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The Birthday Present	By : Kip Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 8478 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"So what's all the mystery?" Sandy let himself be led along the echoing hallway to the top of the stairs.
"Trust me?" Bruce asked.
"Trust you?" Sandy gave him an arch look, "Hmm? Let me think … HEY!"
Swinging the blond over one shoulder, Bruce bounded down the stairs at a run, laughing as the breath was jolted out of both of them each time.
"Oi! Put me down, you big brute!" Sandy yelled, half-laughing and half puffing.
Sliding him sensuously down his body, Bruce pinned Sandy against the landing panelling, using his full body weight to hold him there as he dug his tongue between the other man's lips. Sandy didn’t seem to object; in fact from what those clever fingers were doing his blond friend was perfectly happy with the arrangement.

"I thought," Sandy gasped, when Bruce finally released him from the lip-lock. "That you didn’t want me thinking about that?"
"I didn’t." Bruce grinned. "I changed my mind though." He undulated his groin meaningfully against his lover.
"Oh well… Shame to waste a good opportunity." Sandy wriggled out of the embrace and dropped to his knees. Puffing hot air through the front of Bruce's joggers he rubbed his nose along the returning erection, it didn’t take him long to free it from the confines of the fabric and wrap his mouth around the tip.
"Oh," Bruce couldn’t help react; having the blond kneeling in front of him, with that eager mouth wrapped around Bruce's cock, was doing amazing things to his sex-drive, if nothing for his will-power. Slowly he started to push into the hot wetness, groaning as he saw his entire length steadily vanishing between the parted lips.
How does he do that? Leaning against him, Sandy didn’t protest in the slightest as Bruce's fingers wrapped around the back of his head.
"Yeah, that's it baby … take it right in…" Bruce commanded, guiding the pace with occasional lazy thrusts. It felt so right, standing there with Sandy enthusiastically giving him head.
"Lick it," Bruce sighed. "Suck me." The occasional sensation of teeth along his sensitised flesh only added to the appeal. "Harder." He wasn’t going to last long at this rate. His body didn’t care.
"Coming." He warned, feeling his balls start to draw up. Sandy wrapped his palms over Bruce's butt cheeks and closed the last tiny gap between them, burying Bruce in him right to the root.
"Drink it." Bruce gasped, and delivered as promised. "Oh God!"

Knees giving out, Bruce slid down the panelled wall and onto the cool floor. "You do that so well…" Turning, he gazed at his companion.
"Hmm, looks like we missed something?" Pulling Sandy onto his lap, he stroked the passion-swollen lips, feeding the tiny trickle of creamy white liquid back into Sandy's mouth. "Take it all…" He murmured.
Sandy moaned softly, rocking against Bruce's palm, and sucking at the end of Bruce's thumb.
Appreciating the extra possibilities, Bruce gently rubbed his palm over the small dark patch that was spreading over Sandy's joggers. "Let me help you with that?"
Beyond speech, Sandy rocked in his arms, fervently licking away the last traces of the salty fluid. Bruce could feel the desperation building within his lover.
"Oh, you're so hard, aren't you, sweetheart?" Easing his hand into the narrow gap between the fabric and Sandy's smooth flesh, Bruce stroked the hard velvety rod with a practised touch. "Come for me, Babe."
Cradled in Bruce's arms, Sandy wailed, and climaxed.

