Anosmia*
Major Note!
I mistook the poles… When Wally died was day at the North and night at the South… But I wrote wrong… so lets pretend it's the other way around, k folks? A liiiiiiiiittle bit AU over there, but hey, in a world where people can run at speed of light that isn't thaaaaaaaaaaaat hard to imagine, is it?
Chapter 1
Kid Flash was eating all of his snacks at his apartment, which, well, had been bought for him anyway. Smile while remembering the resemblance between this KF and the previous one. Bart had developed this horrible habit of invading his home when felt hungry during a mission. The first time he broke in almost kill the young, at least he learned one no simply walks into a Bat's home uninvited. But at the end Dick put him at defenses' white list.
Tonight Nightwing shouldn't be patrolling Blüdhaven. Tonight was Wally's death anniversary. Bart wouldn't go to a mission either, or Flash and Tigress. All of them would travel to Arctic very specific coordinates, a tradition of theirs. Bart ended his snacks, and a well balanced meal Dick forced him to have, and turned to the older hero waiting.
"Let's go, KF?"
"Yup" answered, stretching a little.
Bart was fast enough to literally blink through space. If well fed he could be faster than getting to a zeta beam and then teleporting to the Arctic. This and the fact Nightwing still didn't return to the League and hadn't 'permission'. Not he needed one. He got one override signature from the Batcave and hacked another one. But he liked to let the JLA believe in their independence from the bats.
Mildly touch his shoulder. Since a breakdown after seeing him get hurt in Kid Flash clothes all the cowl was changed and upgraded. Hopped on his back, blushing a little of embarrassment, and in a flash was in the North Pole facing the Flash.
"Where's Tigress?" asked while straightening himself.
"She's busy, apparently. You should get busy like that sometimes" Flash smiled to him.
"I do get busy. But no one overcomes Walls. No one ever will" slightly touched the man's shoulders and passed him to where once he broke trying to have a grasp of what he had lost.
Knelt down and took off his domino. Cried. He could feel the trail of tears burn against intense cold. His body shook as much for the cold as for pure sadness. Most of the time he was fine. Dated girls, talked to friends and didn't avoid talking about the best friend he had lost. Now and then left out a "Wally used to do this as well" or "Walls also liked that" but wasn't full of sadness and loss. It was full of nostalgia. However, on that day of the year he gathered all the sadness, pain and loss confined in his chest and let it go on the cold of the Arctic. Screamed and punched the soft snow, felt arms around him and a warming vibration. Squeezed the slender vibrating form nesting him to his chest. Flash watched them together. After Wally's death Dick became a member of the family, officially after he became Don Allen godfather. What resulted in many jokes about how both Barry's kids had billionaires as godfathers (Bruce was Dawn's, and Hal scolded him till this day for not being him) which he returned saying to Ollie prepare because we all know who will be Bart's godfather.
Approached and tried to comfort them. Dick was the worst. The speedsters put a lot of the blame on themselves, but Dick believed to be his lack of leadership and planning, and all those secrets, that led them to almost annihilation and Kid Flash's death. I should know I'm not the freaking Batman, he said. In Flash's opinion, he would be a great Batman, maybe better than the original one. The boy wasn't to blame, Reach was. If they didn't follow his leadership they would probably end up with a worse outcome.
"Come on. Bart, Dick. It's already been five years. It can't hurt that much-" but it did. He felt the pain. Hugged both kids and caressed their backs. Unable to restrain any longer, Barry cried tightening them in his arms.
Every year was the same. Dick was the first to cry and the last to stop. Artemis even gave up coming this year because she couldn't feel that bad. After five years, it became a hole in her chest, a scar, but not a hurtful open wound. Dick was still mourning like just happened, even though when did happen, it was so bad the Team didn't know what to do.
After a few hours crying and comforting each other, both speedsters needed to go. Flash had kids to take care and Bart was hungry. Dick looked to the men and said he would return later, through the zeta beam. They looked at each other worried, one thing was being at North Pole with some speedforce to warm them up, another was leave Nightwing to his own luck in his suit at that cold.
