I opened my eyes and knew he was there.
No idea how, but I opened my eyes and saw Donnie sitting next to my bed, smiling at me.
"Hey," I said groggily.
His smile was huge, "Hey."
I sat up and stretched, "Did I oversleep?"
He shook his head, "Nah, just showed up early."
"I was dreaming about you," I admitted, the details of it fading with each second.
"I know," he said, moving to sit on the edge of my bed, "How are you feeling?"
He wasn't asking about how I slept, he was talking about yesterday and the nerd. I had tried to tell him I was alright, but he knew better, he knew how it was killing me that I let that punk use me. In my head I had betrayed Donnie and somehow, he knew I hadn't forgiven myself.
"I'm good," I said as steady as I could.
He leaned in and placed his forehead against mine, our noses barely touched but it was like a bearhug to me. He was apologizing for failing me, which was insane cause he hadn't done anything, he was silently asking me to forgive him which wasn't needed, cause I wasn't blaming him.
"When do you leave?" he asked, sitting up.
"After school, if that's ok, I mean I don't…"
He smiled, "Conner you can go anytime you want, I'm not going to stop you."
That took a weight off my shoulders, "I'll go after school, so we can spend the day together."
"Oh yeah?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.
I nodded, "I don't want to waste a second…"
"So, what do you want to do with this whole day?" he asked, again letting me choose since he was still apologizing.
"Well, I left early yesterday, so if I don't show up they'll think I'm still sick, so cut class."
"Ok," he said instantly.
"Won't your uncle get mad?"
"Fuck him, go on…"
"We could drive out to Meteor Lake."
"I like that."
"You know where those weeping willows are? Over by the cliffs?"
"Where no one can you see you? I know it," he said with a grin.
"We park under there, put a blanket out on the bed…"
"Uh huh?"
I leaned in and got close to his ear, "And you fuck me like the bitch I am so I can't walk all weekend."
He grabbed my face and kissed me hard, I could feel him fighting the urge to throw me down on my bed and fuck me here and now. I was halfway to telling him to do it when I heard ma call up, "Boys, breakfast!"
His face was pressed against mine, "I wanna fuck you so bad…" he almost growled.
"Eat first, then fuck," I said, my eyes still closed.
Another growl and he pushed me off of him, "Get dressed slut," he said with a smile, "Don't bother with underwear unless you want me to use them on you as a gag."
God my cock throbbed at that.
"Boys?" ma called again.
"Coming Mrs. Kent," Donnie screamed back, and then in a lower voice, "Or at least I will be soon."
He winked and walked out of the barn, leaving me close to just shooting my load right there in my bed. I watched him walk down the stairs, just drooling at the way his jeans cupped his ass perfectly. I got dressed and went to the house, Donnie was already at the table, half a stack of pancakes already gone. He looked at me with his mouth full, "She said to start…"
God, he looked adorable.
"Conner you better start eating before its all gone," she said pleasantly.
Since Donnie was already eating that meant I was free to grab whatever I wanted and start. We both started wolfing down food, it was almost a competition as we watched the other one shovel food into their mouth and then tried to beat it. I had about four sausages shoved in my mouth and was trying to get some eggs when ma slapped the back of my head.
"Breathe!"
Which made me spit my food everywhere.
Donnie began laughing his ass off as ma lectured me about wasting food.
All in all, a great morning.
He headed out to Donnie's truck, ma knew it was a Titans weekend so I think she knew I was going to blow off school but she was cool enough not to bring it up. Donnie tore out of the farm and headed towards Crater Lake as Bon Jovi blared out of his speakers.
He loved his classic music, it was insane. His entire music collection could be on an 80's compilation CD easy and he loved it. I admit I wasn't the most musical person but even I knew these songs were dirt old. But that was part of his charm, he seemed to be from a whole other time compared to the other kids at school. He acted like he was a bully out of an 80's movie but in fact he was a lot more inside.
But I think I was the only one who saw that.
We pulled out onto the main road heading to the lake, and he looked over and smiled at me and…it was like time stopped. The wind, the sun, the music…my mind took a picture and I knew in the back of my mind…I was never going to forget this moment. He grabbed my hand and squeezed, and I leaned up against him as we drove.
