Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice.
A/N: I feel like I'm behind on my requests. To those who have made requests, I apologize and promise that I will get to them soon. This is another one for Vanessa Masters. This is going to be pure fluff and love. I'm going for the romantics on this one.
Title: The Strength of a Man
Summary: He was no Superboy
Pairing(s): Tommy Terror/Cameron Mahkent
Warnings: yaoi, enough fluff to choke a small elephant, OOCness
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"Did you love him?"
Cameron glances up; his lips and neck are stained red and marked with teeth but he bears them like women bear their pretty jewels, but Cameron's bangles will last much longer than a pearl necklace or ruby ring.
"What are you talking about, Tommy?"
"Did you love him?"
"Who?"
"Superboy."
Cameron's eyebrows furrow together. His lithe body is curled around Tommy's muscular frame, his long limbs stretching across the pale expanse of Tommy's rippling chest.
"No."
"How can you be sure?"
"Because what I felt for him is not what I felt for you."
"What did you feel for him?"
Cameron sighed, and Tommy ran his fingers over the hills that were Cameron's ribs. Cameron rolled on top of Tommy, his elbows resting on Tommy's broad pectorals. His smile was all honest—all Cameron.
"He's not what I want."
"Why?"
Cameron kissed Tommy's neck, his warm mouth gently sucking at the tight flesh of Tommy's neck.
"I don't wear his marks; I wear yours."
"But why? Look at me."
"I am."
Cameron moves over Tommy's body like water—cool and inviting. His mouth and lips were hot as he traced each muscle.
"You can swallow me up like the Big Bad Wolf swallowed Little Red. Superboy doesn't have enough muscle to accomplish that. You're charm far exceeds Superboy's, and you're much warmer than he was. You make me laugh, and you accept me everything that I am—perverted, psychotic, sporting around my own daddy-issues. You never question any of it, and you listen to me when I need to rant."
Cameron kissed him again, and Tommy moaned when he felt the gentle pinprick of Cameron's teeth against his bottom lip. When Cameron pulled way, Tommy kissed his neck and shoulders, creating new marks where the old ones had faded.
"Besides," Cameron's voice was a heated whisper, "Superboy's cock is like a freakin' hot dog compared to yours."
Cameron rocked down on Tommy's cock for emphasis, and Tommy growled low in his throat.
"Now c'mon, we probably only have a couple of hours before our next assignment. Let's make good use of our time."
