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Superman/Wonder Woman: Clark And Diana (MF,voy)
by Ann Douglas ([email protected])

It had been just over two years since the chorus had first echoed through
the canyons of the city. Twenty-six months during which the simple four
sentence litany had become a source of unabashed pride to the people of

"Look, up in the sky," someone would shout as the rush of the wind caught
their attention.

"It's a bird," another would add as he looked upward in the direction in the
direction the first man had indicated.

"It's a plane," a woman would loudly add, knowing full well that it wasn't.

"It's Superman!" numerous voices would finally chime in, their voices
reflecting the admiration they had for Metropolis's premiere resident as he
swept over their heads.

A thousand sets of eyes looked skyward as the red and blue-garbed young man
soared between the tall buildings of Bessolo Boulevard. Jet black hair and a
flowing red cape flared in the wind as the Metropolis Marvel raced across his
adopted city. The speed of his flight carried him quickly out of view. Before
his admirer's chant could totally fade from their ears, he was already miles
away and dropping out of the sky.

With a casual ease, the six foot three hero set his two hundred and
twenty-five pound frame down on the center of Star Lab's helicopter pad. His
cape draped over his powerful shoulders as the Man of Steel focused on the
white-coated woman who had been awaiting his arrival.

"Good afternoon, Doctor Hamilton," Superman said with a broad smile as he
stepped off the pad and walked toward the redhead.

"Good afternoon, Superman," the thirty-eight year old said as she met him
halfway and extended her hand, "I'm so glad you could stop by and examine our
find. I know how valuable your time must be."

"I'm glad to do it, Doctor," Superman replied as he shook her hand,
"Especially if the artifact you've discovered does turn out to be Kryptonian
in origin."

"Well, that's what we're hoping you can tell us," Phyllis Hamilton said as
she guided him to the Institute's side entrance, "and please, call me,

As Superman walked beside the shorter woman, his enhanced senses couldn't
help but make him aware of the effect his presence was having on her. It
was an effect he had grown quite used to in his life. Their brief physical
contact during their handshake told him that Phyllis's body temperature had
risen almost a degree, along with an increase in both her heartbeat and
respiration. Regardless of the circumstances, it was an almost involuntary
response from most women.

"You said in your call to Mr. Kent that the artifact didn't show any sigh of
Kryptonite radiation?" Superman asked as they entered the building and passed
through a security checkpoint.

"That's what's been puzzling us," Phyllis said as she led Superman through
the maze of corridors. "Almost every previous Kryptonian artifact has shown
at least trace amounts. It's almost as if, if it is Kryptonian in origin, it
left the planet before it's destruction. At least that's the theory some of
us have come up with."

"Well, let's see of I can settle the matter," Superman said as they stepped
through a final checkpoint and into the lab filled with Doctor Hamilton's

Spotting their distinguished visitor, the small crowd quickly parted to give
him a clear path to their prize. Despite their assurances that there was no
trace of radiation, the Last Son of Krypton hesitated slightly before
approaching it. When he did, Superman's first impression was that it was
indeed a relic of his long dead world.

"Well, Superman?" one of the other scientists asked.

"Give him a chance, Donald," Phyllis said as Superman effortlessly picked up
the large metal fragment from the table and examined it more closely.

His blue eyes focused on the metal, examining it on a level equaled only by
the most advanced equipment. The sub-atomic structure did indeed match that
of the rocket that had brought him to Earth some two and a half decades
before. The inscriptions on the outside also matched what he had learned of
his native language. Deep within his mind, he translated the half erased
words into English. The result surprised even him.

"It's part of a spacecraft," Superman finally said. "A ship equivalent to
the space shuttle, at least in function."

"And it's Kryptonian?" the scientist repeated his question.

"Yes, definitely Kryptonian," Superman said, making the scientist's face
light up. "She must've been in space when the end came."

"Did the ship have a name?" Phyllis asked out of curiosity, not really
expecting an answer.

"Yuda," Superman answered with an unaccustomed tremor in his voice, "named
after one of the goddesses of ancient Krypton, also one of her moons."

"What must it have been like to have flown her," another of the group asked,
"to have been on her at the end ... to watch as your world died beneath you."

"Martin!" Phyllis snapped at her young colleague, thinking the statement to
be highly insensitive of their guest's feelings, seeing that it had been his
Homeworld as well. "Superman, I'm sorry, that was ...."

But the Man Of Tomorrow was already gone.

* * *

Once more high above the city, the fragment of the long destroyed space
shuttle dominated Superman's mind. Just the discovery of the artifact
would've interested him, but to have it been the Yuda totally shook him
to the core.

His mind drifted back, sorting out memories most precious. Recollections of
a world that, if fate had been more kind, might've been his. A life filled
with people he had loved, and who had loved him in return. Loved him enough
to have sacrificed all they had to give him a second chance.

Ever since his emergence as a super hero in his mid-teens, the world had
known the story of his origins. Of how his father, Jor-El, one of the
greatest young minds of his age, had discovered the impending death of
their world. A discovery that Krypton's ruling Science Council had refused
to accept. Leaving the young scientist to labor alone to try and save his

In the end, he had simply run out of time. On the night that Krypton died,
the full sized spacecraft with his experimental stardrive was only half
completed. All he had was an unused test drone, fully functional but with
only room for one. The decision for Jor-El and his wife was simple -- their
son would survive.

Yes, almost anyone who heard of Superman had also heard of Jor-El. A much
fewer number, however, had heard of Lara Lor-Van. And that was their loss.
A remarkable student and athlete in her school years, Lara had also been
one of Krypton's first astronauts. A field of scientific endeavor that had
come late to that ancient culture. Prior to her marriage to Jor-El and the
birth of their son, Lara had been the commander of one of the first space
shuttles. A ship she had named, Yuda.

"Mother," Kal-El of Krypton thought as he remembered the face of the woman
who had placed him in the escape rocket and sacrificed her dreams in the
hope that he might find his own.

* * *

The image of the woman who set the example by which he would judge all others
remained in his mind until, faster than the human eye could follow, the Man
of Steel entered the Daily Planet building through the open window of a
little used storeroom. A quick flash of his x-ray vision seconds before had
made sure that the room was indeed empty.

A familiar transformation took place as Superman once more assumed the
identity that he had lived most of his life under. That of Clark Kent, the
son of Jonathan and Martha who had rescued and then raised him as their own
when his lifecraft crashed outside of Smallville, Kansas. Aside from the
camouflaging effects of a non-descript blue business suit, the conversion
included a change of posture along with a slight voice alteration. The final
touch was a pair of ordinary glasses that gave new meaning to the phrase, to
hide in plain sight.

Stepping into the newsroom, Clark was greeted by a half dozen good
afternoons, all of which he dutifully returned. Sitting down at his desk, he
took a moment to scan his terminal for any of the keyword news alerts he had
programmed into it. Thankfully, the world seemed to be quiet during his all
day absence.

His attention turned to the empty desk situated across from his. The owner
of which had been out all day as well. Clark didn't need his super-senses to
know when she finally entered the newsroom a quarter hour later. You could
just feel her presence by the reaction of those around her.

Lois Lane had already established her reputation as a star reporter by the
time Clark Kent appeared on the scene two years before. Yet it still bothered
her that the story of the century had gone instead to the unknown reporter.
She had no way of knowing of course that Kent would always have the inside
track on any Superman story since beneath the shirt of the mild mannered
reporter rested the irregular yellow and red pentagon of the Man of Steel.

The competition between the two of them had always been fierce, but it had
evolved into a working relationship that Clark worked hard to make something
more. Only two months before, the two of them had begun to date, if somewhat
irregularly. Lois was, she quickly let him know, not ready to settle down
with any one man. At least not with any ordinary man.

