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Tightening the last strap on the goon's arm, Tim secured the man to the electric chair firmly. Sweeping his green apple locks out of his face, the man lamented at how long his bangs were getting.
It might be time for a haircut.
Irritation at the prospect of finding a hairdresser in Gotham that Tim liked was interrupted by the garbled confusion of the goon. Waking up from the vigilante's anesthesia so soon should be commended.
A black bag obstructed the goon's view of his surroundings, but didn't stop him from struggling against the straps. Metal buckles clanked against each other with each attempt at escape.
It was kind of comical to watch such a display of fear and desperation. Laughter bubbled up from Tim's chest unprovoked, prompting him to slap a hand over his mouth to hide the too wide stretch of his smile.
The deep laceration scars that split his cheeks into a permanent grin yanked on his skin uncomfortably. Tim hated those scars. They were a ceaseless reminder of what that sick son of bitch did to him.
Warm, big hands took the vigilante's hands away from his face—letting his too manic, too unhinged laughter fill the empty warehouse. The sound burned in his lungs, causing his chest to ache until the laughing fit subsided.
Tilting his head back, Tim stared up at his boyfriend, who towered over him with a sweet smile. It contrasted with the scent of blood he reeked of, but that's what made him so alluring.
"Kon. I hate when you do that. It hurts to laugh, you know that."
Thumbs rubbed circles into Tim's palms, relieving some of the shorter man's tension. "I know, but it's more damaging to hold it back. Remember? Doctor's orders."
Tim clicked his tongue, pulling himself away from his overly protective boyfriend. "I don't give a damn about what any so-called doctor has to say."
Turning to grab Kon's face, the vigilante yanked the taller man down to his level. "And neither should you. They'll fill your head with mumbo jumbo just to confuse you."
Green locks swayed with the motion of Tim's head tilt, his pale blue eyes haunting in the low light of the warehouse. "You should only listen to me. I know what's best for you after all."
Superhuman strength yielded to Tim with ease, not an ounce of resistance in the Kryptonian's body. "You say that, but your ability to take care of yourself is severely lacking."
Sharp blue eyes narrowed when they caught on a purple bruise blooming across Tim's throat. "Like this."
Straightening to his full height, Kon tilted the vigilante's chin up to get a better look. X-ray vision revealed a plethora of broken blood vessels along with a few broken bones all over his boyfriend's body.
"Who did this?" Blunt teeth sharpened around an animalistic growl. Kon's fascinating alien characteristics that surfaced during intense emotion always captivated Tim.
"Our friend over here." Turning around, a black latex-gloved finger pointed at the goon strapped down. "He put up a hell of a fight when I tried bringing him in. Threw me into quite a few concrete walls."
Clicking his neck, Tim felt his spine popping back into place. "I'll be sore for days thanks to him."
"He did this?" Blue shifted to red, Kon's heat vision creating ripples in the air as it charged. "Why is he still alive then? He should be six feet under by now."
"Because I need him. Obviously." Narrowing his eyes at his enraged boyfriend, Tim's distaste for the Kryptonian's explosive anger was no secret. "If you kill him, I'll revoke all physical interaction for a week. No, a month."
Dark arms crossed over a sizable chest with a huff of agitation. Red eyes faded back to blue. "You've gotten soft, Tim. What could be so special about this guy anyway?"
Approaching the goon, Tim removed the bag, revealing frazzled red hair and a black gag tightly around the man's head. "He knows the location of Joker. Don't you?"
Wide green eyes shook, pupils dilated in terror. It was a good look, Tim couldn't lie. He always found true fear to be the most attractive part of a person. It awakened that dormant part of his brain that his so-called 'father' implanted.
The uncontrollable dopamine rush of holding someone else's life in his hands felt like a drug. One that his brain sorely missed. A deranged smile lit up Tim's face, his lithe body straddling the mortified goon.
"And you're going to tell me where he is. Or else you'll get to know the feeling of 2,000 volts very intimately." Reaching up, the vigilante brought the chair's helmet down, securing it in place around the goon's head.
The gag muffled horrific screams, green eyes screwed shut when black latex fingers danced innocently down grimy skin.
"And if that doesn't work, I have been meaning to start a teeth collection." Dislodging the gag from the goon's mouth, Tim wrenched the man's mouth open. "And you have a surprisingly good set. Perfect to fill in any gaps my cadavers might have."
A string of garbled mess came from the goon, the man trying to plead for his life around the vigilante's fingers poking and prodding at his molars.
"No begging. It doesn't work on me. Answer my question and I'll let you go. Simple as that." Releasing the goon's mouth, Tim tilted his head. "Where is Joker?"
"I-I don't know. Please, I'm just a goon for hire. I don't know any of my bosses' whereabouts." Green eyes were nearly bulging out of the man's head, which gave Tim the idea that maybe he could use a collection of eyeballs as well.
Tutting his tongue, the vigilante looked sorely disappointed. "Bad move, baby. You should know that lying is not allowed. I hate liars."
Climbing off the man, Tim produced a small device with a large red button in the center from his pocket. "Let's see if this motivates you to be honest."
With a click of the button, the man's shrieks echoed throughout the warehouse. It was only for a second, but that moment of electrocution had Tim shivering in delight.
"Let's try again."
As the time marched on—turning the twilight into midnight—Kon's foot knocked incessantly against the wooden crate he was perched on. Not once had he taken his eyes off his boyfriend's interrogation, feeling the unmistakable itch of jealousy snake under his skin.
For hours, this good-for-nothing scum has had the vigilantes' undivided attention. For hours, he's been living Kon's wet dream. The electrocution, the teeth pulling, all of it left the Kryptonian hot under the collar.
It should be him in that chair.
Why wasn't it him?
Tapping his chin, Tim sighed. "This isn't working. Maybe I need something stronger. Removing an eye might do the trick." Thick boots scuffed against the warehouse floor when Tim turned to Kon.