"That was so amazing…" Sandy whispered, leaning his head against Bruce's shoulder as the tremors within him gradually subsided. "You are so amazing."
"Like you're not?"
"Me?" Pale eyes blinked at him in confusion.
"Sandy," Bruce was suddenly awkward, not sure how to broach the subject without upsetting his lover. "Alfred mentioned that you had a dream about me being in trouble."
"Yeah." A heated blush stole over the blond's sculpted cheeks. "Daft, eh?"
"No." Bruce told him. "Not daft at all."
"Course it was. I dreamed you were trapped in a fire."
Tipping Sandy's chin until the other man met his eyes, Bruce leaned in and kissed him. "I was," He confessed softly, waiting to see how Sandy would react to that.
"Are you alright now?" Sandy was instantly worried.
"Of course I am. Don’t I feel alright?"
"You feel damn good. But I'm not sure it was you in the dream…" The blond protested. "Whoever I was seeing had dark skin …" Sandy frowned, confused. "At least he looked as if he had dark skin, but somehow it was you at the same time,” He let out a faint sigh, “I'm not making any sense, am I?"
"More than you might suppose." Bruce reassured him with a tolerant smile. He couldn’t imagine reacting this way to anyone else, but then Sandy wasn’t anyone else… he was… special, which reminded Bruce of what else he'd meant to ask the blond. "Sandy, have you had dreams like that before? Ones that mirrored real events?"
"No." Sandy shifted. "At least not as far as I remember. It's new, I think."
"You still don’t remember any more about… before? About being…?" What did you say to someone in these circumstances?
"About being Aunty Ivy's Tommy?" The blond guessed. "No, just that one small sequence with Kath and the pond; oh, and the bit of the summer fair. There might have been a quick flicker of John back when we were at school, but that's all confused now because of the new bits I picked up from him when he and I touched at their house."
"You still remember what you acquired from John?" That surprised Bruce, he wouldn’t have expected that; it had been weeks since the incident.
"I guess it's because I don’t have much in my mind." His companion replied lightly.
"Don’t down yourself!" Bruce was immediately ready to defend Sandy, even against himself.
"No, I didn’t mean that. Or maybe I did?" Sandy let out a huff of breath. "Sometimes even I can't tell. What I was trying to say, without worrying you, was that if I had a lot of memories of my own, there probably wouldn’t be much space for fitting in the things I get from other people, and they'd fall away again."
"So now, when you absorb things from people, they stick?" He didn’t want to worry me? Did he think I'd reject him, just for something as petty as that? Then again, Sandy doesn’t know the weird crowd I mix with in my other role…
And weren't they down here right now to rectify that?
Damn, I’m getting side tracked again, aren't I?

"I think so." Sandy was saying. "I rang Kath last week and talked to her about it. She was sure that I used to completely forget everything I'd learned within a few days, though that seems to have changed too since the accident: a couple of the things that I picked up from John are still quite clear now."
"Embarrassing?" Bruce grinned, wanting to lighten the tension.
"As if I'd tell you!" Sandy took the bait and wriggled.
"Off!" Bruce ordered, letting his lover drop down between his thighs and slip the last few inches onto the polished floor. Getting to his feet he held out a hand to Sandy. "Up, now…"
"I don’t think I could." Looking down at his own lap, Sandy gave a cheeky grin.
"Not that bit of you… the rest of you. Although feel free to bring it along, we might get some more use out of it later." Assuming that you don’t decide to stop speaking to me once you find out that it was actually me winding you up the other night… Or at least the 'other' me...
"I certainly wasn’t planning on leaving it behind." Came the amused retort. "Incidentally, where are we going?"
"Somewhere you haven't been before." Bruce told him, being purposely mysterious.
"Ooh… very Machiavellian."
"Big words!" Bruce laughed, squeezing Sandy with enthusiasm. "And if I was really Machiavellian, then I'd hardly let you know what I'm going to tell you now, would I?"
"Huh?" Sandy blinked at him. "You're not making sense."
"Not to you maybe." Pulling Sandy gently by the arm, he guided him toward the old clock that hid the secret entrance. "Sandy, I want to show you something that only a very few people know about, and it has to stay that way."
"I bet Alfred knows." The blond said confidently.
"Alfred knows everything." Bruce nodded. And wasn’t that the truth? Alfred probably gave God feelings of inadequacy…
"Now, do you give me your word not to let anyone else find out anything about what I'm going to show you?" Bruce prompted.
"It's not something awful, is it? Like dead bodies?" Sandy hesitated. "Not that I would tell anyone else even if it was, but I," He fell silent because Bruce chose that moment to kiss him, pressing him firmly against the wall while gently biting and sucking on Sandy’s lower lip.

