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Celestial Sensations	By : FireCracker Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 3371 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CELESTIAL SENSATIONS REDUX 1: REVELATION
Months had passed since Bruce declared his love for the Stranger. During that time Clark reconciled with Lois and Dick found a new friend. Life was good.
There were still disturbing questions regarding his new lover. What was his origin, why the hell family? Bruce was too much a detective not to wonder. And yet, some part of him didn’t want to know. As much as he loved the Stranger, there were dark layers he wasn’t anxious to explore.
The sex was still white hot and indescribable. They did it every which way, in and out of reality. Bruce shamelessly admitted to himself it was exciting to make love in public places (though invisible to mortal eyes). The illusion of being caught made it even more thrilling. There was the time in front of a hotel entrance, another at the bus stop on a sidewalk. In someone’s back yard behind the bushes. One particularly freaky session had them dangling from a telephone pole. And then up a tree in Gotham Park.
That guy never knew what got on his hat.
But there was always consideration for his feelings. The Stranger would lavish him with warm attention in private. They could talk on any topic at length. And at times his immortal ‘slave’ would serve him breakfast in bed, or run errands.
Bruce refocused on the moment. His writhing, sexy beast was on the floor begging for mercy. It was a delightful reversal of roles as the Stranger loosened his control a bit. He was seated on the floor, arms raised in shackles over his head. Panther like bulk and sinew glistened with exertion.
A breathy question escaped the Stranger’s lips. “Are you done humiliating me yet, Bruce? Have I not been good enough?”
Bruce stood over him, nudging perfect abs with his left foot. Toes teased a meaty pole resting heavily over a thigh. “You were splendid as always.”
“Then let me up.”
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Bruce slapped waiting lips with his cock. The Stranger glanced up before opening wide. He started sucking.
“Much better.” Bruce stroked the bright hair. Stranger slopped away with great relish, jaws bulging with every thrust.
“Yesss.” Bruce shivered as the hot mouth pulled with thrilling suction. Tongue swirling over his cockhead, teasing the tip.
Aren’t you going to watch me?
Bruce smiled silently. No.
Then I’ll stop.
Bruce felt a cold rush of air. His cock bobbed stiffly, aching for more stimulation.
A slap. “Keep going. Did I say stop?”
The Stranger was insolent, licking his lips. “No. But I changed my mind.”
“I’ll change it back.” Reaching down, Bruce squeezed heavy sacs with all his strength. His lover bucked wildly, hissing through his teeth.
“Now, get back to work.”
In silence, the Stranger opened his lips. Bruce shoved inside with a sigh. Teeth raked along his shaft sending shockwaves to his gut. He burst with a loud moan, spilling wetly. The Stranger gobbled greedily, his chin dripping with slop.
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Bruce sat lazily on his lover like a throne. Powerful arms wrapped around securely.
“So, Bruce. Busy day?”
“Hmm. Nothing special. I feel pretty lazy, actually.”
“As do I.” Stranger sniffed dark hair. “We’ll stay in.”
“All day?”
“All day.” Stranger caught a nipple and pinched it.
Bruce flinched at the touch. “And what do you propose we do all day?”
A hot tongue caught his ear. “Figure it out.” The smooth voice rumbled.
“You’re insatiable, Fox.”
“I’ve been teased relentlessly all morning.” Bruce gasped as teeth bit the nape of his neck. He knew the warning signs. That iron hard pound of flesh pressing his back was a constant reminder.
Never forget who is truly in control, love. I will please you.
“Yes.” Bruce arched back passively, feeling lightheaded and dazed. The air exploded with rich fragrance, hot spice and honey.
“Stranger, I love you.” Bruce murmured drowsily.
“And I, you.” A soft kiss into dark hair.
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Bruce felt himself being lifted and pierced. His lover pushed inside with a slow, agonizing stroke. Soon he was filled, ass aching with want. His body burned with itching heat as he straddled sinew and muscle. Balls slapping loudly while riding his Stranger like a bucking bronco. Bouncing higher and higher, a scream rising in his throat…
Hard thrusts rammed into tight heat, lifting them both. The bed shifted and creaked loudly, moving as they rocked. Stranger smiled at his sweating human, his face a dark mask of desire.
Bruce grimaced in delight. Fire and pain coiled low in his belly, burning his cock tip. He was ready.
Stranger felt Bruce tighten around his own throbbing flesh. On cue, he reached around and pumped his lover hard. Bruce groaned and gripped himself as well. He wailed loudly from the double assault of painful strokes. Heat rolled up his spine.
He was done. Bruce cried out, firing thickly across the bed. But The Stranger didn’t stop. He quickly rolled his lover over face down and kept pounding.
Bruce felt his body move on its own, in synch with his Stranger. Words, ancient words were sung softly into his ear. Lilting and melodious, it was no earthly language Bruce knew of. He couldn’t think, blood thudding his brain sweetly. Lost in red haze, he reached under his belly and stroked to each thrust. Then something happened he never felt before.
