Fic: Bart Will Never See Sushi the Same Way Again. Bart/Cthulhu. NC-17.
Title: Bart Will Never See Sushi The Same Way Again
Fandom: Young Justice, Lovecraft.
Characters: Bart/Cthulhu, Bart/Tim, mentions of Bart/Scouts, Tim/Kon, and Kon/Cthulhu.
Prompt: wtf27: 5. Tentacles. fanfic100: 38. Touch.
Word Count: 1540
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Bart pokes Cthulhu. Cthulhu pokes back. Yeah...
Author's Notes: There are a lot of people to blame for this. First of all is greeneyelove whose innocent request for porn with Bart being happy and alive turned into this...monstrosity. Secondly is julius12 who encouraged me when I told her I might be writing Cthulhu/Bart and beta'd it when I'd finished, yet didn't tell me to destroy it before it hurt anyone. Third, of course, is me, who actually brought this fic to life. I am going to a very special Hell. Wondering why Tim knows Cthulhu's language? He was trained by Batman.



Okay, in hindsight, he probably shouldn't have run up and poked the giant, tentacle-covered...thing. Apparently its name was Cthulhu or something, if that lady who'd been pointing and shouting "It's Cthulhu!" were to be believed.

But that was a while ago. He'd run up and poked Cthulhu and promptly found himself held firmly by a giant, clawed hand that he couldn't vibrate through at any frequency. In fact, it just lifted him off the ground, covered his eyes with one of the trailing tentacles, and flew him to this weird cave place or something that might be in another dimension because there was a swirly energy thing instead of a door.

Cthulhu held him up, closer to his face and started...petting him. With his tentacles. It felt kind of weird.

Especially when the tentacles started pulling off his clothes. Max would kill him for getting another costume destroyed. If he got out of this, anyway.

Then the tentacles touched his dick, except Robin always made a weird face, like he was trying not to laugh whenever Kon called it a dick, so maybe they just touched his penis, and Bart screamed.

After a moment, he decided that maybe he should make words. "Help!" he screamed. "Someone! Please!"

Cthulhu shoved another tentacle into his mouth, and Bart bit down. All of the tentacles withdrew. Bart only barely had time to think quickly that he should do something before Cthulhu's other hand picked him up by the ankle.

Bart dangled naked in front of the giant, tentacled deity of pure evil.

"Grife," he said, wondering what to do.

That was when the first blow hit. Bart screamed and swung when Cthulhu's giant, clawed hand hit his ass. Another, and another, and another came, making Bart swing, and all the blood was rushing to his head...

...oh.

It was also rushing to his other head. Huh.

Contrary to popular belief, Bart did know what sex was. And he had reached puberty. Just because his team never saw him at night with his doppelgangers didn't mean he hadn't...experimented.

The spanking thing hadn't occurred to him. Or the tentacles.

Oh! Doppelgangers! Bart had forgotten about them. Even if no one could hear his cries for help, his Scouts could run and get Max. Or...it would probably be better to get Robin or Superboy. Bart didn't exactly want Max to see him being spanked by Cthulhu. He'd never live it down.

He concentrated and made a Scout between blows. Cthulhu didn't seem to notice.

"G-get – AARGH!" Bart shouted as Cthulhu laid an especially hard blow on his already tender ass.

"Sure, boss. What's Aargh?"

"Don't call me Boss...Agh! Help! Get help! Bring Robin here or something!"

The Scout saluted and dived through the portal.

It took Bart a few seconds to realize Cthulhu had stopped spanking him.

"Uhh..." Bart started to say, and suddenly his mouth was filled with tentacle again.

He decided it was probably better not to bite down this time.

Cthulhu laid him in the palm of his hand again and started feeling him all over with his tentacles. Two held his wrists firmly apart and one started stroking lightly up and down his cock.

Too lightly. Bart squirmed and thrust slightly, whimpering around the tentacle that pushed deeper and deeper into his throat and pulled out before thrusting again. Bart relaxed his throat, trying not to gag. The experimenting with his Scouts had taught him how to do that, at least.

Suddenly, he felt a thin tentacle slide between his two ass cheeks and prod at his hole. He squeaked and thrust up as far as he could.

The tentacle that had been lightly brushing his cock wrapped around him and pushed him firmly down, onto the erect tentacle.

Bart squirmed as the tentacle moved inside him. It seemed to be getting thicker by the second as Bart grew accustomed to it. The tentacle on his cock started stroking more rigorously and the tentacle in his mouth thrust in and out and every time Bart moved he could feel the soreness from where he'd been spanked even though it was already half healed.

Before he knew it, Bart was coming, spurting come all over his belly and Cthulhu's tentacles.

The tentacles stopped moving, but they didn't pull out from inside him. Cthulhu took the tentacle off Bart's cock and brought it underneath the giant mass of tentacles to where Bart thought a mouth might be. When it came back, it was clean.

