What is Me and What is Mine

by Weirdness Magnet
March 17, 2004

Disclaimers: These boys belong to DC. The Lifetime Network and Jerry Springer don't belong to me either, and Elmo the Muppet belongs to the Children's Television Workshop. I don't own them and no disrespect is intended in my borrowing them for a while.

Spoilers: Minor ones for Teen Titans #6.

Summary: Kon's been watching too much television. It has unusual results for Tim and Dick.

Ratings Note/Warnings: NC-17. Sex, and lots of it. But not with Muppets. Get your minds out of the gutter, people, geez.

Author's Note: The title comes from Lawrence Balter, who wrote, "Self-centeredness is a natural outgrowth of one of the toddler's major concerns: What is me and what is mine...? This is why most toddlers are incapable of sharing ... to a toddler, what's his is what he can get his hands on.... When something is taken away from him, he feels as though a piece of him--an integral piece--is being torn from him."

Acknowledgments: To the beautiful, charming, *patient* Te for audiencing and the new appreciation I have for boxer shorts and wire monkeys. Also for the Jack and Reilael for making me get off (on?) my ass and *write*.


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Television doesn't teach you how to be human. Or it doesn't teach you *enough*, Kon decides.

There's a lot about human behavior he doesn't quite understand yet, a side effect from spending his early life in a giant test tube. Kon had hoped television might give him a clue about how people work. Bart tried to explain psychology to him once, but wouldn't stop talking about wire monkeys for some reason, so Kon gave up and looked to the TV for guidance.

So far, he's discovered people think an awful lot about sex and good hygiene, which should lead to sex. He's also learned the symptoms of about every eating disorder in existence, many home improvement skills, the appropriate uses of chintz, that Jerry Springer is a big fat idiot, that childbirth is gross, the finer points of New York state law, and that the father and son on that TLC motorcycle show have issues rivaling the Batfamily's. Maybe. If the Bat-clan yelled with New Jersey accents.

Oh, and that Elmo-Muppet insists that sharing is important. He should remind Bart about that the next time the guy hogs the remote.

He knows that TV isn't like real life, but Kon finds himself watching his teammates more carefully, looking for things that might be off, even for this group. Like when Cassie looked like she had lost weight and Kon started monitoring whether she went to the bathroom right after meals, which got him some funny looks. Or when Gar was acting sneaky, hiding stuff and leaving the Tower late at night. Kon followed him once and is still trying to repress memories of Gar's performance at that poetry slam.

Watching the 24-hour news channels doesn't help Kon's paranoia.

Television makes Kon aware of things he hadn't thought of. Things that could go wrong and probably will. It makes him want to be more careful, to be everywhere at once, to protect people.

It makes him watch everyone more carefully.

He snorts at the thought. Tim would be proud, if he knew.

And who knows? Tim might.

Tim might even be aware of Kon watching him now, talking with Nightwing on the landing pad. Kon wonders if voyeurism is imbedded in the genetic makeup of every super hero. He knows pretty much everyone in the Bat-family has a penchant for peering down from high places, and Wonder Woman has this tendency to appear out of nowhere and kick his ass. He thinks about asking Clark about it sometime, but... no.

Though this tendency to watch Tim from great distances is starting to bother him. Not the act itself, exactly, but how often he finds himself doing it. Sometimes he goes out of his way to track Tim down to just look at him from a distance, watching him training with Gar, or patiently listening to Bart babble about primate behavior ("Wire monkey, Robin! *Wire monkey*!"). Kon's hearing is good and his vision is getting better by the day and he's pretty sure that he'd be able to track Tim two miles away, at least.

Kon tries not to think about that too much.

Instead, he squints and watches Tim and Nighw-- no, *Dick* on the landing pad. Kon still can't believe that the man told him his name. It's even harder to believe that anyone would willingly call himself 'Dick'.

Dick's visits are becoming more frequent, and Kon wonders if things in Bludhaven have gotten that boring or if something else is up. Maybe something that Dick doesn't want Batman to know about.

