July 10th, 2010 - 10:35 PST

"Just hang tight, don't get into any trouble. We'll ping you when it's time to up and moving again. Sound good, you two?" Barry, the Flash, asked them seeing them to the porch of Wally's house. Robin nodded, sticking his hands in his pocket as the junior flash beside him waved off his uncle, grinning as the older man turned to leave.

'Yeah, yeah, I know. See ya!" He called, and without even waiting for the former, Robin was already turned around, grasping the knob leading Wally's house, and the other was close behind him. There wasn't a sense of unease or unfamiliarity walking what had essentially been his second home, barring the Batcave where he'd been taken in all those years ago. Waltzing in, he stretched, and at his entry, he was greeted by Rudy and Mary, the speedster's parents. They smiled broadly at the two of them as the door was closed behind the both of them.

"Hey, Rudy! Mary!" He said, and the woman came up to him, giving him a big hug, followed by her son as her husband, Rudy, came in close behind them, giving them a pat on the back.

"Boys! Good to see you both still in one piece; you two haven't gotten into too much trouble, have you?" Mary, Wally's mother, asked, letting the both Robin and her son go, stepping back over to the china and dishes that she'd been cleaning before hand, the boy's following her in tow. Robin, grinning, shrugged, his expression cheeky but earnest.

"Nothing too out of the ordinary. Good to see you guys, too. Just a lot happening, but we can handle it, right, Wally?" He asked, turning back to see Kid Flash nod, walking up beside him in agreement. They'd made their way to the kitchen as Mary finished her cleaning, and Wally's father, Rudy, had followed close behind them, navigating his way expertly to a plate of cookies that were laid fresh and warm upon a decorative plate on the counter, and without hesitation, both of the boys followed suit, each grabbing a morsel before biting down with matching looks of satisfaction upon their faces.

Robin couldn't resist the sweet hum that echoed in his throat as the chocolate chips, smooth and rich, satisfied the latent wish for sweets that he'd been hoping for that morning, especially after the hefty work of post-investigatory work that they'd been doing about Farano and Cadmus...not that Mary or Rudy needed to know any of that stuff. It wouldn't do to put them in danger if he could help it, after all. It was enough already having the two know that they were even heroes, but divulging the nitty-gritty details of any of it was a rule that had been ingrained in the both of them from the moment they donned their names and masks.

After seeing what happened to Selena, it had only solidified the urgency and importance of their discretion.

They refused to spill any more innocent blood.

Not a drop was allowed.

Crossing her arms, she observed them quietly before sighing.

"Alright, but you know what I always say." She started, and both of the boys nodded between bites.

"We know, be careful!" They chimed in unison, topping off on their third cookie before the plate began to thin out, though Rudy certainly wasn't helping; he was on his fourth before the woman rolled her eyes, grabbing one herself.

"If I'd known you two were going to pop in, I would have made some more. It's just a good thing I made some extra dough otherwise you three would have been out of luck. I'll make some more; you two can grab a glass of lemonade in the meantime. Rudy just made it." She told them, finishing her cookie in just a few bites, then she turned away, gesturing to a glass pitcher full of the fresh, and refreshing-looking liquid within, and as they looked at it, Wally's father swelled with pride.

"Yep! Just perfected the recipe. I was just needing some taste testers, so tell me what'cha think!" He said, and taking the last two cookies, the man chuckled nervously when he saw his wife give him a cross look, noting the empty plate that he'd been mostly responsible for. Robin knew the two well enough to know that Rudy had more than just a sweet tooth, if his large belly and round figure was anything to go off of. The boy wonder always found it so curious that Wally, someone with such a high metabolism and impossibly muscular and fit figure could come from two pudgy parents (not to imply that it was a bad thing, but he thought it was...cute, in a way); in fact, despite having just downed several cookies, Wally's hunger was still evident as his stomach growled angrily, demanding food where the snack wash't quite enough. The two knew that the speedster had to eat all the time just to maintain his weight, and Robin, reaching into the bag that was on his back, he was already on the case as he opened in and pulled out a handful of granola bars, candy, and anything else he could think of to hold him over.

Wally grinned.

