Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Lex/Jamie, Clark/Bruce, Alfred, Dick, Jim Gordon
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. As Bruce and Clark try and adjust to being lovers as well as Master and slave, on a warm spring night a new member of the Wayne Household is added: a little boy whom Bruce sadly identifies with. Dick Grayson further pushes Bruce along the path of Abolitionism as the child brings further Light into the Manor. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: Drama, AU
Rating: (this chapter): NC-17
Summary: Lex gets to know Jamie better, and a shocking revelation affects Dick.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): January 25, 2008
Date Of Posting: October 27, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1829
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With new fire.
"My TV Dinner
(And Other Poems)"
Lex noticed the slight tremble of Jamie’s limbs as they entered the guest room. His slave’s head was bowed. Lex gently removed the dark glasses and lifted his chin.
He drew in his breath sharply. Emerald-green eyes stared back at him.
His fingers slid down Jamie’s throat, over the iron collar (he would have to get his brand on that as soon as possible) and down his chest.
Warm, smooth, so beautiful…
Lex kissed Jamie on the lips, tasting cloves and spices. He pulled him close, his fingers running through silky blond hair. When Lex pulled back, green eyes were shining.
Lex smiled as he undressed his new slave.
“On the bed,” he whispered. “Stretch out for me.”
Jamie quickly obeyed, Lex slowly disrobing, then he climbed up on the bed and began to lavish kisses on his new slave, starting at his jaw and going all the way down to his groin. Lex felt Jamie’s shivering and took hold of his cock, rubbing and kneading, his slave’s whimpers and moans pleasing him.
“Turn over,” Lex said softly, and saw the flash of nervousness in emerald eyes. He opened the nightstand drawer as Jamie complied, taking out the jar of cream thoughtfully provided, and gently prepared his slave, delighting in the round, smooth globes of his buttocks and the heat between them. He coated his own cock and slowly began to ease in. “Relax,” he crooned, Jamie’s fingers curling into the sheets. He kissed the small of the blond’s back, stroking Jamie’s ass and pushing in further.
Jamie gasped and Lex asked, “Okay?”
Puzzled, Jaime did as ordered and Lex said, “Spread your legs.” He eased in again. He wanted to see his slave’s face when he took his virginity.
He wasn’t disappointed. Jamie looked like an angel trapped in ecstasy. No longer afraid and reveling in the pleasure, his eyes closed and he smiled as Lex began a rhythm. The beauty and vulnerability…and trust…sent waves of passion and excitement through Lex, and he speeded up, hitting Jamie’s prostate.
Grinning, Lex stroked deeper and harder, Jamie gasping with pleasure, crying out as he orgasmed, spurting over Lex’s belly and thighs as Lex came deep within his slave.
Virgin no longer.
Breakfast was a jovial affair, Alfred serving up blueberry pancakes and homemade strawberry jam. Bruce was extremely happy to see his old friend Lex in a happy mood.
Jamie sat at the table just as Clark and Dick did, and Alfred took his own seat after making sure everyone was taken care of.
“Master Bruce, will you be going into the city?” Alfred asked.
“Yes, Alfred. I have an appointment with Jim Gordon.”
“We’ll ride in with you, Bruce. Can you drop us off downtown? I want to buy clothes for my Prize.”
“Certainly.” Bruce looked at Lex. “Can you take Clark with you? He can help you with the clothes hunt.”
“Be glad to.”
Bruce turned to Dick. “You’re with me.”
Delighted, Dick ran to get his notebook and stylus.
Bruce sat in Jim Gordon’s office. The Commissioner was on the phone with the Mayor and Bruce patiently waited.
Out in the squadroom, Dick was charming the police officers and detectives. His eager enthusiasm to learn everything about their jobs delighted them, and they were more than happy to teach the Wayne Squire anything he wanted to know.
Jim hung up the phone. “Sorry about that. When Mayor West wants to talk, I have to listen.”
“No problem, Jim. I understand.”
“So, you’re here from the City Improvements Council.”
Bruce nodded. “Also from the Parks Commission.”
Jim laughed. “You wear many hats, Bruce.”
Bruce smiled. “I do. I love Gotham.”
“I know. The city is very lucky to have you.”
Bruce inclined his head in acceptance of the compliment. “Do you have the reports on Knickerbocker Hall?”
Jim nodded and handed over a file folder containing print-outs. “Batman’s report is in there, too.”
“The Dark Knight?”
“Yes. He inspected things for me personally the night before the Great Auction.”
“An excellent observer.” Bruce looked over all the reports. “Nothing seems amiss.”
“No incidents reported. The slave dealers don’t like the scrutiny, but the prospective buyers do, and the sellers who put the dealers on commission like the lower percentage of injuries and other damage.”
“Don’t the dealers have to pay for damaged goods?”
“They do, but the lessened value on the block always irked the sellers. They fully back the tighter security.”
“Excellent.” Bruce smiled. “I wanted to compliment you on your daughter’s fine tutoring abilities.”
“Thank you.” Jim beamed with pride. “She’s quite taken with your Squire. Says he’s an extremely bright child.”
“He is.” Bruce beamed with equal pride.
“She said he came to you with reading and writing ability.”
“Yes, which was a good headstart.” Bruce folded his hands in his lap. “Such an inquisitive mind needs stimulation, so further education is in order.” He smiled. “Besides, I don’t like being surrounded by ignorant people.”
