There's more poorly written smut on Archive if you want it. I'm paranoid of FanFiction deleting me. Sorry this took so long. Smut is hard to write.

Robin woke up slowly. The first thing he was aware of was how warm everything was. Then how groggy he felt, like his blood had turned to cobwebs. Thirdly, someone was shaking him. Robin shot up, almost clocking the other person in the jaw with his head. He looked around in a panic. This was not the cave. His neck hurt from sleeping on a cement floor. The whole room was cement, no windows, one light embedded in the ceiling with a metal grate over it that casted odd shadows about the room, and a heavy-looking steel door. A timid hand lightly touched Robin's arm causing him to jump. Looking over he was met with a pair of steely blue eyes framed by golden lashes. It was a boy not much older than him. Heck, with how soft all his features were, and how big the boy eyes were, he might have mistaken him for a girl if not for the unusual sideburns that just barely stuck out from under the strange boy's short curly hair.

"Who are you?" Robin asked as he let his eyes fall down to what the other boy was wearing. His heart nearly stopped. Robin knew those colors. He'd faced off against Deathstroke alongside Batman a only a few times, but with someone like Deathstroke one time was enough. The dark orange came down from a black collar that started just under the blonde's chin and ended over his collar bone. It ran over his shoulders in one thick line on either side that went all the way along his arms before disappearing under black gloves. It also cut across his torso from his shoulders to hips in an X pattern. The same lines that ran down his arms also ran down the outer sides of his legs. The rest of the suit was all black save for the metal plating and utility belt over his black and orange kevlar. Robin drew back when he saw this. This round-eyed kid worked for Deathstroke?

The other boy looked at him with sadness and worry. Like he had some awful secret he had to share, and Robin wouldn't like it. The boy pointed at Robin's chest, and, sure enough, when he looked down at himself he was not pleased. While Robin was asleep he'd been changed into the same kevlar and metal suit the other boy was wearing.

"What's going on?! Why am I wearing this?!" Robin got up in the other boy's face demanding answers. The blonde shrunk back in fear. A thought occurred to Robin. There was no way this timid kid could be one of Deathstroke's henchmen, so maybe he'd also been brought to… wherever they were against his will? "Hey, uh," Robin spoke more gently this time, as if speaking to a tiny animal, "I'm sorry for getting in your face like that, but I really need your help. Do you have any idea what's happening?"

"..." The boy nodded, but still continued to shrink away. Suddenly he glanced at the door before his eyes widened. He grabbed Robin by the wrist, spinning him around to face the door while also pulling him further into the room. In the doorway stood none other than Deathstroke the Terminator. Robin couldn't see much through the man's mask. Just a ponytail of straight grey hair that stuck out from the back, and one steel blue eye.

….

"HOW COULD YOU LOSE HIM?!" The Batman roared in Red Arrow's face. Roy regretted coming to gotham alone.

"He walked off to find firewood, and never came back. I searched the whole forest for the kid, he's gone." Roy tried to stand tall and confident, but with an angry Batman it was hard not to piss himself in fear.

"Did you at least find any clues?" Batman kept his voice level. He had to keep his composure if he wanted to find Dick. He should have never grounded him in the first place. If he hadn't Dick would still be here. Everything was falling apart, and Bruce couldn't help but feel like it was all his fault.

….

"Greyson, how good to see you without the Bat looming over you." Dick was taken aback by Deathstroke knowing his secret identity before suddenly realising how bare his face felt. No mask, no secret.

"What do you want with us Deathstroke?" Robin growled.

"Us? Well, I have to say I wasn't expecting you to warm up to your new partner so quickly. It will make things easier though."

"Answer my questions!"

"In due time, Boy." Deathstroke remained infuriatingly calm. He even dared to turn his back on Robin and walk away. "Follow," the mercenary commanded. Robin was about to run up and attack the smug bastard when a wiry arm flew out in front of him. The other boy shook his head no. His eyes were filled with fear and concern. Now that Dick could see with the light from the hall he could make out the fading bruises and cuts painting the blonde's face. "Boys," The word was deep and threatening, prompting them to follow.

Dick tried to memorise the twisting halls, but everything was so dim. He was also admittedly distracted by the blonde who'd somehow wormed his fingers around Dick's hand without him noticing, and if Dick returned the hand hold he would say it was for the other boy's sake. Soon enough the sounds of giant gears filled Deathstroke's lair. Then, the cement halls gave way to what Dick could only describe as a throne room within a giant clock. All around them gears the size of cars and bigger moved in steady rhythm. In the center of all this movement was the ballroom sized floor the three of them were standing on. A tall black throne rested on a pedestal. Behind the throne was a menagerie of screens along the far side of the floor held up by metal beams in place of the nonexistent walls.

