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Be Not Echoes	By : Isabelle_Jennings Category: DC Verse Comics > Justice League Views: 3674 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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PART 12: LOVE, LONGING, AND FURY
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--- KAL ---
It was nearing the middle of the day, the weather was sunny and bright, with a fierce wind coming in from the coast a few miles away. Bruce was standing alone on a high balcony that was looking out over the city and to the ocean beyond. His hands were behind his back; his expression lost in thought.
And he wasn't wearing a shirt, just a pair of draw-string pants.
Kal stopped a moment; too high up, far away, and out of his field of vision for his friend to see him.
Was he really doing this? Anyone with common sense would tell him it was an awful damn idiotic thing to do. Going to see the a friend who you had a crush and recently broke a date with (okay, a -possible- date with) right after you got dumped by a woman you were actually still in love with, despite the fact that she'd just walked all over your heart. He couldn't even count the ways this could end badly.
On the other hand though, maybe it wouldn't end badly at all, right? Which, at this moment, seemed to be enough of a justification for him.
He flew over into Bruce's field of vision and floated down to him, taking it a little slow. He saw recognition in his friend's eyes right away. A little surprise, perhaps. Maybe a flash of something more; but whatever that something more was, he couldn't say for sure because it was quickly hidden behind that 'Batman' look he got. He came up to him and floated there just off the balcony.
"Back to your self, I see..." Bruce spoke.
Kal smiled a little. "I'm sorry I broke our date." He answered.
Bruce closed his eyes a moment and sighed a little, letting his hands fall to his sides. He opened his eyes and their eyes met again. "Is that what it was? A date?" He asked. It was all simple inquiry; no judgments and not much personal emotion or investment that Kal could determine.
"Honestly? I suppose it's what I would have liked for it to have been. Whether it would have been or not; naturally, that would have been up to you." Kal replied.
"I see." Bruce replied, turning his back and walking a few steps away.
Kal rose up and alighted back down on the balcony, brining a hand up to lay on his friend's shoulder. "Talk to me; please?" Kal asked.
Bruce turned back to look at him. Their eyes met and Kal was a little struck by the sudden intensity of those eyes--hard, searching, unforgiving, but starkly alive. "Tell me about the bar, then." He spoke. "The explosion."
Kal closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, turning away. "I was attacked."
"By whom? To what end?" Bruce asked.
Kal sighed. "I have no idea." He met Bruce's eyes. "I went dancing because I wanted to be around people. There was a woman... She got into my head somehow... It was... I couldn't do anything to stop her... It was like... she just... set me on fire. If Sharon hadn't been there... I don't know what..."
Bruce regarded him soberly. "When I first met you, I thought... I never would have imagined you of all people could be hurt like this. Twice, in such quick succession..." He shook his head. "It seems this is a far more dangerous world than even I'd concluded. To say that this is worrying..."
"Understatement; I know." Kal finished for him.
Bruce regarded him a moment. "It's not your fault, you know." He spoke, bringing his hand up to touch his face.
"Does it matter who's fault it is?" Kal asked. "People still died."
"They did. And that means you need to improve. Become stronger." Bruce told him. "...You know how my parents died. You know that's why I do... what I do. Or why I started anyway... I was a child then. I could do nothing. Now, I've stopped similar crimes any number of times. It's never enough, but, at the same time... each time I save a child, I treasure that moment... Someone like you--there's almost no limit to how much good you could do in this world. I've seen it for myself... I've seen the strength of your character. That, more than anything, is what can make that difference."
Kal smiled at that. "Did you think I'd give up on that? Is that it?" He asked softly.
Bruce moved forward and captured his lips in a kiss--forceful, but sweet and very heartfelt. Kal wrapped his arms around him and returned the kiss. "It would have broken my heart if you had." Bruce answered softly.
Kal smiled at that and kissed him back. "Does this mean I get another chance at that date?" He asked, once he'd returned the kiss thoroughly.
Bruce smiled in a sort of devil-may-care sort of way. "We'll see."
Kal kissed him again, and, by this point, he could definitely tell Bruce was interested and not just having him on; by the very noticeable bulge in his pants if by nothing else. Kal smiled as he moved to kissing Bruce's neck. "You know, we could move this inside?" Bruce offered.
