Fic: The World Well Lost
Disclaimers: If I owned them, J'onn wouldn't have that modest outfit.
Author's Note: Written for thete1's clichés challenge. I have a sum of all the cliches at the end of the fic. But if I listed them here it would probably give away the whole story. Suffice to say that if there was an award for cramming the most clichés into a fic, I think I might have just won.
And the title of this fic is a reference to the short story "The World Well Lost" by Theodore Sturgeon.
Rating: R. Though there is explicit sex of a sort.
The World Well Lost
There was an inevitability in finding himself trapped in a room made of mirrors, to watch his semblance of humanity being reflected to infinity. That he should find himself in this predicament with a companion--with Batman--was unexpected.
"I take it that you can't get out either?" Batman asked as he braced one gloved hand over the mirror wall.
"No, our cage is well made," said J'onn, "as our capture was well executed."
Batman grunted. And J'onn wondered if it was harder for Batman the times that he could not blame Superman when a plan failed to work.
"Can you tell what happened to Flash and Hawkgirl?" Batman asked.
"No. I have tried to reach out to them, but I cannot feel any presence other than our own," J'onn said. "I would assume that they have found themselves similarly caged."
It had been uncomfortably voyeuristic when they had walked through a hallway of transparent cells where captured aliens behaved as if they were unaware of an audience. Now, J'onn wondered if their cages had the same quality as his own, and J'onn allowed himself to appreciate the irony of the Tralfamadorians scrutinizing their prisoners the same way police officers do on Earth. Or perhaps, given the Tralfamadorian's reputation, this was more akin to a zoo.
The thought was a troubling one and it made his skin prickle-
Or perhaps it was something in the air that was making him prickle, like so many tiny vibrations just beneath the surface of his skin.
"J'onn!" Batman was calling to him, but J'onn was finding it difficult to hear. "What's wrong?" Before J'onn could reply, his vision blurred and he felt himself collapsing against the cool surface of the ground.
"J'onn!" Batman called out his name again. And vaguely, J'onn felt Batman's arms around his torso, but he couldn't quite distinguish which part of his torso was being touched.
"I... there is something in the air," J'onn said, or he thought he had said, but from the way Batman suddenly braced his head with one of his hands, J'onn realized that he had projected the words directly into Batman's mind.
J'onn started to apologize but the only sounds that came out were screams as his mind was forcefully ripped open and Batman's thoughts poured through him.
I'm being forced into a mating cycle, J'onn recognized suddenly.
They are drugging us with some sort of an aphrodisiac--another thought came angrily. Batman's thought.
I cannot close my mind to yours, I'm sorry. J'onn forced his mind to form cognizable words, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.
But Batman did not seem to have the presence of mind to analyze their situation either, as Batman's thoughts flashed before J'onn with dizzying speed like so many snapshots. Some J'onn recognized, most he didn't. A blonde woman with claws, a young man with shoulder length hair, Diana-
And the flood of emotions following the images were so desperate that it made J'onn ache with the same loneliness, desire, want, and shame that he had tried so hard to keep contained.
Somewhere outside his mind, he felt Batman clung to him, pressing his rigid, frail human body into J'onn with the same frenzy that J'onn felt.
I could be-I could be anything you want. J'onn could almost focus enough for his body to become one of the more dominant images. The young man... the masked young man with--
"Don't," Batman said hoarsely against J'onn's newly formed human ear and J'onn let the shape slip away and let himself fall back to his form. His true form.
Batman growled and rocked hard into him, and even through the haze of his mind, J'onn could feel the sharp edges of the man's utility belt. And J'onn hung on to that physicality with some thing like sanity, but that too was slipping away. He could see through Batman's eyes the reflections of their fierce embrace in the mirrored walls, and hunger took him with such venom that J'onn wanted to claw at himself repeatedly until he could dig it out of his flesh.
What, what do you need? Batman asked.
Let me touch you. Please. I need... contact.
J'onn did not think Batman had understood what he had asked, how could any human? But then Batman spread his mind open, and J'onn felt the remainder of his control slip away. Batman was giving him a conscious invitation to penetrate and J'onn heard himself growling with uncontained desire. He could not even give Batman a moment to contemplate what he had just offered before J'onn pressed into Batman's mind with the urgency of centuries of denial.
He tried to be gentle, he tried so hard to be gentle. To leave the dark places and painful scars alone, to try not to hurt. But it was difficult to contain himself, to not press in as much as he could, as hard as he could.