*That's* an unsettling thought. He's seen Batman when he's... displeased.

Kon narrows his eyes, gets a better view of their conversation. It's far enough away that their voices are a whisper in his hearing, but he's getting good at reading lips from keeping the TV's volume turned down late at night.

Tim's got his arms folded under the cape, body tense, like he's waiting for a punch. Dick's doing his usual casual thing, making it look like leaning against a big metal plane is maybe just another move for male models or something, but then he moves out of his lean and--

--strokes his thumb across Tim's cheek. Kon's distance vision blurs when his eyes widen, but he forces himself to focus.

Tim turns away from the touch, and it's too far to hear everything but, "--ot here. We--" something something "--careful."

"Coward." Dick nuzzles at Tim's throat.

Kon focuses his hearing. He's getting good at this.

Tim says, "I mean it. There's *fliers* here and if you think they won't find us--"

Dick *pulls* Tim in, squeezes his ass and kisses his throat. Tim's body is taut and his hands are pushing against Dick's shoulders, struggling in Dick's grasp but the taller man *has* Tim and he's not letting go. Tim turns his head until he's looking--

Oh god. Tim's *looking right at Kon*, his expression a mixture of pleading and apology.

Dick lets Tim go, and magically produces a wad of light blue fabric from somewhere in his skintight uniform. Dick smirks and says, "You forgot these last time."

Kon concentrates. The wad is a tightly folded pair of... boxer shorts.

"Nightwing," Tim's jaw is clenched. "Not. Here."

Dick's eyes roll. "God, you're uptight. Fine. Let's take it inside."

Tim and Kon watch Nightwing enter the Tower. Tim looks in Kon's direction and Kon isn't sure if Tim actually *knows* Kon's there, but Tim's face twists into something almost painful before he follows Dick inside.

When he wants to, Kon can fly very, very fast. He makes it inside, finds Dick in Tim's room and has him hoisted off the floor by the throat and only broke the sound barrier that once.

Dick looks almost surprised and probably knows a dozen ways to get out of this hold, but Kon's *strong* and extends his aura just enough and Dick's not going anywhere. He just hangs there, feet dangling with his big gloved hands clutching at Kon's forearm.

"Tell me what you did to him and I'll let you live." The words are out before Kon can stop them.

Dick tries to get his fingers into a better position, but Kon only has to tighten his grasp a little to make Dick stop. "You know a lot of ways to get free. If you do any of them, I promise, I will make it hurt more."

Dick's eyes move past him. "Put him down." Tim's voice.

Kon doesn't turn. "He hurt you."

"What are you talking about?"

"He did *something* bad to you. I saw the way you two were talking."

"What...? Oh, shit. *Shit.* No, Kon, he didn't. Now put him down."

"No."

"Kon." Tim's using his I'm-giving-you-one-chance-to-live voice, and Kon hears the click of a Batarang. Even if it's one of the explosive ones, it won't actually *hurt* Kon, but it will rearrange the room pretty effectively. *Tim* will move out of range, but the blast *would* hurt Dick if Kon doesn't let go. The thought is comforting.

Though he's conscious, Dick's not making a sound and he's not struggling enough to make Kon happy. Dick's just looking from Tim to Kon, like the argument's between them and he's not involved.

"He gave you a pair of your boxer shorts," Kon says.

"Yeah? So?" Tim's good, but Kon still hears the hesitation.

"I saw it once; this guy gave a girl back her underwear after he... raped her." So he saw it on a "Lifetime" movie. It still counts.

Kon looks at Tim. "If he did anything--"

Tim grimaces, puts the Batarang away. "I said, he didn't. It wasn't--What we did was. Consensual."

Long moment while Kon processes. Tim doesn't look at him and Dick *is* looking at him and very carefully not moving at all in Kon's grasp. Kon slowly, slowly puts Dick back on the floor and Kon knows his expression is fucked up. For once, Kon hopes he looks exactly like the colossal jackass he is.

"I'm... um. Sorry. I didn't know you two were... together," Kon chokes on the word and concentrates hard on looking at the floor.

