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Celestial Sensations	By : FireCracker Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 3371 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER ELEVEN: LOVE HURTS
Northeast Hell, Lgeak District.
The Trigon brothers cackled at their crystal ball.
“A most satisfying conclusion eh, Suge?” Roskoff snickered.
Suge fanned himself. “Who knew he was hiding all that under his cloak?”
Belilal licked his lips. “He’s full of legendary surprises, so I hear. Maybe we should invite him back to the casino.”
“Great ass. And that body…”
“Down, brother. We haven’t invited him yet!”
“First things first.” Roskoff pointed at the floor. “Who’s gonna mop up that mess?”
()
Southwest Hell, Mours District.
Loethe lounged in her palace, BludWerkk. Nude and horny, she smiled at her crystal ball.
“Well, well. So my King has broken in his new pet. How delightful.”
A servant entered her chambers. “What will you today, my Queen?”
“I need a suitable excuse to get The Stranger here. After watching his porn movie I’m terribly itchy. See to it with our Public Relations Department.”
“Shall I have Duggs work on this matter?”
“Yes, that’s perfect. And hurry. It’s been too long since he visited me.”
“What about the visitor you had awhile ago? Rumors say a creature climbed in your window-“
“I’ll not discuss that now. Go!”
“As you wish, eminence.”
()
Bruce awakened blearily to a blinding headache. Reality spun and tilted around his throbbing eyes. Worse still, his mouth tasted like an old shoe. He squinted at a glass tray holding a bottle and covered bowl. A gold card lay against the bowl. Bruce jolted to full awareness at the fact that someone placed him in the sunken tub. He was partially immersed in lotus sweet water.

How did I get here? And where’s the Stranger?

Moving gingerly, he climbed out and slipped on the robe neatly provided on a stool. Pain stabbed his every motion as he tipped to the tray.
I can’t take this…don’t normally like drugs but I’ll never function hobbling around.
He picked up the card and read it.
Bruce, our night was amazing. There will be many more as we explore our love. My tasks will keep me away for a few days but when I return we will speak more. Until then, please use the items on the tray. They are healing salves that will cool and renew your body. Then, get plenty of rest. I will see you soon.
Your Phantom
Bruce sat carefully on cool marble tiles, his legs giving out. He grabbed the tray and popped the lid on the bowl. It was filled with a pale blue cream. Bruce lifted it to his nose.
Honey. It figures.
Resisting protesting muscle, he rubbed it on.
()
Dick stopped by to visit three days later. He sat with Alfred in the kitchen. As usual, the staunch Brit was busy cooking. Dick watched him work with a sigh.
“Boy, does this bring back memories.”
Alfred smiled, turning from the oven. “Indeed, Master Dick? How so?”
“The sugar cookies. Not to mention those famous fruit tarts of yours.”
“Ah, well they are a specific recipe.” Alfred teased. “Full of special ingredients.”
Dick approached a sore subject. “Speaking of ingredients. Does Bruce have a special one?”
Alfred set down a tray. “I don’t follow your meaning.”
“Well, the JLA tells me he’s been largely absent the last few days, although Bruce calls in. They aren’t worried yet, just wondering.”
Alfred was hesitant to answer. “Perhaps I shouldn’t say-“
“Alfred, I’m a big boy. And I know you know something’s going on with Bruce. Now where’s he disappeared to? Tim tells me he’s even backing off patrols.”
“He hasn’t disappeared exactly-“
“Dick?” a deep voice interrupted. Alfred and Dick turned to the source.
“Hello, Bruce.” Dick said evenly.
“Hi.” Bruce entered the kitchen moving slowly. Dick’s keen observation told him immediately something was off.
“So you aren’t invisible after all.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, the JLA is wondering if you have a new interest-“
Alfred coughed delicately.
Dick eyed him. “Ah, that is to say are you involved in a major project? Tim’s even griping, and you know it takes a lot to get him worked up.”
Bruce shifted on a leg. “No, everything’s fine. Just breaking the routine a bit, you know?”
“What?!”
A shrug of broad shoulders. “Maybe everyone was right about me being too obsessed. I’m trying to find a little more balance in my life.” He shifted on the other leg.
Dick was suspicious at the body language. “Why are you standing up? Come over here and join us at the table!”