"Thanks, Rich! Kind of worked up an appetite before, but this should help out until lunch. Speaking of which, anything of the menu, guys?" He asked, ripping open one of the granola bars with his teeth, and Robin snuck a look at him as he did with a smile. With as long as the two had known each other, both of them had practically grown up together. It was nothing at all for them to look out for each other, and waving away his gratitude, the teen didn't need a thanks to know that he was appreciated.

He appreciated Wally, too.

More than he could ever say.

"Don't sweat it." He responded, and Mary smiled as she looked into the fridge, perking up when she took out some bread and lettuce.

"How do sandwiches sound? Rudy can help me out with them since he finished off most of the cookies, right,honey?" She asked, but both team members knew a demand when they heard it, and with a quick nod, Wally's father gave her a thumbs up, chuckling nervously under his breath.

"Oh, yeah! Already planned to! Getting right on it~! " And the older man jumped at attention, grabbing some of the mayo and mustard and deli meats to start them, and as he did, Mary leaned forward and kissed his cheek, smiling sweetly at the man.

"Thanks, honey. Now, you two...do whatever it is you two do. We'll call you when they're finished, which shouldn't be too long." She told them, and with a nod, the two waved to them, leaving the kitchen and trekking back down the hall to the stairs leading up the second level of the home. Passing though, Robin had no trouble navigating the home, and as the two of them walked up, they spoke amongst each, now far more comfortable to speak on confidential matters that Wally's parents didn't need to know.

"Have you talked to Aqualad since he left for intel? Tried calling him, but the dude's MIA right now. How you've had more luck." Wally started, rounding the stairs, Robin close behind him. He was usually pretty good about keeping tabs on most other members of their team, but out character for even himself, he shook his head.

"Surprisingly no, but I heard he was supposed to be coming back…tomorrow? Not sure, but soon, I think. Think he'd up to hang out here?" The boy wonder pondered, smirking at the thought. Aqualad was always so serious; half the time, getting him to crack even half a smile was a win, but the two would often bet who'd be able to get a laugh out of him. It didn't happen often, but the guy was actually really good company.

Wally mostly agreed.

"You know what? I think so, I mean…he's never asked, but he might just be trying to be polite or something. You know he's, like, formal and stuff." The speedster admitted, and arriving at his bedroom door, each of them stepped inside, closing the door behind them just a bit, leaving a crack to listen out for Rudy and Mary calling them to get their sandwiches; they didn't want to miss that, of course. Lining himself up with the television at one end of the room, Robin heard Wally flop onto the bed, and as he powered up the screen, he watched the other teen on the dark surface of the screen for a bit, noting his thoughtful expression.

To a lot of other people, Wally looked and seemed the airhead, the typical class clown, but he knew better; the former was nothing short of brilliant, and it showed in moments like these where, when the youth wasn't pining for girls or making snappy quips, Robin noted the turning of thoughts and cogs of consideration turning within the boy's head. It was a sight that the speedster really only showed when he was around the boy wonder, as it were, seeing as they knew each so well and for as long as he was. Just like that morning, he thought, raising a brow to the almost exasperated anxiety that clearly told that the other boy was hiding something, but Robin was never the sort to push...not unless he really needed to. And that morning didn't seem that serious...though he was pretty sure that he'd had something else to say, but Batman's student didn't get where he was pushing the line too far, too fast.

He was all about patience. He'd asked him eventually.

However, this time, he didn't hide his desire to know what was really on the boy's mind, and just as the television was turned on, Robin turned back to face Wally.

"You look like your brain's about to catch fire, dude. What's on your mind that's making you think that hard?" He asking playfully, but the other was honestly caught in thought. Kid Flash looked to him for a moment before he sighed, kicking off his shoes and swinging himself onto the bed as he sat up, crossing his legs in one movement. The motion was seamless, and despite his own athleticism, it never ceased to amaze the former when he paid witness to the dexterity and quick elegance the other possessed.

He loved seeing it for him...though he was much more likely to quietly admire it; there was no need to make things weird or anything like that.

"Did something seem off this morning?" He asked abruptly, throwing Robin off-guard, and he scratched his head. He wasn't sure specifically what the former was talking about.

