From Mars, With Love
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sasha_anu wondered how I would describe J’onn having sex. That sat on the back-burner until something got cooked up, and written out on napkins and scraps of paper. It's, uh, different. I misspelled his wife's name, but Mer set me straight. :D
From Mars, With Love
J’onn/Wally, Toonverse. Fairly explicit sexual language.
When J’onn goes to desperate measures to save Wally’s life, there are side-effects.
Part One: Starting With a Dream
Fabulous. Sun, sand, and all the nude sunbathing hotties Wally could ask for. He stretched out on a blanket and grinned as two of them rubbed sunscreen on his back, paying extra attention nice and low. Yeah. Nice.
There was suddenly a crack of violent sound that tore the sky apart, an earthquake shaking the world to pieces, and he woke up with a start; Javelin 9, mission with J'onn to some unpronounceable planet in the middle of nowhere, flying home a week early; and their ship's lights were flashing and the control panel screaming as it threatened to shake itself to pieces.
"J'onn! What's going on?" he called over the din, catching his balance on a chair as he stumbled through the chaos to the front, where the Martian had grown an extra pair of arms in his attempt to get them under control.
"A solar flare scrambled our sensors; we've been hit by a small asteroid in the primary reactor," he replied, calmly even as another great shudder knocked Wally off his feet. "She's going to blow."
"Don't we have..?"
"No, damaged beyond repair."
"Or..?"
"Also destroyed."
"We're going to die, we're going to die, we're going to die..!"
"We're not going to die."
"But you just said..!"
"Wally, do you trust me?"
"What?"
J'onn turned away from the panel, standing and facing him gravely.
"Do you trust me?"
"With my life, you know it."
With that, J'onn flung out one of his arms and shattered the windshield, sucking them both into the cold silence of space. Wally could feel all the veins on his skin burning and threatening to burst, the air sucked out of his lungs and the pressure pulling him every which way, and despite the promise of trust, all he could think was that this was the end; he would die out here light years from home. Not in a fight, or some heroic sacrifice, but an accident. Of all the stupid things...
Then he felt something crawling over his skin, until he couldn't move as well as breathe, surrounded by some ungiving, warm trap. He tried to scream but he couldn't even open his mouth, and had no air left to call out with, and panic set in, struggling against what had him pinned as he suffocated. It was then J'onn's voice rang out through his mind; you can breathe, you're safe, relax, breathe. At first impossible, choking, blacking out, but he lost all strength and finally relaxed... still alive. Not breathing, exactly, but sweet oxygen filled his lungs, pure enough to make his brain buzz pleasantly.
J'onn? Is that you? What's going on? Where am I?
You may not like the answer to that question, but I'm here.
I can't move, why can't I see anything, what's this stuff I'm stuck in?
Me.
He noticed his ungiving environment had almost a pulse to it; it was alive. Was... could he really be inside J'onn?
You are, Wally. I didn't know if it would work, but it was the only way to save you. This had a weirdness factor that was definitely off the scale.
Wally suddenly knew they'd made it out just before the ship exploded, and that J'onn was trying to make it to a moon with an atmosphere that could sustain life somewhere around the yellow star. That he'd never done this before, and didn't know if he could keep them both alive for the five and a half days it would take him to fly there, but was growing more sure of it as he became more comfortable carrying a passenger. He also was reading thoughts he couldn't make out, like ghosts of images and ideas that evaporated when he tried to touch them, or just outside his grasp in the shadows.
Living in relative time, a day could be like a lifetime. Wally wondered how much time it would take for him to go permanently crazy of sensory deprivation, and it didn't seem like very long.
I don't have the energy to create a delusional state to preserve your mind. I can only share mine. And so he was, slowly, like an opening blossom of being in his head. I'm not known for my hospitality, but I try. Wally was about to protest when he realized it was a joke and felt a strange feedback of J'onn hearing his mind laughing. See through my eyes. And then he could; they were flying through space, surrounded by stars that seemed to press in from everywhere, a blue nebula off in the distance and the cause of their troubles, a blue star circling with a yellow one, straight ahead.
For some time, they didn't so much communicate in words as images; J'onn showed him what the sensors had told him about the moon, Wally showed him the scene from Star Wars with the Ewoks on their little moon and how the Death Star blew up, J'onn finished with the part where the ghosts are all blue and glowy at the end to prove he'd already seen it, then what Earth's moon looked like when flying toward it through space.
After a day passed, the sharing of minds felt like it was the way things had always been, and Wally couldn't imagine being alone in his head. J'onn showed him his quiet life as the detective John Jones in Denver, about his first days on Earth, and Wally showed him what it was like to be the Flash alongside an unassuming forensic scientist in Central City.
J'onn's brain was enormous, like branching tunnels everywhere that lead to huge rooms full of single memories in crystal clarity, or bits of information, all neatly arranged and very J'onn-like. He was having some difficulty adjusting to how fast Wally's head constantly went, but reflected that it was an interesting change of pace and that it reminded him of a game children on Mars would play to exercise their developing minds.
On the second day, where J'onn began and Wally stopped became blurry. He had memories of Mars alongside the sand castles Wally used to build on the shores of the Keystone River.
The third day Wally had a panic attack that came out of nowhere, and J'onn had to break most of their connexion to focus on trying to calm down the rush of adrenaline through Wally's body that had started it. He felt so cold and alone, wracked with sorrow, as if he was the only person in existence, until J'onn came back again, rushing back to him with a flood of relief. J'onn decided that severing their minds suddenly again would be a bad idea. Wally tried to come up with some joke about it, but when J'onn began trying to help him with suggestions it seemed to be moot.
J'onn began getting tired on the fourth day, and Wally did what he could to keep him uplifted and going along; made up for the previous day with knock-knock jokes and what he could remember from a Justice League parody in Mad Magazine until he'd found a second wind.
On the fifth day, they could see the outer planets of the solar system like little gleaming spots that caught the light of their sun, and it surged through them with renewed hope. Their destination was similar in distance from where Earth was in their own, so it would be warm, but with a much lower gravity. It was then that Wally realized they had nothing with them to contact anyone from this range, but J'onn was certain that, once they were missed, someone would retrace their flight path and come close enough for the com-links to pick up.
Wally could feel J'onn's exhaustion as if it was his own when they finally began flying down through the atmosphere of the moon, in a curving arc to prevent burning up in their flight, and the oceans and land of it stretched out underneath them very much like a little Earth. There was green on the land, trees that grew twisted and as skyscrapers, hanging with heavy vines and skirted by undergrowth, but no animals.
They landed in one such tree, where the trunk divided in many upward branches, with a flat place in the center partially sheltered by a canopy of vines. J'onn rested a bit, then began pulling them apart, and Wally watched his body fall into his hands, damp and limp.
What's wrong with me?
I had to keep you this way, your metabolism was burning through my energy too quickly. A very deep sleep.