"Welcome home," Deathstroke broke the silence.

"I already have a home," Robin snapped back.

"Do you now?" Deathstroke began walking toward the other side of the floor. Robin would have followed, but the blond boy stayed where he was so Dick did the same. "Because I'll tell you now, you best forget trying to go back. From now on you are my apprentice." Deathstroke made his way around the throne, finally motioning for the pair to approach. Once they'd just gotten past the throne Deathstroke motioned for them to stop. Robin was really hating that he was following all these commands, but a voice in the back of his head reminded him that he was protecting the kid. "Harbinger, approach."

The blonde seemed reluctant to let Dick go, but jogged over to Deathstroke's side anyway. He stood with his legs apart, back strait, and arms folded behind his back. The blonde looked so small next to the merc.

"You will try to resist. I anticipate it." Deathstroke left the blonde, Harbinger apparently, where he stood. Robin tensed for an attack as the merc stalked towards him. "You still believe there is a way out of this."

The moment Deathstroke stepped within his range Dick lashed out. His fist was caught easily by Deathstroke who then bent it back. Robin grabbed Deathstroke's wrist, trying to free his fist as Deathstroke continued to bend it back.

"I have faith that you will learn quickly." Robin was forced to his knees. His eyes flickering to Harbinger. The bonde was on the balls of his feet, trying to hold himself back from helping Dick. For that short second that Dick was distracted Deathstroke slammed his knee into Dick's jaw. The hit sent him reeling, and by the time he was able to see strait Deathstroke was across the floor back in front of the screens.

Deathstroke pressed a button on his wrist causing the screens to come to life. The outlines of four different people as well as several charts and live feeds his Dick harder than Deathstroke ever could. Artemis, Kaldur, M'gann, and Bart were being monitored by Deathstroke down to their blood sugar levels.

"My other apprentice did well in his mission. I had Harbinger infiltrate Mt. justice and infect your precious friends. The league has no idea that their little experiment has become my free-roaming hostages." Dick pushed himself back onto his feet. He could practically feel the smile behind the mercenary's mask. "It won't be all bad. I think you'll even come to love the thrill and profits working with me can bring. You might even start to think of me as a father of sorts."

"I already have a father," Dick yelled as he charged Deathstroke, but just before he got close enough to land a hit Dick was tackled from the side by Harbinger. The hit knocked the air out of his lungs and stunned him long enough for Harbinger to pin Dick to the floor. Deathstroke kneeled down and grabbed a fistfull of Dick's hair and yanked his head at an uncomfortable angle so the boy wonder was forced to look at the screens. Another press of a button on his wrist and the screens went wild. The carts spiked and the live feeds of his friends had them suddenly collapsing in pain. Artemis screamed in agony, giving away her position to a fire manipulating robot. Wait, that was the library in the mountain. They had been under attack from villains in their home base this whole time, but Dick had been too distracted to notice. Whatever the mercenary was doing just might kill them before the robots do. "STOP!"

Deathstroke released the button and whatever had happened to his friends stopped. They were still in terrible danger, but at least they could fight back now.

"I trust you'll learn quickly."

…

Heading north wasn't exactly easy when Belle Reve was in the middle of a swamp down south, but having a boyfriend with super strength had its perks. Tommy had scooped Cameron up in his arms and took off. He wasn't really flying. The Terror twin was taking massive leaps that carried them so far if someone had seen them they'd probably think they were flying.

"Do you even know where we are?" Cameron eventually asked once they'd broken out of the swamp.

"Approximately. Why, somewhere you want to go?"

"No…" Cameron tightened his arms around Tommy's neck, "Hey, what happened to your accent?"

"Uh… w-well it's, uh, more of a shtick." Lying to Cameron felt like getting punched in the chest. He didn't even know why he was doing it.

"Oh," Cameron felt guilty for making things awkward. Shit, why was this suddenly so much harder? Getting out of prison and away from his dad should have made things easier. Cameron hardly even noticed they'd stopped until he was being carefully set onto his feet.

"I spotted an abandoned camp about a mile west. I'm going to grab some supplies. Be right back," Was all Tommy said before jumping away.

