Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce, Alfred
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. A Great Trial crashes down upon the House Of Wayne. Can Bruce and Clark’s relationship survive? Will the Family’s strength be enough to see them through this Time of Fear and Darkness? The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Drama, Slavefic
Rating: (this chapter): R
Warnings: Descriptions of rape, humiliation
Summary: Clark’s pain, past and present, breaks through his emotional walls.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): January 14, 2009
Date Of Posting: November 28, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1237
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Like a dam,
The dam breaks.
"Time And Again"
Bruce felt sick as he read over the report. No anal penetration, which of course he had greatly feared. Bruises, cuts, especially under his right eye.
Bruises around the mouth. Severe bruising.
“You bastard, Edmund,” he whispered into the quiet of the study.
“Did you say something, sir?” Alfred asked, pausing in the study doorway.
“No, Alfred, thank you.”
The butler nodded and was about to move on when he hesitated.
“What is it, Alfred?”
“Sir, if I may…?”
Bruce nodded and his old friend came into the room. He leaned back in his chair, waiting for Alfred to speak.
The butler was very precise, hands clasped behind his back, but Bruce could see the worry in his eyes.
“Sir, how is Clark?”
Bruce sighed. “Still about the same, though Dr. Quinzell says they have made some progress.”
“She is eminently qualified, sir.”
“Yes, I know.” Bruce waved at the chair in front of his desk and Alfred sat down. “Jim Gordon highly recommended her.”
“She is a fervent slaves’ rights advocate.”
“Yes, she’s done a lot of good work with the N.A.S.”
Alfred inclined his head. “Is that the police report, sir?”
Bruce wasn’t surprised that Alfred knew about the report. He knew about everything.
Alfred looked very sad. “I am sorry.”
“So am I.”
“Master Bruce, if Clark can’t recover…”
“He’s strong, Alfred.”
“But also very fragile, sir. What if this reinforces his timidity?”
“Then I’ll always care for him, keep him safe. Not that I did such a bang-up job the first time,” he finished bitterly.
Alfred put his hand over Bruce’s on the desk. “None of this was your fault.”
Bruce remembered those words after Crime Alley, Alfred wanting to impress on a grieving eight-year-old boy that his parents’ deaths had been Joe Chill’s fault, not his, and that he should have no survivor’s guilt.
He turned his hand over and clasped Alfred’s hand.
The butler smiled softly. Their clasp ended and he stood.
“As long as Clark has you, he will be fine.”
Bruce smiled as Alfred left the room.
He certainly hoped so.
He closed the report and left the study, heading upstairs.
Clark looked up as Bruce entered the bedroom. He smiled and said, “Hello, Master.” He was sitting cross-legged on the bed.
“Hello, Clark.” Bruce kissed the top of his love’s head. “How are you feeling?”
The smile faded. “All right.” He sighed. “Did Dr. Quinzell say anything to you?”
“Nothing specific. She’s very good at keeping doctor-patient confidentiality.”
“Oh.” Clark shifted restlessly. “That’s good.”
Bruce admired Hayley Quinzell’s principles but wished she was a little less ethical. He would like to have more details about her sessions with Clark.
Bruce began undressing, well-sated by one of Alfred’s fine dinners. Dick was taking a nap before patrol, and Bruce was looking forward to a little quiet time before the nightly mission.
“Let me,” Clark said, climbing off the bed and unbuttoning Bruce’s shirt.
Bruce relaxed, enjoying the teasing foreplay. He wasn’t sure if sex would be the end result. He and Clark hadn't had sex since the kidnapping, his lover too skittish. Petting and kissing would be fine with him, especially with what he suspected...
Clark initiated a kiss, Bruce cupping Clark's elbows as he felt his lover's hands skim over his chest. Clark removed his Master's shirt and began nibbling down his throat and chest, lips brushing over his nipples.
Bruce shuddered, his body tingling. How he’d missed this!
“Mmm, baby…” He brushed Clark’s hair back as he groaned.
Clark slid to his knees, unzipping Bruce’s pants and clutching at his hips.
“Need this…” He rubbed his face against Bruce’s groin. “I can’t…need to forget…”
Hot breath blew on Bruce’s cock, his fingers entwining in Clark’s hair. He shivered as Clark’s tongue licked his flesh, wet and warm, delicious and…
“I can’t.” Tears were streaming down his face as he bowed his head.
“Wha…?” Bruce tried to clear his sex-fogged head. He zipped up his pants and knelt in front of Clark, gripping his shoulders. “What’s wrong, love?”
“I can’t…I’m sorry…”
Clark suddenly pushed Bruce away, shocking his Master. Clark wrapped his arms around himself, rocking back-and-forth.
“I’m just a slut…whore…”
Heart sinking, Bruce said, “Clark, no!”
“He said you couldn’t want me…wouldn’t want me…anymore…not after…”
“What, Clark?” Fear coiled in Bruce’s gut.
“The slavers…they forced me…to…to…I had to take them in my mouth…they called me a cocksucking whore…laughed at me…the guards the night before the auction…did the same…”
“And who else, Clark?” Bruce asked, his heart breaking.
Clark looked up, tears streaming down his face. “Didn’t you hear me, Master? I sucked off those men, dozens of them! I crawled on my hands and knees and knelt in front of them, one after the other, again and again…I choked on their cocks but still sucked them off, their seed in me…running down my throat…or all over my face and hair if they pulled out, laughing…my neck, my chest…they put me back in my cage, covered in their cum…the guards, too…they had to clean me up before the auction…” His voice rose to a wail. “My literal first memories of this world I live in were those!”
Bruce was shaking, wanting to hold Clark tight, but Clark’s body language was screaming Stay away! Tears in his own eyes, his heart ached.
“Ed…Edmund called me a slut, a whore…he’s right…he…I could have fought him...I would’ve lost my eye…I shut down…when he…I opened my mouth…I sucked him off and his seed is in me now…!”
Horror surged up in Bruce and he grabbed Clark’s shoulders, ignoring his lover’s flinch.
“Clark. Listen to me!” He shook his slave gently. “You had no choice! Edmund forced you to submit! I’m sorry!”
Clark was sobbing, “I couldn’t help them…screaming…can’t help anyone…!”
“Clark, please,” Bruce begged. “Hear me!” He lifted up Clark’s tear-ravaged face. “I could never blame you for survival! I’m so sorry to have failed you.”
Clark blinked, clutching Bruce’s arms. “How…you didn’t fail me, Bruce!”
“Of course I did! I ‘m supposed to protect you, Clark. I let that monster steal you right from under my nose!”
“Bruce…it wasn’t your fault. I knew you’d come for me. You saved me!”
“Too late,” Bruce said sadly.
“No, you did everything you could, Bruce.”
“So did you.” Bruce kissed Clark’s forehead. “You did what you had to do to stay whole and alive for me. You’ve been so strong, love.”
“I haven’t.” Clark shook his head. “I’ve been so afraid.”
“With good reason.” Bruce stroked Clark’s cheek with his thumb. “I can’t imagine what terrors you must have gone through, so vulnerable to Edmund’s cruelties!”
“I should have been stronger.”
Bruce’s fingers carded through his lover’s hair. “You were. You’ve survived more than I ever could.”
“It’s true. I’d be all rage and bile and wouldn’t last a year before I’d be terminally broken. You take blow-after-blow and continue to survive, even with happiness.” Bruce’s eyes shone with respect.
Humbled, Clark said in a near-whisper, “Thank you, Master.”
Bruce gently drew him into an embrace.
“It’s all right, I promise, you’re safe now, love, I swear it.”
Clark clung tightly to Bruce.
There would be no patrol tonight.