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It was such a rookie mistake.
As a veteran who had had experience for decades Sinestro was supposed to know about these things and how to deal with it. And yet when he was sent on a mission to handle drug traffickers in T’vasin with Jordan, on their way through a maze-like forest populated with the planet’s native plant-moles, he had unknowingly let himself be open to the creatures’ last-resort suicide attack of spraying blinding dust to the attacker.
Now, he was able to handle the ‘blinding’ part just fine, but he had somehow, sloppily, foolishly forgotten about the other properties of the dust. About ten minutes or so after the end of the battle and while trying to find their way out of the forest, he started to feel the increased heart rate, light-headedness, ragged breathing that accompanied the massive spike in libido, and the increased sense of smell in Korugarians during moments of arousal.
He had decided to ignore them when he realized that the effects had started to set in. They were nothing beyond what he, Thaal Sinestro had dealt with over decades of his tenure as a Green Lantern - and moreover, he couldn’t show such weakness in front of anyone, especially not in front of Hal Jordan. But as the time went on, he could no longer easily ignore the symptoms, especially his heightened sense of smell which forced him to be all the more aware of the distracting scents around him; the dank air of the forest’s humid atmosphere and the somewhat minty scent of the grass wafting from the murky, muddy ground.
Yet, it was his Earthling pupil, Hal Jordan’s scent that overpowered everything else and ultimately drew his full attention. The airy, earthly musk that had always smelt stark to his nose even in regular situations, always seeming to envelop Jordan at all moments.
"Sin? Are you okay?” Jordan’s question had snapped him out of his thoughts. Sinestro turned to glare sharply at him. He wasn’t sure if his student could see him trembling, barely managing to suppress that involuntary urge.
However, now he couldn’t help but to notice and be drawn more to the human’s distinct features that had always fascinated Sinestro. His bright, brown eyes alight with stubborn determination, his soft lips, the pronounced curves on his toned body that had very nearly driven him over the edge. The longer the time went on, the sight continued to feed his restless hunger, gnawing at him like a burning itch as he tried to hold it in.
Little by little, nothing in the environment registered to him anymore. Even Jordan’s words sounded like hollow winds ringing in his ears as Sinestro’s entire senses focused entirely on his finely crafted form, ripe for Sinestro to take right there in front of him.
He started to imagine the human under him, writhing as Sinestro claimed him by every weak point on his body. He imagined the sweat drops rolling down on the glistened, bronzed skin. He imagined Jordan’s impassioned eyes focus on and yearn for him and him alone, to hear the lovely sounds from parted lips compelling him to go deeper, harder , to have the form curve and arch as he reached to Sinestro for more, again and again and again until-
“Hey? Hello, Sin? Are- you- okay ?”
Sinestro’s mind returned into reality as Jordan shook him after saying each word. He said again, “Seriously, you’re kind of worrying me now. If something had happened-”
“I am fine, in case you aren’t able to see it.” Sinestro answered dismissively, swatting Jordan’s hand away when the latter put his hand on his shoulder.
“Hey! Well jeez, I just thought you looked a little bit...exhausted. Are you sure you are alright?”
“Worry about the matter at hand first and yourself.” Sinestro decided to quickly walk ahead of Jordan, not wanting him to look too much at Sinestro’s current state. He could hear the human mutter under his breath several curses and expletives that the ring was unable to translate.
He should have been able to anticipate this. He should have been able to plan to use the little remaining ring power he had after dealing with the plant-moles to get the powder out of his body before the effects took place, but he had somehow failed to plan accordingly. Now, the only thing he could do was to find a way out and wait until he and Jordan arrived at Oa for a treatment.
But there was no use regretting that fact now. They had a problem which they must overcome if they were to make it out of there alive, and there was no way Sinestro would let such a measly distraction hamper his will to make it happen.
Hal didn’t know exactly how long they had been wandering around in this goddamned maze. It was bad enough to have their rings already running low on power when they entered the forest, the recent battle with the plant-moles making it worse, and now they had to try to find their way out without being able to request assistance due to the planet’s interference.
