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N/A: Thank you to Bleachfreak13,OneShotMarvel, and SuperGroverElmo to all the love and support you gave me, and to all the others her gave me helpful reviews. I think the mix of Dropkick Murphys and marathons of Flogging Molly (Ooh how I love them) helped me write this.

"Are you alright, Dick?", Batman uttered while crossing the study to return a book to its shelf. Inquisitive blue eyes peered toward the the sidekick in the lounge chair, adjacent from Batman.

Robin popped his head up from whatever daze he was in then shook his head in response, "Oh yeah sorry, Bruce, I was thinking about school..", obviously a lie, but Bruce took it anyway.

He merely nodded then picked a different book from the shelf. His indigo sweater vest shifted as he peered back at his adopted son. He was genuinely worried for him, unsure of whether he should ask, or let him settle it himself. He took the easier route and let the boy sift through his inner turmoil, unsuspecting of what really was bothering him.

Dick sighed into the palm of his hand, then readjusted himself on the leather coated lounge chair Bruce had placed in the study. Currently he was treading the memory of yesterday with Conner, cursing his will power. He silently rubbed his eyes.

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"Wait", came a voice under him, it was like a whisper, but loud enough for him to hear. Robin pressed his fingertips on the cupid's bow of Conner's lips then let out a strangled sigh. Conner looked slightly shocked, then agitated, then patient -the transition itself, in such a quick amount shocked Dick entirely, "Can you slow down?"

Conner must have not understood the meaning completely of "wait", or, "slow" once he leaned in then softly kissed the gentle skin of Dick's cheek and up to his temple; each kiss was sweet and full of something more than the initial lust one usually feels during moments like these. The subtle blush spread across Dick's face soon blossomed into a thicker red, never had he been treated so tenderly before.

Yet another soft peck was established onto Robin's lips. This time slightly playful, but shy. Obviously Conner wasn't as "suave" as Dick had perceived him. Another, and another, and one more, till Dick was drowning in kisses. Soon the kisses had gotten longer and progressed into a mixture of passion and dominance. Soft biting and the opening of mouths became a factor in this sexually drowning equation. Dick unconsciously held onto Conner, his body trying to close the gap between the two- if such actions were possible.

Each kiss Superboy left on Robin gave a slight spark that would travel down to the base of the boy wonder's spine. With each spark, or twinge in Dick's spine he gave a soft squeeze to Superboy's supple bicep. He could smell the intoxicating scent of old spice body wash ,and water on his body. If pheromones had a true and solid form they would be oozing from Superboy, because the ones he was emitting were driving Dick crazy.

There was a faint sound of material rustling, to which Robin looked down. Conner was skillfully untying Dick's red Gotham Academy tie, and working his way to those testy buttons. Out of instinct-or maybe fear- he turned onto his stomach, hiding his face in embarrassment.

If it wasn't the new form of attention, or the thick silence coming from above him that was driving Dick mad it was the small breath that came from the bigger sidekick, then a pair of soft lips pressed on the back of Robin's neck. There was a heat, or possibly a burn, under his skin. Like bugs crawling; the heat spread down Dick's spinal cord, making sure to have his stomach churn and back arch, but not before a strangled moan escaped from his mouth. Dick could feel his world getting smaller as he inwardly kicked himself for letting an actual sound out, especially one as misleading as that one.

Dick could feel the smile form on Conner's face, "I'll take that as a sign of cooperation", Conner replied in a displaying another affectionate kiss upon bear skin. WhendidSuperboybecomesodominant?, Robin thought to himself, but was quickly interrupted by a slightly colder, larger hand slide under his blazer and dress shirt. Calloused fingers charted the younger boy's spine determined to find whatever Conner was searching for. He watched as Robin shuddered, and tried to readjust to his cold hand.

Superboy rested next to Robin pulling him into his embrace, feeling the warmth of the other boy's body then laid his head against the boy's shoulder. His wet fringe chilled the side of Dick's neck, tickling and torturing him.

A-Alright,spooning.Okay..OncehefallsasleepI'llleave,Dick once again thought to himself. Once again he was interrupted by a wondering hand, this one moving to his chest. While Dick had been thinking of an escape plan Conner had been undressing him with, and finally got to the last button, "Wait! No stop!", Dick finally uttered feeling himself getting red, although he wasn't facing Conner he still had the decency to be embarrassed. Fumbling hands held onto the wrists of Conner's hands. In comparison Dick was obviously the weaker of the two. The grip he had on Conner was hardly half the grip Conner had on his own shirt, determined to get Dick undressed.

