A/n: Right then. Here's our next chapter and the best one yet. Please enjoy. *bow*
Virgil limped over to Hotstreak, no, Phoenix and grabbed the five wielder by the arm to haul him to his feet. They looked at the creatures, now corpses, that littered the space ship. Batman and Nightwing were just a ways away, supporting each other as well. Flash was being held carefully by the Green Lantern and Diana was walking on her own, the ever proud princess that she was.
Virgil didn't really care about the dead bodies, he wanted to get his companions home and get himself back to his lover, but… how could he when they still had a shit tone of work to get done here. Looking towards Earth, Virgil sighed. Just little longer, Richie. Just a little while longer.
Richie shifted in his bed and grabbed his phone. It was ringing loudly in his all to quite apartment, "Hello?"
"Richie, what's going on, man."
Richie groaned and silently cursed the man who had put Tech on the Earth, "What do you want, Tech?"
"Whoa, whoa! Chill, dude! I think I found the antigen you need to keep that baby of yours alive." Richie sat up.
"You better not be fucking with me."
"Chill, man! I think I found it. You'll have to tell me, cause I don't know what's missing from his body, but this looks like what you described to me." Richie looked at the clock.
"I'll be there in thirty. You better not be fucking with me."
"Dude, I don't play on that team. Dick ain't my preference." Richie rolled his eyes and slammed the phone down on the receiver. This could be what he needed, but if it wasn't, he didn't know what else to try but the bang gas. That was all he had left at this point.
Virgil looked over the ocean of Mirus, the planet they had just saved, and felt himself missing home. This planet was beautiful, splendid even, but it wasn't Earth. It didn't have the heat of a sunny day in Dakota or the cold of a clam winter. This planet wasn't like his home, but it was nice to visit.
A soft knock came to his door and Nightwing stepped in. Virgil smiled softly, "Hey, Dick." Richard smiled and came to rest on the window seat next to Virgil.
"You look cold."
"It's kinda cold in here, but I'm fine." Richard slid his arm around Virgil and pulled the other man closer. Virgil couldn't help but relax into the heat. It felt so good to be snuggled into someone he trusted. Virgil slid his arms around Richard's back, "It's lonely here. The people are all so quiet, distant, I don't the King and his Queens have been affectionate to each other. I don't really like it here." Richard smile and played with Virgil's hair.
"That's just how they are here. Earthlings are far more accustomed to being close and affectionate, these people are probably a little different behind closed doors. There are children here, so I'm assuming sex or some form of reproduction happens here." Virgil sighed and pulled Richard closer to his body. The blue eyed hero smiled softly, tipped Virgil's chin up and placed a warm kiss on the sweet and tender lips that parted softly in question.
Richard slid his tongue into Virgil's mouth and almost moaned in pleasure. The other male was perfectly warm, soft and docile. Richard almost couldn't get enough. Richard would have pillaged that mouth for longer, but he wanted to hear Virgil's response. He pulled away and looked into those brown chocolate pools, "Dick… I can't… Rich-"
"Is a liar. He should have called you, or came looking for, but he didn't. He didn't care."
Virgil pulled away, "He had a right to be angry! I should have told him about the stupid letter and what my plans were! He was my boyfriend, and we'd promised to be there for each other and help each other with our problems! I never told him! I wasn't open with him! He had every right to be mad!"
"He wasn't open with you about his suicidal thoughts, or that he'd found the letter. You didn't know until it was to late and he lost control of his emotions. If he'd loved you so much he would have said something. Doesn't that seem like the perfect excuse to brake up?" Richard was making perfect sense. Virgil bit his lip and pondered that idea for a moment before shaking his head.
Virgil spoke softly, "Richie doesn't tell when he's upset. I don't either. We're funny like that. We don't lie to each other, not after the Ragtag incident, and we weren't scared to be affectionate in public. It was all about us. We were doing what we needed to do to support each other. We've always been that way. Richie… he had a reason, and it was good one."
Richard blinked bordly, "And that reason was?"
Virgil looked up at Richard with a small smile, "He didn't want to keep me from my dream. He wanted me to take the opportunity he wasn't ready for. Of course he was mad, but he ended it so I wouldn't feel bad about leaving. He just didn't know that I wasn't sure I was going to take the opening. I was still pretty young." Richard nodded coldly and continued to hold Virgil until they both fell asleep.