That lesson had been driven home to Clark in a dramatic way only the weekend
before as his alter-ego decided to check in on Lois towards the end of his
late night patrol. The two of them had a few words over a story and it had
been his intention to have Clark show up with a peace offering. A quick x-ray
check of her apartment to see if she was home quickly put an end to that

* * *

Lois had indeed been home, but she hadn't been alone. Superman recognized her
guest as Jose Delgado, AKA Gangbuster, the homegrown costumed hero who was
doing wonders in cleaning up the section of the city known as Suicide Slum.
Not since the disappearance of the Guardian in the early 1950's had that part
of Metropolis had a hero to call their own.

Normally, he would've been glad to see Delgado as he greatly respected the
work he was doing, both as Gangbuster and as a teacher in one of the local
schools. This time, however, that admiration didn't really apply, seeing as
both Jose and Lois were nude at the time, with Lois riding his cock on the
way to orgasm.

Not really wanting to watch, but yet compelled to do so at the same time,
Superman watched as Lois bounced up and down on the Latino Hero. Her large
breasts heaved, covered with sweat, as she called out her lover's name along
with an demand that he fuck her harder. Jose responded to her order as he
grabbed her waist and pulled her down on him hard. The action was repeated
again and again until Lois cried out in triumph as her body climaxed

Delgado's orgasm was only a few moments behind hers, but it was long enough
for Lois to do what she had in mind. Sliding off his cock even before the
last of the tremors had faded from her flesh, she spun around and slid his
cock into her mouth. Less than a heartbeat later, Jose exploded like a
volcano, sending a hot white lava into her mouth. A sharp, salty magma that
Lois swallowed with enthusiasm.

It was at that point that Superman finally turned away. Even in a situation
like that, he thought, Lois still had to be in total control.

* * *

People who knew them, tended to think of both Clark and Superman as the
world's greatest boy scouts. They were wrong about both aspects of his
personality. Either as Clark or Kal-El, he had grown up with the same
urges and desires as any other man. Subject to the same temptations,
possibly more so because of his amazing abilities. It was just that in
most cases he'd learned to become more circumspect in their uses. At
least that was the example he tried to impress on other heroes.

As a teenager, Clark had been smitten by Lana Lang, one of his classmates at
Smallville High. His relationship with the redhead had been close enough for
them to achieve a level of intimacy, up to and including oral sex. Yet it
never progressed to a point where for the young visitor from another world
was able to lose his virginity. Lana on the other hand had lost hers with
Clark's best friend, Pete Ross, whom she also dated at times.

It wasn't until he left Smallville and was a student at Metropolis University
that Clark duplicated Pete's accomplishment. Working at a small diner while
he attended classes, Clark had become close friends with an older waitress.
A friendship that had ended in her bed one night, much to both of their

So far, his relationship with Lois hadn't progressed much further than
the one he'd had with Lana, but that wasn't to say Clark lived a life of
abstinence. During his previous cold spell with Lois, he'd had a short,
somewhat fiery relationship with Cat Grant. The blond bombshell was a
gossip columnist over at WGBS who also wrote a column for the Planet. The
least that could be said about their nights together was that they had
indeed been memorable.

A new chorus of greetings from the far end of the newsroom signaled the late
arrival of Lois Lane. At least late from Clark's perspective, but he had
learned long ago that allowances had to be made for those who weren't able
to simply soar above the gridlock of midtown traffic.

By the time Lois came into view, Clark was waiting with a hot cup of her
favorite flavored coffee. He had made it earlier and it only took a brief
flash of his heat vision to make it steaming hot. Lois reached her desk
just as Clark placed it on a clear section of it.

"Good afternoon, Lois," he said with his patented smile, projecting all the
warmth he could manage.

"Afternoon Kent," Lois said with a noticeable frost in her voice as she all
but ignored his latest peace offering.

Lois Lane stood five six with shoulder length dark brown hair and blue eyes.
An army brat, she had been a take-charge type of woman since her teens,
earning her reputation the hard way. Too many people had learned, to their
regret, that there was a lot more to her than an attractive woman with a
well-defined figure.

"Was there something you wanted, Kent?" the brunette asked as she dropped
her carry bag alongside the desk and settled into her chair, turning on her
computer as she did.

"No, not really," Clark said, realizing that she was still too angry with him
to accept any acts of conciliation.

"Well then some of us have work to do," Lois said as she ignored the tall
reporter standing in front of her desk and turned her attention to the story
in progress that was reappearing on her screen.

Clark opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by an ultra-high
frequency beeping that only he could hear. The source of the persistent sound
was the belt buckle of his Superman costume, worn under his street clothes.
Specifically, the signal device he wore as a member of the Justice League of
America. From the pattern of the alert, he could knew it was a call for all
available members to report to the group's headquarters as soon as possible.

Seeing as Lois was already ignoring his presence, Clark backed away and
closed out the files on his own computer. Just before he did, he logged
himself as out checking a story in case the Chief should look for him while
he was gone. Luckily the two stories he had been assigned on the previous day
were already waiting on Perry White's desk. Despite the age of technology,
White was an old time editor who liked to feel paper in his hand and read
hard copy.

Heading for his favorite storeroom, Clark couldn't help but overhear his name
in a discussion as he crossed the floor. In his case, it didn't matter that
the brief conversation had taken place on the far end of the room or had been
in Japanese.

"I don't understand what Miss Lane's problem is?" the first girl's voice,
which Clark identified as belonging to Kiko Noboru, one of the copy girls.
"How can anyone resist those puppy dog looks of Mr. Kent's?"

"I think there's a lot more to him than just being cute," said the second
voice that belonged to Susan Mizuka, a photographer. "I bet if you got under
those old suits he wears you'd find something rock hard."

"You thing that about every man in this place like that," Miko replied.

"Well you never know until you take the time to check it out," Susan replied.

Both girls quietly giggled at the thought as Clark reached and opened the
door to the supply room, a wide smile on his face. He was surprised to almost
bump into Jimmy Olsen as the freckled faced teenager stepped out of the small

"Jeepers, Mr. Kent, you sure seem to spend a lot of time in the supply room,"
Jimmy said. "Most of the other reporters just ask me to get what they need."

"Well, some of us appreciate the fact that you have other things to do, Jim,"
Clark smiled as he stepped past the younger redhead. "Speaking of which, why
don't you ask Susan Mizuka out to lunch one of these afternoons. I have the
feeling that the two of you might have a lot in common."

"Really, Mr. Kent?" Jimmy asked, his tone showing not a small level of

"Let's just say I have a hunch," Clark said as he closed the door behind him
and Jimmy set out in search of Susan.

* * *

The transformation from man to Superman took only a few brief moments, as
Clark shed his outer garments to once more reveal a form made more of steel
than rock. A running leap sent him out into the late afternoon sky, this time
on a vector that had him passing high altitude jets less than a minute later.
The sky around him shifted from light blue to darker shades and then finally
to black. Scanning the heavens, Superman soon spotted the new Satellite home
of the Justice League, resting serenely in geosynchronous orbit over the
United States.

Other members of the League usually made use of the teleport tubes that had
been hidden in the cities of the major members, but Superman liked to fly up
under his own power. The large man-made structure looming before him was a
long lifetime away from anything the major Earth powers could dream of
putting into orbit. Its construction had involved the combined sciences of
several alien members of the League.

As he prepared to enter the airlock, Superman caught sight of a flash of
green light streaking up from the Earth's surface, much like a meteor in
reverse. The luminescent beam took on human shape as it closed on the JLA
Satellite, revealing a man in green and black garb who became clearer as
the bright light retreated into an emerald ring he wore on his left hand.
The Kryptonian knew him as Hal Jordan, test pilot of some of the world's
most advanced aircraft, but to the world at large he was better know as
the Green Lantern, a member of an interstellar police force created by the
eons old race known as the Guardians of the Universe.

Together the two men entered the airlock, to be greeted by other members who
had preceded them through the magic of futuristic technology. The first to
welcome them was a man dressed almost head to toe in red, with yellow boots
and decorative lightning bolts on the chest and wrists of his uniform. Yellow
wings also adorned his cowl denoting speed, a symbol well befitting Barry
Allen, the Flash. He and Hal were the best of friends and after a quick hello
to Superman, the two went ahead into the conference room to catch up before
the meeting.