"About...what? Gonna have to give me more than, Wally. A lot happened today." Robin responded, and it was true. Between the meet-up, the briefing, their follow-up investigating, their schedule was far more packed than it had been when they were just the sidekicks to the heroes; they actually had something going on, or rather, multiple things going on, that made it necessary to specify what was being talked about. At the following question, Wally scooted forward, and suddenly looked around conspiratorially. He'd never really taken the speedster as the sort to gossip too much (or even at all), but when a flash of annoyance and, even more surprisingly, agitation (he could name just a handful of times that the boy had been upset in all the years that he'd known him), Robin knew for sure that this wasn't just some run-of-the-mill talk.

Something was up.

"Well, true. Okay, so, I mean...I was thinking about Superboy." Wally started, and at once, Robin was put off of the conversation.

He didn't dislike it -him, he corrected himself - necessarily; the guy was never really the sort to talk much, or really wave or acknowledge other people that often. It was hard to get to know someone that didn't actively put in any effort, or...didn't seem to, at least. Heck, the day that the Team had been formed, it took Robin himself to urge him to speak to M'gann before he would. Just being close to it - him, he corrected himself, again - made him on edge just thinking about how...strange it was, having someone so typically moody and unpredictable about on their team. He hadn't really objected to it when they'd broken out him out of Cadmus, but that wasn't for want of him joining, necessarily. Wally was definitely the most enthusiastic of the three of them when it came to letting him join, though he certainly would have like it if they would have had an actual conversation about the criteria it took to become a member in the first place, and not just letting anyone join because of pity points...which is definitely what it felt like Wally's reason for being so lax. Wally was always the most accepting of the group, he would admit that (though to be fair, his paranoia, more often than, was a benefit to all of them in one way or another), but Robin knew the other well enough for being a bit of a softie, and all too often, his heart was open before his head was.

And that felt to be the case now.

Plus, he thought darkly, it wasn't as if he, Robin himself, was being proven wrong particularly well.

Apart from just being generally unwelcoming, Batman had mad a point: it didn't sense being on a team that you couldn't stand, and for the life of him, he couldn't tell if the guy liked him or not.

And seeing how little Superboy was trying, the metrics didn't look good.

Not that it helped that a worm of suspicion wriggled its way into head at the thought of Wally thinking about him, aboutSuperboy, something he couldn't describe as he forced his features to remain even, not wanting to arouse suspicion.

"Okay...what about him?" He asked, crossing his arms, listening intently. Wally appeared conflicted, but continued, rubbing his chin with thought.

"And he was just...you don't think something was off with him this morning?" He asked, and Robin gave him a skeptical look, thinking back to when they seen him. He looked about the same as he always did: pissy and fed-up for whatever reason he was. From his perspective, things were pretty much stock standard when considering his mood and behaviors.

He was moody, short-tempered, and rude; nothing new.

"Not really. Was as annoyed as usual, I thought." Robin exclaimed somewhat dismissively, not that he was the only one that thought that. Apart from what everyone else was saying (though at some point, the conversation became sort of fuzzy, but he sort of just chocked that up to tiredness), no one really talked about it much. His words, though, didn't really seem to resonate with the former; the speedsters wasn't convinced, though Robin couldn't begin to think why.

He raised a brow.

Robin could play along for a bit.

"What? Was he looking scowl-ier than usual, then? The only thing that was definitely different this morning was the fact that he was being pretty crappy towards M'gann, which should be impossible to doing, since she'sliterallya saint. We've known him all of a week and he's easily the most...nevermind. Point is, there didn't seem like there was anything out of the ordinary. You're probably just displacing what happened with Selena, you know?" The teen offered, but Wally shook his head.

"No, dude. I mean, yeah, he was a little grumpy, but I mean...you didn't notice...just...I don't know. This grumpiness didn't feel like regular grumpiness, and then he stands up to Black Canary, but no one can really fill in the details as to how things go, like, that intense? Then he just storms off? It's like...something happened, but someone's not filling in all the blanks, get it? It can't just be me. Heck, even Canary thought he was asking a question, then he gets really defensive? Something isn't adding up!" The speedster speculated; Robin scoffed. Right, because him getting told off and going to his room was out of the question; sure, it had been weird that they could all agree that something 'happened' when their memories all got a bit fuzzy, he didn't really see the utility in making a problem appear more complex than it was. He didn't know Kon-el that well, but him being defensive felt as natural as breathing air.