"Go, I'll be quick. I just want- I just want a private goodbye. I'll be fine" cleared his tears with the back of his hands. "I'll be right back. If anything, I'll call Bart."
Hesitantly the both speedsters nodded and headed to zeta beam. Installed right next to the place of death of the fallen hero (ordered by Batman to ease his son's pain). Nightwing replaced put back his domino mask and turned again to nothing.
"You couldn't choose a better place" his voice hurt against the cold, ripping his throat at each syllable. "Y'know? They say it's always dark before the dawn, but you chose the freaking Arctic! There isn't dawn in the Arctic, Wallman. For five years I waited that dawn" sighed, looking around, new tears inside the mask. "There's an aster I can't feel."
Silenced for a bit, letting the tears flow down his face. Took of the useless domino. Soothed himself and turned to the zeta beam. Then he thought he reached his limits and finally went crazy. It was dawn, at North Pole. IT WAS DAWNING! Revolved and faced the unexpected light.
It wasn't needed to be a detective, what he was, to figure out that was no dawn. There was a huge red fracture on the sky. It opened and extended, its force pushing Dick far away, lightnings released from inside it, messing with his cowl's systems and computers; Threw away the comm link when it exploded. Tried to run to zeta beam before it became useless and he got stuck in the Arctic. Slipped on the half melted ice barely standing. He did his best to keep watching over the crack to foresee energy blasts or lightnings. He was groundless to avoid hitting, literally, the ice was melting so fast he couldn't get a grip. However, he could lessen the impact. A blast threw him to the zeta beam, where he knocked the side of his body. Held the still working machine with all of his strength. Looked one last to the fracture, calculating the next explosion. Then he saw him. A shadow of a man inside the rupture. The blasts seemed to be trying to expel him. His hero's instincts kicked in, pulled out his grappling gun and, thanks to all paranoid bat gods, it was mechanical and not electrical. Aimed at the floor next to the crack, begging the ice would hold his weight. Retracted the rope being pulled into the opening. He could feel the air changing by static electricity around, another blast was forming. Tripped his way inside the opening, grabbed the man standing still unconscious. Picked him up and tried to get as far away as possible before the next explosion.
Shot the hook again, but this time their weight broke the ice. The hook cut his face returning to the gun. Tightened the man in his arms using his own body to protect him. They hit the zeta beam, prayed the man was alright. Took his pulse quickly, stable. Barely seen ahead (that sudden light, blasts and lightnings blinded him) entered the machinery with the stranger. Heard the stuffy machine's sound.
"Recognized. Nightwing. Override Access 03" got ready to yell some authorization to allow the man but was interrupted. "Kid Flash. B-03" and the metal door opened while the fracture blasted one last time closing.
The blast pushed them in the light, they emerged at the Watchtower, the last entry in the machine. The small tube announcing them to an empty room Nightwing was frozen on his knees. Conscious just enough to keep the body in his arms safe from the blast impact.
"Wa- Wally? Wally? Wally" muttered. Caressing the red hair, he couldn't see it though. "Wally" squeezed him against his chest. Shaking. Crying. "HELP! ANYBODY!" suddenly started to yell, realizing he needed medical care, ignoring his own status: blindness, broken bones and no mask. He wasn't the priority. "HELP! ANYONE!"
Diana came by flying followed by Hal Jordan. The choked noticing the redhead in Nightwing's arms. Wonder Woman flew right to them while Green Lantern took his hand to the comm link.
"Batman, Flash. Halt whatever you're doing and come to Watchtower immediately."
Dick couldn't hear Diana's question, but when she motioned to take the unconscious guy from his grip he attacked her. Keeping the man firmly against his chest, he shot the hook at her, trying to back away, his leg folding awkwardly under him. He had a fierce look in his eyes.