It was so warm. There were so many warm places. The kindness of a man with a moustache, the sweet perfume between a woman's legs, the feeling of free falling before extending a jump line at the last possible moment, the complete trust of a son-
Batman panted against him. His mind open and wanton. God, J'onn. Your art was beautiful. Your wife--
You have a son too.
I-God, the Tralfamadorians are watching us.
A rush of indignity swamped him, and he had to focus to sort out who it belonged to. Forcing what's left of his control to focus, he extended himself until he enveloped Batman completely. Hiding Batman from view, and touching the man everywhere at once. And J'onn felt... or perhaps it was Batman who felt completely ablaze with need to force even more contact.
J'onn, I want to...
Take it.
Batman thrusted roughly into him. Ragged and without rhythm. And J'onn could feel it. Feel everything. The warmth of his own body surrounding Batman.
Harder. And J'onn couldn't tell who was thinking anymore. Alien thoughts were merging indiscriminately with his own as he felt the same human sexual arousal.
The same raw want and vulnerable need for release.
Do it. Please.
God, I can't... I...
And J'onn felt it. The mind imploding pleasure of Batman's climax before everything faded to the background.
***
When J'onn became conscious again, the first feeling he registered was intense pain. His mind felt as though it had been torn through, and he suspected that whatever the drug that he had been doused with, that had been the general desired effect.
It took him minutes, perhaps longer, to realize that he was no longer in a reflective cage, but back aboard the Javelin. Batman was standing over him, his face carefully neutral.
"How did we escape?"
"Hawkgirl. Evidently, repeat blunt force works." Batman's lips turned upward slightly at the corners.
There was a silence that settled after that. And it was only then that J'onn noticed that he was trembling.
"Batman, I'm sorry, I--"
"Not necessary," Batman said as he touched J'onn's arm firmly, and steadied J'onn from trembling.
And J'onn was surprised that he did not find the touch unexpected.
--End
The clichés I counted in this story:
1)Aliens forced us to do it by capturing us
2)in an enclosed space and
3)then dousing it with aphrodisiacs, and
4)because J'onn is an alien, his alienage figures prominently into the sex which
5)leads to sudden mutual telepathy.
Author's Note: Written for thete1's clichés challenge. I have a sum of all the cliches at the end of the fic. But if I listed them here it would probably give away the whole story. Suffice to say that if there was an award for cramming the most clichés into a fic, I think I might have just won.
And the title of this fic is a reference to the short story "The World Well Lost" by Theodore Sturgeon.
Rating: R. Though there is explicit sex of a sort.
The World Well Lost
There was an inevitability in finding himself trapped in a room made of mirrors, to watch his semblance of humanity being reflected to infinity. That he should find himself in this predicament with a companion--with Batman--was unexpected.
"I take it that you can't get out either?" Batman asked as he braced one gloved hand over the mirror wall.
"No, our cage is well made," said J'onn, "as our capture was well executed."
Batman grunted. And J'onn wondered if it was harder for Batman the times that he could not blame Superman when a plan failed to work.
"Can you tell what happened to Flash and Hawkgirl?" Batman asked.
"No. I have tried to reach out to them, but I cannot feel any presence other than our own," J'onn said. "I would assume that they have found themselves similarly caged."
It had been uncomfortably voyeuristic when they had walked through a hallway of transparent cells where captured aliens behaved as if they were unaware of an audience. Now, J'onn wondered if their cages had the same quality as his own, and J'onn allowed himself to appreciate the irony of the Tralfamadorians scrutinizing their prisoners the same way police officers do on Earth. Or perhaps, given the Tralfamadorian's reputation, this was more akin to a zoo.
The thought was a troubling one and it made his skin prickle-
Or perhaps it was something in the air that was making him prickle, like so many tiny vibrations just beneath the surface of his skin.
"J'onn!" Batman was calling to him, but J'onn was finding it difficult to hear. "What's wrong?" Before J'onn could reply, his vision blurred and he felt himself collapsing against the cool surface of the ground.
"J'onn!" Batman called out his name again. And vaguely, J'onn felt Batman's arms around his torso, but he couldn't quite distinguish which part of his torso was being touched.
"I... there is something in the air," J'onn said, or he thought he had said, but from the way Batman suddenly braced his head with one of his hands, J'onn realized that he had projected the words directly into Batman's mind.
