A/N: I just can't stop throwing shit at the fan, guys. Sorry. "Mi compaƱera" is supposed to mean "my mate" but I can't trust Google Translate now so when you see Jaime call Bart that, just know what it means. But HOLY SHIT THAT EPISODE YESTERDAY. MY FEELS WERE EXPLODING ALL OVER THE DAMN PLACE AND JAIME'S SASSY LITTLE COMMENTS JUST BLEW UP MY OVARIES AND FINALLY SOME BLUEPULSE. AND I TOTALLY CALLED KHAJI DAH BEING A GOOD GUY. Ahem, sorry. I just loved the episode so friggin' much. I am so so sorry about the delayed update again. Stuff has been happening at school and my mum has some boob problems and yeah -.- Oh well. Anyways, sorry again. This has some fluff (suprisingly) so beware of my exploding feels.

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice.

The short ginger thrashed wildly in the iron arms constricting him, kicking and flailing as an attempt of escape. He was screaming at the top of his lungs for help but, seeing as most of his teammates were laying unconscious on the floor and the rest were fighting uselessly against the traitor, no one came to his aid. How Blue Beetle managed to hold Impulse in one arm and fight off the whole team with the other, Bart would never know, but he did with surprising strength. The speedster pushed at Jaime's armor clad arm, yearning to get free, but the Mexican's grip on him only tightened. He yelled out for help again, but the last person standing, Robin, fell to the floor in a heap of limp limbs just as he did so, smothering the flame of hope Bart had for a rescue.

Jaime stood still for a moment, completely unnaffected by the protesting boy in his hold, and admired his work. He wasn't proud that he had to take down his friends in order to run. No, he had actually grown quite fond of them, but it was necessary. They would never have let him leave, especially with Bart. Speaking of his mate...

Impulse cried out, struggling against the Latino boy and hitting him pathetically, trying to ignore the chuckles that came from Jaime's mouth. The taller boy wrapped both arms around the ginger's midsection, constricting his arms at the same time. He hugged him tightly to his chest and nuzzled his armored face into the crook of Bart's neck, smiling when the green eyed boy's breathe hitched. "Blue..?"

"Mi compaƱera," He whispered huskily against his pale skin. "You need to stop fighting this."

"But...It's not you! It's the Reach controlling you!" He twisted and turned in the embrace he was trapped in. "Look what they made you do to our friends! Please, just put me down."

Jaime ignored his pleas and brushed his chapped lips across his neck, which seemed to hum in response. Finding a suitable place, Jaime concentrated his attack there, opening his mouth slightly to suck on the flesh before him. Bart gasped in surprise and froze, stunned by his friend's actions. "Wha-what are you doing?"

"Marking my territory." He murmured.

Jaime bit down lightly, just enough to bruise, and traced the pattern with his tongue. He wasn't doing this for fun, though it was extremely fun, but to show the Reach that yes, Bart was his mate and no, they could not hurt him. The hickey would prove that Impulse belonged to Blue Beetle and that the aliens were not allowed to harm him in any way. Besides, Bart needed to know who he answered to.

After a moment, Jaime detached his lips from Bart's neck and held him out at arms length, the younger boy's feet dangling as he admired him. A large, red and purple stain sat directly above his collarbone, yelling to the world that he was already claimed. Jaime liked it. He liked it alot. Like when a child in school had done great on an assignment, the teacher praising the paper and showing it off to the class, and all the child could think about was how great it felt that everyone could see their name on it. He felt the same with Bart. He wanted to show the amazing, wonderful man off to the entire world with his name worn proudly on him.

Bart cringed at the predatory look the Mexican was giving him, his eyes raking over him in an unsettling way. Bart wouldn't have minded the undressing you with my eyes stare if it had been his Jaime, but this wasn't his Jaime. This was the Reach's Jaime. And the Reach's Jaime scared him. He shivered and tore his gaze from the monster's familiar face, instead choosing to weakly glare at the fallen body of Beast Boy. Why don't you just get up already? Instead of saving me you're just going to take a nap? Oh, real crash, Gar. Real crash.

