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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Young_Justice_(Cartoon)
  Relationship:
      Wally_West/Diana_(Wonder_Woman), Wally_West/Justice_League, Barry_Allen/
      Wally_West
  Character:
      Wally_West, Barry_Allen, Bruce_Wayne, Klarion_(DCU), Teekl_(DCU), John
      Stewart, Diana_(Wonder_Woman)
  Additional Tags:
      Abandoned_Work_-_Unfinished_and_Discontinued, Underage_Sex, Mutual_Non-
      Con, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Het_and_Slash, Underage_Rape/Non-con, Incest,
      Blood
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-01 Words: 4490
****** Wally West and the Justice League ******
by mysteryfail
Summary
     An incomplete work I wrote over 2011/2012, where Klarion spells the
     Justice League to sleep with Wally as revenge during Season One.
     (Note the tags. Barry/Wally is the only fully consensual pairing.)
Notes
     This is a permanently incomplete work I wrote over 2011/2012, set
     after S1ep9 of Young Justice with Dr. Fate.
     Contains both mutual non-con (referenced, non-explicit) and non-con
     where Wally is happily consenting without realizing that his partner
     has been mind whammied (explicit). Wally is fifteen during this fic.
See the end of the work for more notes
Klarion was bored. As he was a fresh-faced immortal lord of chaos, wandering
over the Earthly plane with few to stop him from doing what he wanted, this was
pants-wettingly bad news for lesser mortals.
He paused in his travels somewhere in the Arctic Zone, crossing his legs a few
feet above the bleak permafrost, and absentmindedly stroked his kitty familiar
Teekl. His thoughts had been going around and around, but always returning to
one annoying topic: Baby Flash.
The little brat had utterly destroyed the plot Klarion had concocted when he
wore the Helmet that channeled one of his greatest enemies, Nabu, just when the
previous anchor for the Lord of Order had died. He could have destroyed Nabu
utterly if he had simply had another few minutes! But no; one of those pesky
overpowered bastards with terrible dress sense had...
if it wasn’t for those meddling kids, you’d have gotten away with it? Teekl
asked through their mental connection as she purred under his fingers.
“Yes! Yes, exactly!” Klarion said as he scratched under her chin; she wiggled
with a mixture of delight at the touch and amusement at what he’d just told
her.
“...What?” Teekl purred to herself, unwilling to share whatever humor she had
found, and snuggled deeper into his stomach. “Oh, c’mon, you can’t leave me
like that! What? What?”
No response. Klarion still wanted to know what his familiar had found so funny,
but after the many years they had spent together he understood when she was
willing to share her secrets, and when she would simply refuse to say anything
even if he pestered her for days on end.
And meanwhile, that sod would still be running around freely, just as if he
hadn’t ruined the plans of a Lord of Chaos. Surrounded by the other obnoxious
zygotes and foetuses that were his friends, as well as that giant buffoon he
ran after.
He suddenly cackled and dropped Teekl in delight. “I know juuuust the spell!”
She grumbled before sighing and daintily licking a paw. Klarion had all but
forgotten his familiar as he conjured some bright red fire and pulled out some
paraphernalia from a coat pocket. “One for suffering”, he spoke in a sing-songy
voice while throwing powders into the flames, “two for lust, three for...”
The spell continued for a few moments, until he impatiently blew out the fire
with a wave of his hand, leaving behind nothing but a small, monstrous looking
pebble. It was a horrid mix of pinks, reds and greens, and seemed to be
vibrating on the ice.
Another quickly muttered spell and the pebble vanished with a poof of black
smoke. Klarion dashed over to Teekl, again ignoring her wail of protest, and
happily twirled her around with him as he danced a sort of waltz.
“That stupid brat’s in trouble nowww, Teekl! I just spelled him so that
everyone he knows that he admires and respects and-” he paused his whirling for
a second to make a disgusted sound “-loves will want to fuck him! This is going
to be so much fun!”
Teekl had finally grown tired of her needs being ignored, and showed this by
yowling and trying to scratch his face.
                                      ***
A few thousand miles away, Wally was waiting inside his team’s headquarters’
kitchen at Mount Justice. And while he was waiting, he had taken the
opportunity to scoff a dozen of M’Gann’s slightly burnt cupcakes and five of
her roast chicken drumsticks, and would have gone to the fridge to look for
more things to eat if he hadn’t heard the echoes of the boom tube and the
monotone feminine voice announcing “The Flash, B04.”
So instead, he quickly licked his fingers and went to where he was supposed to
have been.