"Kon, could you find me some medical supplies? I should have brought my own, but I was in a rush." All he managed to bring was a few needles and a pair of pliers.
Blue eyes narrowed at the shorter man. "Why? So you can spend more time with your new boy toy?"
"Boy toy?" Pale eyes blocked in confusion until realization dawned on Tim. "Wait, are you jealous?"
Stiffening, the Kryptonian hastily looked away. "No, of course not. Heroes don't get jealous."
"You are, aren't you?" Advancing on his grumpy boyfriend, Tim caged the taller man in by gripping the edge of the wooden crate. "I didn't think I'd ever see the day that SuperBoy of all people would be jealous over literal gutter trash."
Kon's quick temper burst in his chest, his blue eyes turning to glare at Tim. "How can I not be!? You haven't looked away from him once this whole time. The only reason you talked to me after hours of ignoring me was to fetch more toys to play with!"
Tim's eyes widened at Kon's rage. He's never seen the Kryptonian this mad at anything other than a supervillain. Standing up, Kon pushed the vigilante out of the way to stalk over to the broken heap of a human that sat slumped in the chair.
Sharp teeth ground together hard enough to chip enamel at the erotic smell of burnt flesh and crimson blood drenching the man's front. He wasn't even conscious anymore, and Tim still wanted to play with him?
It should be Kon!
Returning his attention to Tim, the alien snarled. "Why is he so special? Just because he might know where Joker is?"
Eyes never once leaving the vigilante, Kon sat himself in the goon's lap. Gripping red locks, he jerked the man's head back. "He clearly doesn't, and you should have figured that out hours ago, but instead you are still torturing him!"
Rubbing the back of his neck, Tim realized Kon had a point. The high was just too good to give up, which led the vigilante to go further than necessary.
"Okay, so you don't approve of my methods. Makes sense, I guess. Still doesn't explain your jealousy, however. You're going to have to walk me through that." Honestly, Kon was a never-ending puzzle of contradictions that Tim found he couldn't stop trying to solve.
A hero with a penchant for blood and gore. A defender of the innocent and a sinner's worst nightmare. Kon was always right at the edge of following in his father's footsteps.
Tim suspected his hatred of Lex was the only thing keeping the Kryptonian from going too far down the same path.
"I never said I disapproved of your methods." Standing up, the Kryptonian placed his hands on his lips, his blue eyes bright behind the shadow of his hair.
"I've always found them to be one of the most beautiful parts about you. What I disapprove of is this lowlife getting to experience such stunning techniques."
Spinning on his heel, Kon slammed the boot against the back of the electric chair right beside the goon's head. Red eyes seethed, wanting nothing more than to pop this scum's head and watch it explode like a watermelon.
"He isn't even awake to appreciate them. What loser passes out from a few volts of electricity and a couple of pulled teeth?"
"Oh, I get it. You want to be in his place. Is that it?" Throwing his arms around his boyfriend when the taller man turned toward him, Tim grinned up at Kon.
"You should voice these things sooner. I'm not a mind reader, Kon. Why stew in jealousy instead of just saying all this hours ago?" Gloved fingers gripped the Kryptonian's ass, delighting in the flush adorning his boyfriend's face.
Eyes flitting back to blue, the anger vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Tim loved being able to witness how fast the switch was. The Cadmus files weren't kidding when they stated Kon was entirely unpredictable to be effective for his intended use.
"Cause you looked like you were having fun. I didn't want to get in the way with my messy feelings." The sheepish look did not match the rest of the expressions Kon was displaying just minutes prior.
Tim rolled his eyes fondly. The man had so little self-entitlement it was almost saintly. "But I could have been having fun with you instead. Ask for things more often, Kon. I'm happy to give them to you."
"But what I want isn't normal by human standards. Would you really be alright electrocuting me and pulling out my teeth?" Tim was more deranged than most, but surely there was a limit to what was acceptable?
Right?
Wide pale eyes swirled with frenzied giddiness. "I never thought about it until now, but what do you sound like screaming your lungs out. Will you beg for more or plead for mercy? Fuck, Kon, you just opened a floodgate. I have to know."
"Not even going to ask if my teeth grow back? Damn, that's hot. You really are insane." Kon's body held a suffocating kind of heat, arousal pooling in his gut the longer he thought about all the things Tim could do to him.
Curiosity tilted the vigilante's head. "Do they?"
Nodding with a glazed over expression, the alien's pants were starting to grow tight. "Yeah, yeah, they do. Takes a couple of hours too, so that I can enjoy the feeling for a while."
"And you call me insane. What mentally sound person gets off on the feeling of missing teeth?" The teasing lilt of Tim's voice had Kon whining softly.
"You try living with all your physical senses dulled to the point of any interaction being so muted you hardly feel it. See how quickly you start to crave any kind of intense stimuli." The pout his boyfriend wore was so adorable that Tim felt an unbearable urge to squeeze the man until he popped.
Hugging the man tighter, the vigilante's eyes flipped from manic to sweet in a matter of seconds. "You'll let me take care of you after, right? No shoving me away, claiming you don't need medical attention because of your biology. I won't do anything to you if you don't agree to aftercare."
A frown formed on Kon's face. He was terrible at accepting any kind of care. Medical attention reminded him too much of Cadmus that he'd rather suffer for a little while than receive it.
"You know how I feel about that. Why are you so determined to patch up a bioweapon that was literally built to soak up damage and keep pushing forward?" Sharp teeth cracked at the reminder of his original purpose.
"Because you're not a bio weapon. You're my boyfriend. If I get to break you, then I should be the one to fix you, too. I love you too much to let you suffer. You should know that by now." Taking care of Kon was an uphill battle Tim was willing to fight.
A war flashed across Kon's face. It's not that he was trying to be difficult; it was just something he honestly didn't understand. Lex programmed him to ignore any non-critical injuries and keep fighting. The Kryptonian was literally wired not to accept care.
But the human side of him craved attention. It needed touches that didn't bring violence with them, demanded affirmation to keep his mental state from plummeting. Even desired love to the point of obsession.