They probably had been walking along circling and repeating paths which seemingly always just led back into the forest instead of out for hours now. They couldn’t even use their rings to map a way out because they needed to conserve their ring power, which was probably how Sinestro managed to somehow lead them into the same spot four times over the course of a few minutes. So much for his so-called ‘superior guidance and intelligence’. Hal had already squabbled with him over it a couple of times, of course, only stopping when they realized it was only going to make situations worse. So grudgingly, Hal continued to just sit back and follow Sinestro’s orders, despite his lack of confidence.
Still, Hal was unsure of Sinestro’s reassurance that he was okay. After the battle with those troublesome mole-snouted and tentacled plants he noticed Sinestro to be somewhat trembling. He was still mad about just being rudely brushed off when he expressed his concern, but with the many quarrels they had had up to this point perhaps it really was for the best to leave the matter alone...though Hal would definitely be lying if he said he wasn’t worried.
A minute or two of walking later, Hal heaved a huge sigh. “How long will we be continuing to walk like this?”
“You have complained a dozen times before already, and so far you couldn’t come up with better ideas either. Just shut up and follow my lead.” Sinestro offhandedly answered without even turning back.
“Yeah, and just continue going back to the same spot for another what...four hours? Look here! This is the same shrub we passed by a couple of minutes ago!” Hal pointed to said peculiarly heart-shaped purple shrub. He saw Sinestro throw the slightest glance at it before going forward again.
“There are a lot of similarly-sized shrubs scattered all over the forest, Jordan. Just because it’s similar doesn’t mean it’s the same one.”
Hal opened his mouth to speak, but stopped before saying,“That’d be true, except that this is the exact same shrub we have just passed through two intersections ago. Look, same color and shape and everything!”
“Unless you can lead the path better, Jordan, which I doubt after what happened in Therixia III.” Sinestro sharply turned towards Hal, their faces now but a mere inches apart. Hal tried his best to keep his composure from almost getting knocked back and now with their faces being so close with each other, when Hal now noticed Sinestro’s shaky and rapid breathing.
Hal decided to ignore that matter to state his opinion on the currently more important matter, “What, as opposed to you, who had brought us to the same spot at least five times for hours now? With our rings almost running out and unable to send any call for help due to this god-$#^! interference…hey!”
Sinestro had quickly turned away to continue going his way while Hal was talking. Gritting his teeth and curling his right hand into a fist, Hal quickly stepped forward, barely holding in his desire to smack Sinestro’s head upside-down despite knowing well from experience how badly it would go for him every time he tried to do so. Not that it ever deterred him from wanting to do it again every time the purple asshole got on his nerves (which was to say, a lot).
“Alright, look, I understand you’re upset whenever you don’t get a chance to show your superiority, but you could at least look!” Hal yelled just from behind Sinestro, who just kept on walking as if he didn’t hear anything Hal said. After grumbling a bit, Hal decided to step in front of Sinestro.
“Sinestro! Hey jackass, are you listening to me?”
At that moment, Sinestro tripped over and was caught by Hal just in time. The human had almost stumbled back due to the Korugarian’s weight, and then Hal noticed that Sinestro was trembling, his breathing getting heavier by the second and the deep purple blush that had set in on his face.
“Hey! You...okay, you’re definitely not looking so good now.”
“An astute observation, if not useless for someone with your brain capacity.”
“You were the one insisting that you were okay! Goddammit, what’s wrong with you?!”
Hal took a deep breath. No good would come if they continued bickering, so he had to do something fast. He looked around the forest and then, supporting Sinestro by putting his hand on Hal’s shoulder, carried and carefully laid him down on the ground.
“Okay, can you breathe? You have been pretty fine since I met you today. What happened?”
Hal used the ring to scan Sinestro’s condition. “Temperature four degrees higher than normal...shit. How did this just suddenly happen?”
“It’s...nothing to be concerned about…”
“The hell it is! Could it be...it’s got to be something that happened when we fought those plant-moles. I saw them spraying some sort of dust. I don’t think I got hit by it, but if you were…”
“I’ve told you that this is nothing.” Sinestro quickly cut in, still gasping heavily. “I can handle this myself. We must go for-”
“No, you won’t!” Hal pushed Sinestro back into the ground when the latter attempted to get up. “You can’t go on like this. We’ll have to find out what’s wrong with you.”