"It's not anything like that." Bruce promised, as he let his partner up for air. "Now, do you want to know, or not?"
"How can I know, if I don’t know what it is?" Sandy protested.
"I asked you before if you trusted me." Bruce reminded him. "If you don’t think you can then we can leave it at this, go back to bed together now, and no harm done."
Last chance to change your mind – or mine…
"I trust you." Resting back against the wall, Sandy met his eyes. "Whatever it is, I'd trust you with my life."
Which is good, because I'm about to trust you with my lives; both of them…
"Then come with me." Bruce triggered the entrance, and the clock slid smoothly out of the way.
Too late for either of us to chicken out now…
"Bruce?" Sandy gazed up at the newly revealed passage. "How long has this been here?"
"Years." Bruce told him, taking him by the hand and leading him inside.

"Oh." Standing on the upper level, Sandy gazed around in wide-eyed wonder at the Batcave. "Oh … wow… That's …"
Not anywhere near as interesting as what I'm looking at right now… Bruce purposely kept that thought to himself for the moment, "Come on." He tugged gently.
Following close behind, Sandy peered curiously around between the gleaming technology and the high vaulted ceiling. "So that's where the bats live?" He asked.
"You've seen them before?" It wasn’t exactly a surprise: the bats were prolific and Sandy was naturally observant.
"Yes, at twilight, when they swarm out to hunt…" The blond replied absently.
"Didn’t you wonder where they came from?" That was a question that had bothered Bruce a lot as a small child, until the terrifying day he had found out the hard way.
"Well, yes…" Sandy sighed. "But thinking about where you were at night has kept me pretty busy lately."
Bruce felt the slightest bit guilty at that. I thought I was protecting both of us by keeping this from him, but instead he's been worrying about me. "So, now you know what I do with at least some of my time." He said lightly.
"You invent these gadgets, don’t you?" Sandy was very careful not to touch any of the devices laid out on the workbench.
"Yes." Bruce nodded, pleased to be able to actually acknowledge his part in the creation process; walking over to the storage area, he pulled out the current incarnation of The Suit.
Sandy's eyes went wider still. "I saw this the other night! I recognise that gouge on the armband." His eyes roved down, to the long crack on one thigh piece where the Joker had tried unsuccessfully to insert the steel spike. "That looks bad."
"That's the point of the armour." Bruce reminded his lover. "It's a lot more painful to have to fix skin and bone."
"Freaky…" Sandy was still staring at the thigh piece. "That's exactly where I saw it in the dream." He blinked. "Batman brought it here to be repaired, didn’t he?” Realisation set in. “He was here again! Is he still around?" Sandy didn’t look much like he wanted the answer to that one to be 'yes'…

Bruce hesitated. This was the moment of decision. Did he tell his lover the whole truth, and hope that it didn’t spoil what they had, or did he take the easy way out - at least in the short-term; and let some part of the lie stand?
And if I can't tell him this, then what else will I let come between us?
"It needs to be repaired." Bruce agreed, sliding into the upper part of the suit while Sandy was still fixated on the damaged thigh-piece. "And the Batman is still around."
"Where?" Distracted, the blond automatically glanced warily around the cave, precisely as Bruce had anticipated. Picking up the replacement thigh piece, Bruce paired it up with the rest of the lower portion and locked himself into the Kevlar-mix; fingers moving with practised ease.
"The thing is, Sandy, tinkering with technology isn't the only thing I do with my evenings…" As the armour took shape around his flesh, he could feel the Bat already starting to stir.
Whipping his head around, Sandy glanced at him in horror. "Bruce! Don’t play about with that! It’s not funny!” He lowered his voice. “Besides, what if Batman finds you in his armour?"
"It's not his armour." Bruce murmured, padding over to where Sandy stood looking at him in stunned amazement. Leaving off the gloves and cowl, he reached out, sliding a hand around the back of his lover's head, tangling his fingers softly in the golden curls. Pulling Sandy forward lightly, he closed the gap between them, until they were close enough for Bruce to feel the blond's breath warming his cheek.
"It's mine…"

