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Kon's growls of frustration grew loud enough that if he couldn't hack this infuriating lock in the next few minutes, they'd surely alert someone to his presence. He wasn't stupid—no matter how many times his father, Lex, berated him on his intelligence.
But while Lex had the patience to play the long con on some hairbrained scheme to kill Kon's other father—Superman, the irritated Kryptonian did not possess that same personality trait.
Blue eyes flickered to red as the idea of just blasting the lit-up digital screen came to mind. At this point, Kon was so fed up with all this sneaking around that tripping the alarm intentionally so he could burn off some steam by pummeling all the men who would surely come rushing in sounded like a great plan.
Heat scorched the air for a moment until the screen flashed a bright green on the alien's fifth attempt at the password. Finally! Kon should have known it would be some self-congratulating date for Lex—the birthdate of the first successful Superman clone.
Which meant the password was Kon's birthday.
Honestly, the sentimentality was what threw the Kryptonian. He was sure Lex would erase all mention of him as soon as Kon was scheduled for termination, but that man was too narcissistic. There still needed to be some record of his ability to create life left in this facility, and it looked like that was the password to a vault holding the one thing that would make killing Kon a piece of cake.
Kryptonite.
Bounding into the sizable lead-lined room as soon as the metal door slid open, Kon immediately felt the agonizing nausea of green Kryptonite draining him of his powers. Slapping a hand over his mouth to keep from vomiting, the alien had to push back all the horrible memories this feeling dredged up from the recesses of his head.
Needles filling Kon's veins with chemicals that kept him from thrashing, intent on tearing off the scientists' faces for leaving him alone in his room again. Scalpels that removed fingernails as penance for crying and a padded cell that kept him in the dark for days whenever Kon's fugue states got the better of him.
Swallowing the acrid bile that burned his nose, the alien glowered at the hunk of green rock sitting innocently in its glass box. "You are not what I'm here for, so fuck off."
There was something much better in this terrible vault that Kon had every intention of stealing right from under Lex's nose. Blue eyes scanned the room, taking in all the various shades and colors of a mineral that shouldn't even be on this planet, yet here it was.
Leaning over to peer at a pink variant, Kon couldn't help the smirk plastered on his face. "And you always told me Clark's DNA was necessary because Kryptonians were a great template for a war machine. Maybe you're just so far into the closet, you thought I'd be some sort of baby trap."
Tapping the glass with a sharp nail—the perks of genetics were that even with Kryptonite, he could still use his Kryptonian features—Kon scoffed. "Explains why you used your DNA to stabilize the project, you sick motherfucker."
Leaving Lex's homoerotic bauble in its glass closet, Kon continued searching for what he came for. Stumbling over to a table in the far back of the vault, the alien shook black spots from his vision as he finally laid eyes on what he wanted.
Blue K.
"Finally. Come to papa." Lifting the glass case gently in case there was some trap attached to it, Kon set the clear box aside to snatch up his precious blue rock.
Holding it up to the soft light that bathed the vault in a sickly glow, the Kryptonian watched as the gem glittered with all kinds of refracting colors.
It was beautiful, an absolutely perfect stone that would make this sensory deprivation nightmare of a body able to feel again without all the PTSD of green Kryptonite.
"I can't wait to show Tim. Who needs Batman's supply when my own dad is obsessed with this stuff!" Kon's excitement was immediately squashed when a large, rough hand yanked the rock from him.
"Hey!" Without missing a beat, the alien was thrown into the vault wall. Smashing his head against the metal left Kon disoriented when he fell to his knees in a heap.
"What are you doing here, Conner? Perhaps your termination wasn't a strong enough hint about my feelings toward you. I guess that is to be expected of someone with a primitive intellect like yourself." Multiple Lex's stood over Kon as his vision spun. Blinking hard, the alien forced them all into one image as he stumbled to his feet.
Blood ran down his face, reminding him that he was literally in a room meant to kill him. Hindsight was 20/20, but Kon was so desperate for Blue K that he ignored the fact that he was walking right into a death trap from the very beginning.
If he had to spend another day in this god-forsaken body that couldn't feel anything past a dull pressure, the alien was going to start tearing skin off.
Tim wasn't a fan of that last time Kon attempted that exact scenario, and the Kryptonian didn't want to spend another night strapped to a table as he begged his boyfriend to let him go.
Kon snarled at his father, sharp teeth on full display. "Give it back! It's one stupid rock in a room full of the exact same mineral. Let me have this one! It's the least you could fucking do to make up for all the shit you put me through in order to make your 'perfect bio weapon.'"
The hand that cracked him across the face cut harder than the alien was expecting. Motherfucker wore rings this time. 24k gold sliced up Kon's face as the force of the hit wrenched his neck and jaw enough to leave a lasting ache.
Grabbing Kon's hair, Lex nearly ripped the curls from his head. "You do not speak to me that way. Regardless of your inadequacy, I am still your father, and you will respect me as such."
Clawing at the man's hands, the Kryptonian tried biting back tears that sprang to his eyes. "Let me go! You're nowhere close to being a father. Fathers don't experiment on their kids and then try to kill them when they fail!" Spitting in Lex's face was probably a bad idea, but Kon was full of bad ideas today.
Being thrown into a table was definitely better than the wall until the alien realized he was literally centimeters away from 10 different pieces of Kryptonite. Clutching his head, the scream that was torn from him sounded like Kon was dying.
Which, in a way, felt like he was.
All the different effects were bouncing around, refracting off each other, leaving him in the middle of the cacophony—green, red, black, gold. Kon thrashed on the table as each color fought with the others. It was as if none of the effects could last long before another one was shoved into its place.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Make it stop! Please! Dad, I'm sorry!" Kon felt like a kid again, desperate for Lex to show him just an ounce of affection or comfort as he was forced to endure any number of chemical warfare tests to see how he handled them.
And like the sick man he was, Lex knew precisely how to manipulate a ten-year-old's need for validation with just a few kind words and a little praise. He banned all the scientists from treating the Kryptonian like a living being, creating an even stronger codependency on the man.
Kon hated how easily he fell for such an obvious manipulation tactic during his time in Cadmus.
He hated how easy it was to revert to that mindset, even though the alien swore to himself he'd be better than that once he got out. Once he was finally free to be his own person with his own thoughts and feelings.
Once he realized his father never actually cared about him.
But like a lost kid, as soon as the effects of the Kryptonite suddenly vanished, Kon scrambled to hug Lex. He clung to Lex with violently shaking limbs. Tears still stained his dark cheeks, no doubt turning his eyeliner into sticky black splotches that were surely causing irreversible damage to Lex's high-end suit.
Sobbing uncontrollably, Kon felt a warm hand thread through his hair.
"And what did we learn?"
Kon forced words past a large lump in his throat. "Don't yell or spit. I'm sorry."
"Very good." Lex didn't return the hug, but he did let Kon hang on to him until the alien felt sure enough to take a step back.
A handkerchief scrubbed the blood from the Kryptonian’s face with rough movements, dragging a whine from the man. When his father finally let him go after deeming Kon presentable again, the alien rubbed his face to soothe it.
He forgot pain was part of an average sensory experience for a human. He wasn’t a big fan of it, if he was being honest.
Glancing around the new space they were in, Kon discovered he was no longer in the vault filled with Kryptonite. Instead, it was Lex's office.
Taking stock of his body, the Kryptonian didn't feel any bruises from having been dragged to the new location. Lex couldn't have carried him, right?
A blue rock held up in front of Kon's face caught his attention.
"This is what you broke into my facility for, yes? I assume you're quite desperate if you're willing to go to such lengths to attain it." A smile graced Lex's face as if he found what Kon did amusing. "Perhaps we can strike a deal, you and I."
"A deal?" Black curls swayed with the tilt of Kon's head. Blunt nails caught in the fibers of his shirt as the alien fiddled with the fraying hem.
None of the animosity from before was present in the Kryptonian's demeanor. Unfocused glassy eyes informed Lex that his little science project must not be entirely coherent.
Perhaps such an intense experience trapped the alien in a younger state of mind in order to cope.
A boon for the CEO if ever there was one. He hadn't had 'deal with his superpowered, angry biological offspring' in his itinerary for today.