J'onn started to apologize but the only sounds that came out were screams as his mind was forcefully ripped open and Batman's thoughts poured through him.
I'm being forced into a mating cycle, J'onn recognized suddenly.
They are drugging us with some sort of an aphrodisiac--another thought came angrily. Batman's thought.
I cannot close my mind to yours, I'm sorry. J'onn forced his mind to form cognizable words, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.
But Batman did not seem to have the presence of mind to analyze their situation either, as Batman's thoughts flashed before J'onn with dizzying speed like so many snapshots. Some J'onn recognized, most he didn't. A blonde woman with claws, a young man with shoulder length hair, Diana-
And the flood of emotions following the images were so desperate that it made J'onn ache with the same loneliness, desire, want, and shame that he had tried so hard to keep contained.
Somewhere outside his mind, he felt Batman clung to him, pressing his rigid, frail human body into J'onn with the same frenzy that J'onn felt.
I could be-I could be anything you want. J'onn could almost focus enough for his body to become one of the more dominant images. The young man... the masked young man with--
"Don't," Batman said hoarsely against J'onn's newly formed human ear and J'onn let the shape slip away and let himself fall back to his form. His true form.
Batman growled and rocked hard into him, and even through the haze of his mind, J'onn could feel the sharp edges of the man's utility belt. And J'onn hung on to that physicality with some thing like sanity, but that too was slipping away. He could see through Batman's eyes the reflections of their fierce embrace in the mirrored walls, and hunger took him with such venom that J'onn wanted to claw at himself repeatedly until he could dig it out of his flesh.
What, what do you need? Batman asked.
Let me touch you. Please. I need... contact.
J'onn did not think Batman had understood what he had asked, how could any human? But then Batman spread his mind open, and J'onn felt the remainder of his control slip away. Batman was giving him a conscious invitation to penetrate and J'onn heard himself growling with uncontained desire. He could not even give Batman a moment to contemplate what he had just offered before J'onn pressed into Batman's mind with the urgency of centuries of denial.
He tried to be gentle, he tried so hard to be gentle. To leave the dark places and painful scars alone, to try not to hurt. But it was difficult to contain himself, to not press in as much as he could, as hard as he could.
It was so warm. There were so many warm places. The kindness of a man with a moustache, the sweet perfume between a woman's legs, the feeling of free falling before extending a jump line at the last possible moment, the complete trust of a son-
Batman panted against him. His mind open and wanton. God, J'onn. Your art was beautiful. Your wife--
You have a son too.
I-God, the Tralfamadorians are watching us.
A rush of indignity swamped him, and he had to focus to sort out who it belonged to. Forcing what's left of his control to focus, he extended himself until he enveloped Batman completely. Hiding Batman from view, and touching the man everywhere at once. And J'onn felt... or perhaps it was Batman who felt completely ablaze with need to force even more contact.
J'onn, I want to...
Take it.
Batman thrusted roughly into him. Ragged and without rhythm. And J'onn could feel it. Feel everything. The warmth of his own body surrounding Batman.
Harder. And J'onn couldn't tell who was thinking anymore. Alien thoughts were merging indiscriminately with his own as he felt the same human sexual arousal.
The same raw want and vulnerable need for release.
Do it. Please.
God, I can't... I...
And J'onn felt it. The mind imploding pleasure of Batman's climax before everything faded to the background.
***
When J'onn became conscious again, the first feeling he registered was intense pain. His mind felt as though it had been torn through, and he suspected that whatever the drug that he had been doused with, that had been the general desired effect.
It took him minutes, perhaps longer, to realize that he was no longer in a reflective cage, but back aboard the Javelin. Batman was standing over him, his face carefully neutral.
"How did we escape?"
"Hawkgirl. Evidently, repeat blunt force works." Batman's lips turned upward slightly at the corners.
There was a silence that settled after that. And it was only then that J'onn noticed that he was trembling.
"Batman, I'm sorry, I--"
"Not necessary," Batman said as he touched J'onn's arm firmly, and steadied J'onn from trembling.
And J'onn was surprised that he did not find the touch unexpected.
--End
The clichés I counted in this story:
1)Aliens forced us to do it by capturing us
2)in an enclosed space and
3)then dousing it with aphrodisiacs, and
4)because J'onn is an alien, his alienage figures prominently into the sex which
5)leads to sudden mutual telepathy.