He feels Tim move towards him more than he sees it. "Kon, it's. It's not... what you think. We're, um--"

"No, really. I was out of line. I just... when I saw you and Dick, and you were upset, and I assumed--"

"No, Kon, it's just that, well. Dick and I... it's complicated, but--"

There's a laughing, coughing sound and Kon looks up to see Dick nearly doubled over and rubbing at this neck. Dick's *grinning* and laughter chokes its way out of his throat. "No, it's really not complicated." Dick does this *huge* eye roll that Kon knows has to hurt. "What Tim is so eloquently trying to say is: it's not exclusive."

Kon blinks and looks at Tim, who's... also blinking. "Really?"

"Um. Yeah. I mean. Yeah. We're not together. Exactly."

"Oh." Kon tries to think of something that won't sound dumb. "Um. You knew I was watching you. On the roof."

"Of *course* he knew," Dick says. "You've been following him for *weeks*, Kon. No offense, but you're not what we in the masked-vigilante business call 'subtle'."

Tim sighs hard, the shoulder slump barely visible under the cape. "Kon, I meant to tell you. I didn't want you to find out about it this way."

"Oh." Kon scrubs a hand through his hair, and tries to figure out where to go with this.

Dick does another of those painful-looking eye rolls. "Oh, for God's sake. Will you two kiss already?"

Tim blinks again. Kon feels the blush creeping into his hairline.

Kon congratulates himself on not looking down or shuffling his feet. "So. Um, you have a... thing. For me?"

"Um. Yeah. I mean... yeah." And Tim shifts away slightly, the way he does during practice when he's bracing himself and doesn't want his opponent to see it.

Kon frowns. "Then why are you sleeping with Dick?"

"I'm-- hey! *You're* the one macking on Wonder Girl on the roof!"

"It was just that once, and I got my *ass* kicked for it, thank you!"

Kon feels Dick grab the back of his neck, and sees him grab Tim's neck the same way. "You two are going to kiss if I have to smash your skulls together to do it."

"Uh." And Kon's not going to stop feeling like an idiot anytime soon, apparently, but at least Tim looks as confused as he *feels*.

Tim looks... his mouth... his mouth looks really *soft*. And this isn't exactly how Kon pictured his first kiss with Tim. Or any of them, actually. But Kon strokes his thumb where the mask meets the skin and Tim's lips are soft and warm and chaste in the first moment until Tim starts kissing him back. Tim's lips move against his in a way Kon can only describe as *alive*, and once Tim sucks on his tongue Kon stops paying attention to anything else, only barely aware that Dick has moved away.

Kon feels a hand slip between them and opens his eyes to see Dick standing behind Tim and removing the cape. Dick's stripped off his own shirt and now he's working on the hidden catches of Tim's tunic. "Don't mind me," Dick tells him, tossing the cape and tunic aside. "I'm making my own fun. As you were."

And even *knowing*... it's hard to believe that Tim would *let* Nightwing do that, but Tim just keeps kissing him, only moving enough to help Dick *strip* him.

Which is... Kon's not entirely thrilled about having an audience, especially *Nightwing*, but a glance at the purple finger-shaped welts on the man's throat and he decides not to protest. And Dick did reveal Tim's wonderful *skin*, soft and smooth aside from the occasional scar, and Kon's running his hands across Tim's shoulders and chest, biting his jaw and reveling in the tiny whimpers that Tim can't seem to bite back. Kon licks his way into Tim's mouth, and Tim *groans* into the kiss and and it takes a minute before Kon realizes he has nothing to do with the sounds Tim's making.

He breaks off the kiss and looks over Tim's shoulder to find Dick kneeling on the floor, Tim's tights pulled down around his thighs and cheeks spread, and Dick's *licking* him. Tim's face is buried in Kon's shoulder and he's moaning, clutching Kon's shoulders to hold himself up. Dick's making satisfied sounds but pulls off and *grins* when he sees Kon looking at him.

"He *loves* this, don't you, Tim?"

Tim whimpers. Kon strokes between Tim's shoulder blades.

