Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce, King Jodelle/King Jovan, Dick, Laylin, Alfred
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: The substitute medicine isn’t working.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): June 1, 2009
Date Of Posting: May 3, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1617
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Entered into the 2010 DCU Fic/Art Bondage Challenge.
Is to suffer,
Pain his companion,
Misery his world."
Unknown Slave Author
19th Century C.E.
“How are you?”
Clark moved slightly under the covers. “Okay.”
“I can skip this morning’s meeting…”
“No.” Clark groped for Bruce’s hand. Bruce was spooned against him, and his hand was easy to find. “You are Earth’s representative. You should attend. You are the Prince of Gotham, of which I am very proud.”
Bruce squeezed his hand. “All right, my Ja’zel.” He kissed Clark’s shoulder.
He insisted on helping Clark wash up and change pajamas, then settled him back into bed. “I’ll have Alfred and Dick come in and check on you.”
Bruce caressed his hair. “I’ll be back during the break.”
“Aren’t you going to eat breakfast?”
“I’ll grab something from the kitchen.” Bruce kissed him and quickly showered, shaved and dressed, then kissed Clark again before hurrying out.
Clark watched him go with troubled eyes, his hand holding his rebellious stomach.
“Our deepest apologies.”
Jodelle and Jovan appeared in the garden. Bruce nodded. “Thank you, Your Majesties.”
Jodelle said, “It should never have happened.”
“No, but you can’t control mechanical difficulties.”
“How is your Ja’zel?”
“Still pretty sick, but better now.”
“Good.” Jodelle inclined his head. “Pleasure slaves will not be required at tonight’s banquo.”
Bruce smiled, touched at Jodelle’s consideration.
Behind his smile was the determination not to ever get into this predicament again. He had always been uneasy with the dependence on a small laboratory whose name had been provided by slave dealer Silas Bracken. When he got back home, he would probe deeper into the lab, and secure it for himself if he could.
Never again would Clark suffer so much!
“Ooh, my pretty little baby, Mommy’s so proud of you.”
“Daddy is, too, sport.”
“What a big boy!”
Pain washed through him, and he shuddered and moaned, a new voice reverberating through his aching head.
“Mmm, my pretty slut. Maybe I’ll carve one eye out. After all, you only need one to suck me off.”
His body jerked, waves of pain nearly drowning him.
“Please, no,” he whispered, wincing as laughter rolled over him.
Clark abruptly awoke, whimpering as cramps tore into him. Sheened with sweat, his limbs trembled.
He tried to take deep breaths and ride out the pain. Frowning, he felt nausea rise up. This was the severest attack he’d had in a long time.
He tried to ease the pain again, but it became worse than ever. The shaking increased. As the nausea grew, he eyed the bathroom. Could he make it there before causing a mess?
He inched his way to the edge of the bed, painfully swinging his legs over the side. He attempted to stand but dizziness overwhelmed him. He dropped to his knees and began to crawl.
Fitting for a slave, eh?
He cried out as a severe cramp ripped through him, stars sparkling before his eyes.
Dick’s anxious voice penetrated his miasma, Clark’s eyes fluttering open. “D…Dick?”
“Yeah.” The boy was frantic. “I came in and found you on the floor! What happened?”
“The usual.” Clark squeezed his eyes shut as a wav of pain hit. “Just a little worse.”
Laylin stood in the doorway.
“Please help me get him back to bed, Miss Laylin.”
She hurried in, blue pigtails bouncing.
“No…bathroom…” Clark gasped, and Dick and Laylin got him there just in time. He retched as he reached the toilet, Dick staying with him.
“I’ll get Alfred,” Laylin volunteered.
Clark felt as if his guts were on fire, his stomach muscles contracting, each heave causing more pain. He cried out as the pain skewered his insides. Tears of frustration slid down his cheeks.
The room spun and still Clark emptied his stomach. A voice was calm in his ear as he clung to the toilet, breathing heavily.
“Can you stand with aid?”
“Yes.” Clark’s eyes were tightly shut. He stood with help on wobbly legs.
“Rinse. Brush.” Alfred said softly.
He was gently led back to bed, Alfred and Dick helping him. Laylin had put fresh sheets on the bed. As Clark climbed into bed, she asked, “Is his illness always this bad?”
“Not usually,” Alfred answered.
Clark gratefully sank into the bed, stomach sore. At least the cramps were gone for the moment but he was still sweating and shaking.
The door opened and Bruce strode in. “What the hell? Alfred, what’s going on?”
“Some distress, sir.”
“Clark!” Bruce gently gripped his lover’s chin.
Laylin blinked. The Prince had just spoken his Ja’zel’s name in her presence. This must be serious.
“Do you think something to eat or drink might help?” Bruce asked softly.
Clark managed a smile. “I don’t think they have Saltines and ginger ale here.”
