Chapter II

Author's Note: Wow, I actually didn't expect people to like this so much! To be honest, the first chapter of this was supposed to be a one-shot but I forgot to put something that said that and a lot of you asked for a part II to it! So, here it is!

Since this is a smut fic, there will be a lot of well… Smut. Whether it is chapter after chapter or every other one, but I will try my best not to make it plotless porn! Also, since this was a preplanned story, the chapters might be a bit off, because I didn't map out what it was going to happen and did not make chapter I wide enough to support more.

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice, DC does… Stingy bastards.

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Cold. Out of every word in Dick's dictionary of describing words, he decided that cold best suited Wally. Saying that he expected the other boy to sleep with him and completely disregarded Megan would have been a lie, but at the same time, Dick could not say he hadn't hoped that the case would have turned in that direction, even if it was an incredibly small amount.

Though, while Wally did not poses the official papers his Uncle Barry once had, he was a scientist none of the less. Male relationships, despite the times and how common they had grown, were not science. Men were made for women and that was how Wally saw it. He was far too ignorant and thick headed to say anything against that belief, even if he had just fucked his best friend.

Yet, in the same level, Dick was convinced that Wally must had felt something for him, must have been fine with his "decision" of sexuality for their friendship was still strong; even if there was some obvious tension there, lingering at their fingertips and giving way each time they touched even the slightest.

While the two forced themselves to act comfortable around one another, it was apparent to Dick that soon, Wally would not want anything to do with him. As well as the fact that he was still very much interested in Meagan, despite their little get together, something Dick found highly unlikely that he had told anyone. For all he knew Wallace could have disregarded their activities completely as well as deny it ever happened.

The caresses between Meagan and Wally soon became public gropes as well as simple pecks and kisses could possibly become tongue joisting from the corner of Dick's eyes, causing the sixteen-year-old to clench his teeth and ball his fists angrily, doing his best not to be entirely obvious. He wanted Wally to know, though.

He wanted his friend, if that was still to term, to suffer from the very pain he bestowed upon him. To resent the other boy like he had resented him because he did not want the utter hatred to be one sided, though he knew that it was. Wally was not mad at Robin, for most part he was probably blaming himself, forcing himself to be guilty for that had happened before pushing it out of his mind so that nothing other than Meagan took its place. His place.

Meagan's giggles from Wally's soft words burned Dick's ears like an acid on flesh making him cringe at the sound of happiness because he knew that, that was not going to be a feeling he would soon have brought upon him by Wally, if ever.

And out of everyone he could be visiting two days after the incident itself this in the morning, seeking nothing more than comforting words and a strong body to hold him after it came apparent that what he had done was not something he would be able to deal with on his own, Dick had picked Roy. A young man, having just turned twenty-one, with a hot head and an attitude that could make even the most collected person aggravated. None of the less, Dick had a connection with the man having grown up with him in most of his life.

Dick had a thin frown stretched across his face when Roy opened the door, his body clothes in sleep wear and his hair messy from doing so. Dick almost never frowned, unlike his mentor, and it was a reputation the teenager held with pride which made Roy wonder if anyone Justice League as well as Dick's own team seen him frown without making a snide, disapproving comment. He had to be pretty happy to withstand his partner without turning into a stern man like the Dark Knight, himself.

Roy, if he had a choice, would have chosen to just walk away from the door and pretend he had not heard the rapid knocks or that he was not home, but it had been Dick standing out there and the action would have been rude.

Despite the fact he very much wished he could have.

Roy allowed a frown to form on his lips as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and brought Dick into a clearer view; the teens disapproving mouth and eyebrows that slanted back, making it clear to Roy that he was upset. He could feel Dick's eyes, hidden behind shades, staring up at him.

"I slept with Wally."

For a college student, Roy was use to hearing things along these lines. The men and women he went to school with her always fooling around after all, and were never shy to tell others. Yet, Dick's words sounded strange, foreign to him. Perhaps because it had to do with Wallace, maybe it was because Dick was the one saying it. All in all, it was something entirely different.

