Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce, Jarralee
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. The House Of Wayne travels off-world to the planet of Jovara on an important mission, and lovers Clark and Bruce learn more about their Master/slave dynamic through the eyes of this exotic culture. Meanwhile, Hal and Steve attempt to aid Diana and the Amazons to finally break free of their centuries-long enslavement on Paradise Island. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Drama, Slavefic
Challenge Category: Section E (Slavefic)
Rating: (this chapter): G
Summary: A power outage in the Palace causes disaster.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): May 20, 2009
Date Of Posting: April 28, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 769
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Entered into the 2010 DCU Fic/Art Bondage Challenge.
Like a ruby-red flower,
"Flowers In My Garden"
Clark’s groan was pained as he rolled over and clutched his stomach.
“It’s time for your shot.” Bruce climbed out of bed, ringing for a servant. He put on his robe.
He had brought extra bottles of quinium from Earth, not wanting to be caught short, or in case of damage. The bottles were kept refrigerated, and now he needed one.
A soft knock on the door brought Bruce over. He opened it and a tall, slender woman asked, “I am to be of service, m’lord.”
“Thank you, Miss…”
“Jarralee.” Enormous blue eyes were calm in a light-blue face.
“Jarralee, I need my Ja’zel’s medicine, please.”
“It’s quinium, a red liquid, and will be in bottles.”
“Very good, sir.”
“I’ll only need one bottle.”
She nodded and left.
Bruce went to the dresser and opened the top drawer, taking out the hypospray. “It won’t be long, Clark.”
Clark mumbled, curled up in bed. Bruce pulled the covers up over him, biting his lip as he saw his lover tremble.
“You’ll be fine once you get your shot.” Bruce caressed Clark’s shoulder and arm.
“Yes.” Clark’s hand groped for Bruce, who quickly grasped it. “I’ll be fine.”
“Yes, you will.” Bruce squeezed his hand gently.
A clock on the fireplace mantel ticked loudly in the silence, Bruce growing impatient. Where was Jarralee with the quinium?
“Don’t worry about anything, love. Jovarans don’t care if a slave is sick. You’re allowed to be sick. No guilt.”
Clark smiled slightly. “All right.”
Bruce stroked Clark’s hair. It was so soft and silky. Sweet Clark.
“I love you.”
Clark’s smile grew a little brighter. “I know. Me, too.”
Another knock on the door, and Bruce hurried to open it. Jarralee was standing there, looking nervous…and empty-handed.
“Where’s the medicine?”
“I am sorry.”
“There was a power outage…we were not aware of it…the quinium is spoiled.”
Bruce felt shock blossom through him, then rage welled up. “I entrusted your staff to keep my lov…Ja’zel’s medicine safe! He has to have it! He’ll be terribly sick without it!”
“I demand to see the Royal High Chamberlain at once! And a doctor!”
The weak voice from the bed brought Bruce around. “I’m sorry, I…”
“It’s not all right!” Bruce hurried to the bed. “I’ll get you medicine somehow.”
”M’lord, the Royal Majesties have access to medicine from our hospital. I have already sent for it.”
“This quinium is experimental! It helps him. This medicine of yours might not.”
“I will bring over the medicine as soon as it arrives, m’lord.”
Jarralee hurried out.
Bruce stroked Clark’s hair. “I’m so sorry, love.”
“It’s no one’s fault, Bruce…please…don’t be angry…with the Jovarans.”
Bruce blinked back tears. “It’s so like you to worry about someone else while you’re suffering. God, I love you so much.”
Clark chuckled softly. “Oh, Bruce. You are...my heart.” Clark looked at Bruce with love through pain-clouded eyes.
Swallowing, Bruce caressed his face. “I will take care of you, I promise.”
Clark sighed. “I hate cramps.”
His lover shuddered, moving painfully. “I…I need to get to the…bathroom…”
Bruce quickly helped Clark up and into the bathroom, Clark leaning over the toilet.
Bruce stayed with him as Clark promptly got sick. Bruce held on, his heart breaking.
Finally, Clark was done, weak and trembling. He stood with Bruce’s help, rinsed out his mouth and brushed his teeth, then leaned heavily on Bruce as his lover helped him back to bed.
Bruce was getting angry again. Where the hell was that medicine?
Clark settled under the blankets that Bruce pulled up over him.
This time Jarralee did not bother to knock. She came in, carrying a bottle of yellow liquid. “Quinium, m’lord.”
Bruce leaped up from the bed, grabbing the hypospray. He filled it with the medicine and injected it, Clark quietly accepting the shot.
“I am very sorry, Prince Bruce,” said Jarralee softly.
Bruce was watching Clark carefully. “Let’s hope this works.” Clark threw a look his way, and Bruce sighed. He looked at Jarralee. “I know you feel badly.”
She blinked. “Thank you, m’lord.” She bowed. “Please call me if you require anything else.”
She departed and Bruce continued caressing Clark. “Would you like to be alone?”
Bruce slipped his robe off and curled up around his lover, hoping that his presence would help.
Clark snuggled up against his lover, Bruce’s arms tight around him.