God, I had it bad.
We pulled in under the willow trees and parked, making sure there was no one around. Donnie had brought a blanket and we spread it out on the truck bed, he said he had a surprise and went and pulled something from behind the seats.
He held up two pillows!
"You are the best!" I exclaimed as we climbed into the back.
"No," he said, pushing me down onto the truck bed, "You are the best…"
His hands moved under my shirt, and I felt him feel my chest up, if I could purr I would have as he lightly tweaked my nipples, causing me to gasp and arch my back.
"God I can't believe how hot you are…" he growled, nuzzling against my neck. "I swear you smell drives me crazy…" he began to gnaw on me, making me moan.
"My smell?" I asked confused.
He nodded into my neck, "I smell you and it drives me crazy, I just want to attack you."
"I smell you…" I began and then paused in embarrassment.
"What?" he asked.
"I smell you and I wanna spread my legs for you…"
His grin got wide, "Take a deep breath…"
Inhaled as he moved his pit over my face, I felt my mind just blur as I began to meekly lap at him, like a kitten with a saucer of milk. His taste was like having a mini stroke, my brain exploded with lights and sensations as I felt my cock throb and my ass flutter. I reached up and pulled him down as I buried my face deeper into his funk, I wanted it, needed it…lived for it.
He grabbed my throat and slammed me down to the bed of the truck, "Mine," he growled and all I could do was nod.
His eyes were wild, I could sense his loss of control, he wasn't thinking at all, just reacting. He pulled my shirt up and over my head, when he got to my wrists he wrapped the shirt around them, binding my hands over my head. He slid open the back window and shoved my shirt into it then slammed it shut, we both knew I could pull my arms free at anytime, but we both knew I wouldn't.
I couldn't.
I frantically kicked my shoes off as he began to undo my belt, I honestly didn't know if could even understand he wouldn't be able to get my jeans off with them on in his current mindset. I was losing myself as well, it was taking all my concentration to keep thinking rationally, all I wanted was for him to fuck me here and now.
He practically ripped my jeans off me and tossed them over his shoulder as he looked down at me like I was wounded prey. He shrugged his letterman jacket off like he wasn't sure why he was even wearing clothes. He ripped his own shirt off and blew open his button fly jeans as he moved over me. He bit into the side of my neck and I let out a strangled cry, it hurt, but it felt so fucking good…I was whimpering as he marked me, letting him know I was submitting completely to him.
Instead of calming him it drove him even crazier, he pulled my chin up, exposing my neck and licked up the length of it…I shivered knowing my powers didn't work against him. He could choke me right here and now and I'd just die. I could lift a city block but this guy owned me so completely, I would literally let him kill me before trying to stop him.
His legs pushed mine apart as he moved down to my chest and nipples. He bit down and I gasped as I felt the pleasure/pain move through my body as he did whatever he wanted to me. He moved down to my abs and then got to my cock and held it tight.
"Mine," he said, not asking, telling.
I nodded and he pulled my legs apart, his cock pushing against my hole. I closed my eyes, wanting this so bad…I but my bottom lip as he pushed into me. The pain was unbearable, no lube, no spit, just him forcing his way in. But even as I screamed, I could feel the pleasure flood my brain, he was breeding me, he was claiming me as his own and that overrode my displeasure.
He didn't pause, he didn't slow down, he just took what he wanted. I wasn't a person to him, I was a hole, a hole for him to use and abuse and I loved it. There would have been a time when I was ashamed of the fact that Superboy was being fucked in the back of a pickup truck but that person is gone now. I lived for this moment, it felt like I had been holding my breath until I felt him breed me again.
"Donnie…" I cried as he just kept pushing farther and farther in, my back was arched as I pushed back into him, as bad as it hurt, I wanted it all, I needed it faster…oh god I was losing it. I could feel my will just fading away as he bottomed out in me. I had him, I had him all in me! I could feel my ass quiver around his shaft as he held still, letting my abused cunt adjust to him.
"You feel that?" he asked, looking down at me with a savage look on his face, "You feel me in you?"