"Super strength, twin telepathy, and super sight," Cameron huffed, "What can't he do?" The ice villain sat under a nearby tree with a sigh. Soaring through the sky made things windy enough to counteract the summer heat, but down south things were still warmer than the ice villain preferred. Schools already started for normal kids so technically he supposed it could be fall. "How long is this going to take?"

Kon could hear everything Conner said. He should tell him. He should just sit Cam down and come clean, but what if Cam decided he didn't like him anymore? What if Cam only wanted to be with a villain? Conner landed in the camp with a scowl both from thinking so hard and from the smell. Beer bottles and food wrappers were scattered on the ground where bugs had taken to cleaning the crumbs. Clothing and camp supplies were dirty from being in the weather for days. Kon began picking up what seemed useful and packing it into the pair of backpacks that had been left amongst the other things. He was disgusted to see all this left out here. If Kon had his father's super speed he'd clean this place up, find whoever did this, and dump it on them. Instead, he made the most of the trash. There wasn't any food left over, but at least they had clothes, sleeping bags, and a tent now. Kon pannicked for a short moment when Cam wasn't where he left him.

The stream where he found him was wide and shallow. It sparkled from the light much like the ice meta himself. Kon watched for a few minutes as Cameron stood in the shallow water in nothing but his undershirt and prison issue underwear. Water dripped down his body as Cameron's ice armor was allowed to melt away. Features softened and clothes clung until there was a handsome teen standing in the water with his back to Kon. The wetness made Cameron's usually wild hair cling limply to his head, and wow did his wet underpants leave nothing to the imagination. Cameron jumped when Kon dropped the two backpacks where he was standing.

"Took you long enough!" Cameron complained to hide his embarrassment. The prisoners of Belle Rev were only required to bathe three times a week, and the pair hadn't been there long at all. "What all did you get?" Cameron leaned over Kon as the larger teen opened the bags. When he was handed a plain black T-shirt Cameron made a disgusted face. "This smells like beer and sweat." He leaned over the other bag with the sleeping bags. "And those smell like piss! No, gross," the ice metta began pulling everything out of the bags, "this all has to be washed. Hell, I should probably wash the tent and bags while I'm at it."

"Do you want some help?" Kon asked.

"No," Cameron waved him off, "didn't you find any food?"

"Just wrappers."

"Have you ever been camping before?" Kon shook his head no, "Do you know how to hunt, or what plants are safe to eat?"

"Yes," Kon responded, a little thankful for his genome education.

"Perfect, go find some food and when you get back I'll show you how to prepare it," Cameron ordered. He had already began organising the clothes for washing. Kon really should be going as he wasn't sure how long he could last seeing the other boy like this, but he blurted out a question anyway.

"Did you go camping often?"

"Kinda, my mom wasn't really in the picture so my dad would take me somewhere and leave me there a few days or weeks before he came back to find me. When I was really little he'd leave me with people. When I got old enough he'd just drop me off in the woods or a city to fend for myself." Cameron's eyes got dark as he spoke. Memories of his childhood flashing through his head. He had never told anyone such things about himself before. Tommy was different though. Maybe it was because the blond was the first person to show genuine attraction towards him, maybe it was because Cameron found himself breathless everytime Tommy smiled, or maybe he was just desperate for love. Still, the words flowed. "One time I got so hungry I even let child services pick me up. I got a good meal and a soft bed, but-" Cameron shook his head. Tommy took the silence as his cue to leave. Why was he doing this? Sure Tommy was attractive, and he totally wanted to tap that, but could Cameron stand to be betrayed again?

The ice metta looked down at his hands. His fingers were soft and fleshy, they were vulnerable. Quickly Cameron refroze his armor. Soft fingers became icy claws as he symbolically froze his heart. It would be better like this. This way, even if something happened his tears would freeze before anyone could see them.

Kon wanted to beat his head against something hard. He was terrible at emotions. The clone looked down from where he'd perched himself in a tree at several deer. The g-nomes had installed all kinds of information into his brain. He knew history, science, law, math, and languages. He knew Superman, and he knew how to kill. Killing a deer would be a waste with their current need for travel, though. So he stuck to watching the graceful creature graze below him. He wondered what one of them would say if he asked it for relationship advice.

"Oh hey Mr. Deer, I've been having some trouble with this boy I like and was wondering if you could help."

"Have you tried hitting your horns against other males and yelling loudly during mating season?"

"Mating isn't the issue, we're having communication issues."

"As an instinctual animal that manages local females I find protecting them and mating them to be the two keys of a healthy relationship."