Wally was greeted with the usual warm smile by his uncle. “Hey, Kid, by my
count that was .5 seconds slower than the last time you had to dash from the
kitchen to here! Time to shape up.”
“What if I was washing the dishes?”
A raised eyebrow.
“No, really, I was...thinking about doing them eventually?”
“Remind me to mention it to your Aunt Iris when she needs something to laugh
at. You have everything, right?”
Wally patted his forearm. “Energy bars are in the secret compartment, all
superpowers, bones, muscles, nerves, and cells are present and accounted for,
what are we waiting for?”
“The meaning of life, the universe and everything. I thought I’d hang around
here for a few million years, something’s bound to show up.”
Wally pretended to sulk.
“Nah, why bother sitting around when there’s so many other things to do,
Watchtowers to see?” The Flash set the boom tube co-ordinates for their next
destination, and stepped aside as the bright circles powered themselves into
existence once more. “You first, Kid.”
As Wally stepped through the transportalizer, he minutely tensed his shoulders.
He’d heard so little about this place, even after its existence was revealed by
Spe- Red Arrow on the day they ended up rescuing Superboy. His Uncle had said
almost nothing, simply stating that it was against the rules to talk about it
and changing the subject.
Even after Kid Flash had been specifically invited there by Batman, the Flash
had offered insights along the lines of “It’s a huge satellite in space, and
monitor duty is really boring”. Mentioning it to Robin had been almost as
useless; he still wasn’t quite sure if Dick had ever been up there himself or
had just hacked the security cameras from the Batcave, and his descriptions
varied every time the topic came up anyway.
The other side of the boom tube opened onto a wide, smooth space filled with
grey stone and huge windows. At that time, the Sun was hitting the satellite at
a sharp angle, adding its rays to the artificial light and causing some
important looking control panels and computer banks to glitter.
The (kinda hot, in a sexy librarian way) artificial voice finally got around to
announcing “B15, Kid Flash”, so he stepped aside to let his Uncle come through.
Next to him, a few dozen gray-uniformed workers were being sent back to Earth;
they queued up in a fairly orderly line to go through another boom tube, with
quiet chattering and a few giggles here and there.
The sexy voice announced the Flash, so Wally turned around. “Hey, you said that
this wasn’t dangerous?”
“It isn’t, Batman just worries too much. I wouldn’t be surprised if we went up
there to find he’d made a Kevlar suit for it and was calling it Robin.”
“I think the actual Robin would be pretty whelmed by this turn of events.”
The Flash raised an eyebrow behind his cowl. “What? It’s an actual word, Robin
showed me in a dictionary! It means to be taken over by a feeling.”
“So, when you used cise instead of precise the other day- that was using a real
word too?”
“Okay, I admit it, his abuse of prefixes and suffixes and...whatever other
fixes there are is catching.”
“Weekly Latin classes and all he uses them for are dismantling words,” said a
deep voiced figure next to them.
(Talking, walking, info dump.)
The door opened onto a huge, windowless room with painted white walls, and
fluorescent lights that almost hurt his eyes. In the center were two
treadmills, positioned parallel to each other. Instead of the usual controls at
the front, the machines were connected to each other by what looked like a
steel-plated donut, part of which curved and rested a few feet below the
treadmills’ base, fitting into a nook in the floor. Against the left wall there
was a clutch of flat, wide touch screen control panels that might have been
from one of the later Star Treks, only nothing was bleeping or flashing. On the
right, there were (something).
Wally was itching to go inspect every bit of it, take it apart and see how it
worked for himself, catalogue the components and try to rebuild it. Maybe
Batman would let him afterwards, if he offered to...clean the Batcave of guano
for a year? Be a decoy target for Catwoman? That would be good, could be
getting somewhere, she had a very nice p-
Batman cleared his throat.
“Like a time-traveling Stargate!”
“Neeerrd,” his uncle said, almost under his breath.
(There's an accident with the treadmills.)
“I don’t think it’s supposed to make that noise?”
(Later.)
“Will Uncle Barry be ok?”
“He’ll be fine, I promise; you need to go with Diana now.”
The floor started to rumble as sparks flew.
(Sometime later.)
Diana paused for a second, blinking her eyes against the glare of the sun, and
then looking confused about something.
Wally was slowly being pushed against the wall. He wavered, a small part of his
brain muttering about how this was ridiculous and a trap and obviously a dream,
while the rest of his mind was shouting things-
‘ohmygodhowwhyyesssssssssswhocaresifthisisjust’- at a rate only he and the
other Flashes could have understood.
