Here it is! Okay probably no more than one particular person was waiting for this but all the same, it's here. And there will be more! Once again, this is full-on, 100%, absolute SLASH. Gay romance, with gay sex. The M rating isn't for language like is usually the case with me, so you have been warned. There's some required reading for this, Recovery by gaybaconprincess, which is a direct sequel to my last post, Kintsugi. There's more than that, included in some flashback scenes in her Suicide Squad 2 story, but those two are the real requirements. I mean you could probably read this and enjoy it anyway, but you'll be missing some of the story.

This first part (meaning, yes, there will be more) is pretty much mostly sex. If you want to read the story without the sex, wait for the next parts, there will be a lot more to the story. Enjoy!

Everything was finally falling into place for Jericho. No more pretending, no more silly civilian job, no more being away from Jason. Yes, Jason… The blonde smiled to himself, gripping Red Hood's leather jacket tighter as they sped through the backroads on his motorcycle. They were still wet from climbing out of the vat of chemicals, making Jericho feel a bit chilly, but he didn't mind much. They could get warm again soon…

He grinned, eyes glinting with anticipation. He remembered the things that Jason said to him, and most of all he remembered how the man kissed him, fiercely and passionately. It made the blonde feel like he was on fire, and he loved it. He wanted more; he'd wanted so much more for so long now, and he was finally going to get what he wanted. He loved getting what he wanted, and this was on the top of the list.

They pulled into the underground garage, parking the bike in the sectioned off area where Jason kept his vehicles, before getting in the elevator to ride all the way up to the penthouse where they lived. Jericho held onto Jason's arm, grinning wildly, and the dark-haired man had a bit of a smile on his face as well. It made Jericho tingle, shivering both from the cold and excitement.

The second they were inside, Jer pounced, actually jumping up to capture Jay's mouth with his own, already humming with pleasure. Jason's arms wrapped around his waist, holding him up. They kissed deeply, for a good long while, before Jason broke away for air. Jericho didn't waste a second, already pulling off his to-be-lover's jacket and shirt, slightly bleached from the chemicals. Before he got too far, though, larger hands wrapped around his own, stopping him. He looked up, confused.

Jason didn't speak for a moment, seeming to be caught up in some inward dilemma. "Jericho…"

"What?" the blonde asked softly, wide-eyed. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know if…" Jason trailed off with a sigh, not wanting to break the teen's heart after just barely getting him back. Jericho frowned sharply, eyes glaring as he pulled his wrists free.

"Don't you dare, Jason Todd…" he said in a low voice. "Look at me. Don't you dare kiss me like you did and tell me those things if you don't mean it."

"We can't-"

"Bullshit!" Jericho snapped, stepping back and stamping a foot. "All or nothing! I'm not going to hang around just to be another henchman! You want me, and I want you. What the fuck?!"

"You aren't just a henchman," Jason argued back, his voice rising. "It's just complicated, okay?"

"What's so complicated?" the blonde threw both arms up in exasperation. "It's sex! You take your cock and-"

"I know how sex works, jesus!" Jason cut him off, almost going red in the face. He took a deep breath, eyebrows furrowing as he crossed one arm over his chest, the opposite hand reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "I just… I'm already making you worse by letting you join me in other unsavory activities. That's damning enough without robbing the cradle."

Jericho snorted. "I'm eighteen, last I checked. I mean I don't remember my birthday or anything, but you told me I'd be eighteen by now and that's what's on the fake paperwork I used to get a job. You're no pedophile, Jason. You aren't attracted to me because I'm young, you like me for other reasons. Right?" The old insecurity began creeping into his tone again, and Jason instinctively wanted to hurry and rush into reassurances. However, unlike the earlier days, he weighed his words carefully first.

"Of course I am. It's more than that, though" he admitted. "After everything you've gone through, I feel like I'd just be taking advantage of you. Jericho, you know your growth was stunted in a lot of ways, right? You've gotten better but…"

Jericho looked hurt, and angry. He glared up at Jason, and it was clear that he was having one of his more 'lucid' moments, taking this very seriously. "What? I'm too fucked up all of a sudden? Well excuse me for getting kidnapped and tortured, okay? Won't let it happen again!"

He stormed off, heading to the bathroom. Jason hurried to catch up, grabbing him gently by the arm and turning him back around. He knew he had to say something, to fix this, but he was at a bit of a loss where to even start. "Jer, why do you want to have sex so bad anyway?"

"What the actual fuck kind of question is that?" the blonde said sharply, crossing his arms.