"Richard. I need to take both of you to the medical bay. Let me carry Wallace."
"NO! GO AWAY! YOU CAN'T TAKE HIM FROM ME!" he was obviously not listening.
"Diana, let me do it" Hal surrounded the boys with his ring. "Dick, I'll take you, together, to the medical bay, is that okay?"
Nightwing still didn't seem to be listening. When finally noticed no one was trying to take Wally away, he resumed to shake and caress the other, muttering his name. Flash passed through the zeta beam, watching the scene playing before his eyes. An unmasked wounded Nightwing holding a man while Hal had them inside some green bubble and Diana was startled by something. Then he realized something was wrong. Turned again to the man in Nightwing's arms and finally recognized him.
"WALLY!" in a flash he was beside them. "Let me get him, Hal!"
"Nightwing is in outbreak. If you try to get the boy from him, he will attack you."
"IT'S MY BOY, HAL! I CAN HANDLE A FEW PUNCHES!"
"But Dick can't" Batman suddenly appeared behind him. Nobody seemed to notice his arrival. "Dick is way worse than Wallace. Both physically and mentally, possibly. If you try to take the boy without soothing him first he'll collapse. Jordan, take them to medical bay" Flash followed angry but obediently.
Green Lantern landed them on the same bed. Batman approached slowly.
"Dick" muttered, pulling the cowl. "Let them examine the boy" the look he had was still vague, he was yet whispering his name and rocking forward and back slightly. "Dick" called him more stern and then he looked to him, still didn't seem to be seeing a thing ahead though. "Let them examine the boy. You also need some medical care."
"Don't take him from me, father. I don't want to lose him again" cried in a small voice stabbing Bruce's heart.
"No one will take him away from you. We will just take care of you both" caressed smoothly his son's face.
"No- Don't tak-" and everything faded to black.
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Opened his eyes confused trying to remember where he was and what happened. Slowly he formed a thought: Wally, where is my Wally?. Looked around, he was on a bed with closed white drapes, hardly observing his surrounds only noticing he was alone.
"Wa- W- Wally?" murmured very low, tears already summing up. "Walls?" his voice was husky and low.
It was a dream, you stupid. No one can come back from the dead. Abruptly sat up, eyes wide opened, his full body sore. Yours Wally West is yet very dead. And screamed. With all his lungs. It didn't take much to start to vomit and shake. That was a hell of a vicious dream.
Bruce was by his side. Barely noticed the man opening his curtains and hugging him.
"Calm down, Dick. Breathe" he pulled long gulps of air, throwing up a little more. But in the end he was appeased and ceased puking.
He managed to control his stomach and screams, but the cry and shaking going on. He was blabbering thing at Romani while sobbing, things like "I thought he was back". He ran out of air a few times but, in the future, he would be proud of the control he kept on this particular breakdown.
"Focus on breath. Breath in" made circular motions on his son's back. "Breath out" held the boy against his chest, keeping the circular motion and ordering.
Barry carefully watched them amazed. He knew Bruce loved his boys and was a good parent. However, witness was a whole other matter. The lad had a very distressful cry, he shook and grabbed to the man like a lifeline. Sometimes he threatened to resume to throw up. It took lots of time for him to normalize his breathe even with Bruce repeating the orders.
"I'm dirty, Bruce" he tried to back away. Even though still sad, his voice was much firmer.
Bruce cupped the boy's face and looked in his eyes searching for signs of self control. When he was satisfied allowed the younger to straighten on the bed. Took off his shirt and grabbed another one from the neighbor chair. Dressed him lazily, remembering when he first got to the manor, so small and shocked. Held him a little longer watching him with adoring.
"Remember to breath" said. "Barry, if you could."
