Title: Star-Strewn Black Silk (2/2)
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce
Rating: (this chapter): PG-13
General Summary: Candlelight and kink.
Summary (this chapter): Strange brew.
Date Of Completion: September 20, 2007
Date Of Posting: September 21, 2007
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 878
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Author’s Note: Written for
Also written for my 2007 DCU Fic/Art Halloween Challenge.
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Bruce drank from the golden carved goblet, the shimmering liquid inside rich and deep in color. Little wisps of smoke curled out and around the rim as he sighed. Moonlight shone in through the opened drapes, revealing a star-strewn sky.
“Must you drink that obnoxious brew?”
“It settles my stomach after a Feeding.”
Bruce looked over at his companion, who was stretched out contentedly, arms above his head as he rested against the elaborate headboard. The moonlight silvered his skin but Bruce noted the slight paleness.
Clark’s smile didn’t waver. “Yes, but I’ll be fine in twenty-four hours.” He lightly touched the puncture wounds on his neck. “Just like these’ll be gone by then, too.”
Bruce’s guilt lessened a bit. “Thank you, anyway.”
“You don’t have to thank me every time we do this.”
“Yes, I do.”
Clark’s smile was gentle as he reached out and lightly grasped Bruce’s arm. “Love, it’s a small price to pay to have you forever.”
Bruce smiled, too. He drank more of the special brew, feeling his stomach losing its nausea and a sated feeling coming over him. No more hunger, at least not for now.
Clark’s fingers caressed his arm. “I mean that, Bruce. I always worried about losing everyone around me while I lived…Rao, I don’t know how long I’ll live if I avoid Kryptonite.”
“Probably as long as I will if I avoid wooden stakes.”
Clark laughed. “Who would guess at your true nature, my love?”
Bruce drank more brew, then said, “Well, I dress as a giant bat, complete with long, sweeping cape, live in a castle, so to speak, hang out in a cave with other bats, appear and disappear seemingly from nowhere, work at night and sleep late into the morning on black silk sheets with black drapes at the windows. I’d say my true nature isn’t much of a surprise.” Clark’s eyes sparkled and Bruce continued, “It’s a good thing some of the old myths don’t apply.”
“Oh, I can see myself in mirrors and I don’t turn to dust in the sun.” He smirked. “Most of the time.”
“True, you don’t exactly live in the sun.” Clark’s tone was amused. “If I turned into a vampire, I’m glad I wouldn’t be in big trouble recharging my batteries in the sun.”
“You may, you know.”
“Become like me one day.”
Clark looked contemplative as he still rubbed Bruce’s arm. “My Kryptonian blood seems to preclude that.”
“Or it could just make the change longer in coming.”
“Could be.” Clark stared at the stars. “But as long as my blood gives you what you need, and keeps regenerating, I don’t care.”
Bruce felt love wash over him in a strong, passionate wave. He closed his eyes and remembered the rush of euphoria as he had drunk Clark’s sweet/hot blood, the terrible hunger melting away like chocolate in the sun, Clark’s sun, hotter-than-hot, the generous man who willingly gave himself to his lover in every way possible.
I love you.
He would have centuries to say that, and Clark would always be at his side. For someone like him, a sun-powered Kryptonian was the perfect mate.
He would be whether I was like this or not.
Bruce gazed down at the shimmering liquid, swirling the contents in the goblet as if he was holding a brandy snifter. He always gloried in the taste of Clark’s blood as he Fed, the food/drink he needed to survive but so much more, but he was glad that this concoction replaced that taste in the aftermath. He really didn’t want to taste Clark’s blood in his mouth after a Feeding’s frenzy had abated.
Bruce drained the last of the simmering brew, setting the goblet on the nightstand. He turned and feasted his eyes on Clark, whose limbs were sprawled contentedly as he kept his focus on the stars.
Bruce always felt a little guilty after the Feeding, but Clark’s weakness would go away, and he would be the strong, capable Superman that the world knew and loved.
And so do I.
“So did my shocked act spice things up?” Clark’s eyes twinkled as they reflected the stars.
Bruce laughed. “You suggested the candles and maidenly innocent routine.”
“Hey, as I said, have to spice things up, right?”
“What, do you want me to do a Bela Lugosi next time? ‘I vant to suck your blood.’”
This time it was Clark who laughed.
Bruce leaned down and kissed Clark lightly on the lips. Clark made a happy sound, and Bruce took him into his arms and pulled the blankets up over them. His supernatural-tinged powers affected Clark, so his lover’s body temperature would be cooler than his normal sun-driven heat for at least the night.
Bruce was revitalized with new energy but didn’t regret Clark’s exhaustion. He would care for his Beloved and allow him to regain his strength, and he would face the new day with the gnawing hunger gone until the next time.
As Clark nestled against him, Bruce brushed the curl back from his eyes and kissed his brow, celebrating the singing of new blood in his veins as the moon rose high over the ocean, silver light shimmering on the sea.
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