"Humor me," Jason said, exhausted. Maybe if Jericho had a really good reason, Jason could get over his own hangups. Or reaffirm his fears that Jericho wouldn't be able to handle it. Either way he wanted to stop feeling so torn.

"Because I'm male? You know, still technically a teenager?" Jericho answered, like it was obvious. It clearly wasn't convincing enough to Jay, so he let out an annoyed sigh and continued. "Okay, look. I don't like talking about this stuff so I'm going to make it quick, and I'm not going to repeat myself. I'm pretty sure I've had sex before, so it's not like this would be my first time or anything. But when everything happened… I changed. I forgot everything, I became something else. Dare I say I forgot sex even existed, I was too focused on staying alive and letting out my energy by murdering people instead."

Jericho spoke casually. Jay could tell that thinking back on the past like that still made him sad, so he was careful to do nothing but listen, giving his full attention out of respect. It wasn't often that the blonde spoke so in depth about his own thoughts, feelings, and experiences. He was usually more vague and flighty. Jason nodded, urging the blonde to continue.

"Anyways, after I came here and I didn't have to spend my time worrying about my own wellbeing, and I stopped killing, I wasn't expending that energy anymore. I didn't know what I would do with myself now that I was safe, but the more I spent time with you, the more I functioned like a normal person and the more old feelings cropped up."

Jason raised an eyebrow. "So… you got stuck with a teenage libido?"

"Yes. Now attached to all the other psychotic thoughts," Jericho answered, casually. "Bottom line, I need to start having sex, I'm insanely, desperately, horny, emphasis on insane, and I think it will help me continue to keep control of myself. Otherwise, I'll just snap and who knows what will happen."

"That's not an excuse," Jason argued. "I can find you literally every prostitute in the city."

"No!" Jericho said with impatience. "It has to be you. You don't understand, having sex with someone, for me, is like the ultimate show of trust. I don't really trust anyone but you. If I let a stranger get that close to me, while I was all high on hormones, I'd flip out because I can't stand to let anyone else that close and I'd murder them. Is that what you want? Dead prostitutes to clean up every day?"

Jason ignored the 'every day' factor and let out a breath. "No, that's not what I want, of course, but… I don't know. You're still young and vulnerable and I just don't want to end up making anything worse, alright? I'm sorry. You're right, I'm extremely attracted to you, I just don't know if it's something I should let myself do."

Jericho looked up at him, still clearly unhappy. "So what? We do things we shouldn't do all the time. You're a crime lord and I'm a homicidal maniac. Stop being such a hypocrite!"

When Jason didn't answer, Jericho narrowed his eyes, pulling away again and turning sharply, entering the bathroom.

"Fine, then! But I mean it, Jason. All or nothing. I can't stand being played with."

The smaller of the two stripped off his shirt, popping off a few buttons. Jason stood as still as a statue, completely at a loss for words. As Jericho's naked back came into view, Jason saw the tattoo that bore his name, and remembered what was underneath it. It made a pit form in his stomach, and he felt guilty for a new reason.

He'd just agreed to let Jericho stay in his life, hadn't he? Agreed to let the young man join him, killing and committing crimes again. Why couldn't he just let this last wall between them come down? What was he so afraid of?

Jer turned on the shower, peeling off his skinny jeans and underwear all at once, with a huff. His face was turned away from the older man, but Jason could still clearly see that he was hurt. He hated to see Jericho hurting, especially when he knew he was the cause. He strode into the bathroom with just a few steps, once more grabbing the young man by the arm and turning him around. This time, however, he pulled him into another deep kiss.

Jericho made a very startled (and muffled) cry, stiff for a moment before slowly starting to relax into it. He didn't completely melt, though, not yet. His guard was still up. They broke apart, staying so close together that their noses touched, breathing heavily.

"Jason…" the blonde said in a low, warning tone. "I meant what I said… Don't kiss me like that if you don't mean it…"

"I mean it," Jay said huskily. "I don't want to hold back anymore, but listen to me." He locked gazes with Jericho firmly. "I took you away from him so I could save you, and help you get better. If this ever, at any point, now or in the future, makes you worse, we have to stop. I won't let myself make you worse."

Jericho gave a half-grin, eyes slightly hooded. "I know what it'll make me. Extremely happy. I want this, Jason, I need this. I need you. So, c'mon…"

Jay reached over, turning off the water. "We'll shower after."

"But the sheets?"

"We're going to ruin them. Fuck the sheets."