That humanity clashing with his programming is what made Kon too unstable to be used on the battlefield in the first place. What made him a failure in his father's eyes. What led to his termination that the JLA rescued him from.
What is causing the conflict of interest in Kon's head right now. Half of him wanted to follow protocol, while the other half wanted to be taken care of. Tim was patient as the taller man wrangled his thoughts into something sensible.
"I'll submit to aftercare. If I view it as a maintenance requirement, then my programming will allow it to happen." Kon scowled at how much of a robot he sounded like.
Genetic programming was worse than Cyborg's constant warnings and alarms. He could wave those away or overwrite the code. Kon was stuck with a cell-deep inability to function any other way.
"Don't scowl. I think it's cute when you talk like that."
"You find most of what I do cute. Comes with the territory of being obsessed, I fear." The scowl morphed into a playful smile, Kon's tension always being relieved by the shorter man's constant affirmation.
"Doesn't make it less true. Shouldn't the fact that I'm obsessed with you mean I know what I'm talking about? I know everything about you." Tim prided himself on his extensive knowledge of his boyfriend.
It was how he was able to sneak up on him despite his heightened senses and drug him. For weeks, the vigilante kept Kon in a cell he specially built for him in the basement of the Drake Mansion. It was the first time they had officially met, and Tim was overjoyed when groggy blue eyes locked onto him from behind the bars.
As if on a honeymoon, the vigilante spent every minute shaping and molding the self—proclaimed hero into the perfect partner. It was difficult at first—Kryptonians don't immediately submit to anyone. But Kon's interest had been piqued by the shorter man's capabilities.
Shackled with Blue K cuffs, the alien was powerless. As a result, he required human food to survive, which Tim happily provided. He wanted to court the taller man, not starve him to death. However, for some reason—like a bratty cat—Kon refused to eat for days.
He'd kick over the table that held all sorts of meats and veggies, stamping them into the ground to make them completely inedible. When it had first happened, the vigilante had thought the Kryptonian must be angry at his captivity. Most of his victims responded in similar ways, so it wasn't an outlandish conclusion to come to.
But instead, Kon's mouth morphed into a toothy grin. "Better luck next time."
It was as if the superhero was toying with him, trying to get a read on how Tim operated.
By the end of the first week, it was clear, however, that he had gotten sick of what that operation entailed. Dark fists gripped the vigilante's shirt the moment thick boots stepped into the cell with Kon's next meal. Tim's vision corkscrewed until it went white with blinding pain.
His head cracked against the stone floor, giving the shorter man zero time to react to Kon straddling him. "It's like you're not even trying. You caught me, which gives you every right to fuck me up as much as you want. You could have total control over me. Force me into any sick fantasy you might have."
Yanking on green locks, the Kryptonian growled in frustration. His teeth and nails grew sharper, cutting into Tim's scalp. "But all you're doing is trying to feed me! How am I supposed to mate with someone so fucking pathetic?"
Kon thought he had finally found a decent partner. For the first time in his short yet long life, someone had taken him entirely off guard, demonstrating an exhilarating talent for the art of hunting.
The Kryptonian had fought hard to smother his excitement when he awoke in this cell. He didn't want to come off as too needy and scare off a potential perfect match.
What an utter let-down.
Not expecting Tim to be cognizant enough to fight back, the alien was taken off guard by him for a second time when their positions were suddenly reversed. Blue eyes widened when hands closed around his throat in a vice grip. Blunt nails dug into his skin as the pressure was more than enough to cut off his air.
The pain was unexpected.
How?
Even without his powers, Kon should still be stronger than this twink.
"Right now, you're essentially human. How long do you think a human can go without food?" Tim tilted his head, a playful smile stretched across his face, making him appear innocent, if not for the fact that Kon's lungs were starting to burn as if he was choking on smoke.
Blood from his head wound drenched half the shorter man's face in crimson, causing his blue eyes to pop. It highlighted the mania that danced with them.
Sharp nails pierced the vigilante's arms easily, sinking far enough to lodge between tendons. It did nothing to relieve the pressure. Tears welled up as it only increased, Tim's smile flipping from playful to maniacal. Giggling seemed to claw its way out of the vigilante's throat.
"Don't worry, I'll tell you. About three weeks. But that's just surviving. The body enters starvation mode about two to three days in. You're seven days in, Kon. Your body doesn't have enough energy to fight; it's directing everything just to keep you alive!" Giggles grew louder until they were shrieks of laughter.
Headbutting the Kryptonian hard enough to disorient the taller man, Tim felt the nails return to their previous state. Even Kon's teeth were back to being blunt. The pearly whites were on full display the longer the alien went without air. Salvia spilled from the man's mouth, mixing with Kon's tears. Black spots were forming at the corner of his vision.
He was going to die.
To be killed by a human was not how the Kryptonian thought he would go out. Maybe in an epic explosion or while defending some helpless kid. Not like this. Not because he severely underestimated a human. A horrible ache sat at the top of his chest, burning his throat and nose that had nothing to do with his suffocation.
Kon didn't want to die.
Not yet. There were still things he wanted to do, wanted to try. He'd only been out of Cadmus for a few years. So many experiences he had yet to have were slipping away from him as quickly as water through his fingers. Dark hands trembled greatly when they reached for Tim, blunt nails feebly scratching at the man's face in a last-ditch attempt at escape.
He didn't want to die!
Air suddenly rushed into shriveled lungs, expanding them all at once and throwing Kon into a harsh coughing fit. Turning over, a waterfall of saliva spilled from the Kryptonian's mouth onto the floor. Somehow, gaining the ability to breathe again hurt more than the strangulation. A throbbing ache still sat around Kon's throat, no doubt in the shape of Tim's hands.
Being alive was agony, but it was an agony the Kryptonian was willing to accept rather than the alternative. As one painful breath filled his lungs after another, Kon felt a hand rub his back. Even through the fabric of his shirt, it felt hot enough to brand.