Behind the fastest man alive had stood a tall blond haired man in orange and
green. His face reflected a concern with being so far out of his natural
watery environment. King of Poseidonis, he was better known to the surface
world as Aquaman. Able to exist in both worlds, if only for a short time out
of water, the ruggedly handsome man could also communicate telepathically
with most sea life.

Standing on the shoulder of the regal member was another man just six inches
tall. Clad in blue and red, Ray Palmer was a physicist who used his discovery
of white dwarf matter to shrink his body in size. Able to control his size
and density, he fought crime as the hard-hitting Atom.

The only female member of the impromptu reception committee was a young woman
dressed in blue and white. Anyone who had spent time at any of the major
hotels on the west coast might have recognized her as Zatanna, one of the
country's premiere stage magicians. Few realized that the nineteen-year-old
Maid of Magic was actually a daughter of the magical race Homo Magi and could
actually perform the feats she only mimicked on stage.

Together the small group moved to the main meeting room on the uppermost
level of the satellite. There they caught up with the Flash and Green Lantern
as well as three more members who had preceded them.

Standing alone in the shadows as seemed to befit him was a tall, athletically
built man in gray and black. Without peer as the world's greatest detective,
Bruce Wayne had turned a life long obsession to avenge the murder of his
parents into a personal war on the underworld of Gotham City. Many would
disagree with his methods, but the Darknight had defiantly made a difference
in his city that couldn't be argued.

The second woman of the group was a blond haired young woman in her twenties
who wore a black outfit that looked as if it belonged to another age. Which
in fact it actually did, having been designed by her mother, the original
Black Canary who had fought crime decades before. The second heroine to carry
that name, she added a shattering sonic beam that she called her canary cry
to the martial arts Dinah Lance had learned from her mother.

The final member of the assemblage was like Superman, born of another world.
Unlike the numerous light years that the Man of Steel traveled to reach his
new home, J'Onn J'Onzz's world was less than fifty million miles away. The
Martian Manhunter was one of the last survivors of the now dead planet, and
had chosen to carve a new life for himself on her sister world. Six foot
seven and weighing three hundred pounds, the green skinned Martian possessed
among his other abilities, one that enabled him to change his physical form
at will. This allowed him to blend in among human society.

"Well it looks like no one else is going to make it," J'Onn said in his
capacity as the current Chairman of the League. "So we might as well get

No one objected and they all took their seats. Automatic recording devices
came into play as the meeting was called to order, making a record of the
proceedings for any absent member that wished to review it later.

* * *

Mundane but necessary matters took up the bulk of their discussions. They
agreed on most of the important issues so they moved down the agenda rather
quickly. The meeting was running so smoothly that J'Onn was about to call for
a break an hour later when a new arrival entered the room. All heads turned
in her direction, an action in no way related to her lateness.

The woman standing in the large entranceway stood five eleven and weighed in
at a hundred and thirty-five pounds. A size that was quite deceptive when it
came to the awesome power her body contained. The only daughter of Hippolyta,
Queen of the legendary Amazons, Diana of Themyscira had come to man's world
only a half dozen months before. She had immediately captured the public's
imagination as Wonder Woman.

Born of the clay of the Earth and given life as a gift of the Olympian gods,
Diana wore a form fitting costume that consisted of little more than a red
and gold bustier atop a star spangled pair of blue briefs. A gold tiara and
belt, as well as white trimmed red boots completed her outfit. Around her
wrists were wrapped bracelets of an almost indestructible metal and a glowing
lasso, said by some to be magical, hung by her waist.

The Amazon would have drawn the same level of attention if she had been
garbed in the proverbial sackcloth instead of the quite revealing costume.
Beautiful seemed such an inadequate word to fully describe her. Long black
hair hung free down her back, drawing only the slightest of distraction from
the deepest blue eyes any of the Leaguers had ever seen. Her face and body
seemed more suited to that of a model or movie star. Not a warrior woman who
could bench press a tractor trailer or fly among the air currents.

"I'm sorry to be so late," the Princess apologized as she took one of the
empty seats.

"I'm sure it was unavoidable, Diana," J'Onn said as he waited for her to sit
down. "As it was, I was about to suggest we take a short break."

"Excellent," Diana replied, "it will give me a chance to go over the record
and catch up."

With no objection, J'Onn called for a pause in the proceedings. Half the
attending membership headed for the gallery to get some refreshments as Diana
engaged a small screen by her seat and ran the computer transcribed record at
high speed. Watching her, Superman was surprised that she was able to fully
digest the information at that rate. He'd thought that only he, J'Onn and
probably Barry could read that fast. By the time the others returned a few
minutes later, she had read the record all the way through.

After J'Onn called the meeting back to order, Diana made a few comments about
what she had read. Basically, she didn't disagree with any of the decisions
that had been made, but she did offer a few suggestions. Two of which so
impressed other Leaguers that they called for the record to be changed to
reflect her input.

"A few more items on the agenda and we can call it a day," J'Onn announced to
the accompaniment of a few comments from the gallery. "We received a request
from the Daily Star in Metropolis to do a series of features about the
League. In deference to our member of their distinguished competition, I was
inclined to simply deny the request, but on second thought felt that it
should be up to the entire membership."

"I more than agree, J'Onn," Superman said from his seat on the far end of the
table. "Matters affecting the League shouldn't be decided over how they might
affect any individual member."

"I thought you might feel that way," J'Onn replied, "So I'll leave it open to

"Well, I'll close the discussion," the Flash said as his mid-western accented
voice filled the room. "Wasn't the Star the rag that did that story last year
on the sex lives of superheroes?"

"I believe it was," J'Onn said, "but we shouldn't judge a paper based solely
on a single story."

"The hell we can't," Green Lantern chimed in, "I might have expected a piece
of trash like that from one of those supermarket tabloids, but not from a
major paper. I say we tell them no right off."

It was quickly obvious that a majority of the members felt that way so that
J'Onn accepted the inevitable and logged a rejection into the computer that
would send an e-mail to the managing editor of the Star. It had been his
hope, he explained, that a series of articles on the JLA might go a long way
in allaying of the fears that some people still seemed to have about super
powered beings.

"If that's the case, J'Onn," Superman interjected, aware that being the least
human in appearance, J'Onn was sometimes too sensitive about such things,
"I'm sure I can get the Planet to do a series like that."

"I didn't want to put you in a position where..." the green hued Manhunter
started to say.

"Not a problem," Superman cut him off. "If I can write about my own exploits
in the third person, I doubt I'll have any trouble with the rest of you.
Besides, I didn't want to mention it before the vote, but the Star had been
lacking a certain journalistic integrity of late. We'd be much better off
having them run in the Planet, and I say that without any personal bias."

It was only then that the Man of Steel considered that after delivering what
would undoubtedly be a Pulitzer Prize worthy series of articles about the
JLA, it might be a very long time before Lois talked to him again. If that
was the case, he told himself, well then so be it. He had been totally honest
in what he had said about the Star and the way they now seemed to handle the

It wasn't just that the article the Flash and Green Lantern had referred to
had been so far off the mark, although it was. It was that the truth, if they
had been able to discover it, which was highly unlikely, would've been so
much more interesting.

As the Martian Manhunter went on to the last few and in his mind, unimportant
matters of business, Superman allowed his mind to drift and considered what
he actually knew about his fellow members around the table. At least what he
knew about their sexual interests.

Two of the members sitting at the table were married, the Flash and the Atom,
and as far as Superman knew, led pretty much ordinary sex lives. The same
could also be said of Green Lantern who despite the fighter jock mentality of
his profession, seemed to have one steady love.

Zatanna, he had once discovered inadvertently, was bisexual if not a lesbian.
A fact that might be expected of someone as involved in show business as she
was. He wasn't being judgmental in any way, just taking note of the truth of
the situation.

The same could be said of Aquaman, having lived half his life in a totally
alien environment. Orin, which had been his birth name, had once gone out of
his way to present that fact to Superman to see if he might be interested.
The Man of Steel had been quick to explain that while his own birth culture
made no distinction as to gender when it came to love, or even just sex, he
himself preferred the company of women.

