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Pillow Talk	By : FireCracker Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 6025 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Batman series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Pillow Talk
- 2-Pillow Talk 2: The Day After
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submission dated 5-24-05
author: FireCracker
(Italic copy bordered by_underscore_)
Archive? You'd better.
Warnings: None specific, m/m
Pairing: Bruce/Clark aka Batman/Superman
What do you do with a horny Kryptonian? Handle him gently.
Pillow Talk
Bruce lay quietly in bed, watching pale moonbeams filter through filmy curtains. Sheets of softest silk caressed his skin, shifting with the slightest motion. He was sated, warm and safe. But agitated. Smiling vaguely at his contradictory state of mind, he attempted to roll to his side. It was as useless and futile as his other attempts. Arms like concrete pillars held him in place. With a grunt, he did a clever manuever by diving below the circle of iron and slipping free. Sliding one leg carefully free, he was about to step out of bed... Then those same concrete pillars grabbed him again, smashing against a hot chest. Swearing silently, Bruce twisted to see his slumbering companion. Clark was smiling gently in repose, a small snore gracing his lips. A perfection of male beauty by any standards, with strong features and cleft chin. A body to die for, like a sculpture of the gods... And Bruce still wanted to get the hell out of there. He squirmed uselessly against the rock hard grip. A sniff along the nape of his neck sent shivers down his spine. "Bruce." the voice was quiet and deep. "Yes." was the succinct answer. A tongue lapped his ear. "You're so beautiful." "Let go of me, you big lummox!" Bruce growled, still squirming. "I can't." Clark breathed, licking the handsome face. "I promised myself I would taste every inch of you." Bruce closed his eyes briefly from the wet facial. "Didn't you do enough of that all night?!" "Your eyes...the bluest I've ever seen, Bruce. They nearly glow." A sigh as Bruce settled. "Look. I have to get back to Gotham, you know that-" "I can fly you there. What's the rush?" "For one thing, I have a corporation to run. Secondly, we need to come up with a plausible explanation for...your actions at JLA tower." The kryptonian breathed against a thick neck. "My name, Bruce. Say it-" "Are you so far gone? I thought last night helped." "It did. The fever and pain is gone, thanks to you." Bruce was very still. To his surprise, Clark eased his grip. There was a long and heavy silence. "This isn't just about sex, Bruce. You know that." "I know." Bruce sat up, straddling superman at the waist. His own impressive physique was outlined by moonlight and shadow. "They all thought you were insane, crashing into headquarters like that. Grabbing me and taking off-" 'You gave me a standing offer, Bruce." there was a tinge of anger in Clark's voice now. "Explanations can wait." Bruce averted his gaze. "I wanted to help. You said there were problems you couldn't discuss with anyone else." The weird starburst pattern shone in those alien eyes. "I trust you with my secrets. As far as the JLA is concerned, they're familiar with extreme circumstances and emergencies in their midst." "Kidnapping a fellow member is typical? How do you explain that?!" Broad hands roamed thick thighs under the sheets. "I'll come up with something." "I won't be able to look half of them in the eye after this. The rumors about us were bad enough before." "You heard them?" "Some babble by Wally reached my ear. Dick also filled me in as far as 'us' being an item." A pause. "Aren't we?" "Clark, I-" "My name, Bruce. Clark doesn't need you like I do." Deep baritone dropped. "Kal-" Superman smiled, his errant cowlick coiled. "For once you stepped in with both feet and got surprised." Bruce grinned ruefully, still straddling the Kryptonian. "You may be right." "I warned you about the possible consequences of your offer. And the Corridan incident only proved my point." Bruce still had nightmares about the race of telepaths bent on universal domination. They'd captured members of the JLA and stripped them to their primal minds for entertainment. He bore the brunt of the aliens wrath, since a device he rigged destroyed their 'unimind'. Without the bolstering ability of their main neural transmitter, their dreams of dominance were all but done. They were defeated and banished to another dimension, but not before causing considerable mental anguish and trauma to the team. J'Onn had worked with a group of psychiatrists from S.T.A.R. labs to help everyone cope with the aftermath and psychic shock. /I'll keep you safe, Bruce. Always./ The dark knight panicked at the sudden intrusion. "Get out of my head, Kal!" A broad thumb reached up to his cheek. "You can't deny it, Bruce. We share a bond now-" "It should never have happened. If those Corridans hadn't been messing with my mind-" "I wasn't captured. What does that tell you?" Bruce attempted to slide off, but the kryptonian stopped him. "No. No more running." "I'm not afraid of anything, Clark." Superman glared, eyes flashing that solar flare in the irises again. "Kal. Will you listen? Our bond was...is a mistake! You have a wife. I know you love Lois! Why in god's name didn't you bond with her? I thought you were close!" "I've lied to myself for years, Bruce. Yes I love her dearly, but she doesn't...can't