He'd begun to pull their minds apart, but part of Wally's rebelled and clung onto him even as he tried to relax and return to his own sleeping head. He couldn't see through J'onn's eyes anymore, but he could still feel him as he nodded off and began to dream in a transition from reality.
When Wally woke up, he was warm and shivering, reaching out impulsively to where J'onn was collecting fruit from smaller trees beneath their perch, and showed him snippets of the gargantuan forest's splendor.
I can barely move.
You will recover quickly, rest.
J'onn floated up, in his elongated Martian form, with purple things in his arms that looked like lumpy pears. He set them down next to Wally, then wrapped his body around him to stop his shivering, and he felt instantly comforted, knowing that the aching emptiness had been his absence, relaxing into his warmth like a thick blanket. J'onn fed him the tangy, sweet fruit, that dribbled down his throat and his chin, eating until the pile was gone; but was reassured that they were plentiful, and there were several varieties about he'd yet to try.
Wally's hands still weren't responding right, so he licked off his face with what he could reach with his tongue, and laughed as J'onn wiped under his chin with his fingers.
The view from their spot was breathtaking; the ocean was crashing against red rocky shoreline beneath them, heavy with bright green plant life that drifted over the waves, the sky more of a teal than a blue reflecting on the water, laced with puffy white clouds. The blue sun was rising, small and distant, as the yellow one had begun to set, casting a strange glow over the world instead of darkness of night. They watched it all together, while Wally tried to make his hands grip up in proper fists; so far he'd managed gnarly claws, but J'onn's overwhelming serenity kept him from being too frustrated at it.
He wondered how he'd managed to not constantly explode with rage without that calm tether lulling him into rationality.
With that thought, he heard a worry from J'onn about him, and realized that, had Wally been another Martian, this level of intimacy was unheard of outside the closest of bonds, and was something like what married Martians did. It was Wally that drew that comparison, but J'onn didn't correct it, and began thinking about his long lost family, how he'd loved M'y'riah and his children, and the sorrow of it made Wally cry a little until he fell asleep.
The next morning, J'onn made a canopy of woven vines for their hideaway; a torrential downpour was making its way toward them, and it would likely be about a week before anyone found them. He liked the tactile work of weaving, and even collected some dense reeds from a little swamp to make a bunch of baskets and things. Most of them they used, but some remained empty and decorative, with little patterns of shades and intricate scalloping on the edges that was impressive. Wally picked up how to do it, but his fingers were still cumbersome, and he promised to try it another time.
Neither spoke a word aloud since the accident; there simply hadn't been a need for it. J'onn warned him that they should be doing more to become separate again, but Wally didn't have his endless willpower. He couldn’t do it, and when the rains started the next afternoon, little had changed. While J'onn was working on weaving a patch for their canopy, Wally crawled into his lap and felt whole again, resting surrounded by him and listening to the drumming of rain.
He could walk again two days later, and a day after that, went for a run down the tree-trunk and through the undergrowth, collecting strange orange flowers that he brought back up and arranged in one of J'onn's fancy baskets that was watertight, and was like a nice vase that sat on a little shelf of a branch. Orange was J'onn's favourite colour, he realized.
When the rain broke, it left their forest thick with haze and humidity, hot and repressive, which didn't bother J'onn, but had Wally stripped to the waist. J'onn thought that swimming might help him cool off more, as the oceans hadn't gotten warmer with the air, and flew them both down to the rocky beach. Wally loved the exhilaration of flying like that, and always thought it was a shame that the only time he got a ride was when they were all League business.
He didn't hesitate to strip naked and run along the red stones that scratched the bottoms of his feet before he dove into the water, and blushed that J'onn thought he was beautiful, suddenly thinking to cover himself. J'onn remarked it would be a shame, and Wally laughed, throwing some seaweed at him and ducking under the cool waves. It wasn't salt water, but fresh and tasted like he imagined life would, and endlessly refreshing in the face of the repressive weather.
It was strange, that there were no sea-creatures at all. J'onn hid from him a moment, which had him stopping and looking around for him worriedly, only to be bumped in the butt by a dolphin whistling and clucking teasingly at him. Wally was able to swim fast enough that he could throw himself up out of the water like dolphins did, sailing in a little arc before he slipped back under again, and they leapt over each other like that, laughing and sharing the simple joy of it.
As much as Wally missed indoor plumbing, electricity, and fast food, it felt like a shame they'd be leaving.
He shook the thought away and playfully slapped at the J'onn-dolphin, encouraging him to do a mermaid or a giant squid. J'onn shaped himself like Ariel from The Little Mermaid; a wide, gleaming emerald tail with pearlescent purple shells and long, red hair that fell wet around her shoulders, peeking out from over the water shyly.
It was Wally's turn to think that J'onn was beautiful. He realized he always had been, even towering over him in green skin that seemed to glow with it’s radiance.
They paddled there like that, sharing mutual appreciation almost guardedly, and Wally realized why with a start; at some point, longing to stay together had sparked with attraction. He wasn't sure who it started with, maybe both of them, but it made him reach out to touch J'onn's wet skin, feeling the cool smoothness of a girlish neck and he drew closer to the full, red lips, assuring J'onn that it wasn't just his nice appearance that pulled him in; but it was definitely nice.
J'onn tasted like spice.
He let J'onn keep them afloat with that handy tail, wrapping his arms around the little waist, feeling the hard scales of her tail under his fingers as he held on and they bobbed in the surf, kissing languidly. Wally had a dream like this, once, but the reality of it made dreams pale in comparison. He couldn't hide how it made him felt, and he didn't care to if he could.
All at once, J'onn grew great wings, becoming a red-headed angel that soared high into the air, flapping powerfully in the wind until the red beach was small underneath them, and he felt a wickedly playful spark from him, going just a bit higher, then stopping, holding onto Wally tight and launching into a downward free-fall. Wally's heart leapt up into his throat and his stomach went crazy with butterflies as he whooped in delight; J'onn pulled up just before they hit the water, skimming across it an inch away and transforming back into himself with a gentle smile, thinking on how pleasant it was to share himself again.
That night, they didn't weave to keep busy; J'onn spent hours reshaping himself to give Wally the most incredible full-body massage imaginable, brain-melty incredible until he passed out on a bed of leaves so the Martian could meditate to himself. He needed time to think, and was welcome to it as Wally slept through the night with dreams that, in hindsight, must have been J'onn's memories.
Reality hit again when they were startled awake by Batman's urgent voice calling to them over the com-link in J'onn's ear. Wally's had been lost somewhere along the way, but he could hear the hail as clearly as if it hadn't been.
"Justice League calling Flash and J'onn, please come in."
J'onn's voice sounded hollow and strange drifting through the air as he replied, "we're here, Batman."
"I'm homing in on your signal, ETA one hour, seventeen minutes," Batman said, then added like an afterthought, "it's good to hear your voice, J'onn."