"Tech… you're a genius! That's it! Where did you find it?!" Richie looked beyond hopeful.
Tech laughed at his friend and pulled an Alva made jar from the sub-zero freezer next to him, "It's a bio-chemical in woman that help the babies live both in and out of the womb. I don't know how it does it, but I noticed that the walls of placenta were coated the same liquid as a newborn's organs for the first week of birth. It's a nutrition thing, helps their bodies accept food that hasn't been filtered like when they were in the womb. It's need or the baby will die of starvation."
Richie smiled, "How much? How much to I need to make him stable?"
"A tablespoon should do it. This jar would make well over one hundred bio-engineered children stable enough to live happily. I'll give you the whole stash of it. Keep it frozen and it'll last forever." Richie smiled and reached for his wallet. It had the business card that the league had given him. Tech grabbed Richie's wrist, "This isn't for the government, Rich. This is for you and Virgil. I owe you both, all of us in the Night Breed do. This stuff didn't cost me anything and I want to see it make you both as happy as Nightingale and I are. You deserve this, Richie."
Richie smiled and placed a light kiss on Tech's lips. It had been a long time since their relationship as lovers had fallen through, but the love was still there, different, but there. Tech smiled too, "Thank you. I really wouldn't be anywhere without you and Gale. This project took everything I had to accomplish. Thank you."
Tech laughed, "Dude, that's what we do. Conceder us your fairy god parents!" the two men laughed together.
Two months. Virgil had been gone two months and he was missing Richie like crazy. He only had one more Earth month left on this planet and then he could go home and keep Richie in bed for a week or two. He missed his lover and he wanted the man to stay in his arms until Virgil absolutely needed to let go. Just one more month.
Virgil growled. He wasn't even needed here, the Elders of the League were taking care of the negotiations and treaty and such. He had no purpose here at all. He laid on the bed he'd been given and watched as the ceiling above him changed colors, some of them he recognized, others he'd seen, and some were just a mystery. He had no idea that these colors really existed, but he didn't really care about the colors. His door opened and Richard entered again.
"You look happy."
"Two months, one day, four hours, twelve minuets and something seconds."
Richard raised an eyebrow, "Excuse me?"
"That's how long we've been here."
The Night Bird blinked, "You've been counting?"
Virgil nodded, "I miss Richie." Richard nodded and sat the bed next to the glaring Virgil, "And this ceiling makes me feel high." Richard tipped his head and laughed at the changing colors. It did give you the impression you were on something. Acid maybe.
"I don't think you can really blame the ceiling." Virgil snorted, "I really doubt the ceiling chose to change colors on it's own."
"You don't know that."
"No, but I'm guessing."
Virgil sat up and got really close to Richard, "Why are we here? Not one of us is allowed in the conference room. I want to go home."
The blue eyed male carefully removed Virgil's hands and smiled at him, "It's always been this way. We're the insurance policy. If we try anything, then you, Hotstreak, and I are killed. Simple as that." Virgil blinked, "Bruce never does anything wrong. We're fine."
Virgil sighed and fell back on the bed, "What if he does screw this up?" Richard was holding Virgil down to the bed before the African American hero could move.
"Then I guess I should tell you that I think I'm falling for you." Virgil stared at Richard in surprise.
"W-wha?"
"I'm falling in love with you."
Virgil flushed slightly, his normally dark cheeks turning slightly pink, "Oh."
Richard laughed softly, "Sorry. It just seemed like-"
"Is that why you were dissing Richie the other night?" Richard nodded. Virgil bit his lip and looked at the man on top of him. Richard Grayson was handsome, successful and definitely a catch by anyone's books. He'd been the Lost Pray back when his girlfriend was the other wordily beauty, Kori Anders; then he came back on the market, but he was the Most Eligible Bachelor. No one could catch his eye, and now Virgil had caught, not just his eye, his heart.
Virgil knew this wasn't something to shrug off and ignore, but Richie was his lover. It had always been about Richie. Always. Having a new person and new feelings in the bowel made this whole situation into a whole new one. This wasn't about High School crushes, or old wet dreams. Things were difference and love was involved now.
Virgil slid his hand into the long black hair and kissed his other admirer. The kiss was sweet and loving, but it was missing something, something he couldn't place. Richard smirked and deepened the kiss. Virgil felt himself growing hard and heard Richie's voice, "It's not about the sex, it about the commitment." That's right. The commitment. Virgil wanted to feel that bond with Richard, and he wanted it to form as soon as possible.
