Title: Red Silk And Black Leather (2/2)
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Clark/Bruce
Continuity: Batman Begins/Smallville
Genres: Challenge, Drama
Rating (this chapter): NC-17
Claim: For the dcu_freeforall Challenge (Clark/Bruce)
Prompt: T 5; P 2: Red Kryptonite
Prompt Count: (7/15)
Spoilers: Inspired by the Smallville episodes Exodus and Exile, and, of course, Batman Begins. :)
General Summary: Bruce is avoiding Gotham and what awaits him there, so he visits Metropolis instead.
Chapter Summary: Bruce gets his money’s worth.
Date Of Completion: July 2, 2009
Date Of Posting: July 19, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1521
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The room wasn’t the Ritz Carleton, but it wasn’t a dump, either. It held a bed, dresser, table and rocking chair. Clark kicked the door shut and was on Bruce immediately, pushing him back toward the bed.
Bruce was excited by his aggressiveness. No shrinking slut, this one! Grinning to himself, Bruce busied his tongue with Clark’s mouth and his hands with Clark’s ass.
Clark was on top of him as they stretched out on the bed, Clark nibbling Bruce’s neck.
Bruce squeezed his lover’s buttocks, and when they broke their kiss, Bruce smiled.
“How about using that very talented mouth to…”
Clark laughed, understanding in his emerald eyes. He wiggled back off the bed and slid to his knees, Bruce scooting over to sit on the edge. Clark licked his lips, then worked the snaps of Bruce’s jeans open, sliding down his zipper. Bruce widened his legs after Clark helped him take his pants and underwear off, shoes and socks thrown to the wind.
He took hold of Bruce’s ready cock, sliding his tongue down the underside, Bruce shivering as Clark went up-and-down slowly. The wet tongue swirled around the head, licking pearly drips of pre-cum, Bruce watching as he leaned on his elbows, a soft noise purring in the back of his throat. When Clark swallowed him whole, his hips jerked.
Warm wetness consumed him, that pouty mouth doing exactly what Bruce had hoped. His belly tingled as he let the pure pleasure wash over him, his thighs quivering as Clark sucked expertly, drawing out Bruce’s pleasure as large hands gripped Bruce’s hips.
Bruce threw his head back as his hips jerked again, his cock spurting into Clark’s mouth, Bruce letting out a groan.
Clark drank him down, then licked Bruce clean, emerald eyes sparkling.
“Good for you?”
Bruce laughed. “What gave you a clue, my shout of pure joy?”
Clark smiled, running a pink tongue along his lips. Swallowing, Bruce urged him up onto the bed, pinching a nipple through the red shirt.
“I can pleasure you as long as you want.”
Bruce understood that Clark was asking if he was willing to pay. He’d been given a free sample, but if he wanted to continue…
Bruce ran a finger up Clark’s jaw. “Name your price.” It was eminently reasonable, and Bruce kissed Clark, tasting himself on the full, pouty lips.
Satisfied, Clark pushed Bruce down and began kissing his face.
“Wait.” Bruce touched the bulge in Clark’s pants. “I can help with that.” Clark leaned back hesitantly and Bruce said, “You’ve got too many clothes on.”
Clark grinned and they quickly stripped him of everything, tossing his clothes on the floor. Clark breathed, “I’ve got superhuman stamina. Let me prove it to you.”
He was as good as his word, nipping, kissing, and biting his way down Bruce’s body as Bruce pumped his cock, truly impressed at the force of his partner’s orgasm as he spattered over Bruce’s belly.
“Mmm, I’m glad I have an effect on you,” Bruce said with a lazy smile.
Clark laughed as he kissed him.
“This is just the beginning.”
He cleaned the two of them and then got back down to business.
Bruce lost himself in Clark’s skill, pleased as his talented whore alternated between gentle and rough.
Rough helped him with his rage, the black layer of despair that fueled his…antics…at Princeton, finally culminating in him getting kicked out.
Oh, Alfred’s going to love that.
Bruce needed to lose himself in wild, mindless sex, and Clark was providing it.
He could feel himself getting hard again and pushed Clark onto his back.
“Are you okay with me taking you?”
Clark smiled, brushing a lock of hair out of Bruce’s dark eyes. “Not many men ask me my preferences, but, yes, I’m fine with it.” He reached down for his jeans on the floor and produced a condom and lube. “All yours, my man.”
Clark stretched out on his back, bending his knees and spreading his legs wide. Bruce felt his groin respond and quickly ran a lubed finger down his partner’s thigh, around Clark’s opening, the other man shivering with delight.