"No, fuck me." Jericho said, getting up on his toes to steal another kiss. Jason kissed him back, lifting him up, holding him by the naked ass. Jericho let out a happy sound, wrapping his legs around Jason's waist, though said waist was too wide for him to really wrap all the way around.

Jay carried him with ease, back down the hall to their bedroom. He dropped Jericho down onto the bed, making the blonde laugh with giddiness, laying there, panting, already getting hard. Jason looked down at him as he removed his shirt, glad he'd bandaged up so well, as well as taken plenty of painkillers. He could finally let go. He didn't care anymore. He wanted this, and he wasn't going to waste time feeling guilty about it anymore. He was probably going to hell anyway, might as well go all out and have some more fun before he got there, right?

And just like that, the last of his guilt and inhibitions were peeled away with the rest of his wet clothes as he crawled forward onto the large bed, practically falling down on top of his lover, kissing him like their lives depended on it.

The sounds Jericho made- they were as amazing as they were loud and frequent. Jason couldn't help but moan at the needy whimpers and pleased cries coming from the thin body beneath him.

"You're loud," he rumbled into Jericho's ear, giving it a nibble. "I like that."

"I never learned how to be quiet," the blonde answered, gasping. Jason wasn't sure if Jericho was fully aware of the irony in that statement, but he didn't really care. Which reminded him…

The choker with the red X on it was still wrapped around Jericho's neck, and suddenly it was the sexiest thing in the world to Jay. Naked except for a collar- it gave him some dirty thoughts, which fueled him into mouthing at Jer's throat, with a hint of roughness. Just peeking out from under the collar was Jericho's scar, and they were both pleasantly surprised to find that it was sensitive. Jason was tempted to take the collar off to really get to it, but decided not to this time.

When Jason's hand went exploring, and found an already pert little nipple, it proved to be too much for the blonde. He let out a high-pitched moan, his whole body arching and trembling as he came for the first time. Jason leaned away, propping himself up on one elbow to watch, his fingers never letting go of the small pink bud that had been the center of this reaction, drawing it all out a bit.

When he was done, Jericho went a bit limp, his face extremely flushed, yet his cock still mostly hard. "Oh…" he said in disappointment, a slight whine to his voice as Jason toyed lightly with his other nipple. "I didn't mean to…"

"I rather enjoyed that," Jason purred, a teasing smirk on his lips. "I want to see it again, so by all means don't hold back. Come as often as you're able."

Jay settled down on top of him again, their members slightly grinding together, making Jericho whimper loudly and twitch his hips. "Oh God!" he gasped.

Jason almost said something along the lines of, 'Thanks but my name is actually Jason,' but he figured it was way too easy. He'd save that line for another time, knowing he'd definitely get the opportunity. He really wanted to grind, but he picked up that Jericho was too sensitive for that at this very second, so after making out a while longer to give his lover time to recuperate, he sat up, reaching for his nightstand drawer to grab the lube. He also pulled out a few condoms; he was clean himself and pretty sure Jericho was as well, but since the blonde had a lot of memory gaps it would be dumb to assume anything until they'd had the chance for testing.

The way Jericho laid there, gasping for breath, all flushed and splattered with cum, he already looked a little bit fucked. A little bit, mind you, there was still a long ways to go before they achieved that particular look. Admiring him, Jason wondered how he held back all this time.

"It's a little cold," he warned, getting some lube on his fingers while Jericho parted his legs, opening himself up almost eagerly.

With his other hand he very lightly stroked Jer's cock, with feathery touches, while his lubed fingers started teasing and probing at the quivering entrance beneath it. He started out carefully, but to his own surprise, there was no resistance or tension. Jericho's body was absolutely relaxed, and he even rocked his hips, seeming to want more. Jason experimentally put in two at a time, and then three, but not once did his partner react with anything besides pure pleasure. Jay realized that with the way Jericho registered fear and pain, there was no reason for him to react with any of the usual tension. The tension rooted from nervousness that ultimately caused pain. He really was ready for this.

"Are you alright?"

"Huuunhh…?" Jericho moaned, eyes closed and hips still moving. Jason let out a low chuckle, withdrawing his fingers. That got the blonde's attention. His eyes opened and he looked up, whining in protest. "Jay, no, that felt good…"

"I have something that will feel better," the man teased, slipping on a condom. Green eyes went wide, and his lips parted slightly with excitement.

"Please…" he breathed, squirming and shifting, parting his legs even further and tilting his hips up, invitingly.