Dinah Lance made no secret of the fact that she preferred the company of
men. Actually, in her case it was a lot of men, to a point where her
sexual exploits were on the verge of becoming legendary. If anyone had
the opportunity to scan her luggage with x-rays as he had done on several
occasions in the interests of security, one might also discover a keen
interest in various bondage and discipline paraphernalia.

Bruce Wayne, the Batman, was likewise very straight, but with a constantly
revolving variety of women that could make Hugh Hefner jealous. Superman had
never been able to decide how much of it all was part of Bruce's Playboy
alter-ego or just his desire to live every moment of life to it's fullest.

The most interesting member at the table, at least from a sexual perspective,
had to be the current Chairman. All of the members were aware that J'Onn used
his shape shifting abilities to live as a human during his long exile on
Earth, and that in the three decades he's been here, that had included
several different identities.

What would amaze the others was the knowledge that Martians were actually
both male and female in their genetic makeup and that for a few years, the
Manhunter had lived as a woman as well. Seeing how the other half of humanity
lives, he had explained to the Kryptonian when he had mentioned it to him
during one of their discussions on being an alien among humans. Additionally,
J'Onn had also lived as both a gay man and a lesbian over the years.

Finally, Superman turned his attention to Wonder Woman, the last but
certainly not the least of his fellows. From the day she had first appeared,
she had fueled numerous sexual fantasies among men and to be honest with
himself, the man within the Man of Steel had been no exception. If only on
a physical level, Diana would certainly qualify as every man's dream.

Yet, in those times when he allowed himself to think about it, there was
much more to the attraction he oftentimes felt for the dark haired Amazon
Princess. She was highly intelligent, determined and totally self reliant,
all of the things the Metropolis Marvel most admired in a woman.

Still, even if he found himself in a situation where he might want to pursue
his attraction, Superman was quite uncertain as to how it might be received.
Diana, after all, had grown up in a society of women, in which lesbianism was
the norm. To confuse matters more, there was the subject of Major Steve
Trevor. Almost since her debut, the Air Force Officer's name had been
constantly linked with hers. If she was at least bisexual, she might already
be in a relationship.

So focused on the beautiful woman sitting across from him, Superman didn't
even realize that J'Onn had declared the meeting adjourned. The brief lapse
had gone almost totally unnoticed, except by the member who had caused it.

With no emergencies to occupy their attention, and most of them having
already taken care of excusing themselves of any daily responsibilities in
their civilian identities, the men and women of the Justice League were all
to willing to take the opportunity to just take a break. It was rare that
they had the chance to just socialize and talk about the kind of things that
only someone else who lived the life behind the mask would understand.

Green Lantern, Flash and the Atom, friends under the masks as well, tended to
form their own group. Batman was involved in a conversation with J'Onn J'Onzz
about some aspect of a case he was on. Zatanna was following their discussion
with some interest. Aquaman had said goodbye as soon as the meeting had
ended, as did the Black Canary. Superman was considering making his own
goodbye when the last member of the assemblage approached him.

"Superman, may I speak to you for a moment?" the tall, Amazon said in a soft,
melodious tone.

"Of course Diana," the Man of Steel replied as he turned to face her. "What
can I do for you?"

The dark haired woman smiled as if she was considering a private joke at
Superman's choice of words. Then she asked a rather mundane question about a
rule of law that she had encountered the previous week. Proficient in both
Federal and the local laws in all fifty states, as well as most foreign
countries, Superman spent the next few minutes explaining the one she had
asked about.

"Society here in your country is very complicated at times," Diana commented
after Superman completed his explanation. "On Themyscira we take a much
simpler, direct approach to things."

"I guess when you come from a small, closed culture, it doesn't take some
getting used to." the Metropolis Marvel replied. "I grew up in America and it
was still somewhat of an adjustment to go from small town living to a big
city. Don't worry, it will all come to you quick enough. If there is anyway
that I can help you, please feel free to ask."

"Well there is something else that I would like to ask you about," the woman
in red, blue and gold asked, "but I have hesitated before this because, like
I have said, I am still adjusting to the rules of your society."

"Princess, no one knows better than me what it's like to be a stranger in a
strange land," Superman said. "So you can ask me anything you like in total
confidence, and please, call me Clark."

"Very well then, Clark," the powerfully built young woman said as her body
seemed to tense. "Both today, and on a number of previous occasions, I could
not help but notice that you seem to have much more of an interest in me than
the other male Leaguers. An interest that resides outside of a professional

The Kryptonian's face went slightly pale. He had never realized it had been
so obvious. Had anyone else noticed it as well? His head turned to his left
to see if anyone else had overheard her comments. Thankfully, not even J'Onn,
whose hearing almost equaled, his own had noticed.

"Princess, I assure you, I've never considered you with anything but the
highest respect and if you took it any other way than I most sincerely
apologize." he quickly said.

"I'm afraid that you misunderstand why I brought the subject up," Diana said
after listening to his apology. "I wasn't voicing my observation as a
complaint, but rather an inquiry as to if you plan to act on your interest."

For a man who spoke regularly to Kings, Prime Ministers and Presidents,
Superman found himself suddenly speechless before the Princess of Themyscira.
The Amazon certainly had been correct when she said her people took a more
direct approach to things. Now that it was out in the open, the Man of Steel
found her directness even more attractive.

"My experience with men had been somewhat limited," she continued, "but I
would like to expand that knowledge."

"I had thought that you and Steve Trevor were ...." Superman started to say
in a somewhat flustered tone, suddenly realizing how Doctor Hamilton and
other women felt when they were around him.

"Steve and I were more a matter of circumstances than anything else," the
warrior woman admitted. "He was, after all, the first man that I had ever

It was pretty obvious from her tone that she meant that in the traditional
biblical sense. Superman also got the impression that Major Trevor had been
found somewhat lacking, at least as far as what the Amazon had expected.

"Relationships between League members are not forbidden, are they?" Wonder
Woman said. "That was the impression that Zatanna gave me when she expressed
her own interest in such an occurrence."

"You and Zatanna?" Superman said in surprise. "The two of you were ..." he
paused, not wanting to say the word.

"No, she merely expressed an interest," Diana replied.

"Oh," was all Superman could say as he again glanced over to the far corner
where the Maid of Magic was still continuing to listen to Batman and the
Martian Manhunter.

The Man of Steel's concentration slipped for a moment as an image of the two
women in bed appeared in his mind. While she didn't have Wonder Woman's
perfect build, the young Magician was an extremely beautiful woman in her own
right. The thought of her and Diana together was enough to distract any man.

"If I have been wrong in my appraisal of your interest, or there is someone
else, I will understand." the Amazon said in response to the Kryptonian's
sudden far away look. A look she interpreted as possibly reluctance to her

Then an image of Lois appeared in Superman's thoughts as he considered their
on again, off again relationship. The initial picture of her sitting at her
desk at the Planet faded, to be replaced by that of her and Jose in bed. The
image didn't make him angry or upset, but it did remind him that they were
both free agents. It would be foolish for him to pass up new opportunities
in favor of one that might never be.

"No, there's no one else," he replied. "not really."

A loud klaxon suddenly filled the room, interrupting all of the conversations
in the room. It was an automated alert from the Justice League's computerized
monitoring system. The large monitor screen in the conference room came to
life with a news broadcast of a major fire. The computer system normally
monitored all the major networks and reacted to keywords that had been
programmed into it. The caption at the bottom corner of the screen read WGBS,

"I think that's my clue to say goodbye," Superman said after watching the
screen for a few moments and taking it all in. It was obvious from what
little he'd seen that the MFD could use his help.

"Do you need any assistance, Superman?" the Martian Manhunter said as the
current League Chairman.

"No, I should be able to manage it myself," Superman replied, appreciating
the fact that J'Onn was offering to help despite his fatal weakness to fire.

Before heading for the closest airlock, Superman turned his attention back
to Wonder Woman. In a voice low enough that only she could hear, the Man of
Steel promised her that they would continue their discussion as soon as they
could. Then in a blur he was gone, leaving the Amazon Warrior staring at the
empty spot where he had stood.

