Prompt: "Anyone who gets between you and I will regret it.", requested by theragingartist
Warning: Dark implications
Note: AU of my ongoing story, Consequences, as per theragingartist's request

She was puzzled. Three days she hadn't heard back from the cute, bright-faced intern. The boy would've jump for her attention and immediately text back his reply, but nothing. Her phone sat in her pocket, vacant with not a single buzz of any response. Damn, there weren't anyone else she was interested in to help her to relieve her wantons!

The Doctor highly doubted the gnomes even have compatible genitalia. With a shudder at the very idea she wasn't interested. Debating if she should seek out Dubbliex to ask about the said intern's whereabouts or not, Kagome slouched into her chair and kicked at the freshly red blanket taking over the feet of her desk.

(Those damn things apparently were of the genomorphs' doings, no matter where they went.)

Dubbliex invited in the said intern, in order to keep the front of a business to guise their newest hideout. He also did so to help with Kagome's physical needs, remarking once that she needed to get rid of her stresses over caring for their very needy superhuman ward. She shouldn't be surprised considering the Alpha genomorph seemed to know just about everything, about everyone.

It was disconcerting at first, but it was something Kagome grew to accept over time. It did come in handy too. But, she was told nothing of the intern's mysterious absences. Dubbliex would've said something. He should have.

Why hadn't he?

Noting the absence of tiny gnomes in her misshaped office—even her tiny assistants weren't anywhere to be seen. Annoyed and frustrated Kagome shot up from her seat, her kitten heels clacking thunderously against the metal floor. Grasping the door level she paused when a dull thrum in the back of her head told her someone was near. Opting to ignore it she pressed on, pulling open the door.

Kagome stared straight on a familiar red shield, and blinked.

"Doctor."

She lifted her eyes and saw Superboy's face, "Ah, Superboy." Kagome thought she saw something flashed by in his sharp gaze. Clearing her throat she continued, "Do you need something? I have to run something quick to Dubbliex."

Superboy resettled his shoulders, using his size to block the Doctor from leaving the office. "What is it?"

Pausing at his strange behavior Kagome frowned, "I just wanted to know where Mr.—" she remembered that Superboy hadn't care to learn of the intern's name, "the intern had gone, is all."

This brought out a harsh glower that startled her, "Oh, him." Superboy grasped onto the door frame, metal peeling from underneath his nails. His broadening shoulders had Kagome stepping a fair distance back, a hurt confusion washed over her expression.

"Superboy!?" She yelped when a large hand launched out at her shoulder.

The next thing she knew, her back and bare legs met the cold floor, with an near-deafening impact that send radiating hums throughout her body. With a whimper at the dull pain and her hands curling tight, Kagome shook her head of the blackness that spotted across her sight. Then her knee hit a thick, solid column of muscles.

She stiffened, blinking awake and saw the limbs caging her in, underneath a large body. Rolling forth her head rather hesitantly Kagome flinched when she caught the heated glare of a pair of bright blue eyes. "Superboy…?"

"Doctor." He started, his head lowering too close to hers. She bit back the urge to recoil when she felt his hot breath on her lips. There were no need to antagonize him any further, though Kagome wasn't sure of exactly what she did to make Superboy upset with her. "Doctor. My Doctor."

Kagome squeaked when his hot hand grappled on her thigh and flexed his fingers there, "Superboy, what are you doing!?"

She was confused. Was this supposed to be something unwanted?

At her flinch Superboy paused, and with some considerable silence he slipped his hand off of her leg—leaving behind a red handprint. "Isn't this what you wanted?" He murmured, turning his fingers into Kagome's dark mane, "You wanted relief, didn't you?"

Silence took roots, as confusion twisted her perceptive. Why was her Superboy like this?

"I didn't like it." He said, nosing in her hair. Sighing at her scent Superboy slanted his eyes to stare deep into the Doctor's. She furrowed her brows at his words. "I didn't like sharing you, my Doctor."

And a dawning horror came. "What did you do to him?" Kagome's words came out breathy, when she found her voice fading at the very possibility of the intern's death.

He laughed—something that should have been a dark, deep, and chilling sound, it came out like a simple boy's laugh at something small and silly. Trailing down a light press of his lips across her cheek, Superboy then harrumphed, "I didn't do anything that bad. I know you and Dubbliex wouldn't like it when I hurt a citizen so," he shrugged, "I just scared him. That's all."

Her limbs stiffened, and she squished together her thighs when she finally realized two things.

Her Superboy wasn't naive.

And he wanted her.

"I won't hurt you, Doctor." Superboy promised, a thumb rolling over her lips as he eyed it, "But I won't let anyone to get between you and I." He pressed a firm grip on the back of her head, invoking a small yelp, and claimed her lips fiercely.

Kagome didn't fight back, though uncertainty warred inside of her consciousness. Slowly she pressed back into his kiss, returning as much ferociousness as she feebly could under the weight of his strength. Eventually she had to push him away, the pair of organs under her breasts burned.

Superboy flexed his hand onto her thigh again, and smiled with dark edges in his lips, "They will regret it."