"Oh fuck…I do Donnie…fuck I do…"
"That's all me, that's what owns you…whose cunt is this?"
My cock felt like it was ready to burst as I cried out, "Yours Donnie…oh fuck all yours…"
He grabbed my ankles and spread my legs wide, holding them out like I was a fucking drunk cheerleader after a game. He slowly pulled his cock back and I could feel my ass cling to it like a fist holding on for dear life. My head flew back as I groaned, feeling my ass scream as it desperately tried to accommodate him.
"MINE!" he roared slamming his hips into me, my eyes flew open as I gasped…feeling my entire body shake him the impact. He drew back again, and I shuddered as I felt him slide that huge cock out of me and then reverse back in again…Jesus fuck he was huge.
"More!" I cried out, the pain being nothing compared to the pure pleasure I felt as he began to fuck me.
There were no words as he began to slam into me, taking my breath away with each thrust. I could feel my toes curl as he went to town on my weeping pussy, completely obliterating my hole with each push. I didn't care who heard us, who saw us, fucking Clark could land right now and I'd gladly smile as drool rolled down my chin.
I was making this crying noise each time he hit me, a greedy, needful wail that was all I could manage as he rode me like the willing bitch I had become. He was grunting animalistically, his eyes boring into mine as he claimed me as his property, his mate…his fucking hole.
Time meant nothing, I don't know how long he had me like that, begging for more, gasping for air…all I knew was one moment I was being fucked and the next I was being spun over and thrown face down onto the blanket.
Without a word I arched my back and presented my cunt for him, he shoved his way into me, and I sobbed as he began to destroy my pussy from a whole other angle. This felt right on all fours, him behind me, his face next to my neck…me pushing back with each thrust, showing what a good girl, I was, proving I was his bitch…in reward he bit at my ear and pulled it, making me cry out for mercy, which he immediately gave me.
This became out rhythm, he would latch on to me with teeth and apply just enough pressure to make me bark out in pain and then he'd stop and lick the wound…making me warm inside from his affection. He was showing me that he could destroy me at any time, I was a thing for him to use when and how he wanted…and I was letting him know I was grateful to be even that.
He grabbed both of my shoulders and began to serious piston into me, he said in a voice that was barely human, "Look up."
I looked up and saw my reflection in the window, sweating, panting, mouth open, tongue hanging out as he fucked me to this side of oblivion. This was me, the was all I was, a hole to be used, a mate to be fucked…as I watched him pulled me back onto his cock, I felt my own dick smear precum against my abs as it slapped up against me with each movement.
"My bitch…" he growled, accenting each word with a thrust, "My fucking bitch…"
He was getting close, and I could tell he was making a point. This wasn't just about claiming me, this was about me leaving. He was making sure I came back, that I didn't leave and just abandon him. He was scared, one some level he was scared, and this was his way of ensuring I would return.
As if there was any doubt.
I felt his cock expand and he began to flood my guts with his seed…the pure ecstasy that I had gotten him off pushed me over the edge and my cock began to spray cum all over my abs and chest. My ass clenching down on his cock made him call out as I milked him over and over, desperate for each drop of cum I could squeeze from him.
He finally pushed me down and pulled his cock out, "Fuck Kent…you're gonna tear it off…"
I laid there, ass up as my hole winked at him, my cock still shooting as my body quivered. When I finally began to slow down, he put a hand on my back and said gently, "Shh…it's ok…I got ya…I got ya…"
I collapsed on to the blanket and he fell on top of me, our sweat mixing as he laid there, lost in our orgasm.
It was a perfect moment.
We moved into an embrace and laid there until the sweat was cooled off us, neither one of us talked and we didn't need to. We were both nestled in our contentment of the moment and each other. We both knew we had cemented our bond, he had taken and I had submitted, there was no more doubt, no more confusion. I was…no…
We were each other's and we both knew that now.
"So, when do you come back?" he asked after a long time.
"Sunday night," I said, stopping myself from not going. I didn't want to leave him, but Tim had asked…and I was a Titan…
But I was also Donnie's.