It just was.

"I don't know, Wally. I think you're just..." He started, but stopped, considering his words. At his hesitation, Kid Flash deflated a bit. Flopping back on the bed, the teen sighed.

Robin watched him thoughtfully, silently, biting his lip as that feeling cropped up again. It was prickly and sore, and harder, this time, to hide, but he managed well enough again.

But it bothered him.

Why was this bothering him so much.

"You think I'm overthinking this, don't you?" Kid Flash asked, not looking at Robin, but he didn't need to to feel the boy's face wash with half smile.

"I mean...I know you just want things to work out with Superboy. I mean, it was your idea to bring him in the fold, and that's bad or anything. It's just...I don't want you to get stressed out because of all of this. It's not that deep. He's probably just trying to get used to being out here. In the real world, I mean. He was just a little grouchy, but it'll blow over. Or...I mean, it probably will." The former reassured him, and it wasn't as if he didn't believe it himself. He didn't hate him or anything...but he wasn't sure he liked him, either; in any case, there were too many variables at play to claim anything had been off, but his tone betrayed his hope to move on from the conversation. It wasn't very often anymore that they had the time to just hang out and not deal with heavy stuff, even as sidekicks, so the last thing that he wanted to do was spend it taking about serious stuff, and even more, about things that didn't need that much attention.

Superboy was fine. Everything was fine.

Now, could they move on already?

As he'd hoped, Wally sighed, rubbing the back of his head thoughtfully before grinning.

Robin returned his smile.

That was more like it.

"Yeah, you're probably right. Oh! I've got an idea; what if we, I don't know...invited him over sometime? You know, to hang out? Don't think he's been many places, and he definitely hasn't just being in, like, a casual setting like this? I've got some movies...think he's into action? He looks like that action-movie type." The speedster offered innocently, and Robin almost cringed; this...wasn't really the kind of space that he really wanted to...share.

His eyes widened.

What am I thinking? I don't own the place...so why did I think that? Nevermind...what could it hurt,He thought, shocked at the reflexive reaction that had come from him. The boy wonder searched Wally's face for a moment as he grinned slightly, shrugging at the idea of it.

"I mean...maybe? I guess he'd like that. You could ask him. Maybe for some other time when we're all together? And M'gann, too, while we're at it. Think Mary and Rudy would be okay with it?" Robin pondered aloud, and Wally was all for, waving his hand dismissively at the question.

"What?! My parents are always looking for an excuse to hold dinner parties and junk; I'm sure they wouldn't mind!" Kid Flash beamed, and thought Robin himself had reservations, his cadence was infectious, and as such, the teen couldn't help but smile back. It was so hard to stay serious around him, and as he looked at the other, his stomach felt...warm, fluttering with a feeling he couldn't describe...but it wasn't new.

He'd felt it before, too many times to really count...but one when he was with him, but for some reason, he felt inclined to keep it to himself. Robin was nothing if not investigative, and he'd have to think on the meaning of it, to figure out why that kept happening, before he just brought it up out of nowhere.

Weird,he thought, pushing it down with a turn, breaking his line of sight with Wally. Doing that only made the feeling more intense. He really needed to figure out what that his throat, both boys perked up at the sound of Rudy's voice at the bottom of the stairs.

"Alright you two. Sandwiches are ready!" The man's voice boomed off of the walls, and at the thought of food, Wally's stomach gurgled with approval, and they both grinned at each other, and at once, Robin felt better.

There was no need to think about any of that stuff. There was nothing to worry about, he said to himself as they both stood up and made their way towards the door.

"Nice! I'm starving! And we've gotta try Dad's lemonade...but I hope he didn't leave peels in this time. I drank it last time, but I don't have the stomach for more...but I don't wanna say no. He really tries, Rich. But I have my limits." Wally exclaimed, sighing pitifully with each step as if the idea of stomaching it was troubling enough on its own, and the former laughed. Any idea about Superboy and that mess all but left his face once they made it to the stairs, and on the way down, Robin relished the budding optimism that filled the air, glad to see that he'd done some good in easing the other's anxieties. Making it to the kitchen, and greeted with the plate full of varied sandwiches, the smell of baking cookies light and aromatic, and the waiting pitcher was the nail in the coffin for their conversation from before.