"We can't just fuck each other into sharing our emotional problems!"

"Have you tried?"

"Augh, you're no help at all," Kon informed the male deer staring up at him in confusion.

…

Wally woke up slowly. Long, strong, arms held him close as a warm breath ghosted over his scalp.

"Meow meow meow…"

"Mph…" The body next to him grumbled in response to a sound coming from the other side of the door.

"Meow meow meow meow! (get up get up, it's time to get up!)"

"Uuuuug, noooo…" Klarion clung to his Wally mentally willing Teekle away.

"Meroooooww mow! (It's nearly dinner time!)"

"Go away!"

"Come on," this time it was Wally forcing him to get up. Klarion pouted at the lord of order as he detangled their bodies. "I think Teekle is hungry."

"She's fine," Klarion huffed as he slowly sat up and popped his back. He kept his eyes on his Wally. The red head's hair was mussed from sex. Bruises, scratches, and other marks stood out against his pale freckled skin. All the sudden Klarion wasn't in the mood to sleep anymore. He rose from his bed, caught his Wally's wrist, and pressed his front to the ginger's back. "How about we go take a shower?"

"How about an actual shower and some food?" Wally smirked even a he leaned back into Klarion's warmth. The lord of chaos's only response was to bite his Wally's ear. "OW!" Wally jumped away holding his ear. "Now you're definitely not getting anything."

"As if you can say no," Klarion smirked as he walked past. He didn't see Wally's face while he had his back turned to open a door to the bathroom. Wally's expression was conflicted even as he followed Klarion who, thankfully, kept to himself. Had he enjoyed what had happened? Yes. Had he consented to it? Not really. Klarion had a history of forcing Wally to do things now that Wally thought about it. A horrible thought occured. Had Dick been right? Was he developing stockholm? No, that couldn't be it. It was more like Wally somehow wanted to be forced. He wasn't quite sure how to explain it. The thought of someone else doing to him what Klarion had made Wally want to puke. But with Klarion it was almost relieving to think that he had no control. Nothing that happened was his fault. For once in his life Wally don't have to be responsible for everything happening around him. No longer was he the silent support.

"What are we? What is this?" Wally asked once he was seated at the dinner table across from Klarion with Teekle perching on the corner of the table.

"Well, hopefully tonight we'll be soul bonded," Klarion replied nonchalantly.

"That's not what I meant," Wally sighed.

"What did mean then?"

"I don't know, I just-" Wally then gestured to everything around him and made an exasperated and incomprehensible noise. Klarion wasn't quite sure how to respond to that.

"Are you okay?"

"I don't know! I think you might be abusing me. I mean, you 'own' me, and you're always forcing me to do things weather I want to or not. A lot of people would get arrested for doing what you did to me last night. You kidnapped me. I'm basically a hostage in a pocket dimension that screws with time. Oh, and apparently we're supposed to be mortal enemies locked in eternal combat for the forces of good and evil. So am I okay? I. Don't. Know."

"..."

"Well, aren't you going to say anything?"

"I didn't realise that you were having such a hard time with this," Klarion scouled, "I get the kidnapping part, and I kind of understand how things work with surface people. In limbo, though, if you wanted to marry someone you just kind of did it. As long as you were strong and both parties were single no one would stop you. And in Limbo no spouse is allowed to deny sexual advances from the other."

"I'm not from Limbo town, Klarion!" Wally sighed, "I just- I don't want to make the same mistake my mom did. She stayed with my dad despite him being an abusive drunk ass."

"I don't drink."

"But you kinda abuse me. You push me around, and hurt me, and manipulate me…"

"I always heal you."

"That doesn't change the fact that you're the one who hurt be in the first place!" Wally shot back. Klarion looked down at the table.

"I want to," he hissed seemingly at himself.

"Come again?"

"I want to hurt you. That sounds awful, but it's true. There's still this nagging feeling in the back of my head that I need to defeat you. I'm a lord of chaos! Chaos comes from the destruction, the decay, of order."

"..."

"But I also want to protect you. That's why I kidnapped you. I wanted to protect you from the world. I just don't…"

"Know how to protect me from yourself?"

"Yeah."

"Level the playing field. Help me study my magic more."

"That's not enough! It would take you years to get on my level."

"I thought we had eternity."

"What's eternity if I might hurt you an hour from now?" Wally always found himself surprised when Klarion became serious. "That's why when you wanted to take our relationship to the next level I chose a soul bond. This way, I can't hurt you without hurting myself." Neither of the boys knew what to say after that.

