Prompt: Body Swap

Synopsis: The Super Sons are on the Felix Faust case. After just a few days on the case, they've got him cornered, little do they know he's got a special spell ready, just for them.

"It's over, Faust." Robin called out from the darkness, perched on one of the upper beams of the warehouse.

"Yeah! Just give up." Superboy called out, a few beams away from Damian.

"Hah! Faust never surrenders!" The sorcerer said, sweat dripping down his cheek.

"Heh. I was hoping you would say that." Damian smirked, "Maneuver J-7 Delta!" Damian shouted to Jon, as he stood up, pride in his voice.

"Uh.. Damian..?" Jon called out, his voice unsure.

"What?" Damian said, looking over his shoulder at Jon.

"I uh.. forgot which one that is" Jon said with a light giggle.

"TT." Damian said with a sigh, rubbing his temples. "Why do I even try?"

"Hah! Fools." Felix said with a laugh, snapping his fingers, a flame appearing in his now open palm. "Now, be good little boys and stand still." He said with a smirk before launching a ball of fire at Damian.

Damian easily evaded and leapt down at Faust, 4 explosive birdarangs landing near the sorcerer's feet, exploding just Damian's boots touched the concrete floor.

Felix was thrown across the, his back hitting the floor hard just as Jon slammed into the, ground, landing just next to him, cracking the concrete and causing the sorcerer to yelp.

"Give it up, Faust!" Jon commanded, though with his voice and appearance it came out more as unbelievably adorable than anything even remotely intimidating.

"Alright! Alright.." the sorcerer said, rising to his feet. "Faust knows when he is beaten." He said plainly.

"I thought you said you don't surrender?" Jon asked, raising a brow.

"That doesn't mean I can't run! Hahahahaha-oof!" Faust turned to run, able to do so for about half a second before slamming into a brick wall.

"Ouch.." Jon said, squinting one eye.

"Just when I thought you couldn't become more of a joke." Damian scoffed, crossing his arms beside Jon.

"Hrr.r.. you'll pay for that!" Faust said, clawing his hands. Purple lightning shot forth, arcing in the air towards Robin.

"Robin! Get down!" Jon said, launching himself at his partner.

Both boys got struck by Faust's magic, both now a crumpled mess on the floor, smoke coming off their unconscious bodies.

"Well, that's not what was supposed to happen.." the sorcerer thought to himself. "No matter! Time to make my great escape. Hahahahaha- oof!" He turned around to run, slamming into the same wall but this time knocking himself unconscious falling to the floor with an audible thud.

A few hours passed and both of the boys started to wake up.

"Mmmn.. your knee's poking my side.." Jon complained.

"No you.. you got your elbow against my-" Damian paused, his eyes going wide as he stared at the face mere inches from his own; his face.

"Ahhh!" Damian shouted.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Jon Shrieked.

Both boys got up, their eyes wide as they stared down the other.

"You're me!" Damian shouted, glancing down at his body. "Ahhhh! And I'm you!" He shouted.

Jon dusted himself off, letting out a sigh. "TT. No, hayseed. We're us but... body swapped." Jon said with a shiver.

"B-body swapped?" Damian asked, looking down at his body.

"Yes, the effects of Faust's spell, no doubt." Jon said, looking around the room before spotting him, still knocked unconscious, missing a few teeth.

"Although, I don't see how body swapping would be a useful offensive spell." Jon said, walking over to the sorcerer's unconscious body. Placing a thumb on his chin in thought while Damian was freaking out behind him, rolling around on the floor and shouting.

"Perhaps the spell went awry.." Jon said, kneeling down and reaching for a pair of cuffs in the back pocket of his utility belt only to grope his own butt.

Jon's eyes went, his cheeks reddening quickly. He looked over his shoulder, thanking whatever powers there were that the real Jon didn't see what he just did.

"Kent." Jon said coldly, Damian still rolling around and panicking.

He sighed and stood up, walking over to his partner. Placing a foot on his torso and slapping his very very lightly.

"Snap out of it."

"Ouuuchhhhh!!" Damian complained.

"Now hand me my cuffs before Houdini wakes up." Pointing at Faust.

The boys cuffed the sorcerer and sealed his lips to prevent him from casting any more spells. They brought him to the fortress of attitude.

"W-where am-" Faust was cut off just as he was waking up by Jon slamming his hand on the table in front of his, breaking it in half. The sorcerer was scared shitless to say the least, tied up to a chair, his hands bound behind him.

