Batman and Roy had felt that the plan was fool proof – a fake mission and capture in order to allow a much needed confrontation. The problem was when the bombs went off. Out of nowhere, just as the boys fell unconscious, Penguins crew showed up to collect the fallen sidekicks. Before the League Members had time to react they were under attack – guns blazing and people trying to hack their heads off with hooks and cleavers. By the time Batman and Red Arrow had subdued their assailants their charges were long gone.

Robin had an idea what this 'mission' was all about. Despite the fact that Roy and Bruce had not exclusively addressed the matter, it was a pretty obvious set up. Biting his lower lip, he was starting to wonder if something had gone wrong – it had definitely been more than a couple of hours and there was no sign of rescue, feigned or otherwise. They'd already worked everything out, their hands still silently clasped, so why the charade? Turning to Kid Flash, he silently wondered if his friend's padding and gauntlets still had his spare tools lodged in them.

"Strip."

"Wait – what?"

"I said strip."

"D-dude! I really don't think now is the time to-"

"Just strip! You can keep your goggles on, just take the suit off."

Hesitantly, Kid Flash began fumbling with the waist zipper of his suit. Dick quickly found himself getting annoyed, for the 'Fastest Boy Alive' he sure was taking his time. Reaching over to slap away Kid Flash's shaking hands, he unzipped him in one fluid motion as the boy squeaked out a protest. Robin could tell from the small vibrations going through Wally's body as well as the growing problem in his crotch that he had no idea what was going on – which made it equally possible that the people holding them didn't either. 'Well then, let's give them a show.'

"R-Robin? A-are you sure about this? What if Bats and-"

"We'll deal with it if it happens. Now, let's get a little more-"

Pulling the pants part of his suit down to his knees, Robin revealed the badly stretch gymnast shorts underneath; they barely covered the steadily growing organ as it constricted it in awkward ways.

"-comfortable, shall we?"

Running his fingers delicately along the mound of rock hard flesh earned him a string of colorful language from the older teen. Still trying to be the 'responsible' one but giving up in sincerity halfway, Kid Flash stammered through another complaint.

"Ah! Are you – oh science – really sure – yeeeessssssss! – want to do this?"

As a reply, Robin leaned down and bit the inside of his thigh through his underwear, causing Kid Flash to moan loudly, his hands snaking their way into his raven hair. Before he could do anything else their positions were already flipped, his lover kicking off his boots and pants while he set him down gently. Their lips smashed together, Wally's hands working their way down Dick's chest before unclipping his top and hooking his fingers into the waistband of his pants and underwear. Breaking the kiss, Dick gasped for air before pushing Wally back a little. Looking him in the eyes, slightly panicked, he asked, "How are we going to prepare me? They too my utility belt – no lube!"

"Psh! Like I'd let that stop me."

Horror seized at Robin's spine for a moment, remembering the pain from the last time they'd tried dry. Even using saliva had been excruciating. Wally could tell Dick was scared, he forgot that he hadn't done this in a while so he had no idea. Laying his cheek against Dick's, he rubbed gently before whispering, "You aren't the only one who comes prepared, babe." Pulling back to reveal the wicked smile that had spread across his face, he pulled off his right gauntlet and then his left. Reaching into the second one, he produced a travel sized bottle of lube. Robin couldn't help but just sit there and stare slack jawed at his lover as he inched back over to him.

"Really?"

"Well, sometimes I'm lonely…"

"And?"

"Sometimes I think about it on patrol."

"…Okay?"

"So I….ya know…masterbatesuperfast."

"Really?"

Robin was officially whelmed.

"Y-yeah…The lube prevents friction burn."

"Makes sense, makes sense…So…What do you think about when you do?"

Wally was bright red – even his suit and the darkness couldn't hide that. Leaning in like it was a secret, he softly whispered, "This." With one tug he had Robin's tights and boots off, exposing his hardness. He slowly worked his way down his chest, planting seductive kisses and bits along the way before finding himself face to have with his dick. Licking a line down the shaft while holding his hips in place, Dick purred and mewed beautifully as Wally blew gently on the spot. Trying to keep quiet, Dick sank his teeth into the flesh of his right knuckle while the other searched desperately beside him for something to grab onto. His toes curled while he bucked his hips against Wally's hands forcefully, Wally blew on that line again. As it twitched a in response, Dick couldn't take it any longer.

"Oh my – oh – oh! Kid Tease, just do it already!"

Smirking, Wally took the head into his mouth like a lollipop, swirling his tongue around it before taking the whole thing in. He had never been so happy for his metabolism as he was when he deep throated his best friend for the first time, discovering he had no gag reflex. He could feel the tip hit that bunch of muscles at the back of his throat, sucking harder and moving faster still as Dick stopped abusing his knuckles and began calling out Wally's name.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! Wally, why do you always seem to get better no matter – fuck!"

Humming while beginning to move his head even faster, Dick grabbed at Wally's hair, giving it a severe tug. Bringing water to his eyes in a pleasant way, Wally began cupping his balls with one hand while he worked his tongue. Focusing his attention briefly on the head, dipping semi-aggressively into the tip, Wally began vibrating. The reaction – as always – was immediate.

"Oh godohgodohgodohgodohgoooooooo – I-I'm cum-"

Before he could finish the sentence Kid Flash felt the lava hot liquid pour his mouth and down into his throat. Savoring the flavor while riding Dick's orgasm to the end, he caressed his thighs and stomach lovingly. Sucking away the last of it, he released the slowly shrinking organ and made butterfly kisses up his chest until he was back to kissing Robin's lips. Grabbing the small bottle, he began to coat his fingers with the honey scented liquid. As he worked his first finger into Dick's opening, the younger teen suddenly began to wonder something that seemed almost paradoxical.

"How have you been able to – oooooohhh – have sex for the past – mmmmm – two years? And master – ah! – bating? Isn't everything supposed to be – oh god – metal?"

Stopping mid movement, his finger only half inserted, he looked Dick dead in the eyes or the approximate equivalent due to the domino mask.

"You're really going to ask that now?"

"W-well, I'm just…curious. I-I mean, it didn't feel like metal…"