"Meow meow. (I told you you should have just killed him)"

"Shut up, Teekle."

"Hiss. (Your children will look like smurfs with their heads on fire.)" Everything was silent for the rest of breakfast. Each boy would regularly glance at the other trying to distinguish their emotions. Finally at the end of a most awkward meal Klarion spoke up.

"Fine, no more putting it off. Let's head outside and I'll start teaching you some useful magic. None of that illusion crud Wotan taught you." Klarion nearly melted from the look of sheer excitement Wally gave him. "Grab the books my mother lent you."

…

When Tommy returned he had two leaves full of berries and some nuts. It wasn't much, but he figured it would be enough. Cameron was waiting for him this time. The clothes and bags were stretched over rocks or hanging on tree branches.

"Hey," Cameron greeted while picking at the ice on his arm. His face screwed into confusion when he saw what the other boy had. "Is that all you got? I mean, you've got super strength, couldn't you have caught some rabbits or something?"

"I found some, but- I… couldn't bring myself to kill them." Kon looked down like a scolded puppy. Cameron just shook his head and let out a breathy laugh.

"You're such a softie," the ice meta chuckled. He walked over to take the food from Tommy. His cold fingers brushed Tommy's as he did. "Well, at least it's all edible."

"Cam…" Their eyes met. Cameron knew that look. Tommy was going to break some bad news to him. This was the end. He was going to tell Cameron that he'd been just a means to an end. He was just using to get out of Belle Rev easier, and now he was no longer needed. "I'm sorry-"

Kon didn't get to finish his sentence because Cameron had grabbed his face and began making out with him. The food fell to the ground forgotten. Cameron moved against Tommy, waiting for the other to push him away. If he did that would be the end, but until then Cameron allowed himself to remain in his fantasy.

Kon's heart was beating a mile a minute. He pushed the kiss deeper, capturing Cam in his embrace with just a hand placed firmly on the small of the ice meta's back. The feeling of Jr.'s cold tongue moving against his own hot one was intoxicating. Kon found himself falling into the haze, his previous intentions forgotten as Cameron bit Kon's lip. Kon brought his other hand up to Cameron's face. He wanted the other teen to look at him. He needed him to, but Cameron's eyes were screwed firmly shut even as the short ice villain push himself into Kon's heat.

"Cam-" Kon pulled back nearly breathless.

"Don't." Cameron cut him off again. His eyes were still shut tightly even as he said, "Just let me have this. Please?" Just for once in his life, just for this one moment Cameron wanted someone to make him feel attractive. He wanted to feel wanted. Even if he was scared that if he opened his eyes he'd see that Tommy didn't really love him he wanted this. He expected the Terror twin to protest. Instead, hot lips found the area where his neck and jaw met and attacked. The closer Tommy got to the spot just under Cam's ear the more the ice meta was squirming with pleasure and anticipation. Tommy was moving so slow. His hands crept up Cam's shirt, tracing the minimal muscles as if to map them. The light touch was driving Cam insane. Finally Tommy sucked hard on the sensitive spot just behind Cameron's earlobe and drew a moan out of the ice meta. Cameron quickly brought a hand up to cover his mouth. He was nearly melting with embarrassment. He felt a tug on his shirt as Tommy pulled away. Cam followed the silent lead and took his shirt off as Tommy removed the prison issue jumpsuit he was still wearing. At the flash of stomach Cameron was lunging forward to pull off Tommy's undershirt.

A short while later.

"I'm gonna start moving," Kon whispered in Cameron's ear.

"Fuck," Cam whined as Kon began rocking in and out of him. Each thrust pulled out further and shoved back in deeper. Cam felt so full. The force of Kon's thrust's was pushing him forward across the bank.

Kon could feel himself getting closer. It seemed like the longer he went the warmer Cam became. He was so tight, and the sounds he was making were intoxicating. As amazing as it felt there was a pain building up behind his eyes. Was he seriously having a migraine right now?

"K-kon, I can't! I'm coming!" Cameron practically screamed as he orgasmed across his stomach and the ground. His insides spasmed around Kon, driving him to the edge. The pain behind Kon's eyes was blinking. He felt like his eyes were on fire! "EEEEEP!" When his vision cleared there were two scorch marks to the side of Cameron's head. "What the fuck!" The ice meta scrambled away as fast as he could. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"N-no, I don't have laser vision, or, at least, I never had it before now…"