"You're being interrogated." Jon said bluntly.

"Yeah! So you better start talking." Damian chimed in

"Or else." Jon narrowed his eyes.

The sorcerer chuckled. "looks like my spell worked." He smirked.

"Tell us how it works." Damian said.

"Make me." Faust said confidently.

"With pleasure." Jon smirked, throwing the wizard across the room and breaking his arm.

"Ahhh!" Faust cried out, clearly not thinking his plan through.

"Alright alright! I'll talk..." He said... "24 hours.." he said, out of breath.

"Till what?" Damian asked.

"Till you two change back" he said.

"That's all we needed to know." Jon said coldly, letting him sit back up before leaving the cell.

"Wait! You're just going to leave me here?!" He shouted out.

"Mhm! See you tomorrow!" Damian said, closing the door behind him before turning back "oh! Food will be there like I think uhm.. in a few hours? So yeah- uh! Yeah!" Damian said, before catching up to Jon.

"So..." Damian began, both boys seated at the couch.

"19 hours." Jon said plainly.

"But I thought he said-"

"No, Kent. 5 hours passed since we got turned."

"What do we do till then?" Damian asked.

"We wait, live out the other's day. Tomorrow we'll be back.

"What?!" Damian cried out.

"But- but me and my parents were gonna go to the amusement park..!" Damian complained.

"Yes, and I have an interview with father in couple hours."

"what do I do?!" Damian said, falling backwards letting out an exapserated sound.

"Just sit there. Let father do the talking." Jon said.

"Can't we ask raven for help?" Damian asked

"No, her and the other magical league members are off on a mission to fight mr. Mxyzptlk." Jon said, letting out a sigh "we just have to deal with it ourselves."

Most of the day finished, Damian retired to his bedroom. Being able to fool Clark and Lois.

"Ok.. time to-" Damian paused just as he was about to unbuckle Jon's belt. He was going to go to the bathroom when he remembered this was jon's body.

Damian eyed Jon's body in the mirror, still wearing his white t-shirt, jeans and red shoes.

His mind drifted back to when he accidentally groped Jon's butt, the blush returning.

"No." He said, plainly. Damian's had feelings for Jon for quite some time now and he'd be lying if he said he never wanted to see him.. bare. He never actually thought it'd happen, nor was he planning on acting on those feelings any time soon.. but given the circumstances he had the chance.

"Its not right." He said, wrestling with his thoughts. Before feeling a tent pitch in his pants, the blush darkening as he felt a single bead of sweat drip down his face. He looked down to see a buldge in his jeans.

"Mmmng.. maybe just a little peek.." he said, before dropping the jeans to the floor, Jon's boyhood springing upwards, a drop of pre being flung to his face.

"This is so.. weird.." Damian said to himself as he licked the pre on his cheek, feeling Jon's boyhood throb.

"Mmmn.." Damian let out a hum, before slipping off Jon's shirt eyeing his bare chest in the mirror.

"Heh. Pink nipples. Cute." Damian smirked before caressing Jon's slender body, admiring his frame.

He paused remembering one important thing. Walking over to Jon's school supplies, he pulled out a ruler.

"TT. He's bigger." With a disappointed groan he admitted.

Damian reached for Jon's phone and thought for a second.

"Agh fuck it." Damian said, as he stripped Jon nude. Taking pictures of his pale body, everything from head to toe videoing Jon jerk his boyhood up and down before stroking, pulling down his foreskin and revealing the boy's sensitive tip. He then showered, videoing and picturing himself.

Wiping himself off, he collapsed in bed and began stroking, fondling himself, running his fingers through Jon's messy hair. He videoed himself edge thrice before spewing jon's load all over his bare chest. Licking up the evidence.

He sent all videos and pictures to one of his own alternate accounts.

"Sorry Jon." Damian said, a hint of regret in his voice deleting any evidence from Jon's phone while groping the boy's family jewels.

"I just couldn't pass this up." He said, reluctantly slipping clpthes back on and going to sleep.

Morning came and Damian was back in his own body.

"Mmmn.." he groaned, feeling cold. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he saw he was completely naked. His eyes went wide, as he scanned the room, his underwear was all over the place and that's when it hit him.

He was sore, sore all over especially his boyhood. Reaching down to touch it he recoiled, it was still hypersensitive. Looking down at his bare chest, he was covered in his own cum.

A smirk came to his face.

"TT. Guess this makes us even~" he said, opening his gallery.

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