"Wha?" Was all the tired adult could usher out having only actually analyzed the words once he ran them across again, his tired mind leaving him in a bit of a fog.

"Wally and I fucked."

"Hey Rob, listen. It's like, three in the morning. Congratulations, you got laid." Roy slouched against the door frame, crossing his arms lazily and belting out a yawn. Dick was aware that he had not meant to be rude; it was early, terribly in fact. If it wasn't for Batman and him being up around his time when they fought crime, he would be most likely asleep as well. In all honestly, Roy would have also said something along the lines of, 'Now leave me alone', if it had been anyone but Robin. "Was there something you wanted me to do? Give you some sort of award?"

Others would be shy away from Roy at this point, scared stiff by his intimidating glare. Dick, however, looked Roy straight in the eyes; the frown on his lips turning into a sorrowful pout. "I don't." Dick stated simply making Roy sigh.

He really didn't need this. Dealing with a hormonal, distraught teenager at this time in the morning was not something he had planned and in all truth, didn't want. Turning him away, however, was out of the question and Roy decided that the simplest solution was stepping out of aside in the apartment doorway giving the gap there more room. "Come in. We'll talk about this inside. It is cold out here."

Dick nodded slightly as the other and awkwardly stepped in after him. Roy shut the door behind them both once they were in the small living space.

The only thing Dick could think about was Wally and the awkward glances they shared during breakfast, lunch, dinner as well as their training and leisure time as well as the unfortunate team mates who were unaware of their situation, yet knew something was not right, but to cautious to ask.

"I'm going to go back to Gotham for a bit to stay with Batman. Our, uh, we like to go to the graveyards around this time and pay mind to our parents and…" Dick trailed off and Roy only shrugged. Dick looked around the little living room, noting that it was a lot neater than he expected it to be. He watched Roy disappear into the little kitchen that was connected to the main living space and hall.

"Do you want anything? Water? A beer?"

Dick shook his head politely. "No thank you Roy, I'm okay." He sat on the light brown sofa, getting comfortable as he listened to Roy rummage through something in his kitchen that Dick presumed to be the refrigerator.

Of course Roy did not buy it when Dick said he was fine but decided not to press the issue. He grabbed a beer for himself before closing the door and walking back into the main room, using his bare hand to open the Burnt Umber bottle and sitting in the empty spot beside Dick with a light sigh.

"I have some sodas and water and more beers a few fags. If you are hungry I have leftover pizza and some brownies from Monday's dorm part."

"I am fine Roy, thank you… Besides, everyone knows what kind of stuff College Students put into brownies," Dick said, smugly.

"Heh, is that so?" Roy laughed. "Out of all the people I know, Rob, I never expected you to be so judgmental."

"I, uh," Dick sputtered drawn aback once he realized what he had said. "Sorry Roy, I didn't mean it like that. I'm just really stressed; I have a lot on my mind. I wasn't thinking."

Roy smiled sincerely at the innocent comment before getting up and walking towards a red jacket that hung from a hook and the wall. He dug his hand into its pocket and fished something out which Dick could not make out form where he was. "Not to sound all creepy or anything, but do you want to know what I do when I'm stressed?"

"You might as well tell me."

Roy sat back down next to Dick and opened his hand presenting two perfect white joints that laid flat in his palm. Dick didn't seem surprised, angry, disappointed, or happy at what the other boy had brought. Roy took one of the two and placed it between his lips, reaching for a lighter from the drawer of the side table and lighting it. Robin just watched as he took a hit, inhaling some oxygen after removing the joint from his mouth. He held the smoke in before releasing it into the air.

"So, why'd you do it?"

Dick's eyes reverted from the smoke that did flips and turns in the air back to Roy whose eyes were closed and mouth has in a half grin. He gritted his teeth a bit and balled his fist unintentionally. "Because I wanted to, what sort of question is-"

"No, for real."

Dick looked away, turning his eyes to his hands which were fiddling with his shirt. Dick was slowly growing sullen. "I… I don't know."

