AN: See, told ya I didn't leave it. D: *still got a couple of papers to finish*


He cannot stand this. It has been almost two weeks since Bruce last touched him and he doesn't like that. Correction, his fantasies aren't fulfilling enough.

Two weeks and Bruce has not touched him at all. He's gone before Kaldur wakes. He's not there when Kaldur goes to sleep at night. However, Kaldur knows he's been there because of the fading warmth from his side of the bed.

Put it simply- Kaldur was becoming a bit lonely.

He gnaws a little at the end of a pen thinking on how to do this. He wants him-but he doesn't want to seem needy.

At the moment, it's the rare time that Bruce is home up in his study.

Perhaps...?

No, he dismisses the idea and looks away. Another thought that's kept him awake was the idea of what Conner and Megan had offered.

Really it was null now. He would become a citizen of this land and return to his home when he pleased without so much of a problem.

No, his real issue was why Black Manta's men were there. Had something happened to Atlantis? Was the kingdom in need of assistance?

His father would've never allowed such scum to rise to the surface world- lest they knew that their world is real and then they would never stop hunting them.

He needs to figure this out, but how?

He makes a face, no he shouldn't involve Bruce, but then again...perhaps he could? Bruce didn't seem like the type to try and make money off of flesh- buy it, maybe but still..

Eventually he got up, he needs to make a choice and soon.


"Are you certain you wish to continue this, Master Bruce?" Alfred raises a brow.

"Of course, Alfred." Bruce leans back somewhat, "If he's going to be a citizen here, he needs the proper documentation."

"This is illegal, I'm sure you know." Alfred pours some tea into his cup. "In several countries I might add."

Bruce only smiles slightly, "I won't tell if you won't."

"Of course." Alfred's brows rose in a vague amused expression before he left him.


Kaldur has no idea what he's suppose to do now. He's been at the manor for almost six months now. In that time frame after the initial first month or so and then this, he had been drilled on everything he needed to know for this citizenship test.

It was extensive, long and detailed. It reminded him of his lessons when he lived in Atlantis.

Atlantis, it's been quite sometime hadn't it? He wonders if he's forgetting things now because of living for so long on land. What about the language?

That thought bothered Kaldur a lot more than he wanted to admit.

In this time, he was alone right now studying a bit more because the next testing would be in a few more months. He hopes he'll know more and possibly it'll be enough. However, he doesn't want to lose any more of what he once was in order to try to get back.

Breathing out he rubs his temples slowly trying to think of other things. He glances at the clock and finds that Bruce still hasn't returned.

He wonders if the older man was avoiding him. He doesn't like that thought.

His head snaps up hearing the door open and he felt himself smile slightly seeing him.

"Bruce." Rolling out of bed, Kaldur moves to greet him but stops. What was that scent? "Where were you? It is late."

"Another charity ball." Bruce doesn't look at him heading straight for the bathroom. "Are you done studying?"

There- that smells female. Kaldur unconsciously felt his eyes narrow on him and his mouth turn into a frown. "What is that?"

"What is what?"

"You smell like a woman."

There's a noncommittal sound as the light turns on in the bathroom. Kaldur felt his utter irritation boil over mixed with hurt and confusion. Before he even realize what he was doing, he had Bruce pinned to the bathroom floor, straddling his hips with his teeth barred for a moment.

"Did you sleep with another person?" He demands glaring at him. "Did you?"

"Why should it matter?" Bruce was somewhere between a tad bit scared but mostly concerned because he's never seen the Atlantean act or rather respond so violently to something like this. "You will be a citizen soon and leave. Not to mention- you're not a pet. Why shouldn't I -?"

The stream of words stop because Kaldur kissed him. Well, not kiss so much as trying to show him how stupid he was being. At least in Kaldur's eyes he was.

Honestly, he doesn't know why he's reacting so strongly to this. It wasn't the first time but.. he didn't like it.

He didn't want Bruce to go out and find someone else if he's there. That realization hit him so suddenly, he nearly stops licking at the bite he placed on Bruce's chest.

He also notes that the man was not stopping him as he continued on his pursuit of touching warm skin by ripping away the clothing that stood between them.

"Foolish human." Kaldur mutters- completely in his mother tongue, "Search for others while I am here? You will learn this lesson, well and not to challenge my claim."

Bruce didn't quite understand anything that was said, only grunts a bit at another bite- possibly the inside of his right thigh? "Kaldur- Stop this. What are you-" He didn't even finish that sentence while trying to sit up and stop him.

He watched as the teen makes his hard cock disappear into that hot mouth, sucking purposefully and hard at certain points that Bruce almost forgot why he should even try to stop him.

Kaldur finds the need to make it ridiculously clear that Bruce wasn't allowed to do this any more, however the ever more pressing need was to make that woman's scent disappear. It bothers him so badly, he doesn't think straight when he moves his mouth from him and stares right into his eyes as if challenging him to object to anything.

Dimly, as he moves and tosses off his yoga pants then leans forward with a webbed hand planted firmly on Bruce's chest- the webbing sliding unmercifully over the hard nipple that was trapped between the fingers, Kaldur recalls how some from the kingdom get extremely territorial about their partners.

The king was notably one with the queen.

But such thoughts vanished as his eyes fluttered closed, savoring the feel of Bruce's cock filling him up as he pushes himself downwards with a groan. He settles there for a moment, unsure if he could take all of him in like this. However, he opens his eyes and looks at him, a dangerous feeling curling around the lust he felt at this moment.

"You are mine." He says this without thinking but lifts himself up only to impale himself again, slowly riding him. "Mine alone. You belong to me."

He should not be speaking these words. They're..things you do not say to just anyone.

Bruce is utterly fascinated by this. Because while his Atlantean prince is riding him, those tattoos were glowing. Small sparks- that would probably hurt if he was in the right state of mind- were arching along the normally black inked arms that were now aglow in an almost harsh light blue color. He wants to touch him, he really wants to have him now and forget about his precautions to keep Kaldur at arms' length. If only because he knew that the moment the teen was a citizen he would leave.

Bruce does not enjoy the feeling of someone leaving him.

Only half aware of his movements- because this situation is almost beyond belief- his hands slip to Kaldur's waist then hips helping him more as a deep moan works itself from Bruce's lips that trails along Kaldur's throat.

Something about this seems right. Everything from the hard rocking of Kaldur on top of him, with his webbed hand that was fisted in the tousled black hair to him gripping those hips more, forcing it harder and dragging his teeth along the exposed throat that Kaldur seems to offer.

There were no other words, no endearments of any kind, just them trying hard to imprint the memory of themselves on each other in such a way that neither will forget the other.


Kaldur wakes suddenly from a dream that slips away into nothingness taking everything it had been with it. He doesn't remember the dream only a vague sense of satisfaction and dread. It was a peculiar mix that he found unsettling.

He realizes, with his growing awareness of his surroundings, that he's on the floor, nude, cuddled up to a warmer body. That his own body aches and is sore from the waist down among other things. He also realizes that the crook of his neck hurts pretty badly.

That's when it comes back crashing down on him like a sudden downpour of rain.

He..did not just... Did he?

Swallowing slightly- he notes that his throat is extremely sore now- he glances up at the sleeping face of Bruce, who kept a possessive arm around him, and saw something similar when his eyes wandered towards the man's chest.

Oh..

Neptune have it, he did something he shouldn't have.

Laying his head back down, he closes his eyes and stifles a groan of equal embarrassment and disbelief tinged with only a small bit of shame.

How was he going to explain this later?