“Jordan, n-”
Hal scanned Sinestro with his ring again, and found traces of what had been identified as the dust-like material excreted by the plant-moles in Sinestro’s lungs.
“So, it’s true…” Hal muttered.
“Jordan, I’ve told you this is enough.” Sinestro glared at him, his gaze remaining piercing and steely as ever even when he struggled against his symptoms. Hal ignored him and continued, “Ring, what are the effects of the dust and how can we alleviate them?”
His ring blinked green twice, and then the monotone operating voice’s spoke, “The native plant-moles of T’vasin excreted irritant dust particles as a defense mechanism against predators when near-death. This dust has the primary effect of blinding the target.”
Blinding? But, Sinestro seemed to be able to see just fine...Hal continued to listen.
“However, the dust has been observed to have second, aphrodisiac-like effects on certain species. When the dust is inhaled, it may cause a fever, shortness in breath, dizziness, loss of perception and increased libido. The way to cure the afflicted is by having sexual intercourse.”
The ring’s explanation ended, and silence sat heavy in the air as Hal’s eyes slowly widened, trying to process the ring’s explanation.
“...say again?” Hal gently whispered to the ring, as if afraid of what he already knew and expected.
“However, the dust has been observed to have second, aphrodisiac-like effects on certain species. When the dust is-”
Hal quickly shut the ring down and shiftily looked to his side in silence, thoughts scrambling inside his head. He slowly turned towards Sinestro, not daring to directly meet his gaze.
“You...that’s not true, isn’t it?” Hal said slowly.
“As much as I like to believe otherwise...it is.”
Hal blinked in stunned silence. “I...you’re joking, right?”
“Try to guess for yourself.” was the blunt reply.
Hal for a good few seconds only blankly looked at Sinestro, who was still trying to maintain his composure, and then softly muttered, “...oh.”
This is real.
Hal was pretty sure he’d seen these kinds of scenarios in various sci-fi shows before, and even joked about it after becoming a GL, but….he’d never thought to actually face it for real in the field of work. And with Sinestro being the one affected no less.
Not that Hal would feel better if it was him being affected, but, fuck , a horny Sinestro just spells more disasters than you can count on both of your hands.
He still had a hope in his mind that Sinestro was just fucking with him, if it weren’t for the fact that a. The ring said the same thing and b. He likely would not have been trying to lie and fuck with Hal in this kind of situation (as much as how much of a teasing asshole he could get, though).
Hal put up his ring and said, “Ring? What will happen to those afflicted by the plant-moles’ dust if they are not... treated ?” he said, gulping down before the last word.
“If not treated, the victim’s temperature will continually rise, eventually resulting in shock and death.”
“And how long do you suppose it will take for that to happen?”
“At this rate, at around 10 hours since the moment of affliction.”
Hal drew another deep breath. Okay, so they had that much time. Which, seeing as they’d been wandering around this forest for probably around four hours now, wasn’t even all that much. They still had no idea how to get out, and considering Sinestro’s condition Hal doubted they could make it out in time. Suppose they did manage to get out, what of Sinestro then? Since the ring said that there was only one way to cure him of the dust’s effects...
“This is a waste of time. We need to get going as soon as possible if we both want to survive this.”
“You can barely even get up! I...we need to find a way to cure you!”
“This is a common occurrence among Green Lanterns. We just need to immediately head back to Oa where I can get properly medicated.”
“Waiting to get back to Oa to cure you? Sinestro, you’d be dead by the time we arrived.”
“We’d still be able to make it in time if it weren’t for you purposely stalling with useless questions and doubts!” Sinestro spat, suddenly rising up only to tumble down immediately.
"Sin!” Hal caught Sinestro again, and shook his head. “You cannot continue like this. As hard-headed as you are you must have realized that. We have to find a way to fix this as soon as possible, and if we just try to wander around again we won’t have enough time.”
“Can you think of a better way, then?” Sinestro snapped.
They silently looked into each other’s eyes, with the same, knowing look.