Dick's eyes narrow. "Want to try?"

Tim stills and Kon swallows hard. Instead he draws Tim as close to his body as he can with one hand without crushing him, reaches down and spreads him with the other.

"You're doing fine," he tells Dick.

Dick grins and Tim gasps at the feel of the tongue against him. Kon bites and sucks at Tim's neck and shoulder, rides the little humping thrusts of Tim's hips as Tim tries to get leverage, to get away, get *something*, and his fingers are digging *hard* into Kon's back but Kon's holding him and Dick's making Tim make those *sounds* and Kon feels his cock shoot pre-come in his shorts. He needs to get naked, and soon.

Tim's panting against his shoulder when Dick stands up. Dick's face is flushed and sweaty and he *presses* against Tim's back and strokes Tim's hair.

"He loves that," Dick tells Kon, "but it makes him come pretty fast."

"Tim can... come from that?"

"Yep." Dick smiles and pulls Tim's head back so he's leaning against Dick's shoulder. Tim is flushed and panting and *needing*, and Kon wants to fix it and make Tim never look any other way.

"What do you need?" Dick whispers in Tim's ear. "Tell us. We'll do anything you want." Dick's look is playful and burning.

Tim whimpers, digs his fingers into Kon's shoulder.

Dick's smiling into Tim's ear, but he's *looking* at Kon. "Do you want us to fuck you?"

And Kon swallows hard, because this is *not* how he wanted it to be, and he's not ready for this yet and that when he *is* ready he wants Dick to be far, far away from them. Perhaps on Mars.

And *Tim's* looking at Kon with something that's not quite fear but close to run-away-now, but Kon swallows hard again, kisses Tim's cheek and says, "Dick will... take care of that. I can do. Other things. Right, Dick?"

Dick gives Kon an understanding look, kisses Tim's other cheek. "Kon and I will take good care of you."

Tim inhales, and nods sharply.

Kon lays Tim out on the bed, pulls his boots and tights off the rest of the way. Tim's cock is dark and leaking and Kon can't resist bending down and licking a droplet off the tip. Tim is salty and sweet and *bucks*.

"Kon, please--"

"All in good time." Dick tosses lube and a battered box of condoms on the bed, then shucks off his own boots and pants. "You should get undressed."

Kon doesn't really want to move, because Tim is sprawled on the bed and *moving* into the light touches Kon's giving his cock. But Tim tugs at Kon's t-shirt, so Kon pulls it over his head. Tim makes a pleased sound, brushes a callused finger across Kon's chest. Kon forces himself not to lean into the touch and gets up to take off his jeans.

Dick's eyes widen as soon as Kon strips off his boxers. "Oh, my." Dick taps Tim's shoulder and points. "Tim, look."

Kon forces himself not to get a complex. "What?"

"You're... intact."

Kon looks down at his cockhead nudging out of the foreskin. "So?"

Dick takes a deep breath. "Patience is a virtue, patience is a virtue, Tim first..." Dick hops on the bed and kneels next to Tim, tugging him up. "And by the way, Tim, you have *excellent* taste in men."

Tim's on his knees, Dick behind him and slicking his fingers. Kon's willing to follow Dick's lead on this and settles in front of Tim, kisses him and pets his face. Tim's leaking steadily and Kon resists the urge to stroke him. Tim gasps against Kon's mouth, and Kon knows Dick's fingers must be pushing in.

"Breathe, Tim," Kon whispers, feeling stupid. He *knows* Tim's done this before, and Dick's probably done it more than Kon wants to think about, but. Kon hasn't.

"Nnn, s'good, it's just--" Tim rocks his hips back onto Dick's fingers.

"Easy, Tim," Dick gasps. "Take it slow." His voice is ragged and too hoarse to be a command.

"I *can't*." Tim's voice is frustrated, his expression almost angry when he looks at Kon. "I need it. I -- Kon. I need to come..."

Kon bites his lip, has to squeeze his own cock to keep from coming. "Do it, Dick. Now."