More importantly, one of Diana’s hands was stroking his chest and the other was
removing his cowl, and ohshit she was leaning down for a kiss.
It was...wow, he could swear that sparks literally flew. Her lips were chipped
and dry, sticking to his a little until she nudged his with her tongue, and
then they were frenching and oh man this was way better than kissing those two
girls at school had ever been. She stopped and shifted his kiss her neck now,
of course always where was her hand going yes yes more
Diana had found the thin gap that divided Wally’s pants from his top, and slid
her hand down. As soon as she shifted his cup to touch him, he came, shaking
and all but vibrating as he gasped into the hollow of her collarbone.
They stayed in that position for a moment, Wally clinging onto Diana’s torso in
a state of happy near shock. Diana shifted him off her, leaving him to lean
against the cold wall, while she quickly removed her boots and pants. Like him,
she went commando; her sparse, soft looking hair barely covered her pubic
mound, and her inner labia jutted out far more than he was used to seeing in
porn. It was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen, and he almost
automatically moved a hand towards it.
Diana took hold of his outstretched arm, and used it to swiftly lever him to
his back on the floor. She then knelt by him, sliding his slightly battered
pants down his hips, past his already hardening length, as Wally used
superspeed to remove his top and goggles and throw them to the side by the time
his hips were bare and Diana- Wonder Woman- was half crouching, half kneeling
over his thighs.
She stroked him a little until he was erect, and then shifted her body forward
to slide her vagina over the head of his cock. He could already feel every
small movement her muscles made as she shifted her legs into a better position,
her vagina adding its own slickness to the pre-come on his tip.
Then she braced her arms, one on each side of his body, and fully lowered
herself onto him.
The sensation was...wow, one of the best things he’d ever felt. She began to
move her hips, riding him, and Wally tried to control the near instant wave of
pleasure but failed and came again, twitching and vibrating with his eyes
closed tight in shame.
Diana continued to try to ride him, but the embarrassment had temporarily
ruined even his metahuman refractory time, so after a couple of minutes she let
his softening cock slide out of her and moved off him.
He suddenly noticed that his pants were still tangled around his booted ankles,
and what was up with that? He must look like the biggest dork. So he swiftly
removed the last bits of his uniform, shoving them aside and returning his
attention to the woman in front of him. She was sitting on the floor, her hair
a mass of tangles and her legs wide open, with feet flat on the floor, knees
pointing upwards and slightly reddened parts clearly visible.
“Lick.”
Wally realised, much, much later, that this was the first time she had spoken
since kissing him, and that this wasn’t how sex was normally done. But at the
time, he was barely capable of noticing anything besides the body of the woman
beside him, so he followed the insistent push of her hand on the back of his
neck and licked.
At first she tasted of something strong and tangy, something that was familiar
to his tongue and brain but he’d forgotten the name for. Then, as he licked her
clit and fingered her come soaked slit- his come-while she held onto his short
hair, clawing at his scalp when he did something that either worked for her or
wasn’t enough and all but pulling his hair out as he used his powers to go
faster, vibrate more, lick until she finally came into his mouth. The taste
mixed with his own come as he drank it up.
Once Diana’s body had stilled and her hands let go of his aching head, Wally
pulled his fingers out at slow, normal-human speed and raised his head to look
at her expression. She was gasping slightly, staring out at nothing while
brushing her tangled hair behind her ears before noticing Wally.
“That was good, that was so good! I will keep you with me from now, and we will
fuck again. Later.”
She was settling down, uncaring of her nakedness or her thighs streaked with
liquids. After resting her head on the floor and closing her eyes, she barely
moved a muscle.
Wally knelt at her side, silently looking at her sleeping face and trying to
process everything that had just happened to him. First the longed for space
visit, then the failed treadmill which hurt his Uncle and maybepossibly had
been his fault too.
And afterwards, when the shock and fear and worry had begun to settle again -he
was the Flash, the greatest superhero ever, something like this wouldn’t...-
Wonder Woman had thrown herself on him, demanding and needing and harsh, and
his eyes began to wander down her form as the memories of what they had done
caused his cock to harden yet again.
Someone nearby coughed.
Wally gasped out loud as he glanced up, saw a familiar figure with a pointy
eared cowl, and quickly moved to gather up and put on his now slightly tattered
and stained uniform.
Just as he was adjusting goggles over his cowl and preparing to go back to a
speed that most people could see, he noticed Diana’s sleeping form and dashed
past Batman, opening doors along the way until he finally found a bedroom with
sheets and blankets, stripping part of the bed and bundling it in his arms
until he returned to her side. He slowed down, facing away from Batman while
carefully covering her with the blankets, and hesitating for a few more
milliseconds than necessary before leaving the pillows by her head.
