Revelations
It wasn't that La'Gaan was scared of Conner. He was just afraid of the dream that he had had. He didn't know what it meant or why he had done such things. Despite knowing it was a dream all along, the Atlantean felt it had been so eerily real. So he stuck to avoiding Conner. For some reason, he felt like he could not face him after the dream. Maybe in a week or so, but not right now. Perhaps, all he needed was a few weeks rest after everything he had been through.
La'Gaan chose to recline in the television room like he had done at the start of all this. He absent mindedly clicked through show after show trying to find something of interest. He huffed until he just turned the volume down low on the History channel. It was a boring special so he was happy to lay on the couch and allow the voice to lull him into slumber. A nap may do him so good...healthier than television certainly.
That was around when the door clicked shut behind him. Alarmed, La'Gaan popped up to see Conner enter the room as neutral faced as ever. Trying not to panic became very hard all of a sudden. Had all his avoiding gone to waste? Why had Conner closed the door? La'Gaan did not show his fear however as Conner walked around and sat down on the couch next to La'Gaan. Instead he looked at him defiantly without saying a word.
"Are you just going to sit there and stare or are you going to tell me why you've been avoiding me all week?"
"What do you think?"
"Fine, then I'll speak." La'Gaan was surprised at this. What could Conner have to say. The clone sighed and continued, "I-I'm sorry, I guess for nearly beating the crap out of you...twice...and for not exactly being the nicest person."
"I was dating your ex-girlfriend."
"Well, nice has never been my strong suit as it is, but yeah that didn't help." Conner actually smirked there for a brief second before going back to his usual default face setting. "No real excuse for being a jerk though."
"It...it's okay," La'Gaan admitted as he tried to see Conner's point of view. He had been desperately in love with M'gann. And, if what Conner had said earlier was true, then she had broken his trust. La'Gaan bit his lip. "Why are you apologizing all of a sudden anyway?"
"I figured I was being too hard on you and since-," began Conner, but he was cut off.
"M'gann broke up with me you thought we could be friends or some crap. Neptune's Beard..." La'Gaan spat sourly. "You only want to be my "friend" now because I got dumped by M'gann just like you. You finally got your wish."
"It's not like that," Conner growled in a dangerous tone.
"Sure sounds like it!" snapped La'Gaan. Maybe Conner would just leave him alone now. He didn't want to be Conner's friend. Ever. But, instead of leaving the raven haired clone grabbed La'Gaan's shoulder and forced him to be face to face once again with the half-Kryptonian. The heat flooded to his cheeks as hot breath once again danced acrossed his face.
"Well, it's not," said Conner. La'Gaan struggled lightly to get free, but Conner wasn't letting go.
"Why do you always get so close?! Why don't you just leave me alone with my boring television! Stay away from me and my dreams and anything you decide t-!" La'Gaan was sharply cut off by Conner's lips on his. Just like the dream... La'Gaan tried to push away at first, but Conner was inevitably too strong for him. With a deep breath following, the Kryptonian finally pulled away.
"You yell at me too much," he growled huskily. And that was La'Gaan felt his heart pound painfully in his chest. He had a hand behind Conner's back and pounded it.
"I'll yell as much as I like," he replied angrily. "And warn me next time." The words escaped La'Gaan's mouth before he could stop them. He inwardly cursed himself in vibrant Atlantean.
"Next time?" asked Conner.
"Er, by that I mean...Neptune's beard...that is...um," La'Gaan stammered, tongue tied.
Conner's eyes narrowed at him and La'Gaan didn't know whether to be scared or excited. Or scared that he was kind of excited. The clone huffed out, "Just for that, I'm never going to warn you. Ever."
"What?" asked La'Gaan taken aback. However, thoughts fleeted him as Conner once more collided with his lips. This time, he decided not to hold back. The Atlantean tilted his hand and dug his talons into Conner's back. The clone grunted a little in what sounded almost like pleasure and pushed La'Gaan so that his back was lying on the couch.