Richard smiled and undressed the both of them quickly. His hand sliding down to introduce itself to Virgil's manhood. The hard cock was thrust into his hand when the fingers traced the head lightly. Virgil whimpered softly as Richard became obsessed with teasing the sensitive organ. Blue eyes watched dark skinned hips thrust erotically as his thumb rubbed the tip of the throbbing erection.
He loved that Virgil was submitting to him, rolling over and letting him do as he pleased. He doubted that Richie had control over Virgil like this. The blond boy was a sorry excuse of a lover. He seemed like the man-whore push over type to Richard, and that meant that he was worthy of a true hero like Virgil. No one deserved to be with Virgil, no one except him, and he planned to make the electrified man see things his way. After all, Richie wasn't a good guy anymore, not after all those killings.
Virgil suddenly came with a moan and a hard thrust to Richard's hand. Richard licked some of the semen off his hand and grimaced. It was salty and slimy, not his favorite combination. He smeared the liquid on his fingers and traced a finger down Virgil's hardening shaft, over the taunt balls and between warm ass cheeks to a small puckered entrance. The first finger made Virgil scrunch his noise like a rabbit, the second made him wiggled and the third caused him to arch in a pleasing pain.
Richard smirked and forced Virgil to beg him for sex by testing out what he'd gathered from books and Raven's never ending knowledge. When he tapped Virgil's prostate the darker hero gasped and arched and screamed out in pleasure. Richard leaned down, "Scream my name and I'll give you what you want." Virgil's rational mind kicked in and he knew something wasn't right about this. Dick gave another tap to Virgil's prostate and the hero gave in.
"Richard!"
Richie looked at the notes he compiled and tapped the glass container in front of him. This green gel would give him a child, one he wanted. Richie may have been against kids when he was younger, but seeing Sharon's son and playing with him had broken that. He wanted a child, even if this one the only one and even if Virgil refused to stay with him. He wanted this kid and he had the funds to support it. He had a lot of money, and it was all to raise his child. Their child, his and Virgil's little boy, Riley.
"Hey, Foley." he turned to see one of his co-workers standing behind him, "Some lady is here saying she wants to talk to you. Told me to tell you that her name was Oracle." Richie felt his heart drop into his stomach. He knew who she was, but what could she want?
Richie stood up and straitened his jack. He grabbed the canister and slid it back into the sub-zero freezer next to his desk, "Thanks, Berks." the man shrugged and wondered off. Richie walked towards the conference room and hesitated outside it's door way. His heart was pounding in his chest. Richie knocked softly before opening the door.
Barbra sat in one of the meeting chairs reading files that Richie knew very well. They were his files, the ones he had on his powers, on Riley, on Static and on the Bang Babies. Her blue eyes looked at him coldly, "You know, I could have given all of this to Dick. Let him suck you dry and leave you a heart broken husk while he made away with Virgil's heart, but then I remembered why I became Batgirl all those years ago." Richie swallowed thickly, "I took on a mask and a name so that I could protect people and help those who needed it. I've read these files a million time, destroyed the hard drive I used to store them on, broke the printer I used to make solid copies and destroyed the computer I used to hack your files. Your computer, Backpack, and these are the only copied in existence. These can be easily destroyed."
Richie shifted, "Why do this for me?"
"You love him." Richie blinked, "You've done all of this for him. Made your powers manageable, created a way for men to have children with their homosexual partners, and made everything about being Static a hundred times safer. You love him unconditionally, thoroughly and happily. You don't care if he's with you or just a friend, you share in a secret that no other civilian can.
"I'm doing this because Richard is being cold and selfish. I have fake documents ready for him and I've got you marked as innocent. He won't find anything. I won't let him ruin your surprise." Richie smiled and leaned against the table.
"Give me a request and we'll see if I can grant it."
She raised her eyebrow, "I don't want any-"
"I'm doing this because I want to. Plus, Riley is ready whenever I am. I need a new project."
The woman smiled faintly and ducked her head, "You know what happened?"
"I do."
"Can you… can you make it so that these fake, skin tight, mechanical bones are no longer necessary?" Richie smiled and bowed lowly.
"Your wish is my command."
a/n: I hope you enjoyed this chapter of It's Coming Around. Thank you for reading. *bow*