Wasn't needed to explain what he meant. Raised his hand to the drapes and opened. Wally was sitting on the bed, his torso immobilized and an oxygen mask over his face but awaken. His eyes were red, his heart pierced by Dick's mourns. His cries touched everybody's heart. Batman was sure there was a minimal amount of people because he knew his son would break down when woke up without the redhead. Tim assured Bart wouldn't stick around, the auburn went crazy to stay with his cousin and friend, Batman himself went out of his way to allow only the Flash whom would leave his nephew's side for nothing in this universe.
Dick widened his eyes and started to gasp, stood up tripping on his way, his leg probably broken but he couldn't care less. Knelt beside his friend's bed trembling and fighting for breath. Raised his hand to touch him, however stopped, afraid all of that wasn't real. West took off his oxygen mask and stroked his friend face's.
"Hey" whispered. Dick shook violently and cried even more taking that hand in his.
"Wally! Walls!"
"Yup, it's me" pulled him up to his bed, he was steadier than Richard. Speedy healing. Nestled him at his side and cuddled. "I'm right here. I always knew you would come" Grayson snuggled and sobbed.
Wally put his mask back and settled the better he could with his immobilized torso.
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He was wakened by a motion where he was sleeping and voices. Widened his eyes and saw Wally talking to Artemis. Wally. He seemed so distracted by the chat that didn't notice Dick awakening. He was laid by his side, on his pillow. He closed his own eyes and tried to inhale his scent.
"Leave him be. I rather have him by my side" touched other's hair absently.
"The only year I don't go and you decide to return, Baywatch?" he let out a soft laugh.
"Arty, don't make me laugh, babe. It hurt and could wake Dick".
"Aww, You're so cute, caring about your little friend, Wall-man" then was silence and Dick's heart ached.
He sat and saw his two friends kissing, his movements stopped them though. He began to stutter something like toilet and ran away. Arrived at bathroom leaning against the sink. Swallowed a frustrated scream. With all the control he could grasp, he only managed to not scream. But the nausea hit him hard and the sobs escaped like there was no endurance. His stomach was empty and he was afraid to start vomiting blood and realized that again he was so panicked he pushed his mind away from his body.
"Dick? Dick!" Wally went in, ran to his side and held him. "Hush. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere" wrapped an arm around him. Richard kept puking with some hardship, there was nothing inside him. Wallace turned on the faucet and washed all the mess, wet his own hands and cleaned Dick's face. "Look at me. Shhhh. I'm here. Look" cleaned his tears.
"Leave me" muttered husky. "Artemis. Go to her. I'm just a fr-friend- she's-"
"Man, have you seen your own reactions to my return?" smiled fondly. "Dude, if you weren't a bro, I'd fall in love" he tried to joke but failed.
Richard gasped, the cry he could control came back. Hard. But he kept silenced. He froze in his place and stared to the redhead while his tears flowed. His eyes were so hopeless it looked like someone ripped his heart from the chest. And everything clicked to Wallace West.
"I- sorry- I didn't know- I didn't want to-" Dick started to tremble so hard Wally was afraid he would cross the floor. Held his shoulders. "LOOK AT ME!" screamed scared. "I'm not going anywhere, look at me. I didn't mean that I don't- ARGH! Don't panic, I'm in trouble here too! LOOK AT ME! SHIT!" vibrated out of his immobilizing vest and ran a hand through his hair. "Can we leave this bathroom? Your leg is broken, I can't stand this smell. Don't apologize!" cut him before he could say it. "I'll ask Arty to leave. We'll talk, just us" he nodded.
Wallace dragged the brunette out of there. Looked confused to the blonde, he had no idea of how to handle that issue. On the one hand, he was flattered, at least, the other was scared. One thing he knew, Dick's feelings were unrequited. He had no idea how to explain that to him without the smaller guy have another breakdown. Sighing, he put Nightwing on the bed and turned to Artemis.
"Arty, would you care letting us alone?'
"Your vest?" she asked.
"Being inside speedforce enhanced my powers someway, I'm almost healed. I'll be alright" she faced Dick for a while.
"Will you really?' he nodded. Crock Shrugged in answer and left.