The remaining members began to say their own farewells as they left under
their own power or the transporter tubes. Diana stood by the large window,
gazing down at the Earth spinning far below. In her mind she could plot the
location of Metropolis on the east coast of the United States and her
thoughts went to the man in red and blue who was even now already appearing
in the early evening skies above it.

Despite her heritage, the heir to the throne of the Amazons found that she
was no more immune to the effect Superman had on the opposite sex than any
other woman. It was an experience that was almost disconcerting. Certainly
her only previous male lover, Steve Trevor, hadn't possessed anything like

He had been interesting enough, she'd thought, and the physical aspects of
their relationship had indeed been pleasing. Still, it was nowhere near what
her mother had described of her long ago tryst with Hercules, the son of
Zeus. The Air Force Officer hadn't been the equal of the Olympian, but Diana
found herself wondering if the Last Son of Krypton might well be.

"Diana, can I ..." the Martian Manhunter started to say as he turned to ask
if he could give the Amazon Princess a lift back to Earth, remembering her
stated dislike of the transporter.

To his surprise, she was already gone.

* * *

The flames raged unchecked through what had been only two hours before,
Metropolis's premier department store. Standing nine stories tall, R.A.
Dawson's had been a city landmark for close to a hundred years. By tomorrow,
it would be a memory. Firefighters now fought not to save the old building,
which was already half gone, but just to keep the surrounding area from going
with it.

The Battalion Chief in Charge told the Man of Steel that they believed
everyone had gotten out while they still had some control of the fire, but
it never hurt to double check. Using his x-ray and telescopic vision,
Superman stood in front of the burning building and searched floor by floor.
His muscles tensed almost imperceptibly as he spotted two young women
huddling together in a back office. They were still unhurt but their only
avenue of escape had been cut off by the fast moving fire. Before another
heartbeat passed, the Metropolis Marvel was at their side.

"You're going to be all right," Superman assured the two as he wrapped them
both in his protective red cape. "Just take a deep breath and hold it for a
few seconds."

He gave them just enough time to take that breath, then carried them through
what was left of a plate glass window. A burst of heat vision vaporized
falling fragments of glass as he passed out into the open air. By the time
his charges finally exhaled, they were on the ground behind the fire line
and being checked out by the paramedics.

"That building's not going to last much longer," Chief Ryan told Superman
when he landed back at his command post. "It's just too far gone."

"Then the best thing to do is to bring it down on our terms," Superman
offered. "Pull all your men back and I'll take care of it."

Not sure what Superman was planning but at the same time trusting him
implicitly, the Fire Chief did as requested and ordered all of his men back.
Making sure the last man was clear, the Man of Steel took once more to the

Slowly at first, then faster and faster, Superman circled the burning
building in ever-contracting circles. He quickly faded from view, becoming
a red and blue blur as a vacuum began to form within the ring. High flames
that had been visible from a half mile away began to loose their strength
as the already shaky walls of the landmark quaked even more. Then, with a
deafening roar, the nine-story building collapsed in upon itself, leaving
only a pile of no longer even smoking wreckage. Without oxygen, even the
smallest of the fires had quickly died out.

"That...was amazing," Tim Ryan said as Superman once more landed by his side.

"I'm sorry I couldn't have done more," the Man of Steel said, almost
apologetic in his tone.

"The building was gone before you even got here, Superman," the Chief said
with a smile. "We didn't lose any other buildings and more importantly,
thanks to you, we had no fatalities. We can always replace a building. All
in all, not a bad day's work."

"I guess so," Superman said.

Even a little defeat was to him still a defeat. Superman couldn't help but
think that if he hadn't stayed behind at the JLA meeting to socialize, he
might've gotten here earlier and managed to save the building as well.

Then the voice of his foster father spoke from his memory and he put such
thoughts out of his mind. If there was one thing Jonathan Kent had drummed
into him from the day Clark had first put on a costume, it was the fact that
while super he might be, he was still just a man. He couldn't be everywhere
at once and he couldn't save everyone every time. Even a superman was
entitled to a little personal time now and then.

"I know so," the Chief reiterated. "This city is lucky to have you,

"I agree," said a soft, yet strong voice from behind the two men.

Both turned at the sound but it was Chief Ryan who reacted first when he saw
who had agreed with him.

"Mother of God!" he exclaimed.

Not ten feet away, standing in the middle of a field of scattered debris
stood the most incredibly beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. For
a woman like that, he found himself thinking, he would gladly leave his wife
of thirty-four years.

"Would this be a convenient time to continue our conversation?" Wonder Woman
asked as she stepped over a large chunk of debris and walked up to Superman.

"Diana," Superman said in a voice that reflected both surprise and delight.

Those were the only words they had a chance to exchange before the small
crowd of reporters who had been covering the fire rushed past the police
barricades and swarmed around the two Justice Leaguers. A dozen questions
at once were called out to them in a muddle that only Superman was able to
sort out.

Two of the shouted questions asked if he and Wonder Woman were involved in
a relationship. Once of those had come from a supermarket tabloid, the other
from what was considered the best paper after the Daily Planet. Superman
ignored them both.

"Wonder Woman, was there a reason why you didn't bother to help Superman
put out the fire?" another reporter called out in a voice that was all too
familiar to the Man of Steel. "Maybe between the two of you, a city landmark
might have been saved?"

Superman was about to say that even with Diana's help, the department store
was beyond saving, but the Warrior Woman by his side answered first.

"And you would be?" she asked the reporter.

"Lois Lane of the Daily Planet," the woman in brown replied as she pushed
forward a small hand held recorder to tape the Amazon's reply.

Diana waited a long heartbeat before answering. She knew from conversations
with the other Leaguers exactly who Lois Lane was, including what her
relationship with Superman was. Looking her over, Wonder Woman decided that
the reporter would be a worthy adversary, both in love and war. In fact, if
it wasn't for the fact that the brunette was a possible impediment to her
own relationship with the Kryptonian, the Princess might consider Lois as a
possible lover as well.

"Well, Miss Lane," she said in an authoritative tone. "If Superman had needed
my help, which of course he didn't being the champion that he is, I would've
been more than glad to give it. As it was, and I think Chief Ryan here would
agree with me, I think Superman did all that could be hoped for under the

The reporter in the Man of Steel couldn't help but note that for someone who
said she was having difficulty learning her way in America, Diana certainly
seemed to be picking things up pretty fast. She deftly avoided the implied
criticism in Lois's question and gave her answer more authority by linking it
to the already expressed opinion of the Fire Department Chief.

Seeing that she had failed to throw the Amazon with her question, Lois
quickly fired off a second one before any of the other reporters could
interrupt her. She addressed it to Superman who she was sure wouldn't
ignore her.

"Superman," she called out to get his attention. "Seeing that a few of my
esteemed colleagues here seem to have the wrong impression about the actual
relationship between you and Wonder Woman, would you care to set the record

To Lois's dismay, it was again Wonder Woman who answered and Superman made
no attempt to interrupt or even correct her. The answer that the, in her
opinion, much too beautiful Amazon gave was also not one that gave her

"Kal and I are of course both members of the Justice League," Diana said,
her use of Superman's birth name implying a familiarity that bothered Lois
to no end, "so we do have a very close professional relationship. As far as
anything beyond that, well I think that even superheroes are entitled to a
measure of privacy."

Unwilling to let Lois get a third question in, a half score of her
competitors shouted out a half score of other questions. Superman and Wonder
Woman both answered a few of them before excusing themselves to attend to
what they referred to as important League business. Before the two of them
took to the air, Superman glanced back to take a look at Lois. Looking at
the expression on her face, he was glad that mind reading wasn't one of his
abilities. He definitely didn't care to know what she was thinking at this

* * *

Wonder Woman couldn't actually fly, but among the gifts granted to her by the
Olympians was the ability to glide on air currents. Once they cleared the
view of the reporters, Superman reached out and took her hand in his, letting
her fly along under his power. The smile he saw on her face as well as the
acceptance of this simple gesture both meant a great deal to him.