Neither of them said it out loud, but from the look of both of their eyes, they knew and understood exactly what the other was thinking.
Hal took a deep breath and put his palm to his forehead.
Fuck.
Was he really going to do this?
It wasn’t that he was unwilling to do it with a dude, or an alien. He was perfectly comfortable with his sexuality, and in space the distinction of such things like gender and species were effectively non-existent when it comes to relationships. It wasn’t also because he found Sinestro unattractive - yeah, Hal might have considered that mustache to be the worst crime he had ever seen during his tenure as a Green Lantern, alongside Sinestro’s brutal honesty that sometimes veered well into general dickishness (which he seemed to enjoy purely to fuck with Hal).
Yet in spite of that, there was a way to the way he asserted his superiority, an aura of natural domineering confidence that Hal found alluring, which he had repeatedly tried to tease out of Sinestro with his own rebellious attitude. Below all of that, however, was also a genuinely caring man who had taught and looked out for Hal so much ever since he was chosen as a Green Lantern, even if Sinestro wasn’t always willing to show it.
But, still...this was Sinestro. His mentor and friend . For all the amount of near-flirtatious banter and probable subtle hints between them they had never felt that way towards each other. Or at least, Hal had never really considered seriously acting on those feelings. He didn’t want to try and potentially ruin their friendship, and weren’t there rumors that Sinestro was a recent widower?
Now, with Sinestro under the effects of a sex-dust and obviously not in his right mind...Hal couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d be taking advantage of his own friend, even if to help him.
Hal took another deep breath. He said, slowly, “Okay. So...we know the deal. Both you and I know we can’t go on like this. You and I also know that there is precisely one way to fix this mess.”
“Jordan….”
Goddammit.
“Look, I…you….”
Hal couldn’t even bring himself to say it. No matter how carefully he tried to lay it out, each word was like cold steel forced down and stuck in his throat.
But, for his friend….
“I can handle this on my own.”
“No.”
“This is nothing compared to what I have faced. You have to-”
“No! Goddammit, you can’t do everything by yourself!” Hal nearly exploded. He quickly tried to recompose himself.
Still, no matter how hard it was...he knew he had to do it.
“Listen,” Hal put his finger up. “Whatever you want... need to do, you can do it to me.”
Sinestro was nearly taken aback. “Jordan, you fool! You cannot-”
“Enough!” Hal snapped. Sinestro looked at him in disbelief. Hal continued, trying to be as calm as possible, “Enough of this tough-guy bullshit! If we both want to make this quick and painless...just do it quickly and get it over with!”
Hal saw that Sinestro was trembling more than before, murmuring under his breath, “Jordan…”
“JUST FUCKING DO IT!”
Sinestro suddenly looked up and in a split second before Hal could react, lunged at him and pinned both of his arms to the ground.
Hal yelped. He briefly flailed about out of reflex, but quickly calmed down. He was still breathing heavily in slight panic as he looked up to Sinestro, leering at him with dark, inflamed eyes like a predator waiting to strike.
He took another deep breath. He had to endure this for both of their sake.
“Stay still, don’t move around too much.” Sinestro ordered, voice husky. For some reason, there was a tone of gentle reassurance to it that Hal could trust. He gulped again. Sinestro was now leaning so close against him that he could feel his hot and heavy breathing on his skin. Even then Hal could tell how much Sinestro was holding back to not immediately ravish him right then and there. The thought, then sent a frightful chill down Hal’s spine and made him shudder.
Still, Hal trusted in Sinestro’s ability to keep the irresistible urge under control and to not hurt him. He gave a silent nod.
Hal flinched and a shrill noise escaped his lips when Sinestro grabbed him by the back of his head to roughly yank his head closer.
“….you asked for this.” he growled. Hal was then pulled into a violent kiss. Teeth tore into the soft, fragile flesh and in order to taste the fresh blood drawn, which Hal returned with equal fervor that it started to suffocate him, but Hal was too caught up in the heat as the kiss became harder and bloodier. When Sinestro pulled away they looked into each other’s eyes and bloodied lips, gasping for breath.
