Chapter 1


J'onn was sweating. He was hot, and he was sweating and three minutes away from doing something very human-- like freak out.

He was sweating.

That in itself was weird, seeing how he was an alien and therefor had no sweat glands, thus making sweating impossible. But it seemed that in the last forty-eight hours or so, he had developed them.

The martian could practically fell the moisture dripping off his body as he laid in his bed, starring up at the ceiling. Which was another thing-- his senses were going haywire.

He had always been able to feel things better than humans could, but never to this extent. It had become noticeable yesterday while on monitor duty. And after nearly passing out due to system overload, he had decided to stick to his sleeping quarters.

He was pretty sure he knew what was wrong with his body and if he was correct, then it would all be over in twelve short hours. Nothing he couldn't handle, and as long as he didn't stay in anyone's presence for too long in that period of time, everything would be fine.

Which wouldn't be too hard; the only ones in the tower currently were Wonder Woman, Hawk Girl and Batman. Diana and Shayera were resting in their quarters and Batman was waiting for him to relieve him of monitor duty.

J'onn could do this. Batman wasn't one for small talk, and would probably leave after giving him a status report. Five minutes tops and the Dark Knight would be on his way to his cave, and he'd be alone to sweat out the next twelve hours in peace.

He could do this.

Slowly, he pulled himself up and inched his way out of his chambers, thankful that his room was closer than the others. Because if he had to walk --he couldn't fly right now-- all the way from where Flash's resting quarters were, well he'd have never been able to make it.

So with his body on autopilot, he walked into the monitor room and listened to the Bat give the report that was required. Latching onto those words, pouring all his energy into focusing at the task at hand, rather than how incredibly sexy Batman looked or how he had the perfect ass or--

Why was he sitting down?

"What are you doing?" J'onn asked, feeling his patience starting to slip because the human was supposed to be leaving at this point and he was supposed to be alone, except he wasn't leaving, and was settling in as if he was going to be there all night.

With him.

In the monitor room.

With him.

"Superman," Batman growled out the name, as if to make perfectly clear just whose brilliant idea this was, "was worried. He asked me to do the shift with you." Which meant he'd probably begged and pleaded until the Bat had agreed.

And as J'onn took in what that meant, he felt his patience go out the window. "That...boy scout! I can take care of myself and I do not require that fool's help!"

The vigilante stared at the alien, taking in his harsh breathing and the sweat that was starting to appear on green skin which was slightly paler than normal. Truth be told, he looked like he was sick. Were martians able to get sick?

Looks like Clark was right. Sighing mentally, he turned his back to the martian and tried to ignore the glare that was thrown his way as he stated, "Well if I wasn't staying before, I'm sure as hell staying now."

J'onn forced himself to calm down as he sat down in the chair next to the human, trying very hard to ignore the sensations that were screaming at him. Which only increased as he began typing on the computer's keyboard. "I'm fine, Batman."

A snort. "I'm sure you are."

He is not going to leave my side, J'onn realized. His body was growing hotter and more wet as the seconds ticked by and there was someone sitting right next to him. The sweat was meant to attract possible mates. Pretty soon Batman would notice the peculiar scent and then...and then...

Of course, there is no definite possibility that he will even react to the scent. He is, after all, human.

Most likely the Bat couldn't even smell it. They would probably continue their shift in peace, and after the twelve hours passed, he wouldn't have to deal with the heat for another ten thousand years.

How he managed to even get in heat was beyond him. It hadn't been anywhere close to ten thousand years since his last one. He still had about eight thousand more to go. Maybe it was because of the stress, or it could be because he no longer had a mate and it was his subconscious' way of calling out for one.

Whatever the reason, J'onn was determined to fight it. He wasn't a child anymore; he could handle the Heat. All he had to do was concentrate.

Which was really hard, with Bru-Batman sitting right next to him. And was it his imagination or had the chair gotten closer? Glancing to his left, the martian calculated the distance and felt a slight panic. Silly, really. It was closer, but only a tiny amount. Nothing to worry about.

Batman probably did it subconsciously.

Batman never does anything subconsciously.

They sat in silence for what had to have been at least an hour, before the Dark Knight stood up, excusing himself to go the bathroom. Unusual, but not very. Humans had bladders that occasionally needed emptying. Batman was no exception.

Even though he'd never done that before.

