Contains: Rape, blood, triggering scenarios for some. If none of those are your thing then don't read!
But on a better note, I'll probably make this into a series between the two, though the plot doesn't really exist yet and it would revolve shamelessly around the two having sex. I'm marking this as complete since I'm still unsure, but know that it could possible turn into more than just a one-shot. Now, enjoy!
Roy Harper sighed deeply, locking his apartment door behind him and trudging to his old, torn up couch after kicking off his shoes. It actually wasn't in horrible condition, but the edges had seen better days and the green fabric was worn out. He hadn't planned on going back here today, especially since he hadn't been there for about three years, but he was too worn out from the recent events that happened. Roy collapsed onto it facedown, and happily groaned into the dusty pillow his face had fallen onto. Slipping his quiver off his back and dropping his bow to the floor without moving himself too much, he closed his eyes and slipped into a half-asleep half-awake state as he recollected everything that made him visit his old home.
Roy Harper, the real Roy Harper, was still alive. Three days ago he had woken up in a hospital, and both Red and Green Arrow were there for him. Within a day Roy, or Speedy, had nearly assassinated Lex Luthor, could've leveled a building, and recreated his own identity: Arsenal. Red Arrow spent the last few days trying to reason with him or talk to him, but Arsenal had closed out everyone, though didn't show hostility the first time that Red Arrow had spoken to him. After that though, the couple of times the two had contact ended more and more edgy, and closer each time to turning violent. Red Arrow hadn't been relieved as much as he thought he would, what with the way that Arsenal was choosing to act after given a second chance at life.
Roy sighed, turning his head to the other side and ready to fall into another night of restless sleep when a loud noise jolted him out of it.
"Roy Harper!" someone yelled, pounding on his door. "I know your ass is in there, so let me in or I'll invite myself!" Red Arrow couldn't mistake that voice for anyone else, considering it was his own voice. He hurriedly moved to the door, noticing for the first time he was still wearing his hero garb since he forgot to change before falling asleep. Slightly embarrassed at his own mishap, he shook the tiredness out of his face and opened the door after unlocking the door.
Roy looked at his original self, unsure of what to say. Usually he was the one to initiate talk between the two or hunt Arsenal down, but for once it was the other way around. Arsenal looked angry. Very angry.
"Roy Harper, what exactly have you been doing these past eight years?!" Arsenal shouted the question at Red Arrow, gritting his teeth once he had exclaimed his question. When Red Arrow didn't answer immediately, Arsenal took an aggressive step forward and grabbed him by the cloth over his heart. "Answer me!"
"Hey, hands off!" Red Arrow responded with a brisk smack of his hand, knocking Arsenal's hand off his shirt and regaining his footing behind him. "What exactly do you mean? I've been… living your life for eight years, so a lot is bound to happen! Want me to fill you in on all of it? 'Cause I got plenty of time!" Red Arrow finished his words just as angrily as Arsenal, and found himself pointing threateningly at Arsenal sometime during his reprimand.
"I mean when were you going to tell me about your family!" Arsenal swatted away Red Arrow's pointing finger and pushed him backwards into the apartment, yelling at the top of his lungs now.
"Why would I? It has nothing to do with you!" Red Arrow's voice quickly changes from aggressive to threatening. "And if I ever find out you've done something to them or threaten them I'll-"
"I'm not gonna touch your family! And, so you know that it does have something to do with me, I won't be touching my own either!"
Red Arrow's mouth fell open, not able to respond to the words that were spat at him, so full of venom he didn't know how he was still standing and breathing. He didn't know how he was still living, to be honest. He still wasn't over the whole 'not a real person' thing, and what Arsenal just told him was enough to put him into shock. "W-what?" he managed to ask, taking a suddenly quiet tone.