For a moment there was only the hum of machinery and the sounds of the two of them breathing.
"You don’t just mean that you made it, do you?" Sandy whispered. "Or that you paid for it?" The expressive eyes regarded Bruce with undisguised awe.
"No." Bruce agreed, letting Sandy take that confession to the inevitable conclusion.
"You really mean that it's… your… armour." Sandy's voice trembled very slightly.
Holding the Bat on a very firm leash, Bruce licked the tip of his tongue along the other man's quivering lip, lightly tracing the perfect bow. "Yes, it's my armour," He delicately emphasised the possessive.
"Because you're the Batman..." Sandy finished warily.
"Yes." Bruce admitted it with mixed feelings. "I'm the Batman."
"But …" Pale blue eyes delved into his own. "Your voice…"
Bruce slipped a little further into his nocturnal persona. "Is only one of the things about me that changes when I let the Bat out to play." He growled, his tone deepening into the lower register with practised ease. His fingers ached to clench on the abundant curls, to yank the other man against his naked flesh so that the Bat could dominate Sandy and claim him for their own.
No! Only now realising the danger, Bruce fought, but it was late and he was tired. He could already feel the animal side starting to win the contest. Down here, in the permanent dark, the Bat was in the ascendant, and an exhausted Playboy was no match for the darker persona.
I should never have brought Sandy down here! Not at night! Not after everything that's happened this evening! What was I thinking?
Not thinking really, so much as reacting, his inner voice warned. The man had had relief, but the Bat had yet to be satisfied. And it wanted it… With Bruce's mark already on him, the blond was fair game now for the inner beast.

"You feel… different," Sandy gasped, tensing and starting to draw away. "I can see that you're Bruce, but you feel… darker."
"Darker?" The Bat was not going to let his golden prize go that easily. Of course, darkness! That was the answer, and exactly what the animal within required now! With the absence of the revealing light the armour would become an irrelevance; the restricting man-made shell could be shed without handing back control of the body. Seizing the tempting handful of hair, Batman captured his prey and drew Sandy to him.
"Yes …" The pounding in his groin grew stronger. "Oh yes …" Part of the suit became uncomfortably snug. No matter, with the lights off it would no longer be necessary.
"Don’t do that." Sandy warned, eyes wide. "You know not to touch me there!"
"Tonight I'm going to do more than touch you…" The Bat warned, snapping the lights off and plunging the cave into darkness. At the same time his hand drifted down, cupping the back of Sandy's head and locking him into place.
“Here and elsewhere...” His fingers splayed out, gaining greater purchase, a calloused palm sliding down toward the nape of the blond's neck.
"What the?" Something stung his cheek, bit at the curve of his ear, zapped the side of his cheek, and sizzled unpleasantly over the bare skin on the backs of his hands.
What was that? Without the night-vision lenses in the cowl, human eyes couldn’t function in the unlit cave. Flicking the lights on low the Bat looked around, but could find no cause for the strange sensations.
"Don’t want to hurt you… Bruce…" Sandy panted.
Sandy! Bruce was suddenly back on top, and panic-stricken: the unexpected pain had distracted the animal element; disrupting the totality of his internal prison. Reason began to reassert itself. He wouldn’t do this, wouldn’t let the Bat hurt Sandy! Bruce knew what it wanted, just as the darker side knew his innermost thoughts. "No …" He groaned aloud.
"Bruce…" The blond shivered a little.
Hurriedly discarding the armour, Bruce wrapped himself fervently around his lover. "It's alright, I'm here… I've got you."
"You were…" Sandy clung to him, seeking the warmth and reassurance of another body.
"Sssh… I know … I know …" Inside him the fight began again; the two elements of his personality battling for control. "I shouldn’t have brought you down here." He admitted. "I'm sorry, Sandy, so sorry…"
"For what? What do you mean, Bruce?" Sandy flinched as his wrist was caught in a painfully tight grip. "Bruce!"

