Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Clark/Bruce (Kal-El/The Angel Of Death)
Genres: AU, Drama
Rating (this chapter): R (Very mild)
Warnings: Not sure if warnings are necessary, but it’s quasi-religious imagery.
General Summary: Two Angels are sent on a Quest to find Pure Souls.
Chapter Summary: Kal wants more from his companion.
Date Of Completion: May 8, 2008
Date Of Posting: June 6, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 568
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: asm613 requested "Clark and Bruce as angels on a mission to find pure souls" from my DCU GSB Fic Request Meme.
Unfortunately, my Muses simply refused to cooperate, and I was on the verge of giving up, when I got this idea. It’s not quite what the requester wanted, but close! So I hope you like it, asm613 ! :)
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HEAVEN ON EARTH
My flesh sings
From thy touch,
Like a whisper
Soft as silk,
As Angels’ wings.
Song Of Rao
“The Book Of Rao”
The fire crackled, Kal feeding it with more twigs. He could feel their Quest drawing to a close, but not quite.
He never questioned how he knew these things. It would be like questioning the sun coming up in the morning or the seasons turning.
Kal took a piece of golden fruit from his robe. Angels did not need to eat, but they could do so for pleasure. He held out the fruit to his companion.
For a moment, the Dark Angel did not move, then he reached out and took the proffered food.
Their fingers brushed, Kal feeling the cold again, then a surge of warmth. A spark of Light winked between them.
His companion took the fruit, white teeth flashing as he bit into it.
Kal bit into his fruit, the juices sweet and flavorful. It was a white-fleshed peach, the rosy-gold skin fuzzy and lush.
And what would your skin look like, my friend? Taste like?
After all, it would not be Heaven if Angels did not have sex.
“Friend of my heart…”
“Please.” The peach trembled slightly in the glove. “I…I cannot…”
“Are you certain?” Kal’s eyes were very blue. “Pleasures of the flesh are not something to be ashamed of. It is a great gift to be treasured.”
The Dark Angel shivered. “Please…I…”
Kal’s heart triphammered. Sadness washed over him. To be so alone, so without Love…
He very gently curled his fingers over his companion’s.
For a moment, they remained a set tableau, then the Dark Angel touched his forehead to Kal’s.
“I cannot…I must keep my cloak on.”
“Whatever we must.”
Kal brushed his hands over strong biceps, feeling warmth spreading through hard muscles. Kal slipped his hand beneath the folds of the dark cloak, his companion shivering, then tentatively reaching out to touch Kal’s broad chest.
Kal was touched by the trembling fingers exploring him. It was as if his friend feared touch…or was starved for it?
Kal wanted to see the face beneath the hood but respected D.’s wishes. He felt fortunate to be this close.
He let this senses heighten: firm flesh beneath the cloak, clad in robes as he was; little breathless gasps as Kal touched gently; a pleasing sandalwood scent, not decay as one would associate with Death.
Kal sighed happily as his nerves sang with sensation, his companion’s touch delicate yet skilled. How long had it been since he had known such pleasures? How long since he had felt this connection with anyone?
White and black wings touched, a tingle of electricity going through Kal with a power that went down to his bones. It was exhilarating, uplifting, soaring to great heights…
His eyes closed and his lips parted, leaning forward…
“I am sorry.”
Kal felt his companion pull back. He opened his eyes and saw regret in his lover’s body.
A gentle warmth filled Kal. He placed his hand on the other’s chest.
“It is all right.”
Poor, delicate Soul.
His companion curled up a few feet from the fire, black wings draping over his body.
Kal waited a moment, then left the warmth of the fire to curl up beside the Dark Angel, white wings enfolding them both as Death sighed softly.