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Blue Dreams	By : FireCracker Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 9810 -:- 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.

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submission dated 8-6-05
author: FireCracker
(Italic copy bordered by_underscore_)
Archive? You'd better.
Warnings: STEAM

Pairing: Bruce/Clark

Clark goes out for a sandwich.

Blue Dreams 3
Bruce patrolled Gotham twice following the episode at JLA tower. He cringed at the thought of explaining all the damage. Agile feet leaped rooftops, swinging free on cable. Bruce moved on instinct, his mind fuzzy with confusion. /This whole situation is crazy. I have no idea what to do./ He swung blindly over another alley, losing concentration. An athletic tumble landed with a crash into garbage cans. The big man cursed silently, brushing debris from his cape. "Great. Now I'm taking swan dives into garbage." he strode angrily past a drunk who stared in shock. **** Superman nearly laughed to himself. The situation with Bruce was difficult, but not impossible. Even circumstances were in their favor. His brief dinner with Lois was interrupted once again by a breaking news story. Knowing his wife was nothing if not aggressive, she accepted the rush job. Lois always hated being upstaged in anything regarding her career. /Lucky me./ the kryptonian grinned as he flew east to Gotham. **** Batman sat quietly with his head between his legs over a stone gargoyle. He'd picked his favorite viewing spot on the south side of Gotham Cathedral to think. But he couldn't think. His body burned and rebelled, tightening at the mere thought of Clark. Deep, calming breaths did nothing to slow his elevated blood pressure. Bruce never noticed silent feet landing behind him, or a hand on his shoulder. "Hey-" "What?!" years of instinct took over. The Bat rolled free, crouching in a defensive posture. A surprised Nightwing laughed, hands on hips. "Boy, you are jumpy!" Blue eyes were wide under cowl. "Dick? Believe it or not, you're exactly who I wanted to see." "Really? Now I'm interested." lighter blue eyes teased. "Would you sit next to me, please?" Nodding silently, Nighwing lowered himself. "Must be serious. You never call me by name on patrol." "It is." "Would this involve a conversation we had a month ago?" "Not exactly. I mean, it might. It would involve us indirectly. But on the other hand-" Dick stared in surprise. "What the hell's going on? You're practically babbling." "I've got a problem, on a personal level." Dick shrugged. "Want to be specific?" "It involves me and someone else. This person wants a relationship, but I don't know what to do." Nightwing glowered. "Is this a game? Are you talking about me again?" "No." "I see." Dick was crestfallen. "I haven't forgotten what we said! But there's a complication now, something I didn't expect." Sharp blue eyes narrowed. "Go on." "This person is convinced we're destined to be together." "Oh boy." "I can't convince him it won't work-" Dick glared. "Him. HIM?!" he nearly stood. Bruce held him down. "Wait, hear me out-" "I thought this was about Selina, until you said 'him'." "Selina's just a flirtation, you know that!" "Ha." Dick snorted, sitting on the ledge. "So tell me, who's got you turned out?" "I didn't say-" "You don't have to. Do I know this 'person'?" "Yes. He's with the JLA." Blue eyes popped. "Oh, hell..." "Dick..." "It's true!!" Nightwing bellowed. "Dammit...I wondered. That's why you gave me the big stall." A kevlar clad hand clutched Dick's arm. "Wait, what are you talking about?" "Don't play dumb, Bruce. The rumors!" "Wally said something!" "The hell? What's Wally got to do with it?!" "Nothing. Forget it!" the Bat looked away. Nightwing spun the larger man around. "He knows because it's true. You and Clark. Is that it?!" "No that isn't it! Clark wants a relationship." "He's married! Are you insane?" "Of course not! I keep reminding him of Lois, but he won't listen." Dick blinked in shock. "You're kidding? And here I thought big blue was a boyscout." "Clark might be, but Kal isn't." Dick widened his eyes knowingly. "Oh..." "I don't know if its love, lust, or need. But he's lost it, Dick. I just came from JLA tower hours ago. He chased me around the table!" Nighwing laughed. "Now there's a mental picture." Bruce sighed, staring at his hands. "It's not funny." Dick abruptly stopped laughing. "No, it isn't. And now you can tell me the rest." "Rest?" "Do I look like a sucker? It takes two, Bruce. I've heard everything but how _you_ feel. Well?" "I'm...attracted to him." "Who wouldn't be? That's not what I asked." "All right!" the Bat stood and paced the blacktop. "I want him. Satisfied?" "Apparently you aren't." "Cheap shot, Dick." "Tell me again why you're confused?" Nighwing was sharp, biting. Bruce was wounded. "You know I love you, Dick." a whisper. "For all the good it does me." Nighwing looked away over the skyline. "Maybe talking about this with you wasn't such a good idea." A pause. "Are you in love with him?" "I don't know. He seems to think so." "Are you leading him on?" Bruce nearly laughed at that. "Me, a tease?" Dick had to chuckled. "Ridiculous, I know." The Bat leaned against a brick wall, cape flapping. "There's still Lois. Clark acts as if his marriage doesn't