"Bruce is sorry that he isn't in control right now." The gravel tones hissed out into the dim cavern. "And he isn't … I am."
"Batman?" Sandy guessed.
"So beautiful, and so smart..." A heavy hand came up and traced Sandy's smooth cheekbone down to the first hints of stubble. "What is it about you? Why do I want you so much?"
"I don’t know." The blond tried to pull away. "But I wish you didn’t."
"Do you?" The baritone voice raised echoes around the stony walls. "Do you really?"
Sandy glanced away. "Yes." He whispered.
"Liar." Thick fingers caught the rim of Sandy's ear and teased it. "I can smell you. You want this body."
"But with Bruce's mind inside it." The blond replied earnestly.
The Bat grinned. "You can have that." It agreed silkily.

No Sandy! Run! Bruce was screaming silently inside his head, but no one heard: at least no one that cared.

"I can?" The blonds pale eyes widened in surprise.
"Yes," There was a rawness in the rich voice that had not been there before. "As soon as I have had you…"
"You mean that?" Sandy gazed at him warily.
"I never get to stay long." The Bat answered bluntly. "This skin is always more Bruce than Bat. Batman only gets to come out to play for a few hours a night. Your Playboy is in charge the rest of the time."
"And you'll go back … wherever it is you come from, and not do anything to hurt Bruce?"
"Dumb Blond …" The animal side laughed, at least as far as it was possible for it to express something as human as amusement, it was not a pleasant sound. "Hurting Bruce would hurt me." It ran a curious finger along the curve of Sandy's shoulder, following along the neck of his t-shirt. “We’re never that far apart. Different elements, not totally different beings.”
"What happens to the element that's not in charge?" The blond was visibly anxious, but persistent despite that.
"Still here… just locked in the back." The hand slipped into the neckline of the loose t-shirt and gripped a handful of the fabric.
"So you each know what the other's doing?" Sandy questioned.
The Bat looked at him. "You accept we're not quite the same?"

Can Sandy really do that? Understand that I'm not … the animal? On tenterhooks, Bruce waited for the moment of truth. Or rejection…
The blond hesitated. "I … yes."
"And can you also accept that what this part wants isn't always what the Playboy part wants?" The Bat was asking.
Oh Sandy … you don’t know what he has in mind for you… the things he has hidden away in my head!
"Yes." Sandy said softly.
"Your little Playboy's all worried." The Bat gave a dark smile.
“Worried?” The blond blinked in confusion, "About what?"
"That what I want will frighten you, or disgust you. That I'll hurt you."
"Will you?" Sandy asked.
"Probably." That admission didn’t faze the Bat, not in the slightest. But then it would be Bruce that would have to deal with the aftermath…

Trembling very slightly, Sandy stood his ground.
"Deal still on?" The Bat checked. "I fuck you, you get him back straight after?"
"…Yes."
"Good." The need was building, and now that the deal had been struck the Bat was not in the mood for small talk. One sharp tug and the t‑shirt lay in shreds on the cave floor. The hand traced the contours of Sandy’s nicely honed body as the fingertips dipped lower.
"Wait!" Sandy begged.
Growling, the Bat held off. “Why?”
"I want them for later." Wriggling out of his joggers the blond flung them aside.
"Come." The massive arms reached for the blond and Sandy walked back into them, standing passively as the same lips that had kissed him earlier with such tenderness now brushed over his naked skin with heated fervour.
No! You have to get away! Bruce could already feel the unclean ideas bubbling up from deep inside his head.

"You smell so good…" The bass voice rumbled. "So fresh and sweet. Don’t fight this."
Obediently Sandy let himself be explored.
"Mine." Licking and sniffing along the muscular curves, the Batman rubbed his scent along the silky smooth skin, gradually pushing Sandy down to the cave floor. Wincing at the chill feel of the gritty stone under his knees, the blond continued to co-operate.
"Here." Two arms wrapped around Sandy and heaved him into a seated position, balanced on the Batman's thighs, the long cape under them both. "You needn’t be cold." Swiping his tongue along the side of Sandy's neck and shoulders with broad strokes, the Batman continued to mark his territory, growling occasionally and rolling his hips up against the blond's tight rear, daubing pre-cum along the soft flesh.
"Mmm… tasty…" The deep voice rumbled appreciatively.