Sinestro dissolved his uniform from the waist down, and even in his state of lightheadedness Hal’s eyes widened. Indeed, it was the first time he saw Sinestro’s cock, but he was still astounded by the sheer size of it. It was already wide on the shaft, and somehow only gradually became thicker as it went down to the base. It had bumpy edges around the outline and was that a spiked tip?
“Uh…” Hal gulped down. Was that really going inside him?
His hand still grabbing Hal by the hair, Sinestro yanked Hal’s head back to expose his neck, which he then proceeded to slowly run his tongue over. It was a heavy texture on Hal’s skin; thicker, rougher and colder than human tongues making Hal suck in a sharp breath. He groaned when Sinestro bit and sucked into his throat, catching Hal off-guard enough for his other hand to trail down to Hal's lower uniform and ripped it off, exposing his crotch to the cold, humid air of the forest.
Sinestro continued to leave deep, dark bruises on Hal’s neck, lapping up all the blood that he drew while rutting against Hal’s crotch. Hal moaned and unconsciously pushed his hips against Sinestro’s in kind as his own erection was starting to form. He was no longer bothered by the chill air of the forest anymore as the heat slowly coursed through his entire body.
At that moment, Hal’s eyes widened as he felt two long, callused fingers roughly jamming into him.
“OW!” He cried out in pain, reflexively punching Sinestro on the shoulder which didn’t even make him budge one bit.
Sinestro looked into Hal’s eyes with a hint of concern. “Does that hurt?” he asked.
“Of course it does, you idiot!” Hal snarled, still grimacing from the burn. “You can’t just jam anything dry in there…'' he continued weakly. Argh, he probably should have told Sinestro in advance...then again, he did (foolishly) expect Sinestro to somehow already read up on human anatomy whenever this kind of situation arose. Well, at least he was glad Sinestro still remained considerate enough to realize when he had hurt Hal...
“Is that so.” Sinestro murmured under his breath. He slowly withdrew his fingers. “I’ll have to do this, then.”
Sinestro grabbed the underside of Hal’s thighs to lift his hips up into the air, much to the human’s shock.
‘Whoa! H-hey, what are you-” Hal yelped. A slight blush burned in his face with his ass bared so right in front of Sinestro for the first time.
Hal’s eyes widened and he gasped out at a cool sensation pressed against his ass. Sinestro had put his mouth on it, licking at it and pushing his tongue deep inside.
“Oh...oh god…” Hal mewled, writhing as the weirdly-textured length wiggled against his inner walls and pushed further inside beyond what Hal had thought to be possible. The coolness of the Korugarian’s mouth had proven almost too much for him. It felt just good, way too good, despite Hal’s initial shock. He put his hand over his mouth to muffle the sounds that increasingly grew louder. Fuck, he started to suspect he himself might have been affected by the dust, or else it wouldn’t have felt this good, and yet…
Sinestro drew away and suddenly put his hand on Hal’s head, yanking it right in front of his erection.
“Whoa! What-”
“Make it quick if you want this painless.” Sinestro ordered, breathing heavily. Hal could sense the impatience within his voice, gulping.
Then Hal held the shaft, and a bit hesitantly put the tip inside his mouth. Fuck, could he even put the entire thing inside? Of course, he could try, he had to, but even then…
Hal then tried to swallow more of it, straining his jaw to even get it two-thirds inside. The firm, rough texture felt even weirder in his mouth, though there was a sweet-tangy taste to it that he found unique. He heard Sinestro exhale and, without so much as a warning suddenly yanked Hal’s head to swallow his erection deeper. He tried to maintain his breathing and keep himself from retching as he bobbed his head up and down Sinestro’s length.
Sinestro yanked Hal’s head away, pinning him to the ground again. He lifted Hal’s hips and put two fingers that now entered much more easily than before. Hal moaned and squirmed as they stretched him open, shuddering when they brushed against his prostate.
“Shit…” Hal groaned under his breath. His hands scrambled and scraped at the dirty, rocky ground beneath him. Sinestro seemed to notice Hal’s reactions as he crooked his fingers against Hal’s prostate, making the human arch and pant.