"Likewise."
It fell silent again, and they stared at each other with mixed feelings. Neither was entirely sure what to do with the things that had changed in their almost two weeks inside each other's head, but there was a pressure to resolve at least some of it before they went back to their lives like nothing had happened.
It would be unwise to simply pull apart, J'onn reflected clearly over their considerations.
As nice as this has been, I'm not sure how I feel about being so... dependent just to function.
It isn't entirely... just you.
They settled on a plurality to themselves with that, and decided that it was a personal matter that none of the others needed to know about or become involved in just yet, and J'onn reassured him not to see the bond as a weakness. Wally could feel how much regret J'onn would have if he did think of it that way. Even under the circumstances, he reflected that such trust wasn't lightly given, and it made Wally feel special.
They flew out to a flat cliff top where the Javelin could easily land; Wally insisted on keeping one of J'onn's baskets, and had to be reminded to put his clothes back on. Wouldn't that be just great; saying what's up to Batman while he was naked as the day he was born.
I believe there is a human greeting that would be applicable.
What's that?
How's it hanging?
They were still laughing themselves sick when the ship landed with a whine of the engines before they cut out and the hatch opened.
Batman and Shayera stepped out and gave them funny looks until they calmed down; or, until Wally did, J'onn being his unflappable self. Wally's voice sounded alien to him when he did greet the two, croaking and coughing a bit before he got it right.
"Hey Bats, Shay. Miss me terribly?"
"Like a hole in the head," Batman replied dryly.
"I know how much you love a challenge," he said with a wink.
He did miss you.
I knew he was just a big ol' softie.
Wally spent the trip home in the back of the Javelin, half dozing and half listening to the other three playing catch-up. It'd just become fall back in the States, and despite a few dramatic conflicts on live television, things at home sounded much the same as they'd ever been.
When they got back to the Watchtower, his first stop was the locker room; a nice long shower, a clean uniform, then the council chamber for an even longer debrief he mostly let J'onn handle.
"How did you survive the explosion if the suits were damaged in the impact?" Superman pointedly asked Wally.
I'm not sure how to explain it, he sent out a little frantically, then found himself speaking with J'onn's words; "he was able to create a makeshift life support system until we reached the moon." Then, with his own words, added, "it was all very erotic. I mean sensual. I mean no, like, sensational, or something, not sexy at all, no siree."
"Really," Bats deadpanned.
Wally sunk down in his chair and decided that hiding under the table might not be such a bad idea, blushing furiously. "Really," he squeaked, deciding his mouth was a dangerous thing and he'd better quit while he was already behind with this whole talking thing. It didn't help that J'onn was laughing at him over their link, looking serene and aloof as always.
Bastard.
My parentage was well documented in the past.
J'onn had given him just enough of a nudge to be distracting enough so that they wouldn't have to explain themselves. Wally shook his head and let out a little huffy noise, which got him some more funny looks and a kick from Diana to behave himself. He would have blamed J'onn, but somehow, he doubted that they'd buy it, which amused the Martian even more. If Wally had stolen some of J'onn's serenity, J'onn had stolen some of Wally's social strategy. Such as it was.
I didn't know you were evil.
You never asked.
* * *
Eventually, there was nothing left to do on the Watchtower but transport back to Central City and home, to his tiny apartment, his baleful-eyed red betta fish Sharkbait, the messy bedroom cluttered with clothes and scattered running shoes, a fridge in dire need of cleaning and re-stocking. Wally fed the fish, sorted the clothes, scavenged up dinner, and got used to the idea of being by himself, with J'onn like a presence on the edges of his thoughts. An almost tangible feeling sometimes, like fingers in his hair.
During the night, J'onn went into one of his meditative states and woke Wally up with it, but he was getting used to that, too.
They didn't see each other again for some time, but each always had an idea of where the other was, what they were doing, how they were feeling. He got the idea that J'onn was very close a few times, but he refused to elaborate, teasing Wally's suspicious mind.
A few days later, he got a call at his desk in the lab, and answered distracted by a partial print on a flake of latex paint. "Forensics, West speaking."
"Hello, this is Jessica Green, from the Weekly World News. I was wondering if you could give me some quotes on your thoughts about aliens living on Earth for an article I'm writing, "Green Men Among Us."
"Aliens? Article?"
"Over dinner." Wally frowned, poking J'onn telepathically, only to find him distantly amused. Sneaky, sly aliens indeed.
You're supposed to answer now.
"Uh, yeah, sure. Do you like seafood?"
"Actually, I had something else in mind already, a little more Italian. I think you'll like it."
* * *
Flick & Slice was a pizza place off 73rd Street and Main. It was also a movie theater, showing Mars Attacks! of all the damned things.
Jessica was already waiting, chewing on a breadstick and grinning conspiratorially as Wally walked over and gave her a once-over. She had green dyed hair pulled back messily and sticking up everywhere in a pair of hair sticks that glittered with glass beads dangling from the tops, thick black glasses, pale gray eyes, tattoos covering her arms in the patterns of flowering vines, shown off with a little black sleeveless top that laced up the front, and jeans held up with a belt woven out of steel rings. Hardly what he was expecting, and he eyed her with mock suspicion.
"What were you expecting?"
"As if you didn't know already."
"It's more fun when you tell me," she said playfully, then sipped at her soda with a straw, winking at him.
I didn't know you had it in you, Wally thought as he sat down and shrugged out of his bomber jacket, but Jessica waggled a finger at him.
"None of that, we're supposed to be normal right now."
"Oh, right, of course, silly me. The two most normal people in the world," he said dramatically, waving the breadstick around.
"Writing about aliens doesn't make me weird," Jessica said, "and call me Jess."
"Jess. Heh." Wally smirked when he noticed she'd ordered a pumpkin ale for him instead of soda, and she winked.
"I also ordered six large pepperoni."
"Six?"
"I explained that we're both compulsive eaters," she replied innocently.
"Aren't you supposed to be interviewing me? I think they might not like it if we talked through the movie," he said, gesturing at the crowded tables full of teenagers around them.
Jess pulled the end off an extra straw, and blew on it, sending the paper wrapper into Wally's nose. "I think I've got a good idea what you'd say."
"I'm glad one of us does, because I have no idea who you are," he laughed, crumpling the paper up into a little ball and tossing it back at her.
"If all the world's a stage, just think of me as... the universal understudy."
"Ah-haah."
They waited for the pizza by throwing more projectiles at each other, every time pushing their chairs ever so slightly closer, until she squeezed his knee under the table. "To tell you the truth, I really hate this movie," Jess whispered conspiratorially.
"So why are we here?"
"So I won't be compelled to watch it."
"The lady has a better idea?" he whispered, breathing in the smell of dusty spice in her hair that was so distinctively J'onn's, and sent a twinge of longing through him suddenly. "I think you're wrong. You've very weird."