Is this what humans experienced all the time? How did they handle such intense physical contact on a daily basis? The hand remained on the alien's back even when Kon's coughing fit subsided. Bloodshot blue eyes dragged themselves over to pale cornflower, confusion etched into the soft irises.
"What are you doing?"
"Hmm? Oh, rubbing your back. Your file mentioned how little the scientists touched you during your time at Cadmus, so I figured you are probably pretty touch-starved. Feels nice, right?" That smile was back to its playful, bordering on gentle.
Such a strange contrast to just a moment prior.
Collapsing onto his side, facing away from Tim, Kon stared at the far wall instead. "I don't get you. First, you're trying to kill me, and now you're worried about whether I'm touch-starved or not? Make up your mind."
"Kill you? I wasn't trying to kill you. What would I do without you? No, baby, you complete me." Coaxing Kon onto his back, the vigilante cradled the man's face, unperturbed by the tears and spit that ruined it. "I was trying to get you to see reason."
"Reason? What are you talking about? If anyone is without reason here, it's you." Tim's touch felt like acid, causing the Kryptonian to wince.
Seeing his discomfort, the vigilante immediately let go. Perhaps touch-starved wasn't the correct description. Kon had only ever felt touch as a dull pressure against his skin. This warmth was entirely foreign to him.
Glancing away in a bout of awkwardness and embarrassment, the Kryptonian suddenly resembled a meek bunny rather than a genetic weapon built for war.
"You didn't have to let go. It's just all of this is new to me." Stealing a peek at Tim, Kon's face flushed a pretty pink. "I've never had anyone manage to kidnap me before or turn off my powers without the pain of regular Kryptonite. Fuck, you even overpowered me without breaking a sweat."
The pink deepened to a beautiful marron beneath Kon's skin. "As a potential mate, you're absolutely perfect." Covering his face in, the Kryptonian couldn't fight the bubbling self-consciousness.
"Holy shit, I might be in love."
Plucking Kon's hands away from his face, Tim smiled at how cute the man beneath him was. "What does being your mate entail anyway? I'm curious."
"Complete control over me. Since you're the one who won the hunt, you're allowed to do anything you want with me. I get no say in the matter cause I lost." Kon's heart thumped so loud in his chest he was afraid it might explode. "I didn't actually think a human could win a hunt. I thought I'd have to settle for marriage, which is just inferior in every way."
"This is the best day of my life."
"I see. So you'll do anything I say, no matter how you feel about it?" Black curls bounced with a soft nod. "Good." Cornflower eyes softened. "You need to eat Kon. Otherwise, you will starve to death."
No. No dying. Not yet.
"Okay." Sighing dreamily, the Kryptonian resigned himself to his mate's orders. "I don't have anything against eating. I just wanted to see if I could piss you off. You are surprisingly annoying to figure out. Even when you look like you want to lose your shit, you stay smiling. And then out of nowhere, your switch flips."
Rolling his eyes, Tim was really on the mark by calling Kon a bratty cat. "And why do you want to piss your captor off? That's literally rule number one of getting kidnapped. Don't antagonize. This really is your first time."
"Because I'm supposed to handle your rage and violence, obviously. I wanted to know what I was dealing with in a potential mate, but you weren't cracking." Tapping the deep purple bruise around his neck, Kon grinned. "This is exactly what I wanted during the first night. Now I know if I weren't running on empty, I could take your aggression easily."
"Oh, you sweet little thing." That laughter from before bubbled up. "That wasn't aggression at all. I wasn't angry at you in the slightest. I was simply informing you of your body's limits. You'll have to work harder if you want real aggression out of me."
A shiver ran up Kon's spine. It got better? He had to be dreaming.
And yet as Tim secured the straps around his legs, Kon felt more awake than he's ever been.
Kneeling before the Kryptonian, the vigilante rested his head against his knee. "You're literally shaking. Are you that excited?"
"You have no fucking idea. With your Blue K being confiscated by Bruce, I've been stuck with this godawful skin for months now. I want to feel something, anything. It's either this or eventually throwing myself into a vat of acid."
Tim won't go near the industrial part of Gotham after what Joker did to him. Too many repressed memories and voices created such a loud cacophony that it rendered him unable to move. The vigilante's head felt like a walnut about to crack open, and it would be a miracle if even he managed to stay conscious.
Which meant he couldn't join Kon if the alien had decided to plunge into acid. What would be the point then? If Tim couldn't touch the Kryptonian immediately after all his dark skin had been melted off, then it wasn't worth Kon's time.
A soft hum resonated in the back of Tim's throat. "Yeah, this is much better." Straightening his back, the vigilante's fingers swiftly undid Kon's pants.
Slipping Kon's throbbing cock out of his pants, Tim felt the snarl of frustration more than heard it as it reverberated through his boyfriend's body. "Dammit! I can't feel your hands at all!" Tears welled up, blurring the alien's vision.
"I hate this body. I hate it so much. Nothing is redeeming about it at all." Sharp nails dug gouges into the chair's metal frame.
Tim's chest tightened at Kon's anguish. He hated seeing other people cause the man suffering. That feeling should belong to him and him alone. "Hush, baby. I know. But this will help. I promise."
Leaning back to avoid getting electrocuted himself, Tim held up the button in his gloved hand. "Ready?"
The shorter man didn't waste time after receiving a curt nod from the Kryptonian. Clicking the button, cornflower blue eyes widened at the horrific scream that tore from his boyfriend. Two thousand volts surged through the man for only a few seconds, but it was by far the best few seconds Kon had had in months.
His body was forcibly tense around locked-up muscles and screaming nerves; it was the first time anything penetrated his skin so intensely without his powers being turned off. It was over before it had barely begun, leaving Kon's body quivering.
Restarting his barbequed brain took a moment as the damaged cells were healed. His cock gushed, precum coating the thick member in a clear, glistening sheen.