Swirling wind was everywhere, briefly cooling sweaty skin. Something brushed his flanks with edges, hard thin edges. He heard the Stranger moan loudly before stinging heat flooded his ass. His own cock twitched again and spurted over his hand. Shards of white light burst behind his eyes like nova, blinding all perception. Bruce felt warm weight on his back before blacking out in sticky bliss.
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The unbelievable pain afterward was something he’d grown to accept. It was the intensity of their lovemaking that never ceased to amaze Bruce. He lay quietly under the blankets, skull throbbing insistently.
Have to reach the salve.
Something soft and hard shifted next to his body. It wasn’t skin or muscle.
What in?
Curious, Bruce edged up carefully. He saw tousled white hair sticking over the blankets. Without thinking, he reached out and stroked the soft strands.
And then something brushed him again. Something underneath the blankets.
Perplexed, Bruce flung them aside. And what he saw took his breath away.
The Stranger lay gloriously nude, sprawled on his back in peaceful repose. His features were fine, his body flawless perfection…
Framed by wings. Black wings.
Bruce stared in openmouthed shock. My God. The rumors are true, all true!
He kept staring. The wings fanned out underneath, shimmering black with flecks of color. Neither soft feathers nor horned leather, the wings held sharp, bladed edges. As the Stranger lay in his careless pose, Bruce thought he looked every bit a Fallen One from the skies.
Dismay crept into his heart.
The Stranger opened his eyes sleepily. “Bruce? I sense your fear. Why?”
“Why?” Bruce barely whispered. “Look at yourself! Why couldn’t you tell me?”
“What?” The Stranger sat up, immediately turning in stunned amazement.
Bruce held his head. “The hits just keep on coming.”
The Stranger was crestfallen. “You weren’t supposed to see them. I…got carried away last night.”
“You sang to me. It was beautiful, but I didn’t understand.”
The Stranger sat up and looked away. “It was my personal love song to you. My soul cried out to declare it. And it apparently broke the focus needed for my spell of concealment.”
“Why didn’t you share this with me, Stranger? I can keep secrets better than anyone.”
“And have you look at me the way you did just now?” green eyes filled with hidden pain.
Bruce took his hand. “It doesn’t change the way I feel. But as I told you before, there are some things-“
“That concern you. Yes, I know.” The Stranger managed a smile. “I’m not evil.”
Bruce hesitated. “I know.”
Stranger sighed. “There’s a ‘but’ somewhere.”
Ice blue eyes were steady. “I have to be honest with you. You’re utterly fantastic. And I love you in ways I’ve loved no one else. But there’s something, a side of you that I find frightening. I can’t explain it.”
The Stranger pulled him close, a desperate plea. “Never fear me, Bruce. Never.”
“I know you’d never harm me deliberately. But I just wonder if something from your past will destroy us both.”
“Isn’t that a little dramatic?”
“No, not considering the circles you run in.”
Soft lips brushed Bruce on the cheek. “Wings or no wings, I love you, Bruce Wayne. Nothing in my past would affect that.”
Bruce sat back carefully. “Could you do me a small favor?”
“Anything.”
“I want to see what you looked like. Then.”
The Stranger was momentarily surprised. “Are you certain?”
“Yes.”
“Very well.” The Stranger slipped out of bed and stood by the window. There was a blast of blinding light. Bruce shielded his eyes momentarily from the glare…
And was completely awestricken. The Stranger stood as a statue of terrible retribution. The black, bladed wings were completely extended, their razor points sharp and deadly. His imposing form was clad in gleaming armor with an intricate maze of red, black, and silver patterns. A stylized helmet held horn like projections which flared up on each side. Held in both hands was a long handled, lethal looking axe of black fire.
Bruce didn’t realize he was gaping.
The still shrouded eyes blazed like stars under the helmet. “And now, you have seen what no mortal eyes have for nearly three thousand years.”
Bruce was equal parts amazed and terrified. “Magnificent.” Was all he could say.
Stranger nodded slightly. “Thank you, my Knight.”
“Three thousand years? But the Great War far preceded that!”
“Of course. However, there are certain occasions where my true battle mode is still needed.”
Bruce nearly forgot the pain of his protesting body. “This is beyond belief. I never knew of any angels looking so…fierce.”
The Stranger paced the room, seemingly in anger. “I was not like the others. Neither General nor Advisor, Watcher nor Host Member. No, my duties were unique and terrible. And I was the best at it.”
“No offense, but you look like…an executioner.”
The Stranger gave a shaded smile. “Let’s just say I was the ‘black ops’ that did the dirty work no one else could handle. I walked the halls of heaven and all turned aside at my gaze. Morningstar was the revolutionary but I was the Soulreaver. When it was tasked me, no one escaped my axe, not even those of the host. Because of this, the path I walked was always alone.”
Bruce thought that over quietly. “My God. This isn’t what I thought.”