Wordlessly they sailed high over his adopted city, neither of them really
paying any attention to the vast tableau beneath. The only thing that seemed
to matter at this moment was the blue of each other's eyes.

Out beyond the city, Superman guided the two of them down to a landing on a
large ledge jutting out from Mount Curtis. Here, far from prying eyes, they
could continue the conversation they had starting twenty-four thousand miles
above. As much as was on his mind, no words seemed to be forthcoming. All he
found himself wanting to do was take the Amazon in his arms. Almost without
realizing that he was doing it, it was exactly what he did.

The press of Diana's lips against his own was all he had dreamed it might
have been. At first, when he realized what he had done, he was afraid he had
gone too far. After all, they were supposed to be finding a quiet place to
talk. Then, as he felt the woman in his arms responding to his kiss, that
thought faded from his mind as well.

For a woman who, by her own admission, had only been with one man in her
life, the Man of Steel thought that Diana was quite skilled as he felt her
tongue explore his mouth. Then he realized he was proceeding from a false
assumption. While it was true that Steve Trevor had been the only man in her
life, the Amazon Warrior doubtlessly had a number of female lovers before

From his explorations of his Homeworld's culture, Superman knew that
Kryptonian's made no distinction between genders as far as love or even just
sex was concerned. While he had never been inclined in that area himself,
the discovery of his parents' journals on a high density disk in his escape
rocket had volunteered the information that his mother had female lover's
before she meet his father. The most notable being her first officer on the

"That was pretty nice," Superman said as they broke their kiss.

"Yes it was," Wonder Woman agreed as she felt the energy in the arms around
her, confirming that which she had only guessed at before.

"I guess we should have that talk now," Superman said, almost reluctant to
let her go.

"Amazons prefer actions over words," the dark haired woman said as she
grabbed the back of his head and initiated her own kiss, this one backed with
all of her own considerable strength.

Superman felt his head swimming in a pool of desire as the Amazon held him
tight. An embrace that he was able to return without, for the first time in
his life, the fear of hurting the woman he held.

"That was even better," Superman said as they finally let each other go.

"Yes it was," Diana agreed.

"So where do we go from here?" Superman asked.

The Amazon took a few steps away and looked out over the now darkening
horizon. She seemed to be gathering her thoughts when she turned back to face
the Man of Steel.

"As I've already said, we Amazons prefer to speak plainly and directly," she

"And I respect that," Superman replied.

"So having said that, I will also say that I want you as a lover."

"I was pretty much getting that impression," Superman smiled.

"That woman back at the fire, the one called Lois," Diana continued, "you and
she have been lovers in the past."

"Of a sort," the dark haired hero said as he ran his hand across his
forehead, brushing back his long curl. "we've dated on and off, but it
hasn't gone as far as I might have liked."

"That is a mistake on her part," Diana commented.

"Well she's only seen me as Clark," Superman offered in way of explanation.

"Even in another guise, you are still the same man," Wonder Woman said as she
gently ran her hand across his cheek. "She is blind if she can't see that."

Superman's thoughts flashed back to the conversation he'd overheard this
afternoon between Kiko and Susan in the Planet offices. There had quite a
number of women who had shown an attraction to Clark over the years that
went well beyond what his mild mannered image might warrant.

"But we're not here to talk about Lois are we?" he said.

"No, not at all," Diana replied. "but to be honest, this was not exactly the
setting I had in mind for the two of us."

"Well, there's always my apartment," he said half jokingly, thinking of what
she had said about he and Clark being the same man.

"I was thinking more in line with my home," the Princess said.

"Themyscira?" Superman said in surprise.


"I thought that men weren't allowed there."

"We wouldn't be going to the Themyscira itself," Diana explained. "There is a
smaller island nearby that isn't covered by the edict. It is very beautiful,
I think you would like it."

"I think any beauty that I would see there would only pale beside that which
I see when I look at you," he replied.

"Would you meet me there tomorrow, right after sunrise, Clark?" Diana asked,
her face reflecting her reaction to his words.

"I would meet you on the Moon if you asked," Clark replied, thinking of
himself as the man beneath the suit for the first time.

"Then I will see you as the sun rises," Diana said as she kissed him one last
time and gave him the location of Themyscira.

With that, she leapt off the ledge and caught an air current that carried
her off into the now dark sky. Superman stood and watched her fade into the
distance, thinking about what morning might bring.

* * *

Donning once more the mantle of Metropolis's protector, Superman took to the
skies himself. As good as he felt right now, he really wanted to fly. Ever
since he had been a teenager, there was no better feeling than the one he got
soaring among the clouds. Well, almost no better feeling.

Over the next three hours, the Man of Steel interrupted a half dozen petty
crimes and one major one. The perpetrators of each found themselves in no
longer empty cells in the closest police stations before they knew what was
happening. Additionally, he prevented two automobile accidents and airlifted
a traffic-snarled ambulance to the emergency room. Before heading home, he
capped off his patrol by rescuing the proverbial stuck cat-stuck-in-a-tree,
much to the astonishment of a six-year-old girl and her mother who had been
unsuccessfully trying to lure it down with treats.

Superman was just about to zip into his Clinton Street apartment when a
precautionary x-ray scan alerted him to the fact that it wasn't empty.
Quickly he changed his trajectory and landed in the lane behind the apartment
house. Seconds later, Clark Kent left the alleyway to circle the block and
walk into 344 like any other tenant.

Clark feigned surprise when he walked into his apartment and discovered he
had a visitor. Lois was the last person he expected to find there, even if he
had given her a key while they'd been dating.

"Lois, is something wrong?" the mild mannered reporter asked.

"No, nothing's wrong," she said in a voice that said that it was a lie. "I
just stopped by to talk to you. Since you weren't home and I still had the
key, I figured I'd let myself in."

"Not that I'm not happy, but it's pretty surprising to see you," Clark went
on as he tossed off his jacket and tie. "We haven't been on the best of terms

"I know that," Lois answered, "and I guess I should say I'm sorry for that."

"Well I'm glad to hear that," Clark smiled, "but you really didn't have to
come all the way up here to tell me. It really could've waited until Monday

"Well, there was another reason that I came up here," Lois said as she came
closer to Clark. "I wanted to make up for the lousy way that I treated you.
In fact, I was thinking that maybe we might pick up where we left off, see
what happens."

With that, she took hold of the lapel of Clark's shirt and pulled his head
close to hers. She kissed him softly at first, then with more passion. Under
other circumstances, it would've been something that Clark greatly enjoyed.
As it was, events made it somewhat less than that.

Lois of course had no way of knowing that Clark knew all about her brief
encounter with his alter ego and Wonder Woman. That her ego had been bruised
by the possibility that Superman might actually turn to someone else for
comfort. A goal she had set for herself.

Or that he knew about her sexual habits and the strong probability that
she was only here now because Jose or anyone else she might turn to was
unavailable. There was a time that Clark might've taken advantage of the
situation regardless of Lois's motive, but tonight wasn't one of those
times. Not when tomorrow held such promise.

"Lois, I can't do this," Clark said as he pulled away from her embrace.

"What?" Lois said in surprise. "You're kidding, right?"

"I'm afraid not." he said as he found himself staring at the erect nipples
pressing against the confines of her blouse.

"I don't believe this," she said, the touch of anger in her voice betraying
the real reason she had come to Clark's apartment. "You've been trying to get
me interested in you for almost two years and when I give you a chance at
what you want, you say no."

"Lois, I don't think you're really here because you suddenly developed a
desire to be with me," Clark said. "I think the reason has more to do with
your being angry with someone else."

"Well, maybe it is," Lois admitted, "but that doesn't mean we can't spend the
night together. You can't tell me that isn't something that you've want. You
can't tell me that you haven't thought about fucking me at least a hundred

"Another time, I would've said yes," Clark replied, "but this isn't another
time. The simple truth is that I've met someone."

"You met someone?" Lois repeated.