Every residual jolt caused Kon's dick to twitch, spilling more fluid. Fuck, if Tim had kept going, he would have cum harder than he'd ever cum before.
Faraway eyes refocused on the man kneeling before Kon. The bright flush on Tim's face was a sight to see. A smile revealed cracked teeth and a nearly severed tongue. "You look like you just got caught with your first porno. So how was it? Was my screaming worth it?"
"Holy shit, Kon." Tim's hand, holding the button, visibly shook. The front of his pants bulged as Kon's screams echoed in his head over and over. "That was the hottest you've ever sounded."
Eying the button, the vigilante swallowed thickly. "One more time. Please. I want—no, I need to hear that again."
A hardy laugh lit up Kon's eyes in amusement. "Did you think I'd only let you do me once? You can go as long as you want, baby. As long as you give me breaks to heal, I'm at your mercy."
"Oh, fuck." Voice quiet with awe, Tim felt like his boyfriend had just given him the greatest gift ever. Cradling the button like something precious, the vigilante shivered. "One more time."
Kon's screams were even louder than last time. Letting the electricity go a little longer, a gloved hand unzipped ripped jeans clumsily. Tim couldn't bear to tear his eyes away from the Kryptonian. Shutting off the volts, a heaving chest and vacant eyes had the vigilante groaning.
He shouldn't be getting so turned on at causing his boyfriend severe brain damage, but sliding his hand into his pants, Tim found Kon's catatonic state gorgeous. It was even prettier when those eyes regained their light, prompting the alien to shake his head a bit to dislodge any remaining fuzziness.
A harsh whine fell from the taller man. "Fuck. I was so close. Keep it running longer next time. I want to cum. Lemme cum, baby. I've been good, haven't I?"
Begging for more.
That was the answer to Tim's question, and it was sexier than the vigilante could imagine. Wrapping his fingers around his aching cock, the smooth glide of his hand felt incredible.
Who'd have thought he'd be jerking off to his boyfriend's electrocution tonight? If only he had been smart enough to bring a camera, this experience could have been saved forever.
"You've been so good, Kon. God, just look at you. I've never seen anything prettier. If only I could kiss you while you screamed. Being human is a curse sometimes." Tim wanted so badly to touch Kon, but as long as the chair was on, that would be a very bad idea.
A heady moan brought a smile to the Kryptonian's face. "You can kiss me all you want while I whimper your name all lispy like." A thrill ran up Kon's back as his words affected his boyfriend so profoundly.
Tim's legs slide further apart, his cock on full display for the taller man to admire. Black latex gripped the length hard with a deep groan at the thought of what he'll get to do next to Kon.
"You're always so good at dirty talk, Kon. It's so unfair." Pumping his cock, Tim's breathing rolled into harsh pants. "Keep going. I'll keep the chair on for a full thirty seconds if you keep going."
Kon was happy to oblige. "I have a dilemma, baby. I can't pick which scenario I want more. To be inside you as each tooth is extracted from my head, or have your cock down my throat with all my missing teeth."
Tilting his head as much as the helmet would allow, the Kryptonian's voice dropped an octave. "Which do you want? I find it more fun when you pick for me."
Doubling over, Tim choked on a downright whorish moan. Both scenarios sounded so good. The images of Kon's hot cock twitching inside him melded together so well with the alien's bloody mouth wrapped around the vigilante's cock.
The choking would sound just like when Tim nearly killed his boyfriend. He still touches himself to that memory whenever Kon is off-world for too long. How he wishes B would give back his Blue K just to relive such an erotic experience.
"Both! Let me do both. I'll warm you're cock if I get to destroy your soft, velvety throat afterward." Tim's body convulsed as his orgasm built inside him. Bucking his hips into his hand like a bitch in heat, the vigilante tossed his head back to look at Kon.
"Please. Please, baby. Say yes. Say you'll let me." Lifting the button to his mouth, Tim pressed his lips against the device. "A full thirty seconds is yours if you agree."
The metal chair jolted when Kon tried breaking his restraints. He probably could have if his attention weren't so laser-focused on how sweet his boyfriend sounded.
Blue eyes latched onto the way Tim's pretty mouth kissed, and kitten licked the button in the same fashion he would when teasing Kon's cock.
Even if the Kryptonian couldn't feel the shorter man's mouth when shoved so far down the vigilante's throat, it bulged slightly; the sight was always enough to tip him over the edge.
"Anything. Anything you want!" Mania that usually sat on Tim's face like a second skin bloomed across Kon's.
"Fuck me up, baby! Violate me, hurt me, turn me into your own personal fuck toy. Who needs thoughts anyway!? I'll take it all, I want it all! You're my mate, you have full authority over me in every way. Give it to me!" Straining against the restraints nearly snapped them in Kon's fervor until the button was pushed.
Kon's orgasm eradicated any sense of sanity that the Kryptonian was holding onto tonight. A full thirty seconds left his throat bleeding and his skin scorched. It was the most alive the alien had ever felt.
It was as if he were looking at the world through a different lens. By tomorrow, the damage would be healed, and Kon would regain his sanity, but for now. He got to see everything the same way Tim did.
And it was breathtaking.
Slamming his hand against the button, Tim shut off the chair just as his orgasm crashed over him. Spilling into his own hand, the vigilante continued to milk his cock for everything it was worth.
It was exactly how Kon could jerk him off, not letting his boyfriend go, even if the man screamed for mercy. The alien would force Tim into another orgasm no matter how much he fought against the alien.
A hand circled the vigilante's throat, pressing against the bruise the goon left for that incredible aching pressure that Tim craved. He'd claw and scratch at the taller man whenever Kon would hold him down—his large, dark hand hurting more than feeling good from over-sensitivity.
"Let…go. It hurts…Kon." Words would tear up Tim's throat as he forced them past Kon's hand.
"Shut up, baby. I'm going to bleed you dry of orgasms tonight." His voice would curl in a dark growl, aggression seeping from every pore.
