Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Clark/Bruce, brief appearance of Steve/Diana
Genres: Drama, Romance
Rating (this chapter): NC-17
Spoilers: For Trinity #5 and #6
General Summary: Power and its attractions for mere mortals.
Chapter Summary: Amazons aren’t the only ones with a song.
Date Of Completion: July 18, 2008
Date Of Posting: August 6, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 683
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: This story originally started as a Steve/Diana tale. Steve’s attraction to Diana’s power was the theme, and then I was reading Trinity #5 and #6 and joining in on LJ discussions about it, and so decided that some of the scenes needed re-writing. Diana just seemed the odd woman out in these issues, so enter Steve. I was able to blend in my original theme and some of Trinity’s. Hope you enjoy the altering of part of the epic tale!
Also, this story stars both couples, Steve/Diana and Clark/Bruce, and each chapter will list who appears.
All chapters can be found here.
SONG OF THE KRYPTONIAN
As Diana began leading Steve to their quarters, Clark blushed slightly, but he kept a tight hold on Bruce’s hand. It heartened him that Bruce wasn’t pulling away.
He watched as Amazon and pilot disappeared down the hall. His own body was thrumming with energy. The battle with Konvikt had only invigorated him instead of exhausting his power.
He looked at Bruce, whose lips quirked into a small smile.
“Need some burn-off?”
Clark nodded vigorously, Bruce chuckling. He started down the hall of the private quarters, Clark in tow.
They had each been assigned their own quarters but didn’t sleep separately anymore, so it was always a game: whose quarters would they choose?
Bruce hid his smile as he led Clark into his sunny quarters. Clark’s eyes lit up, happy to be in the land of primary colors.
A small sacrifice.
Bruce understood Clark’s need to release pent-up energy. His own nerves were on edge, and a Kryptonian glowing with energy was the perfect solution to let off some steam of his own.
Bruce had Clark on the bed with his own version of super-speed, devouring his mouth and tugging on his belt. They came up for air only long enough to tear off each other’s costumes, the look of hunger in his mate’s eyes exciting him.
Amazons aren’t the only ones who need release after battle.
They were orbiting close to the sun, starlight silvering Clark’s eyes into Kal otherworldliness. Bruce felt a frisson of excitement.
The coming of Kal-El was always interesting.
Gasps filled the room as they kissed, bodies sealed together as they touched and kissed, moving with desperate need.
My strength to your strength.
Clark’s hands moved over him, more demanding than usual. Bruce moaned into Clark’s mouth as his lover’s hands spread his buttocks, desire clear. Clark’s hips thrust up, their groins rubbing together. Electricity crackled between them as Clark’s tongue plundered Bruce’s mouth.
Bruce was usually the aggressor in bed, Clark more than happy to let him take charge, but when Clark took control, it was always a tremendous turn-on.
“Mine,” Clark growled. His hands slid down Bruce’s thighs, then back up to cup his buttocks, “You have a fantastic ass. Anyone ever…mmm…tell you that?”
“Oh, maybe…mmph…one or two…”
“Just me now.” The silvery sheen in blue eyes demanded obedience.
“Mark me,” Bruce whispered into Clark’s ear.
With a growl, Clark rolled them over.
He nipped, bit, and kissed his way from Bruce’s throat to his groin, swallowing his cock and reducing Bruce to a writhing body lost in pleasure.
Releasing the engorged organ, Clark rested his hands on his hips, his own cock bobbing. He leaned forward.
Bruce’s eyes glittered and he took Clark into his mouth, his taste strong with pre-cum and what said Clark…Kal-El…Beloved.
Muscles rippled as Clark threw back his head, body limned in sunlight.
Bruce was worshipping at the altar of a bronzed god.
Clark drew out, body quivering with lust…and love.
“Turn over,” he growled, gaze raking his mate’s body. “All fours.”
Bruce obeyed, his own body shaking. Clark’s hands caressed his back, hips, and buttocks, Bruce whimpering as cream was applied, then cried out as his cheeks were pulled apart and Clark rammed home.
Fingers dug into his hips, sure to leave bruises. He thrust back, impaling himself further, the Song of the Kryptonian ripping through him like sirens’ fire.
Bruce’s fingers knotted in the sheets, body trembling as he wanted more, wanted Clark to take him, possess him, brand him…
Clark’s savagery excited Bruce, wanting Kal-El to burn through him as hot as the sun with his power and strength…
A cry was torn from his lips as Clark’s final thrust touched him deep and hard and hot…
Clark’s scream overlapped his own, love and desire scalding his thighs as Clark’s arm slipped around his waist to keep him from collapsing.
Clark kissed his shoulder, tumbling both to the bed.
They lay quietly for several minutes, Bruce touching his forehead to Clark’s.
“Shower,” he sighed.
Clark smiled and kissed him.