Chapter 4: Couldn't Stand The Taste

We're at a revolution

And we're baying for your blood

We're laying down the law

And your name's mud

You'd like to be a member of the human race

You want to be a good boy

But you couldn't stand the taste

Title comes from the Hoosiers' Cops and Robbers. Back from Vietnam and incredibly happy to be a part of a civilization with internet again.

Firstly, I like to say that Roy was so freaking sexy in that suit! There is just something about suits that turn good looking men into sex gods. It was great. Except, you know, Robin, Wally and Artemis were not in it. But Superboy was, and I am going to pretend that Superboy was being an overprotective brother to Megan instead of a defensive boyfriend.

Secondly, I want to apologize for all the mistakes I made in the last chapter. I only reread once before I posted it because I was lazy. When I was familiarizing myself with it, I noticed all the errors I made. I promise to be careful and keep my mistakes to a minimum.

Roy was fifteen years old when he lost his virginity.

While many people would reason that fifteen was a decent age to lose one's V-Card, it did not stop the paparazzi or the members of his private school from formulating their own inane rumors. Her name was Donna Troy, and she was the most hottest girl in school. Donna was a foreign exchange student from an island located off the coast of Greece. The name sounded oddly familiar to him, but he could never quite place where he heard it. Geography has never been Roy's best subject. They dated for three months before they slept together, and as a young boy, Roy begrudgingly admit that he had been a romantic. He had made all these plans of how their lives were going to be together. Unfortunately, Donna revealed on the morning after that her mother requested her presence at home, and it would have been selfish of her to begin a long-distance relationship. Despite his insistent begging that it could work out, her decision did not falter. Giving him a comforting last kiss, she promised to remain the best of friends.

"Oh well," Oliver told him after the breakup, "at least she wasn't after your money. She genuinely liked you, and you know what they say. It's better to have love and to lose it, than to never have love at all."

The saddest part about the whole thing was that Oliver's words were the closest thing he got for comfort. Roy's fake friends didn't understand, either. They were simply too eager to hook up with some random chick that they had forgotten the beauty of romance. They got drunk, did drugs, and sometimes Roy joined them. Back then, the drug use was recreational. He didn't move towards the hardcore stuff until later. It was guys like them that made Roy doubt the importance of having a double life. Sometimes, in Roy's darkest moments, he wondered why he wasted so much time and effort protecting the spoiled brats who had everything while others had absolutely nothing.

To distract his adopted son from his emotional baggage, Oliver encouraged Roy to focus on his crime fighting skills. Roy wasn't exactly the best sidekick, but after the break-up, he might as well have been called Robin. Taking all the energy he used to cry about Donna into protecting Star City, Roy immediately became more efficient in kicking the asses of various street scum.

Roy skills were highly reputed, and then the impossible happened.

Batman called.

Well, actually Bruce Wayne called, hoping to set a 'play-date' for his son. Dick had become awfully lonely being one of the few sidekicks (and the first) in the business. He needed someone to talk to, someone he could be himself with (even Kid Flash, one of the newbies and Robin's self proclaimed best friend, was still left in the dark). Roy was well aware of who Batman's true identity was, after a drunken slip up of Oliver's. Thank god he was there to diffuse the situation or he would be back in foster care, courtesy of Batman's wrath. While it was not for a mission or anything spectacular, it was still a hallmark moment. Batman was asking for help.

As reluctant as Roy was to spend his weekend babysitting some ten-year-old brat, he was convinced (or conned) by Oliver into agreeing. After all, no one turns down a request from Batman. The dark knight could ask a league member to take out his trash, do his laundry, and tuck him into bed at night, and refusal would still not be an option. Alas, Roy was stuck.

Threatening to burn his tickets to the My Chemical Romance Concert if he did not stop grumbling, Roy was forced to suck it up and spend some time with the little monster. While Roy expected an overly rambunctious, two-faced, spoiled brat who would horrifically demand the impossible just because he could, he was pleasantly surprised at what he got.

Roy was presented with a sweet, blue-eyed Lolita whose cockiness was overshadowed by his sense of wit. Judging from the rumors, Roy could easily concur that not only was Dick smarter than him but a much better hero and the epitome of the perfect son. He bit down his jealousy at the envious depiction he was given, and civilly introduced himself.

Immediately, Dick's eyes brightened and cheerily accepted him into the Wayne Manor. Roy had to fight down the smile forming on his lips. The boy was way too cute to be legal.