Several minutes later, J'onn heard footsteps behind him and strengthened his control. He refused to let the Heat cloud his judgement. Refused to let it get the better of him. He'd let that happen once two thousand years ago and it wasn't going to happen again.

The footsteps stopped behind him, and he felt the panic increase. Please sit down...please sit down...

Dead quiet. No movement from behind him and he forced himself to relax. Batman was a human, the chances of him being able to smell the--

Batman leaned over and buried his face in the martian's neck, breathing in deeply.

J'onn froze, his eyes widening to almost painful degrees as he felt those cool lips make contact with his heated flesh. It was just the Heat that was making the human react this way; he had to try and make him see reason.

"Ba...Batman..."

He swallowed thickly as the lips started trailing downward, a moan escaping his throat. Tried chanting in his minds all the reasons that this was wrong so he could strengthen his resolve. Batman was male and human and...

Licking and biting and...

Male and human and being seduced by the Heat and...

Rubbing and touching and...

Touching...

Not able to stand having the man behind him where he couldn't do any of the touching, J'onn turned around and launched an attack of his own; capturing the Bat's lips in a lust-filled kiss that probably didn't serve to help matters at all.

And as articles of a dark costume started to litter the floor of the monitor room; a part of J'onn's mind laughed at him. Trying to resist the Heat? Such foolishness. The Heat always won in the end. However, he couldn't find it in himself to be disgusted or ashamed, not when the Bruce was doing that with his tongue.

Yet even though it was the most sexual activity he'd done in quite some time...

It still didn't feel like it was enough.

Martians made love differently than humans did.

The Heat was amplifying his senses, and making the touches enjoyable, certainly. But it wasn't the same. Could never be the same.

Then that tongue brushed over a certain spot and he gasped, being jerked back to the present and the situation he was now in. Not horrible mind you; but still...

However, as he made eye contact with Bruce, he realized that he wasn't the only one who noticed it. He didn't have to be a telepathic to read the want in those eyes. That was how the Heat worked. It amplified everything. Lust, need, want...

"A...you are...cer...certain?" It was hard to talk when he kept moving his hands everywhere, and H'ronmeer did he have to be so sensitive?

"Yes."

It was only the Heat talking. J'onn knew that if Batman was in his right mind that he wouldn't even think such a thing, more or less suggest it. But the Heat was fogging his judgement, and the martian found that while he knew that there would most certainly be consequences once all this was over; he didn't really care.

So with eager enthusiasm, he opened up his mind and linked to Bruce's, feeling the wild waves of emotion, energy and passion wash over them, rippling through their bodies as he felt for once in a really long time that he was finally complete.

Things progressed very quickly after that.

--

H'ronmeer stared down on the scene with wide eyes, trying to put together what had just happened. A human? Of all the ones J'onn could have chosen...

Kal-El of Krypton was a good choice. He could work with Kal-El. The alien was strong, intelligent, kind. A perfect match.

Diana of Themyscira he could handle. Shayera of Thanagar was fine too. Even John Stewart or Wallace West of Earth were acceptable.

But...Bruce Wayne?

The man was just that a man. Completely human with no powers whatsoever. Intelligent to be sure, and perhaps strong by human standards but he didn't even compare to Kal-El or Diana. How could he? He was just a human! How was he supposed to work with that?!

Slumping down in his chair, H'ronmeer closed his eyes as he tried to think of a way out of this mess. For whatever the reason, J'onn had chosen the human in his time of Heat. He couldn't risk sending the Martian into another heat. There was a reason it only happened once every ten thousand years. The Heat took a lot out of the body. He'd already but J'onn in danger by forcing it to happen again so soon. There was no way his body would be able to handle it again.

He let out a deep sigh. So that meant, that he was stuck with the human.

I am completely lost on what to do, the God realized. I have no idea how a human's mind works.

Another sigh. That only meant one thing; he was going to have to ask C'eridyall for help. Great. She always hated it when he interfered with the little earthlings. She had taken to watching over them after J'onn had made their planet his new home. However, she was the only one who could help him...

Well, he supposed there was always Earth's Gods...but if he told them what he'd done they'd get all in a huff and he really didn't need that right now...

It was with that thought that he contacted her.

C'eridyall...I require your assistance.

What did you do NOW?


I hope you like it! I've already gotten this segment's chapters all written out. All six of them. I'll probably be posting a new chapter every few days or so.