"Yes, a deal. If you want this very expensive asset, I need something from you. Namely, your time and skills."
"Time and skills? Do you need me to test something for you? Or train an algorithm?" Kon's intellect continued to grow as he aged. If Lex wasn't mindful of his words, his creation would soon realize just how close he was to surpassing his creator.
"Close. I need you to train people. Clones to be exact." Pocketing the Blue K, Lex used Kon's anguish at losing sight of what he came here to get to his advantage.
Petting Kon's head soothed the turmoil with the exact kind of affection the alien desired at a cellular level. Falling deeper into the corners of his own head, the Kryptonian jumped at the chance to be useful.
"Yeah! Yeah, I can do that. Will you be watching? I can show you all the new moves I learned from Aunt Kara. If you want a war machine, you should study her. She is ruthless."
"Is that so? I'll keep that in mind. So, we have a deal then. You get your Blue Kryptonite if you train my new batch of clones. I expect perfection from all of you. Anything less and the deal falls through." Lex kept his voice soft and warm.
It was incredibly effective.
Just like when the alien was a child, Kon bounced in excitement. "Understood! I'll be absolutely perfect, Dad. I promise."
"Good. That's what I like to hear." Stepping over to his desk, Lex clicked one of the many buttons that sat on the old phone to call his secretary. "Jean, could you come here and escort our guest out. Make sure he's well taken care of."
"Right away, Sir."
Kon's face fell slightly. "You want me to leave already?"
"I can't keep you here all day. I have work to do. Jean will contact you when I need your time and skills. I expect you to respond to each summons without delay, or I'll have to assume the deal is null and void." Lex's voice was falling back into its regular cadence whenever he'd speak to Kon, not Conner.
Cold and detached.
"Oh. I see. I understand." Kon's excitement quickly gave way to awkwardness as he stood in his father's too-big office.
The large doors opening genuinely startled the Kryptonian, causing him to spin around and face a small, lithe woman with auburn hair tied in a tight bun. She was different from what Kon remembered. He thought Lex's secretary was a blonde.
"Follow me, if you wouldn't mind. I'll show you where the elevators are." Stepping out into the hall, the woman waited for Kon to follow her. With a last glance at his dad, the alien left the room.
Once in the hall and away from any space rock that could hinder his powers, Kon felt all his physical senses become mute once again. A scowl curled his lip at the feeling.
He was so sick and tired of his good-for-nothing body. If he were a full Kryptonian, this wouldn't be an issue—they don't have any desire or need for their physical senses.
But he wasn't.
Kon stepped into the elevator with barely a nod toward the secretary, not that she thought much of it. She simply stood there with an impassive expression as the elevator doors shut.
As the lit-up numbers counted down from an absurdly high number, the alien stared at his reflection in the mirrored walls that covered the space.
It didn't look right.
It was older and much taller than Kon recalls being just a moment ago in his father's office. A worn, oversized T-shirt and ripped jeans replaced the suit he had exclusively worn during his time in Cadmus.
Blue eyes widened.
No. No, NO!
Despite the numerous people who had filed into the elevator during Kon's descent from the very top of the skyscraper, it didn't stop the Kryptonian from smashing his head into one of the mirrors. Glass cracked, fracturing Kon's reflection.
It couldn't have!
How did Kon let that happen?!
Of all the times to lose time, to lose himself, it had to be when he was so close to attaining the Blue K.
"That cheating, manipulating, slimy motherfucker!" The alien continued bashing his head into the wall—each hit further dislodging the haze that trapped him in the mind of his younger self.
Kon hadn't even known that could happen, but he was such that Lex knew exactly what he was doing. Now the Kryptonian was stuck in a deal for the one thing he desired the most. Animalistic growls scared off anyone who remained on the elevator after Kon's fit.
He needed to vent his frustrations, and he knew just how to do it.
Soft humming echoed throughout the spacious underbelly of Drake Manor. It was accompanied by the sound of plastic wheels rolling on cement. Tim carted his newest cadaver to the center of his makeshift operating station, which he built from salvaged old parts that Arkham Asylum threw out.
Positioning the body beneath his overhead light, green locks were bathed in a blue glow from the stack of computer monitors the vigilante had precariously assembled in a strange mockery of the Bat Computer. Electricity buzzed loudly from all the unprotected ports littering the space.
One day, Tim will work on making sure this place won't burn down in an electrical fire, but that was a problem for his future self to worry about. Right now, he was much too focused on slicing his cadaver open to pillage for usable parts in his upcoming experiments.
If the vigilante wanted to create an adversary who could withstand his boyfriend's unrestrained rage, he needed to figure out how to push the human body past its mental safeguards. Speaking of his boyfriend, a heavy thud alerted Tim to the presence of someone else in his Manor.
Pale cornflower blue eyes took notice of the bloody heap of what he presumed was a person at one point, lying in front of his computers. Flicking his attention upward revealed eerily glowing blue eyes cloaked in the dark shadows that threatened to engulf the entire basement.
Kon sat perched on one of the many pipes that filled the ceiling, much like a cat.
"Thought you could use another one." Slinking down the wall like something akin to a reptile instead of a feline, Kon disappeared behind the monitors. Stepping out from behind them finally allowed Tim to see the man in the light.
Shadows were more his thing after all.
"I would say thank you, but I'm not sure this one is usable." Abandoning his cadaver to get a better look at the Kryptonian's offering, Tim crouched down to poke at the mangled meat with his scalpel. "You're usually better at this. Something wrong?"
Kon stared down at his boyfriend with an unreadable expression, which was rare. The alien was typically incredibly expressive in everything he did.
"I was angry."
Standing up, Tim took a step toward the taller man. Confusion had his eyes flitting back and forth, trying to decipher what could be plaguing Kon. "You're always angry, but this feels different. What are you hiding?"
After a beat of silence, the tension that filled the room broke. A smile lit up the alien's face. It wasn't too wide like Tim's were, nor did it hold any hint of delirium. It was warm and soft, turning Kon's imposing stature into something more gentle—kinder.
Something fake.
Blunt black nails squished Tim's cheeks playfully. "Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head over. I've already forgotten why I was upset, now that I'm here with you. You're just what the doctor ordered, baby."
Tim's eyes narrowed even as he let Kon coo in that sugary sweet voice he used to divert attention. He used it on scared children to distract them from whatever catastrophe was happening right beyond their hiding spots. And on animals that found Kon simply existing as a sign of aggression. Their hackles would relax when the Kryptonian donned this sweet act to appease them.
Because that is what it was. An act.
One that Kon used like second nature by now.
It sickened Tim whenever he was forced to be on the receiving end. He did not fall for this version of Kon—this wasn't him, this was what everyone expected from him. The strong rolled over, showing his belly in submission to the weak. It was disgusting.
"You know I hate it when you act like that. Are you trying to piss me off?"
A hum dripped with saccharine as Kon's left arm circled Tim's waist, tugging the shorter man closer. The hand on the vigilante's face found a new home in his hair. Green apple locks slipped through dark fingers in a lazy rhythm.
"Now, why would I do that? What could possibly be reason enough to piss off my incredibly adorable boyfriend?" Kon's act was slipping. His eyes no longer matched the rest of the confection-like charade—instead, they were cold.
The color now resembled Lex's eyes rather than Clark's. "Let me know if you figure it out. I'm dying to know."
Ah. It was a game.
That helped curb a lot of Tim's irritation with his boyfriend's behavior. He liked games. "Because you're still angry, aren't you? Whatever caused you to turn that person into ground beef is still eating at you."
The smile didn't falter, but Kon's eye twitched. "I already told you I've forgotten why I was upset. Are you calling me a liar? I thought you hated liars."
"I do, which means you really are trying to make me mad." Gloved hands gripped Kon's hips. "You're trying to get me to hurt you. Why?"
"Do you need a reason?" The act had so many cracks in it that it would make more sense to drop it altogether, but Kon still clung to it like a lifeline. "You're sick in the head just like me. I know you get off on hurting me, so why don't we have some fun? Come on, baby. Make me scream."
Kon wasn't wrong. Tim was always down to torture his partner. He had a beautiful necklace made from the alien's teeth, along with a matching set of earrings he loved to wear whenever he got the chance, just to flaunt how pretty they were.