Robin sighed, feeling at ease.

Everything was just fine,he thought, grabbing a plate to help himself to some of the food, and Wally and his folks did much the same.

The boy wonder, in those moments that followed, certain that there was nothing at all to worry about.

Nothing at all.

-(Elsewhere, same time)-

He'd been taught what it meant, what the purpose of this sort of thing was for. The g-gnomes would beam the occasional image into his mind, give him brief lessons about each function, the end result of the practice of...sex. The lessons were never long, he began to notice; never longer than a few minutes in spurts here and there, every now and again, when the White-coats deemed it necessary for it was them that would tell the g-gnomes, and the then the g-gnomes would tell him. He, in retrospect, never wondered much about it; there was never usually a moment of pondering or speculation about the day he'd do it or what it might feel like when he did.

He supposed it never crossed his mind, what his first time would be like.

Yet now, staring up through hazy eyes, up at M'gann's face as she neared for fourth orgasm, he wondered now if this was what it was supposed to be.

"K-Kon...Kon...n~~"

Was it supposed to hurt as your cock was rubbed raw with friction, the skin bloodied, healing, only to scraped off again?

"R-right...right there...hnn~~"

Were your lips supposed to be dry as you were kissed? And bitten, bloody, red? Your mouth cavity invaded time and time again as their tongue slithered down your throat?

"Yes...y-yes~"

Was your body supposed burn? Was it supposed to hurt?

Was this sex?

Smack Smack Smack

The sound was deafening, sticky, in his ears. Every point of contact that they made was ingrained deeply into his mind.

He couldn't close his eyes still, not that it would have matter if he would have been able to. His senses at this point was so completely overwhelmed that the stinging nausea that had made him gag before was just one more thing to add to the mixture of musk, sweat, and sweetness that made his body feel numb.

Kon-el flinched, or rather, he wanted to.

Every time their skin clashed together there was a sickening stickiness that made every cell in his body scream with pleasure and disgust.

He wasn't sure how many times he'd done it, came.

It was enough that his eyes, when they weren't trapped staring up at the engravings of etched stone far above his head, were able to catch glimpses of dried cum overtaken by fresher lines as she made him go again, and again, and over, and over. He thought absently about what it might be like to clean it. Whether it would hurt his skin when all of it dried, when went to clean himself, and then found it strange that he was thinking about something like that at the moment.

What would it matter, he thought, as his eyes traveled dully back up to the dark stone above him; it was bright, illuminated by rays of light just outside his window. He was lucky, he figured, out of touch with the situation, having been afforded one of of the few portals to the beautiful harbor that laid beyond the mountain, Happy Harbor, he remembered being told, was its name.

They hadn't had the chance to see much of the town yet, but he would really like to. He liked seeing new things, you know?

He thought about trying fish. He'd heard it was good.

He thought maybe he could try going on a boat.

He wondered if the people were friendly.

He -

In an instant, he felt his mind be wrenched from his musings, a screaming, bright, new pulse of psychic force against his arm deepening the cascade of bruises and dark splotches that danced like morbid circus about the length of both of his arms, chest, and stomach, older ones that had already begun to heal; his face didn't change, his body didn't give it away, but he wanted so badly to scream. He wanted to thrash he felt her hands dig into his skin, both with displeasure and ecstasy.

He felt her claw into his mind, barely even trying to slip in quietly anymore; she simply overwhelmed him now, filling every corner and every crevice and every crack until all he could hear was her. Thankfully, for those few moments, he thought, he didn't have to hear her.

Or the sound of them...he stopped his train of thought. It was easier to just...not acknowledge it.

"Don't think about any of that stuff, okay, Konny? I want you...h-here with me. O-okay? I want...you to...t-to feel good...do you feel good?..."She asked, staying in his mind as she leaned down, staring deeply into hazy, blue eyes. The clone wasn't even sure what to make of the question.