Blue Beetle smiled warmly, succumbing to the pride bubbling in his chest. His family would be taken care of, Bart would be his lover, and he would be important. Wanted. Needed. Jaime would provide for his family and Bart, and his mother could finally stop working so hard. She could take the break everyone knew she deserved, and all of her worries would be gone. Jaime wanted to do this for his mother, for his beautiful baby sister, and the scarred ginger he was holding. Was holding...

"Shit."

He whipped around, firing a large metal staple that peirced the unmoving air and stabbed into a wall. Bart got caught inbetween it and was flung into the wall, his body hitting aginst the cement roughly. He yelped, his eyes wide and pleading as he stared at Jaime with a 'kicked puppy' look. "Blue, please! Just let me go!"

He didn't want to go to the Reach. He was terrified by them, tortured by them, broken by them. He couldn't go through that again...He would rather die than be dragged to the hell he was certain would be waiting for him. And as the armor clad teen stepped towards him, moving slowly like an animal stalking his prey, Bart noticed just how much he'd prefer death than returning to his future nightmares. He couldn't live with knowing Jaime was corrupted, that he failed all of mankind, that all of his hard efforts in going back in time and saving people were just not enough. He just couldn't. So he wouldn't.

"Now why would I do that?" Jaime asked curiously, his accent curving his words to sound much darker than he meant. "I want you to be with me, to follow me. Bart, don't fight this...I'm doing this for us-"

"For us? If you truly like me-"

"Love."

"-love me as much as you-Wait, what?"

God, that boy was so damn adorable. His face immediately softened into one of affection and suprise, his bright green eyes electric and a pink tinge painted across his face. The blush reached the tips of his exposed ears, blending into the red of his hair, and accented his pale features cutely. His mouth opened and closed, unsure of what words to form, and he stared at Jaime with such an...undescribable expression that it caused the older boy to melt into a pile of goo.

But what if Bart didn't feel the same way?

Well, he really didn't care. The adorable boy, man, didn't have to say it back. Especially at that time, surrounded by their fallen friends, but Jaime wanted him to know how he felt. It was important to him that he did. Maybe then Bart would understand his actions. Jaime smiled warmly, taking another step towards the pinned boy. "I said I love you."

"If you really did, you wouldn't do this."

Something snapped in Jaime then. He didn't know if it was Bart not repeating that four letter word, said boy not submitting himself to Jaime, or just his refusal. But it started a roaring tidal wave of fire in his heart, that rushed through every limb and overthrew any sensible thought in his rushing mind. He could feel the adrenaline pumping in beat with his fast pacing heart, the burning sensation in every organ, and the pangs of hurt in his chest. Was this rejection? Blue Beetle would not tolerate that.

"What makes you think you have a say in this decision?"

He was in his face in a flash, nose to nose with the short boy. His breathing was fast and puffed out onto Bart's face, which contorted into fear. He whimpered, his bottom lip trembling as Jaime snarled in his face. Blue didn't know how long he could tame the rage that screamed and punched at his protective walls, but he knew his barracades wouldn't last forever. And he didn't want to break the crying boy pinned to the wall more than he already was-

A shrill pang yelled over Jaime and Bart's breathes, and the Mexican teen fell limply to the floor with it. Mal stood behind where Bart's boyfriend was just moments before, the Gaurdian's helmet in his shaking hands. Bart sobbed dryly as the African American made quick work of helping him get out of the staple prison, and couldn't stop his wails and tears when he was free. Eventually Black Canary awoke, and rocked him back and forth to stop his cries. But he let his own walls down when they dragged Jaime away, to lock him away like some criminal, and cried with all of his young heart exposed. He sniffled and let hot, wet tears roll down his face as the blonde bird held him. No one judged his sudden weakness though.

After all, he was only a child.

A/N: I am so so so sorry for the damn update issues! I love you all with a passion but it's difficult with my schedule...I will still try for y'all though! Anywho, next update will be extremely soon because I feel bad about the long wait. Please, leave a review! Even if you already have leave another telling me about wht you liked so I know more of what to write? Please? Thanks for reading!