“F-fuck...j-just hurry you up you teasing b-bastard…” Hal muttered.
“What was that you said, Jordan?”
“I told you, just hurry up!”
Without a word Sinestro withdrew his fingers and grabbed Hal’s ankles, positioning his tip against Hal’s entrance. Hal threw his head back with a groan as the tip slid in, and Sinestro went still, both men panting as they were trying to accustom themselves to the feeling of each other.
“Oh, oh fuck…” Hal muttered. While it wasn’t as painful as he had feared, he already felt full even with only the tip going in. Fuck, could he even handle the whole length going in? And if that was what Sinestro intended to do...
“W-wait, hold on, hold on,” Hal said, waving his hand in front of Sinestro, who didn’t seem to notice. “W-we’ll try to go slow first, okay? Don’t go too deep in, I do-”
Before Hal could finish, in a span of seconds Sinestro grabbed Hal’s hips and slammed himself inside, making the human scream. Hal trembled as he attempted to catch his breath. Fuck, it was too thick, too long, and hot in contrast to every other part of Sinestro’s body, pulsating inside him. When it slammed just so into his prostate Hal was sure he was going to cum right then immediately. If this kept going on...
“I can’t hold it back anymore,” Hal heard Sinestro mutter lowly, or at least something resembling it before pulling back to immediately slam in again, making Hal squeak. Giving no time at all for Hal to adjust, he proceeded to thrust in full force, keeping his bruising hold on Hal’s hips.
Hal grabbed on Sinestro’s shoulders for balance, and soon nothing but incoherent noises came out of his mouth, growling random curses or unconsciously pleading Sinestro for more. Sinestro grabbed the upper part of Hal’s uniform and tore it off, and as he alternated between biting more bruises into Hal’s shoulders and chest and tenderly kissing him he lifted Hal’s hips at an angle that allowed him to thrust deeper, making Hal’s moans increase in pitch.
“So good, lovely Hal, mine mine mine,” Hal heard Sinestro utter what vaguely sounded like praises as he increased his speed, though the rest ended up like mud in the human’s ears. There was a certain tender and gentle tone to it that Hal had never heard from Sinestro before, yet they only sent more fire to Hal’s groin, making him tighten his grip on Sinestro’s shoulders, raking nails down his back in an attempt to get closer.
With every thrust, every hit of Sinestro’s cock in that spot made Hal scream just a little bit louder. Tears started to well in his eyes from just how good it felt, moans turning into little sobs as heat pooled in his gut. The overwhelming pain and pleasure mixing together like white sparks filling his head with no other thoughts or incentive other than more, more, give me more oh God please I’m gonna cum please fuck-
Two more thrusts, and a bleeding bite on the side of his neck and Hal’s vision turned white as his toes curled, screaming Sinestro’s name and spraying hot cum on both of their chests. As he laid limp on the ground Sinestro continued for a few more seconds before reaching his climax with a croaked groan, letting himself fall on top of Hal as his wind went out.
As the heat in them cooled down and their bodies relaxed into each other in the afterglow, thus the world slowly drifted away from behind their closed eyelids.
Hal slowly blinked his eyes as he came about. He tried to get up when he realized that Sinestro was still laying on top of him, unconscious. Not that it would have made any difference anyway, since just about every part of his body hurt when he tried to move.
“Ow, ow, ow...how long have we been?”
Hal groaned in pain as his head pounded. It didn’t seem like they had been out for very long, considering that the light remained overhead in the forest. Hal then noticed that Sinestro hadn’t even slipped out of him yet when he passed out, and that he had also come inside Hal. Well, wasn’t that a grand thing - even if Hal didn’t notice it the first time around...
“Sin? Hey, wake up. Hey, Sin?” Hal nudged Sinestro several times, but the latter didn’t even show as much of a reaction. Hal knew he was very much alive, but otherwise seemed knocked out cold. There was no way he could be that exhausted after only one session of sex, right? Or could it be another of the dust’s effects as well to knock people out for a long period of time after having sex?
Either way, when Hal put his hand on Sinestro’s forehead it did seem like the fever was finally gone, so at least that was one problem resolved. Now if Sinestro was to remain out for the remainder of an unknown amount of time Hal would still need to figure out a way for two of them to get out of this forest.
