A/N: Hope Mar and Bon like this chapter ;D

For weeks the dirty secret continued between the boys, every so often Robin would pull Wally into a corner, if only to press his lips to this other's, or into a store closet where things became heated, tongues slid against tongues and someone always left with a nip or love bite on their neck, usually it'd be Wally, dazed and dumbfounded by his lover's passion.

This routine, though hidden seemed perfect. That was until King Bruce's announcement.

"Son, we've found a prince who's willing."

"Willing to?"

"Be your betrothed."

Wally's eyes widened as Robin's did twice as such, his heart dropping in trepidation.

"What a shame, it looks as though I'm not interested."

"Impossible, you will see Prince Conner regardless."

"But father!"

"Sir Wallace, direct Richard to his quarters I have no wish to see him at the moment." Bruce sighed. Robin stood, Wally following behind, but the faster Robin got the faster Wally did as well until he was running beside the other to his room.

Robin pulled him in, locking the door, and pulling the curtains down, in the dimness illuminated by the small amount of sunset that crept through behind the curtain. Robin's eyes were wet with tears and his breath raspy with pants.

"Robin-" Wally began, silenced by the brunette's lips upon his own. "Mn-" Everytime he tried to speak, Robin's tongue slid in, rubbing against the red head's until he'd relaxed, wrapping his arms around his prince.

"Wally. . . " Robin panted, gripping the other's coat, pulling him down on top of him in the mass of sheets and pillows upon his bed. "Take me, stain my flesh with your own, make me yours, do so before any other man can."

"Robin. . . we can't do this-"

Robin hushed the other with his own lips, grinding up as high as he could though Wally kept pulling away.
"Blast!" Robin yelled, gripping his knight's shoulders tossing him on the bed below, straddling him. "I know you wish or this just as much as I. . ."

"I do. . I want you dearly my love, but. ."

He'd run out of excuses, his hands slapped to his mouth as the younger ground down on him.

"I'll show you. . . you have nothing to worry about." Robin panted, the heavy clothing which irritated him so was quickly discarded, leaving him bare before his beloved. Wally's eyes lidded, he felt like he was having the same dream that's aroused his sleep every evening. His hand shook as he reached for the young Prince's hip, only to be slapped away. "I thought you didn't want it." Robin mewled as he ground against him.

"Aye. ." He sighed. Every movement was agony, or so he thought until the other began exploring himself, lips parted as he panted out every so often.

His hands traced down his own chest, then abdomen until skipping over his arousal.

Wally's breath became ragged as he lost control, gripping Robin's hips he tossed him below, gaining him a satisfying squeak.

His head dipped down and began kissing at the boy's chest, not hesitating to taste. His hot tongue flicking at hardened buds left Robin shuddering in anticipation. Every flick of the tongue got lower and lower until it'd reached his navel, dipping in before sliding it back, returning to soft kisses down the rest of his stomach.

"Wally . . Wally!" Robin moaned, gripping the red locks as Wally's tongue lapped at his erection, slick with pre-cum. He took him in, sucking ravenously as he gripped the other's thighs.

"Ah.." Wally breathed against it, "Where are your bathing oils?"

"Over on the night stand. . ." Robin panted, his face red as the other got up to grab the bottle, removing his own pants he spread Robin's legs.

"This will help, my beloved. I don't wish to hurt you. . . If you insist we do this it must be done right." He poured the sticky oil onto his fingers, the scent of lavender coating them as he rubbed it around before sliding it against the other's opening. "Relax. . . we'll be one soon. ."

With that he slid a finger in, earning a low cry from his beloved.

"Does it hurt?"

Robin shook his head, lips parting as his face reddened.

"It's pure ecstacy. . ."

Wally smirked as he slid another digit in, squirming the fingers to properly coat the other's entrance, removing to add more when he felt he needed to lubricate him deeper.

"Wally. . . I wish not to rush this moment but I need you in so desperately. . ."

Wally nodded, gripping Robin's thighs loosely with slick fingers as he pressed himself in, Robin was relaxed and with the aid of the oil and preparation he slid into the heat somewhat easily despite the virginal tightness.

"Robin.." He groaned, his typical Irish accent strengthening, "Damn. . ." He panted, pressing himself in deeper, attempting to hilt the other, he removed his grip from the other's thighs to grab his wrists, holding them above his head.

"W..wally." Robin whimpered his legs wrapping around the other, Wally leaned down pressing a soft kiss at the boy's collar before biting down roughly. "Wally!"

"Call me Wallace. . ." He hissed in the other's ear before running his tongue up the shell.

"Wallace. . ." Robin blushed as the other'd picked up the speed. "Oh, wallace!"

"Robin!" He didn't call him Richard, Robin was perfect for him, cute. . a soft little song bird he'd make sing for him. That he'd do with speed, and screaming with strength.

"Wallace! Please-slow down I can't take much more of it!"

"Don't be such lightweight." He purred, his accent thick.

"It's my first t-..time!" He tightened his legs around the other as he released onto their stomachs, "Oh Wallace West!" He cried.

"R..Robin!" Wally groaned, picking up pace at an unusually high weight.

"Wally I can't take much more! It hurts!"

"Shh.." He bit his lip, grunting softly as he slammed in a final time, releasing inside.

"Wally. . ." Robin panted, his arms snaking around the other's neck softly.

"Robin. . . I'm sorry-I got rough. . ."

"Tis' fine. . ." Still out of breath he kissed the other, "For we're closer now in flesh and heart than any man or woman."

"And, I've marked you as mine. . ." He smiled, kissing his young highness on the cheek.

"I am your's wally. . . til my dying day and even so my heart shall wander with yours and probe eternity . . ."

"So it shall."