Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice.
A/N: Haven't updated in a while, so here's a little something different. . . Might stick with this style for a while, and I'll let you, the reviews, decide if you like this style.
Warnings: Yaoi, smut, PWP. . . yeah, I think that's it.
Summary: Inthis moment, they are complete.

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Conner's eyes are so fucking blue
like cornflowers and summer skies.

"So hot. . ." Dick mumbles, and he's
aroused and afraid because he watches as
Conner's muscles flex beneath the taught skin of his arms,
he knows that Conner could easily break him,
but. . .

. . . that's what makes it so damn
worth it.

Conner smiles, and it's so bright that it almost
hurts to look, but Dick looks anyway because
if he looks away, Conner will know he's afraid.

They're both naked and vulnerable, Conner's cock
hard and large enough to be some kind of weapon. Dick
shudders runs his hands over it, feeling it throb and pulse, and
Conner shudders, hips wriggling and shifting.

Bruce will kill them. He'll castrate Conner and send Dick to live
with some monks in a temple that Dick never knew existed, but
Dick doesn't care because Mount Justice is quiet, and the sheets are
cold beneath his back, and Conner's rock-hard in his hand.

Dick wants to be with Conner forever, have Conner buried
balls deep inside of him, ride him to one of the most amazing
orgasms he's ever had. He wants to kiss Conner's eyelids and
whisper tales of a flawed Superman that he's trying so hard to \
become.

Conner slips inside Dick like he belongs there, and Dick
moans and whimpers and mewls. He wraps his legs around Conner's
waist, and feels every muscle flex beneath his trembling thighs.

"Yes," Dick whispers, and Conner kisses him. Conner tastes
of chocolate and mint, of summer sun and spring afternoons,
of apple pies and cotton candy at the fair, of blood and death,
of decay, of failure and achievement.

Conner thrusts into him, body dripping with sweat, eyes glazed with
something that's a cross between lust and love. Dick grinds down,
wanting to complete him, slips his hand between their body and
tries to bring himself to completion.

They pant and moan, they whisper and curse, they kiss
and bite and lick, they cling to each other, nails biting
into flesh, imprinting Cheshire smiles into skin.

Conner releases first, filling Dick to the brim, and Dick
soon follows, stars and spots dancing behind his eyes.

Conner collapses on top of him, his body like a weight, but
Dick doesn't mind because that weight means he's there, and he's
real and warm and loving him. He strokes Conner's hair and
mumbles to him memories and stories of a childhood long gone.

Conner nods and listens, kisses Dick's chest, his
neck and lips. Dick tastes him, and this time, Dick can taste nothing but
warm summer days and sunshine.