji Da. He's
offering to record this for later."
Bart's eyes went wide.
"You'd like that," Jaime said. It wasn't a question but Bart nodded anyway.
Jaime smiled, softer this time, and pushed his fingers in deep once more before
removing them with a pop, a thin string of spit following along.
"Jaime," Bart began, but the tentacle tightened, breaking his words off with a
strangled cough. Khaji Da didn't want him talking.
"Be good," Jaime said, shifting backwards. The tentacles dragged Bart up onto
Jaime's lap once more. Bart's arms were freed and he eagerly wrapped them
around Jaime's shoulders. He tried to lean in for another kiss but the
restraint around his neck prevented him. Jaime's hands were on Bart's waist,
shoving down Bart's shorts. Another armored tentacle followed, trailing down
Bart's naked back. Bart wriggled his hips and got a smack on his ass
accompanied by another command to behave in return.
Things slowed to a crawl. Bart was aware of how each hair on his body stood to
attention as the alien metal traced over his skin. He was sweating and he could
feel that too, each bead slowly dripping. He was drooling. A complete mess.
Then the tentacle pushed inside him. Bart clutched Jaime's shoulders as the
tentacle swelled and pulsed. His hips wouldn't stop trying to move despite the
impossible grip Jaime had on them. The hold on his neck was closing in again,
making blackness seep into the edges of his vision as he tried to
hyperventilate and failed.
"Calm down," Jaime whispered
Jaime's thick fingers of one hand carding through Bart's sweat soaked hair and
the other hand wrapping around Bart's cock. Bart whined with the last bit of
air he had. Jaime's hand and the pressure inside him was too much, he was
losing it rapidly and could feel himself vibrating. It was almost like an out
of body experience, like it was all happening to someone else. He was getting
hysterical from suffocation. He was going to come any second.
"That's it," Jaime said. "Come on."
His orgasm was painful, too intense in his raw state. His hands scrabbled on
the armor, utterly beyond his control. The tentacle around his neck released
him and Jaime's hands caught him. Jaime laid him back on his bed and stroked
his sore throat.
"Ah, Jaime," Bart whispered, voice raw. Things were drifty. He closed his eyes
and then Jaime's hands were shaking him roughly. Bare skin, the armor was down.
"Are you alright?" Jaime asked.
"Oh hell yes, that was so crash," Bart said. He stretched and sighed. "Don't
worry, I could have vibrated free any time I wanted. Are you guys good?"
"Khaji Da says 'affirmative'," Jaime said.
"Cool, so we should totally do that again," Bart said. "For therapy purposes.
Or maybe you can like, hold me down? While I'm blowing you so-"
"Oh god," Jaime groaned. "That is totally not therapy.
"Immersion therapy," Bart explained. "It's a legitimate-"
"Uh-huh," Jaime said.
"If you agree it's therapy I'll suck you off," Bart said.
"That's cheating."
"That's not a no!"
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