She turned her head up at that, bringing their faces close enough the he felt her breath on his lips and lost his own along the way. They were going to kiss; it was a certainty. But Wally wasn't sure if it would be right to love at J'onn's guises and never at him like this. The gray eyes glowed orange at the edges, and she smiled a very J'onn-like little smile. "What do you think we were doing, for all that time?"
"That's a good point."
"I've got plenty of those."
"You'll have to teach me."
"Maybe later. If you're good." She smirked and stuck out her bottom lip a little more, a look of mischievous seduction.
It was entirely possible to hide things from each other, and Wally had a suspicion J'onn was doing all this for his benefit, and Jess's face reflected the idea had been picked up, and she shook her head. It was suggested once that I needed to reconnect with humanity. I spent a long time learning to love and be many things.
When they kissed, they didn't stop. The pizza was ignored for the touch of her small waist and nibbling at those painted lips, and the movie unseen for her eyes glowing in the dark and the taste of her tongue. Wally thought he could learn to worship every line of ink on her arms and even how her roots were showing under the dark green dye.
And thusly did a strange kind of courtship begin; Wally would get a call at work, or a message left at home from someone new, with a time and a place to meet. Sometimes in the city, or all over the world. A tea room in Moscow with an older Russian woman with a heavy cross resting in her bosoms that spoke in a heavy accent and held unlit cigarettes in her lips. A quiet librarian at a pub in New York that blushed behind wire-rimmed glasses, but had magnificent brown curls when Wally freed her hair from a messy bun. A roguish biker from California that met him in an Australian drag race outside Sydney, that murmured what he would do to him with his cock and a pair of masterful hands.
Over a dozen people, most of which hid away with him to kiss and fondle, but Wally never slept with any of them. As much fun as this game was, as much as he loved every one, the whole thing terrified him when a kissed breast was bared or the occasional swelling manhood pressed against him, and they would kiss a bit more, and go their own way home.
It was John Jones, inviting him back to his spartan apartment in Denver for popcorn and an old copy of Lolita, that asked him why.
Wally considered the question for half of it, chewing thoughtfully while he rubbed his left foot against J'onn's right. As things were between them now, it wasn't every thought that he read, like impressions from each other, snippets of words or images. He could tell J'onn was concerned about it, thinking he was doing something wrong. He was comfortable with John, could (and did) spend all night licking Jess, but...
They both realized what it was at the same instant, and began staring at each other in wonder. It wasn't that there was anything wrong with any of them.
None of them were J'onn, the quiet green alien with impossibly dry humour and an unearthly voice that carried even when he spoke softly, or would be given to just one ear. That saved his life so many times; and once so profoundly it was like he was still doing it. That echoed through his mind ever since.
Conventional sex loses it's appeal when faced with memories of being wrapped up in a shape-shifter.
When J'onn heard that last thought, clear as day, he began chuckling, his face slowly turning green and his clothes all shrinking away until there was a green Martian laughing in an echoey Martian way.
Wally was in love.
It brought tears to his eyes, that he could admit such a thing to himself. Part of him still figured it was just a part of sharing for so long. Living pieces of themselves in each others' lives. When he wasn't there, it was like heartbreak, being so empty as to think a part of you was torn away. Wasn't that what love was?
J'onn confessed knowing something like this might happen; but he didn't have a choice. Neither of them felt particularly sorry about it.
His tears dried up, and he grinned. It softened into a smile as J'onn began to wrap himself around him in tendrils. It was very strange; and it felt amazing.
They could no longer tell where J'onn ended and Wally began.
Curling around him was effortless, and it felt to the skin like warmth; radiant and tingling. Being caressed by little orgasms. Something like electrical discharges, and he understood how he formed himself to do it. J'onn could do so many things, and Wally knew about every one. Especially with his knowledge of human physiology. It wasn't sex; it was a master playing his instrument with his very soul.
They might have been floating, as Wally’s body could do nothing but shudder as pleasure itself was pulling at his erection and flowing under his skin, short-circuiting his brain delightfully.
Wally must have passed out, because he was jolted awake, still on the couch, by a loud banging on the door.
He was still fully dressed, and by himself, so he shook himself presentable and answered it. It was an a middle-aged man with a potbelly filling out a white undershirt, looking bed-tousled and less than pleased.
"Do you have any fucking idea what time it is, you little punk? You've been hollerin' and carrying on for hours now, not answering the door, like it isn't three fucking forty five! Do you get that?"
Wally found that his voice was shot, and what meant to be a polite if somewhat bewildered reply came out as a croak as he realized he'd been screaming. He looked sheepish until the guy flipped him off and stormed away to no doubt swear some more, than wake his wife Gilda back up to complain for at least another hour. Wally rolled his eyes as John stood innocently in the kitchen doorway.
You can't fool me, I know your dark secret.
Which one?
sasha_anu wondered how I would describe J’onn having sex. That sat on the back-burner until something got cooked up, and written out on napkins and scraps of paper. It's, uh, different. I misspelled his wife's name, but Mer set me straight. :DFrom Mars, With Love
J’onn/Wally, Toonverse. Fairly explicit sexual language.
When J’onn goes to desperate measures to save Wally’s life, there are side-effects.
Part One: Starting With a Dream
Fabulous. Sun, sand, and all the nude sunbathing hotties Wally could ask for. He stretched out on a blanket and grinned as two of them rubbed sunscreen on his back, paying extra attention nice and low. Yeah. Nice.
There was suddenly a crack of violent sound that tore the sky apart, an earthquake shaking the world to pieces, and he woke up with a start; Javelin 9, mission with J'onn to some unpronounceable planet in the middle of nowhere, flying home a week early; and their ship's lights were flashing and the control panel screaming as it threatened to shake itself to pieces.
"J'onn! What's going on?" he called over the din, catching his balance on a chair as he stumbled through the chaos to the front, where the Martian had grown an extra pair of arms in his attempt to get them under control.
"A solar flare scrambled our sensors; we've been hit by a small asteroid in the primary reactor," he replied, calmly even as another great shudder knocked Wally off his feet. "She's going to blow."
"Don't we have..?"
"No, damaged beyond repair."
"Or..?"
"Also destroyed."
"We're going to die, we're going to die, we're going to die..!"
"We're not going to die."
"But you just said..!"
"Wally, do you trust me?"
"What?"
J'onn turned away from the panel, standing and facing him gravely.
"Do you trust me?"
"With my life, you know it."
With that, J'onn flung out one of his arms and shattered the windshield, sucking them both into the cold silence of space. Wally could feel all the veins on his skin burning and threatening to burst, the air sucked out of his lungs and the pressure pulling him every which way, and despite the promise of trust, all he could think was that this was the end; he would die out here light years from home. Not in a fight, or some heroic sacrifice, but an accident. Of all the stupid things...