Pleased at getting a jaded hooker excited, Bruce pushed his finger in, Clark letting out a small noise of pleasure. Bruce slowly worked his finger around, surprised at how tight Clark was. He slipped in a second finger, his companion gasping a little.
“Are you okay?”
Clark nodded, impaling himself further on Bruce’s fingers as he closed his eyes, lush lips parted.
Suspicion began to dawn on Bruce. He rested his free hand on Clark’s hip. “Clark,” he said softly. When the other man opened his eyes, he asked, “Have you done this before?”
Clark’s eyes looked very green rimmed in kohl. “I…uh…my mouth has always been my bread-and-butter.”
Bruce nearly laughed hysterically.
“Well, never let it be said that I don’t take advantage of a golden opportunity when it falls into my lap, so to speak.”
Clark chuckled, but sounded a little nervous. He couldn’t have been a hooker for long and still be a virgin when it came to…well, Bruce felt a little uncomfortable.
“Look, we don’t have to…”
“No, you agreed to pay for the works.”
“I agreed, but I don’t want to hurt you.” Bruce began to pull his fingers out but Clark clenched his muscles.
“Don’t.” He licked his reddened lips. “Go ahead.” His mouth quirked crookedly. “Gotta have a full menu to offer, after all.”
Bruce looked at this beautiful man and nodded, working slowly to stretch Clark, then drew out, applied lube liberally to his partner and slipped on the condom, then began to push in.
Clark groaned but motioned to continue, and Bruce eased in, then pulled out, setting up a gentle rhythm, watching Clark’s face for signs of pain.
He was excited over taking a virgin, glad that Clark was emitting sounds of pleasure and gasping, “Harder,” Bruce happy to comply.
Hot, tight passage; beautiful face alive with expression; Bruce hitting Clark’s prostate just right…
Bruce smiled. “You like that?”
Clark nodded vigorously and Bruce laughed, touching him again in the sweet spot.
“Oh, Bruce, I should be…pleasuring…you…”
“You are.” Bruce positioned himself better. “You are giving me quite the ego boost.”
Clark laughed and gasped, limbs shuddering as Bruce pushed, and his own orgasm ripped through him just as Clark’s hit, his cry music to Bruce’s ears.
Aftermath was sweet, and Clark was eager to earn his pay, bringing Bruce to heights of unalloyed pleasure.
He forgot his worries and reveled in pleasure, abandoning himself to a talented mouth and hands, keening as Clark filled him…
“So, is this the part where we smoke cigarettes?”
Bruce laughed and he patted his companion’s thigh. “Do you smoke?”
“Good. I don’t, either.”
“I’m glad that I could help you relax.”
“Yeah.” Bruce grinned sardonically. “I got kicked out of school. Have to go home and face the music.” And other things. He nodded at the rocking chair. “Don’t see many of those in hotel rooms.”
Clark laughed. “It’s relaxing.”
Bruce smirked, thinking of him sitting in that chair and…rocking…Clark. Chuckling, he picked up Clark’s hand. “That’s a beautiful ring.”
“Thanks.” Clark rested his other hand on his stomach. “I like the color.”
Bruce studied the red stone set in the gold setting. It was a high school ring, but he couldn’t see the name of the school, and the jewel wasn’t a polished ruby as he had thought at first. It was unusual, a rougher cut than most gems. He was about to ask what kind it was when Clark said regretfully, “I wish I could say this was on the house, but I need the money.”
“No problem.” Bruce chucked Clark under the chin with a wicked smile. “Worth every penny.”
Clark laughed and grabbed Bruce’s hand, rolling over on top of him…
The next morning Bruce quietly dressed while Clark slept soundly. He decided it was best to part on a business note: no breakfast, no goodbye kisses.
He thought of home while tucking in his shirt. He was at loose ends with college gone now. He’d have to get into another if he wanted to get a business degree and run Wayne Enterprises, but, then, he wasn’t sure he wanted to work in the business.
All his drifting, his endless rage, was nearly overwhelming him as he thought of Joe Chill’s parole hearing on Monday.
Parole hearing! The scum who murdered his parents wanted to walk, free as a bird?
He couldn’t let that happen.
He slipped his sneakers on, thinking of the handgun in his suitcase back at the hotel.
He turned to look at the sleeping Clark, still awed at his beauty.
I’ll never forget his face.
He was tempted to kiss him on the lush lips one last time, but resisted.
Keep it business, Bruce.
He left the room after leaving an extremely generous payment on the dresser.