“I was just going to get a bite of toast and some fruit.”
“Hot cereal.” Alfred insisted, stirring a huge pot. “Have a seat Master Bruce.”
“Hmm” Bruce sidled along the table and eased himself down. He angled off the side of his chair.
Dick had had it. “Bruce! Have you injured yourself?”
Muscular arms folded over the table. “Why do you ask?”
“Because you’re moving like an old man with bad feet.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Dick.”
Sky blue eyes narrowed. “Alfred, do you mind? I need to speak to Bruce privately.”
Alfred caught the hint. “Ah, yes. I do believe I need to check the appointment calendar.” The Brit practically ran from the room.
Bruce stared after him. “Now what’s his problem?”
“At least he has the grace and taste to not say what he knows.”
“Dick, what do you want? I thought you needed some space.”
“What I need is answers, Bruce. You’re obviously in pain. More importantly, why can’t you sit down like a normal person?”
The big man was stone faced. “It’s none of your business.”
Dick leaned back with a smirk. “Bruce, I can read you better than anyone. And after that crack, I know something is going on.”
“I don’t wish to discuss it.”
“I do! It’s the least I deserve from you.”
Bruce looked away with regret momentarily. “You’re right. I haven’t done the right thing here.” He stood and paced stiffly.
“Bruce, sit down before you fall down.”
The Bat held out his hand in invitation. “Let’s go into the living room. I’ll do better on the couch.”
Dick rose and joined him. “You always did before.”
“That’s not funny.”
“It wasn’t meant to be.”
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They settled on the huge sectional sofa. Bruce stared at the fireplace before speaking.
“I never meant to hurt you.”
Dick was muted. “I know. Tell me what’s going on now.”
Bruce shrugged. “I just see things differently. I’m just as focused on the mission and Gotham, but it isn’t the center of my universe anymore.”
“I see. So what…or who is?”
“It’s a matter of perspective, Dick. All of you at some point tried to get through my thick skull. But my single minded fixation wouldn’t hear. But there’s more to life, so much more.”
Dick was quiet. “Uh huh.”
Bruce continued, his voice rising. “Things to experience and share. We’ve all seen and done amazing things by any standard. But what are we, really? Just motes in the universe.”
“Bruce, lower your voice and calm down!”
Wolf blue eyes were bright. “I am calm, for the first time in my life. There’s a need for balance in everything, Dick! Have you experienced, or wanted to experience something you never touched before?”
“What the hell are you talking about? Have you gone crazy-“
“Something that touched you to the core, in a way you can’t explain? Have you ever wanted that without knowing? I always thought perfection was a goal, not a state of being. The beauty of life! Having your body and mind opened to new perceptions, new vistas and-”
Dick shook him. “Stop it!”
“He can’t stop.” A familiar voice stated nearby. They turned to see Jason leaning against the entryway, arms folded.
“Keep going. It was just getting interesting.”
“Do you mind, Jason?” Dick was annoyed. “This is a private conversation!”
A shrug. Jason tucked his red helmet under an arm. “You sure as hell wouldn’t know it by all the yelling. I could hear Bruce near the main entrance.”
“How much did you hear?” Bruce asked.
“Huh. Enough to know you’ve got a secret. Or something else.”
Dick was perplexed. “What are you getting at?”
Jason laughed. “Ha! Don’t you get it, Dick? We’re yesterday’s news.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It doesn’t mean anything.” Bruce snapped, still sitting gingerly on the couch. “Can’t you find somewhere else to be right now?”
Jason looked him over. “Sure. Just came by to get some eats. Word on the street is that The Bat is scaling back, so I figured I’d come here and see what that’s about. That and the fact you’ve been acting weird.”
“I’m not weird.”
“Bruce, coming from you that’s a loaded statement. Especially since you’re in here yelling and clearly can’t sit down. So spill it!”
Bruce stood angrily and nearly toppled. Jason caught him.
“Something is definitely wrong. Shall I prove it?”
“You’ll prove nothing. Now get out!” Bruce bullied.

Dick watched Bruce closely. “We were getting to that part when you barged in, Jason.”
“Yeah, well-“ Jason shoved Bruce back on the couch abruptly. He landed full on his rump and grabbed himself, hissing in pain. Dick and Jason stared as if Bruce had a third eye.