For a while, the usurper was content to simply nip and lick over the flawless contours, raising goosebumps and tiny pink hickeys all over the tanned flesh, leaving Sandy writhing and shuddering in the grip of the calloused hands.
"Turn." The order was so unexpected that for a moment Sandy hesitated. A warning growl had him scurrying to obey. The instant that they were face to face, the searching tongue dipped into Sandy's mouth.
Don't trust it! Don't let it in! That was my mistake, and I'm still paying for it! Bruce fretted, watching from the back of his own head while the lustful creature within him eagerly explored its prize. I can't lift so much as a finger to help!
"Mmmph!" Caught in the unrelenting embrace, Sandy cried out as unexpectedly something else sought entry into his body.

A broad sweep of the hot tongue drew another cry from Sandy's lips, but this time it was a sound of pleasure, not distress. The exploring finger continued to glide inward.
"Lick it. Get them nice and wet." Delicately mapping the contours of Sandy's ear, the Bat nibbled on an earlobe for a second, enjoying the restrained sounds that were being coaxed from the blond.
A second finger joined the first, and then, finally, a third.
"Good… nearly ready." Pulling the wet fingers out of Sandy's mouth and applying them to the task, the Bat readied itself against the puckered entrance. “Just a little more of this...”
Sandy … fight him … you must know what he's going to do! Bruce was frantic, but there was no loosening of the constriction around him.
Gasping as the Bat nipped at the soft skin below his ear, Sandy jerked as the heated length breached his entrance. "Oh…"
"Mine…" The Bat growled. "All mine…"
"For now," Sandy agreed, leaning back against the larger form and letting the animal have its way.
The Bat roared in triumph, jabbing its hips forward and impaling the quivering blond on its rigid erection. Moving faster and harder with each stroke, it steadily claimed its mate, finally climaxing so fiercely inside the other man's shuddering body that the breath was momentarily driven from both of them.

The flush of climax faded off and with it the Bat, leaving Bruce in charge and still embedded deep within the body of his lover. "Sandy?" He whispered nervously. "Sandy?"
Winter blue eyes blinked open, focussing with a definite effort. "Mmm?"
"Are you…?" Hurt? Traumatised? So pissed off you'll never talk to me again?
"Tired." Sandy said unexpectedly, around a yawn.
Relieved that they at least still seemed to be on speaking terms, Bruce risked a careful hug. "I thought," He started to say, but anxiety gripped him. "You might be hurt." He finished weakly.
"It wouldn’t have purposly done any damage." Sandy yawned again. "That wasn’t the point."
"It wasn’t?"
"No… the Bat wasn’t trying to harm me, it was mating with me, just showing possession … Alpha male stuff, mostly posturing." The blond grinned slightly self-consciously. "Quite a turn on really ... Wouldn’t want it like that all the time, but if I'm honest I'd have to admit that a bit of domination turns me on."
"You couldn’t have enjoyed that, surely?" The warm body in his arms shifted languorously, the change in position making Bruce acutely aware of the cooling wetness now sliding down between his palm and Sandy’s belly.
"You think not?" Sandy asked ingenuously. "Didn’t you enjoy it?"
"I…" There was no way Bruce ought to admit how much it had turned him on. None at all… If only he hadn't promised himself to be completely honest with Sandy from now on.
"Yes…" He muttered, ashamed and more than a little embarrassed.
"So if you got off on it, why shouldn’t I have?" Sandy was asking.
"No reason." Bruce said hastily, sensing the dark entity lurking in the distant recesses of his mind rumbling in amusement and satisfaction. Yes, there was a lot of satisfaction rolling around in there.
And Sandy doesn’t mind a bit of domination? The control-freak element of Bruce's own personality started doing a little jig at the tantalising possibilities that discovery raised…
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