Justice League Pornography Story: Friends Book 3 Chapter 7

Mates:
Book Three: Chapter Seven

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Blood.

Gushing
over his hands, sticky in substance. So much…too much.

Hand…his
hand?

No..

Not
his hand.

No.
Don’t go. Don’t die.

Come
back…

Don’t…

DON’T
DIE! NO!

J’onn
wrenched himself awake with a strangled sound, trembling too
much to do more then stare for a few seconds.
He
managed
to turn himself
over
onto
his
left side
before his stomach decided to empty it’s contents on the ground. The
image…burnedengrained
in his head, playing itself over and over again. Blood. So much
blood…

Out.
Getitoutgetitoutgetitout! It
refused
to
leave, choosing instead
to
stay,
playing before his eyes over and over again,
taunting him.

Is
this how Bruce feels?
He wondered bleakly, pushing
himself into something
resembling a
sitting position. “Unng…” His body throbbed wildly in
protest, causing him to wonder just how long he’d been out. It had to
have been a few days…why else would he be so damn sore?

Well,
at least he wasn’t alone;
the
others were sprawled out in varying positions nearby.
J’onn smiled softly at seeing Flash and Diana curled up together next
to a pile of leaves. They looked peaceful together. He felt a spike
of envy; Bruce was far away from him…

Next
to Superman.

Golden
eyes narrowed sharply, only to widen several seconds later as he
realized…

None
of them were breathing.

No.

No!

The
Martian dashed
forward, only to grunt
as his body collapsed on itself. He
gritted
his teeth painfully as he was forced to crawl inch by torturous
inch
toward his mate’s body. Yes, Shayera was closest, but he didn’t care
about her at all. All he cared about was Bruce.

Who
wasn’t breathing. Who
was too
far away. Couldn’t make it. Just a little further.

Centimeter
by torturous
centimeter he moved, until he couldn’t move at all. He lost
consciousness as he was half-way there, reaching his hand out towards
his mate.

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When
he woke up again, it was only
for
a few seconds. The world was hazy and the most he was able to make
out was the purple sky and the fact that it was snowing.

Couldn’t
move. S-so cold…There was ice over all of them and he grimly
wondered if any of them had even made it through
the ride
or if their bodies simply hadn’t been strong enough.

Hated
them for that…hated that they were able to die right off, unaware,
while he had to su…

Something
twitched in his hand.

Unable
to lift his head up to see, he had to resort to squeezing whatever
it–hand. There was a hand in his. It
was cold and it was stiff, but it was a hand.

This
time he did
lift
his head up, and what he managed to see for the few seconds he’d been
able to focus made his spirit soar.

Sometime
during his blackout, Bruce had grabbed his hand, and was still
holding it with a frightening intensity.

There
was a pulse.
Slow
as it was, it was strong and it was there,
beating
beneath his cold, stiff fingers.

J’onn
smiled as the snow piled on top of him, before fading away again.

()

There
was a something crackling nearby, blazing
orange through his eyelids.

Fire,
his mind supplied not-so-helpfully, and he cringed, instinctively
moving away from the flames. He
had barely gone a few inches when
his body sent sharp twinges of pain through
his limbs and
he hissed, eyes springing open.

The
snow was gone,
leaving in its wake annoyingly bright flowers that waved
next to his head, showing off their colors. A hand appeared in his
vision, adding another log to the fire. Gloved. Black. Batman.

“Ba..t..mann…”
Hurt to talk. Felt like he hadn’t moved in ages. Which,
now that he thought on it,
was probably true.

“You’re
awake this time?” his mate’s emotionless tone shouldn’t have
brought him such relief, but
it did. So much…

“Nnn.”

Batman
sighed, and moved towards him, limping heavily but managing it all
the same. How
could he move? The pain was nearly blinding him after the few minutes
hed been conscious. How
long had he been awake?
He gasped as the dark
knight
grabbed onto his arm and started moving it around. Took him several
minutes, about
until the
pain finally evened out, but
he realized what his mate was doing. Exercising
the
muscles.

“Hateyou…unnn…hateyouhateyouhateyouuuuuuuuu
Bruce! Stop it!” Damn
that
hurt.

“Join
the club,” Shayera muttered from the sidelines, and that was
when he finally noticed she was awake as well. The way she
moved…choppy and entirely stiff, as if she wasn’t quite used to
doing it yet. So she’d waken up after Br–

“HATE
Y–NN!” As
soon as he could move, he
was going to
kill B–ahhh!

When
he was finally able to tolerate moving his left arm,
first thing he did was claw at his mate’s face. Something, anything
to make him stop.
Batman batted his hand away impassively, and J’onn noticed there was
a faint outline of a bruise on his jaw, along with the nice scratches
he’d added. “W-who..?”

“Stupid
bastard doesn’t understand the word stop,”
another voice came from his right, which he managed pinpoint
as
Flashs.

White
slits narrowed slightly. “You can move now.”

“Because
that’s such
an
improvement,” came the scathing reply.

“Yes,
I think I would
have
preferred it if you couldnt move, much less talk,” J’onn
growled out before Batman could answer, glaring heatedly at Flash. He
hated
the way he was talking to Bruce. And he’d struck
him?
He’d dared
to
hit his mate?!

Flash
was lucky
he
couldn’t move anything
other then
his left arm right now. As if sensing his thoughts the speedster
scowled at him, before walking off, limping even more than Hawk Girl
had. Which was wo–

J’onn
let out a sharp hiss as stern fingers prodded rather harshly, sharply
bringing
him out of his thoughts. Blindly,
he went
to claw at Bruce again, only for the prodding to ease up slightly.

That
was when he realized that the pain hadn’t spiked ever since he’d
growled at Flash. Was…?
Yes.
Batman *was* prodding more gently.