"Yes, and while I don't know how it's going to work out, it's something that
I want to explore."

"Well, Mr. Kent," Lois said, her voice reverting to the cold shoulder mode
she'd been treating him to the last few weeks. "I hope she's one hell of a
piece of ass, because you're never going to know just how good a piece you
just passed up!"

With that, Lois stormed out of his apartment, slamming his door loud enough
to be heard by the neighbors. Clark leaned out the window and watching with
his x-ray and telescopic vision, made sure she got safely home. When he
checked in on her later, he saw that she was spread naked across her bed,
still alone but working out her sexual needs with a few favorite toys.

Even if he wanted to, Clark couldn't be mad at Lois. Even if they never
wound up lovers, they would always been friends of one kind or another. What
happened tonight was her anger talking. By Monday morning, they'd be back at
least to what passed for their usual working relationship.

Putting Lois from his mind, Clark decided to get a few hours sleep. His body
could go for days without rest, but like any normal man, he liked to just
relax once and a while and as the bard said, perhaps to dream.

* * *

Shortly before dawn, the Man of Steel did a quick survey of his city before
heading high up into the atmosphere where he could make a quick sub-orbital
dash to the coordinates that Diana had given him. To his surprise, even with
his vision powers, he couldn't spot an island within a hundred miles.
Superman couldn't believe that he could be in the wrong place, seeing as he
could tell his location anywhere on the globe better than the most precise
Global Positioning System.

Deciding that there had to be more to this than what met the eye, even eyes
such as his, Superman dropped toward sea level. As he passed the three
hundred foot mark, he felt an energy wave of some sort pass through his body.
It didn't hurt, but made him feel uncharacteristically light-headed for a

Then, when he looked down at what only a moment before had been empty seas,
he saw what could only be Themyscira, the home of the Amazons. The law of
the land said he couldn't set foot on the sacred soil, but no one said he
couldn't take a look from offshore. Hovering in the empty air, he once again
engaged his remarkable vision.

There appeared to be several small enclaves on the island instead of one
central community. The architecture was right out of ancient Greece, yet at
the same time didn't look to be the hundreds of years old that he knew it to

Based on what he saw, Superman put the population at just under a thousand.
The gender make up of the island was of course totally female, but what
surprised the Man of Steel was that they were a cross section of all races.
From the legends he'd heard, he'd expected them to be almost entirely of
Mediterranean origin.

They all seemed close to Diana's equal in both beauty and ability. Almost was
the key word however as there was only one Wonder Woman. Scanning the length
and breath of the island, he couldn't help but see several couples and in a
few cases more than couples engaged in morning sexual romps. No one seemed to
mind sharing in the least. On other parts of the island, he saw women engaged
in combat and exercise drills as well as early morning classes in various
sciences and philosophies.

Shutting down his brief peek into the lives of the Amazons, Superman decided
to go the long way and circle around Themyscira rather than fly over it. His
passage might not be taboo, but it would certainly be more intrusive than an
brief telescopic scan.

Setting foot on the island Diana had described, Superman quickly located what
appeared to be the only structure on it. Like those on the main island, this
one seemed both ancient and ageless. Walking up the paved path to a small
building surrounded by a courtyard twice its size, he wondered how he should
make his presence known.

The man from a distant world needn't have worried as no sooner had he climbed
the marble steps when his hostess appeared in the doorway. As accustomed as
he was to seeing Diana in her Wonder Woman garb, the sign of her now caused
him to take a step back.

Gone was the swimsuit like costume, replaced by a short almost translucent,
simple white toga. An outfit that only covered half her chest, leaving one
perfect breast exposed.

"It seems we have a lovely morning for our breakfast," Diana said as she
placed a platter of fruits on the small table on the veranda.

"I can't imagine this place having a bad morning," Superman said as he
stepped up onto the porch and kissed Diana softly.

"I thought you might like to get out of your work clothes," Diana said after
the kiss, "so I took the liberty of laying out something more comfortable for
you. You'll find it inside."

The Man of Steel thanked his gracious hostess and stepped into the small
single room house. Like it's larger counterparts on the main island, it was
decorated in an ancient Grecian style. Laid out on one of the heavily
cushioned couches was a white garment made of a material as transparent as
Diana's. Holding it up to get a better look, he saw that it a short tunic,
much like he seen in history books. Stripping off his uniform, he replaced
it with the tunic.

"That's much better," Diana said as the now capeless Superman stepped
back onto the veranda and she handed him a fruit drink. "I hope they are

"Very," the Man of Steel said as he accepted the drink.

Sitting down in one of the small chairs that looked much to fragile to handle
his weight, but were surprisingly strong, he became very much aware that the
loose fitting tunic had little in the way of the support he was used to with
his tight fitting uniform. He caught Diana's eyes glancing down between his
legs as he shifted on the backless chair, a broad smile on her face as she
did so.

"You must try the Talava fruit, its very rare and only grows on the main
island," Diana said as she held out a small tray with the pear-like fruit on
it. "Legend has it that the goddess, Aphrodite, herself planted the trees as
a gift to the Amazons."

"This is incredible," Clark, as he thought of himself once the blue suit came
off, said as he tasted a slice of the fruit. "I don't think I've ever tasted
anything quite so delicious. And I've been just about everywhere on the

"They are also said," Diana added as she fed him another large piece, "to be
an unusually strong aphrodisiac."

"I think that would be the last thing I need at this moment," Clark said as
he swallowed her offering. "Just your presence is aphrodisiac enough."

Diana smiled even brighter as she put down the tray and sat herself on
Clark's lap. Through the thin material of both their garments, their physical
attraction for each other was readily apparent. She ran her slender, yet
strong finger through the hairs of his chest as once more their lips met.

There was no hesitation in their kiss, nothing to hold back the passion that
each felt. Diana's arms wrapped around Clark's neck as her tongue reached
deep into his mouth and massaged his own. They lips continued to brush
against each other's as she took one of his hands and guided it to her
exposed breast. His fingers pressed against the dark areola, bringing her
nipple to full hardness.

Diana lifted her body so that she could bring that excited nipple to Clark's
mouth. An offering that he accepted eagerly as his lips closed around it. He
drank deep of her natural scent, then realized that another now familiar
taste had been mixed with that of her flesh. The Amazon's soft mound had been
covered with the juices of the Talava fruit.

"Oh yes," Diana cried out as she pressed her breast deeper into the
Kryptonian's mouth, feeling a growing warmth spreading out from the center
of it as he caressed it with his tongue.

With a free hand, she reached for the small gold clasp that held her tunic
together, pulling it free as the thin material that covered her body fell to
her waist. Shifting her body once more, she guided the attention of the man
beneath her to her other waiting mound.

An attention he gave just as eagerly as he continued to play with her
originally exposed breast with his hand. To a man who could see through steel
as easily as a normal man could glass, Clark had seen uncounted examples of
the female body in the years since his vision powers developed. Without
question, he could honestly say that none had ever come close to the beauty
and perfection of the woman in his arms.

For a moment he was tempted to think of her as a work of art. After all, she
was indeed a statue made of clay brought to life by the gifts of the gods.
But that would be to reduce the passion of the living, breathing woman she
had become. A work of art, no matter how impressive, was still cold and

Diana reached down under the garment Clark wore and pressed her hand against
his manhood. Running her fingers up and down its length, she could feel him
growing even more erect. It was only the second time she had touched a man
in this way and she found it even more exciting than the first.

"Oh Diana," the man of two worlds said softly as he felt her strong fingers
take hold and massage his most intimate areas.

Sliding off his lap onto the sun warmed stone floor, the Princess of
Themyscira still held on to the Kryptonian's manhood. She inspected it
closely for a moment, a wide smile of approval forming on her red lips. Lips
which opened even wider as she brought her head closer and took her prize
into her mouth.

It was only the second time in her life she had taken a man in this way, but
he had been schooled well in the fundamentals of the act. Throughout history,
her sister Amazons had used the talents of their bodies to influence events
in the world of man around them.

"Great Krypton!" Clark gasped softly as the wetness of the Amazon's mouth
engulfed him.

