AN: Ok.. I couldn't go through one multi-chapter-fic without sexy-times. Oh well. There's sorta a point with this one I suppose.
Triggers- Male/male/underage/crazy-people
'specially in this chapter.
Vixen turns the monitor off when clothes started to come off. She was a bit embarrassed but looks towards the others with a serious expression on her face.
"I don't think we should continue this." She said, "He's really losing it."
Cyborg shifts a little through the paperwork, "You're afraid he'll turn into a 'Sibyl' aren't you?"
"Sibyl?" J'onn frowns looking at the three other occupants in the room, "What does he mean? A seer?"
John shakes his head running his hand over the short cropped hair, "No. I haven't heard that in a long time. Do you really think he'll develop it?"
"At the rate she's going about it, I would say so." Vixen grumbles.
"Can someone tell me what a Sibyl is?" J'onn didn't like to be ignored but he wanted to know. Earth had so many terms for so many things that who knows what was what?
Cyborg answers, "It's a story based on a true case about a patient named 'Sibyl." He barely glances up from his work, "Sibyl had what was commonly called then a multiple personality disorder- what we call now a 'dissociative identity disorder' or something like that. "
J'onn raises a brow for him to explain more.
"Basically, she's got other personalities different then her own that live inside her." He told him but frowns, "Well not 'live' really but they're different aspects that were suppose to protect the original personality because it couldn't handle trauma. In Sibyl's case, she had at least 13."
"Thirteen?" John frowns. "When I read the book, it was more than that. At least seventeen I think."
"Well, I saw the movie but the results are the same." Cyborg told him, "What Vixen's trying to imply is that Aqualad could very well at this point split his personality to protect himself from what we're trying to show him. From all the accumulated data we have, he might be close to his breaking point if we send Onyx in again."
J'onn ponders that, "What if I help him in this time?"
"What do you mean?"Vixen frowns a little more wondering what this could do.
"As you know my abilities allow me to slip inside the minds of others." He told them, "I could very well find Aqualad and together repair his issues internally."
"that is if you get him to agree to this." John sounded skeptical, "But, if Cyborg is right about the reports, then we should do it."
"Do you think he'll agree to something that invasive?" Vixen tilts her head slightly. It sounded good but at the same time..
"He will if we tell him that it's the only way to prove if we're lying or not." Cyborg told her, "If anything in all this, he'll want to do it just to prove us wrong."
"Roy.." He shivers, rocking his hips harder against him, his head bowed against Roy's shoulders with his heart beating faster then he thought was possible outside of a battlefield. He gasps as another sensation ran through him, Roy's holding him tighter muttering something.
"I love you." The memory- image- bubbles up suddenly without warning causing him to groan in response. The feelings associated it was overwhelming.
"Fuck, Kal-! "
"Harder-!"
He opens his eyes and saw them. The perfectly semi-circled teeth marks on Roy's shoulder. It was irrational, but he could feel something possessive and angry stir within him at the sight. No, he was-
"Mine"
It..can't be him but he was moving, his lips drifting closer to those marks. He had to see...had to before he was truly swept away by the intense pleasure that seemed to have captured him.
Roy's eyes snaps open then flutter close with a deep groan at the pain that only made this better, made him lose whatever tedious control he had and simply thrusts harder and more vigorously then before panting. "Fuck..Kal.."
He couldn't say anything, his moans are muffled by Roy's shoulder, his legs grip him harder as he came, pressing closer, pulling him closer wanting so much to be apart of something and feeling...
..feeling loved.
"Roy, I love you."
He closes his eyes at the voice- his voice- trying to calm his rapid heart beat as he lays there for a long time. Skin damp with sweat and other fluids as he removes his mouth from Roy's shoulder and finds, in a strange detached way, that the teeth marks matched perfectly.
They've done this before...?
He listens silently as Roy catches his breath, still pining him to the ground as aches from what they've just done beginning to make themselves known. Particularly his side.
That's right, something cracked there but they treated it as best they could.
Not that he cared.
Belatedly- perhaps even mournfully- he realizes that he cannot return home. Not like this. Not after this. Not because he's attached to this red head but because he's become the thing his father hates.
The sudden realization of that, he felt like his heart stopped and the feelings associated with ever failing his father comes up. He pushes them away. He tries to bury them deep inside again along with everything else.
It's really no use though. His eyes sting again and he closes them tightly to will it away. Weakness. That's all he's ever shown since he's gotten here. So much so, it's a wonder why he even thought his father would come for him.
He's gay. Not only is he gay, he's slept with the enemy.
Nothing but the death of Aquaman and his family would ever redeem him in the eyes of his father.