"You should go," he said out of nowhere, "I'll be here when you get back."
I looked up at him in confusion, he wanted me to go?
"You wanted to go, this thing between us shouldn't change that. I don't want you to go either…but we have to prove we're above it right? That we can still think for ourselves?"
It was the first time we had mentioned it out loud, that then this thing between us took control of us it had changed us. And even though we were completely happy with it, the fact remained that we still had things we wanted outside of it. I needed to leave, and even with this thing making it unbearable, we both knew I had to do it.
I nodded and pulled him down into a kiss, not because I had to, not because his smell was driving me crazy. Because I was going to miss him, and I wanted one last kiss.
The kiss led to another which led to more which led to being fucked again twice before the sun started going down. We both didn't want the day to end, but it had to. We got dressed and I was folding the blanket when he said, "Hey," I looked over at him, "I…I mean if you want, I just…"
I had never seen him stammer before, it was adorable.
He took a deep breath, "If you want to, you could wear this," he said, handing me his letterman jacket, "Only if you want to."
I took it and immediately brought it up to my face and inhaled. His scent surrounded me and I felt my mind transported to that nirvana he took me…
"I mean if you want to wear my jacket…"
I slipped it on and then jumped at him, plating kisses all over his face. He laughed as he caught me and let me relish him with my affection. "I'll never take it off!" I said proudly.
"You gonna show off my jacket?" he asked me with a grin.
"You know it," I said, beaming.
My phone dinged and I saw it was a text from Tim, asking if I was still coming.
"You gotta go?" he asked. I stood there, looking down at my phone, about to say I couldn't make it. He put his hand over mine and I looked in his eyes, "Let's get you home." I opened my mouth to protest but he just smiled, "Come on."
I texted Tim I was and shoved my phone into my pocket. God this was hard, I got into the truck, and we took off. I snuggled up in his jacket and leaned against him as we drove back to the farm. We didn't talk but we didn't need to, we were both miserable and we were going to miss each other, but we also knew we didn't want to be slaves to whatever this was. I had to go, if only to prove we were still in control of each other's lives.
We pulled up to the house and he turned to look at me, "So call me when you get home?"
"I can call you tonight?"
He shook his head, "It's going to be hard enough to know you're gone, just let me know when you're back."
I understood that, "What are you gonna do this weekend?"
He shrugged, "Chill with the boys, play some ball…miss the hell out of you."
My smile got wider.
"Ok go on and get before I change my mind," he said, turning back to the steering wheel.
I wanted to kiss him but knew better and got out. He took off, not looking back once, I couldn't blame him. I want into the house and let ma know I was leaving.
"You're actually leaving Donnie's side?" she asked from the living room, sewing one of Clark's cape.
"What?" I stammered, panicked.
She laughed, "Conner, I have seen puppy love my entire life, I saw it when Clark had it for Lana, I saw it when Pete had it for Lucy, god rest her soul and I can see it now with you too."
"But…"
She shook her head, "Fine, don't say anything, I just think you too are hard good for each other."
I just stood there, stunned.
"Well go on, shoo. Your friends are waiting for you."
I wanted to argue with her, but I had no idea what to say. I grabbed my bag and took off, trying not to die of embarrassment. I was running late but thankfully Clark had taught me a trick to save time. Instead of flying to San Fransisco I flew straight up, leaving the lower atmosphere in a couple of seconds. The trick was hovering for a moment and letting the planet actually move under you, then once it is motion you jet down, using what he called some kind of para arc, no idea, and boom, Kanas to California in less than three minutes.
It only works moving west though, which made flying home suck, but he liked it cause he could get from Metropolis to Smallville in seconds on a good day.
I touched down in the front of the tower and was immediately engulfed in a hug by Bart.
"CONNER!" he said, grabbing me and hugging me tight. Bart was from the 30th century, where little things like personal space and sexuality had been ignored. He was also a legacy speedster, which meant time moved differently for him most of the time. Especially when it came to waiting for an answer.
"You made it! I didn't think you would since you weren't here last week! Were you sick? Are you better? Did It hurt? Do you need some water? Is it contagious? Should I wear a mask? Should you wear a mask? Is there a cure? Do we need shots?"