The armored head tilted again. “No, of course not. I am unknowable by nature, having dual sides. I am the universal linchpin that keeps the cosmic forces of light and dark in constant struggle. As long as I never choose, the universe will survive. Both sides of the fence have I walked. Neither can claim me completely. Heaven fears me and Hell doesn’t trust me. My path is my own, Bruce. And all creation rides my back, hoping one day I’ll break.”
Bruce sat back against the bedpost, shaking his head.
Those terrible black wings fanned. “But I sense another question.”
Bruce closed his eyes. “Yes. What’s your true name?”
“That one thing I must deny, love. There is power in names.”
“I’m not completely certain I understand.”
“My name is not spoken, but contains powerful magic. Magic that could upset the balance.”
Keen blue eyes narrowed. “That still doesn’t answer the question, but I’ll let it go for now. Can you at least tell me something else?”
“I will.”
Bruce wrapped himself tightly in the blankets. “The Great War. You didn’t choose?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I thought both sides had valid points. Emotions were running high. My hesitation was seen by some as weakness, but in truth I merely analyzed the situation. I saw no victory to be gained either way. I was already shunned in heaven because of fear. What war would improve my situation?”
“Incredible. It just goes to prove some things are universal.”
“Such as?”
“Petty and jealous behavior. Selfishness and greed.”
“Agreed. Power has no influence on sins and such. I am an expert.”
Bruce stared at the dark apparition that was his lover. “I wasn’t trying to insult you. But I have to call it as I see it.”
“It’s one of the reasons I love you so, Bruce. You state your mind and make no apologies.”
“I’m curious about another part of the legend. I thought you were attacked and had your wings stripped?”
The Stranger gave a sinister laugh. “The legend is partly true. I was actually attacked during the chaos of the Great War. Despite knowing what I was, both the Eagle and Falcon host came at me with everything they had. It proved to be a tragic mistake. I had no animosity for any of them, but survival came first. Several tried to strip my wings and got ripped to shreds for their efforts. They had no idea my wings are weapons. And what my wings didn’t lay low, my axe did. In any case, I was eventually overwhelmed once the trumpets blared and Michael and crew arrived with their flaming swords. Blah, blah, blah.”
“You’re getting angry.”
Stranger paced the room again, clearly agitated. “Wouldn’t you be? I was the best in the business among the firmament, but get chased out like common trash?”
“So they ran you out?”
Stranger’s features shrouded to black. “Oh, it wasn’t easy. Rafael tried to talk me down, and Uriel begged peace. I merely argued that the attack was unfair and that I’d done nothing. Michael stated that was the problem, that I had to choose. I couldn’t remain among them and not be totally committed. But pride and arrogance wouldn’t let me decide. In that, Morningstar and I were much alike. But even as we talked, other members of the Gilded host encircled with their swords drawn. I called treachery and the fight was on.”
Bruce was muted. “It didn’t end well, did it?”
The Stranger lifted his eyes, sea green once more. “No. I held them off for weeks, fighting like a berserker. There were injuries all around. It didn’t end until the other hosts had been healed and sent back into the fray. Even I couldn’t hold off all of heaven. In great rage they hurled me out into the ether. I landed on earth.”
“What about the rest? The other fallen ones?”
“They were angry about everything, and laughed at my situation. Misery loves company, so they say. But even so, they were impressed. Alone, I did more damage to heaven than all the rebellion combined. It earned me admirers I have to this day.”
Bruce decided to change the subject. “Is it true you tried to enter Hell?”
The Stranger paused. “Not precisely. I merely wanted a temporary place to hide and heal. Despite my rage, I felt great shame as well. Lucifer laughed and said we all deserved our fate. But that he’d rule where I had no place. It didn’t matter to me, so I wandered the earth instead.”
“Even Zauriel treats you with regard and respect.”
“He knows what I truly am, and what I was capable of.”
Bruce held out a hand in invitation. “And now?”
There was a flash of light again. Stranger climbed into bed with his lover, once again gloriously nude.
“Now, I expect nothing from above. My path is my own, Bruce. I choose to help others but the balance must be maintained. It’s in my nature, I can’t stop it.”
Bruce gathered him in. “So, in other words-“
The Stranger embraced and snuggled. “There will be times when I’m compelled to do actions deemed evil or vile. I must. Can you understand?”
Bruce sighed against a smooth cheek. “I can’t understand it, but I can accept that it’s part of you. At least I’m willing to try.”
“I’ll take that, then.” A soft kiss.
Bruce pulled up. “Maybe it’s a sickness. Have you-“
Stranger looked at him hard. “No, Bruce. It’s what I am. I’ve always been this way. It’s why I’m never trusted, despite all the good I do. Or bad.”
Realization struck Bruce like a hammer. “That vibe I’ve mentioned to others.”
“Yes. But enough talk of the past. How are you feeling?”
A slow smile crept on handsome features. “Destroyed and in terrible pain. For once I’d like to walk and sit down the next day.”
“I’m sorry.” The Stranger immediately reached for the salve. He lifted the blankets and started massaging tenderly.
Bruce watched his lover work him over quietly. He’d never completely accept the duality of his Stranger, but love would make him see it through.

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