Conner then pressed his lips hard on La'Gaan's. Not accepting that fact that Conner wanted dominance, La'Gaan pushed back up with his mouth hard as well, but Conner's hands kept him firmly in the position directly under the clone. La'Gaan heard another light moans from Conner as he raked his claws down the back of the Boy of Steel. However the he also grunted in annoyance, "My shirt..."
"Don't worry, chum, I'll pay for the new one," La'Gaan whispered and this time he closed the gap between them. A chuckle shook Conner's body as La'Gaan said this. The clone moved his hands underneath La'Gaan and touched a sensitive spot on back like he was trying to kill someone with a massage. Involuntarily, La'Gaan's hips bucked up forward into Conner. The clone smirked although La'Gaan could only partially see it as their faces were so close together.
La'Gaan let his sharp teeth nip at Conner's lip. The clone responded with a tongue entering into the Altantean's. Not backing down, La'Gaan let his tongue tussle with Conner's for control. The sensual pleasure had La'Gaan not thinking of anything else. It was just him and Conner and La'Gaan liked it. From all the touching, he could tell Conner did too. And that was possibly their biggest mistake. When they, parted for air a voice spoke up.
"Oh no, don't stop! I was enjoying the show!"
"Nightwing!?"
"Or do you want me to go to another room. How about the meeting room? Where I called you three minutes ago," quipped the raven haired acrobat. "But I see you two need some alone time so if you'll excuse me. Also, don't bother giving me some excuse to feed them."
"You wouldn't!" said Conner, as he remained on top of La'Gaan. The Atlantean understood his fear. Sure, he wanted to do that again, but until he and Conner worked out what they were now (and there were plenty of options), no one needed to know. Especially not M'gann.
"Then get to the meeting," instructed Nightwing. Conner got off from on top of La'Gaan and the Atlantean followed. During the entire meeting, their leader was smirking and Conner and La'Gaan couldn't look at each other at all.
1 year later...
The current drifted around La'Gaan as he over looked Poseidonis. He smiled. He was nervous beyond belief, but he had been reassured that everything was going to work out fine. All the assurances couldn't stop him from being nervous though. It would be their first time meeting him...it would be his first time meeting them...
La'Gaan turned around and called out through his underwater telepathy, "Come on, slow fins! We're gonna be late!" Barely moments later, Conner was swimming towards him. The Boy of Steel was testing out a new prototype made by Wayne Tech: a little sphere that when bitten down on could permit all the oxygen you need for several hours underwater. Conner had several in a bag attached to the protective diving suit he wore.
"We're fifteen minutes early," muttered Conner. "And if you say something about how slow I swim-."
La'Gaan nudged Conner playfully, "Come on, chum." La'Gaan was suddenly pulled backward by Conner. Their lips met in a kiss, Conner's mouth molding into La'Gaan's before he pulled away.
"You know I hate it when people play dumb," Conner told him. "Something's wrong."
La'Gaan tried to push Conner away, but the Boy of Steel pulled him back and asked again, "Come on, I can tell there's something wrong, 'Gaan." To most, Conner would have sounded angry and violent, but the Atlantean knew better. Conner was just worried.
"Nervous is all," admitted La'Gaan. "It's just..."
"Afraid what people will think?" reasoned Conner. "Screw 'em if they don't like it."
"And the ones that matter?" asked La'Gaan, sighing.
"Well, then, they'll have to get used to it," said Conner, with annoyance. He looked down at La'Gaan. "I know you're nervous about me meeting your friends, your mom, your peers, but let's face it, worrying isn't going to change the outcome." La'Gaan floated up a little and kisses Conner. Their lips pressed against each other, lovingly and Conner nipped at La'Gaan's lips. He parted them and allowed Conner access, feeling the familiarity he had grown accustom to after that first time an entire year ago. It was Conner who parted and hugged La'Gaan. The Atlantean sighed, more confident than before and began to swim towards Poseidonis.
"Come on, slow fins, don't want to be late!"
A/N: First and Foremost, I don't own anything but the plot. I love this pairing and I didn't write this too long ago, but it's all pretty much in the Tumblr Superlagoon tag. You can probably expect more Superlagoon stuff later.