Did he feel good?

Smack Smack Smack

They were both soaked in sweat now. He was certain that he'd have to change his bedding after this, he thought, only slightly realizing how warm he felt. She watched him intently as she began to quicken her pace, a clear indicator that she was nearing her climax as her face always looked like, as if she were hardly thinking at all anymore. His chest was slathered with spit, some dry, some wet, dripping from her lips as she pushed her way on his chest to invade his mouth after what felt like countless times already.

Did he feel good?

dID He fEEl GoODddd?

His eyes felt wet.

Closing them, though he knew that she would just open them again, he couldn't help it as a weak, small thought trickled to mind. It was fragile, made delicate by tenuous sorrow that gripped every part of his body as he felt his mouth draw open, just slightly, to loose the softest cry. He wondered if she'd heard it. He wondered if it would have mattered.

Whether it would have mattered at all.

"Please...stop...you're...hurting...me..."His mind whispered back to hers, and he realized, even in his numb state, that he was crying.

He felt ashamed. So horribly ashamed as he opened his eyes to look at her.

And she looked back.

There was silence.

Then she stopped.

"You're..."M'gann started, breaking her eye contact with him to consider something in her own mind for a moment, her lips moving as if speaking to herself as quiet words trickled from her mouth in kind, but Kon-el too preoccupied with relief to even mind much of whatever she was doing. He hadn't been pulled out of her yet, the whole of his cock was still squeezed into her body, but there was slight reprieve from the burning friction and overstimulation that made him vibrate with residual pain alone. But that didn't make his body hurt less; it only eased the focus he needed from one sensation to the next as, closing his eyes, parted lips passed a breath between his teeth.

Was it over?

Was she going to stop?

Catching his hope, she didn't smile again.

She frowned.

M'gann looked upset.

"You're supposed to be...you're supposed to like it.Whydon't you like it?"She asked him, and Superboy could have almost laughed at the question.

Was she...was she serious? Why didn't he like it?

Why didn't he like when she hit him?Why didn't he like when she didn't listen to him? Why didn't he like when she forced herself onto him?

A word came to mind, something that he'd been taught only a handful of times when he was still in Cadmus. It was a specific word that was used when things like this happened. Something to describe when someone made you have sex, even when you didn't want to. Forced you to do it even when it they don't listen to you when you say no.

He knew what that word was, but he wouldn't let himself think it.

But it slipped through.

His eyes rang with decisive hate as he hardened his gaze, though nothing could cover the branching shame that ripped through him at that very moment the realization hit him.

Rape.

Because that's what this was. Rape. He was aware of it...and so was she. Even someone as dense as him could see that plain as day.

And that was all it took for her to lose every sense of tenderness that she'd feigned.

"DON'T SAY THAT!"She screamed, and his eyes captured her hand raising high above her head before she brought down her open palm, searing his cheek with her hand and sending his head to its side from the force, spittle shooting from his mouth and his teeth bit into his tongue. He could taste the blood collecting in his mouth, thick and coppery, as it trickled from his broken lip.

But his mind didn't relent.

No, this was exactly what he'd said it was.

"Yes you are. You're...you're raping me. I don't...I don't this, M'gann. You know that."He continued, unable to look at her since his body wouldn't respond to him, but frankly, he didn't want to, anyway.

Why would he want to look at her, knowing what she was doing? But this only enraged her further.

"No, I'm not. We're...we're making love, Konny! We're - "He closed his eyes to her, not wanting to hear another second of whatever delusion she'd cooked up in her head. They were'making love'? Was she fucking crazy? THIS was making love to her? If he could have, Kon would have laughed. Screamed with laughter so loud that he would have deafened himself at the A-1 joke he'd just heard from her mind.

She was delusional. Plain and simple, she was delusional, crazy bitch.

"No...we're...not. I don't...want this. But...we can stop...youcan stop...I..."He thought, opening his eyes to meet the far end of his room.

He stared at it, mind and body feeling...numb.

Could they really just stop and forget that all of this had happened? Go back to playing pretend and playing nice when they both knew...thatheknew...what she'd done? Was it that simple?