"You weren't supposed to know" Dick said, jumping to his feet, his broken leg probably was in need of a new evaluation and a miracle. But he welcomed that pain, it averted his attention from his heavy heart.
"Sit down, before this leg is beyond repair" scolded putting him again on the bed. "It should be for me not to know, but I do now. Since when?"
"Always, I guess" averted his eyes. That really was annoying Wallace, whom cupped his face and turned him.
"You collapse when I'm not around, however look anywhere but me. Kinda conflicting, aren't we? How long is this always?"
"I should be eleven or twelve. It was before the whole JLA thing" sighed. Realizing he was changing into training mode when felt Wally pinching his nose.
"Not talking to Robin-slash-Nightwing. Dick, look at me. In my eyes, stop just facing my direction. You know how that annoys me."
"It isn't easy. Do you know how I'm feeling? I lost you this past ten years more than I had you all my life. And I'm about to be rejected!" started to sob. "Don't deny. It's in the fucking eyes you keep telling me to look at! I LOVE YOU, YOU JERK!" hid his face in his palms. "Leave me alone."
"No" said softly, sitting by his side. "You'll have another breakdown. Funny how I do all the 'coming back to life' thing and you who need comfort" passed his arm around his shoulders. "Uncle Barry told me it has been five years. I don't even know how long it was to me. Around day twenty I lost count" sighed. "I didn't feel hungry. God, I just wanted a Chicken Whizees. There wasn't any evening or anything. I didn't sleep. I was counting the time in my head, second by second, minutes, hours" leaned his head on his friend's shoulder. "I thought about tons of theories, methods to come back home. All I ever wanted was to sleep, eat and talk to my best friend. So just talk to me, okay?" asked.
"Damn it. This shouldn't really be about me. How could I forget?"
"Because you are a rich, spoiled child, and I love that about you. That and how I halting my growth for five years and you cannot outgrow my chin" received a punch on the shoulder and laughed. "Midget!"
"I still can knock you down and out if you keep running your mouth, Kid Dork" mumbled.
"So, let's talk about more important things than speedforce or mixed feelings. Some movie or series I missed? Tell me they did the Enishi ark at that Rurouni Kenshin movie. Dude! I really wanna see that!"
It took some time to Dick decode what he just listened, then vaguely recalled an action Japanese movie that came from some comic book which he read as much as he read all the others his friend recommended (meaning nothing). They chit chatted almost all day. Bruce visited and was amazed how fast his son got better. The first breakdown took three days just to cease the seizures, it took months to see a faint smile on his face. But the speedster managed to get him laughing and shredding the grammar in less than one day.
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Dick woke up alone again. Count to three, mentally repeated it was all real. Wally was back, probably left for a moment. He taps into speedforce. Moment is really just a moment! Count to ten. He never came back, never laugh, never hugged you again. He's gone, for good. Screamed with all his lungs, strongly squeezing his head and shaking.
"Bathroom! Just got to the bathroom" felt his face being raised and glanced inside green eyes. That appeased Dick how could see the beds joined together, the better solution they came out. "Calmer?" asked softly.
"Y-Yup. Sorry" muttered embarrassed.
"And to think you're the older now. But keep being the cutest!" pinched his cheeks, sitting with him.
"You're the one with the puppy eyes" countered easing his breath.
"D'you wanna talk? I was suggesting to walk around pulling pranks on the heroes. But you benched till this leg gets better, so..."
"I- dunno-" looked at his friend. "Mixed feelings, remember?"
"I do still have a long list of priorities, like, games. Newest FPS? Is it worth? Or Pokémon?"
"What about Pokémon?'
"One shall not need to explain anything about the use of Pokémon on a chat, Dick" he replied really seriously. They laughed. "Artemis was seeing someone. Or is. She still didn't make her mind."
"I know" averted his eyes again.
"D'you know?"
"Yeah, she didn't come to the Arctic because of this. But dating someone isn't a problem, is it? I mean, I'm kinda dating someone too."
