Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce, Alfred, Dick
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: The Wayne Household observes a special anniversary.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): February 7, 2008
Date Of Posting: November 13, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1553
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
The heat of summer gradually began to turn to the cooler days of autumn, the light of late afternoon soft-edged and golden as the trees began to change.
Bruce looked at the small black box on his desk as he snapped the lid shut. He looked at the date on his desk calendar and smiled.
Alfred entered the room. “The dinner you requested will be ready, sir.”
“Excellent.” Bruce looked at his loyal friend. “Alfred, do you think I’m doing the right thing?”
“Most certainly, sir.”
Bruce bit his lip. “It’s not insulting?”
Alfred shook his head. “No, sir.”
“So it’s not awkward to celebrate the day I bought him?”
“Master Bruce, Clark is a slave. He will have inevitably met you through sale, not happenstance.”
“Yes, of course, you’re right.”
“Besides, sir, was it not a first night to remember?”
Bruce blushed slightly. “Right as always, Alfred.”
“Dick will assist me in serving the meal, and will eat his own dinner with me afterwards. He is very excited.”
“The little sneak kept making suggestions!”
Alfred chuckled. “Quite so, sir.” He sobered. “Sir, if I may?” Bruce nodded. “The boy’s training seems to be going well. Are you still planning to allow him to pursue Anthony Zucco?”
Alfred sighed. “I suppose it must be done.”
Bruce said nothing but his eyes spoke his sadness instead.
After Alfred left the room, Bruce rubbed between his eyes. Dick’s training was going well, so well that he would be ready sooner than anticipated.
Bruce was keeping tabs on Tony Zucco’s operation, but the man was as slippery as an eel. He nor the police had any evidence on the mob boss.
He was hopeful of nabbing the man before Dick was ready.
Another part of him wanted Dick to be ready.
Perhaps Dick could get some peace if his parents’ killer was caught.
Bruce closed his eyes, his thoughts turning to Clark. A smile ghosted his lips as he thought of their special day.
It was time.
Bruce rose from his chair and went to the library where Clark was helping Dick with his homework. Dick looked up with a bright smile, a conspiratorial twinkle in his eyes.
“I think you should get dressed for dinner.”
Interest sparked Clark’s eyes. “Yes, I will.” He smiled as he cocked his head. “Any special occasion?”
Bruce grinned. “I’d say so.” He took Clark’s hands and helped him to his feet. “The day we met.”
Clark’s grin matched Bruce’s. “A good day in the end.”
“Very much so,” Bruce said quietly. He leaned forward and kissed Clark.
The sound of applause made both men grin as they broke apart. Bruce quirked his eyebrow.
“Young man, you need to dress, too, and then go help Alfred.”
“Yes, sir!” Dick saluted and hopped off his chair and dashed out of the room.
“Saucy,” Bruce said as he shook his head.
Clark laughed and squeezed Bruce’s hand. “And you love him dearly.”
Bruce chuckled. “I do.” He drew Clark into an embrace. “As I do you.”
Clark slid his arms around his companion and kissed him.
“Mmm, let’s get ready for dinner so we can get ready for dessert.”
Clark laughed, and he and Bruce walked upstairs hand-in-hand.
The chandelier glittered in the formal dining room, silverware and mahogany sideboard gleaming. The bone china featured the Wayne crest.
The food was exceptional, of course. The roast beef was tender, the smashed red bliss potatoes and chives savory, the broccoli and asparagus flavorful. The wine was exquisite, one of the better vintages, and Clark smiled as Dick bounced in to clear away the dishes with a happy smile on his face.
Clark was excited by the events of the evening. He knew it should be awkward, celebrating a day when he’d been auctioned off like the roast beef on his plate, but Bruce buying him was incredibly lucky. He shuddered at the thought of Edmund Caldwell buying him.
Yes, he had been very lucky to have Bruce Wayne as his Master.
And his lover.
Dick came in with Boston cream pie and Clark’s eyes lit up. His favorite!
Well, there was also apple pie, cherry and lemon, too, and strawberry sundaes, and…
Bruce was smiling in fond amusement and Clark blushed. He was a food addict!
“Enjoy, my love.” Bruce put his fork into his cake.
The dessert was delicious, Clark getting himself into the right frame of mind. He wanted to be the best pleasure slave of all tonight, mixed in with romance.