"I mean my own family will never recognize me, nor accept me! Apparently it isn't that big a deal that I'm alive and kickin'! I went to visit my old place, and no one was even there! That, Roy Harper, is why you raising a family has everything to do with me! Why do you get to have two, one you stole and one you created, while I get nothing!?" Red Arrow tripped over his own words in a rush, not knowing what to say, and it only infuriated Arsenal more. He grabbed Red Arrow's shirt again with his robotic arm, and yanked Red Arrow towards him, slamming his knee into his stomach. "Answer me!"
From his slumped forward position Red Arrow rammed his head into Arsenal's stomach in return, then ran forward, running him into his fridge. Red Arrow quickly jumped back, meaning to reach for his bow and even just one arrow. Arsenal had other plans, though. A sharp clicking sound rang through the small apartment, and a bolt of red scraped past Red Arrow's left bicep, burning the shirt and the skin underneath before continuing on to scorch the floor inches away.
Red Arrow procured his bow and rapidly slung his quiver over his head and pulled an arrow out of it, nocking it and drawing back the string. He let go and the tension in the string shot the arrow forward, flying at Arsenal's right shoulder. A quick movement snapped the arrow with his upgraded arm, and Arsenal lunged at Red Arrow's side, knocking him backwards and to the floor and pinning him down with his hands. Arsenal's right hand glowed red, and a red ring burst from the appendage and stuck Red Arrow's wrist fast to the floor. With his left hand still free, he tried to change the standings but could only elbow Arsenal on the chest while struggling to move his right hand. Seconds after the first, Arsenal trapped Red Arrow's left hand to the floor and sat on his lower back, turning the wrist of his new arm until his hand was back to a normal look.
"Like these?" he asked tauntingly, tapping the red ring suspending Red Arrow's right wrist against the ground. "I picked that up from that beetle kid in a fight. Kinda cool, huh?" Arsenal slid further down Red Arrow's body until he sat on the back of his knees, preventing his legs from moving. "Try anything with your legs and I'll tie those up too." He then proceeded to rip Red Arrow's belt off him, literally splitting the material apart and then forcefully pulling his pants down after throwing the belt off to the side. Arsenal lifted himself up off Red Arrow less than an inch to slide the clothes under and past him, and Red Arrow snarled, kicking backwards and awkwardly to try and get Arsenal off him.
"Fine then," Arsenal said. "We're gonna be like that." Arsenal tugged Red Arrows pants down and off his legs despite much kicking and protesting. Red Arrow's red and black briefs were the next to go, Arsenal not wasting time and just tearing them apart and tossing the tattered fabric somewhere. He then restrained Red Arrow's ankles with the red rings, and unbuckled his own belt. He tossed that elsewhere like everything else, and just after it went his tight pants. Ready to just get to it, he slid off his black briefs and scoffed at the body on the floor. "I guess some things about us really are identical."
Red Arrow grunted in defiance, still wriggling his wrists relentlessly and squirming around on his apartment floor to free himself. A weight settled on his back, two hands grabbed his muscled butt, and a stiff heat was ever present in between the two hands.
"H-hey, what the hell are you doing! Let me go!" Red Arrow tried even harder to get away, but only ended up rubbing his ass against Arsenal's dick.
"What am I doing?" Arsenal let out a sick laugh and pulled apart Red Arrow's ass. He pressed his slicked head against the tight ring of muscle. "Getting compensation for eight years of cryostasis!" Arsenal pushed in, ignoring Red Arrow's objections.
"Ah, fuck!" Red Arrow's fingers gripped for something to hold on to, but couldn't grasp anything. Red Arrow writhed in agony as Arsenal slowly pushed deeper inside him, a relentless burning sensation digging into him. "Ow! F-sh-agh!" Red Arrow gave up on words and slammed his forehead against the shallowly carpeted floor, clenching his eyes shut and panting. Arsenal seated himself further and further inside of him, and every second was hell.