"Who?" Wally tried to sound the most aloof possibly however, questioned a little too fast. Since he knew the love of his best friend to him thought of himself like a god in his life. An adored, only and true existence. For some reason, knowing Richard could be dating someone seemed more foreigner to his ears than Artemis.
"Is that matter?" Wally nodded. "I can't remember her name. I was at a bar as she was. We went to a hotel, exchanged numbers. She called me a couple times. Never bother to know her name, it's not like I'm the one calling" shrugged. "It's not like I'm going to compromise in the end. I can only love you. The only one who ever made me doubt was Babs, but even she knows I'm too messed up while I can't sort my feelings for you."
"Babs? Like in Barbara Gordon? Like in Batgirl?'
"Like in Oracle" sighed. "Too much things happened."
"Too much things?'
"Joker."
"Oh" silence reigned. "I know it will sound stupid, but I do need to ask. Are you sure this is love? Couldn't you be confusing your friendship?"
"I think that in, I don't know, thirteen years I got some time to realize it isn't just a confusion" smiled in pain, thanking was dark enough to Wally no see his tears.
"I said it was stupid I just needed to be sure, geez" passed a hand on his hair. "But did you ever feel attracted by guys? I never saw you with one."
"I don't put my affairs on the spotlight. But I made out some guys. Kon-el, for example."
"Like in-"
"Conner Kent, yeah. Stop with this 'like in'. You know exactly who I'm talking about."
"But he-"
"It was before Megan. He was confused about how he felt and, I won't lie, me too. It was the first time I was attracted by some guy who wasn't a speedster, redhead, big eater and an idiot. It was awkward and we didn't do any further than a kiss in a locker room."
"Speedster, redhead, pretty and hot you meant" corrected, giving him a small push.
"Whatever make you feel better, Wall-man."
"Pretty and hot it is!" Dick snorted. "Ok, so you're bisexual."
"Don't worry, I know you're not."
"I'm not" agreed. "But it would be a fat lie if I tell you the thought of dating you isn't attractive. In a non sexual way. But it has its appeal. I've been through the worst moment of my life, and you know I had some really bad ones. But it has benn just a small look at your face and I was fine. I can laugh again. I thought that when I went sleep, I would have nightmares about the nothingness from speedforce, where the most exciting thing ever happened was when counting the seconds I finished day 1. It seems bullshit, just being bored. But after so long even counting the time. I thought I would be crazy, actually I think I began going mad. But sleeping with you in my arms all I dreamed was about the first patrol we did together – passed his arms around his shoulders again and squeezed him. "I love you, but is platonic."
"I wouldn't care" Dick sobbed, showing now, he was crying. "If I can stay with you, I wouldn't care."
"I still love Artemis."
"I wouldn't care."
"I want her" explained.
"I wouldn't care."
"I'm possessive, I wouldn't allow you to be with anybody else, even if I never could give you what you and being with other persons."
"I wouldn't care" threw himself over the other, hugging close. "I wouldn't care. I wouldn't care. As long as you stay with me, I couldn't care less."
"Dick, this is serious."
"I KNOW!" yelled, pushing him a little to look in his eyes. "I know" repeated sweetly. "I'm yours, Wallace West. Since before you even know it, I live my life for you. I'll give myself entirely to you so you can take me as you want" touched his lips with a finger, stopping him from interrupt. "I'll just ask you one thing. I want one time. I can't return to a state of mind of dying without never have been yours, of only dreaming about it. I want to know your taste, your touch, your heat, everything" touched their chests and spoke seductively in his ears, brushing his lips at his earlobes. "Take me one time and I'll be yours forever" muttered.
Wally stared the wall ahead him. How everything changed so fast. One minute they were laughing about Pokémon, next there was some sad talking, and now Richard Grayson was on his lap sensually whispering in his ears. The worse was it was working. That talk about taking, taste, touch and heat. All that was implicit and explicit made him remember there was five years since he had someone touching him. It wasn't his head thinking. It wasn't fair to Dick. Not at all.