It started teasing Bart again with the tentacles, and pretty soon Bart was hard again and moaning.

Bart hoped Robin would get here soon. He wasn't sure how much longer he could last.



Robin was doing paperwork. That wasn't exactly unusual. Robin was pretty much the only member of Young Justice who remembered that paperwork existed. Sometimes, Robin wished he weren't so organized.

"Robin!Robin!C'montheBossneedsyourhelpmaybetakeSuperboyifyou – " Robin stared at the hyperventilating Scout. Scratch that. The hyperventilating naked scout.

"Slow down," Robin said.

"Sorry. Rob! The Boss needs help!"

"Bart?"

"Yeah!"

"What happened to your clothes?"

"Oh." The Scout looked down. It was definitely the Impulse costume, from the single boot, the gloves and the goggles, but most of the costume had been ripped away. "I'm wearing what he was wearing when he made me. C'mon! Giant evil tentacly dude has him!"

"...what?" Robin said. "This sounds like the plot to one of those Japanese pornographies."

"I dunno what that is," the Scout said. "I can take you to the portal place thingy!"

"One moment," Robin said. "Kon!"

Superboy flew down. "Yeah?"

"Want to go save Bart with me?"

"Sure, man!"

"Lead on," Robin said to the Scout.



Bart was getting bored. It wasn't that having sex with an ancient, evil deity wasn't lots of fun, but he liked variety. He'd done tentacle sex now. Not to say he'd never want to do it again, but enough was enough.

"Stop!"

Bart turned his head to see his Scout, Robin, and Kon. He smiled around the tentacle. He was saved!

"Let him go, Great Cthulhu," Robin said, and Bart realized he had absolutely no idea what Robin was saying.

"Why should I, puny mortal?" Cthulhu said in rumbling tones.

Robin hesitated, and turned to Kon. "You'd do anything to save Bart, right?"

"Yeah, of course! Geeze, this is terrible."

"Good. I'm going to offer him a trade."

"A – wait, what?"

Robin patted him on the shoulder. "Dread Cthulhu, I offer you a trade. If you allow my friend to go free, I would offer you half an hour's worth of whatever entertainment your Greatness desires with this one."

"And what is to stop me from taking both? And you?"

"I seek to free my friend. I would prefer to do so without a fight."

"You would be hopeless against me, little mortal."

"I know. That's why I would prefer to make a deal."

Cthulhu shook, and it took Bart a moment to realize he was laughing.

"Very well. And what reason have I to accept your deal? This one vibrates."

"This one has Tactile Telekinesis. It feels very...interesting during sex."

Cthulhu was silent for a moment. Bart kind of wished he'd let him down, or at least take his tentacles out of his mouth and ass. It was really uncomfortable just being still like that.

"You have a deal, mortal," Cthulhu said, lowering Bart to the ground.

"Thank you, great Cthulhu," Robin said, bowing. He pounded Kon's shoulder. "You did it!" he said.

"Huh?" Kon said. "I didn't do anything!"

"But you're about to. I offered him a trade."

"A tra – wait, what kind of a trade?" Kon looked at him suspiciously.

"Don't worry, it'll only be for about half an hour."

"What will?" Cthulhu picked Kon up by his leather jacket. "Aw, man! You've got to be kidding? This jacket's new! Robin, you bastard! I will have revenge!"

"Have fun, Kon," Robin said, walking over to Bart. "Are you okay?"

"Uh huh," Bart said. His lips were swollen, but they were healing quickly. "Come back in," he said to the Scout, who nodded and merged with Bart.

"Here," Robin said, pulling off his cape.

"Thanks," Bart said. He smiled at Robin. "Kon's really nice, doing that for me. It really wasn't that bad. I mean, it was weird, but y'know, okay."

"I'm sure Kon will love it."

As if in answer, Kon shouted. "Oh, Rao, yes, more! More!"

"He seems okay," Bart said.

"Yeah," Robin agreed. "He's kind of a slut like that. Come on, let's get you back and dressed."

"What about Kon?"

"Once you're in costume, you can send a Scout back to get him."

"Okay," Bart said, leaning comfortably onto Robin's shoulder. "Hey, Rob?"

"Yes?" Robin said, putting an arm around Bart as they walked through the portal.

"So, uh, after things like this, is it common for people to feel really traumatized?"

"Yes. Are you feeling traumatized?"

Bart had a speculative gleam in his eye. "Maybe a little. Could you comfort me? Y'know, in my room?"

"Are you coming on to me?" Robin asked suspiciously.

"No. Yes. Maybe a little," Bart admitted.

"Shouldn't we date first or something?"

"Okay!" Bart said. "I know this pizza place in Italy we can go!"

Robin decided he was doomed.