I put a hand over his mouth, "I wasn't sick, I am feeling fine, I just had plans with friends."
He nodded half a million times, "Crash, super crash, so crash, like super duper crash," he looked around and then down to his boots, "I'm bored."
And was gone.
And that was the Bart experience.
I walked into the Tower, thankful he didn't ask about the…
"Hey nice jacket!" he said appearing out of nowhere, "What sport do you play? Are you good? Do you cheat with your powers? Is that fair? Does Superman know? Why does it say Donnie? Are you Donnie? Is Donnie your new name now? Donnie Kent? That sounds weird. Do we call you that now? Is Donnie your secret identity so you can play basketball? Do they know Conner is Donnie? Do you wear different glasses as Donnie?"
"What are you wearing?" a voice asks from the corner.
Fuck.
I look over and see Tim walk out of the shadows, "Hey Tim."
"He's not Conner," Bart explains to him, "He's Donnie, it's a secret," then to me, "So are we calling you Donie with the jacket on? Cause that seems weird, I mean it's just us so you can be Conner here right?"
"He isn't Donnie," Tim said in a clipped tone.
Bart looked at me then to him about half a dozen times, "Wait, he's not Donnie? You're not Donnie? Who's Donnie? Am I Donnie? No, I don't own a crash jacket like that? Can I have the jacket then if you're not Donnie?"
He reached for it, and I snagged his wrist, "Bart, calm down."
He vibrated his hand free and scowled, "I bet Donnie would be nicer," and vanished.
I looked over at Tim, but he was already walking away, "I have news about your missing person, meet me in the computer room once you have your stuff put away."
Yeah, this was going to be a fun weekend.
My room was just as I left it, but honestly, I felt like it belonged to someone else. There was a poster from Hawaii, two half naked chicks, tan, beach…and it was…nothing. The girls did nothing for me, they weren't Donnie, the beach and the sand…it wasn't Smallville, it wasn't what I wanted any more. Nothing in this room was me anymore, the posters of fast cars, naked chicks, all of it, it all belonged to someone else.
I wanted none of it.
As I unpacked my clothes, I realized I didn't even want to be here. I used to love being a Titan, I used to obsess trying to be as good as Clark…now…now I just wanted to be with Donnie. I had never been so happy, not with Tana, not with Cassie, not with anyone. Something told me that this was a bad thing, that I had been changed…but it felt so right…so natural…
Fuck I hated things being this confusing.
"Before you scream at me, I am not technically in your room," Bart's voice came from the doorway.
Sighing I turned to look at him.
"Tim says he is waiting, and I have questions."
"Ok let's get them out of the way."
He was instantly next to me, "So this is someone named Donnie's jacket right?"
I didn't say anything, shocked he was waiting for an answer, "Um, yeah."
"And you're wearing it."
A statement, not a question.
"Yeah."
"So did you steal it?"
"What? No!"
"Did he give it to you?"
I nodded.
His face broke into a smile, "Are you secured?"
I made a face, "Am I what?"
"No, that's not right. I saw it on an old vid, jukebox, dancing, magic man with leather jacket that can turn machines on…"
"Are you talking about Happy Days?"
He snapped his fingers, "That's it! They said when you gave someone a jacket like that it meant you were going secure."
"You mean steady!" I said, finally getting it.
"Yeah! Are you going steady with this Donnie?"
I froze, was I?
That was the intention, right? But…hearing Bart ask me so casually…
"I guess so," I said, more to myself than him.
"Crash!" he said, hugging me again, and then burying his face in the jacket, "Wow…Donnie smells nice."
Laughing I pushed him away, "Ok, ok, personal space."
He was instantly a few feet back, "So who is Donnie?"
I pulled my phone out and pulled up some pics of us we'd taken over the last month. Bart took the phone and scrolled through them instantly "Oh I know this guy! This is the guy on Tim's dartboard!"
I took the phone back, "What?"
"Yeah, the one he throws batarangs at, there is a pic of this guy at a fair or something…weird."
Had to be the pic I sent him when we were at the fair, and he throws batarangs at it, perfect.