Hal put his hands on Sinestro’s chest to push him off, struggling a little bit. Damn , he never knew just how heavy the Korugarian was until now. Once he lifted Sinestro enough he finally slipped off of the other’s cock, seeing blue cum splattered all over the place and inside Hal’s ass. Goddammit, now that was just messy. Even if he could just conjure the Lantern uniform over it, it was still going to feel uncomfortable on their way back to Oa...oh well.
Hal put his arm over Sinestro’s shoulder to support him standing up. He then looked around the forest, taking about five steps forwards when he found a path leading towards the light. He took the path, then, and found that he and Sinestro were now finally out of the forest, and whatever interference that messed with their rings disappeared as well.
Hal stood baffled for a while as he looked at his ring. All those hours wandering and they’d only needed to take five more steps to get out?
Despite his gratitude, there was still a part of him that wanted to laugh at the fact. Well, either laugh or cry. He started to wonder, then, if they had only done just that and thus never needed to have sex to cure Sinestro at the first place...
Then again, looking back...Hal didn’t exactly regret his decisions either.
Hal powered up his ring. Putting Sinestro in a large green bubble, he then set off towards Oa.
There was an infinite darkness around him.
He was drifting all alone, in an unending void of nothingness. There was nothing he could remember, for his own name was like a fading echo.
He remembered a great heat, a flaming passion burning throughout his entire body. And he remembered one name that had echoed in his mind.
“...Jordan?”
He reached out his hands, but there was nothing. It was quickly slipping out of his hands, drifting farther and farther. He wouldn’t let it go away - he couldn’t! He had to get it, or else...
“JORDAN!”
As his eyes flew open, Sinestro found himself laying on top of a steel operating bed. He looked around and immediately recognized the white, pristine interiors and the complex machinery of Oa’s infirmary. The doctor was turning away from one of the screens displaying various vitals and had just noticed Sinestro waking up.
“Ah, so you have returned to consciousness. A relief. Everything seemed to remain relatively stable from when you first got brought here until now...well, I expect nothing less from the great Sinestro of Korugar himself.” said the doctor as he scuttled towards the patient’s desk on his ten tentacles.
“How was I brought here?”
“Your companion - yes, the Earthman, he brought the unconscious you three hours ago. He said that you were afflicted by...something at T’vasin, but that you were mostly okay and only needed to get tended to to see if there something went wrong until you woke up."
Sinestro’s eyes slowly widened. “He...did?”
The doctor nodded. “Yes. He also said there’s a possibility that your memory is going to be quite fuzzy. Do you remember anything at all from then?”
“Yes, I do.”
Down to every last detail. The realization slowly dawned on him as he reoriented himself.
It may have seemed that he wouldn’t remember the period in which he was involuntarily consumed by lust, but he did. He remembered every moment, every second in which he pinned his protege down, and then to take him like how he had secretly wished for so long. A desire that he had tried to suppress and forget to no avail, until the plant-moles' dust took it and amplified it to such an explosive extent that made him act beyond his expectations.
He remembered then, the image so vivid and fresh in his mind, the way Jordan had thrown his head back, the way sweat rolled down the strained muscles of his neck and face that had been contorted in pain and pleasure. The way he had screamed so for Sinestro in ignorance to everything else, his pleas for Sinestro to stop that he had ignored, and, and...
“Excuse me? Sir? Are you okay?”
The doctor’s voice and tap on his shoulder snapped Sinestro out of his musings, again. He silently looked at the doctor’s pair of elongated eyes, and back to his opened, sweaty palms. He tightened them.
He did remember absolutely everything. Of everything that he had done to Hal Jordan. His student and friend.
Everything that he could have still kept under control.
“Where...where is Jordan?” he slowly muttered.
“Hm? Well, he’s probably out on patrol or some other assignment right now. He told me he was rather busy, which was why he needed to drop you off here until you regained consciousness. I can call him to tell you have awakened, though, if you want to.”
Sinestro didn’t respond. Instead, he put his hand on his face.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.