Then he felt something crawling over his skin, until he couldn't move as well as breathe, surrounded by some ungiving, warm trap. He tried to scream but he couldn't even open his mouth, and had no air left to call out with, and panic set in, struggling against what had him pinned as he suffocated. It was then J'onn's voice rang out through his mind; you can breathe, you're safe, relax, breathe. At first impossible, choking, blacking out, but he lost all strength and finally relaxed... still alive. Not breathing, exactly, but sweet oxygen filled his lungs, pure enough to make his brain buzz pleasantly.
J'onn? Is that you? What's going on? Where am I?
You may not like the answer to that question, but I'm here.
I can't move, why can't I see anything, what's this stuff I'm stuck in?
Me.
He noticed his ungiving environment had almost a pulse to it; it was alive. Was... could he really be inside J'onn?
You are, Wally. I didn't know if it would work, but it was the only way to save you. This had a weirdness factor that was definitely off the scale.
Wally suddenly knew they'd made it out just before the ship exploded, and that J'onn was trying to make it to a moon with an atmosphere that could sustain life somewhere around the yellow star. That he'd never done this before, and didn't know if he could keep them both alive for the five and a half days it would take him to fly there, but was growing more sure of it as he became more comfortable carrying a passenger. He also was reading thoughts he couldn't make out, like ghosts of images and ideas that evaporated when he tried to touch them, or just outside his grasp in the shadows.
Living in relative time, a day could be like a lifetime. Wally wondered how much time it would take for him to go permanently crazy of sensory deprivation, and it didn't seem like very long.
I don't have the energy to create a delusional state to preserve your mind. I can only share mine. And so he was, slowly, like an opening blossom of being in his head. I'm not known for my hospitality, but I try. Wally was about to protest when he realized it was a joke and felt a strange feedback of J'onn hearing his mind laughing. See through my eyes. And then he could; they were flying through space, surrounded by stars that seemed to press in from everywhere, a blue nebula off in the distance and the cause of their troubles, a blue star circling with a yellow one, straight ahead.
For some time, they didn't so much communicate in words as images; J'onn showed him what the sensors had told him about the moon, Wally showed him the scene from Star Wars with the Ewoks on their little moon and how the Death Star blew up, J'onn finished with the part where the ghosts are all blue and glowy at the end to prove he'd already seen it, then what Earth's moon looked like when flying toward it through space.
After a day passed, the sharing of minds felt like it was the way things had always been, and Wally couldn't imagine being alone in his head. J'onn showed him his quiet life as the detective John Jones in Denver, about his first days on Earth, and Wally showed him what it was like to be the Flash alongside an unassuming forensic scientist in Central City.
J'onn's brain was enormous, like branching tunnels everywhere that lead to huge rooms full of single memories in crystal clarity, or bits of information, all neatly arranged and very J'onn-like. He was having some difficulty adjusting to how fast Wally's head constantly went, but reflected that it was an interesting change of pace and that it reminded him of a game children on Mars would play to exercise their developing minds.
On the second day, where J'onn began and Wally stopped became blurry. He had memories of Mars alongside the sand castles Wally used to build on the shores of the Keystone River.
The third day Wally had a panic attack that came out of nowhere, and J'onn had to break most of their connexion to focus on trying to calm down the rush of adrenaline through Wally's body that had started it. He felt so cold and alone, wracked with sorrow, as if he was the only person in existence, until J'onn came back again, rushing back to him with a flood of relief. J'onn decided that severing their minds suddenly again would be a bad idea. Wally tried to come up with some joke about it, but when J'onn began trying to help him with suggestions it seemed to be moot.
J'onn began getting tired on the fourth day, and Wally did what he could to keep him uplifted and going along; made up for the previous day with knock-knock jokes and what he could remember from a Justice League parody in Mad Magazine until he'd found a second wind.
On the fifth day, they could see the outer planets of the solar system like little gleaming spots that caught the light of their sun, and it surged through them with renewed hope. Their destination was similar in distance from where Earth was in their own, so it would be warm, but with a much lower gravity. It was then that Wally realized they had nothing with them to contact anyone from this range, but J'onn was certain that, once they were missed, someone would retrace their flight path and come close enough for the com-links to pick up.
Wally could feel J'onn's exhaustion as if it was his own when they finally began flying down through the atmosphere of the moon, in a curving arc to prevent burning up in their flight, and the oceans and land of it stretched out underneath them very much like a little Earth. There was green on the land, trees that grew twisted and as skyscrapers, hanging with heavy vines and skirted by undergrowth, but no animals.
They landed in one such tree, where the trunk divided in many upward branches, with a flat place in the center partially sheltered by a canopy of vines. J'onn rested a bit, then began pulling them apart, and Wally watched his body fall into his hands, damp and limp.
What's wrong with me?
I had to keep you this way, your metabolism was burning through my energy too quickly. A very deep sleep.
He'd begun to pull their minds apart, but part of Wally's rebelled and clung onto him even as he tried to relax and return to his own sleeping head. He couldn't see through J'onn's eyes anymore, but he could still feel him as he nodded off and began to dream in a transition from reality.
When Wally woke up, he was warm and shivering, reaching out impulsively to where J'onn was collecting fruit from smaller trees beneath their perch, and showed him snippets of the gargantuan forest's splendor.
I can barely move.
You will recover quickly, rest.
J'onn floated up, in his elongated Martian form, with purple things in his arms that looked like lumpy pears. He set them down next to Wally, then wrapped his body around him to stop his shivering, and he felt instantly comforted, knowing that the aching emptiness had been his absence, relaxing into his warmth like a thick blanket. J'onn fed him the tangy, sweet fruit, that dribbled down his throat and his chin, eating until the pile was gone; but was reassured that they were plentiful, and there were several varieties about he'd yet to try.
Wally's hands still weren't responding right, so he licked off his face with what he could reach with his tongue, and laughed as J'onn wiped under his chin with his fingers.
The view from their spot was breathtaking; the ocean was crashing against red rocky shoreline beneath them, heavy with bright green plant life that drifted over the waves, the sky more of a teal than a blue reflecting on the water, laced with puffy white clouds. The blue sun was rising, small and distant, as the yellow one had begun to set, casting a strange glow over the world instead of darkness of night. They watched it all together, while Wally tried to make his hands grip up in proper fists; so far he'd managed gnarly claws, but J'onn's overwhelming serenity kept him from being too frustrated at it.
He wondered how he'd managed to not constantly explode with rage without that calm tether lulling him into rationality.
With that thought, he heard a worry from J'onn about him, and realized that, had Wally been another Martian, this level of intimacy was unheard of outside the closest of bonds, and was something like what married Martians did. It was Wally that drew that comparison, but J'onn didn't correct it, and began thinking about his long lost family, how he'd loved M'y'riah and his children, and the sorrow of it made Wally cry a little until he fell asleep.