"Later." Kal replied, lowering himself down to his knees before his friend--who was apparently also about to become his lover. "You don't have to worry about choking me, by the way. I don't actually have to breathe, after all."
"Kal..." Bruce started to say.
Kal untied and loosened the draw string of his pants and let them fall. Before him, Bruce's sex was long, full, and erect for him. "Yes?" Kal asked, stroking it softly with one hand and looking up at him.
"I... Never mind." He replied.
Kal smiled. "Thought so." He answered, moving forward and taking the tip into his mouth and working his tongue around it. Bruce sighed in a sensual sort of way and Kal took that as encouragement and started to take more of his sex into his mouth and began to suck him off.
Kal felt his own sex, hard and full, but he didn't touch himself; he concentrated on Bruce and making him feel good. He felt Bruce's hands in his hair and he went deeper, starting to pump him in a nice steady rhythm. He felt himself really start to glow too; his energy start to peak.
It didn't take very long and he heard Bruce gasp and felt him thrust himself down his throat; felt his cum shoot into is mouth--down his throat. Warm, with a heady taste that had him delighting in carefully sucking and licking his lover clean.
At last, he let Bruce's sex fall from his lips; he swallowed and stood. Their eyes met and Bruce kissed him. "Can we go into bed now?" Bruce asked softly.
"Whatever you say." Kal answered with a soft smile as she stood up before him.
"How do you get out of that thing, by the way?" He asked as he turned to lead Kal to his bedroom inside.
Kal smiled softly again at that and started to let himself glow brighter. His 'Superman' suit falling off of him as he walked through it, leaving him nude.
"...An angel..." Bruce spoke with soft reverence, having stopped in his tracks to stare at the sight.
"Kryptonian, actually; but thanks for the complement, all the same." He smiled, aware what affect he could have--he knew he was beautiful; and glowing like he could... well, he'd seen for himself in a mirror--it was quite a sight. Actually, in a way, he was a little self-conscious about it. Not that he wished to be other than he was; it was only that... he wasn't quite sure he felt inside as beautiful as he looked from the outside, so he kind of thought... maybe it was dishonest somehow?
Bruce swallowed. "Sorry, I... It's amazing... how beautiful you are..."
"You're not so bad yourself." Kal answered, caressing his cheek and kissing him again. And that was certainly true--Bruce was really quite something to look at too. More than a few scars here or there, but Kal kind of liked how they looked somehow--they added to his mystique and air of danger.
"...So, you can go intangible as well?" Bruce asked after the kiss was ended.
"...Only since Sharon healed me. I don't know why..." He explained.
"This Sharon; Sharon Vance--Strange Visitor. With her power levels... I suppose it shouldn't surprise me, anything she does..." Bruce spoke, suddenly serious. "She's probably made more of a name for herself than that cousin of yours of late, you know... Some people are calling her a messiah. I don't know if you're aware, but there are even a few churches cropping up centered around her. It almost seems she can do no wrong. Even G. Gordon Godfrey likes her, and that's no small trick for someone like us. I know you've had a past with her..."
"She's a friend. A good friend. Believe me, she deserves what they're saying about her." Kal answered.
"I'm not saying she doesn't..." Bruce replied in a subdued tone.
"Is this about me?" Kal asked gently. "Has... Did what happen at the club lose me your trust?"
Bruce met his eyes. "It's not a mater of trust. All... All I have to do is look into your eyes, and somehow I can't help but trust in you... Maybe even believe in you, to some extent. It's just... what would have happened? If Strange Visitor hadn't been there? How many more would have died?"
Kal was silent a moment. "...I don't know. Kara would have some idea, I'm sure..."
"And that's my point. Kal... what would you say if I offered to train you?" Bruce asked.
"...How?" Kal asked softly.
"In mental discipline, for one thing. Tactics, strategy, fighting styles as well. You have a lot of power... and so much potential to be a positive force in the world. But, as recent events have shown, you're far from invulnerable. You've been raped, at least partially brainwashed... and turned into a weapon to murder seventy-nine people against your will, with yet more seriously injured--some only barely still clinging to life. Obviously there are beings in this world more powerful than either of us--but if you were properly trained..." Bruce let the thought hang between them.
