Disclaimer: I do not own either Young Justice or its related characters. Such are the property of DC Comics, Warner Bros. Entertainment and Cartoon Network. Neither do I own the word 'grok' and its extended conjugations; it is the property of Mr. Robert A. Heinlein. I'm just borrowing them for some non-profit entertainment.

Intercourse

Chapter Three: Growing Closer

"Hey, Conner, what'cha looking at?" Marvin leaned over in computer lab to see what his friend was reading so intently.

Nobody ever paid attention in computer lab, not since they discovered how to bypass the school's pathetic internet blocks. Most people preferred to spend the class either playing games on NeoPets, GaiaOnline or the ever-obnoxious Facebook games, reading crap on FanFiction dot Net, or watching videos on YouTube. Every once in a while someone was caught looking at porn, but that was a rare case. Marvin usually looked up UFO or cryptid sightings. Mal watched sports replays on YouTube. Megan chatted on message boards. Karen and Wendy looked up new cheerleader routines for the team… etc.

But Conner, he usually actually paid attention in class and did the assignments. So, it was a small miracle when Marvin leaned over to find his screen displaying, not the PowerPoint they were supposed to be working on, but instead an article on human potential for telepathy.

"Hey, Conner, what'cha looking at?"

His head snapped up in alarm at Marvin's innocent question, as if he'd caught Conner doing something he shouldn't have (which considering it was in the middle of class, was kinda true, but Marvin had Adventure Quest open on his computer, so 'off task' was a relative phrase).

"Nothing." He closed the window quickly.

Yesterday he had promised himself that he would find a way to 'grow closer' with M'gann by her means –by martian means. For that he needed a telepathic ability, but that was a power he did not have and, to the best of his knowledge, did not even have the genetic potential for.

…

M'gann had heard mention of this human concept of 'fetishes' but hadn't paid much attention to it. They didn't have anything similar to it on Mars and so she failed to grok its significance.

Webster's dictionary defined a fetish as 'an inanimate object worshiped for its supposed magical powers or because it is considered to be inhabited by a spirit.' But that definition didn't make any sort of sense within the context of her growing closer with Conner. After a little more research into the alien concept she learned that a 'fetish' was also a form of sexual gratification that was linked to a particular object, article of clothing, body part, or action. None of these had to be particularly sexual in nature, but when placed in a sexual context somehow heightened arousal. What a bizarre concept. She couldn't fully grok it.

But she did want to try some, if for no other reason than to better understand the concept so that she could grok it in fullness. And in doing so, gain a better understanding of human culture and by extension, grow even closer with Conner.

After cheerleader practice, M'gann hung back in the locker room to give her breasts a thorough examination. Small, but perfectly rounded and perky, they were a pale peachy flesh tone –a common skin pigmentation on Earth and one she had adopted for her civilian persona. With a slightly darker circle around a small bead of flesh. She gave them a light squeeze and liked how soft and pliant they were in her hands, but there was nothing special about that. She was a shape-shifter, her entire body was malleable. M'gann didn't find anything particularly special about them. But then again, she grokked, she was neither human, nor kryptonian, nor male for that matter. Perhaps it just a human/kryptonian/male thing?

"Ya know, they say high school is a time for self-exploration." One of her teammates teased from behind her. "But I think you're taking that just a little to far."

M'gann whipped around, one arm covering her breast, the other going to her face in mock-mortification. Not because she was particularly embarrassed or anything, but because that was what was expected of a young female in this society. To cover herself, look embarrassed and attempt to reclaim her modesty by blushing profusely and stammering out excuses.

"Wendy!" M'gann's eyes went wide. "I'm changing!"

The girl merely shrugged, unimpressed. "Whatever. I just came back in here because Conner's outside waiting for you and he looks pretty impatient. We can't have him barging in here, so I offered to come see what was taking you so long. I'll just go tell him you're busy touching yourself. I'm sure that'll keep him happy for hours."

She left.