He would heal, physically, he knew. He was sure that in a few hours that every break, and bruise, and scratch would be faded away, a phantom pain that would leave no trace as his kryptonian physiology took hold and wiped any trace of her handiwork from his skin...and that scared him. To think that there would be nothing to corroborate what he knew would stick in his mind forevermore, that the only thing that would keep him from imagining any of this was the knowledge that the only other person that knew about it...was the very person who'd been the cause of it in the first place...it made him want to scream.

He would have, if he could have.

So what other choice did he have? There was no way that anyone would believe him.

If he told them that little M'gann had...done this...they'd think he was insane, a liar, bitter, every manner of wrong, and looking up at her, he knew she knew it, too.

Perhaps that was part of the reason as for why she did this. Because she knew she had every advantage to. That even if he wanted to, there were too many reasons not to tell, to keep it their little secret until death did they part.

That only made him angry, so much so that his skin flushed with rage, but it was quickly extinguished.

He was too tired to fight what he knew was the was futile, anyway.

But at the very least, they could stop here. He could salvage whatever remained of his dignity and self-respect while he still could...if there were anything left of it, that is. He wasn't sure there was.

No, He chided himself. He was still whole.

It wasn't that easy to shake him.

It wasn't that easy,he told himself.

And he believed it true. He wanted to, at least.

"We can forget this ever happened, okay? Lets just...j-just pretend like...this was some weird dream and...n-no one else has to know."He told her quietly, feeling his urge to fight dwindling. All of this, this entire day, had been been nothing but a fucking nightmare from the moment he woke up...and now, he just wanted it to be over. He desperately wanted her to just...drop it altogether, if just to afford him the barest amount of peace, if he could find that now.

No, he thought, I'm fine. I'm fine, I...I'll heal.

That's right. He could heal. No one would know.

No one would know but him and her. Just him...and her.

He turned to face her, the feeling in his body returning somewhat as her focused was stolen with their conversation. She'd made sure that every so often, she would check to make him numb again, the effects transient but thorough, but now, he allowed himself some degree of freedom, steeling himself as best as he could. It was like scaling a mountain, looking in the face of the person who'd...he didn't want to think the word; it made it too real. But she looked back at him, her eyes watering as, with horror, he realized that she was beginning to move again, slide herself along his shaft as if his words hadn't even reached her. His mind trembled with strain and frustration.

"M'gann...stop..."He begged her, looking here dead in her eyes as the girl reluctantly stopped.

She hiccuped a bit, whining into his chest as leaned down to lay on him. He tried to manage the disgust he felt at her attempts at intimacy, but he controlled himself.

He just wanted this to end, not have another fight.

"I...I just thought...I thought this was something that you would want...I was trying to make you feel good, Konny. I never meant to..."She tried to explain, but Kon-el only looked forward.

He didn't respond.

He'd said everything he needed and intended to.

There was nothing else to say.

Nothing else at all.

"I...I just..."M'gann stared at him for a long moment before sitting up. Using her hands to push herself from him, he felt his cock slide out of her, and with it, a mess of cum poured out, slathering his pelvis with seed, made worse when his eyes watched it drip from her hole. It pooled into his pubic hair, and he tried to look away, the nausea at the sensation of it drying enough that it threatened to unravel the hard look that he'd set about his face. His fingers twitched, waking again with quiet grasps at the sheets beneath his skin; he needed something to hold on to.

Something to ground him.

Lest he fall apart right there.

He was trying, god, he was trying so hard, but he was done for the day.

Completely...totally...utterly, done.

Swinging her leg slowly around to plant her feet upon the floor, she came to a stand, and as she did so, he could feel her moving around him, gathering her strewn clothes, but he didn't look directly at her. In fact, he focused his eyes onto the ceiling, minding those quiet tendrils of light. They danced upon the ceiling, illuminating specks of dust that was fine and granular, giving him something to look at.

Anything would have been fine, though.

Anything but her.

Thinking about it, he wasn't even sure where his clothes were at the moment, but he wouldn't have wanted to those back, anyway. His first thought was to clean himself.

He was filthy.

Disgusting.

Unclean.

Sofuckingunclean.

He couldn't wear anything until he was made clean again.