The next morning, J'onn made a canopy of woven vines for their hideaway; a torrential downpour was making its way toward them, and it would likely be about a week before anyone found them. He liked the tactile work of weaving, and even collected some dense reeds from a little swamp to make a bunch of baskets and things. Most of them they used, but some remained empty and decorative, with little patterns of shades and intricate scalloping on the edges that was impressive. Wally picked up how to do it, but his fingers were still cumbersome, and he promised to try it another time.
Neither spoke a word aloud since the accident; there simply hadn't been a need for it. J'onn warned him that they should be doing more to become separate again, but Wally didn't have his endless willpower. He couldn’t do it, and when the rains started the next afternoon, little had changed. While J'onn was working on weaving a patch for their canopy, Wally crawled into his lap and felt whole again, resting surrounded by him and listening to the drumming of rain.
He could walk again two days later, and a day after that, went for a run down the tree-trunk and through the undergrowth, collecting strange orange flowers that he brought back up and arranged in one of J'onn's fancy baskets that was watertight, and was like a nice vase that sat on a little shelf of a branch. Orange was J'onn's favourite colour, he realized.
When the rain broke, it left their forest thick with haze and humidity, hot and repressive, which didn't bother J'onn, but had Wally stripped to the waist. J'onn thought that swimming might help him cool off more, as the oceans hadn't gotten warmer with the air, and flew them both down to the rocky beach. Wally loved the exhilaration of flying like that, and always thought it was a shame that the only time he got a ride was when they were all League business.
He didn't hesitate to strip naked and run along the red stones that scratched the bottoms of his feet before he dove into the water, and blushed that J'onn thought he was beautiful, suddenly thinking to cover himself. J'onn remarked it would be a shame, and Wally laughed, throwing some seaweed at him and ducking under the cool waves. It wasn't salt water, but fresh and tasted like he imagined life would, and endlessly refreshing in the face of the repressive weather.
It was strange, that there were no sea-creatures at all. J'onn hid from him a moment, which had him stopping and looking around for him worriedly, only to be bumped in the butt by a dolphin whistling and clucking teasingly at him. Wally was able to swim fast enough that he could throw himself up out of the water like dolphins did, sailing in a little arc before he slipped back under again, and they leapt over each other like that, laughing and sharing the simple joy of it.
As much as Wally missed indoor plumbing, electricity, and fast food, it felt like a shame they'd be leaving.
He shook the thought away and playfully slapped at the J'onn-dolphin, encouraging him to do a mermaid or a giant squid. J'onn shaped himself like Ariel from The Little Mermaid; a wide, gleaming emerald tail with pearlescent purple shells and long, red hair that fell wet around her shoulders, peeking out from over the water shyly.
It was Wally's turn to think that J'onn was beautiful. He realized he always had been, even towering over him in green skin that seemed to glow with it’s radiance.
They paddled there like that, sharing mutual appreciation almost guardedly, and Wally realized why with a start; at some point, longing to stay together had sparked with attraction. He wasn't sure who it started with, maybe both of them, but it made him reach out to touch J'onn's wet skin, feeling the cool smoothness of a girlish neck and he drew closer to the full, red lips, assuring J'onn that it wasn't just his nice appearance that pulled him in; but it was definitely nice.
J'onn tasted like spice.
He let J'onn keep them afloat with that handy tail, wrapping his arms around the little waist, feeling the hard scales of her tail under his fingers as he held on and they bobbed in the surf, kissing languidly. Wally had a dream like this, once, but the reality of it made dreams pale in comparison. He couldn't hide how it made him felt, and he didn't care to if he could.
All at once, J'onn grew great wings, becoming a red-headed angel that soared high into the air, flapping powerfully in the wind until the red beach was small underneath them, and he felt a wickedly playful spark from him, going just a bit higher, then stopping, holding onto Wally tight and launching into a downward free-fall. Wally's heart leapt up into his throat and his stomach went crazy with butterflies as he whooped in delight; J'onn pulled up just before they hit the water, skimming across it an inch away and transforming back into himself with a gentle smile, thinking on how pleasant it was to share himself again.
That night, they didn't weave to keep busy; J'onn spent hours reshaping himself to give Wally the most incredible full-body massage imaginable, brain-melty incredible until he passed out on a bed of leaves so the Martian could meditate to himself. He needed time to think, and was welcome to it as Wally slept through the night with dreams that, in hindsight, must have been J'onn's memories.
Reality hit again when they were startled awake by Batman's urgent voice calling to them over the com-link in J'onn's ear. Wally's had been lost somewhere along the way, but he could hear the hail as clearly as if it hadn't been.
"Justice League calling Flash and J'onn, please come in."
J'onn's voice sounded hollow and strange drifting through the air as he replied, "we're here, Batman."
"I'm homing in on your signal, ETA one hour, seventeen minutes," Batman said, then added like an afterthought, "it's good to hear your voice, J'onn."
"Likewise."
It fell silent again, and they stared at each other with mixed feelings. Neither was entirely sure what to do with the things that had changed in their almost two weeks inside each other's head, but there was a pressure to resolve at least some of it before they went back to their lives like nothing had happened.
It would be unwise to simply pull apart, J'onn reflected clearly over their considerations.
As nice as this has been, I'm not sure how I feel about being so... dependent just to function.
It isn't entirely... just you.
They settled on a plurality to themselves with that, and decided that it was a personal matter that none of the others needed to know about or become involved in just yet, and J'onn reassured him not to see the bond as a weakness. Wally could feel how much regret J'onn would have if he did think of it that way. Even under the circumstances, he reflected that such trust wasn't lightly given, and it made Wally feel special.
They flew out to a flat cliff top where the Javelin could easily land; Wally insisted on keeping one of J'onn's baskets, and had to be reminded to put his clothes back on. Wouldn't that be just great; saying what's up to Batman while he was naked as the day he was born.
I believe there is a human greeting that would be applicable.
What's that?
How's it hanging?
They were still laughing themselves sick when the ship landed with a whine of the engines before they cut out and the hatch opened.
Batman and Shayera stepped out and gave them funny looks until they calmed down; or, until Wally did, J'onn being his unflappable self. Wally's voice sounded alien to him when he did greet the two, croaking and coughing a bit before he got it right.
"Hey Bats, Shay. Miss me terribly?"
"Like a hole in the head," Batman replied dryly.
"I know how much you love a challenge," he said with a wink.
He did miss you.
I knew he was just a big ol' softie.
Wally spent the trip home in the back of the Javelin, half dozing and half listening to the other three playing catch-up. It'd just become fall back in the States, and despite a few dramatic conflicts on live television, things at home sounded much the same as they'd ever been.
When they got back to the Watchtower, his first stop was the locker room; a nice long shower, a clean uniform, then the council chamber for an even longer debrief he mostly let J'onn handle.
"How did you survive the explosion if the suits were damaged in the impact?" Superman pointedly asked Wally.