“Mmm,” Bruce said as he ate, his eyes sparkling.
Clark knew exactly what his lover was trying to do. He pretended to ignore him, concentrating on his own slice of cake. Yellow cake, cream that he licked off his lips, chocolate frosting…
Clark laughed. “Happy Anniversary, Bruce.”
Bruce looked smug but happy.
Clark continued to savor the cake, then his eyebrows rose as Bruce produced the black box. “Wha…?”
Clark did so eagerly, his eyes widening at the sight of…
Bruce nodded. “Just as the necklace I gave you indicates your status as my treasured Prize, this ring also says the same thing. It’s to be worn on special occasions. I figured tonight was a special occasion.”
Clark touched the necklace that dangled below his collar. It was a glittering gold chain with a five-pointed star pendant, engraved with the version of the Wayne family crest used on slave jewelry: the stylized letter ‘W’ in the center of a large five-pointed star, surrounded by five other stars set in a circle. He took the ring out, the chandelier light reflecting off the gold band and the multicolored stones arranged in the same star design.
“It’s beautiful, Bruce,” he murmured.
“I wanted to give you a lover’s ring, but…”
Clark saw the regret in Bruce’s eyes and quickly slipped the ring on. “It is.”
He was rewarded by a brilliant smile.
“I have something for you.” Clark blushed a little as Dick suddenly appeared and handed him a brightly-wrapped present, which Clark gave to Bruce. Intrigued, Bruce unwrapped it and exclaimed delightedly, “This is perfect, Clark!”
“I’m glad you like it.”
Bruce eagerly flipped through the book of photographs. Gotham City was the subject and the photographer was one of the best in the country.
“I read about this, but the book hasn’t been released yet.”
“Yes, well, the Wayne name does have its privileges, even for your pleasure slave.”
Bruce laughed at Clark’s smug look and carefully handed the book to a beaming Dick, who brought it to the library. He planned to give it a long look when he had the time.
Once they finished dessert, Bruce took Clark’s hand and winked at a grinning Dick while leading Clark up the stairs.
The moonlight was streaming in just like that night a year ago. Bruce grasped Clark’s hand tightly, reflecting on how much had happened in the past year.
Clark turned, then gently disengaged from Bruce’s hand. He unbuttoned his shirt and before Bruce knew it, was completely naked and on his knees in the traditional position.
“Clark…” Bruce swallowed.
Clark lifted his head, moonlight glinting off his collar and necklace.
“Your Starchild is here to serve you, Master.”
So. That was the way Clark wanted to play it. Bruce smiled and cupped Clark’s chin as the beautiful eyes sparkled up at him.
He drank in the glorious sight of a nude Clark, wrists crossed behind his back and his legs spread as he knelt.
“Rise,” he said softly.
Clark obeyed, lips curved into a smile. He crawled up onto the bed, offering Bruce a great view.
Bruce undressed and joined him, arms sliding around his lover as he kissed Clark’s shoulderblade. His lips nuzzled the back of Clark’s neck, then butterfly-kissed down his spine to the swell of buttocks, kissing each cheek as Clark turned and smiled at him.
“Mmm, Starchild,” Bruce whispered. He caressed Clark’s thighs. “How lucky am I to have you in my bed?”
“As lucky as I am to be in your bed.”
Bruce chuckled as he opened the nightstand and took out the jar of cream, preparing his cock as he caressed the curvaceous buttocks. Clark relaxed and waited, mischievously looking back at Bruce from under long eyelashes.
“Ready, my love?” Bruce kissed the base of Clark’s spine.
“Yes, my love.”
Bruce eased in, Clark moaning softly as he received his Master and Beloved.
Bruce felt the warmth clench him, welcoming warmth that he knew and loved. He set his rhythm, grasping Clark’s hips, thrusting in-and-out, pleasure tingling along his limbs as he lavished his gaze on the luscious body beneath him. The ring glinted on Clark’s finger as he clutched the bedsheets.
All mine, and not just as my slave.
And that was what they were celebrating tonight: ownership and lust, possession and love, forever-and-a-day.
And when he came in silver-and-sparkles, fireworks-and-fire, Bruce felt pure happiness.
“I love you, Clark,” he breathed, and Clark laughed softly.
“I love you, too.”
Bruce wrapped himself around Clark, nuzzling his neck.
“Forever,” Bruce whispered.