He bites his lower lip and thought about it. Yes, to stop all this..madness..he'll have to do that.
But such thoughts scatter when Roy kisses him bringing all sorts of other feelings to the surface that warms him from the inside out. Distracts him from contemplating murder.
For now, it's enough.
Later on, he's listless for the time being because Roy had left and they weren't going to let him out any time soon. That was fine, really it was. The slow pounding of his head helps him think along with the aches and pains his body was now experiencing.
He felt absolutely nothing when they watched him bathe for the day, or when he dressed and ate the bland food. He doesn't care if they're watching because he's waiting. Waiting for the right time.
Still, he's disturbed when he sees the green girl- M'gann- show up with his tray this time.
"What do you want?" The plastic container of water wasn't far from him, but he turns his head. He had a lovely new addition to his wardrobe since that morning. Two rubber-like bracelets that inhibited his powers.
He's certain they had gotten it from that thief.
"I..I just thought you would be hungry." She brushes her red hair back.
His eyes narrow a little, "You are such a foolish creature."
"What's that suppose to mean?" She felt defensive. Aqualad would've never spoken to her like that. He had always been...
"It means, you have no redeemable qualities within your personality." He answers shifting a little, "You just want to please people. Your worth is determined by others. If they find no value in you, then you have no point in even existing."
She swallows, holding back tears she felt and hurt before setting the tray down harder then she meant. "You...You don't mean that. If you did, then why did you hesitate back then? When you set the fire?"
He allows a faint smirk of amusement he didn't feel. "To see if you were really set aflame."
It was true, he did to see if they were really on fire or not. As for the intention, however...well he won't tell her that he had the impulse to help. Let her think whatever it was that made him stop be either 'kindness' or 'cruelty'.
He really doesn't care what she thought anyway. His father had once said that people like that are only good for one thing and that's to serve.
He turns his head, "Unless you wish for more abuse on your person, leave."
She did just that, closing the door behind her but sniffles as she lets her guard down flying away.
She's confused too, because she remembers clearly the petrified screams and flashes of things she still cannot decipher right now of him. M'gann can only conclude it really was torture to make him like that.
It had to be.
He opens his eyes again, dreams loosely swam together in his mind. He believe it though, that they had to be falsely implanted even though part of him thinks that it could be a bit far fetched.
Especially because of the bite on Roy's shoulder. It matched perfectly. That's what really scares him to be honest. That it matched.
Actually a lot of things scare him right now but he felt as if he didn't have the energy to do anything else but sit there with his back against the wall, legs sprawled before him and stare at the door.
He was determined not to do this again. Not to go through with that woman's exercise. He couldn't deal with it and surprisingly calm as he was, he decided that if he had to- he'll simply commit suicide.
It would probably be the most honorable thing he could do for his Father.
He watches dispassionately, as the door slides open again and the green man- must be some relations to that girl- slips in easily enough.
Wonderful.
He closes his eyes, why couldn't they just let Roy come back? He got on well with that one. Still, his stomach was turning in on itself and he had just noticed that he hasn't eaten anything all this time.
So did that mean a day has passed?
He couldn't really tell time in this place. It's all the same really he could only guess-
"I know you are awake, Jackson."
His eyes slide open and he tilts his head back to look at him. "I never pretended otherwise. My Father does not tolerate lies." He closes them again, "However, your people seem to thrive on them."
"We are not lying to you." J'onn told him, "However, we've come up with a solution to both your and our problem."
"Oh? More trickery?"
"No, you will be conscious through it all." J'onn walks closer, "With your permission, I will enter your mind- with you- and we will get to the truth of the matter. It will tell you once and for all if your memories of your time here are real or false."
He frowns sitting up more with his gaze locked on the green man before him, "How do I know you will not turn me into one of their slaves? Only, I will not know it and will be doubly eager to please."
"As you can tell, I am not from Earth. Rather I am from Mars, as is another here. We take the invasion of a mind seriously and it will be beneath me to do such things without your permission."
He purses his lips for a moment before finally standing, "Very well, Martian. I will see what you can do. If I am correct in my beliefs- well..that knowledge alone is victory in itself."
"You do not wish to be free?"
He only gives him a mirthless smile, "Spoiled goods are nothing if they are not able to make themselves worthwhile."
J'onn has no idea what that meant, however he escorts the young teen out. He wonders, though, while watching him walk ahead of him as to when the boy had gotten taller.
Perhaps they enacted this plan just in time.
AN:
Sibyl is a real book/movie based off the case. The version I saw was the 1976 movie. I never read the book but I thought it would be nice to toss it in.