The
waves of anger that had been surrounding him for as long as he could
remember (how sad was it that he couldn’t remember a time before
this?) lifted ever so slightly. Enough that he was able to gently
caress his mate’s jaw line. “My apologies,” he murmured
softly, managing a smile when Bruce’s body relaxed.

Suddenly,
the world around them dimmed. There was no anger, no hatred. Just a
feeling of peace that wrapped its way around them. Batman leaned
over, pressing their lips together. No lust, just a show of
affection. A way of saying he appreciated that Jonn had defended
him. He
felt
his eyes shut of their own accord as he savored this moment. So
nice…

Just
as quickly, it was gone, the world extending again, and J’onn
blinked, sitting up painlessly. It was gone. No stiffness whatsoever.
He felt his lip twitch as he noticed the stiffness in Batmans
movements had eased as well. Flash was definitely not
going
to like this at all.

Flash.
All
of a sudden the anger had returned, surging through his body as he
swiftly stood up, intending on putting that bastard
in his place. Yes, he was going to kill
the
speedster for what hed done

You
did the same thing. The previous warmth had left, cold aloofness
returning and Jonn
scowled, hating that it was back. Im allowed
to
strike you. He is not.
This made perfect sense to the
Martian
in his current state of mind.

Apparently
Batman also agreed, for he said nothing but stared at him with those
ridiculous white
slits
he called eyes.
He hated that cowl.
Hated
not
being able to see whatever emotion was flashing in those blue orbs.

I
dont wear it to please you Jonn. More importantly, he hated
how
Bruce had no concept of personal boundaries and continued to invade
his thoughts. Speaking on annoying creatures

Oh.
Its awake. Supermans voice was full of disappointment and
scorn as he entered the campsite and sat down next to his
Bruce.

Jonn
felt his brow furrow in annoyance, only to smooth out as he took in
how that the oaf was limping. Does it hurt
Kryptonian? Uncharacteristic
scorn laced the words.

Much
more now that youre awake, Martian.

Sat
up, and began dusting his cape off, noting with smug satisfaction at
how it didnt hurt him
to
move at all. The smugness disappeared as the oaf continued, Nice
to see you finally awake. Of course, since I woke up
first,
I
was the onewho
got to

Shut
up Clark, Batman cut in, monotone voice carrying a silent
warning.

Golden
eyes narrowed. What had the oaf been about to say?

since
I woke up
first,
I
was the one who
got to

To
what?

What
would possibly
make Superman
wear
that insufferable smirk, as if hed had
something
over Jonn? The answer came to him and he felt his rage boil even
more. Batman.
Something to do with his mate, he was sure

since
I woke up first

If
Batman helped the others get moving again, then who had
helped…?

The
last of the puzzle fell into place and with a snarl he launched
himself at Superman. They landed to the ground with a slight thud,
his hands wrapping around the kryptonians thick neck, his
vice grip not
letting up no matter how
many
punches he received.

Ill
kill you! I SWEAR TO HRONMEER I WILL
KILL YOU!
Each
word rang with a chilling clarity.

Batman
ignored them and continued to stoke the fire. Eventually, Jonn and
Superman would tire themselves out. All he had to do was simply wait
it
out, and —

GET
OFF HIM JONN! Suddenly the Flash was
trying to pull the
Martian off,
which
resulted in him
starting
an assault
on the speedster, clearly
having not
forgotten
his earlier assault on his mate. With
vengeance in mind, Jonn
launched an attack on the only body part he could reach while still
strangling Clark, and he was proud to say that he bit hard enough to
draw blood.

Son
of a–! Flash jerked his hand away, which was now
bleeding
profusely.

That
of course, blew the last of the metas patience as he gave out a
shrill war-cry and proceeded to bite
back,
resulting in a firm kick to the groin. Before long, the other three
members had joined in the brawl and Batman was left on the outside,
watching with impassionate eyes as his teammates proceeded to beat
the shit out of each other. He knew he should try to stop thembut
he didnt care enough to. They
would stop eventuallyprobably.

Let
them beat each other to death for all he cared; it just made things
easier for him. Fewer
team mates meant
fewer people. Fewer people meant
less noise. Less noise meant that he could finally concentrate

Jonn
let out a pained
yelp.

Before
Bruce was even aware of what he was doing, all the battling
parties
had ceased their fighting, clutching at their heads in pain.

DAMNIT
Bats! Lantern shouted above the piercing shrill that was currently
running through his mind. Knock it off!

When
the pain finally eased up, they had all been dragged off each other
and Batman was pulling his mate towards where the pond was, no doubt
to clean off all the blood the Martian was covered in.

Superman
smirked. He
was about to
project a very loud and crude
thought
when a firm, Dont
even think about it, echoed
in his mind.

He
scowled. The Martian started it.

Shayera
rolled her eyes, giving her ankle an experimental wiggle. No
breaks,
just sprained. I didnt see you trying to stop it.

He
had his hands around my throat! the
blue-clad man cried indignantly.

Unless
his hands were made out of kryptonite, you really dont have a firm
argument, Lantern pointed out, giving a gash on his arm a prod.
Not that deep; wouldnt need stitches.

Clark
averted his eyes, rubbing his throat tenderly. The strange thing was,
Jonn really had
been
suffocating him. His
punches had been fueled
by a
very real
desperation
to get the Martian off, because for some reason, he hadnt been
able to breathe.
Not that he needed to, he could survive without air for a very long
time, but damn if it didnt freak him out. He wasnt used to
being strangled.
Hadnt been expecting that at all.

Ill
kill you! I SEAR TO HRONMEER I WILL
KILL YOU!

Maybeit
would be for the best if I justdidnt mention Bruce around him?

He
smirked, anger drowning out what little common sense might
have
been brought to the surface. Nah.