Tim would be at the Kryptonian's mercy for hours. When his body was finally released from its torment, he'd be left beaten and bruised, unable to move. A loud, contented purr vibrating against his side when Kon curled around him told the vigilante how happy his boyfriend was by the end of the night.
Fuck, he needed that right now. It wasn't satisfying if Tim only received pleasure at the end of his orgasm.
Removing his combat boots with fumbling fingers, the vigilante almost ripped the zipper off in his desperation. Kicking the chunky rubber off in a random direction, Tim's pants were the next to go.
If shame were an emotion he cared about, perhaps getting undressed next to the unconscious body of the goon they dumped off to the side would be a problem.
Luckily for Tim, he found no issue with tugging off his hoodie to add it to the pile of discarded clothes. The cold air did stop his shirt from joining the rest. In his haste to get his boyfriend inside him, Tim had forgotten how frigid Gotham nights were.
That's fine. Kon liked it when a little was left up to his imagination. Groping around on the darkened floor, it took longer than it probably should've to find the pliers the vigilante had been using to pluck the teeth from the goon's mouth.
He had tossed it aside haphazardly in his excitement to strap Kon down, making the tool a pain to find, but eventually, Tim stood up triumphant. They were still sticky with a stranger's blood and covered in dirt.
No way Tim was sticking this in Kon's mouth before he cleaned it. Without water, the best he could do was use his discarded hoodie to wipe all the gunk off.
Deeming them acceptable after a thorough cleaning, it was time to give Kon his full attention. Refocusing on the Kryptonian still strapped to the chair, Tim's breath caught in his throat.
"Kon, you're gorgeous."
Blue eyes that had watched Tim undress were mismatched from the damage—one pupil slitted like a cat's while the other was blown out wide. They swirled with Kon's newfound insanity, complementing the deranged grin that split his face in half.
Climbing into the man's lap, Tim could hear quiet laughter trapped within his chest. "Feels good, doesn't it? To see everything through a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes that don't fit together."
Dancing his fingers over the Kryptonian's torn-up lips, the vigilante couldn't contain his own smile. "How long can I keep you like this, I wonder? Will you be back to normal tomorrow?"
"Who knows. Who cares? Touch me, touch me. Touch me!! Come on, baby. I know you want to. I'll feel it this time, I know it. You have to touch me. You need to! I fucking kill myself if you don't."
The way Kon's voice devolved into delirious rambling was so cute that Tim almost held off on giving the man what he wanted just to hear more of it.
But he wasn't a cruel partner.
Granting the Kryptonian's wish, Tim tore off the glove from one of his hands to place his bare skin against Kon's neck. His boyfriend shrieked in delight, his body trembling at the slightest touch.
"Yes! Fuck, I'll cum just from this. Make me cum, baby. I need it!" Kon's delight morphed into anger when Tim removed his hand. "No! Don't fuck with me, Tim! I'll break every bone you have and keep you as a sex doll!"
Oh, Kon's anger was even more intense after tipping over the deep end. Arousal spilled down Tim's spine at the idea of being reduced to just a cocksleeve for his boyfriend.
"As hot as that sounds. I'm afraid that's not going to happen. I want you cumming inside me this time around." Tim giggled at how the anger drained from Kon's face at the prospect of being able to fuck his partner instead.
"Sorry, sorry. Fuck, I'm sorry. You always have the better ideas. I should have realized that. It's just so hard to think. Everything is bouncing around, and nothing is staying concrete long enough to make sense."
"You say that, but you're not much different from how you usually are. Just more honest." Squishing Kon's cheeks with an elated grin, Tim should have put the pieces together sooner.
"Tell me, Kon, have you been hiding from me? Is my precious, pretty hero secretly just as insane as I am?"
Tilting his head all pretty, Kon knew just how to wrap Tim around his finger. "I rigged the system." The Kryptonian's voice was singsongy and cute.
"Clark told me I couldn't be a hero if I didn't pass the psych eval. So I answered all the questions like he would. Got me a passing grade with flying colors. You have no idea how hard it is to keep that up all the time, though."
A dramatic sigh had Kon giggling. "All day, every day, I have to be normal. If I slip up, Clark will bench me."
"But baby, you don't have to hide with me. Why fit yourself into a box when it's just us?" It shouldn't have taken electroshock therapy to get Kon to be himself.
"I've never dated before. I didn't know what would turn you on and what would freak you out."
Lifting his hips to align his hole with Kon's cock, Tim nudged the sloppy, still oozing head against the tight ring of muscles. "Kon. In what world would anything you do freak me out? I'm a perfect match for you. No one else would be this turned by electrocuting you after all."
A sharp gasp had Kon's eyes rolling back. "Holy fuck, I can feel you so vividly. The electricity must have sent my nerves into overdrive. I'm sorry for not telling you about myself sooner. Let me fuck you to make up for it."
"Hold your horses. We still have more fun to have." Sitting down on Kon's cock in one fluid movement, Tim moaned in joy at how full he suddenly felt. He loved it when the Kryptonian took his time to open him up so wide he was practically gaping, but nothing beat taking all of Kon at once with no preparation whatsoever.
Kon howled at how intense it felt to be so deep inside his boyfriend, feeling everything.
"Don't cum yet, baby boy. I've got to rearrange a few things before you can let loose." Nimbly undoing all the straps on the alien's arms, the vigilante freed the man from the chair.
Instantly, dark hands were squeezing the pale flesh of his ass. "Good boy. You always know what to do before I even ask."
"Huh?" Kon narrowed his eyes in confusion until he saw Tim secure his arms to the vigilante's thighs with the straps. There was so much contact. It felt like a million fire ants crawling up his skin and burrowing under the muscle. It was excruciating.
But it was exactly what Kon's been craving. "God, you're hot. It's like you're trying to boil my skin off. Give me more."
"Why, thank you. You've always been such a sweet talker, but don't tell me you forgot." Wiggling the pliers in front of Kon's face was like watching a cat play with a piece of string. His mismatched eyes followed the tool as if the man were hypnotized. "You've been so focused on your sensitivity, you forgot what this new position was for."