He had a very strong urge to run to the opposite end of the Watchtower, go see
if he could sneak into the infirmary. Maybe he could finally go through walls
now? And even leaving some muscles behind would be better than facing anyone
right now, never mind having to speak to his best friend’s mentor.
No, Batman didn’t have to be the world’s greatest detective to work out what
Diana and Wally had done together, and he had to face up to it. Like the Flash
would, and the images that suddenly flickered through his mind had him blushing
to the tips of his ears again. He reminded himself that Diana -
WonderWomanohmygodhowwhy- had specifically chosen him over all the other guys
she could have had, and kept that thought firmly in mind as he slowed his body
down to a normal speed.
Batman looked...kind of weird. For one thing, he had an expression on his face
that wasn’t ‘forbidding, distant god of justice’, ‘Bat-Glare (TM)’, or the rare
fatherly smile he had for Robin after being really good at something.
(Batman points to Wally's head.)
He touched the side of his head, and then looked at the smears of blood on his
fingers.
“We were...enthusiastic?”
Silence. Wally turned to look at where Batman had been a few moments before,
and was unsurprised to find him gone. Actually, there seemed to be no-one else
in the corridor as far as he could see, which was a little weird -
A translucent green construct wrapped itself around his eyes and mouth,
squeezing a little. An instant later, he felt more closing around the rest of
his body, holding his limbs together and lifting him off the floor.
Wally’s immediate response was to struggle against them, and then as his brain
caught up with his body he recognized what they were; the creation of someone
wearing a Lantern ring. He forced his muscles to relax against the tight
constraints. There must be something wrong somewhere that meant he needed to be
still and quiet.
After the number of times Hal and John had appeared in Central, often just in
time to save the Flash (and later Wally) from a gigantic unstable pile of
masonry or a trap that couldn’t be vibrated through, he knew better than to
complain about being picked up with no warning. But he might grumble later
anyway.
He was being pushed through the empty corridors at a slow speed. Well, slow to
him. Whoever was transporting him was flying behind him, and panting for some
weird reason. Maybe they were tired from helping earlier?
But it was Wally’s first trip up there, and even at super-speed he didn’t know
the satellite and all its secrets as well as someone who’d been working there
for years and years.
                                      ***
“Oh wow,” Uncle John muttered, raising a hand to cup the side of his face while
staring at him with the exact same expression he’d seen on two other faces in
the past few hours. Eyes filled with lust, mouth half open, and the whole deal.
“Have I told you how good you look, these days?”
His thumb moved over a frozen Wally’s cheekbone, sliding over the tip of his
yellow cowl and pausing near his nose.
That was enough for Wally, and he somehow managed to move his feet.
                                      ***
Every part of his body that had nerve endings, and maybe even a few that
didn’t, ached.
Maybe the spe-....advanced science worked by somehow knowing whom he had once
liked, and making them fall for him? He had had a slight crush on Wonder Woman
for years; hell, he was sure he’d even caught Artemis checking her out one time
after she had helped them out with a mission, and she was as heterosexual as he
was these days.
But the others were left-over crushes from when he had been younger, slight
guilty twitches of confused attraction as his hormones flared up and settled
down. He hadn’t been attracted to dudes for a couple of years now, and was glad
to have that all behind him.
He opened the little compartment on his sleeve where he kept energy bars,
glanced down and saw it was empty, and then closed it again.
Most Christmas holidays, Wally, his mom and sometimes his dad had watched The
Wizard of Oz together. They had never needed to buy or record a copy; it was
always shown on PBS or some other channel. They would curl up on the sofa with
cocoa and a woolly blanket and watch the whole
thing, or as much of it as possible. His Mom would hum to the songs, or
tonelessly sing along.
So he knew the story well. Right now, part of it was running through his head
like a .gif file, the scene where the beautiful Witch of the West tells Dorothy
that she had the power to get home all along whirling around on a jerky repeat
...The thing that made others monsters was with him all along! Make a musical
out of that.
Wally had almost asked Klarion “Why?”, but then realised it would be as
pointless as directly asking a cell to explain to him why it mutated.
He was smarter than that, usually...if the last few hours of being messed
around with was ignored, because wow it should have been so freaking obvious
back when Wonder Woman was hitting on him that hey, maybe she wasn’t in her
right mind? Or had been replaced by an evil shape-shifting alien, or something.