But his body didn't hear him, pushing the guy just enough to desperately take his mouth. Felt arms strongly wrapping around him, pulling them closer, asking for more. Closed his own eyes and touched the other man, pushing him till he was laying in bed. Wanted to take it slow, but his body begged him to be fast. There was this urge on the air.
"I don't know what to do" confessed against his neck. It was good suck and nip that small piece of meat, especially when he left out such delighted sounds. Before he could grasp, he was on his back Dick riding him.
"Let me" heard him say in a husky voice. Trembled and panicked for a millisecond, something long to a speedsters. But the promise of relieving, no matter how, was way more tempting.
Pulled him down to keep kissing him. Used his own hands to touch where he could reach, but there were clothes in his way. Took off his shirt instantly, but his pants were stubbornly enduring. Take it off would involve pushing the man away and he was deliciously busy in grinding their crotches. He couldn't gather courage to stop him just to rip some piece of fabric. At the end, Wally chose push him just enough to superspeed undress them. Even Dick noticed until he was fully naked.
"They- way-" tried to explain. Bit his lower lip frustrated. "Ah, fuck it" and pulled him back into a kiss.
When they both touched skin against skin, Dick melted. Something was screaming in the back of his mind that all of it was a hallucination. He was supposed to stop and go back to reality. But he wouldn't stop for nothing in this universe. If it was some villain's trick or some illusion he would go to the very end. This was what he always wanted. He led his hand to his buttocks, trying to get ready the fastest possible before Wally could even change his mind. The other hand found a way to their shafts, already dripping precum, and caress them together. He was shaking in pleasure. Felt tears forming behind his eyes, but swallowed the cry and moaned instead.
The redhead was perplex. He was being touched by a man. A man's hard on was being rubbed against his. A man was moving above him. A man. Why the hell was it so good? Why did he feel like climaxing? Grabbed his ass, that was he noticed he was fingering himself.
"Dick" called hoarse after a particularly loud pant. "Enough. Stop teasing me" it was difficult to keep a track of thoughts.
The brunette removed his fingers from himself and pushed the other to lay down. Lifted his body and sat down on his boner. It was slow and painful, his tears escaped with the pain. Wally rose his torso immediately, cursing in his own pleasure. He pressed the body before him. He didn't think Dick would- Oh gosh, he thought he would- Oh, that was good!
"More" demanded.
Which he promptly complied with. The other moved slowly, first barely noticeable then going further, at the end they engaged an accelerated rhythm. Wally instinctively started to vibrate, what led Dick to become incoherent in his arms. He was screaming at Romani and the only thing he could distinguish was his name repeated over and over again. He could only see his eyes's white, so lost he was in pleasure. Wally absorbed that sight. The most sensual thing he ever saw. An enraptured Richard Grayson twisting his hips upon himself. Drew him closer burying his hands in his thighs speeding even more. Wally reached somewhere which made him bow while he was coming. His head almost touched the mattress. Freaking flexibility. He climaxed following him, but still he was hard.
"Sorry" muttered, cupping his buttocks and moving them slowly. "But there is so long since I did this I'll need more than one round to calm down again" kissed where he could touch motioning the man over him.
"Do you give me a bonus and ask sorry?" cackled regaining control of his movements.
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At the end were needed four times to Wallace be satisfied. They needed to do a fifth because Dick was yet to come. They slept trembling and exhausted even bothering to dress up again or clean the mess they left on the sheets. The biggest aware moment they had was take food to Wally from a small fridge in med bay. A low yelp and sounds of closing drapes awoke the boys whom entered an alert state right away.
"NO! I'LL SEE THEM FIRST! YOU GUYS COME AFTER ME!" Bart yelled desperately. "Grandpa, please! Pretty please!"