“Stop looking at me like that!”
“Dick, follow me here.” Jason was smug. “He goes in seclusion for what, days? Suddenly reappears and can’t walk or sit down. Then starts babbling about perfection and being touched-“
“I’m warning you, Jason-“ Bruce snarled, giving his bat stare.
Jason waved his arms dramatically. “Now if I were a suspicious man, I’d think someone put the hammer to him. You may not say it, Dick. But I know what you’re thinking!”
Dick glared at Bruce. “Well?”
Bruce was angry. “I don’t care what he says!”
“It’s true, isn’t it?”
“This is not a three way conversation.”
“That isn’t an answer, either!”
Jason grinned. “Didn’t you have a guest who dragged you upstairs last week? The spook gangster with cape and fedora?”
“Phantom Stranger!” Dick blurted.
“It’s not what you think, Dick!” Bruce cut in.
Dick snorted. “I don’t know what to think at this point.”
“Hmm.” Jason rubbed his chin. “I’m getting a mental picture. Helluva mental picture. Especially considering Bruce always does the driving-“
Bruce held up two fingers. “You have this many seconds.”
“Got it.” Jason grinned, heading towards the kitchen. “Not that I think you could take me, anyway. Give him some TLC, Dick. He’s gonna need it. Too bad I didn’t have a camera on me.”
“Idiot.” Bruce watched him go.
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When Jason was out of earshot, their conversation resumed.
“So? Is what he saying true?”
“Jason’s an ass, Dick. You know that.”
“I also know you’re not answering the question. Tell me now, or I leave. Did you sleep with the Stranger?”
Bruce lowered his head a little. “Yes.”
“I see.” Dick inhaled slowly. “Not that I’m surprised. It’s what Zatanna warned us about. So. Are you committed to him now?

“I…don’t know.” Bruce felt awkward. “This situation is unlike any I’ve been in.”
“You mean relationship.”
“Yes! Relationship.”
Dick fell silent momentarily, thinking. “I know in the past you’ve rarely expressed strong feelings in words. When you suddenly did it so easily I got suspicious.”
“I’ve put you through a lot. I’m sorry.”
“You have, but I’m not vindictive.” Dick looked away. “Does he love you?”
“Yes.”
Bright blue eyes met even bluer ones. “And do you love him?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? You expect me to believe that after the way you talked earlier?”
“I may have gotten carried away-“
“Swept away is more like it. I thought you were converted. Or lovesick.”
Bruce winced. “I really sound that bad?”
“Jason nearly called you on it. No one talks like that unless they’re dying or lovesick.”
“I’m not lovesick.” Bruce shifted on the couch again.
“I think you got hit by a thunderbolt.” Dick stood to go. “You just won’t admit it.”
“Where does this leave us, Dick?”
“I’ll still be your partner in most things. If there’s an emergency or you need backup, I’m there.”
Bruce gripped his arm. “You’re special, Dick.”
“Not special enough, apparently.”
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Bruce had an equally uncomfortable conversation with Superman. Clark took it in stride, saying no hard feelings. There was still love and the hope that they’d get together again. Bruce could only smile at the big lug. Clark always had hope.
He got through another week with no sign of the Stranger appearing. Bruce wasn’t surprised. His new lover wasn’t an eternal wanderer for nothing. But the salves given him seemed to have less effect the more he used them. His body still wasn’t up to par and he worried that Gotham’s worst would get the wrong idea.
Alfred offered useful and tasteful suggestions to speed his recovery. He was able to move relatively well, but range of motion was limited. Still no good. Another long day on the computer sent him upstairs to soak.
The big man moved stiffly along polished marble tiles. Glancing at his huge sunken tub, he smiled at memories.
The scene of the crimes. What he did to me!
“Hello, my love.”
Bruce spun at the unexpected voice and immediately paid the price. His body clenched in spasms as he nearly toppled. The Stranger was there immediately to catch.
“I’m sorry, I startled you. Bad habit, I’m afraid.”
Bruce smiled ruefully. “It must be the only one you have. As you can see, I still need help here.”
Stranger nodded, guiding him down on the bench. “I wanted to check in on you and see your progress.”
Bruce shifted on the bench uneasily. “Still having…problems. The salves stopped working effectively after three days.”