"Aren't you worried that it would only make me more of a threat, what you're proposing?" Kal had to ask.
Bruce closed his eyes. "Like I said--I trust you. And besides, if it's down to a choice between someone who genuinely wants to be a force for good in the world having that kind of power, and beings who clearly have very little regard for life and very little compunction against using others in revolting ways for their own ends... If you were in my position, what choice would you make?" He asked.
"I'd offer to train me too, I suppose." Kal admitted.
"Then, you accept my offer?" Bruce pressed.
"I do." Kal answered; the weight of his answer feeling heavy on his shoulders.
"Good..." Bruce answered, moving forwards and caressing his face with one hand, looking deeply into his eyes, and kissing him again.
Kal felt his body and heart immediately respond.
"Of course... we don't have to start right this minute, I suppose." Bruce offered with a little of a smile.
"Whatever you say." Kal repeated himself, moving in to kiss him; then, after an enjoyable while of that, smoothly scoop him up into his arms and start to carry him inside.
"I don't suppose there'd be any use asking you to put me down?" Bruce asked wryly.
"Oh, sure there would. I somehow don't think you're going to though." He countered happily.
"...Your cousin hears nothing." Bruce spoke, in a tone that brooked no argument.
"My lips are sealed." Kal promised, tilting his passenger's head up to kiss him again as they walked.
Bruce brought a hand up to his neck as he returned the kiss.
"I'm trusting you..." Bruce spoke.
Kal smiled at that. "Just not -too- much, I hope." And he tossed him unceremoniously on the bed, causing a startled sort of squawk in Bruce.
Kal hopped up on the bed right after him and was on top of him and kissing him again before he could get a world out.
Bruce did one of those ninja type moves and Kal soon found their positions reversed though. "I'll remember that..." Bruce spoke, his eyes intense. "...This is safe, isn't it? Us... like this?" He asked softly.
"You mean will I crush you if I hold you too tightly by accident?" Kal asked back.
"I know what you said during our basketball game. But, you have to admit... this is a little more of--"
Kal put two fingers against Bruce's lips to forestall him. He smiled. "It's not an issue. Like I said; it's automatic for me--not something I have to try at or keep focus for. I've been with baseline humans before this way. There was never even the whisper of a hint of anything amiss... The only thing I've ever had to consciously keep a lid on is how I glow..."
"So, you've been with some who didn't know you for who you really were then?" Bruce asked.
"...Only once... and that didn't end very well..." Kal spoke with soft emotion of Lois, very much hoping Bruce wouldn't pursue the subject.
"It sounds like there's a story there." Bruce pointed out, causing Kal to wince a little internally.
"...Nothing I want to talk about at this particular moment." He replied with a forced easy-going smile, finding Bruce's tendency to veer into heavier subjects while they were getting romantic to be just a bit exasperating... but in an endearing sort of way, none the less.
"...Whatever you say..." Bruce replied, moving down to kiss him in an almost possessive sort of way; which Kal found he very much liked.
Bruce's hand went down between them to start to stroke Kal's sex as they kissed, and Kal felt his body respond, arch, come fully alive. They continued to kiss as they explored one another's bodies with roaming hands; in no particular hurry.
Bruce's sex was sliding against his skin between them, and he could feel the wetness from it--from his own on Bruce's hand as well. He focused on kissing him though, and just let his light surround them and his climax build as it would.
"So beautiful; my angel..." Bruce spoke to him and, at the sound of his voice, Kal gasped and felt his orgasm light up his body even more. He felt Bruce then somehow too; some sense of him he couldn't explain. Not emotions or thoughts, more just some essential knowing... a bedrock acknowledgment of the connection they were forging. He'd felt it before when he made love--usually felt it--and he sometimes wondered if it was a Krytonian thing, or something everyone experienced when they made love. He'd asked some of his lovers, and they said they felt something like that too, but since there was no way to compare experiences such as that, her really didn't know. He very much hoped it was the same. The same for Bruce; the same for everyone. That it was something everyone had in common, tying them together, no matter what world they were from.
