Sorry this is late for the actual day of silence, guys, but it took a lot longer to get the idea through my head than I thought it would. The fanfiction went down, and I decided to change it from a drabble to a lemon to pass the time. And THEN I... realized I suck at lemons and I'm sorry don't even read this peice of shit ( I only post it because I want record of how horrid I am.
Speedy/Aqualad, in case you couldn't tell.
Flashing red lights and the blaring of the alarm. Titans East jumped from their recreation and to the monitor to evaluate the situation. Bank robbery, with hostages, apparently, so they had to be careful. A glance between the five, a nod, and off to the fight.
"Nobody MOVE! I will kill her!" The woman sobbed silently in the arms of the masked robber, feeling the gun to her head. There was a rush of air, and the gunman was left without a weapon, holding a banana. Speedy fired off a few arrows that deployed nets, capturing one of the dozen crooks. Bumblebee flew in, sending bursts of electricity and powerful kicks toward those rushing her. Aqualad was helping evacuate, using shields made of water to catch the bullets.
Bumblebee gasped as a bullet tore through her wing, making her flight labored. Mas and Menos barreled into the shooter, sending him into a wall. Bee took the moment he was stunned to slap on handcuffs. That made two down, ten to go.
Another went for the fleeing civilians. That lasted for all the two seconds it took for a water cooler to tie him up. Speedy took down two with a targeted line; a third fell from a kick to the spine.
The rest realized they were beaten and started to run, only to get tied up by cables at high speed by the twins. As the crooks were handed over to the police, the team exchanged relived smiles. Speedy wrapped his arm around Aqualad's waist and pulled him close, resting his head on his shoulder. Aqualad responded by blushing and kissing the archer lightly. Gasps from the crowd drew their attention, and reporters were on the scene immediately, asking questions. Both teens smiled and waved them away, causing the questions to go to Bumblebee. She too said nothing, and shook her head, starting the walk back to the tower. Mas and Menos proved just as useless, not one of the members had said a word.
"Why won't you say something? Speedy! Are you and Aqualad sleeping together? What does this mean for the team? Bumblebee, how do you feel about the relationship between your teammates? Who's on top? How long have you been together? Why aren't you speaking? Answers! We want ANSWERS."
This continued all the way to the tower, and when the door was shut in their faces, it served only to antagonize them more. Finally, someone noticed that there was activity on the roof. A helicopter was procured, and the news companies began filming.
A banner was being hung from the roof. No one could tell what it said yet, as it was still rolled up. Anxious to know what was going on, half the city had come to watch. Slowly, the cloth was lowered so it could be read.
"Today is the day of Silence. We stay silent all day to protest how lesbians, gays, bisexuals, and allies are silenced by oppression and discrimination. We felt this was the best day to tell the world of the relationship between Speedy and Aqualad. You are to refer all inquiries to the Jump City branch, we will speak again tomorrow"
The day of silence. When Garth had first told them about it, Roy had said there was no way they could pull it off. He said that they wouldn't last more than an hour. That he would make sure of it if he had to. The lustful glimmer in his eyes as he spoke.
The banner hung, the couple descended to the Atalantean's room. The cool air of the room against the hot flesh caused the hairs on the back of Roy's neck to stand up, the press of his lover's body caused a similar reaction lower down. It was a good thing the lights were low in the room, because the flush of Garth's cheeks was like a lantern.
Roy could feel his heart pounding, the staccato rhythm in his chest begging him to move. Garth's mouth pressed greedily against his, hands roving over his buttocks, eyes half closed. Well, well, well, he was very eager today, wasn't he? Roy took advantage of this, slipping the clothes from their bodies.
(warning, lemon here. Skip down if you dislike…. Badly written smut)
Roy pushed Garth to the bed, groping around for the Vaseline kept for just these sorts of circumstances. It was a while in being found; since his mouth was so occupied he had to find it completely by touch. A moment passed, Roy looking askance at his lover, who gasped and nodded, obviously just as eager.
Roy knelt between the Atlantean's thighs, slowly entering him, mouth smothering the cry of mixed pleasure and pain. The only way they were going to keep the vow for the day was to remain lip locked. Well, so long as it wasn't a word, right? That seemed reasonable. Roy let out a guttural moan as his partner thrust his hips at him, signaling his eagerness. The archer didn't hold back, and began pumping in and out.
Grinding and writhing, should anyone have been picky, the sounds coming from the room ranged far from silence, but not a word, right? Garth watched wide eyed, one hand closing on the bone of Roy's shoulder, the other digging deep into the mattress.
"nghhh,"
"mmhhmmpphh"
Garth wanted to reach up and stroke the face of his lover, but knew there would be time for that later. For now, they just rode the hormones and the pure lust. As the moment of release neared, both knew they were doomed, they couldn't keep silent. Garth reached up, pulling Roy into a kiss as the world spiraled into white light and pleasure.
So, cuddling now in the Atlantean's room, the couple fell asleep. It seemed to be an agreement that next year, they'd try to be chaste for this day. It would be ten time easier on them, and less awkward trying to hand sign to Bee where they were going. Plus, honestly, not talking took a great deal of the fun out of it, not that anyone needed to know that specific detail.
Nobody even needed to know ANY of the details of that, but... gods... I'm so twisted.