I'm not sure how to explain it, he sent out a little frantically, then found himself speaking with J'onn's words; "he was able to create a makeshift life support system until we reached the moon." Then, with his own words, added, "it was all very erotic. I mean sensual. I mean no, like, sensational, or something, not sexy at all, no siree."
"Really," Bats deadpanned.
Wally sunk down in his chair and decided that hiding under the table might not be such a bad idea, blushing furiously. "Really," he squeaked, deciding his mouth was a dangerous thing and he'd better quit while he was already behind with this whole talking thing. It didn't help that J'onn was laughing at him over their link, looking serene and aloof as always.
Bastard.
My parentage was well documented in the past.
J'onn had given him just enough of a nudge to be distracting enough so that they wouldn't have to explain themselves. Wally shook his head and let out a little huffy noise, which got him some more funny looks and a kick from Diana to behave himself. He would have blamed J'onn, but somehow, he doubted that they'd buy it, which amused the Martian even more. If Wally had stolen some of J'onn's serenity, J'onn had stolen some of Wally's social strategy. Such as it was.
I didn't know you were evil.
You never asked.
Eventually, there was nothing left to do on the Watchtower but transport back to Central City and home, to his tiny apartment, his baleful-eyed red betta fish Sharkbait, the messy bedroom cluttered with clothes and scattered running shoes, a fridge in dire need of cleaning and re-stocking. Wally fed the fish, sorted the clothes, scavenged up dinner, and got used to the idea of being by himself, with J'onn like a presence on the edges of his thoughts. An almost tangible feeling sometimes, like fingers in his hair.
During the night, J'onn went into one of his meditative states and woke Wally up with it, but he was getting used to that, too.
They didn't see each other again for some time, but each always had an idea of where the other was, what they were doing, how they were feeling. He got the idea that J'onn was very close a few times, but he refused to elaborate, teasing Wally's suspicious mind.
A few days later, he got a call at his desk in the lab, and answered distracted by a partial print on a flake of latex paint. "Forensics, West speaking."
"Hello, this is Jessica Green, from the Weekly World News. I was wondering if you could give me some quotes on your thoughts about aliens living on Earth for an article I'm writing, "Green Men Among Us."
"Aliens? Article?"
"Over dinner." Wally frowned, poking J'onn telepathically, only to find him distantly amused. Sneaky, sly aliens indeed.
You're supposed to answer now.
"Uh, yeah, sure. Do you like seafood?"
"Actually, I had something else in mind already, a little more Italian. I think you'll like it."
Flick & Slice was a pizza place off 73rd Street and Main. It was also a movie theater, showing Mars Attacks! of all the damned things.
Jessica was already waiting, chewing on a breadstick and grinning conspiratorially as Wally walked over and gave her a once-over. She had green dyed hair pulled back messily and sticking up everywhere in a pair of hair sticks that glittered with glass beads dangling from the tops, thick black glasses, pale gray eyes, tattoos covering her arms in the patterns of flowering vines, shown off with a little black sleeveless top that laced up the front, and jeans held up with a belt woven out of steel rings. Hardly what he was expecting, and he eyed her with mock suspicion.
"What were you expecting?"
"As if you didn't know already."
"It's more fun when you tell me," she said playfully, then sipped at her soda with a straw, winking at him.
I didn't know you had it in you, Wally thought as he sat down and shrugged out of his bomber jacket, but Jessica waggled a finger at him.
"None of that, we're supposed to be normal right now."
"Oh, right, of course, silly me. The two most normal people in the world," he said dramatically, waving the breadstick around.
"Writing about aliens doesn't make me weird," Jessica said, "and call me Jess."
"Jess. Heh." Wally smirked when he noticed she'd ordered a pumpkin ale for him instead of soda, and she winked.
"I also ordered six large pepperoni."
"Six?"
"I explained that we're both compulsive eaters," she replied innocently.
"Aren't you supposed to be interviewing me? I think they might not like it if we talked through the movie," he said, gesturing at the crowded tables full of teenagers around them.
Jess pulled the end off an extra straw, and blew on it, sending the paper wrapper into Wally's nose. "I think I've got a good idea what you'd say."
"I'm glad one of us does, because I have no idea who you are," he laughed, crumpling the paper up into a little ball and tossing it back at her.
"If all the world's a stage, just think of me as... the universal understudy."
"Ah-haah."
They waited for the pizza by throwing more projectiles at each other, every time pushing their chairs ever so slightly closer, until she squeezed his knee under the table. "To tell you the truth, I really hate this movie," Jess whispered conspiratorially.
"So why are we here?"
"So I won't be compelled to watch it."
"The lady has a better idea?" he whispered, breathing in the smell of dusty spice in her hair that was so distinctively J'onn's, and sent a twinge of longing through him suddenly. "I think you're wrong. You've very weird."
She turned her head up at that, bringing their faces close enough the he felt her breath on his lips and lost his own along the way. They were going to kiss; it was a certainty. But Wally wasn't sure if it would be right to love at J'onn's guises and never at him like this. The gray eyes glowed orange at the edges, and she smiled a very J'onn-like little smile. "What do you think we were doing, for all that time?"
"That's a good point."
"I've got plenty of those."
"You'll have to teach me."
"Maybe later. If you're good." She smirked and stuck out her bottom lip a little more, a look of mischievous seduction.
It was entirely possible to hide things from each other, and Wally had a suspicion J'onn was doing all this for his benefit, and Jess's face reflected the idea had been picked up, and she shook her head. It was suggested once that I needed to reconnect with humanity. I spent a long time learning to love and be many things.
When they kissed, they didn't stop. The pizza was ignored for the touch of her small waist and nibbling at those painted lips, and the movie unseen for her eyes glowing in the dark and the taste of her tongue. Wally thought he could learn to worship every line of ink on her arms and even how her roots were showing under the dark green dye.
And thusly did a strange kind of courtship begin; Wally would get a call at work, or a message left at home from someone new, with a time and a place to meet. Sometimes in the city, or all over the world. A tea room in Moscow with an older Russian woman with a heavy cross resting in her bosoms that spoke in a heavy accent and held unlit cigarettes in her lips. A quiet librarian at a pub in New York that blushed behind wire-rimmed glasses, but had magnificent brown curls when Wally freed her hair from a messy bun. A roguish biker from California that met him in an Australian drag race outside Sydney, that murmured what he would do to him with his cock and a pair of masterful hands.
Over a dozen people, most of which hid away with him to kiss and fondle, but Wally never slept with any of them. As much fun as this game was, as much as he loved every one, the whole thing terrified him when a kissed breast was bared or the occasional swelling manhood pressed against him, and they would kiss a bit more, and go their own way home.
It was John Jones, inviting him back to his spartan apartment in Denver for popcorn and an old copy of Lolita, that asked him why.