"Yeah, so that's Donnie," I said putting my phone away.
"Does he make you happy?" he asked, so plainly, so innocently it caught me off guard.
After a few seconds I nodded and said a quiet, "Yeah he does."
He smiled and looked like he was going to move and then said, "I am going to hug you now, prepare your personal space."
Before I could answer he hugged me tight and squeezed me, "I'm happy you're happy Conner." I hugged him back, it was a sweet moment. Then he asked, "Have you guys thought about a third?"
"Bart!" I exclaimed, pushing him off me.
He looked at me and rolled his eyes, "I swear the 21st century is SO boring! You guys are so puritanical. Anyways, Tim is waiting."
And he was gone.
I took a deep breath and headed to the computer room, let's get this shitshow over with.
He was in full uniform, mask and all, looking at bank of screens with data flowing across all of them. I can tell from his posture he was pissed, but I wasn't going to get into that.
"You had me summoned?"
He turned and glared at me, "You were the one who called and asked me to look into this, if it's too much…"
I held up my hands, "Whoa! It was a joke, I come in peace."
He closed his mouth but contained to glare, "Right, very funny. Do you want to see what I've found?"
"Please god yes," I said, stepping up to the monitors.
"I looked into your missing person, and after a lengthy investigation I can tell you, he never existed."
"But he did!"
He held up a glove, "I know, I saw them erasing it at the time. But I am telling you right now, you hadn't called that quickly, ten minutes later, there would have been no record of him whatsoever."
"So, you found nothing?"
"Absolutely nothing, which in this case is a huge something."
I cocked my head.
"Normally when data is erased it leaves a trace, an absence that is just as easy to find as the data itself. But here there is nothing, literally nothing, and only a few people can do that so quickly."
"Can you?" I asked.
"Of course, which should tell you what we're dealing with. So, get this done this fast and this good, it costs money, a lot of money."
"Who spends that much money to erase a nerd?"
"I don't know, but once I started looking into it, I found a lot more," he said as his fingers danced across the keyboard. "There is more encrypted data moving out of Smallville than there is out of Star City. Now a lot of that is Lexcorp because of the fifty odd facilities there dealing with the meteor rocks."
That made sense, when Clark's ship crashed, he brought a meteor storm down which made up the world's largest deposits of kryptonite for a decade or so. Of course Lex would have set up shop to grab as much as he could before the government got a hold of it.
"But then I looked back and compared the traffic over the last year and it had increased exponentially over the past month or so."
"Why?" I asked, looking at the numbers.
"That's what I want to know," he said, "Do you remember anything about this kid and what he did?"
"No," I said instantly.
He stared at me for a long time, saying nothing.
"What?"
"Conner, if you want me to help, I need to know everything."
"I don't remember!" I insisted.
He pushed a few buttons, and the screens went black.
"You don't believe me?" I asked.
He took off his mask and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "Do you know that human brains work like computers?" I said nothing, not sure if he was actually asking or just asking for fun. "You query for information, it takes the query, checks it against memory and then spits out an answer. Back in the day you could see this happen, you'd push a button and the computer's hard drive would spin while it looked for the information. Nowadays it's instant, you wouldn't think it was taking those same steps, but it does."
"Um, ok…" I said unsure what this was about.
"The same goes with people, ask them a question and the smarter they are the faster they can come up with an answer. The problem is, once you know someone longs enough, you get to know how fast their brain is and what the average response time. Yours is 1.97 seconds on average, meaning when someone asks you a question it takes around 2 seconds for you to answer."
I thought about that for a moment.
"See? 2 seconds," he said seeing me muse it over, "So when I ask you a question and you instantly answer it, I know you're lying. I know you didn't think about it at all, you gave a pre-thought out response to cover up the truth. You don't want to tell me what happened? Fine. But don't lie to me Conner, because you're not very good at it."
He walked past me, God I kept forgetting how smart he was.
"And remember to take that thing off if we go into the field, Superboy can't be seen wearing a Smallville high jacket."
"I can explain…" I said turning back, but he was gone.
Oh yeah, this was going to be a great weekend.