Kon's whimper was like music to Tim's ears. "You're so perfect. So good to me all the time. I love you so much."
"I know. I love you just as much." Tipping Kon's head back, the vigilante coaxed the man's mouth open. "Now, stay still. You can cum as much as you want, but no moving. I want to get a good grip on these pretty teeth."
Clamping the broad flat head around an incisor tooth, Tim had to use a fair bit of strength to rip the tooth out of Kon's head. The reaction was instant—the Kryptonian's body tensed, spilling hot liquid that scalded Tim's insides. The moan that tore from Kon was on par with a street hooker. It was filthy and depraved.
Blood seeped out of the hole where the tooth previously sat, coating a soft pink tongue in sticky iron and staining white teeth a ravishing shade of red. Admiring the tooth that sat snug within the pliers while absentmindedly rubbing his stomach, Tim soaked in the fantastic feeling of being so full.
It was an impressively long tooth.
Because of his boyfriend's biology, it could sharpen at will, and there were thin cracks in the enamel from the electrocution. It was beautiful—one of the best incisors Tim had the pleasure of pulling. He didn't need the goons' teeth to start his collection. All he wanted was Kon's now.
Dropping the tooth into his hand, Tim held it against his collarbone. "I should fashion your teeth into a necklace. Then I could show them off all the time. What do you think?"
A bloody smile flipped the vigilante's stomach. "You'll need more than one then. Take as many as you need."
Opening his mouth again, Kon offered himself up to his boyfriend. Tim would be remiss to leave him waiting. Each new tooth the vigilante relieved the Kryptonian of was prettier than the last.
He was even nice enough to sharpen some of them before the vigilante plucked them from his head so the shorter man would have a statement piece.
Tim's favorites were the molars. They were the hardest to pull out, which meant there was a lot of twisting and yanking. It felt like a reward for his hard work when they finally came free.
Out of the thirty-two teeth Kon started with, Tim pulled fifteen of them. Holding the pile of bloody bone and sinew in his cupped hands, cornflower eyes glittered in excitement.
"Look at them all. They are all so uniform. You really were genetically created. Normal teeth all have some sort of variation. But these look like they were copied and pasted. I love them. You say they grow back, right?" Lifting his head, Tim's enthusiasm was tempered by the sudden rush of adoration.
Kon's hazy blue eyes blinked slowly, matching in time with his deep, measured breaths. Of the fifteen teeth pulled, the Kryptonian came twice more. Blood drenched his chin, neck, and even his shirt, though it was hard to see it on the black fabric. Tim should make him wear white next time they do this.
"Aww, baby, are you all floaty and in your head right now?" Tugging on black curls, the vigilante admired his work.
Turning Kon's head every direction allowed Tim to see how well he did and where he needed to improve. He could have been cleaner. Next time, they'll use the right tools instead of an old pair of pliers he found lying on his floor before heading out for the night. Kon deserved the luxury of being well taken care of.
"Come back to me, sweetheart. Just for a little bit. I want you to be aware that we change positions." Patting the man's cheeks, Tim brought some awareness back to his boyfriend's empty head.
Working his jaw around multiple new holes, Kon's voice was incredibly lispy as he spoke. "There's more? You're amazing, you know that."
"Of course, there's more. You've cum more times than I have tonight, and I've been the one who's worked the hardest. I deserve to fuck that pretty throat of yours and cum down it so hard you'll be tasting me for weeks." Leaning back, Tim unclasped the straps from his thighs and Kon's arms. The alien's whine of despair was adorable.
Getting Kon to move was more a testament to how much the man wanted to have Tim's cock down his throat than anything else. Even with his healing factor, it shouldn't have been possible for the Kryptonian to climb out of the chair after Tim slid his weeping cock out of his pink, fluttering hole.
Cum rolled down Tim's thighs as the shorter man stepped away from his boyfriend. Following him like a lost puppy, Kon stood from the chair only to immediately fall to his knees. His legs wouldn't move, no matter how hard he tried, and his vision swam. A miserable sound was hushed by fingers threading through black locks.
"It's okay, honey. I won't make you move any further than this. I'm impressed you even managed to get out of the chair on your own. I'll be right back." Tim wanted to make sure he stored these teeth in a secure location. Namely, his hoodie pocket, because that was all he had at the moment.
A desperate sound brought the vigilante back to his boyfriend to soothe his plight. Dark hands gripped the back of pale thighs. "Don't walk away again. I thought you were going to leave for good."
A horrible sob had Tim's gaze softening. Kon's head was so messed up right now, he must be having a hard time with the little voices that love to whisper in one's ear and tell them they're all alone. No one is around to help them, and they've been completely abandoned.
Tim had a hard time with those voices in the beginning, too.
"I'm not leaving you. Forever. Even if you try to run, I'll chase you down. Just because you have superhuman abilities doesn't mean there aren't other ways to force you to stay with me always."
A happy trill resounded on Kon's chest. At least for now, Tim's words beat out the voices, giving the man a little peace of mind. "Now, open your mouth for me again, baby. I can't hold back any longer."
Obeying without any hesitation, Kon did as he was told. His bloody mouth looked so erotic, Tim had to be careful not to blow his load the moment he slid his cock in the warm, wet heat that was his boyfriend.
It was heavenly to take the man so thoroughly. Sliding to the back of his throat, the vigilante groaned at how tight and soft it was.
"You're so fucking pretty. Damn, how did I get such a beautiful boyfriend? Oh, I know." Grabbing Kon's head to keep him still, Tim snapped his hips forward, soaking in the way the alien choked around his cock.
"I saw you on TV about a year ago. You were saving some poor girl from a supercharged mechazoid that had gone rogue." The way Kon's throat spasmed and convulsed around the vigilante was like the Kryptonian was made to take cock. That should have been his purpose, not fighting a war for a government he cared nothing about.