Jason leaned down, kissing him as he guided his member into the waiting hole. He slid in easily, feeling some natural tightness but no resistance. His younger lover let out a loud cry of pleasure, his thin arms and legs wrapping around Jason, holding him as close as possible. Jay started at a slow, even pace, wanting to make it last, but Jer had other plans. His thighs gripped Jay's hips, urging him on, while his nails dug into the flesh of the man's shoulders.

"Move!" the blonde gasped, demanding and impatient. "I need- more!"

And of course, whatever his babydoll wanted, Jason would give to him.

The pace quickly became faster, more rough and uneven. Judging by his screams of pleasure and the random babbling of nonsense, Jason figured he was giving Jericho exactly what he wanted.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK-! Jason! Oh fucking GOD- YES-! A-a-a-ah…! OhpleasefuckyesJasonfuckinggod…."

Jericho didn't even hear everything that was coming out of his mouth, and to be fair, Jason missed some parts of it too. It was just that Jericho felt so good that it seemed he couldn't stop himself from verbalizing his train of thought in his state of ecstasy. That crazy, easily derailed train…

"I- think- there's- a song- for- this-!"

For a fleeting second Jason almost backtracked to ask what the hell that even meant, but just then Jericho pulled him into a rough, messy kiss, and he forgot all about it. He moaned, and growled deeply, gripping Jer hard by the hips as he thrusted, getting closer to his climax. Such a quick pace always made for an ending just as quick. With a groan and a final thrust, he finished, making Jericho tremble slightly, though he hadn't finished this time around.

The blonde gave a slight whimper as Jason pulled out, rolling onto his side and discarding the used condom. Jer rolled over with him, still squirming and kissing every bit of skin he could reach.

"I'm not done yet," he protested breathlessly.

"I know," Jay answered, giving him a short kiss while he caught his breath. "I need a minute, then we can go again."

Jericho climbed up, laying down on top of his lover like a giant pillow and settling for leaving bite marks and hickeys while he waited, grinding slightly with anticipation. Jason ran hands up and down the blonde's body, from shoulders and arms to ass and thighs, occasionally kissing the top of his head to show continued affection. Jer started humming, and at first it was just nonsense, but then he mumbled some lyrics in a sing-songy voice.

"Help me… I broke apart my insides…. Help me… I've got no soul to sell…" He mouthed along Jason's jawline, giving his earlobe a little nip before he continued. "Help me… You make me perfect…. Help me become somebody else…"

It took a second for Jason to realize what he was singing, but when he did he sang the next line in a low, rumbling purr. "I wanna fuck you like an animal…" It made Jericho shiver and moan, fingers curling against Jay's chest as he sat up, straddling the man. He hummed the song on a loop, too out of breath to sing it all. Jason remembered what he'd said and he smirked. "You're right. There is a song for this."

He reached up, lazily tracing the spots of dried cum on Jericho's stomach, moving his hand down, teasing him but not touching him again. Not yet at least… Once more he took a second to admire his lover's body. The faded scars, the scattered tattoos… Jericho looked a lot less like a walking skeleton now, but he was still incredibly thin for his age. Not much body fat or muscle, but at least he was healthier now. His physical (and even psychological) growth might have been permanently stunted, but that didn't stop him from becoming a strong, clever, confident and downright sexy young man. Jason smirked again, one hand behind his head while the other finally wrapped around Jericho's cock again, making the blonde gasp, and the member itself to bob with arousal.

"Jay…" he moaned. "You'll make me cum."

"Don't you want to?" the man asked casually.

"N-n- ah! Y-yes, but- I want you- inside of me," he gasped out, arching his back to hold himself off. Jason took his hand away, making Jericho slump slightly with both relief and mild disappointment that the pleasure had ended.

"Then come back down here and show me what that pretty mouth can do," Jason said, reaching up to pull the blonde into a kiss himself. "Make me hard again, I want to hear you moaning."

Jericho very happily obliged, far from holding back. He moaned even more, now knowing that Jason liked it, and wanting to please him and make him feel good. Jay firmly squeezed his ass, encouraging him with a light, playful slap. Jericho let out a muffled squeak, feeling a bit more tingly now. After a few minutes of kissing and groping, Jason was hard again and Jericho wasted no time getting back to business, grabbing a second condom.

Jericho sat back, impaling himself once more on Jason's length, letting out a deep moan. Jason himself groaned, holding his narrow hips tightly to urge him along. In no time they set a fast pace, and the room was filled with the sounds of moaning, gasping, and flesh gently slapping together, all three in perfect rhythm. Jason's hips were a bit wide, making it difficult for Jer to ride him properly, but the blonde being so small made it easy enough for Jay to continue holding him by his own hips and do a portion of the work.