With a skill that exceeded her experience, Diana took his cock deep within
her mouth, her tongue caressing it up and down its length. Clark closed his
eyes and leaned back, enjoying the sensations the dark haired heroine was
sending throughout his body.

Concentrating on the hardness that filled her mouth, Diana didn't even notice
at first that Clark was now actually floating an inch above the chair in
which he had been sitting. Although there had been few opportunities to get a
blowjob in his Superman identity, Clark had learned quite by accident that
the pleasing effects of the act were greatly enhanced while in a weightless

Diana slid Clark's cock from her mouth, licking the tip a few times before
moving down to his balls as well. Then she swallowed it whole once more.
Realizing that the Man of Steel was floating in air, she slid one hand under
his ass, balancing the larger man on her palm as she kept her other hand
wrapped around the base, pumping him faster and harder.

Drifting in the endless warmth of Diana's mouth, Clark could feel a reaction
building deep within him. A build up of erotic energy that was taking on a
life of it's own. Even a superman had no more control over that aspect of his
physiology than did a normal human. His body shuddered as his cock was again
enveloped by the Amazon's soft lips.

A powerful rush filled the Kryptonian's body as he felt himself climaxing. An
eruption that filled the daughter of Hippolyta with the taste of his alien
seed. A whiteness that she drew in deep as if it was the nectar of the gods.

A few months after his first public appearance, Clark had come across an
essay by a noted science fiction author. The subjects of which were
Superman's sexual habits and the difficulties his outer worldly abilities
would cause in that area. One of the writer's suppositions was, that if he
ever climaxed in a woman's mouth, he would most likely blow the back of her
head off. The memory of the article brought a small smile to the corner
of Clark's mouth as he looked down at the woman on the floor beneath him as
she finished her feast.

"That was quite nice," Clark said as Diana released her hold on his and let
his still hard manhood slip out of his mouth.

"Yes it was," Diana agreed as she rose back to her full height.

"You have a little on your...." Clark started to say as he lifted the hem of
his tunic to wipe away the small spots of whiteness from her mouth.

The Amazon responded by abruptly pulling Clark close to her. Her movement
caught him off guard, something that few people ever managed to do. Her lips
pressed hard against his as she reached deep into his mouth, sharing the fire
that had been building within her as well. With a strength that was only a
hit of that held in her supple body, Diana ripped the tunics from both their
bodies with single motions.

"Now!" the woman, now nude save for her ever-present bracelets, said in a
breathless voice.

"Now?" an equally naked Clark repeated in confusion.

"I want you now!" Diana expanded as she kissed him again, pressing the flesh
of their powerful bodies together.

One aspect of Clark's solar charged Kryptonian physiology that did differ
from normal men was instant regeneration. In all but the most extraordinary
circumstances, any spent energy was immediately replaced. In the hundred
heartbeats since his orgasm, his body had again returned to peak form.

Using a strength that he would fear using on Lois or any normal woman, Clark
lifted Diana off the ground and kissed her flesh with a fury he hadn't felt
since the days Lana had first set his blood on fire. Diana responded in turn,
pleased to be able to use her own strength in way she never could with Steve

The Last Son of Krypton and the only Daughter of the Amazons shared a blazing
passion that grew with each passing moment. No part of the other's body
escaped their notice as they gave in to the most universal of human desires.
The hunger of two worlds collided to produce a single, lust filled desire.
One which both were more than eager to surrender to.

As their feet again touched solid ground, Clark moved behind Diana and spread
her legs far apart. He reached around and pressed two fingers within her
moist mound. A loud gasp of surprise came from the Amazon as he quickly found
her most sensitive of spots and induced a reverberating vibration within it
with his fingers.

"Great Hera!" Diana cried out as her body trembled violently with an almost
instant orgasm.

Nothing in her limited experience with men or her more extensive knowledge of
women had prepared her for what had just happened. Truly, Clark was the equal
of the Olympian gods as she had hoped.

A second orgasm followed even before the echoes of the first totally faded
from Diana's body. With a force even greater than the previous one, the
climax left the powerful warrior woman breathless.

A condition that continued as Clark swept her up in his arms and carried her
to the large padded couch on the far end of the garden. He lay Diana on the
cushions and reached down to part her legs. Light as a feather, the Man of
Steel lifted himself off the ground and then on top of her, kissing her
softly on her lips as their bodies met. As second kiss followed as he moved
down to her breasts and to the valley between.

Diana reached down and took hold of his erect member, guiding it to her
almost virginal womanhood. Gently, and then firmly, her fingers caressed his
hardness in anticipation.

An expectation shared by Clark as he replaced her hand with his own, placing
his cock just within her. Her level of excitement was such that he slid
almost fully inside her with only a minimum of effort. Taking hold of her
parted legs, he began to move in and out of her at an ever-increasing pace.

"Blessed Aphrodite!" Diana called out as she felt the Man of Steel fill her.

Reaching up behind Clark, Diana took a firm grip on the man on top of her,
adding her own considerable strength to his thrusts. Wrapping her long
powerful legs around him, she pulled him closer, an act restricting the
length of his strokes but increasing their frequency.

A frequency that was quickly reaching what Diana thought of as the speed of
Hermes as each movement was translated to torrid waves of ecstasy buffeting
her body. Billows that were duplicated in their own form in the Kryptonian.

Damp sweat covered their bodies from their exertions as they thrashed back
and forth atop the narrow couch. A rare situation for each of them that
underlined the intensity of their coupling.

Diana continued to hold Clark tightly, his face pressed tightly against her
own as they kissed again and again. She murmured soft words of encouragement,
alternating them with cries of an urgent need.

"Fuck me, Clark!" she called out in the vernacular of her adopted land as yet
another pleasing wave of passion crested across her body. "I need you inside
of me so badly."

Clark's only response was to, if it was possible, redouble his efforts. The
feelings that passed between them were like his most secret dreams. Yet if it
were a dream, it was one he hoped he would never wake from.

With his more enhanced senses, Clark was the first to realize that both of
them had reached the edge of a precipice from with there was no turning back.
Diana became aware of it a few breaths later.

The nearness of their objective caused her to react even more strongly.
Feeling Clark's body tense ever so slightly, she used all of her
Olympian-born strength to grab hold and make their two bodies one.

His own greater strength could've broken him free, but that thought was the
furthest thing from Clark's mind. Deep within himself, he felt his body again
responding to the demands of the Amazon's body. Stronger than before, he
exploded within her.

As soon as she felt the quiver of Clark's body, Diana relaxed her hold and
let the thundering volcano within her erupt as well. Her womanhood exploded
outward as she felt Clark fill her with the energy of his orgasm, adding it
to her own as the lightning of Zeus filled the core of her soul.

* * *

Drained to a point that neither had felt in years, the two Justice Leaguers
laid on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms. Actually, it was Diana who
was lying on the narrow couch with an intertwined Clark resting on top a
cushion of empty air.

Long minutes slowly passed as her head rested on his powerful shoulders.
Diana ran her hand down the length of Clark's body as she listed to the
beating of his heart. Reaching his manhood, she was shocked to find that
it was already regaining some of its just spent virility.

"Goddesses above," she said in her tired voice, "not even Hercules possessed
such stamina. Truly you are the equal of the gods."

"No, I'm just a man," Clark said as he turned his head and kissed her softly,
letting his Kansas born humility wash over him once more.

"Well, if not a god, then at least a superman," Diana retorted as she
returned his kiss.

Clark just smiled and gave the woman at his side a knowing wink.

"Let the rest of the Justice League take care of the world for a couple of
hours," the Man of Steel thought as he looked deep into the Amazon's eyes.
"I think I'm going to have my hands full here for quite a while."

As if to underscore his thought, Diana took that moment to demonstrate her
own recuperative abilities as she rolled off the couch and onto the floating
Kryptonian, their lips meeting once more as her hand closed again around his
manhood. With morning sun not a third of the way above the horizon, it was
going to be a very long day indeed.


(c) Ann Douglas 2001


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