If he could ever be -

She'd finished dressing when he felt her eyes on him again, and though he didn't look at her directly, he could see her face flicker with so many emotions, each one was like veritable whiplash he struggled to keep up with. By then, his body was almost his own again, and his muscles tensed as fire filled his veins from the beating he'd taken, and the stress manifested on his once still face, ending that stoic stare and planting a sharp grimace upon his visage that she reacted to, too. However, he didn't move, not yet, not to cradle the dark blotches and scratches and scrapes of her hands; most had already begun the process of healing, he could feel it, but he wouldn't be able to know until he had the chance to look at them. A cold thought blew through his head that the thought of it, of seeing himself like this.

Of seeing himself at all.

I don't even want to look at myself. How can I? I make myself sick - ,But he shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut against the noise.

He would heal.

He would be fine.

Everything would be fine.

Fiddling with her hands, his body, as if driven by instinct alone, ran stiff as she got close to him, and she had to have noticed it, her eyes widening as she looked at him for a long moment, yet still, he didn't look at her. He could see her hand tremble near his face when she raised it.

Please don't touch me...,His mind whispered quietly, but he steeled himself, hating the way he felt, how he sounded...weak, but that didn't stop him from freezing under her warm touch, and his mind reeled. How? How could something so tender, so...pleasant...make him want to throw up? It shouldn't have felt that way...but it did.

His stomach churned hellishly as she leaned into his ear, stroking his cheek before traveling up to his hair, petting him.

"Konny...I'm...I'll talk to you later, okay?" The girl promised, and Kon-el would have scoffed if he weren't so tired, but a flare of anger still rose in him, and for the first time in a while, he met her eyes, his pale orbs running still and cold as his finger dug into the sheets, turning his knuckles white with disbelief, with rage.

Talk later? Did she honestly think...that he would ever have anything to do with her? After everything that happened, after everything that she'd done -

His jaw clenched.

He'd had enough.

"M'gann...get the fuck out of my room. Now." He said, voice dry and raspy, fixing her with a look so cold and wrathful that his face began to hurt, but he didn't care. Everything else hurt anyway; what was one more thing? The clone didn't care what it took to make her leave, what he had to say, what he had todo...he couldn't stand being around her anymore. Tearing up again, the young martian sniffed, but before she stood, she tried to lean in for what looked a kiss. His body reacted before his mind did, and he jerked away, both from her advances and her touch as he turned away from her.

He spoke through gritted teeth.

"Now. Just...j-just go."He said finally, and after a moment or so of her standing there, the boy listening to her cry but feeling nothing akin to sympathy, she finally turned to leave. He couldn't hear her walking, so he assumed that she was floating over to the door, but however she left, he didn't quite care, taking not a second to watch how she had. He heard the door click open, and there was a lingering second that the former just stood there in the passageway; the teen felt her eyes on him.

She was silent.

Then...she was gone.

Just like that.

And Kon? He was alone.

He laid there for what felt like minutes, maybe hours, his mind not at all really grasping the time as every seconded wavered by, but upon her exit and his isolation, a sense of dull numbness fell over him. It was perverse, permeating his body as his hands with as tight as vice grips upon the sheets. Efforts were made to yank his mind from the distinct dryness that had since begun to cake his skin and hair.

He'd long gone soft, his member remaining limp and discarded, but he didn't bother to look to see how it might have looked, but instead, closed his eyes, breathing out shaky as the tiredness in him grew. Alone now, he almost thought that all of it might have been a figment of his fragmented imagination, but when his body began to shake, emotions threatening to overflow and swallow him whole, it only felt more...real.

Tangible.

Heavy.

Suffocating.

He squeezed his eyes tighter as he turned slowly onto his side, curling up and pulling his knees to his chest in an effort to resist the urge to cry.

Sleep. He wanted to sleep. He wanted to leave this all here, to forget than any of this had even happened, and in his mind, he was already trying to do so, pushing back her phantasmic hands that gripped and groped him as far as it would go.

Down, down, down.

Down where he couldn't feel her touching him.

Down where he couldn't taste her in his mouth.

And lying there, his muscles twitched with anxious vigilence, before he drifted off into an uneasy sleep where even his dreams, she persisted.