But usually, Kon didn't play a game to get the vigilante to hurt him. All he had to do was ask, and Tim would happily oblige. Which meant the Kryptonian didn't want the soft touches that followed the pain. He didn't want the praise or the compliments Tim loved to shower him with whenever Kon's screams tore up his throat.
Kon wanted brutality. He wanted Tim's anger to crack across his skin—to split open his veins and leave him bleeding out all alone in the dark. He wanted Tim's hateful words to suffocate him until his lungs shriveled to dust inside his chest and allow the voices that he kept at bay to drag him beneath torrid waters and finally drown him.
He wanted to be hurt as some sort of self-punishment.
Tim frowned. He wasn't the kind of person to feed into his partner's destructive behavior. "Kon. You're upset, I get it. But this route isn't going to make you feel any better. Trust me, I know. Self-destruction is the worst way to go. All you do is bring yourself down and not the ones responsible for your anguish."
"Well, I can't do anything to the person who caused this, alright!?" The act was gone, replaced with Kon's unmitigated anger.
Blunt nails and teeth sharpened with the Kryptonian's fury, cutting at Tim's scalp, but pain was a constant to the vigilante. He hardly flinched at his boyfriend's ire as his gaze softened.
"So, hurting yourself is the next best option? How does that work?"
"Because I should have been smarter—better!" Kon's anger rolled off his shoulder in waves. The mounting frustration and rage twisted the alien's insides into boiling hot knots.
Tim tilted his head to the side, watching Kon like a cat studying a mouse to find the right opportunity to strike. "You're angry at yourself. Whatever the catalyst was to make you feel this way doesn't hold a candle to how much you hate yourself right now, does it?"
Kon's eyes widened before he broke away from his boyfriend to glare at the ground. It was nauseating how easily the vigilante read him. Kryptonians did not handle vulnerability well. "Shut up. Don't psychoanalyze me. I've already been fucked over enough today."
Gloved fingers bit into Kon's cheek, forcing the alien to look his boyfriend in the eye. "No, you don't get to hide. You just tried to get me to hurt something I love because of your anger. So, I want answers. What happened?"
A moment of hesitation was enough to turn Tim's patience into cold irritation. Hesitating meant Kon was trying to come up with a lie. "I won't repeat myself, Kon."
A deep sigh had the tension draining from the alien's body. It was replaced with a heavy exhaustion, but when Kon opened his mouth to reply, his phone went off. Blue eyes turned frantic as the Kryptonian fumbled to retrieve the device from his jeans' pocket.
Shaking off Tim's hand easily, Kon ignored his slight squawk of indignation as he answered the phone. "I'm here, I'm here…Right now? But I just left, he couldn't have asked me to wait for a little longer? No, I'm not trying to be difficult. Ugh, fine, okay. I'll be there, don't bite my head off."
Ending the call, the alien glared at the phone. "Bitch." He liked Lex's previous secretary much better. She at least attempted to be nice to him. Giving his attention back to the vigilante, Kon could tell he pissed the shorter man off just from how he glared with piercing blue eyes and crossed arms.
He got what he wanted, but now it all seemed pointless. "I have to go. If I promise not to ask for something like this again, can we just drop the topic and maybe watch a movie tonight? Please?"
Tim could order Kon to spill everything, whether his boyfriend wanted to or not. The vigilante didn't often use their power dynamic against the taller man, but it was helpful when Kon was being especially difficult.
But without the Kryptonian's anger winding Kon's body tight like a clockwork doll, the man just looked pitiful. Shame, disappointment in himself, guilt—they all blended together in saddened eyes.
It made it hard for Tim to hold onto his own anger, especially when it wasn't directed at his boyfriend but rather the person who caused this whole mess in the first place.
Whoever that was.
Dropping his arms, Tim returned to his cadaver that had remained motionless on the stainless steel operating table this whole time. "Only if I get to choose the movie. And where we order out from."
The vigilante's cool, impassive tone was immediately undermined by the big hug Kon smothered him in from behind. Kisses littered his pale face, the alien giving extra attention to the scars that split it into a permanent grin.
"Thank you, baby. I'll make it all up to you tonight, I promise. I love you." Black curls tickled Tim's face as his large boyfriend nuzzled against him.
This was more of what the vigilante was expecting when Kon dropped by. The man was always so incredibly affectionate and cuddly all the time that it sometimes slipped Tim's mind how similar they both were in terms of being fucked up messes just trying to fit into everyone else's boxes.
A giggle erupted from the shorter man. "I'll hold you to that. I love you too."
Reluctantly, after some time, Kon removed himself from Tim's body. Despite the bumpiness, the alien did feel much better after interacting with his boyfriend. No matter the context, Tim always made shitty situations much more tolerable.
Which gave Kon all the more reason to get that Blue K.
He needed even more of Tim—everything the man had to offer and even more after that. If selling his soul to his rotten creator was the price, then Kon would gladly pay it.
Tim was losing patience. Not only had he wasted the organs from several cadavers because his jumbled thoughts were making it impossible to focus. But Kon's behavior was becoming increasingly aggravating over the past few weeks.
The aggravating part was that it was only slightly off, leaving the vigilante feeling paranoid—well, more paranoid than usual. There weren't any more strange outbursts, the man remaining the large, snuggly, spoiled cat he's always been.
But there were moments. Small ones that were gone in the blink of an eye when Kon looked exhausted. If Tim were a gambling man, he'd bet it had something to do with whoever's been calling his boyfriend at odd hours of the day.
Jealousy roiled in the vigilante's stomach, causing the glass jar filled with his cadaver's lower intestines to crack when he shoved it in the basement cooler with little care.
Tim did not share. Ever.
Least of all when it came to something that belonged to him. Snapping off his gloves, the soft click of dress shoes tapped against the cement toward the stack of monitors. Pale eyes narrowed at the data displayed on the screens his tracker on Kon provided him.
Luthor Corp.
Now, why would his precious partner be visiting the man he despised more than anything so frequently lately? The only reason Kon would ever be near his 'father' like this without tearing him limb from limb meant the Luthor Corp CEO must have something over the Kryptonian's head.
Tim did not like it when someone fucked with what was his.
Eyeing the small digital clock tucked beside the monitors confirmed for the vigilante that his questions would be answered very soon. Straightening the tie that felt more like a noose around his neck than a fashion accessory, Tim sauntered upstairs to check himself over in the Drake Manor's foyer mirror.
A fitted black three-piece suit gave the man a striking resemblance to Bruce's daytime persona. He'd been the spitting image if not for his green hair. A frown tugged at his scars, hidden beneath a layer of powder foundation. The hair would no doubt have him stand out in a crowd, but there wasn't much he could do about it.
Trying to dye it back to black proved fruitless each time he tried. The voices that constantly sat in his head, whispering to him, would grow so loud that it became impossible to think. Keeping the green apple locks was the only way to quiet them down to a manageable level.
Well, he spent his younger years as Robin running around Gotham at night in literal traffic light colors. A black tie party in honor of Lex Luthor's new strides in science should be a cake walk, even with the hair. Besides, Tim didn't plan to stay for long.
His only plan was to retrieve what was his and make it clear to Lex the consequences of screwing with something that belonged to him.
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Kon stood stiffly in the clothes Lex forced him to wear for this self-congratulatory garbage that was supposed to be a party. Standing beside the rows of windows lining the wall facing the Metropolis skyline, the Kryptonian eyes scanned the dozens of bodies mingling around the room.
All he saw were plastic smiles and greedy fingers.
No one here actually cared about advancing science. They were all waiting to see the new super weapons Lex promised to produce by the end of the night. All of Kon's hard work in making sure the weaker clones were culled, leaving only the strong behind, would be completely overlooked when his father took all the credit.
Sharp teeth ground together as the thin threads of the suit strained to the point of nearly snapping when the alien crossed his arms in irritation.
"I'm sorry. You want me to do what now? You can't be serious. I thought I made it crystal clear I'm off the fucking market." Kon sneered at his father's request—no, demand—to sweet-talk investors using any and all of his assets to his advantage.
Lex's cold expression was unimpressed with the alien's refusal to listen to basic instructions. "I am not asking you to fuck anyone, but I made you pretty for a reason, Conner. Beauty is the backbone of securing the important connections of simple-minded pigs in places of power."