"You know, it would go in easier if you just relaxed! You should give it a try," Arsenal cooed, bending down to speak into Red Arrow's ear. "Otherwise it'll just hurt worse!" Arsenal suddenly grabbed Red Arrow's hair, pulling forcefully until his neck was painfully bent back while simultaneously forcing the rest in. Arsenal supported himself with his other hand on the floor an inch from Red Arrow's side, keeping himself stable while the man who lived his life writhed beneath him.
"Ah!" A guttural cry of pain escaped Red Arrow's mouth, and it didn't die down until Arsenal let go of his hair.
"Oh, what's this? Your body's reacting to having me inside of you!" Arsenal spoke twistedly, shoving his thumb roughly into Red Arrow next to the girth of his cock, stretching him there painfully more. He jerked it out a second later, and brought the finger to Red Arrow's face. On his thumb was a smear of blood, and Arsenal wiped it off and Red Arrow's left cheek. "Maybe this'll make things easier for you!" Arsenal pulled out almost all the way, making Red Arrow gasp and squirm, the sudden loss hurting him more than he thought it would. A small pocket of air snuck in, and stung his insides.
"Ung, shit… No…!" Red Arrow barely had time to complain before Arsenal was refilling him with his length, going much faster than before and readjusting himself once he was fully inside again. He brought his left arm to Red Arrow's neck, pushing it forward into the floor. He tightened his grip around Red Arrow's neck as he began a steady rhythm of stabbing into him. Every time he pulled out drops of blood would leak out, and every time he pushed in the pain would reignite from the moment's reprieve. The carpet beneath Red Arrow's burning ass was beginning to stain red, and the warm liquid pooled and slicked Red Arrow's insides.
"There now, a bit better, yeah?" Arsenal squeezed suddenly on Red Arrow's neck, cutting off all air completely. There were definitely going to be bruises tomorrow. Red Arrow gagged and thrashed violently as Arsenal choked him, and when his vision started to blur and his head pound, Arsenal loosened his hand a bit, allowing precious oxygen to get to him. Red Arrow gulped in air, coughing and feeling tears stream down his cheek, when Arsenal clamped his grip tight again. He was putting more force into his thrusts, slamming hard into Red Arrow and wrecking his insides. Nails were digging into Red Arrow's neck, leaving visible marks that would be there for days. Arsenal kept up the pattern of choking and then a small break, starting to speed up his hips.
Switching things up a bit, Arsenal let go of Red Arrow's neck completely, leaving the redhead gasping for air and sobbing from pain. Red Arrow's vision was so blurred from tears that everything just seemed to be one color, and the constant stabbing pain in his rear never relented. While Red Arrow refilled his lungs with air and tried to press his forehead against the floor again, Arsenal took a fistful of his hair, pulling his head back harshly. His hand supporting him on the floor moved to grab his right shoulder, digging into the skin immediately and painfully. He squeezed harshly, and stabbed his nails as far as he could into the defined shoulder. Blood wasn't drawn, but it still cut into him nonetheless. Red Arrow found it difficult to breathe again, though, with his head pulled back at a painful angle and being rocked back and forth by powerful thrusts.
Arsenal began pounding in deeper, trying to go as far in as he could. He didn't go faster, but the extra depth was tearing new pain into the hero beneath him and drawing the already existing pain on longer, worsening it in some cases. A sick squelching sound loudly echoed in the room, accompanied by the tortured noises of Red Arrow and pleasured pants from Arsenal. "Damn, you're still kinda tight… What, not enjoying yourself?" Arsenal's fingers slipped from Red Arrow's sweat-slicked hair, letting his head crash to the floor. Red Arrow let out another pained shout, and when Arsenal put his hand on Red Arrow's face to lift it back up again and grab his hair, a smear of blood was in the middle of his hand.
"F-fuck, my nose hurts…" Heat pulsed from Red Arrow's nose while burning shot through him from his ass, and now blood was pouring from both ends of him. A trickle of blood ran down his face, getting into his mouth and making him spit it out. Arsenal regained his grip on Red Arrow's hair, and yanked it back harder than before. "Guh! Shit… ah!" Red Arrow stringed semi-coherent words together, and Arsenal took it as a signal to go faster.