Whether that was or wasn't the case though, and whether he was moving too fast with Bruce (which he was actually worried about), he did know he'd really needed this. His eyes were open, but he didn't really see what they saw--and when Bruce started to kiss him again, gentle but hungry, they fluttered closed and he let himself get lost in that kiss--lost in the lover he'd found in this man who'd started out as only a friend.
Before he could really catch his breath though, he felt Bruce's hand on him again--felt his sex get hard again from it. "Turn about, as they say, is fair play." Bruce spoke softly into his ear, getting up and turning about, moving to go down on him.
"I'll say." Kal answered, more to himself than to Bruce, as he felt Bruce's lips close over his sex and start to suck.
--- J'ANN ---
She didn't want to eavesdrop on them--knew it was morally wrong to do so, no matter if she looked at it from a Martian or human perspective, but somehow she couldn't make herself stop. Not until Bruce had said "So beautiful; my angel..." Had she finally wrestled her self-control firmly into place and barred herself from listening in any further.
"This is truly a miserable state of affairs you've gotten yourself into, Lane... Face it--this is wreaking you, more than just a little." She muttered to herself. "Fuck, I miss Erica right now." Even though her fiance had only been gone a little while. She reminded herself again that she'd faced an impossible choice, and had just had to make a call and live with it. Well, if this was living with it, she hated it worse than she'd thought she would... Of course, when she'd made the decision, that she'd have to sit where she was and listen to Clark making love with someone else right after the fact wasn't something she'd considered--though maybe she should have. It wasn't as if she could at all blame Clark for it of course, though a part of her wished she could. Mostly though, she just cursed herself for being dumb enough to fall in love with two people at the same time. Three people, really... Though she hadn't really had a better choice about the third one.
She sighed and looked out over the ocean. She was a few miles away from Bruce Wayne's mansion--close enough that she could get there in a second or two if she needed to. Maybe she should have chosen a place a bit closer, sure, but she'd wanted the view. Lori had taken her, Cat, and Tana (the woman she'd been dating at the time) out to the cliffs a ways down the coast a while ago, and she'd loved the view--gone back a few times after by herself just to sit and think.
It was so unlike her home world. Even before the fire plague, Mars had never been nearly so rich as Earth was in water. No oceans of nearly this size. It was still amazing to her to look at. And the sound it made... On Mars, she'd looked out at the sand deserts like this sometimes... The two things were, in many ways, as opposite as could be, but somehow, J'ann had realized, in a way that was very important, they had something essential in common...
She sat down on the cliffs and just stared. After a while, she just closed her eyes and listened. She was still keeping mental tabs on Clark of course, but only enough to make sure he was safe, not anymore. She couldn't block out everything that way, she could still sense the broad strokes, but the ocean's song helped.
She spent more than an hour like that, and thankfully Bruce had finally gotten tired and needed a real break. He was getting them tea right now. J'ann smiled to herself, oddly happy. "At least he has someone who makes him happy..." She spoke softly to herself. That took a good deal of the sting out of it, she realized, now that she'd had some time to process it at least.
Not that she wasn't still jealous in part--of course she was--but her feelings were changing, and she could imagine that one day she could feel towards Clark and Bruce (if they ended up staying together) like she felt about Cat and Lori. One day at least. Not today. Maybe not for a long time. But someday, she thought, she would get to that point about it. It was a comforting thought.
As she was thinking it though, she felt a shift in the air... a minuscule rumbling in the low auditory ranges that she recognized instantly. She was in the air and giving the phenomenon a wider berth when she heard and saw it--"BBBOOOOMMMM!!!"
She sent a mental call out to Kara to come for Clark right away and get him away from here, then braced herself to fight or run; her eyes crackling with fire. When she saw Lasha step through though, she couldn't help but relax her guard.
Lasha's face bloomed into a wide grin and she flew up to her, J'ann meeting her part way, and they sort of crashed into one another. Kissing with hunger and fierce passion--hands grasping and clawing at one another--bodies pressed close--J'ann could feel Lasha's energy buffeting her in almost brutal waves, but it only excited her--made her want this woman more. She surged forward and crashed them to the ground, creating a shockwave and causing the cliff side to crumble and shake.