complete me." "You love her!" "Not like I love you." "Oh, god." Bruce covered his eyes. "There was a hidden bond between us for years. The telepaths merely brought it out." Bruce shook his head in confusion. "Why couldn't you bond with Lois, Kal? This makes no sense." "I thought we were compatible on all levels. It just didn't...I never _felt_ her the way I feel you." Bruce did slide off then, sitting on the side of the bed. "What did you do all those years when the fever hit you? Didn't Lois get you through that?" Kal edged up, resting his hands behind his head. He stared at the ceiling. "The main disadvantage to being an only survivor is ignorance. I had no template for my physiology or how my body matured. The fever wasn't as severe when I was younger. It wasn't until I hit full maturity that things became difficult. I would head into space often just to work off stress. And I didn't trust myself with Lois at that point, since we never had a psychic bond. I need it, Bruce...for my body and sanity." "That part I understood, the physical need." "It's why I warned you repeatedly what could happen." Bruce looked at his hands. "Because you love me." "Yes. And because you wouldn't allow yourself to love Dick." Bruce stiffened, clenching his jaw. "That topic is off limits." "No. If you and Dick were together we would never have bonded. Unless-" Bruce stared in alarm. "Unless what!" Kal quirked a smile. "Well, a three way isn't out of the question." "It is with me!" Bruce flushed. "That's ridiculous." "It's about emotional attachment also. I...our minds are most compatible." Bruce sighed again, scratching his head. "I often thought so. Sometimes our teamwork flows so smoothly I wonder if we're one person." Kal was pointedly silent, staring intensely. "I've got to go." Bruce moved again, pushing off. Golden skin gleamed in the near dark. "I know you're in love with Dick." Kal said suddenly, watching him. "And I also know...you love me." "Do we have to overanalyze this, Kal?" Bruce stood in all his glory near the bed. "I came to you as a friend, because I wanted to help." "And you did." starburst eyes were on him again, watching. "Fine. Now what? There's an awkward situation to cover back at JLA watchtower, not to mention Lois." Kal sat up, massive chest flexing. "Lois." "Yes. You know, your wife? The one who won't be crazy about her husband being in love with a man?!" The dark head dropped momentarily. "I know. I dread having to tell her." Bruce gaped in shock, approaching the bed again. "You can't! She'll never accept that." "I can't lie anymore." "Kal, sometimes the truth isn't best. Believe me, she won't thank you for honesty!" Those eyes lifted again in hope. "What do you suggest?" Bruce sat next to him over rumpled bedsheets. "Go home. Try to reconcile, or see specialists at S.T.A.R. to help you get through the...rough spots." Thick arms pulled Bruce in. "And what happens when I get the fever again? Lois can give me temporary relief, but she'll know something isn't right." Bruce looked down at broad hands gripping him. Despite similar size and bulk, their strength wasn't comparable. "Kal. I'm on your side here." "You offered me everything, Bruce. How can you expect me to go home to Lois?" The dark knight embraced his lover impulsively. "I can't do anything else. We'll still have time together if you want." "If I want?!" Kal stared at him as if he were insane. "You're my mate. Mine!" "Look-" "You expect me to give you up for appearance sake? Never!" "I'm not asking-" Bruce took a deep breath. "Let's reset here. I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you. There's no need to disrupt so many lives and cause pain." "I can't think of others all the time, Bruce. We deserve to be happy as well." Bruce felt the tremors rise under deceptively smooth skin. "Are you all right? You're vibrating again." "It hurts, Bruce." Kal groaned, leaning into the other man. "Everything." Bruce stroked the thick body. "Ssh. Lie back, beautiful. Let me take care of you." "Yes." the kryptonian moaned, falling back into soft sheets. Arms and legs splayed carelessy. Bruce licked his lips, eyes darkening. Kal's long neglected erection was nearly purple, swollen and needy. Hands gripped the hot shaft, kneading and rolling along the length. Kal bucked, face twisted in pleasure. "More!!" A wet kiss on the tip. Bruce swirled his tongue over the blushed head. "Watch me." he demanded, eyes blazing like blue suns. The aroused kryptonian watched him in a daze, clutching dark hair. Bruce sucked like a madman, jaws hollowing and slurping down the thick shaft. Teeth grabbed the plump head, holding it in place while his head snapped side to side. Kal-El screamed something in kryptonian, nearly hurling his lover off the bed. Bruce gobbled as cream slopped down his chin, splattering. Corded flesh strained in release as Kal emptied himself between sweet lips. Hands clutched Bruce mindlessly by the shoulders and hair. Moaning, he finally collapsed in a spent heap. Bruce gave a low laugh, eyes dark with lust. His face was slick with come. "You look like you've been shot." Kal sighed contentedly. "I want you to stay here." Bruce climbed over him, touching cock to cock. "I have to get back to Gotham, Kal. Now enough arguing!" "Oh?" kryptonian eyes looked down between them. Bruce was sporting a hard-on the size of a pole. Bruce sweated, wiping his mouth with a forearm. "Hell..." Kal dove low, going down on him. Bruce yelped as powerful friction drove him to