"Damn you're really red… Maybe your hero name really does fit you." With a sick laugh, Arsenal put everything he could into fucking Red Arrow. He slammed into him relentlessly, making him cry out every time he went in and gasp or whimper every time he pulled out. Arsenal's movements became erratic, and he let go of Red Arrow's hair and shoulder. He moved them to grab his waist, gripping them bruisingly hard and bending forward, sinking his teeth into Red Arrow's already ruined shoulder. He bit down hard, drawing blood and shouting into the flesh, jerking his dick deep into Red Arrow. He shuddered, and shot inside the violated ass. Red Arrow shouted from the new pain, and when the hot cum mixed with his blood and touched his torn insides he moaned shakily, torn between screaming and crying.
Arsenal removed his mouth from the bleeding flesh, panting from his release and slowing letting go of Red Arrow's waist. He pulled out just as slowly, blood with some semen came out in a small puddle, and more of it trickled out once Arsenal was fully removed. He walked over to Red Arrow's wet and bloodied face, kneeling down and hooking his thumbs into the sides of his whimpering mouth. He pulled his mouth open, and used his other fingers to help keep it open and tall. His still-hard cock was lined up with Red Arrow's mouth inches away, covered in smears of red. He moved himself forward, lying the tip of his dick on Red Arrow's tongue and pushing in. Red Arrow gagged at the taste, and started choking as Arsenal pushed himself further and further inside his mouth, hitting the back of his throat and pushing down it. Arsenal stayed fully seated against Red Arrow's face, getting pleasured by the spasms his throat made and the saliva pooling up in his mouth around his dick. He pulled out, bloodied spit being coughed up and spat out, while the blood leaking out of his nose dripping into his mouth anyway. Arsenal went right back in after a few seconds, this time making a point by slamming into his throat, then pulling out to his teeth and slamming back in again.
Red Arrow gagged and vibrated around his cock, making him moan in ecstasy while he gagged and fucked the redhead's face. Spit was leaking out of Red Arrow's mouth at the edges, his eyes were bloodshot, and blood was still dripping out of his nose. He wasn't able to bite since the robotic arm would break his teeth, and tears from his eyes made it impossible to look up at Arsenal, though he tried. He could still feel things running out of his ass, and the pleasured sounds that Arsenal was making compared to his violated ones made him want to throw up.
"Ah, shit, here comes number two…" Arsenal smashed into Red Arrows face, keeping his dick as deep as he could and pulling Red Arrows face further into his crotch, cutting off all air and cumming a second time. "Ooh…" Arsenal crooned, gingerly pulling his oversensitive dick out of Red Arrow's mouth. He removed his fingers too, but before Red Arrow could properly breathe again he grabbed at his mouth the keep it shut from under his chin with his upgraded arm. He turned it to the side, and touched his head to Red Arrow's cheek, rubbing it around as a few drop of liquid still leaked from it. Arsenal moaned, and slapped his meat against the raped hero's face several times.
Leaving Red Arrow violated, bleeding, and in tears on the floor still restrained, Arsenal stood up and clothed his lower half. He pulled a small object out of his bag, and knelt down next to Red Arrow's torn open hole. He pressed the oval object into the hole, making Red Arrow whimper as the invading object rubbed against his raw insides. Once Arsenal was satisfied how deep it was, he removed his fingers and wiped them off on Red Arrow's lower back. He then pulled out a small remote-like black square, and pressed the reflective button in the middle. The object inside Red Arrow sprung to life, vibrating inside him.
"Ah! Oh god… Fuck, oh!" Red Arrow's body writhed around, unable to do anything about the vibrator. He moaned and shouted and whimpered, but only heard retreating footsteps in return, and then the door close. From the other side of the wood, he heard Arsenal's voice over the thrum of the toy.
"I'll be back in a bit. Behave yourself, got it?"