Kon didn't bother biting back the growl behind his teeth. "You designed me to be a fucking honey trap? And I thought just being a war machine was bad enough. I'm not flirting with a bunch of money-grubbing perverts so that you can establish more strings in your fucked up web."
Blue eyes flickered to red. "Kryptonians do not stray from their partners. To do so would go against the very sanctity of the hunt."
A hand clasped Kon's shoulder tightly, and all at once, his powers drained from his body. Red eyes faded, flicking over to see the blue gem set into one of the rings that decorated Lex's fingers. Of course, he'd turn the very thing the Kryptonian was after into a statement piece he could show off.
"Then it's a good thing you're only half alien now, isn't it? Now go make nice with my investors, or you can kiss any chance of getting your precious gemstone goodbye." Shoving Kon toward the crowd, Lex didn't stop staring holes into his back until the younger man finally relented.
At the very least, Tim wasn't here to see how pitiful his mate had become. That was a small comfort that kept Kon from sinking his teeth into the jugulars of the men he was forced to rub elbows with. All it took was a pretty smile and the fluttering of eyelashes to wrap one investor around his finger after another.
It was so easy that it made Kon angry.
All it did was prove Lex right. The Kryptonian was literally created for this express purpose. It made his skin crawl in disgust with every sultry word that left his mouth. Leaning against the bar that sat in the back of the room, Kon feigned interest in one boring topic after another.
The only thing men like this liked more than talking was touching.
For once, his muted senses were beneficial. Kon did not want to know how thick, square hands, covered in ostentatious diamonds and expensive gold, felt against his body. Black nails had to catch wandering fingers when they got too brave and traveled farther down his back than the alien was willing to allow.
Squeezing the hand but remaining mindful enough not to crush any of the tiny bones that sat just behind a thin layer of muscle, Kon tugged the man closer. A smile that didn't reach his eyes spread across his face. "Don't touch what doesn't belong to you. Got it?"
Like a frog sitting in boiling water, the man truly had no idea how much danger he was in when he barked out a laugh. "Sweetheart, I have more than enough to buy a pretty little thing like you. Name your price, and I'll pay it twice over. I'm sure Lex would be thrilled to have a strong supporter like my family."
Kon's smirk was unimpressed. "You think you can buy the son of Lex Luthor? I'm sure you realize he has more money than every person in this room combined. If the rest of your family is as stupid as you are, I'm not sure they'd be of much use to him."
The man's smile fell into a look of indignation and outrage. "You—! How dare you!?" A hand fisted in Kon's shirt. "Where do you get off talking shit like some high and mighty prick, huh!?"
The alien hardly flinched or gave any real reaction to the man's anger. If anything, Kon just appeared bored, finding the reaction incredibly lackluster. If the man had thrown a punch, then at least the Kryptonian would have probable cause for a fight to let off some steam. Instead, he was stuck with an idiot spitting in his face, leaving him no option for retaliation.
This night just kept getting better and better.
Opening his mouth to piss the man off even more, the faint clink of metal scraping against itself caught his ear. Kon hardly had time to consider what it could be before a loud bang shook the very foundation of the room.
Laughter erupted among the guests like a deranged symphony as clouds of pink smoke burst in the air. Bodies fell to the floor one by one, leaving Kon as the only one left standing in a sea of manic smiles and convulsing limbs. Glancing over at Lex revealed that even the Luther Corp CEO was struggling to breathe through the laughter that ravaged his body.
Confusion sat within the Kryptonian's mind until his eyes landed on the only other person unaffected by the gas. His heart seized at the sight of green hair backlit in the soft glow of the city lights that flooded through the windows. Like something so cosmically ethereal that staring at it was a death sentence, Tim stood over his struggling father like a divine reaper.
With bubbling giggles that didn't sound joyful, the vigilante had his shoe pressed against Lex's throat. A pistol that looked like something Tim swiped from his older brother was pointed at the man's forehead.
Something twisted in Kon's chest—something dangerously close to panic. He shouldn't be worried about the life of the man who only viewed him as a failed science project, so why did he?
Applying more pressure to Lex's trachea, Tim tilted his head. "You know, despite what people might think of me, I'm actually not that possessive over a lover."
Purple painted nails tightened their grip on the gun, toying with the trigger. The shrieking laughter that was being torn from the CEO did little to hide the angry glint in his eyes. "Do you want to know why? It's very simple. It's because I know there isn't a chance in hell anyone could steal what already belongs to me. Especially someone like you, Lex."
"Wait!—" He shouldn't care! Why did Kon care so much all of a sudden?
In a split second that should have been more than enough time for Kon to react if he weren't so caught off guard by the war feelings tearing his head and chest apart, Tim pulled the trigger. A second bang of the night froze the Kryptonian in his tracks as he stumbled toward the person who raised him for most of his childhood.
He couldn't be?
Was he really?
There was no scent of blood, and when Kon listened for the man's heart, it was still beating, albeit much faster than it should have been. Blinking in confusion, the alien's blue eyes settled on a flag that stuck out from the barrel of the gun. In bright, bold red letters, it read 'bang'.
A novelty toy gun, that was all it was.
The relief that should have flooded Kon's body was halted when Tim straightened to his full height. Whether it was because the gas had finally taken its toll on the CEO or the shock of seeing his life flash before his eyes didn't matter to the vigilante as he kicked the unconscious man away from him.
Turning his attention to his partner, the smile he wore fell.
"Isn't that right, Kon?" Tossing the pistol, Tim extended his hand toward the Kryptonian, beckoning the man toward him with cold, pale eyes.
Like a dog waiting for a command, Kon immediately obeyed his boyfriend's order despite the quickly rising terror that twisted his insides into a catacomb of knots. Stepping over bodies with little care, the alien stopped in front of Tim with wide eyes.
"How—what are you doing here?" Kon's normally imposing stature was reduced to meek cowering with each passing second. He felt like a deer caught in headlights—helpless to do anything but watch his incoming demise.
Tim bared his teeth in anger. "Do you think I'm stupid?"
The Kryptonian's breath caught in his throat. "What? Of course I don't. You're smarter than anyone I know."
"Then why did you not even attempt to hide your obvious fraternizing with Lex around me? The phone calls, the late nights, the constant cancellation of plans? It's like you wanted me to find out about this." Something sparked in Tim's eyes. Stepping forward, the vigilante caused Kon to take a step back.
"Is that it? Did you want me to follow you here and watch you flirt with more men in one night than I can count on both hands?" Reaching out to grab Kon's tie, Tim kept the taller man from backing up any further. "Were you trying to make me jealous? Because we are way past jealousy, Kon!"
Shaking his head violently, the Kryptonian desperately tried to think of anything he could do to appease his mate. "No—no. I'd never—I wouldn't—if I wanted to make you jealous, I wouldn't have gone this far."
That seemed to have the wrong effect on the shorter man. Yanking harshly on the tie, Tim brought Kon down to his level. "So what were you trying to do then, huh? Did you think any one of these men could satisfy you better than I can?"
A crazed grin painted the vigilante's face. "If that's the case, how about we test it out. Pick any one here and let's see if they can fuck you better than I can." Shoving Kon away from him, the Kryptonian stumbled over one of the unconscious bodies.
Tumbling to the ground, Kon stared up at his boyfriend with shuddering breaths. Tim looked absolutely magnificent. His malice stole the very air from the alien's lungs as fear pumped through his veins in time with his hammering heart.
Kon didn't think he could fall more in love with someone he was already head over heels with, but obsessions could always grow stronger with the right motivation.
"Go on, pick someone, Kon! I don't have all night for this." Tim's patience was already shot the moment he set off the laughing gas.
For most of the night, he watched Kon flirt, charm, and schmooze his way throughout the party. His partner's charisma attracted attention from these slimy fuckers like moths to a flame.
The limelight was where the man was meant to be. Like a star of an act in a cabaret, Kon was destined for the spotlight. He should be admired and loved by people of all shapes and sizes, in every station of life. The rich, the poor—the good and wicked should be completely enthralled by the man before Tim like the law of the universe.