Luckily, this part of the coast was largely barren and remote--no one was near enough to be hurt by their... exuberance. They wrestled and clawed at each other for dominance and eventually, J'ann let Lasha have it.
J'ann had known that this could happen--of course she'd known--and she was somehow absurdly glad it had--now of all times. For one thing, it meant she had another ally; for another...
She'd been deliberately burying this part of her--the part of her that was born of Artemiz and Lashina--the part that loved the woman who was currently ravishing her with a fire that would never die. Partly because she was a little scared of it. Partly because it was so much to process and actually potentially dangerous for her in a way. Party because she thought that Artemiz could well have found a way to reverse what she'd done to Lashina--a way to win her back from her--and the next time she saw Lashina, it would be as an enemy and not a lover. And, perhaps mostly, because if she'd let herself think of this--let that part of her integrate more fully into her thought-structure--that being apart from this woman would have simply hurt too much--would have driven her mad and made her seek a way to get to Apokolips and to her, no matter how suicidal that probably would be for her.
But now that she was here... It was so overwhelming, in such a good way. It felt like none of the rest of it mattered... Not even what she felt for Erica or Clark. She felt the fire inside her and it was hungry and felt as though, now that it was truly lit, it would never die away again.
She cried out in ecstasy as Lashina's hand pleasured her--her energy pulsing through her in waves of such crashing force that it was all J'ann could do to withstand them. Somehow though, she didn't fear them--she thrilled at them--lusted for them. She bit Lashina then on the neck below her ear and clawed at her, wrestling her over and sending waves of telekinetic fire through her; her eyes burning as she poured beams of fire at her lover at full intensity--enough power to level buildings and it only made Lashina laugh in delight and kiss her all the harder.
Their energies combusted in an explosion and the cliff side crumbled and tumbled them down to the ocean--the world was a jumble of chaos and fire and rock and they both laughed and started to kiss again as they tumbled to the water and continued to make love, even as the water boiled and the earth shook around them. She felt herself just start to burn so hot--it shouldn't be possible; the fire should be hurting her, killing her, but it wasn't--it was feeding her! Feeding her passion; feeding the life in her!
They burned down into the earth; molten rock covering them in a bed of lava, and J'ann felt herself just losing control--imprinting fully with Lashina and offering herself with little reservation; only making sure to keep a tight hold on the link between them--to strengthen it and cement her hold on her, even though it was a lie. It was selfish, yes, but necessary--both because she couldn't afford to have Lashina as her enemy again, and because she couldn't stand the thought of not having her as a lover as they were now. And the horrible thing was, she didn't feel guilty about it; only upset that it was necessary and that Lashina wasn't hers too in even this one way. Still, she didn't falter; she burned forward. She lost her form and was all fluid shapes--all passion and want--even raw need to be with this woman fully, as her true self; as a Martian. And Lashina met it, burned at it, bright and so fierce--she lost her form too, and was all fire and light--the raging chorus of impossible power and presence that was her truth as a goddess of Apokolips.
Mater and energy crashed, thought and passion danced as they became a storm together--raging only towards one another, building and building, each experience brighter and more pleasurable than the last. The only thing was, it was getting to be too much--Lashina was just too much for this world--primal, wild--the scale of her... At her true size, she was a giant--taller than a mountain. The BOOM tubes were what... bottled her up--limited her--into something that looked and felt smaller than she was. But what they were doing--what J'ann was doing--by making love with her like this, was tearing that facade away. What they were doing--they could scar this world--burn it's atmosphere--even tear the planet itself apart if they kept going. And she wanted to keep going--they could spare the Earth by blazing up into empty space to bring their consummation to it's full resolution, but she was already seeing too many breaks between them--too many cracks in the illusion. An illusion, yes, but an illusion that was real--because that was the only kind that would hold sway over a goddess. Their love had to be achingly, soul-tearingly real for it to hold. And it was. If the truth behind that truth were discovered though, Lasha would either not care and accept her as a mate anyway, or her wrath at the betrayal would consume her and it would end in a battle to the death between them. And, by this point, J'ann didn't think she would be able to bring herself to kill this woman--even if it meant her own death... So it would be no small risk. A risk she probably would have taken, if it were only her own life... But this wasn't just about her--it was about Cat, Lori, Erica, Clark, Margot, Aliki, Kara, Helena, Lucy, Lois's dad, Perry, Ron, Heather, Miko, Steve, everyone at the Planet--everyone she knew could die horribly because of Artemiz--and if it was Artemiz and Lasha together again? Even Joan wouldn't stand a very good chance. She couldn't take the risk.