M'gann extended her sense and, indeed, found Conner pacing back and forth outside the girls' locker-room. /'Conner?'/

/'M'gann,'/ He sounded concerned. /'You're taking longer in there that you usually do, is everything okay? Last night… last night I didn't hurt you, did I?'/

/'No.'/ She assured him, shaking her head at his insecurity. He had never had fantastic control over his super-strength, but he did have more control than he gave himself credit for. What Conner really needed more than anything else was confidence.

Wendy came out and M'gann waited while she explained to him. He had never been very good at dividing his attention. When she left he asked, /'What did she mean "touching yourself"?'/

/'Its nothing. She just walked in on me when I was examining my shape.'/

/'Oh.'/ He didn't get it.

M'gann widened the range of her sense to taken in the entire locker-rooms (both girls' and boys'), the gym and the field. With the exception of the football coach in his office pouring over strategy and plays and one loan security guard orbiting the outskirts of the baseball diamond they were the only ones left on this part of the campus. It was risky, but on an impulse she invited, /'Why don't you come on in?'/

/'To the girls' locker-room?'/ He sounded as if she'd just asked him to break into the federal exchange.

/'No one will know.'/ She assured him.

There was conflict. Hesitation. And then he was poking his head in, glancing from side to side to make sure no one else was there before he entered the room fully. He had both their backpacks thrown over one shoulder, his hands in his pockets and a bright red blush covering his face from his ebony hair-line to the collar of his T-shirt.

"I shouldn't be in here." He said out loud. Then, looking up, he noticed she was still topless and that bright blush deepened to a darker shade of red. But to spite his apparent discomfort at so blatantly breaking the rules, M'gann still recognized the arousal in his psychic scent that peaked when he saw her bare breasts. He might feel uneasy, but he still wanted her –wanted to grow closer with her. Was this another fetish, maybe? She did remember something on the message board about doing it in places where there's a fear of getting caught and the fear heightened arousal (or something like that).

M'gann wanted to try it.

She closed the distance between Conner and herself, shifting her form so that the skirt of her uniform melted away, along with her panties and socks, she stood fully naked. One now green arm drifted up to slide their backpacks off his shoulder. They fell to the locker-room floor with a THUNK that sounded louder than it actually was only because the room was so empty.

"What are you doing?" Conner asked, looking very much like a deer frozen in the headlights on an on-coming semi.

She put a finger to his lips to shush him. Behind them, Conner heard the lock of the locker-room door click of its own accord. M'gann had locked them in, but more importantly, everyone else was locked out. Of course, any staff member with a key could still get in; the lock was really nothing more than a formality.

Her hands drifted downward to the hem of his T-shirt and pulled. He did not lift his arms to allow her to peel the item off. "We really shouldn't." He said. "Not here. Not at school."

M'gann sighed. He could be so stubborn some times. When he decided something, he dug his heels in and refused to budge. Fine. There were other fetishes she'd heard about that they could try back at the Cave. She was anxious to grok this new concept in its fullest.

"Fine." Her standard pink cardigan ensemble materialized on her and her skin shifted back to an acceptable shade of Caucasian. "But I want to try growing closer again as soon as we get back to the Cave."

"Absolutely!" He assured her.

…

Zatanna was already home when they arrived back at the Cave.

"Hey, M'gann, what's on the menu for dinner?" She asked as Conner set their backpacks down on the couch.

The martian girl gave an awkward sort of shrug, glancing to her boyfriend before answering, "Sorry, Zee, but I'm gonna be kinda busy tonight. You're on your own for dinner."

That said, she grabbed Conner and lead him by the arm down the corridor to her room, pushing him inside before shutting the door behind them. She let go of his arm, only to press both hands to his chest and shove him down on her bed. Her hands once again went to the hem of his shirt and pulled upwards as she crawled on top of him.

"And now, we grow closer." She whispered, as if the words themselves were a gentle caress.

He lifted his arms enough to allow the material to slip from his shoulders and gazed up at her with affection. He grinned. "Its so cool that we can do this now." He told her. "I'm gonna find a way for me to do it your way, too!"