“What?” Glowing white eyes went wide. “Then, I made a miscalculation.”
“How so?”
“The healing dosage was too low. I was hesitant to make the salves too strong. They can be addictive if overused.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this? What’s in them, anyway?”
The Stranger didn’t answer. “I’ll make you something stronger. Give me a minute.” He abruptly left.
Perplexed, Bruce saw him dart behind the glass pebble partition and down the hallway.
“Where are you going?” he shouted. A voice echoed in his head. Back here in the changing room. I’ll be out shortly.
Bruce waited patiently, nerve pain rolling up his back. If this were the price to pay for such pleasure, he’d take it. The Stranger returned with a flourish, cape billowing everywhere. He held out a small bowl with purple cream.
“I’ll need to apply this myself, Bruce. Some areas you won’t be able to reach.”
Bruce loved how matter of fact Stranger was about everything. “Just as well, I can’t reach around anyway with all this stiffness.”
“Come.” Stranger took his hand and led him to the bedroom.
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Bruce lay on his back expectantly. “This should be fun.”
The Stranger hovered over him with a shaded smile. “We’ll see. Open your robe.”
Bruce thrilled at the voice that commanded his submission before. “All yours.” His voice was deep.
Stranger paused, taking in the sight. Sculpted, rippling muscle everywhere. A mouthwatering treat for the senses. Control.
Bruce noted the gloved hands trembling. “You okay?”
A silent nod. Bruce couldn’t see the expression under the fedora. After another moment, long fingers dipped into the cream and starting massaging. Bruce closed his eyes, enjoying the soothing smoothness.
“Perfect.” He murmured. “I can feel the tension easing up.”
“It will get better.” The Stranger assured, his eyes sparking hotly. He continued his slow and deliberate massage, squeezing and pressing gently. A gloved hand slid over cotton briefs, tracing the ridge of a bulge there.
“Here?” the Stranger smiled.
“I’m fine.” Bruce breathed, lost in those blazing eyes again. “Not as sore as other places. The salve worked there first.”
“I’m not convinced.” Tugging the briefs down, Stranger scooped purple cream and smothered Bruce completely. He kissed the cock first, licking and lapping delicately. The heavy balls were nudged with tongue next.
Bruce sucked in a breath and watched, fascinated. A fully clothed Stranger tasting his cock like a piece of candy. Hot.
Oddly enough there was no burning this time, no aching or sweat. The touches were light and gentle, made for healing and not heat. Bruce enjoyed the pleasant sensations in contrast. Stranger rolled him over and lifted away his robe. Another tug of cotton briefs. Bruce felt a rush of air on his ass.
Meanwhile, the Stranger struggled with his own rising lust. He stiffened at the sight of those lush cheeks, grazing them slightly with his fingertips. Dipping more cream, he massaged the trapezoid of muscle leading down to the tapered waist. Broad hands gently, almost reverently slid over those golden mounds. Calm yourself, fool. He must heal first!
Bruce sighed when a cream coated finger probed inside. The effect immediately erased nerve pain, bringing soothing coolness. He exhaled in relief.
“Thank God.”
“Good?” The Stranger withdrew his finger.
Bruce rolled over and covered up. “You have no idea. I was sitting on pillows for days.”
The Stranger chuckled in amusement. “Well, that’s over with. Get some rest.”
“You can’t stay awhile?”
Stranger looked him over hungrily. “It’s not…a good idea right now.”
Bruce easily picked up the signal. “It’s alright, Stranger. I can-“ he reached low under folds of cape, feeling a massive bulge. “You’re hurting. Let me do this for you.”
“No, Bruce.” Stranger emphasized, shifting away and standing up. “We’ll talk in a day or two, I promise. But I must go now for your own safety.”
Bruce sat on the bed, tightening his sash. “That’s the first time I’ve ever been threatened with sex. Wonders never cease.”
Stranger managed a smile. “You make me lose control, what can I say? Until then, love.” With a tip of his fedora, the immortal vanished.
Bruce sat quietly, thinking. Not only did he feel better, but the entire room was fragrant and relaxing. It reminded him of…
The new jar of salve still lay on the bed. Bruce popped the lid and sniffed. Honey with Spice again. What else?.
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