the brink... and then he was suddenly flipped over, pushed into the mattress. "Hey!!" Kal loomed over him, body warmer than human. "Shh. I want to make you come this way." hands squeezed broad shoulders. "Oh, god." Bruce lifted up and back, thick thighs open wantonly. "Hurry!!" Without a sound Kal pushed into him, slow and deliberate. Bruce clutched the pillows, biting them with each thrust. He wouldn't last long. Kal pounded away, flesh slapping wetly against plump ass cheeks. Bruce shook uncontrollably, his cock flopping underneath and dripping. In aching desperation he reached for it, but Kal held his hand away and pinned it. He was too turned on to care. Hurling himself back against the hard flesh filling him, Bruce howled in delight. He was soaring, a release he'd never felt with anyone else. No control, just- Kal slammed into him a final time, lifting him off the bed. "Come!" he hissed. Bruce cried out as waves of pleasure crashed over him. His cock pulsed and shot into the mattress, even as another pulse exploded thickly in his ass. Kal gasped and fell over him. Bruce spent the next few minutes trying to breathe and get his brain connected. Blood roared in his ears. Kal wasn't in much better shape. He splayed over the big man, unable to move. After concluding his lover wasn't going to budge, Bruce coughed. Loudly. "Kal, get out of me." A kiss on the nape of his neck. "I can't, Bruce. I'm...stuck." A pause. "Stuck?!" disbelief. "Give me a minute, okay?" Bruce didn't know whether to curse or laugh. He settled for a smile. "Well at least move to your side so I can breathe easier." "All right." Kal rolled sideways, holding Bruce in a spoon. "Better?" "Much." They lay quietly, close in comfort. Kal stroked Bruce lazily, hands roaming across thick thighs and tangling fingers in the thatch at his crotch. A gentle thumb over a half hard erection. Bruce gasped, mindful of the cock still filling him. "Cut it out! he hissed. Kal purred. "Stop wiggling, or I'll never get loose." "You're about the loosest kryptonian I know." That earned him a solid laugh. "Duly noted." "My turn next time." "Of course." They were silent again. Bruce started to drift off. He thought he heard something, maybe dreaming. "-said talk to Dick." "Hah?!" Razor blue eyes snapped open in the moonlight. "What about Dick?" "I said you have to talk to him. If nothing else, explain the situation." A sigh. "I wouldn't know where to begin. Not that he hasn't heard the rumors at any rate." "Did you get the impression it...bothered him?" "Hard to say." Kal felt Bruce smile in the dark. "He's much like me that way." "I noticed." "The question is what will he accept? I can only tell him how we...how I feel. I've never been good at relationships." Kal's voice was smooth in his ear. "So what's the manual guide? You do your best and take it from there." "And here I thought Big Blue was a dumb jock." Bruce teased. Kal smiled against his neck. "I can even fly and chew gum at the same time." Bruce laughed. Kal managed to pull out, his cock finally softening. Bruce turned over and faced him. "I do love you, you know. I wouldn't have offered myself otherwise." A nuzzle. "More importantly, I didn't want you to die from the fever. Not if I could prevent it." "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, Bruce? I remember seeing you in a tux at one of your functions. Women were hanging all over you, and more than a few men were jealous." "It's the money." Thumbs teased thick nipples. "Money might sweeten the pot, but you are definitely the prize. By any definition." Bruce flushed. "I never focused on my looks, really. No more than a function of performance." White teeth gleamed from a laugh. "That's my Bruce! Always a practical application for everything." Slow smile. "You look better now. Ready for some sleep?" Starburst eyes said anything but. /I want to taste you first./ Bruce blinked in surprise at the switch to mental speech before smirking. /You've done enough of that for one night./ Kal ran his nose along the square jaw. /That was before. You taste different after you come./ Broad fingertips stroked Kal's cleft chin. "They should make a statue of you. In nothing at all." Kal lunged, catching a plump lower lip in his teeth. /I'm going to taste you again. You can sleep if you want./ Bruce grinned against the assault, nose mashed. /It's different with you, Clark-/ Kal clamped on his lip harder. /Say my name./ /Kal. With Dick I feel so possessive, but with you...I feel so free./ Those teeth released his mouth, finally. "Letting go can be wonderful. I've spent years trying to get you to see that." Bruce kissed him hard. /Yes. You're mine, Kal-El of Krypton. And I want Dick, too./ /Greedy bastard./ Hands roamed everywhere, massaging sculpted muscle. Kal felt himself go boneless as calm washed over him. "Now sleep, I said." Bruce settled into the mattress, covering them with soft sheets. Seconds later he was out, head nestled on the pillows. Kal leaned over him on an elbow, watching him sleep. He and his mate were perfect for each other. There would be serious issues with Dick, he had no illusions about the complexity of their relationship. Perhaps a three way wasn't so outrageous an idea. It was all a matter of perspective. He sniffed, smelling musk and semen. Their scents tangled in a heady perfume, primal and hot. And he still wanted to taste. Licking his lips, Kal dived under the covers and got busy. THE END
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