matter in this." "I don't understand that at all. Maybe it's because he's alien." "I never thought of him that way." "He still is, Bruce. Maybe Kryptonians aren't monogamous." Bruce stared in shock. "Impossible-" "Why? We judge him by our standards. How the hell do we know?" "I-that makes sense." "I often thought thats why things didn't work with me and Kory after awhile. Too alien, too different." "I've got the opposite problem. Clark seems to think we're perfect together." Dick gave a nasty grin. "I can picture a few things." Bruce curled his lip. "You would. But I won't break a marriage, Dick. No matter what I feel." Nightwing kissed the surprised Bat. "Now that's the Bruce I know and love." When Bruce remembered to breathe, he spoke again. "There's something else." "Now what?" "Clark says he isn't concerned about any relationship we might have." Nightwing raised a brow under his mask. "Pretty damned cocky. Not that he hasn't a right to be." "It's all crazy, Dick." "Don't get me wrong, Supes would tempt a saint. But I'm not into three-ways, Bruce. So unless you plan on being a sandwich, I suggest you tell him to back off." The Bat was incredulous. "You mean...you wouldn't mind if I...if we-" A shrug. "Look, I'm no angel, either. Maybe you need to get this out of your system. You'll never know unless you make a decision. But keep in mind, he's still married." "That's the barrier. I consider Lois a friend. How could I look her in the eye if I cheated?" Dick brushed his cheek with a tender touch. "Then your decision's made. The right one, I'd say." A pause. "Dick. What if I find out that I'm in love with him? Could you accept that?" Now Nightwing paced. "I wouldn't. But first things first, Bruce. Talk to Clark when you're both calmer." "I am calm!" "Oh?" eyes moved downward. "You forget, I know you. What's happening under that codpiece, hmm?" The Bat flushed red. Dick grinned. "Look, give it a day or two. Try to make him understand." "You ever try cooling off a kryptonian? I'd do better turning off a nuclear furnace." "He's pretty determined?" "To put it mildly. I felt like a teen in the back seat of a car." Dick thought that over. "Cripes. He in heat or something? What do we know about kryptonian physiology?" "Personally I don't know anything useful. But I suspect Clark is more than willing to show me!" Nightwing stretched. "Boy, you know how many women would kill to have your problem? Or men? Of course the same people chase you, too!" "Will you be serious?!" "Okay." Dick sobered. "This will really feed the rumor mill if Supes can't control himself." Bruce stared out at the Gotham skyline. "I'm hoping to head that off." **** Alfred couldn't believe his eyes. A most unexpected guest stood in the doorway at stately Wayne Manor. Clark Kent? "Ahem." the prim butler coughed. "Greetings, Mr. Kent. I'm afraid master Wayne is unavailable at the moment." The tall, darkly handsome man tipped his hat. "No doubt, Alfred. This is a surprise visit." "It's rather late..." "I know. But Bruce is a night owl so I doubt he'd be too disturbed." Alfred nodded, letting him in. "Would you like some coffee, sir? I have teacakes also." Kent stepped inside, removing his hat. "Thanks, Alfred. That would be great." The butler took his coat. "No problems at...headquarters?" "No, everything's fine. I just needed to talk to Bruce about something personal." Alfred grinned. "Well I must say that's a switch." "Hmm?" "Usually the young master is confessing some personal situation to me. Now the shoe is on the other foot." Clark walked around the library, admiring several paintings. "Do you mind if I eat upstairs?" Alfred blinked in surprise. "Ah, upstairs?" "Well, Bruce did give me carte blanche here whenever I came through Gotham. Besides, I've forgotten what his decor looks like past the stairwell." The older man stared in curiosity, but didn't pursue a line of thought. "As you wish, sir." ****
Two costumed figures embraced against the night among the Gotham rooftops. A particulary steamy kiss had both men panting. Hooded eyes looked Dick over. "You're impossible." Hot lips brushed the square jaw. "Just a reminder of unfinished buisness, my dear bat. Forget that and I'll spank you." A low growl. "Are you talking dirty to me?" "Mmm. I could come up with something." Strong arms flew around the Bat's head. "Like?" Bruce found himself getting interested. Dick whispered something in his ear. Blue eyes nearly popped from their sockets under cowl. "You want to do THAT to me?!" Nightwing gave his most devilish smile. "Oh yeah...every night. With a gallon of hot, sticky honey." "Dick..." "Finished off with a nice bubble bath and vibrator." another wicked grin. Bruce made a strangled sound. "I don't know who's worse, you or Clark!" **** Clark had taken his tea and cakes upstairs. Alfred asked him a few discreet questions about his purpose, but he deliberately changed the subject. After all, the prim butler wouldn't approve of his plan. After eating at his leisure, he strolled about the rooms upstairs. The mansion was reminiscent of old money, but not stuffy. Bruce had contemporary tastes, after all. Deep, rich color was evident everywhere in the furnishings and displays. He was more interested in the bedroom. Finding the master suite was relatively easy. Clark set aside his tray and began