"I thought 'He's the one, I need to have him'. I studied you for weeks, obtained your cadmus file, and learned all about your strengths and weaknesses. I kept close track of all your movements and discovered you're very much a creature of habit, aren't you, Kon?" His boyfriend's moans and gagging all mixed and melded together in a sloppy cacophony that had Tim groaning.
"It wasn't hard to find you. Sneaking up on you was the hard part. Thankfully, you can't hear or see through lead. B has tons of lead-lined pieces of body armor lying around, so I just nabbed some." Shoving Kon further onto his cock left bloody imprints on his skin that swirled together with the copious amount of tears running down Kon's face. It was a sight to behold.
"You should have seen your face when you succumbed to the drugs. Confusion, anger, and a hidden sense of excitement. It was a sight to watch. I thought it would take months to break you down so you'd become mine, but instead you were perfect from the start." Tim could feel the orgasm building fast. He wished Kon could choke him out, but the view was too enticing to end just for a quick dose of endorphins.
"I love you, baby. I love you so much! I'll never let you go. You're mine, only mine." Thrusting deep into Kon's throat, Tim's orgasm spilled down into the man's stomach. Kon's grip on his thighs tightened as he drank everything down. His own orgasm spilled across the floor.
For a while, they simply stayed like that as Tim struggled to catch his breath. The alien's breathing slowed and grew sedated the longer the vigilante remained down his throat. It took a fair bit of coaxing to convince the taller man to let go of his boyfriend so Tim could pull out once he had recovered.
Pale fingers ruffled Kon's hair while the Kryptonian kissed and suckled along the length of Tim's cock. His mismatched eyes were starting to fit back together as a set, which meant whatever box Kon's psyche was originally in was slowly righting itself.
Too bad. That meant the man would go back to hiding his more deranged side. Tim would have to come up with more creative ways to let Kon let loose and be himself more often.
"Good boy. You've done so well for me tonight. Ready to go home and get yourself fixed up?"
Leaning back on his thighs, Kon breathed out a dreamy sigh. "Yeah."
Getting home took well over two hours.
First, they had to wait for Kon to heal enough to walk again, and then, because Tim wasn't allowed a license anymore, they had no vehicle to take them back to the uppercrust part of Gotham.
Which meant they had to walk.
Thankfully, they had the cover of night keeping prying eyes from asking too many questions about why they were bloody and fucked up. Tim didn't want anyone else to see Kon like this. He was too pretty for unworthy strangers to lay their sights on.
This was a sight for him and him alone—no one else.
The Drake Mansion was where Tim spent most of his time to avoid B finding out about his more... extreme hobbies, so that is where he took Kon. He didn't want Bruce to find out about their activities.
The man was already opposed to using Blue K, so the vigilante imagined he wouldn't be thrilled about how much he enjoyed torturing Kon. He was supposed to be rehabilitated after all.
At least that's what B hoped for, at least.
Urging the listless man inside the dark oak doors, Tim sighed at the warmth and smell of home. He loved his manor. It reminded him of his parents. Sometimes it felt like they weren't really gone, but just standing around a corner, waiting to surprise him, like when he was a kid. He missed their smiles and laughter.
Times were simpler back then.
"Mmmtired. I wanna go to bed." Kon's slurring pulled Tim from his reminiscing.
"Not yet, baby. I need to clean out your mouth first."
The taller man whined like a child the entire way to the bathroom. "So unnecessary. They'll grow back by tomorrow. I want to sleep."
Stopping before the bathroom door, Tim glared at his boyfriend for being difficult. "You promised Kon. Don't tell me you were lying. I hate liars."
Sleepy eyes suddenly widened. Black curls swayed with the shaking of Kon's head. "No, no, I wasn't lying. You can fix me up. I won't complain anymore." The pout on his face told Tim his boyfriend was telling the truth.
"Okay, good. I'm glad that's settled then." Stepping into the bathroom, the vigilante had the alien sit on the toilet seat.
Swinging the mirror open revealed a medicine cabinet. It was stocked to the brim with all sorts of medical supplies courtesy of Tim's penchant for getting hurt more often than not. If memory served, he still had a few broken bones he needed to take care of later.
But that would have to wait until after Kon was all patched up.
Selecting antiseptic and cotton balls, Tim closed the cabinet. "It won't take long. I just need to staunch the bleeding in your mouth. Then we can go to bed and you can sleep for as long as you want."
"I'll need at least a day to recover from this." A sharp breath had Kon's heart thud when Tim straddled his lap. It was so reminiscent of the position from the warehouse, except this time the vigilante was caring for him instead of hurting him.
Filling a few cotton balls with antiseptic, Tim tapped on his boyfriend's chin. "Say ahh."
Cheeks were filled with fluff, turning red almost immediately as they soaked up all the blood in Kon's mouth. The dull sting of the medicine told the Kryptonian that his sensitivity had returned to normal.
How unfortunate, he wanted to be able to feel Tim for much longer. The vigilante switched out the cotton over and over until they no longer came out red.
Deeming that the bleeding had stopped, Tim closed Kon's mouth. "All done. You were very good. Thank you for letting me take care of you."
Rubbing his cheeks, the alien pouted. "You didn't do much, though. I thought you'd at least kiss me."
Tim captured the man's lips in a sweet kiss with a smile. 'You're right. There has been a severe lack of kissing tonight. I'll have to make it up to you."
Looping his arms around Kon's neck, the vigilante took his time making up for all the lost kisses. Time slowly slipped by them as they explored each other's mouths. Tim got drunk on how it felt to dip his tongue into the holes Kon's teeth left behind.
The bone made the outer parts hard, but the inside was all soft and gooey. The taste of iron flooded the kiss, tugging a soft moan from both of them.
The sun was just starting to rise when the two explorers finally made their way to bed. Thoroughly exhausted from such an exciting night, both were out before their heads even hit the pillow, all snuggled up together.
This would definitely be a recurring thing.
Tim's dreams were already filled with the idea of installing an electric chair in the manor.