M'gann's hands stilled over his belt-buck. "Can you? I didn't think either kryptonians or humans could develop telepathic abilities."

"Well, there haven't ever been any documented cases of it, no." He had to admit, spoiling the mood with an air of disappointment. "But I'm still gonna try. For you. Because you made the adjustment for me."

She smiled a soft gentle smile. One that said all to plainly that she didn't think he could, but that she appreciated the sentiment and loved him all the more for it. M'gann leaned down and kissed him on the forehead, then the nose, then the mouth. She lingered at his mouth. What started as just lips brushed gently against his quickly deepened into dance of lips and tongue with just the slightest bit of smacking and sucking sounds to set the tempo.

Straddling his lap, M'gann felt his desire harden beneath the fabric of his jeans and she quivered with anticipation. Her lips never leaving his, she returned her hands to his belt buckle and resumed removing his obnoxious clothing. He reached his hands down to aid her in this endeavor, but only succeeded in getting in the way.

Their fingers bumped into each other's, preventing either from getting a firm grasp on the belt. Through her telepathy she could feel his frustration rising and it was echoed by her own. Finally, he sat up, sending her tumbling off of him. She caught herself and floated back up to settle beside him one the bed. Conner grabbed, not just the belt-buckle, but the waistband of his jeans as well and in his hurried need, wrenched the leather and fabric.

There was the violent sound of leather snapping and fabric tearing, but it quickly passed and he was soon shimmying the remnants of his ruined jeans and belt off his narrow hips.

It might have been a bit uncalled for, but the violence only heightened M'gann's anticipation. She liked being reminded of just how strong he was and what he could do to her. While she had every confidence in his control (a confidence he himself did not share), it was exciting to be reminded that she was opening herself for a creature so… dangerous. She licked her lips expectantly and pulled at the waistband of his underwear.

"These have got to go, too."

"Yes." He agreed.

Her hands were on him then, stroking, caressing and tickling his stiff member. Running her fingers along his shaft and playing with his balls, feeling the soft flesh of his sack in her hand and gently, very gently, kneading the organs inside. She found them fascinating. M'gann gave them an experimental lick, he had liked it so much yesterday when she had licked his penis, she wondered if his balls were as sensitive.

He sighed with appreciation but offered little else. It was nice, but apparently, not as pleasurable as having his cock licked. Okay. She moved back up to caress her tongue along his rigid erection. Yesterday she had noted how his foreskin shifted over his shaft, now she explored it, grokking the organ in fullness. She held her hands as his base and sucked his tip (doing her best to ignore the unpleasant taste of his pre-cum) and noted how his foreskin pulled.

Experimentally, she pressed her tongue between the foreskin and the shaft, eliciting a startled gasp from him. She liked that –making him gasp. He was so cute when he gasped in the breathy way.

M'gann withdrew her tongue and then took all of him in her mouth, or rather, as much of him as she could fit without shifting her jaw's size or shape.

"Oh my god." He groaned with appreciation. Reaching down, Conner tangled his hands in her hair, caressing her scalp and forcing her head farther down his shaft.

She closed her eyes, sucking gently. Her lips massaged his shaft as near the base as she could reach while her tongue continued to lick the rest of him. His tip pressed against the back of her throat and she wondered about altering her shape just enough to give herself another method of breathing.

"M'gann…" Conner gasped, the deep, throaty, heady tone of his voice heightening her excitement even more and she forced herself the rest of the way down his shaft, taking him into her throat to accommodate his length without altering her form. "I'm gonna…"

His halted words and a flash from her telepathy told her that she had driven him to a climax already and she pulled up sharply.

"Wait-!"

But it was already to late. A jet of thick white cum spurt forth from his stiff erection and spattered squarely on M'gann's face. It trickled down her chin and dripped onto her breasts and she blinked at him in disappointment.

"Sorry…" He lay on her bed, panting. "That was… new. I liked that."