undressing... **** Bruce felt at least partly rational after leaving Dick. Nightwing headed back to Bludhaven, so he was alone until the next patrol. A strange state of agitation energized him as he drove the batmobile home. His butler was even more agitated when he arrived. He'd barely changed out of his kevlar before Alfred expressed curiosity at Kent's behavior. Bruce towelled his hair dry after a brief shower down in the BatCave. He slipped on a robe as Alfred followed him about. "Strange, I must say." A frown on handsome features. "He gave no explanation at all?" "None, sir." Bruce shut down the Cray computers. "I don't know what's going on, but I intend to find out." Alfred coughed. "Master Bruce, if I may ask a question?" "Certainly." "This is rather awkward, but...Mr. Kent appeared as a weekend houseguest, if you catch my meaning." "It's not what you think, Alfred! I wasn't even expecting him." The Brit patted his forehead with a handkerchief. "A relief, I must say. I thought initially I misread his intent, but not after he situated himself in your bedroom." Blue eyes blazed. "He what?!" A quick nod. "See for yourself. The man is most bizarre. Due to the lateness of the hour he obviously intended to stay, or expected you to be here." Broad hands clasped Alfred on the shoulders. "Thanks for the information. " "Some things in this modern world still baffle me. The man is married to a lovely woman, yet clearly has interest in you." "I'll deal with it." "Not to intrude, but..." "You wonder if I encouraged this? No, Alfred. I consider Lois a friend. Clark happens to be the main problem here." Alfred pulled his chin. "Turning away a would be lover is sticky buisness, young master." Bruce glanced at the cave ceiling in thought. "Not as sticky as he hopes." **** Bruce stormed through the mansion, prepared to give Superman the speech of his life. His broad frame burst into the main suite, swinging doors open... Only to see a perfectly nude kryptonian wrapped gently in black silk sheets. Sculpted perfection watched him with hunger and amusement. An opened bottle of brandy sat on the nightstand. Clark sipped from one of the glasses. "Why hello, Bruce." glittering turquoise eyes danced. The perfectly constructed speech was instantly forgotten, as Bruce could only stare. Clark kept sipping his drink. Legs crossed, he wiggled his feet in a playful gesture. "Care to join me?" "No. Why aren't you home with your wife?!" A shrug. "Lois had a hot tip and made a late night run. Our dinner got short circuited." "Your brain is short circuited. Get out of my house!" "Is that any way to treat a guest?" Bruce felt his cheeks heat, and not from anger. "Guest?" "You gave me a standing invitation, remember?" "That was...not for this! I meant as a house guest-" "And so I am." Bruce folded his arms stubbornly. "House guests don't barge in here and strip themselves naked. Much less climb in my bed!" Those gemlike eyes were on him again, raking up and down. "You look fantastic. I've never seen you in a robe before. Maroon looks great with your eyes." "We can discuss my eyes later. Right now I want you to go home." "mmm. That voice would sound so good in my ear about now?" "Go home, Clark!" A shaded grin over the wine glass. "Clark's gone, Bruce." Bruce spluttered. "You keep saying that-" "I already chased you around the table, Bruce. Courtship over!" "You've got a lot of gall, mister!" "Maybe." the kryptonian sat up, giving a full view of his chest. He stared at something, eyebrows raised. Bruce followed his eyes down. A growing erection betrayed him, bulging snugly under his robe. "Shit." Clark laughed. "I've been looking at that since you came in. You really are hung like a freaking horse." Bruce glared, face red. "You presume too much, Clark-" "Kal." "Whatever. I didn't invite you here tonight." "I wanted to surprise you." Lick of lips. Bruce gritted his teeth. He was truly caught between desire and anger. A growing erection pushed even further out. Kal kept staring. "Nice to know I get you hot. It's time, Bruce." The big man backed up slightly. "Time for what?" Kryptonian perfection slipped free of satin, standing up. "Come to my arms and forget everything else." Bruce ran a hand through his hair, now staring himself. Kal smiled back. "We can admire each other later. Come here!" A square jaw set. "Don't order me around." Kal smiled even wider. "All right, then." In one smooth motion he picked Bruce up and moved toward the bed. Bruce was still defiant. "Kal. Has anyone ever called you a sex fiend?" The kryptonian lay him gently down. "It's your own fault, Bruce. You've tempted me too much." "How?!" Bruce was stiff, fists balled. "Did I do a dance? Strip? Sit on your lap?!" "No, but-" "Maybe someone should spay you at star labs!" Hot lips teased a curved ear. "I don't think so. Relax." "Dammit!" Bruce panted, blood pressure soaring. Razor blue eyes closed briefly. "No wonder I love you." Kal purred, sliding a hand under burgundy fabric, tweaking a nipple. "You're gorgeous." Bruce felt a pulse straight to his cock. Talented fingers moved down his belly, squeezing swollen flesh. It was too much. Grabbing the hot body he rolled over Kal in a feverish kiss. Thick thighs wrapped, moist with friction. It was going to be a long night...
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