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Origins by angelicorn, NC17
Fandom: DC COMICS
Pairing: Tim/Kon, Lex/Clark
Length: 9 chapters around 1200-1600 words each
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
_angelicorn_
Author Website: just her livejournal
Why this must be read:Kon-El goes into heat and discovers he's not the only Kryptonian to do so. He seeks out his mate and the sex is really, really hot and pretty much never-ending, but then there are some really interesting scientific twists, and Dick and Bruce's reactions are priceless. Plus, there's a sort of innocent and adorable Bart. Lex and Clark are only in this a bit; it's mostly all Tim and Kon all the time.
The link below actually takes you to a calendar page where all nine chapters are linked. It's the easiest way I could figure out to get you all the chapters without a lot of scrolling. Enjoy!
In the awkward silence, the voice behind Tim could be heard clearly. “Tim. Woke up. You were gone.”
“I’m still here.”
A growl. “Communicator. Won’t let them take you.”
Tim looked behind him. “I’m not going anywhere.” His smile was soft and genuine.
“Mine.” Kon moved up to Tim, chin on his shoulder. “Don’t need them.” He glared at the communicator.
“But we need stuff,” Tim reasoned, leaning into the embrace.
Nightwing sucked a shocked breath in through his teeth.
“We need stuff, remember? We used everything we had here. Everything we could. We need more. Otherwise we can’t keep doing this. I can’t.”
Kon growled, the sound low and animal.
The two watching couldn’t see what Kon did, but they could see Tim’s response. His whole body jerked, and the blood flooded to his cheeks. “Kon,” he whined. “Not now. Wait.”
“Now.” Glaring at the communicator over Tim’s shoulder, Kon persisted. “Want them to know. Mine.”
“Leave him alone!” snapped Nightwing, furious.
“Mine.”
Tim twitched again. His breath hissed. “Get the supplies for me,” he pleaded. “Bart can vibrate through- hn- through the walls. Leave it in- nnnn- ah- the garage. We’ll get it after.”
Bart nodded, eyes wide.
“No-one,” growled Kon. “Mine.”
Tim’s blush darkened as he tipped his face back to Kon’s, nuzzling his cheek. “Right here. I’m right here, Kon.” He kissed him, wet, the angle strange but workable. “Right here. With you. He’ll put the stuff- uhhhh- drop it there and go. I’ll be right here. Only… ah… only wait.”
“Get the hell off of him,” snarled Nightwing.
Kon’s eyes narrowed at the communicator. His fingers tightened on Tim’s hip.
Tim cried out, helpless. The flush spread down his throat.
“Mine!”
Dick lunged forward, futile. “No-!”
Bart watched, hand to his mouth, golden eyes wide in shock.
Panting, Tim clapped his hand over Kon’s. His body was rocking in time with Kon’s growls. “Yours,” he admitted, and shut off the communicator.
Blushing hard, Bart tried not to think too much about what he’d just seen.
Nightwing punched the wall. “God. Tim. Little bro… that bastard.”
Disappointed, Starfire turned off the comm. No more free boyporn. Dammit.
Origins
Pairing: Tim/Kon, Lex/Clark
Length: 9 chapters around 1200-1600 words each
Author on LJ:
_angelicorn_Author Website: just her livejournal
Why this must be read:Kon-El goes into heat and discovers he's not the only Kryptonian to do so. He seeks out his mate and the sex is really, really hot and pretty much never-ending, but then there are some really interesting scientific twists, and Dick and Bruce's reactions are priceless. Plus, there's a sort of innocent and adorable Bart. Lex and Clark are only in this a bit; it's mostly all Tim and Kon all the time.
The link below actually takes you to a calendar page where all nine chapters are linked. It's the easiest way I could figure out to get you all the chapters without a lot of scrolling. Enjoy!
In the awkward silence, the voice behind Tim could be heard clearly. “Tim. Woke up. You were gone.”
“I’m still here.”
A growl. “Communicator. Won’t let them take you.”
Tim looked behind him. “I’m not going anywhere.” His smile was soft and genuine.
“Mine.” Kon moved up to Tim, chin on his shoulder. “Don’t need them.” He glared at the communicator.
“But we need stuff,” Tim reasoned, leaning into the embrace.
Nightwing sucked a shocked breath in through his teeth.
“We need stuff, remember? We used everything we had here. Everything we could. We need more. Otherwise we can’t keep doing this. I can’t.”
Kon growled, the sound low and animal.
The two watching couldn’t see what Kon did, but they could see Tim’s response. His whole body jerked, and the blood flooded to his cheeks. “Kon,” he whined. “Not now. Wait.”
“Now.” Glaring at the communicator over Tim’s shoulder, Kon persisted. “Want them to know. Mine.”
“Leave him alone!” snapped Nightwing, furious.
“Mine.”
Tim twitched again. His breath hissed. “Get the supplies for me,” he pleaded. “Bart can vibrate through- hn- through the walls. Leave it in- nnnn- ah- the garage. We’ll get it after.”
Bart nodded, eyes wide.
“No-one,” growled Kon. “Mine.”
Tim’s blush darkened as he tipped his face back to Kon’s, nuzzling his cheek. “Right here. I’m right here, Kon.” He kissed him, wet, the angle strange but workable. “Right here. With you. He’ll put the stuff- uhhhh- drop it there and go. I’ll be right here. Only… ah… only wait.”
“Get the hell off of him,” snarled Nightwing.
Kon’s eyes narrowed at the communicator. His fingers tightened on Tim’s hip.
Tim cried out, helpless. The flush spread down his throat.
“Mine!”
Dick lunged forward, futile. “No-!”
Bart watched, hand to his mouth, golden eyes wide in shock.
Panting, Tim clapped his hand over Kon’s. His body was rocking in time with Kon’s growls. “Yours,” he admitted, and shut off the communicator.
Blushing hard, Bart tried not to think too much about what he’d just seen.
Nightwing punched the wall. “God. Tim. Little bro… that bastard.”
Disappointed, Starfire turned off the comm. No more free boyporn. Dammit.
Origins
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You have introduced me into a new fandom.... With a pre-implanted OTP.