"I could tell." She informed him, dissatisfied with the outcome of this sexual encounter. Growing closer was supposed to be about sharing pleasure, giving and taking. But it seemed she had gotten all the build-up and he had taken all the pleasure. She did not appreciate it one bit.

Conner gazed up at her with a look of dreamy admiration.

"What?"

"You're so pretty." He said.

She couldn't imagine why he would think that at this juncture. "I'm covered in… genetic material."

"Its pretty on you."

She did not growl and throw him out of her bed. But she did purse her lips in displeasure and glare at him reproachfully.

"You're mad at me."

"Growing closer is supposed to be about two people sharing an equal exchange of pleasure." She informed him.

He sat up and wrapped an arm around her, drawing her slight frame flush against him. His other hand rested on her knee. Traveling upwards, he caressed the inside of her thigh until he reached the juncture between them. She spread her legs for him and Conner found that she was already wet and slick. Conner slid one long finger over her slippery slit and M'gann let out a soft, modest, moan of pleasure. Her eyes closed, and she leaned back into his arm, allowing him to support her while he paid pleasure for pleasure.

He laid her down on the bed, sliding off the edge; Conner knelt before her and spread her legs wide.

"What are you…?"

"Something I heard about." He informed her. "Girls are supposed to really like it."

Conner flicked his tongue over her now exposed clit and was rewarded with a soft moan. Her wetness dripped onto the bedspread and he lapped it up greedily, flicking his tong up her slit and over the sensitive bud that crowned it. He shifted his focus from her slit as a whole to just that most delicate and sensitive bud. Conner devoted all his attention to pleasing her suddenly very aroused and erect clit. He ran circles around the tiny bud with his tongue, every now and again pausing to gently press into it with the tip of his skilled pink tongue.

M'gann bucked her hips involuntarily, as if trying to urge him onwards and Conner had to smile at her abandon. The sound of her whimpers and moans as he practices his ministrations were music to his ears. Equal exchange of pleasure, indeed. He was pushing her to a climax and they both knew it. He pressed his tongue between her lower lips, delving into her core and lapping up the sweet nectar that waited there for him. She gasped, and sighed, and writhed in ecstasy.

"-huff- Conner…!" She gasped with pleasure.

Waves of sensation traveled up her body radiating from her center and M'gann felt her nipples harden into tight pearls. That was new. But she could not grok the body's newest of reactions now, at that moment she was so delirious with pleasure it was hard to focus on anything but the feel of Conner's tongue between her thighs. He continued his ministrations on her nethers sending waves of pleasure flowing up her stomach and beyond and she moaned with the feelings.

That metaphorical 'string' in her stomach was being pulled tighter and tighter with every movement of his tongue. Every dart and flick. Every lick and thrust. Pulled that already tight string just a little tighter, puling her closer… closer to…

It snapped.

M'gann let out a startling, moaning gasp as her body trembled in ecstasy riding the waves of euphoria to a rapturous climactic orgasm.

Conner climbed back onto the bed next to her.

She turned to gaze at him, here mahogany eyes still glazed with the after-glow of euphoria. "That was…" She began, then sighed. Rolling over to face him, she caressed a hand down the side of his face. "…an equal exchange."

"We'll get this right, eventually." He told her. Conner reached a hand out to pick at the flecks of his cum, now dry, still stuck to her face. "Ya know, it's not quite as pretty anymore… now that it's not all drippy anymore."

"What made you like it in the first place?" She asked, honestly curious. It served no biological function for either humans or kryptonians to ejaculate outside of the female. So, why…?

Conner shrugged. "I donno. It just looked… nice."

"Is this one of those 'fetish' things?" She asked.

"Donno. Maybe."

"I wanna try some more 'fetishes'." She informed him in innocent earnest.

He hesitated. "O… kay…"

"I'll make a list!" She sat up. Decided it was still to soon after her orgasm to be making sudden movements and flopped back down next to him. She would make the list later. Now was cuddle time. After sex cuddles were nice.

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