With only a muffled tone Conner huffed into Robin's shoulder, brushing his lips against the now exposed skin, "I don't think I can...", He admitted sheepishly, "I've... I've wanted- Needed you for so long..", at this Conner started to sound like a child, instead of a hormone driven teenager- or clone. His tone turned from seductive to sweet within that short amount of time. How could he do that? How could he make Dick's heart stop just from just seven small words? It scared Dick to think that what Superboy was saying was true.

There wasn't a reply from Dick, he was too moved and shy to talk, leading the Superman clone to finally strip off the blazer and dress shirt. A cool breeze casted itself against pale skin. Feeling a bit adventurous Conner reached for the black sunglasses perched on the bridge of Dick's nose, "Wait what are you doing?", he yelled, feeling more uncomfortable then before. A firm grip was placed around Conners arm, fully aware his strength was no match for the Superboy's.

"Don't worry I won't look", the sixteen week old reassured brushing away Dick's hand like it was a feather, and proceeded to slide off the black rimmed shades and set them aside. He watched as the raven haired boy's shoulder's tensed in humiliation. Even if he was mad, or embarrassed, or any other emotion Conner hardly processed he still thought Dick was the most beautiful specimen he'd ever seen, and made it a point to verbally acknowledge, "Perfection", he sighed kissing a tense shoulder blade coated in perfect ivory skin.

"What are you on about?", Dick began, fighting the urge to turn his head.

Without replying Conner shifted, the ends of his hair tickled the sensitive skin of Dick's neck, a wince left the smaller boy, and he kiss the hinge of his jaw; working his way up behind the boy's ear. He loved the way Dick squirmed in his embrace. With his left hand he touched and caressed the soft divots of Dick's peaking abs. His other hand grazed over the boy's chest feeling the perk of a nipple under the pads of his fingertips. He felt a soft jump come from Dick. Curious, He proceeded to touch Dick's nipple again, feeling as if he had missed something.

A moan came from the boy, "What are you d-doing..!", never had Dick been so affected by another person's touch, and the thought that he'd respond so quickly to his nipples made him deeply question his body. Sudden jolts of electricity ran through his body as Conner continued to tease, and pinch at Dick. The sudden lust building up in Robin was quickly shot down as he felt something press against him. He knew enough from living as a teenager that it wasn't a wallet or a set of keys.

The hand that had been roaming freely had already unbuttoned the poor boy's pants, and was now sliding down the pair of black slacks, "No No No! Nuh uh! Hold on!", Dick began to protest. This time serious-not that he wasn't before that is. The protest however fell short as a hot breath patted again the shell of Dick's ear, "Relax.. I know what to do", Dick arched to the heat. Moaning yet again.

That wasn't what Dick mean once he felt a hand dive its way past the waist band of his briefs. The now warmer hand held onto his penis with a gentle grip. Biting onto his lip to stifle any further noise proved useless as he felt Conner's hand start to move. Right off the bat he began to move in a rhythmic pattern, there was no way he could stay still let alone quiet.

"Ah, Conner", gasped the intoxicated teenager. A pang of a lost feeling hit Conner's chest. Thinking it was just his heart skipping he continued, kissing and sucking on the soft skin of the subject of his fantasies. He noticed Robin's hips began to move, bucking into his large hand.

It wasn't long until Dick was melting in Conner's grasp, closed eyes scrunched into resistance. It was euphoric, the sensations Conner established onto him were electric. He could feel his body twisting and moving to Conner. Finally he had broken even the will to keep his giant mouth closed as moans and other sorts of embarrassing noises poured from his mouth. Then there was a build up in his pelvis, "Ah, I-I'm coming", Dick informed arching his neck back to lay perfectly on Conner's shoulder. His toes curled and his hair stuck to his forehead due to sweat. If it were anything else it would look as if someone was torturing the poor boy.

Conner leaned in then kissed the raven haired boy, who was on the brink of ecstasy. He slowly turned the boy over so they faced each other. An easier access to slip his tongue in between open lips, Dick tasted sweet. There was a feral moan that came from Dick then the feeling of warm liquid landed on both their stomachs and Conner's hand, and bed sheets. The kiss broke once Dick had came, huffing and panting out struggled breaths. Conner lowered himself then kissed the taut skin over Dick's rapidly beating heart. Warm arms wrapped themselves around Dick's waist.

Pale blue eyes slowly opened. From Dick's perspective Conner looked like a child clinging onto his mother's leg. Without much thought smaller hands made their way through Conner's still dampened hair. Though Conner did not stir or look up, abiding his out of context agreement with Dick to not look, he slowly nodded making himself comfortable.