Dick obediently (for once) rolls on the condom, lubes himself, and guides himself in. Kon watches Dick gently pull back on Tim's hips, letting Tim get a feel for it, but Tim is insistent and rocking almost immediately. Tim sits up a little, bracing his hands on Kon's shoulders, and starts *moving* on Dick.

Dick's head falls back. "Nn, god, you're *tight*. Slow. Slow down a little, Tim, you're--oh *Jesus*..."

Kon realizes he's been holding his breath, exhales in a sharp gasp. His cock is *screaming* for attention, leaking steadily but he doesn't dare touch himself. He wants to keep his eyes open, wants to *see* Tim panting and bucking and *riding* Dick, wants to see what Tim really looks like when he comes.

Tim's eyes lock with Kon's. "Touch me, Kon. You want to."

"Yesss." Kon slicks his hand, wraps it around Tim's cock. Tim's pushing back on Dick and thrusting into Kon's slick hand, and Kon can't take his eyes off Tim's cock, appearing and disappearing in his grasp.

"You want to suck me," Tim breathes.

"Yes."

"You want to--nn, fuck--to be inside me."

"God, yes, Tim, anything you want."

"I want you to."

Tim's riding Dick hard now and Dick wraps his arms around Tim and pulls him up and back against Dick's body, so Tim's thrusts are just wriggles pushing Dick deeper inside. Kon moves his hand faster and Dick's breath is ragged, body thrusting *in* and *in* and *in*. Tim's head is tossed back, hips pushing up into Kon's hand until Tim comes with a yell, hot all over Kon's fist. Kon slows his hand but can't stop stroking Tim, has to groan and kiss him through it until Tim's panting against Kon's mouth.

Dick buries his head into Tim's shoulder, thrusting, once, twice, and *groans* his orgasm against Tim's neck. Stills finally and loosens his hold on Tim's chest.

Kon glances around for a towel, but Dick grabs Kon's wrist and *licks* Tim's come off his fingers. Dick's mouth is warm and wet and Kon's cock twitches *hard* in response.

"You've been... very patient," Dick says breathlessly. "Let me take care of that for you."

"Um, you don't, uh, have to--"

And Kon's on his back, Dick sprawled between his legs and holding Kon's cock. "I insist," Dick says with a predatory smirk.

Having his cock scrutinized would be a lot more weird if Dick weren't making such *pleased* noises. Tim settles in next to Kon, tucking an arm beneath Kon's head so Kon's shoulder is effectively pinned. Not that Kon's complaining, because the rest of Tim is pressed along his side and he's flushed and soft and *god*, Kon's never getting out of this bed, and he's never letting Tim leave. Ever. Mr. Sweeny in Detention will have to do without him for a few years.

Tim kisses Kon's face gently, bites his jawline softly. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Um, for what?"

"For making me come so hard I saw *stars*. Freak."

"Hey," Dick says. "I believe I had *something* to do with that, too, you know. Now pay attention, Tim. I'm going to show you what a foreskin's for."

"I *know* what a foreskin's for, *Dick*," Tim protests, but Dick has his hand around Kon's cock and glides the foreskin up and down over the head. Kon bites back a moan and his head hits the mattress hard.

"Nothing like firsthand experience, *Tim*," Dick says, and draws Kon's foreskin up over the head, massages it and then *squeezes* rhythmically. Kon's breathing hard through his mouth, blowing it out, trying to control the noise, his free hand fisting in the sheets. Dick's not stroking him fast enough to bring him off, and Kon bucks into the touch, urging him faster. Dick's smile is sharp but he takes the hint, kisses the head, and then sucks Kon in.

Dick's mouth is *hot*, and wet, and his tongue is just as agile as the rest of him -- flicking at the slit and licking away the pre-come that's spurting every time Dick sucks hard. Kon's whimpering and possibly *begging*, and Tim's playing lightly with his nipples and whispering.

"Is he doing that thing with his tongue in the slit? He's really good at that, isn't he?"

Kon manages a moan. Dick laughs around Kon's cock, and the vibrations just make Kon buck hard into Dick’s mouth.