Oh right, he wasn't.

Roy would never admit it to the guys at his school, but he liked spending time with the Wayne heir. Unlike the guys and girls at his school, Dick had an opinion on everything. He knew about politics and computers and the world in general. He traveled just about everywhere and could adapt to anything he faced. He remembered traveling to Rome for a charity auction with Ollie, and being stuck watching over Dick while their guardians did god-knows-what. Dick had managed to sneak them away from their tour guide (and translator, Roy remembered bitterly) to have some good ol' Roman fun. Within an hour, Dick had picked up enough Italian to go cruising through markets, visit all the sights, and had mysteriously charmed an old couple so well that they were practically begging to keep him as their surrogate grandson. Bruce actually had to participate in a tug-a-war with the elderly locals, and he won-barely.

Dick was too lovable for his own good.

Roy always forgot that he was in the presence of a boy five years his junior when he was with Dick. Especially when they were training in the gym. There, Roy was turned into a living practice dummy every time Dick decide not to go easy on him (which, unfortunately for his pride, was often).

With each year, Dick and Roy grew further apart. Roy's hormones were growing out of control, and Dick was warming up to the new members of the sidekick squad far too much for Roy's liking. He was getting new friends, and Roy was jealous. Roy would never place any blame on Dick for his drug addiction, but he would be lying if he said the heroin wasn't used to distract him from his Dick-related thoughts that were streaming out of his control. He wasn't a pedophile; he did NOT like little boys. He liked Dick. He liked imagining how beautiful Dick would be when he was in his late teens, his twenties, his thirties. Even in Gotham, Dick would be categorized into the class of 'exotic beauty.' How much would that change when he was an adult?

Roy would give anything to return to what they once had. He wished he was younger, or at least more naive. It seemed like a dream, playing video games on Dick's bed, wrestling in his oversized gym, and Dick licking down his abs-.

Okay…something was not right with that fabulous picture.

"Oh dear, you woke up," Dick announced, mostly to himself. The brat had the nerve to sound exasperated at the revelation!

Roy delved into the depths of his mind to retrieve his lost memories. How the hell did Robin manage to knock him unconscious, get his hands tied, and place him in a rapable position? The boy wonder was good but he wasn't that good. No one was good enough to be drugged out of their sanity, and still be capable of rendering an adult male completely helpless within the blink of an eye.

"And here I was hoping that I knocked you out long enough to play," Dick mused warily. He eyed Roy like an owner whose frisky kitten had its nails trimmed, but was still causing damage to the curtains.

Okay, Roy disregarded, maybe he was that good. Seriously, for someone who was high and underage, he had some epic sexual predator skills. Shifting back and forth through his memory bank, he finally caught onto a scene that looked vaguely appropriate.

When Robin had successfully hauled Red Arrow to the ground and straddled his legs like a stripper getting paid a substantial amount for a lap dance, he decided to put his half-baked plan into action. Needless to say, he did not expect Red Arrow to be so vehemently against it. Roy ineffectively attempted to untangle the world's best acrobat without causing any major injuries. Left with no other options, he tossed the younger boy aside with a well formed judo move.

He would get over it, Roy told himself as Dick struggled to get up. Right now he had to concentrate on saving his virtue, or what was left of it. He clasped onto the side of the rock in order to pull himself up. Turning his direction to the Batman's protégé, he found that the boy was no longer in sight. Panic ran through him. Dick could be anywhere. The little ninja could be running through the caves, into unknown fatal danger for all he knew!

"Looking for me?" Dick questioned from behind.

Oh shit.

Roy was greeted by a stunning sidekick that successfully knocked him several feet back. Dick was always the better close combat fighter. Before he could recuperate, Dick charged forward to slam his body against the side of the cave. To oppose him, Roy flipped the oddly un-disadvantaged boy over and struggled to get away. Unfortunately for him, Dick counteracted this by handing out a low kick to his knees. Roy tumbled backwards with the side of his head hitting the cave walls.

"Oops, I guess I was a little rough," Dick admitted pettily.

Those were the last words Roy heard before he blacked out.

Well, Roy thought, that pretty much explained why I woke up to this. Held against his will by an evil (and horny) genius.

"Stop being so dramatic! All you have to do is be a good boy for me, Roy," Dick advised cheerily. He massaged Roy's back tenderly. It was probably his less than sane way of offering a peace treaty. Leaning down, Dick sweetly kissed Roy's chapped lips and smiled against the Navajo's skin. He trailed down his neck till he got lower and lower.