Dick only watched and waited. After at least an hour Superboy finally released Dick from his grasp and fell asleep. Which Dick still did not understand why he was so sleepy, when he wasn't the one put through all the activity that afternoon. After this escape from Conner's bed, and as quietly as possible putting on his clothes and sunglasses, Dick scrambled to the showers to lather himself clean of his relief and vague scent of sweat.

'I'veneededyouforsolong',Conner's voice replayed in Dick's head like it was a broken record. The nearly scalding water hit Dick's body with a comforting force, yet the memory of what had just happened was obviously still fresh in his mind. His body though would never soon forget.

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Robin got up from the lounge chair, feeling a twinge of guilt as he reviewed the events of what took place. He knew walking out just like that wasn't the right way to go about it, but at the moment sheer panic was it's own motivator. The thought of seeing Superboy's face again scared him. He didn't want to be hated by his friend, but the feeling that settled in the pit of his chest scared him the most, I'veneededyouforsoLong,Conner repeated in Dick's head. His chest tightened then contorted to what seemed to be longing. He remembered the softness in his voice, and the intial heat from his breath on his ear.

"Hey, uhm. Batman?", Dick finally asked automatically catching the attention of his father from his book.

"Yes Dick?", Bruce marked the word he had left off at.

"UH. God how do I word this?", he leaned on the doorframe, "Have you ever uh, you know", the only reply he got was a lifted eyebrow, "You know~ had a problem?"

"Of course. I have many problems, like the violence in Gotham and what not?", Bruce formally replied.

An agitated sigh ran through Robin's lips, "No I mean, like, in bed"

Robin's blue eyes looked to Bruce's in reliance, but was met with a dear-in-the-headlights- gaze. Dick had to play his cards right with Batman, especially with topics like this. He shifted his weight waiting for a response. Finally Bruce found the reply he needed.

"Can you elaborate?", Bruce asked closing his book.

"Well, yesterday Superboy and I-"

"The Superman Clone?", interrupted Bruce. Wow everyone is interrupting Dick this week.

"Yeah, we kind of.. uhm", Dick slightly blushed but held it together. He was in the presence of his millionaire of a father; Batman, "well, in blatant terms he tried to do something", Dick unconsciously touched his neck knowing he had a collection of hickeys and bite marks. Robin's eyes lifted to see Bruce in a fit of rage. He was scared.

Bruce was at this point babbling to himself saying Clarks name in between breathes with a hint of annoyance, "Don't let him touch you ever again, alright?", Bruce ordered making his way out, "It's your body! Not Cla- uh Conner's!"

Dick nodded in fear of asking a leading question. He watched as Batman left the study and slammed the door to his room, "What's.. going on?", Dick questioned feeling as if he had angered Batman in some way.

Alfred mildly swept by putting the book Batman had been reading previously back onto the shelf, "If I am being too bold stop me at once Master Grayson, but I would advice you to not speak of such matter with Master Clark, or Conner"

"Why?", Robin pushed as the butler of old age came his way with a platter of cookies for the boy, which he thankfully swiped a few.

"For a boy of your age I would think it is safe to tell you", Alfred was somewhat relieved to have Batman, a human, without an ounce of super hearing as his employer, " Tell me, Master Grayson. What do you think of Batman and Superman's relationship?"

The boy really thought for a moment, thinking it might have been a trick question, "They're friends of course", Dick smiled. It faltered at the shaking of Alfred's head.

"Master Grayson, when you become as close a friend as Master Bruce is to Superman, you are no longer considered in the paradox of friendship", Alfred retorted then left the room to let Robin think on what they had discussed. Then it clicked.

"Batman and Superman?", he someone yelled.. somewhat gagged to which Alfred turned and replied, "Kryptonians, as peaceful and giving has Master Clark can be, he and Master Bruce have had their fair share of domestic quarrels. Though do not be alarmed, their sex life i-"

"LALALALALALALALA!', the Boy wonder covered his ears and left Alfred alone. Just the thought of his father/ mentor and Superman, the man who he looked upon as his uncle together.. like that ... gave him a sour taste in his mouth. The only question he knew would never be answered, but ultimately knew the answer to it was, 'Whowasatthereceivingend?'

Dick was not against homosexuals. He didn't mind same sex partners, Or LGBT life styles, but he had never thought of himself as someone to pursue such a life. Maybe now he knew why Bruce was so angry half the time. All the "Domestic Quarrels", he'd been having with Clark all theses years... Yet another shudder ran down Robin's spine.

Thank you again for reading. I hope you enjoyed this Chapter. I know I did.