Tim giggles. "I know, it's terrible isn't it? He's such a *smug* bastard. But... he deserves to be."

Dick makes a pleased hum.

"About cocksucking, anyway."

Dick swats Tim's ass. Tim chuckles and *twists* Kon's nipple, and Kon's making too much noise but Tim's half-hard against his thigh and Dick's sucking and licking and making really good noises and it feels too good. Kon has to buck, writhe, get *more* because it's too much and it's not enough and he really needs to come *right now*.

Kon feels wet and slick pressing at his hole, blunt finger pushing gently. Dick's mouth is still working him and he's making hungry sounds, like Bart with a pizza. But it's *Dick* and that's *wrong* and Kon curls up a little, pushes up against Tim who's pressed against him and sort of holding him down. Kon glances down at Dick, then pleadingly at Tim.

"N-no, Tim, want *you* to--"

Tim looks down, sees Dick's hand moving in Kon's cleft. "Dick," Tim says, and extends his hand.

Dick makes a disappointed sound around Kon's cock, but hands Tim the lube anyway.

Smaller slicked fingers pressing into him this time, but just as good, just as insistent, and Tim's body is pressed down the length of Kon's body on one side and all that warm *skin*. Dick's on his other side, Dick's still *on* him, but it's Tim inside, and that's exactly the way Kon needs it.

Tim shifts to get a better angle, get deeper, and Kon reaches down and spreads himself with his free hand. Tim thrusts and Kon *yells* when the fingers find that little place, rubbing it *hard*, and Dick stops humming and *swallows* around him. Kon pulls Tim close, buries his head in Tim's shoulder and pours every scream into Tim's skin. Tries not to bite, just moan and breathe with the hot mouth sucking him and the fingers working that hard nub in him, and Tim's *talking* to him, "... god, you're beautiful like this, Kon. I want to watch you come, want to see you do it... c'mon, I know how good Dick is, don't fight it, come for us..."

Tim rubs harder, deeper, working his hand faster and Dick's rolling Kon's balls in his slicked fingers and Kon *shouts* and *pulses* in Dick's mouth. He barely registers Dick coughing slightly or when Tim finally pulls out, only that Tim's petting him gently, making soothing sounds. Kon lies wrapped in Tim's arms and tries to breathe.

Dick settles next to them and wipes his mouth. Offers his finger to Tim. Kon watches Tim suck his come off Dick's finger, and the way Tim closes his eyes makes the *tasting* of it so obvious Kon wants to kiss him, wants to hold him, wants to be *inside* him.

"Mmm. You taste sweet." Tim whispers.

Kon pulls him into a kiss. "God, the *noises* you make. That's just--"

"The noises *you* make." Tim looks pleased. He shifts a little and winces, then sees the darkening bruise on his shoulder where Kon tried to muffle his screams.

Kon grimaces. "Er. Sorry about that."

Tim looks at him intently. "Don't *ever* be sorry about that. Besides, what's one more bruise on *me*?"

Dick settles in on Kon's other side. "Can't wait to see you explain that one to the Bat."

"I'll tell him I got it while having sex with you and Superboy." Tim considers that for a moment. "Oh, wait, no, I *want* the two of you alive. I'll tell him I got it rescuing a cat out of a tree or something."

Kon laughs and gets comfortable. He's surrounded and warm and satiated (for now) and this was definitely *not* how he pictured his first (or any) time with Tim, but it’s okay. Sort of. Tim’s happy, and Dick... well, Dick got laid, so he’s fine. And Kon...

Kon plans for this to never happen again. So he’s good.

Dick prods Kon with a finger. "You notice that for someone who was in the middle, Tim's awfully smug. Maybe we didn't break him hard enough."

Tim prods Kon's other shoulder. "You'll notice that Dick's awfully smug for someone who hasn't been in the middle yet. And we outnumber him."

Maybe one more time. Two. No more than two.

Tim pounces on Dick.

Kon decides the Elmo-Muppet has a point about sharing.


~end