Wally considered the question for half of it, chewing thoughtfully while he rubbed his left foot against J'onn's right. As things were between them now, it wasn't every thought that he read, like impressions from each other, snippets of words or images. He could tell J'onn was concerned about it, thinking he was doing something wrong. He was comfortable with John, could (and did) spend all night licking Jess, but...
They both realized what it was at the same instant, and began staring at each other in wonder. It wasn't that there was anything wrong with any of them.
None of them were J'onn, the quiet green alien with impossibly dry humour and an unearthly voice that carried even when he spoke softly, or would be given to just one ear. That saved his life so many times; and once so profoundly it was like he was still doing it. That echoed through his mind ever since.
Conventional sex loses it's appeal when faced with memories of being wrapped up in a shape-shifter.
When J'onn heard that last thought, clear as day, he began chuckling, his face slowly turning green and his clothes all shrinking away until there was a green Martian laughing in an echoey Martian way.
Wally was in love.
It brought tears to his eyes, that he could admit such a thing to himself. Part of him still figured it was just a part of sharing for so long. Living pieces of themselves in each others' lives. When he wasn't there, it was like heartbreak, being so empty as to think a part of you was torn away. Wasn't that what love was?
J'onn confessed knowing something like this might happen; but he didn't have a choice. Neither of them felt particularly sorry about it.
His tears dried up, and he grinned. It softened into a smile as J'onn began to wrap himself around him in tendrils. It was very strange; and it felt amazing.
They could no longer tell where J'onn ended and Wally began.
Curling around him was effortless, and it felt to the skin like warmth; radiant and tingling. Being caressed by little orgasms. Something like electrical discharges, and he understood how he formed himself to do it. J'onn could do so many things, and Wally knew about every one. Especially with his knowledge of human physiology. It wasn't sex; it was a master playing his instrument with his very soul.
They might have been floating, as Wally’s body could do nothing but shudder as pleasure itself was pulling at his erection and flowing under his skin, short-circuiting his brain delightfully.
Wally must have passed out, because he was jolted awake, still on the couch, by a loud banging on the door.
He was still fully dressed, and by himself, so he shook himself presentable and answered it. It was an a middle-aged man with a potbelly filling out a white undershirt, looking bed-tousled and less than pleased.
"Do you have any fucking idea what time it is, you little punk? You've been hollerin' and carrying on for hours now, not answering the door, like it isn't three fucking forty five! Do you get that?"
Wally found that his voice was shot, and what meant to be a polite if somewhat bewildered reply came out as a croak as he realized he'd been screaming. He looked sheepish until the guy flipped him off and stormed away to no doubt swear some more, than wake his wife Gilda back up to complain for at least another hour. Wally rolled his eyes as John stood innocently in the kitchen doorway.
You can't fool me, I know your dark secret.
Which one?
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on 2006-11-11 04:19 pm (UTC)The ending made me laugh out loud. Poor neighbors... They wished they had their own shape shifting alien lover :P
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on 2006-11-11 09:04 pm (UTC)I'm sure they do; I mean, who wouldn't? I'm jealous. XD
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on 2006-11-11 09:08 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-11-11 04:52 pm (UTC)M'y'riah. and Khy'm, if you ever need hers.
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on 2006-11-11 09:04 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-11-11 07:46 pm (UTC)::gets out a cigarette to smoke::
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on 2006-11-11 09:06 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-11-12 03:31 pm (UTC)::takes another drag off the cigarette::
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on 2006-11-11 07:50 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-11-11 09:11 pm (UTC)I'm glad I could pull it off. :D
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on 2006-11-11 08:01 pm (UTC)ahem. I'm so behind my reading, I have yet to catch up with the Pirates of Vengance! but this, mmm, this was great! Your J'onn voice is perfect, so colected and full of love, he's so captable! and hs wry humor is great, hilarious in its mischief. And Wally just.. goes with the flow, he gives as good as he gets. This is really sweet, really full of love. Your depiction of alien sex is great! very... sensual, to quote Wally XD
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on 2006-11-11 09:18 pm (UTC)See, J'onn is one of those characters I'm intimidated to write; so it's a relief to hear it's alright. XD
A lot of Wally actually came out of this one Justice League America comic where the bad guy goes on about how Wally doesn't have a lot of willpower. It kinda got cooked up with the rest; like, how would he react, if that's true, to an outside mental influence that wasn't trying to control him. So he was kinda an experiment, too, heh.
Alien sex is wicked fun. XD
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on 2006-11-12 04:59 am (UTC)They should totally honeymoon on that moon.
Very, very good job.
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on 2006-11-12 05:33 am (UTC)I'm having crazy fun telling a story from so much inside someone's head. I'm glad you're into the descriptions that came out of it. :D
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on 2006-11-12 05:46 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-11-12 06:22 am (UTC)I'm glad you like it. :)
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on 2006-11-12 01:32 pm (UTC)I admit I was relieved that Wally preferred J'onn's actual self to his semblances; I believe that makes me a giant sap. :)
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on 2006-11-13 05:08 am (UTC)I'm glad it's working so far.
J'onn/Wally
on 2006-11-12 06:08 pm (UTC)Too good to pass up.
Re: J'onn/Wally
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on 2006-11-12 09:08 pm (UTC)i...wow.
that was really...yeah.
guh.
do this more.
i'd be interested in a j'onn/clark or a j'onn/bruce....
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on 2006-11-13 05:09 am (UTC)I would do those, too, but I'd need the inspiration first. XD
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on 2006-11-13 05:20 am (UTC)if you have any ideas, you should let me know, too.
it's been a while since i've drawn for you...
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on 2006-11-13 05:38 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-11-13 05:41 am (UTC)oh doitdoitdoit!!!!
you know your ideas best, after all ^^
and i could draw one too.
*artbuddies!*
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on 2006-11-13 05:47 am (UTC)I would totally love it if you did, too. XD You have no idea.
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on 2006-11-13 05:48 am (UTC)and hey - are you online?
*goes to poke you*
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on 2007-01-04 06:53 am (UTC)I love how J'onn is very silly, he just doesn't express it much, so I had to play with it. Especially with Wally being the recipiant. I'm glad you liked it. XD
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on 2007-02-10 12:59 pm (UTC)This was greatly awesome. I especially liked the passages--on the planet and then later--where they don't bother to use dialogue at all. That must have been quite a challenge to write! J'onn is just great here--so dry, so funny, so lonely. And the sex was gorgeous! J'onn should get so much more nookie in fics, because a good writers could do so much with him...
Loved it!
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on 2007-02-10 09:49 pm (UTC)I agree that J'onn should be able to see more action. He deserves it. XD
Thank you! :)
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on 2008-01-31 06:17 am (UTC)Honestly, I don't do much with J'onn, he like... intimidates me. Left and right. The idea of the initial emergency came... and there it was.
I'm so glad you're reading JL fic, it's a wonderful thing it is, and I hope you find lots more you like. :D