But no, he had to be the hormonal idiot who believed that a goddess was hitting
on him. And if she hadn’t had sex with him because she had wanted to, and had
been forced into it kinda sorta how he hadn’t really wanted to with the others,
then.... what did that make him?
Wally gave up.
The door had half a dozen locks on the inside which he quickly used, before
slowly sinking to the floor.
(Barry phases through the wall, and he and Wally are talking.)
“Then it would have been your team. And if you were at school, it would have
been your teachers and friends.”
“But I could have outrun them! I could have...”
All of them except one, and that question still burned in his brain. He loved
and respected his uncle more than anyone except his parents, and had for years
and years. Then why hadn’t the spell worked on him as well?
“I...don’t know, Kid.”
“Shit, I said that out loud?”
“Language.”
Wally wanted to protest, to point out the many, many reasons why he could
swear, but the hunger and exhaustion were getting to him. So instead he
remained where he was, and felt himself sliding down the door again.
Then he remembered that he was the one potentially trapped here, if something
else happened- he still couldn’t go through solid walls without either breaking
something or getting stuck part of the way through.
(Once the spell's effects have been counteracted.)
“I really don’t think any of you have the moral high ground right now.” He
scooped up Wally and settled him in his arms, bridal style, while looking at
the others as if to dare them to say something more. None could look him in the
face for long. “If that’s all, I’m going to take my partner to the infirmary.”
Later, the doctor found them asleep on the same bed with Flash outside the
coverings and Kid Flash inside, their heads curved towards each other but not
quite touching, as the machinery around them quietly beeped and pulsed.
It was cheesy as hell, but they were Flashes. They specialized in it. Mmm,
toasted cheese... Anyway, he could finally relax near his uncle without
stressing about ‘Spell’ 2: Electric Boogaloo starting, and this time somehow
working on him.
It was everyone else that was still a problem, but Wally was slowly working on
that with Martian Manhunter. After forcing himself to stay in J’onn’s company
while the other man very, very gently poked around in his thoughts to fully
confirm what had happened.
Wally rolled his Unc- no, partner- over. Something felt like it was fizzing
inside his stomach, as if he’d drunk too much Coke, only it was just before
they put the brown coloring in and it was still green, turning into a ring
construct and-
No, focus. He was sitting by the man he loved better than almost anyone else.
It was just them, no-one else was - no, they were in the superhero world, that
would always be a lie. There would always be a risk of something; he knew that
was part of the job since before he had made himself a speedster. It was
possible that in the next moment, Golden Glider or the Trickster or any one of
several Rogues could crash into the side of their place and wreak havoc. Or it
might happen on the other side of Central, or Flash could be called for an
emergency JL meeting, or...there were so many possible equations to throw into
the mix of uncertainty that was his world, and if he gave himself a few more
moments Wally was sure he could think of or remember several previously
unconsidered ones.
He reminded himself again to focus. His partner looked like he was dozing off,
but Wally knew better; he’d been surprised one too many times before by the
Flash looking exactly like that one second, and then half a second later he’d
pulled some stupid prank. So Wally nudged his arm to keep up the pretence, and
said
“What if the Rogues are building a base...on the moon?”
Barry simply opened his eyes to look at him.
“Ok, yeah, they don’t have the funds for that. But what if...”
(Scene change.)
“Not Kid. I don’t...I can’t say why, right now, but I’m not Kid Flash anymore.”
These days he was thinking of going into one of the fields involved in being a
police scientist. Or something like that, that involved using his gifts to do
something good; something enjoyable, but without the same level of risk. Maybe
he was being realistic, or maybe he was still scared. It was hard to tell, even
with J’onn’s help. He didn’t like being so uncertain of himself these days. But
at least he could acknowledge that, he supposed? That was what a lot of people
(who presumably weren’t mind controlled as part of a never-ending trick against
him. Or maybe he was in a dream bubble - no no no, that was illogical and
unscientific and would go nowhere).
Wally’s first few meetings with his team had been nowhere near as awkward as he
feared, which sadly still made them pretty bad. Of course, what he was now
scared of was as irrational as the act itself.
If Wally was going to go back to costumed fighting, he would have a new
costume, one he was designing himself. Because if Barry and he were maybe to be
like...like that, in the far future when he was older and feeling better, he
didn’t want to still be marked as the junior partner by his name, barely more
than a sidekick still in the eyes of the world. If Jay and Barry could both be
Flashes at the same time, maybe he could be the third one, and with a ...but
no, that was a heavy responsibility that went with the name.
No.
Maybe?
He would ask Jay later.
End Notes
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