For a split second, Roy pushed back his weak urge to refuse. Then, he gave up. Let Dick do what he wanted. He would probably want it, anyways. Dick enthusiastically took advantage of Roy's clever choice. Pushing him down smoothly, Dick continued his vicious molestations. His teeth caught the tip of Roy's zipper and pulled it down eagerly. Every notch reminded Roy of how lucky he was that Dick was stuck with him for the drug bust. His imagination had yet to produce such accurate images of a wanton Dick Grayson. He could imagine that soft, wet pink tongue sweeping against his cock, and swirling it while it was inside his hot mouth.

He was a very lucky man. If it were Aqualad or Superboy, they would have ferociously fought against such temptation. Wally would have spent hours running away from Dick, while the poor boy futilely chased after him. Such cruel men! How could they deny such a darling exquisiteness?

Because they are good guys, his subconscious told him.

The zipper was midway past its opening when Roy came to his senses. There was no way that he could allow himself the pleasure at the cost of his integrity. He had betrayed Dick's trust with the drugs, and he wasn't going to do it again when Dick was out of his right mind.

Placing his hand over Dick's, he attempted to bring the young boy to reason. This time, he felt he could actually make a difference. This time, he would be firm on his decision. This time, Dick will listen to him.

"Dick, I said no. I don't want you."

Dick froze; flabbergasted at being told he could not get what he wanted. Silence engulfed the area, and Roy made his way back up. Dick's figurative guns seemed to have back down and the strength he used to hold Roy down lessened. His eyes were covered by the mask but Roy could almost feel his displeasure. The boy was actually sulking and…was that a tear?

The waterworks dropped steadily. "Y-you don't want me?"

Roy sighed and guilt stirred within his stomach. "Robin..."

"Is there something wrong with me?"

"Robin…please"

"I thought you always hated me."

"Rob-Dick...please don't cry. I didn't mean it like that."

"How many ways can 'I don't want you' mean?" he asked pitifully.

"It means I don't want you to sully yourself like this. You're too precious to lose your virginity in a cave with a guy you can barely remember. I care about you too much to let it happen."

"So you do want me? You don't think I'm unattractive because I'm acting like a baby." Dick asked meekly. The tears kept falling at an excessive rate.

Roy sighed. He was so going to hell. "Yes, Dick, I do want you and I will always find you attractive, even when you cry."

Dick's hand messily wiped his tears but to no anvil. He sunk into Roy's neck instead where Roy felt obliged to hold him tenderly. It felt nice to hold Dick's petite body against his own, and he finally felt at peace. Things would get back to normal, and Red Arrow could continue to find his team instead of fighting off the advances of a horny thirteen year old.

"Roy?"

"Yeah, Dick?"

"I wasn't crying," Dick revealed as the sounds of a masterplan was unraveled.

Fuck his life.

Dick ripped off Roy's pants savagely and gripped his cock with a threatening (but oddly exciting) manner. He smiled sadistically, and creepily ran his fingers up and down Roy's chest. Despite how sinister the entire situation turned out to be, Roy could not help but get aroused. The whole dominatrix thing always got him oddly hot.

Focus, Roy thought obsessively, focus on the incredibly scary bird assaulting you. "Dick, we talked about this-"

"Keep still and no one gets hurt."

Yeah, he was going to get raped. He was going to get raped, and everyone will still blame him for it. Law and Order: SVU never had an episode like this to educate the populace. He could only watch in semi-erotic horror as Robin undid his pants and sleeked up Roy's cock.

After his parents died, his tribe leader died, Donna left, his fantasies about Dick, and his drug use, Roy sometimes doubted his ancestors really cared about him. He wondered if the tales about his native spirits were really true. Now, Roy was a full blown believer.

Roy knew that his spirit guardians were faithfully watching over their child. As the elixir of life poured from the sky, he gleefully thanked the gods of his tribe for sending him such a divine gift and message.

After all, who else would send a brigade of running water crashing from the rooftop?

His people may be slow, but they were certainly listening.

This chapter is completely Dick and Roy. I'm not sure if Roy's outfit had a zipper because if he did, why is no one unzipping it? The next chapter will be completely Megan and Artemis with a little Kid Flash. Afterwards, Kid Flash will finally join with Dick and Roy once again.