Jim knew that Bruce Wayne could be complicated. He could be imperious, arrogant and demanding, as befit his station, but was also generous, kind and benevolent.
He had no doubt that Bruce treated his slaves well.
Jim looked up as a detective entered the office.
“Report on Anthony Zucco, sir.”
“Thank you, Mulroney.”
Jim took the folder and read it quickly. His eyes widened.
“What is it, Jim?”
Jim wordlessly handed the folder over to Bruce, who read the report.
He felt sick.
“What do you think?” Lex asked Clark.
Clark looked at Jamie, who modeled the cream-colored V-neck sweater and gray pants.
“I think it’s perfect for him.”
“I do, too.”
Lex said to the salesman, “Add these to the others.”
The man nodded.
“Oh, and I want to see the black ensemble next.”
“Very good, sir.”
Jamie disappeared into the changing rooms with the salesman.
Lex and Clark settled onto the couch, Lex offering Clark some tea from the silver pot. Clark accepted a cup.
“Thanks for the help, Clark.” Lex kept his voice low so no one would hear Clark’s name.
“You’re very welcome, m’lord.” Clark sipped his tea. “Does Jamie please you, m’lord?”
“Very much.” Lex looked at him with twinkling eyes. “Have you two been comparing notes?”
Clark blushed. “Perhaps.”
Lex laughed, patting Clark’s knee. “You’re a delight, Clark.”
Clark blushed again.
Lex smiled. He drank his tea and asked, “Are you content, Clark?”
“Very much so, m’lord.”
Lex was happy to hear it. Clark was good for his old friend.
Lex carefully set down his teacup. “He may take Jamie to bed.” He sighed. “My father is an unstoppable force, Clark. However, he’s no Edmund Caldwell.”
Clark looked relieved. Lex had to agree with him.
He just hoped that Jamie could last the week before Lionel bedded him.
Jamie came out and looked gorgeous in the black outfit.
He was in trouble.
Lex and Jamie went down to the beach. Bruce called Clark and Alfred into the library. Dick had been sent to join Lex and Jamie.
“What’s wrong, Bruce?” Clark took off his dark glasses. “You’ve been so quiet since you came back from the police station.”
Bruce silently handed him a print-out.
Shock appeared on Alfred and Clark’s face. “Bruce…?” Clark asked in shaky voice.
Bruce crossed his arms and began to pace. “According to the investigation on Zucco, he’s been running an extortion racket in addition to drug-running, prostitution, and slave-stealing.
“He attempted to extort protection money from Pop Haly four months ago. Haly told him to go to hell, as he barely had money to keep the circus together.” He swallowed. “The police suspect that he tampered with The Flying Graysons’ rigging that…night.”
“So it wasn’t an accident,” Clark whispered.
“No.” Bruce turned and faced the painting of his parents. “It was murder.”
A strangled cry came from the hall. Startled, they watched as Dick burst into the room, his usually-sunny face contorted with grief and rage.
“My parents were murdered!” His voice shook. “Is the Batman going after him?”
“I’m going to follow this up.”
“I want in.”
“Train me to be your partner!”
“It’s far too dangerous, Dick.” Bruce reached out and touched the boy’s shoulder.
Dick wrenched away, tears shimmering in his eyes. “It’s dangerous every day as long as I wear these!” Dick’s arm shot up, his hand curled into a fist. The afternoon sun glinted off his golden manacle.
“Dick, I’ll always protect you! I won’t let you do the things that Haly forced you to do…”
Dick’s blue eyes snapped. “What do you know about survival!”
Bruce frowned as he reached for Dick again. Dick pushed his hand away.
“Pop did what he had to do! The circus was struggling and would’ve gone under! We would have been all sold, with no guarantee my family would’ve stayed together! One night per stop gave us enough money for the month.” Dick stepped back from the pity in Bruce’s eyes. “We needed the money badly! Mom and Dad…” His voice choked. “All I did was entertain the customers while they had to get ready to service them!” Eyes blazing, he yelled, “I’d do it again! I’d do anything to stay with my parents! And avenge them, too!”
Dick turned and ran out of the library.
Darkness began to settle over the estate. Bruce sat at his desk in the study, the lamp at his elbow providing the only illumination.
The French doors opened and a small figure walked in, closing the doors behind him.
“I’m here for my punishment, Master.”
The small voice was shaking but Dick held his ground.
Bruce set down his stylus. “You were insolent.”
“Yes,” Dick whispered.
“I should punish you.”
Dick clasped his hands in front of him, bowing his head.
“Do with me what you will, Master.”
Bruce rose from his chair and came around the desk. The small body trembled and he reached out his hand…and drew Dick into a hug.
Startled, Dick was still for a moment, then returned the hug in desperate gratitude.
“Thank you, Master.”
Bruce caressed Dick’s hair, then gently disengaged to look down at his boy.
“I forgive you.” He brushed a lock of hair from Dick’s shimmering blue eyes. “You had just received a huge shock. I understand.”
Dick looked up into Bruce’s eyes and their connection re-asserted itself.
They understood that kind of loss.
A loss caused by murder.
Bruce laid both hands on Dick’s shoulders.
“When Lex returns to Metropolis, we’ll begin your training.”
Dick hugged him again.