2. Superboy

The problem only gets worse later on the next day, when it's just him and Conner at the mountian. M'gann had gone off to train with her Uncle. Robin, Wally, and Artemis were off in school, leaving him and Conner to languish in Mt. Justice for a bit of peace and quiet.

At least that's what Kaldur had hoped it would be, if only he could stop noticing just how beautiful Conner really is. How his lips look much like a pout when he's frowning about something. Not to mention the physic he's seen hidden underneath the Boy of Steel's clothing.

Closing- no wait. He shouldn't close his eyes. It would only enhance this notion and not to mention another development occurred where he could literally smell their scent.

It never used to bother him- not like when he first stepped on land and everything bombarded his senses like a freight train barreling down on a car.

It had dulled over the years and now suddenly he couldn't get their scents out of his mind.

"What are you looking at?" Conner's voice snaps Kaldur out of his thoughts, causing him to stare in those icy-blue eyes. "Is there something on my face?"

"N-no." Kaldur thinks this may be a good time to leave. "I think I shall go to my room-something I need to take care of."

He walks stiffly out again and wonders if he could really be around them at all.

The answer, of course, arrives when not only has he just gotten situated in his room, but the door opens without so much as a knock.

"Conner-?"

He doesn't have much time to say anything other then that because his mouth is busy defending against the onslaught that is Conner's kiss and being pressed against the teen's hard body.

The response from Kaldur is immediate. He's yielding to him, bending and pressing his hips against Conner's with a soft sound making it's way out of his throat. His hands clenching the shirt that often rips- he's noticed that on much missions it does. Silently, is quite thankful for it- as those soft sounds turn into moans.

When they part, they're gasping and Kaldur's not quite certain what is going on other then, it feels good. Everything in him is telling him to keep going. To see it through because-

"Bed. Now."

Kaldur doesn't remember when he got on the bed, or when the clothes came off. What he does remember is the feel of Conner's body, pressing down against him. The look on his face when Kaldur rolls his hips against him. He leans forward and licks along his shoulders to his lips. He likes the taste of Conner.

At the moment, he's so focused on this, he paid little attention to the fact that his tattoos have begun to glow randomly. If Conner's noticed it, he doesn't care about it as his hands wander down the Atlantean's side and slips between their bodies drawing a sharp sound from him.

"Conner."

"Oil."

Kaldur reaches out to the bedside table almost blindly, even though his mind half wonders how exactly did the clone know to ask for that.

For that matter, what in the name of Neptune did they teach him?

It doesn't matter, not now. He was too busy watching Conner, trying to catch his breath even as he felt rather shy being so exposed. It shouldn't have bothered him much, given what they just did- what he's done. But it does.

His mind snaps back to the present feeling the first oiled finger slide inside him. Kaldur shifts only slightly, getting use to that when Conner adds a second one that robes him of his breath because it hit that one spot that made his hips buck on their own and his toes curl a little.

Conner smirked, tortuously pumping those two fingers in and out of Kaldur drawing out all kinds of words and sounds from the dark teenager whose arms wrap around his shoulder.

Conner likes this. He likes hearing the usually stoic leader beg and lose that control he routinely holds on to. Conner doesn't know what made him follow Kaldur back to his room and do this. Or maybe he does. There was something different about Kaldur in the last few days that made him take notice. A scent, maybe? Either way, it was driving him crazy and he doesn't like how the others look at the leader too.

He finally pulls his fingers free of Kaldur's tight hole, having half driven him to the edge. He nibbles those plump lips, biting them slightly, distracting Kaldur just before he leans back. Lifting those sexy hips-there's more than one reason why he likes standing behind him- he only pauses to look at him.

"Been with anyone?" Conner wasn't an idiot. He knows how important that question can be.

Kaldur shakes his head, not trusting his voice at the moment. Then again, there was little for him to say other then gasp and lie utterly still as Conner's hard length stretches him. He barely registers the clone saying "Relax."

He lets out a shuddered breath he's been holding and relaxes a bit. It wasn't as unpleasant as he thought it would be but it wasn't exactly making him scream in pleasure here. But once he was sure it was alright, he leans up and kisses Conner deeply, his way of saying he was fine before the other teen starts moving.

It doesn't take long before Kaldur completely forgets the initial joining and became so lost in the passions that Conner was stirring up, that he starts slipping into his native language. Clinging to him, scratching up the broad shoulder teen's back, desperate for more. More of him and of this, he can't help but wonder if Batman was watching.

There's a very small part of him that hopes so, but it's lost in the pleasure the pulls him down, makes him cling to Conner more if possible.

Somewhere in this mess of emotions and sensations, he gasps, "Bite me."

Conner doesn't hesitate on the request, but pins him to the mattress, running his tongue along his throat finding the place he had wanted to do for quite a while. The only thing that could dent Atlantean skin.

He finds it amusing in his own way as he bites down hard enough to draw blood, wringing out a hiss that turns into a deep groan from Kaldur.

Later, he would reflect that maybe, just maybe, he shouldn't have done that.

Because he doesn't remember what happened after that for the next hour, other then they broke the bed and were so marked up by each other that someone would've thought they had been in a battle.

Exhaustion was almost bone deep when he collapses back on the bed and pulls Kaldur's body closer to him. Possessively so. The scent that had teased him before was faint now. Less intense but sleep was dragging Conner away so he doesn't think about the dark shadow in the doorway.