Because it made the rush of hoarding Kon all to himself that more exciting. Only he was allowed to experience everything the Kryptonian had to offer. And there was a sick satisfaction that accompanied the image of Kon wearing the key to his cage around his neck like a tamed beast.
He could leave whenever he wanted—could kill Tim and be free of him in a heartbeat—but he didn't because beneath the vigilante and entirely at his mercy was where Kon wanted to be.
Scrambling to his knees, the Kryptonian hugged Tim's waist. Desperation colored his face because if Tim turned his demand into an order, then Kon would be forced to sleep with someone who wasn't his partner.
"Wait. Please. Let me explain. I beg of you. I swear this is just a misunderstanding. I'd never choose someone over you. How can I? No one else compares."
Pale eyes narrowed at the larger man's begging. It was a decent tactic. "Make it short. I don't like long-winded explanations when I'm upset."
"Yes, yes. Of course." Relief shuddered in Kon's chest. "Blue K. I needed Blue K. After Bruce took yours, I figured the next place to look would be Luthor Corp. But wouldn't you know it, I'm not great at sneaking into places like you are."
The words tumbled out of the Kryptonian's mouth with an unhinged frenzy. "I immediately got caught, and it turns out when you mix a large number of various Kryptonites together with a guy who is barely hanging on as it is, it causes a bit of a mental rift."
Tim's fingers threaded through Kon's hair in an absentminded attempt at soothing the man's hysteria. "What kind of mental rift?" He still sounded angry, but he was listening, which Kon took as a good sign.
"Oh, you know. The usual stuff. Like getting stuck in the mindset of your ten-year-old self and having your creep of a father use your desperate need for approval at that age to trick you into making a deal for the very thing you tried to steal."
The fingers froze in Kon's hair as Tim's anger, which was slowly evaporating the more Kon explained, sparked into an even stronger inferno for an entirely different reason. "What!?"
"I know, I know. I'm sorry. I should have never let that happen." Kon hugged his boyfriend even tighter as tears welled in his eyes. "Please forgive me, baby. I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. Please."
Horribly pathetic pleas continued to spill from the Kryptonian in a delirium as pale fingers cradled Kon's face like the man was made of glass. It wasn't far from how the alien felt. The weight of his guilt over allowing everything to get this far was threatening to crack him into little pieces.
"Hush." Tim's simple command quieted Kon's voice to a soft whimper. "I'm disappointed in you, sweetheart."
With a gasp like he'd been punched in the gut, the Kryptonian's tears finally spilled over in absolute anguish. "You are? I—I didn't mean—please, I'll do anything."
The vigilante's gaze softened at his boyfriend's blotchy red face and ruined mascara. It was an incredibly cute look on him. "I am. I'm disappointed that you'd ever think you needed to apologize to me for being taken advantage of. Did you honestly think I'd be mad over that?"
"I don't know." Kon was still trying to navigate his instincts within this relationship. Everything told him Tim would be angry, but his mate was human, which made it harder to predict his reaction. "I was mad at myself after it happened, and because of that, I tried to get you to punish me."
The tears turned to horrendous sobs that made breathing, let alone speaking, difficult as all the built-up emotions from the past few weeks boiled over the top. "You hated that so much that I thought if I told you the reason behind it, you'd hate me. I'm sorry. I just wanted to be able to feel again. Feel you again."
"Easy now, Kon. Deep breaths. I'd never hate you for anything. Even when I thought you were flirting behind my back, I fully intended to find a way to leave you crippled so you couldn't wander away from me again." Tim smeared Kon's mascara even more as he wiped the tears from his face with a soft smile.
"You mean it? You wouldn't just throw me away?"
"Of course not, baby. I love you. Nothing is ever going to change that." Scarred lips peppered Kon's face with kisses until the man's sobs quieted to soft giggles. "Much better."
Straightening, Tim coaxed his partner to his feet. "How about we swipe that Blue K and head home. I think you're in need of some long-overdue love and dedication."
"No electric chairs or missing teeth this time?" A playful pout danced along Kon's lips that the vigilante couldn't resist kissing away.
"I think that would end up causing quite a bit of damage without your powers, so we'll leave the kinky shit for another day."
A light huff blew warm air on Tim's face. "I guess that makes sense. Feeling you with Blue K will probably be just as overwhelming as an electric chair anyway."
"Exactly."
Turns out swiping the ring from his father's hand and leaving the man seizing on the floor of his fancy party took little to no effort from Kon. The simplistic ending to his weeks of agony would have thrown the Kryptonian into an unbridled rage if not for his boyfriend distracting him with branding touches and molten kisses.
Tangled together in the back of one of the Wayne’s many limos, Kon's head fizzled into a mosaic mess of colors and feelings. With the ring sitting snugly on his finger, the Kryptonian's body trembled from just how overwhelming simple kisses were.
Tim's lips were so hot they burnt Kon's tender lips, leaving him gasping for more. "Baby, slow down. I'm gonna cum at this rate, and you've barely done anything." A filthy moan spilled from the larger man loud enough for the driver to definitely hear when Tim latched onto his neck.
"Mmm, you don't get it, Kon. I'm going to bleed you dry of orgasms tonight just like how you love to put my body through such sinful torment." Shoving clothing aside, buttons of Kon's suit jacket snapped off and clattered to the floor of the car in Tim's haste to find more of his boyfriend's body to explore.
An amused smile spread across the Kryptonian's face even as his eyes rolled back—the teetering edge of his orgasm rapidly approaching when his pecs were squeezed through the thin material of his shirt. "I do fucking love pushing your body past its limits. It's so satisfying to drag an orgasm from you even when you aren't conscious anymore."
Hooking his ankles together around Tim's waist, Kon buried his fingers in his boyfriend's green locks. "Your pretty voice all hoarse and wrecked. The way your body yields to my cock, allowing it to shape your insides into a perfect mold that I get lost in every time."
The vigilante couldn't keep the smirk from his face as blunt teeth sharpened in the alien's mouth. The meek crybaby from the party was quickly being consumed by the ravenous beast that always sat just below the surface.
"Fuck, baby." Fangs cut Tim's lips as his boyfriend swallowed him up in a vicious kiss. "Forget worrying about me. I've got to fuck you tonight. I'll break you down into my perfect little pet. You'd love to be my dumb little puppy, wouldn't you?"
It was a tempting idea, but the vigilante had better plans for their activities. With a harsh twist of his fingers, Tim tugged on Kon's nipples. A debauched cry fell from the Kryptonian's mouth, his climax crashing over him and completely eradicating the beast in the face of pleasure.
Leaning back to dislodge Kon's hand from his hair, the vigilante admired how wrecked his partner already looked as the man fell back against the side of the car. His sizable chest strained against his shirt as it rose and fell with each heavy breath, and his glazed eyes fluttered, brushing dark eyelashes over flushed cheeks.
"That's it. Sink into the feeling." Unhooking the Kryptonian's legs from his waist, Tim spread the powerful limbs wide. Rolling his hips against the man beneath him, he tempted a plethora of soft moans from Kon, splitting the vigilante's face open with a grin.
"Tonight, you're my pet, understand? We have a long drive back to Gotham, which gives me plenty of time to fuck my precious baby as many times as I want. And I plan to go long after you pass out, so don't think there'll be any escape from me."
A mischievous glint sparked in Kon's eyes, cutting through the warm haze of bliss. "So direct. I know you haven't fucked me since you kidnapped me, but I hope you haven't forgotten." Placing a hand over his stomach, the Kryptonian couldn't fight the trill in the back of his throat at the way Tim's eyes zeroed in with immediate focus.
"I can get pregnant." The melodic lilt to Kon's voice had the vigilante gripping his legs even tighter. Without his powers, the alien could feel the bite of his nails even through the fabric. "If you fuck me that much, you're guaranteed to put a baby in me. Not that I'd mind."
Hanging his head as his cock strained painfully against his pants, Tim hoped that staring at anything but his boyfriend's face would help him get a grip. He hadn't forgotten, how could he? It's something that's been plaguing his mind for over a year, ever since Kon revealed the little-known fact about Kryptonian biology.
Blue K shackles kept the alien's healing factor from repairing all the bruises in the shape of fingerprints and bite marks that littered the man's body as Kon lay exhausted on the twin-sized cot in his cell. Consciousness faded in and out, making things fuzzy and hard to hold on to.