Roy cracked an eye open and looked at the younger boy for a second. Observing what he was doing, how he was breathing, what he was looking at, and reading his tense muscles. "Must suck, losing something like that to someone for no good reason. Then again, I don't consider it something sacred, not if everyone is born a virgin. It's just like losing teeth."

Dick wasn't sure how to reply to that so he remained quiet. Roy had a point and yet, he couldn't help but feel like he had done something wrong; something dirty. After all, it was not like Roy could understand for he did not share the same problem. At least, Dick did not imagine he had.

Roy took another drag, the smell of Marijuana heavy in the air. It wasn't a foreign smell to Dick, he had done several drugs busts with Batman as well as tried from before himself, the first time, however, never gets you high.

"If the media, the times we live in that put it on a pedestal like it is some sort of God," Roy shrugged knowing that it meant nothing to him, but that Dick must have cared about this sort of thing a lot more. Batman was stern with him on everything; it would have come as a surprise to Roy if sex was an exception. "Here, try not to think about it as much." With another hit, Roy offered it to Dick who took it hesitantly.

Would Roy notice if he knew what he was doing?

Dick leaned against Roy's shoulder allowing him to snack his arm around his waist and pull him closer. He watched as Red Arrow lit the second one and put it in his mouth having given his first to Dick. He let his own roach rest between his teeth before inhaling the weed. It had only taken a minute or two, in which time he rested his forehead against Roy's, for the drug to start working on him and Dick had to admit that it helped.

"So, why'd you do it?" Roy asked once again, inhaling the smoke from his blunt savoring the drug. Dick looked at him thoughtfully, watching the older man devoir his roach as he took it slow.

Dick would have given anything to say 'Because I love Wally', but he knew that, that would not have been the truth; even if he wanted it to be with his entire being. Instead, he shrugged which seemed sincere enough for Roy.

"Alright," Roy said. "Anything on your mind?"

"Other than you?" Dick asked.

Roy laughed, allowing the drug to lift him up, "Yeah, other than me."

Dick shrugged. Of course there were things on his mind; it seemed odd that Roy would even ask that. After all, he was a sixteen-year-old that devoted most of his life to fighting the bad in the world; well, the area. "Normal stuff."

Roy nodded, accepting the answer. "Oh that sort of stuff." He pretended to care but Dick was not fooled because he himself did not care, let alone remember what it was that was bothering him. He was more focused on the man whose arm was loosely wrapped around his waist, stroking the pale exposed skin of his lower back.

"Yeah, that stuff." Dick agreed.

Roy smiled, finished his joint and flicking it aside. His head felt light and he felt free. Unfortunately, he was somewhat of a frequent user of the drug disenabling him to get to that certain place. A single roach was not enough to get him high. "Aw, I see." Roy took the half finished joint from Dick who seemed no longer interested in it and placed it on a coaster on the table letting the cool air put it out.

Roy ran his hand back over Dick's visible skin making the younger boy cave into his experienced touch. He watched as Robin closed his eyes completely and buried his face into the crook of his neck, a wide grin forming on his lips. He wasn't going to made Dick do anything, but if he was offering it was only fair to oblige.

We can't… Do that again.

It was Wally's words that rang in Dick's ears, reminding him that no less than two days ago, he had his way with him. It made Dick cringe with the thought and send shivers up his spin, then again, that could easily have been the fingers of Roy, stroking his back. He let his eyes flutter open under the shades, imagining how much easier it would be to take them off. He wasn't going to make that mistake though, not again.

"I should you how I clear my mind," Roy told Dick. "How do you?"

"Train."

Roy smiled, amused at the boys choice.

"Moving I guess, getting better makes me feel better," Dick confessed. "Training with Batman is was I prefer, that was I can copy his moves, model myself after him-"

Dick's words were cut short by the lips of Roy, crashing down on the younger boys face who in return, yielded the kiss by stroking his tongue across Roy's lips. Dick decided that this was most definitely one of the more peculiar tasting kisses he had ever shared with something; lacking the taste of guilt like with Wally, but gaining the one of weed as well as a signature something that was entirely Roy's own. Dick allowed his hand find its way to Roy's crotch and giving him a firm but gentle squeeze through the night pants.

