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Fic: Vulnerable (2/2)

Title: Vulnerable (2/2)
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Clark/Bruce/Dick
Genres: Drama, Hurt/Comfort (With a Dash of Humor)
Rating (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
General Summary: A World’s Finest mission is not what it seems.
Chapter Summary: The Dynamic Duo continue to take care of the Metropolis Marvel in a very special way. ;)
Date Of Completion: June 9, 2008
Date Of Posting: June 24, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 614
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Written for my 2008 DCU Mood Ring Fic Request Meme for saavikam77 . Pairing: Clark/Bruce/Dick. Prompt: Frantic. :(
Both chapters can be found here. 

II

 

A DIFFERENT KIND OF FRANTIC

 

Back at the Manor, Clark stood in the center of the master bedroom.

 

“I think I need further attention from my two loves.”

 

Dick nearly jumped out of his costume, yellow cape fluttering to the floor while he leaped into Clark’s arms.

 

“Appears our young partner beat me to it,” Bruce said wryly.

 

Clark laughed and kissed Dick, who had already wrapped his legs around Clark.

 

Bruce took his time disrobing.  Obviously his two lovers were well-occupied.

 

His costume joined Dick’s on the floor, Bruce flexing his muscles as he tried to work out some stiffness.

 

Two pairs of eyes were on him. “What?”

 

“Show-off,” Dick chuckled.

 

“I’m trying to stretch.”

 

“Don’t kid a kidder.  Or an exhibitionist.”

 

Bruce smirked. “Clark, you look a little overdressed.”

 

“So I am.”

 

Clark lightly dropped Dick on the bed, and was naked in a super-second.

 

Just what the doctor ordered, Bruce thought.

 

This time there was no threat, just time for some good, hot sex.

 

With some love thrown in.

 

Dick was stretched out, looking absolutely sex-drenched.

 

He knows what he looks like, too.  Brat.

Clark climbed into the bed, running a hand up Dick’s inner thigh.  Dick stroked his shoulder, shivering as Clark licked his throat.  Clark’s other hand petted the younger man’s stomach.

 

Bruce enjoyed the show but decided to join in.

 

His mouth found a nipple after getting up onto the bed, Dick squirming as Clark teasingly stroked close to his groin.  Dick’s hand brushed against the Kryptonian’s cock, Clark returning the favor by sliding his hand around Dick’s cock.  Clark began to pump, Bruce slipping a finger between Dick’s buttocks. Squirming, Dick moaned as mouths and hands worked him.

 

“I want…I want…”

 

“What, Little Bird?” Clark whispered.

 

“To have you…inside me…”

 

Clark rolled over, bringing Dick on top of him.  Dick reached down and deep-throated Clark’s cock, the Kryptonian moaning, matched by Dick as Bruce’s tongue replaced his finger.

 

Clark gasped as Dick’s tongue worked magic, then Dick released his cock, Bruce straightening up, grabbing the jar of cream off the nightstand and preparing Dick, feasting on the sight of the perfect cheeks presented to him, his finger slipping inside and Dick’s legs trembling while Clark’s fingers tweaked his nipple.

 

Once he was fully prepared, Dick positioned over Clark’s ready cock and lowered himself onto the rigid organ. 

 

Dick thrust his head back as a groan tore out of him.  He began pumping up and down, Clark’s hands sliding over smooth thighs.

 

Bruce scrambled to the head of the bed, leaning down to kiss Clark on the lips.  He twisted around to position himself over Clark, cock brushing over the other man’s lips, Clark opening his mouth to receive Bruce.

 

& & & & & &

 

Clark thrust his hips up, his cock buried deep in the hot tightness that was Dick, and Bruce’s cock filled his mouth, hard and demanding.  Moaning, he felt Dick and Bruce slide up-and-down, filling and enclosing him as pleasure sang along his nerves, strength and love surrounding him in equal measure.

 

Clark groaned around Bruce’s cock as his lover came in his mouth, and it brought him to his own orgasm, his seed filling Dick while the younger man’s cum spattered over his chest and belly.

 

Marked by his human lovers, Clark sighed as deft hands cleaned his body and then two warm bodies curled up on either side of him, featherlight kisses touching his closed eyelids and lips, all three settling into the big, comfortable bed as the sun began to set.

 

Gotham could take care of herself for one night.

 

Her protectors needed to take care of their Kryptonian.  


Tags: 2008 dcu mood ring fic request, clark kent/bruce wayne/dick grayson, dcu fic request, superman/batman/robin, vulnerable
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