So, reluctantly, she crashed into one final orgasmic convergence between them and snapped them both back to physicality with brutal force, tackling Lashina to the ground through the lava they were immersed in. Lasha only laughed and kissed her and rolled her over so she was on top. "Done already?" She asked playfully. "I know you have more stamina than that!" She teased. Even in molten lava, Lasha could speak as easily as if it were air.
"Oh, I do..." J'ann replied hungrily, somehow having found a way to speak in return. "I really, really do." She smiled, touching Lasha's face fondly. "But you know she'll be after us soon. We can't be too... distracted... when she comes."
Lasha sighed. "Whatever." She spoke as if it made no difference to her at all. "Just gives me another reason to kill the deceitful witch, I suppose." She stretched, cat-like and sensual, as if re-accustoming herself to the body she was in, then sat up and straddled her, arching her back in another stretch and giving J'ann a delicious view of her chest.
J'ann swallowed and sat up so that Lasha was in her lap. They kissed again, and kept kissing for a while; the white hot lava they were in cooling fractionally now that they'd stopped burning like they'd been. J'ann surged them up through the lava and rocks and water so they flew up into the air; Lashina still in her arms. Lashina's eyes and smile showed her building excitement--she kissed her again--hard--and then twisted them around in mid air and launched them at the rubble of the cliff side--they hit ground hard enough to make the earth shake and tremble with the shock wave of it. Lasha pleasured her with her hand while grinding herself on her thigh and they poured energy into one another in battering waves until they climaxed again.
When Lasha stopped kissing her at last and stared down at her like a victorious predator and a satisfied lover, J'ann couldn't help but break out into a wide, joyful smile and sigh in contentment. "Have I told you how much I missed you yet?" She asked, realizing how true that was actually. No wonder she hadn't been as enthusiastic as she thought she should have been at Erica's proposal. She'd tried to deny it, to turn it off, but what she'd done to herself wasn't something she could deny anymore--not with Lashina here and real and loving her like a growing part of her longed to be loved.
"Better... You showed me." Lasha answered softly, moving down to kiss her in a sensual, almost reverent way. "You show me still..." She whispered in her ear.
J'ann rolled her over onto her back and they kissed and touched and snuggled in softer ways; letting their bodies and energies simply commune and delight in their shared love for one another. J'ann thought of Erica then, and Margot and Aliki too, but she hoped it wouldn't be a problem. She knew it wouldn't be for Lashina--in fact, Lasha would expect her to have other lovers. It was the way of goddesses on Apokolips to have harems, that was very vivid in Lasha's mind. As long as Lasha was first in her heart, or at least shared that station equally with another whom she approved of, she would readily accept of it. The only issue might be Erica, and weather she would accept? In any case, that was an issue for another day. Erica and she would be apart until Artemiz was dealt with.
When, finally, hours later, as J'ann could hear helicopters and police cars heading their way from the city, they began to cease and Lasha got up and offered her a hand up, kissing her, and asking "What now?"
It was well past three AM, and J'ann replied. "Now, we go have some fun. Come see the city with me?" She asked, looking around and seeing the destruction they'd caused... They were out in the middle of nowhere, or as close as you could get to it this close to the biggest city on Earth, but still... No wonder the police were on their way--SCU was probably inbound with them! --Sorry Maggie; me and my new wanted criminal/dark goddess of a girlfriend got a little carried away. Any chance you'd consider looking the other way? For old times sake?-- Nope; just wouldn't work, would it.
Lasha smiled and took her in her arms and spun her around. "Show me!" She asked, setting her down and kissing her once more for good measure.
J'ann smiled a little dazedly with a happy smile on her lips as she took Lasha's hand and took off into the night sky, heading for the city. --Sorry Maggie, it's better this way.-- She thought.
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