A tired groan was dragged from the large man when he felt familiar hands squeeze his ass, spreading the cheeks to reveal his loose, abused hole. Cum spilled onto the expensive sheets, no doubt ruining them, but Tim couldn't be bothered to care. He was much more enraptured by how soft and squishy the body of a bio weapon was.
"I probably should have asked this beforehand, but I got a little overexcited to bother with the details. Was this your first time?" The way Kon's body quivered in ecstasy at every little touch had Tim believing his new partner might've been a virgin. A sick pride welled up inside him at the thought of claiming this man so thoroughly.
Pushing himself up onto his elbows, the alien glanced over his shoulder. His eyes were still so dangerous despite the exhaustion removing his ability to move. It had Tim feeling like Kon might strike at any moment, and the unease of not knowing tugged the corners of his mouth into a smile.
"Of course, it was my first time. With my powers active, it would take a small miracle for a human to be able to fuck me. Not to mention I'd never give my body over to someone who didn't earn it. I want my children to be strong, which requires strong genes."
"Children? That's kind of out of the picture now that you're with me, don't you think?" Maybe somewhere down the line, if they're ready for a family, Tim can find a good woman for Kon to impregnate if he really wants a lineage.
The Kryptonian gave an airy laugh as he rolled over onto his back. "You're cute when you don't know something. Both male and female Kryptonians have wombs. Which means even with my human side, I can still get pregnant."
Tim's world came to such a screeching halt that he barely registered Kon placing a pale hand over his stomach. Pushing on the warm skin had even more cum oozing out of the taller man. "You fucked me for hours, baby. I didn't realize you were so eager to be a dad."
Panic had the flustered vigilante snatching his hand away. "Wait, no. That's a bit sudden. You should have led with that. Holy fuck, Kon. I am not ready to be a dad." Standing up, thick boots thudded against the cement in muted steps as Tim paced back and forth, running his fingers through his hair wildly.
"I can barely take care of myself, let alone a kid. And I'm not exactly the epitome of safety now, am I? The kid will die before they even reach a full year."
Sitting up, Kon watched his captor crack for the first time since he woke up in this cell. If he were a normal victim, this would be a perfect opportunity to escape. Instead, narrow pupils studied Tim's reaction closely. He was genuinely worried about accidentally killing the child.
The Kryptonian held out his wrists toward the vigilante, the chain connecting his shackles clinking softly. "You don't have to worry, Tim. If you remove my shackles, my body will eradicate any foreign substance. Human sperm is far too fragile to survive with my powers active."
Stopping in his tracks, the vigilante turned to Kon. Relief flashed across his pale eyes before they narrowed in suspicion. "Is that true, or are you just looking for a way to get out of your restraints?"
Tilting his head to the side, Kon smiled. "Good question. For all you know, I could just be playing the long game. Or maybe I'm telling the truth. I guess it comes down to if you're a gambling man."
Approaching his captive, Tim stared down at the larger man. Every voice in his head that cared about self-preservation told the vigilante that Kon wasn't to be trusted. His body language was relaxed, but there was still that dangerous glint in his eyes and the slight twitch of his fingers that undermined his nonchalance.
"What about you? You're the one who wants kids. Why tell me how to keep that from happening?" From his research, it was clear that Kon was incredibly family-oriented. It's not hard to imagine the alien would be passionate about starting his own someday.
Lowering his arms, which were starting to grow tired, the Kryptonian shrugged. "To keep your options open. I mentioned before that since I lost, I have no say in the relationship. So, if you don't want kids, then we won't have them. It's that simple."
"Simple isn't very fun, though. How about we stick to orders you can't refuse? Everything else is on the table, though. Like your opinion on things that involve your body. If it's true that removing your shackles will abort the pregnancy, is that something you're alright with?" Tim was insane, not cruel…to his partner at the very least.
Bright blue eyes blinked. "Y—Yes. I'm okay with that. Kids sound like a great idea in a few years, but I still have a lot of things I want to get to before I settle down." A deep flush accompanied fidgeting that dissolved Kon's dangerous aura in a matter of seconds.
Kneeling before his flustered captive, Tim's expression softened. "What an adorable juxtaposition, my love. You're incredibly turned on by the idea of being completely overpowered by your mate, but swoon when you're treated as an equal. I think I'm falling more and more in love with you."
A laugh fell from plush red lips. "I'm a walking contradiction, and if we do have kids, I'm sure they will be too."
"I think I'd like that. A few years down the road sounds good to me." Family had never been something Tim thought he'd get to have after his parents were killed, and in a matter of weeks, he was given a new father and brother.
Maybe something similar will happen with Kon. Maybe the thought of being a father himself will eventually turn from horrifying to something he wants more than anything.
And a few years is more than enough time to change his mindset.
Or so he thought.
It turned out the idea of forming a family with Kon only took a few months to haunt his mind. Every waking moment not preoccupied with something else was filled with thoughts about what their child might end up like. Would they inherit Kon's love for mangoes or Tim's passion for biology?
Or would they be nothing like their fathers and surprise them?
Warm hands cradled the vigilante's face to tilt it back up toward the very man who threw his mind into chaos to begin with. "I was just teasing, baby. I know you said you weren't ready. I didn't mean to freak you out."
There was a smile on Kon's face, but his voice betrayed how his stomach twisted in knots. It drew Tim in closer, wanting to soothe his boyfriend's nerves. Sweeping him up in a kiss had the Kryptonian sighing softly against his lips. His dazed expression when the vigilante broke away told Tim he accomplished his goal.
"Not freaked out, I promise. A bit of the opposite, in fact. The urge to get you pregnant even though you're in the prime of your hero career is a bit overwhelming." Or rather, the urge to turn Kon into a mother to keep him at home and away from anyone else's prying eyes is what Tim fought against.
And knowing his boyfriend would agree to such an obvious display of possession made it all the more difficult to stick to his previous statement of 'simple wasn't fun'. He liked the rush of letting Kon remain an autonomous person. It was similar to how the chase felt better than the kill.
But he couldn't deny the kill would be delicious.
Hazy blue eyes blinked in surprise. "Wait, are you serious? You really want to put a baby in me?"
Ripping thin cotton to get to warm dark skin, Tim grinned at the deep moan he dragged from Kon's throat when his hands squeezed the contours of the man's body. "More than anything. And now that we have Blue K again, I'd say that is a conversation we should definitely have."
Pale hands moved further down Kon's body, ruining any sense of reasonable thought the closer they got to the top of his pants. "You and your stupid need for equality in this relationship. You should just knock me up here and now. Ooooh fuck."
The Kryptonian's pants weren't any stronger than his shirt, meaning it took the same amount of effort from his partner to tear the stitches. The only piece of clothing that remained intact was Kon's boxers, which peeled off easily, along with the remnants of fabric that had once been part of a suit.
Tim admired his boyfriend's already messy cock bouncing against his abdomen, still hard and drooling with arousal. "Oh, baby. Look at you. Just gorgeous."
A purple nail traced a line from Kon's sternum all the way to his navel. The twitch of Kon's cock at the slow drag had the vigilante biting his lip.
"Without your powers, I can finally see what makes you tick. Do you have the same organs as humans, or are Kryptonians different? Does your mixed DNA mean it's neither, but instead something entirely new? I'm dying to know." If only he'd brought a scalpel. Perhaps it was for the best. He told Kon they wouldn't do anything too kinky, and his impulse control was for shit.
If Tim did have a scalpel on him, there is no doubt in his mind that Kon's entrails would already be open and on full display for him.
A soft whine pulled the vigilante from his fixation. "You can find that out whenever you want. Right now, though, there are better ways of getting to know what my insides are like than cutting me open." Kon looked to be on the verge of tears. Even the cooler air in the car was stirring up his overly sensitive body.
"Enough foreplay, baby. At this rate, I'll cum from just your eyes raking over my body. I'd much rather you fuck me instead." Kon loved Tim's mind and his fascination with his biology, but not when it got in the way of the vigilante burying his cock deep inside his boyfriend.
Tim hummed softly as he made swift work of pulling out his own cock. "You have a point, Kon. Your vivisection can be postponed to a later date. For now, I'd rather make good on my promise to fuck you all the way to Gotham."