Laylin slipped out and hurried to the kitchen. She typed in her question on the computer, a match coming up, and took out a box of Raxon crackers and a bottle of Fizzgold, pouring it into a silver pitcher of ice. She put the pitcher and a plate of crackers on a silver tray.
Back in the guest room, heads turned at her arrival.
“I believe these crackers and Fizzgold are similar to Saltines and ginger ale."
Bruce took the tray. “You are a wonder.”
Laylin felt a rush of satisfaction at the compliment.
Dick helped Clark sit up as Alfred put a hand on Laylin’s shoulder, smiling his approval.
The Ja’zel…Clark…nibbled a Raxon cracker, smiling at Laylin, and drank the Fizzgold. Dick fluffed the pillows and Bruce poured more Fizzgold.
“I am sorry your attack is so bad,” Laylin said.
“It’s not usually so severe,” Bruce said tersely. “The refrigeration unit lost power and the quinium we brought was spoiled.”
Laylin’s violet eyes widened. “I beg leave, m’lord.”
Bruce nodded absently as he tended to Clark. Worriedly he caressed his lover’s silky hair. “This medicine isn’t working.”
“Maybe…I’m too used…to the experimental drug.” Clark clutched the sheets.
“I guess so.”
Worry reflected in Dick and Alfred’s eyes. Clark hadn’t been this sick for a long time.
“Headache?” Bruce asked sympathetically, running his fingers lightly over Clark’s brow.
Clark closed his eyes. “Yes.”
“Sir, the lunch hour is nearly over,” Alfred cautioned Bruce.
“I’m not leaving Clark.”
“Bruce…” Clark croaked.
“I’m not leaving, Clark.”
A sigh. “Stubborn.”
Clark laughed, then groaned, body jackknifing. “Damned…cramps.”
The door opened and Laylin hurried in, carrying a bottle of red liquid. “M’lord, I have unspoiled quinium.”
Three heads turned in surprise.
“How?” Bruce asked.
“It is my custom to take at least one bottle away from a set in case of just such a situation. We have had power outages before. I put this spare bottle in a small unit attached to a generator.”
Bruce took the bottle and hugged her. “You are wonderful,” he said softly.
Laylin blushed and Bruce quickly prepared the hypospray.
“Will this new medicine react with the old?” Alfred asked.
“The old isn’t doing anything. I think it’s close enough to be safe.” He leaned down. “Ja’zel, do you wish to wait or be injected now?”
“Now,” Clark groaned.
Bruce obeyed and the quinium was injected. “Now, we wait.”
“And you…will return…to the meeting,” Clark said.
“No, Master, you must. Alfred and Dick can care for me. And Laylin.” He smiled at her.
She smiled back, a little flutter going through her stomach. “I would be honored to stay.”
“I’ll arrange it with your superior,” Alfred said briskly, leaving the room.
Laylin fluffed Clark’s pillows and asked, “Do you require anything else, Ja’zel?”
Clark’s expression was soft. “You don’t have to serve me.”
“You are sick. Slave or not, you require care.”
Clark closed his eyes with a smile.
“I see I’m leaving my Prize in good hands.” Bruce smiled and laid a hand on Laylin’s shoulder, then turned his attention to Clark. He stroked his slave’s hair, then leaned down and kissed his cheek, straightening up and reluctantly leaving the room.
“Prince Bruce cares a great deal for you, Ja’zel.”
Dick pulled up the covers. “Try to get some sleep. We’ll be in the sitting room.”
Clark squeezed his hand. “You bet.”
Dick smiled and escorted Laylin to the sitting area. They sat on the brocade settee, Dick a little self-conscious. Laylin immediately put him at ease with a warm smile. She could see Clark in the bedroom from her vantage point.
“You have a wonderful Court.”
Dick chuckled. “I guess we do.”
“A harmonious House is a good thing.”
“A very good thing.” Dick glanced back at Clark. “The Master’s Prize brings everyone together.”
“Yes, I see.” She smoothed her skirt. “Is he sick often?”
“More than we’d like.” Dick gave her a dazzling smile. “You really saved the day.”
Laylin blushed. “I am glad to serve.”
“It was great service!” Dick’s eyes sparkled.
Laylin blinked. She could feel herself dazzled by this boy, slave or not.
“You okay, Laylin?”
“Hmm? Oh, yes.”
“Does the power cut out often?”
“Enough to take precautions.”
“Good thing you did.”
“I am very glad I did.” She smiled. “And all of you are heroes.”
Dick was startled, then laughed. “Oh, you mean the other night?”
“Well, Prince Mirax needed help. We were glad to get involved.”
“It was risky!”
“Oh, it was okay.”
Dick laughed again. “Really?”
“Well, we are an unusual Household.”
Laylin nodded. That was certainly true.
She had never met a Family quite like this one.