"Don't be nonsense, Bart. We all have to check them. Everybody wanna see the boys, not only you. We're all worried. Now move and let us pass."
"NO! Jaime, help!" the two inside the curtains had the decency to blush.
Wally dressed them the fastest he could. But to clean up the mess he would need to leave the drapes sanctuary. No matter how fast he got The Flash would see him. Looked astonished to his friend whom seemed to think the same.
"Did you have to do five times?" muttered, annoyed to brunette, taking advantage in Bart and Jaime trying to make the peoples' minds outside their refuge.
"Like I'm the one to blame. I asked for just one time! Once!" remarked.
"What do we do?" panicked.
"Dunno. I kinda forgot we exactly weren't in a private place" flustered.
"Let them go first, Barry. Better let Dick wake with minimal people present" Batman voiced his opinion and everyone agreed.
"Oh gosh, he knows" Dick fell back in bed. "I can die right now. Bury me, Wally. Wait! These steps. Oh no!" and palmed his face.
Just a second later the drapes were opened and a furious Bart stared at them. While Blue Beetle stood behind him with a blank smile.
"WHAT THE HELL YOU WERE THINKING? DO YOU GUYS KNOW HOW CLOSE YOU WERE OF DYING?"
"I do" Dick said through his hands. "I heard him... Damian."
"EXACT! IF I HADN'T RUN HE WOULD BE HERE FIRST! DO YOU THINK HE HAS AGE TO SEE THAT? GOD, I HAVEN'T!"
"Cariño, see? For once your show offness served the greater good" Jaime commented retracting the armor.
"NOT A GOOD TIME FOR JOKES!"
"Sorry?" Wally finally spoke. "But what is it a Damian?"
"The new Robin" everyone said. "Bruce's kid" Dick added. "And my pupil and younger brother. And Bruce will kill me for he almost get us- well- naked on a bed full of- Ah, you got it."
Wally paled. Lifted his best friend and changes the sheets dropping him again, face hidden behind his hands, but still could see his ears red. Noticed the other two interacting. Young adult Jaime muttered things between small laughs to a very irritated Bart who was pulling some herculean effort to not laugh back. They where holding hands and sometimes the Latino boy rubbed his nose or lips against the teen's cheek. Rose an eyebrow to that.
"Your luck is, since the pepper prank, grandpa's nose is not the same. Something did not heal right. And the brat is too young to figure out what this smell is, your animals! But my best wishes when you guys try to explain this to Jason and Tim" Dick mumbled, trying to bury himself in the bed.
"Jason? Like, Robin 2.0?" that worked to make Dick let his face go and threw him a batglare.
"Oh wait, this one really is new to you. He's alive again. But why my brothers came, I mean, Wally did came back, not me."
"Yeah, but they remember how mode you were when he was gone" Bart sat beside him. "Fine. Tim does, Damian was curious and Jason wanted to meet another dead person, or whatever, didn't insisted. I was to ask how you're coping. But considering how I found you guy, never mind!" Jaime sat on a chair before them.
"Just be careful to not repeat this, ese?" Dick aspect darkened.
"We won't" replied, feeling something blocking his throat and willing to cry again.
The redhead noticed Jaime looked to his own back and whispering something to it, then throwing a pitiful look to Dick.
"Well, since mi amor solved everything I'll call the guys back, ese?" get up and armored again.
"Why the armor?" Wally asked.
"Try to date Flash's grandson and you will understand" and left.
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* The loss of the sense of smell, either total or partial. It may be caused by head injury, infection, or blockage of the nose. The title should be just Anosmia. But the original, my pt-br fic, already is called Anosmia (freaking name is the same at both languages. Not my fault!) and doesn't let me use the same name. So I just added a 'the'. The choice of this name is because scent is the best trigger to memories, so after that huge trauma Dick blocked his own mind. I tried hard to not make him smell anything during the fiction (may had slipped once or twice). The physical state of anosmia isn't the main point, but which it represents.