Tugging the Kryptonian into his lap, the shorter man sat back against the seat. The new angle had Kon towering over him, his head just barely brushing against the roof of the car. A cheeky grin revealed his boyfriend's sharp teeth as strong arms gripped the back of the seat.
"You want me to ride you? And here I thought you'd be doing all the work?" The smile melted into a low moan when Tim grabbed fistfuls of the alien's supple ass, squeezing and squishing the doughy flesh.
Spreading them enough to dip his middle finger against Kon's pretty pink hole, the vigilante smiled up at his boyfriend. "A tempting idea, but I don't have enough restraint for that. I'm more interested in taking the lead."
Without warning, Tim plunged his finger all the way in til the last knuckle. A high-pitched moan that sounded closer to a cry was ripped from the Kryptonian whose insides spasmed like crazy around the single digit.
"Oh my god!" Another orgasm threatened to spill all over Tim's lap from just one finger. After months of feeling nothing, just the basic level of sensitivity was mind-numbing. If the vigilante wasn't careful with him, Kon could end up going from superhero to dumb bimbo in a matter of seconds.
Moving his finger lazily inside his partner, Tim relished the way the Kryptonian's body trembled against him. "Just as reactive as last time. If you don't keep your voice down, the driver will hear what a filthy slut you are."
Unable to keep still, Kon's desperation for more was evident each time his frantic hips met Tim's languid thrusts. "Who cares! Let him hear. I want him to know just how good you make me feel, Tim. Come on, baby, make me scream. Give me more. Please!"
Rewarding the man's begging, Tim slid two more fingers into Kon's tight hole. The unbelievable stretch had the Kryptonian's body convulsing violently in pleasure. Thick, muscular arms nearly squeezed the vigilante's head to pulp against large pectorals as a second orgasm tore a silent scream from Kon.
Body drawn taut like a bow string, the Kryptonian's release splattered all over Tim's three-piece suit. If the vigilante cared at all about ruining expensive clothing, then he might have some biting words for his partner.
Instead, he milked Kon's cock for all it was worth, not allowing the man a chance to recover as he abandoned his lethargic pace for something more punctuated. Sharp, rapid thrusts of his fingers brought Kon's voice back in a series of beautifully broken moans.
They were loud and untethered, boarding on such a delirious edge they reminded Tim of the Kryptonian's unbridled screams in the electric chair. Kon was just so unapologetically himself when it was just the two of them that it had the vigilante wanting to hide him away even more.
Tugging on green locks, Kon granted Tim a breath of air that, if the shorter man were honest, he was fine without. To suffocate in the bosom of his boyfriend sounded like a wonderful way to meet his end.
"Your fingers—they're gonna make me cum again. I don't want that. Your cock, baby. Let me feel it." Tears spilling freely from overstimulation brought Tim's dangerous partner back to the crybaby from the party.
It always had Tim's heart pumping like crazy. He loved Kon when he was feral and violent, and when he was soft and needy. Every part of Kon had the vigilant growing more and more obsessed with him.
Crooking his fingers just right, Tim brushed against that sweet spot that had Kon seeing stars. "You say that, but your hole is clamping around my fingers so tightly. I don't think you want me to let go of you. Maybe I should wring you dry just like this."
The guttural sob Kon let out had Tim considering the idea. Even if his cock was aching to be inside this boyfriend's incandescent insides, turning the Kryptonian into a blubbering mess was well worth blue balling himself.
"No, no. Please. I've been trapped in this horrible body for so long. Please don't make me wait anymore." With such a pathetically sad voice, Kon almost has Tim caving immediately, but torture didn't always have to be physical.
"You poor sweet thing. Do you think begging will make me feel sorry for you?" A wicked grin filled with too many teeth painted Tim's face. "You know that only excites me more!"
Striking that sweet spot with perfect accuracy once again, sloppy pale fingers bullied Kon's insides in a growing frenzy. "Come on, baby! Try again. Tug on my heartstrings! Play me like a fiddle! Give the audience a real tear-jerker that'll leave them speechless!"
Blue eyes rolled back with a shriek. Pleasure was being forced into every crevice of the alien's shaking body. Thoughts slipped away before they could even take form as Kon's orgasm grew higher and higher.
"I can't! I'm sorry!" Tears splashed onto Tim's cheeks. "I'll do anything—be anything! Just please! Let me cum on your cock."
Stopping abruptly, the vigilante removed his fingers from his boyfriend's quivering body. The sorrowful noise that accompanied the way Kon's hole clenched around nothing was cut off when Tim surged forward.
Tumbling into the seats that sat across from them, the Kryptonian's back met cold leather, sending a chill up his spine.
"Anything you say?"
Bright blue eyes stared up at a deranged smile that was equal parts terrifying and arousing. Nudging against his hole dropped Kon's eyes down to find Tim's cock so tantalizingly close.
"Anything. Anything you want." Reaching out to grab the throbbing member that sat right against his puckered entrance, Kon attempted to drag Tim closer, but the vigilante refused to budge. "I'm yours and only yours. I'll kill for you, I'll die for you. Just please, fuck me!"
Nails bit into Kon's cheeks, turning his gaze back up to his boyfriend. "Give up SuperBoy."
Kon's world came to a grinding halt. "Wha?"
"You said you'd do anything right?" Did Tim say he wouldn't be cruel to his partner? Perhaps that was true a few moments ago, but consistency was what made life unfathomably boring.
"I—yes, but—"
"Then give it up. Everything. The heroing, the epic fights, the paparazzi's flashing lights. Throw it all away for a taste of that bliss you've been craving for so long." The twisted panic, spilling into horror, on Kon's face as he realized Tim wasn't kidding, filled the vigilante with an indescribable sense of glee.
"You'd really make me give it up? I thought you liked SuperBoy?" The fear of having to give up something so important should have left the Kryptonian devastated, but somewhere the wires crossed. His cock twitched in arousal against his better judgment.
It didn't go unnoticed by the vigilante. "I do, but I like having you all to myself even more. There's every chance I'm lying, and I'll let you keep it, but is the risk of that not being the case worth it?"
Dropping his voice down an octave had Kon groaning. "Are you a gambling man?"
It was sick. Kon worked so hard over the years to be more than what Lex made him be. And yet, here he was at the mercy of his mate, about to risk it all for something as fleeting as an orgasm. His already fragile psyche cracked a little further under the strain.
Spreading his hole for his mate, those little cracks grew wider. "I'll do it. I'll give it all up for just a taste of you. No more Superboy, just a pretty little doll."
Like the mad man Tim was, Kon's complete surrender drove him into an absolute fervor. Thrusting his cock all the way in one fluid motion broke his beautiful partner's delicate mind entirely. Like a geyser, the Kryptonian's orgasm erupted with a scream, shaking the man so violently he was afraid he might fall apart.
"That's exactly it! Bring the audience to tears as you give up everything you've worked for just for me!" The kill was just as delicious as Tim knew it would be.
Kon's body shuddered around him as fresh tears ran down his face. He was nothing now. Not the city's hero or a fighter for justice. Bad guys would continue to cause harm because he couldn't say no to his mate's incredible cock.
It should have left the alien in ruin, but his mind was far too fractured to care about anything but how good he felt. Hiking Kon's knees up against his chest, Tim wasted no time setting a brutal pace that left his boyfriend wailing. Sticky, sloppy sounds filled Kon's head with every thrust, reminding him over and over that this was who he was now.
A broken-minded doll made into the perfect image for his manic partner. If the Kryptonian were honest with himself, he couldn't have been happier. This is what it meant to lose the hunt; this is what should have happened back in his cell.
A more rational version of himself was grateful to Tim for allowing Kon to retain his autonomy. After finally gaining agency in his life, the idea of submitting to a mate was exciting, yes, but also a bit disheartening the longer the Kryptonian thought about it. He didn't want to be a pawn to just another maniac set on using Kon for his powers.
But Tim turned out to be nothing like his father.
He actually cared about Kon's input and treated the larger man with respect. It was more than the alien could ever ask for in a mate. But that didn't mean his body didn't ache to be broken into submission the longer he and the vigilante were together. Two sides are constantly warring against each other.