"So you want to be like Batman?" Roy asked, pressing his lips against Robins in an almost kiss.

"I would never be him," Dick murmured in the others lips and when he pulled back, he found Roy following but stop once he realized what he was doing.

"You can't? You seem like you are well on your way to me." Roy confessed.

"It's just," Dick confessed. "Batman has a hard time trusting people which I don't." Dick continued to rub Roy's manhood through the fabric which received him a groan of approval making him smirk towards the older man.

"And you trust me?" Roy asked, bucking his hips slightly but not enough to disturb Dick's hand and make him want to stop the small motions.

"Of course," Dick murmured. "I've know you forever, why wouldn't I trust you? Why would you even ask?"

Roy shrugged chuckling. "Not convinced actually. If you actually trusted me, then why not show me your face or tell me your name?"

"It isn't about trust Roy," Dick said, sternly, "I don't want to."

Roy couldn't be mad at Robin for giving him an honest statement, but he had to admit that he was disappointed in the other boy. It was not something Roy had to know, it was a necessary thing rather than something he wanted to know for the thrill of knowing. "Very well."

Dick's eager, unskilled fingers began working at Roy's drawstrings clumsily before Roy shooed them away deciding he would take over. The Red Head stood up and Dick sunk into the couch, watching the young adult stand up and untied the strings that held his sleepwear up before yanking them down, displaying red boxers. How ironic.

Dick sat in the sofa eagerly awaiting its arrival and doing his best not to let the emotion show too much. The last thing he wanted Roy to think was that he was actually excited to see him naked, to be with another so soon after losing the opportunity that was Wally. He watched as the red fabric joined the pajama pants on the floor.

"Not bad?" Roy asked, cocking an eye brow and watch a smiled slowly form on Dick's face before he spat into his hand and scooted towards him until he was sitting on the edge of the furniture and grasping Roy's half erection in his hands.

"Who is judging?" Dick asked as he began to run his hand up the man to the base before sliding it back down to the tip. In a short period of time, Roy had reached complete hardness which made Robin's smile turn into an amused smirk. Dick's strokes were skilled and almost professional which Roy figured was because, being Batman's prodigy, he had little time to date and had plenty of time to jerk himself off. However, when Dick's tongue teased the tip of the weeping cock, Roy was at a loss on why he had felt so good.

Dick let his mouth take in the other slowly, looking at him with shaded eyes. It had been the first time he had done something even close to this, but his imagination was vivid and he often thought about what it would be liked, what sort of things would make him excited and he decided that he might as well try them out on Roy who seemed to be enjoying it.

Dick had to remove his hands and place them on Roy's hips to prevent him from moving his hip forward and chocking him. Perhaps it was the person, or maybe it was that Roy had gone far too long of a period since the last time he had someone pleasure him, but when Dick began moving his head forwards, backwards, then forwards again, the Red Arrow could have sworn he saw stars. His fingers found Dick's hair and succeeded in tangling themselves in the younger boy's locks, pulling them slightly resulting in blunt nails digging into his flesh leaving indents as well as redden skin.

It wasn't until Dick's warm mouth had left the man, leaving the appendage cold, did he open his eyes and look to look at him. "Room?" Roy suggested, but without running the possibility that what he had in mind, as well as Dick most likely, was illegal. As crime fighters, wouldn't that be contradicting? Roy's drug clouded mind, however, did not allow him to think about it for to long.

"Um," Dick contemplated. "Okay."

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AN: I do not even want to look at this again! Ever! I am sorry if some parts did not make sense, I'm so disappointed in this chapter that I can't even bring myself to read over it. I'm just going to keep my fingers cross and hope that it is okay and that you all (or most) like it.

Sorry if the whole "Roy and Dick" thing makes ya'll weirded out. The smut will be in the next chapter which will be a relevantly shorter one because it was suppose to be in this one, but I figured this chapter is already very long to begin with and that way, I can make three chapters. Also, I do not know how long this story is actually going to be, because like I said earlier, it was not originally suppose to be a multi-chapter piece. I actually do not even know what the plot is suppose to be about! Any suggestions?

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