As he got closer, Jericho leaned down, catching Jay's mouth in a messy, passionate kiss, his cock now pressed lightly between their bodies, adding friction without having to touch it. He sped up, thighs clenching tightly as he moaned Jason's name into the man's own mouth. Jay put his feet flat on the bed, bending his knees and thrusting himself up to finish them both off, holding the blonde in place to properly fuck him again. Jericho cried out loudly in pleasure, fingers curling, his nails digging into Jason's shoulders again.

Jer came first, sitting up sharply, his back arching, hips rocking, and the rest of him trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashed down on him. This was a much bigger climax than the first, and he was so loud that it was conceivable that the whole building heard him. This pushed Jason over the edge again, but he was much more quiet than his partner.

"God…" the dark-haired man groaned, catching his breath.

Jericho let out a final, whimpering moan, his face all flushed. "Mmm…" Slowly, he toppled back, sideways, falling over onto the bed. Jason sat up, getting out from underneath his lover's sprawled legs, and reaching out to stroke his cheek.

"You okay?" he asked gently.

"Mm-hm…" Jericho hummed happily, eyes closed. "Got dizzy…"

Jason frowned. Shit… "When was the last time you ate?"

For a little while, Jericho didn't answer, thinking about it. "Lunch… At work…"

Jason let out a heavy sigh, moving to get up. "Jer, you're supposed to eat, remember? No wonder you got dizzy, you've been running around like a maniac all night and fucking like a jackrabbit."

One problem that still came up with the blonde was his apparent lack of hunger pains. If he felt them at all, his mind certainly didn't register them, and he would forget to eat unless told to regularly. Either Jason had to remind him, or he had to be signaled by a loudly growling stomach. It'd been a bigger problem at the beginning, but gradually they'd both gotten better about keeping routine meal-times. Jason got up, grabbing a clean pair of boxers to wear out to the kitchen to grab something to feed his partner.

"Don't be mad…" Jericho said, still sprawled on the bed and looking at Jason upside-down. "I was going to eat dinner with you when you got home but then when you did…"

"I'm not mad," the man told him, coming back to run his fingers through blonde curls soothingly. "If I'm ever that late coming home again, though, you should at least eat a snack, okay?"

"'Kay," the blonde smiled sleepily up at him. Jason couldn't help but smile back. Jericho still needed him; how could he think, even for a minute, that he could just hand the kid off to anyone else? No one else would know all the things Jason did, all the details about what Jericho needed and why and how and when. He'd spent a long time figuring all this stuff out for himself, and it would probably take anyone else even longer to figure it out, and Jericho needed the stability. On his way out of the bedroom he spotted the bat again, and chewed on his lip. No, no one else could handle this kid.

Jason brought back the simplest thing he could find for Jericho to eat, just a bagel with cream cheese spread on both halves. He'd make sure they had a big breakfast tomorrow morning to make up for it. He laid back down in bed, on his side to watch over Jer, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor to keep from getting crumbs in the bed. There was a lot to plan for tomorrow but Jason was just too exhausted to really think about it yet. For now, it was just him and Jericho, and nothing else. The blonde stared out the window while he ate, watching the city lights. The window was a one-way mirror of course, to give them their privacy, but even then it was unlikely that anyone was even awake to watch them.

After Jericho finished his food he climbed back into bed, on top of Jason, nuzzling up to him with a happy hum.

"Wanna go again?"

Jason snorted, kissing the top of his head. "It's been a long night, I bet you're tired. I know I am."

"Nuh-uh!"

"Alright," Jay said, "then just lay still and quiet for thirty minutes, and if you're still awake by then, we'll go another round. Deal?"

Jericho groaned in protest but did quiet down, getting under the covers and snuggling up with Jason, seeming determined to stay awake. Of course, just like Jason knew he would be, the teen was out like a light in less than ten. As with hunger, Jericho sometimes had a hard time reading his body's signals of tiredness. Once he heard the gentle snoring of his partner, Jason closed his eyes, letting himself fall into a heavy sleep as well.

So there you have it. A lot has changed between them since my last post, hasn't it? It's good though. Stay tuned for two more parts to this story, and also keep an eye on gaybaconprincess' work, I know she's planning on doing more with these two as well. If you liked what you read, I'd like to hear about it, so if you would please leave a review. Until next time!