No matter the context, Kon was always torn between wanting two vastly different things in life.
He got his independence and unconditional love from Tim; now it was time to indulge in his unbridled desire to let his boyfriend have complete control over everything Kon was.
"That's a good fucking face you've got there, Kon. This is how you should always be! Blissfully empty without a care in the world. No more anguish, no more tearing yourself apart or bending over backwards to fit others' expectations!" Pressing his forehead against the Kryptonian's, Tim's frantic delirium was a stark contrast to Kon's vacant subservience.
"I love you too much to let you keep suffering, baby. Never again will I let someone like Lex use you. It should have never happened in the first place." If Tim had known all the details in advance, his gun would have been the real thing. Screw B's no-killing rule. No one fucked with what belonged to him and got away with it.
Warm hands found Tim's shoulders, and blunt nails dug into the fabric, trying to find an anchor to hold onto. There wasn't an ounce of aggression present in the Kryptonian. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Don't be mad—"
Kon's words were cut off into a wheeze by a pale hand circling his throat. "Don't you dare apologize! That's all you've been doing tonight, and I'm sick of it. You're perfect! Do you understand me? Absolutely perfect."
Even with a mentality so fractured, Tim will have to remove the Blue K ring for Kon's body to heal it; the Kryptonian was still so conditioned to think everything was somehow his fault.
It infuriated the madman. All he knew how to do was manipulate pliable minds into killing themselves for whatever hyperfixation he had that week. Undoing years of mental abuse wasn't anywhere near his wheelhouse.
If it were, then he wouldn't have lost his adolescence to the very same thing.
Saliva spilled from Kon's mouth, running down his chin as his tongue lolled out. The lack of oxygen had his endorphins running so high that another orgasm crashed over him before he even realized he was close. The intense pleasure blended everything together anyway.
Was it one orgasm or two?
Had ten minutes gone by or 3 hours?
Kon couldn't tell, nor did he want to. The only way to tell there was any passage of time was when Tim spilled inside him or switched their position. They went through countless positions: missionary, cowgirl, piledriver. Every new one was more intense than the last, leaving the Kryptonian trapped in a never-ending cycle of unalterated euphoria.
And true to his words, even when Kon passed out, his boyfriend still used his body for his own personal pleasure. Face pressed into the fibers of the plush carpet that lined the car's floor, the Kryptonian roused to the sore stretch of Tim's cock, spreading him open with deep, unhurried thrusts.
The frantic energy from before had been burned off, giving the alien the chance to enjoy a more sensual side of his boyfriend.
"Back in the waking world, my love?" Tim's voice came from above Kon, prompting the Kryptonian to turn just enough to see his mate bent over him. His green hair was stuck to his forehead and neck with sweat, and his pale face was flushed a soft red, making the man look less like a walking corpse.
A tired hum fell from his lips. "Still feels like a dream. Please tell me we're nowhere close to Gotham. I'm not ready for this to end."
Pulling out for just a moment to turn Kon over, the vigilante sank back into his boyfriend's exhausted body with a deep sigh. Blue eyes fluttered as the Kryptonian's ruined voice cracked around a moan.
"Sorry to disappoint, but we're only a few minutes away. I'd love to keep defiling your gorgeous form even after returning to the Manor, but you need rest." A too-wide smile with a soft edge spread across Tim's face at Kon's affectionate purring.
Kon loved it when his boyfriend was so far off the deep end it made Arkham inmates look sane, and he loved him when the vigilante put the Kryptonian first and foremost. He loved everything about Tim.
"I can keep going. Don't deny yourself on my account."
Leaning down to capture Kon's lips in a soft kiss, Tim felt the alien squeeze around him at the tenderness. "You're exhausted, Kon. And don't forget, you gave yourself up to me. Anything I say goes."
He had a point. "Okay. Can I ask for a favor?"
Cradling Kon's face to squish it in a fit of cute aggression, Tim nodded. "Of course, baby."
"Stay with me, I beg of you. I know you love your cadavers, but your house is so big. It gets so lonely when you leave me in the middle of the night to play with your new toys." The pout on the Kryptonian's face was so open and genuine.
Pale eyes blinked before a guilty smile replaced the previous one. "I didn't realize you were aware of my midnight rendezvous. Once again, your terrible habit of not speaking up when you should have left me neglecting your feelings."
"Sor—" Kon clamped his mouth shut when Tim's eyes flashed cold at hearing another apology. In the very same moment it appeared, it vanished once Kon fixed his mistake. "So you'll stay?"
Another kiss robbed the alien of his thoughts, letting the floaty haze keep him soft and docile. Tim ran his fingers through his precious puppy's curls, scratchy at the base of his skull, to coax out a gentle noise. "Of course I'll stay. I don't want to spend a single second apart from you right now."
The purring got even louder than before.
Kon woke up to his senses as muted as they had been the day before. Sitting up from the expensive mattress that could only have been something from Tim's Manor, the Kryptonian pushed the covers aside to take stock of his naked body.
No marks.
A growl trapped itself behind his teeth. A quick check of his hands confirmed he was indeed missing his Blue K ring. Don't tell him he dreamt the whole night up. It was way too vivid to have been just his imagination, but what other reason could there be for him to be missing his ring?
Why would Tim want to repair the damage he inflicted? Kon wasn't even broken anymore, like he wanted to be.
The rustling of blankets brought the alien's attention to his boyfriend, who was blinking his eyes open to the morning sun. That was another detail that didn't add up. Kon was used to waking up to an empty bed and finding Tim typing away on his computer downstairs. What was he doing here?
Leaning over the shorter man, the Kryptonian blocked the sunlight that poured through the windows. "I have so many questions."
Rolling onto his back, Tim hummed in amusement. "Good morning to you, too. I'm guessing you don't remember much after Lex's party."
"I remember getting the Blue K ring and some fragments of being in the car with you. It's all kind of a blur. I think something about SuperBoy came up, and I recall surrendering myself to you, but I don't remember all the context." Trying to piece everything together gave Kon a headache.
Sitting up to steal a kiss from his boyfriend, the vigilante grinned. "You gave up SuperBoy in exchange for my cock."
Blue eyes widened as the alien's heart skipped a beat. "I did? I–I'm not SuperBoy anymore?" The devastation that should have hit last night hit Kon all at once. Tears blurred his vision immediately at the news, forcing the Kryptonian to try and blink them away before Tim noticed.
Pale fingers brushed the tears that did fall away. "Don't cry. I wouldn't actually take something that important away from you. You're still SuperBoy, I promise."
"You're the worst, I hate you. Don't scare me like that." Kon's childish pout gave off puppy vibes more than dangerous beast vibes.
"You need to be more careful then. You had no idea if I was lying, and you still agreed to it. Your psyche is much more delicate than I thought." No wonder Lex was able to use it to his advantage so easily.
Kon's tears fell into quiet hiccups. "Is that bad? Do you not like that?"
Tilting his head to the side, Tim regarded Kon with a slight detachment. It was how he always looked when he studied Kon like a math problem with a hundred solutions rather than anything else.
"If I'm honest, no. I'm not a big fan of it because others can use it against you. But on the other hand, I do love how close you are to tipping over the edge and joining me in my world."
Always the walking contradiction. Tim really did snag himself such a fascinating boyfriend.
"Were you testing me last night? Is that why you pushed so hard?"
The detachment turned to sheepishness as Tim rubbed the back of his neck. "That would be a great excuse for my actions, but truth be told, I was fully intent on leaving you my broken little doll that I could hide away and keep all to myself."
"Oh." Confusion laced Kon's expression. "Why didn't you?"
Tapping the side of his head, the vigilante sighed. "Morailty. It kicked in around the time I brought you into the Manor and would not leave me alone until I removed the ring. It wasn't really your style anyway. I plan to turn the Blue K into something much more suitable."
"Like shackles? I did always think the ones you trapped me in were quite pretty." They could almost be seen as an engagement ring, though they needed some diamonds set into them to really make them worth showing off.
Pale fingers circled Kon's throat pressing hard enough for the Kryptonian to feel the pressure through his thick skin. "I was thinking of something more personal, something that showed off how you belong to me and only me."
A shiver ran up Kon's back at Tim's implication. "In that case, I can't wait to see it."