Fic: Rainbow's Freedom (RobinSong Arc) (20/41)
Title: Rainbow’s Freedom (RobinSong Arc) (20/41)
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter):Clark/Bruce, Alfred, Dick
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. As Bruce and Clark try and adjust to being lovers as well as Master and slave, on a warm spring night a new member of the Wayne Household is added: a little boy whom Bruce sadly identifies with. Dick Grayson further pushes Bruce along the path of Abolitionism as the child brings further Light into the Manor. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: Drama, AU
Rating: (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Clark and Bruce enjoy some private time at the beach, then welcome Dick for a family outing.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): November 6, 2007
Date Of Posting: July 23, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1167
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Looks like this chapter can be entered into the 2008 DCU Fic/Art Endless Summer Challenge. :)
The sound of the sea
Surrounds you and me.
The sun and the sand,
Burns like a brand.
Brand of loving,
Brand of joy,
The sound of the sea
Surrounds you and me.
Janice Greenleaf Whittier
“Nature’s Gold And Other Poems”
2007 C.E.
XX
PERFECT DAY
Bruce slung the beach towel over his shoulders. “Dick is studying this morning, Alfred, but send him down to the beach in two hours, will you?”
“Certainly, sir.”
Clark appeared in the kitchen doorway, clad like Bruce in swim trunks and an unbuttoned shirt, sandals on his feet. He also carried a towel and was smiling.
“Let’s go,” Bruce said.
The walk to the beach was down a rocky incline, both careful of their footing. Bruce reached out and grasped Clark’s hand, both men smiling.
They settled their towels on the sand, discarding sandals and shirts and plunging into the sea.
The water was icy at first shock, but quickly settled to comfortable temperatures. Clark and Bruce laughed and played, splashing water at each other and then swimming with clean, powerful strokes in tandem.
When they emerged from the sea, Bruce was enthralled by the diamond sparkles on Clark’s bronzed skin. He always seemed to absorb sunlight, reflecting it back via the most dazzling smiles that Bruce had ever seen.
When they reached the towels, Bruce was all over Clark, who was just as eager to reciprocate. Bruce’s hands roamed smooth flesh, skittering over cold rainbow metal, hot mouths pressing together with urgency.
Bruce broke away and looked at Clark, whose eyes were lust-filled, laced with love. Had they always been so eager, or had he never noticed, simply assuming that Clark merely cared for him as a pleasure slave, eager to perform his duties, albeit laced with affection?
Bruce was an excellent detective, but he was clueless as to human emotions.
He would have to fix that.
Clark stretched out on his towel, Bruce on top of him. Slick, wet bodies rubbed together, Bruce’s tongue slipping into Clark’s mouth.
Warm June sun beat down on their entwined bodies, fingers running through hair and groins pressing together.
Waves crashed on the beach, loud and rhythmic. Bruce clutched Clark’s hair, tilting his head back as he licked all the way down Clark’s throat and around the sparkling collar.
Lovemaking with Clark was even more exciting now that both knew they were in love. Clark still took pride in serving Bruce in bed, but now it was laced with love.
Bruce never wanted to lose this feeling.
“Mmm, love you,” he breathed, nuzzling Clark’s jaw.
“I love you, too…Bruce.”
Clark was still always a little shy when he used Bruce’s name, especially in bed.
Or in this case, on a beach towel.
Bruce smiled at his lover, Clark’s sapphire eyes shining as he happily nibbled on Bruce’s ear.
The sun burnished Clark’s skin, Bruce truly appreciative of the effect. He kissed his way down Clark’s stomach and chest, licking the long column of flesh jutting up from dark curls. Clark moaned and writhed as Bruce loved him.
Clark’s mixture of innocence and wantonness always set Bruce afire. He licked faster, like a starving man with an ice cream cone.
When he swallowed Clark, his lover moaned and bucked, Bruce excited at Clark’s reaction.
“Bruuuce…”
Clark’s moans and fingers tangled in his Master’s hair egged Bruce on. He tasted salty-sweet and delicious and what Bruce treasured.
I love you.
Clark’s moan tore through Bruce, who sensed Clark close to the brink…
…of heaven.
Bruce swallowed Clark’s cum, fingers digging into the other man’s thighs. He released the softening cock and licked his lips.
“Mmm,” he purred. “Tasty as always.”
Clark blushed but reached out a hand to capture Bruce’s cock. His eyes sparkled as he said, “Let me take care of you, Master.”
“Of course, my Prize.”
Clark laughed, happiness shining in his eyes. He stroked skillfully, Bruce hissing with pleasure, his body responding to Clark’s deft touch. He fountained into Clark’s hand, slipping down to wrap himself around Clark.
& & & & & &
“Master! Clark!”
Bruce waved from the surf, Clark swimming a short distance away. Dick dropped his beach towel and shirt on the sand and kicked off his sandals. He dove into the water, giving Bruce an excited hug.
“Thanks for inviting me!”
Bruce gently ruffled the boy’s hair. “You’re very welcome, Dick.” He hugged back. “See if you can catch Clark.”
“Yeah!”
Dick dove in while Bruce laughed.
& & & & & &
Clark and Bruce settled on their towels, Bruce shaking water out of his hair. They were smiling as they watched Dick cavorting in the surf. They had played with him and Bruce had allowed him to continue swimming as he and Clark came out to sit on the beach.
Dick’s inexhaustible energy was amusing to watch.
“He’s got a good technique,” Bruce said.
“He’s like a dolphin, all playful and smiling,” Clark laughed.
“A dolphin, eh?” Bruce entwined his fingers with Clark’s. “I like that.”
Clark brushed their joined hands again at Bruce’s thigh. He ducked his head shyly as Bruce smiled at him.
Bruce liked the combination of shyness and boldness Clark would occasionally exhibit. His slave was more confident, and that heightened sense had been in evidence since Bruce’s declaration of love last fall. Clark felt more secure now, believing that Bruce loved him and would never send him away.
Bruce stroked Clark’s thigh, enjoying the quiver of his lover’s leg. His skin was so golden and smooth, matching the brilliance of the sun and sand.
Clark was made for this bright day.
Clark’s beautiful blue eyes were hidden by his dark glasses. He needed the glasses for his light-sensitive eyes, and Bruce wished he could see the hidden gems. They were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.
Clark was watching Dick splashing in the water. “He’s putting on a show.”
“Hmm?”
“Dick.” Clark pointed toward the surf. “He’s performing for us.”
Bruce peered out at the ocean. “You’re right.” Amusement laced his voice.
“Bruce?”
“Yes?”
“When will you tell him?”
Bruce watched the laughing boy ride the waves. “Soon, I think.”
Clark nodded his approval.
Once more amused, Bruce lazily stroked Clark’s sun-warmed back. His companion had a soft spot for Dick, already loving the boy as if he had known him all of his life.
Bruce felt the same way. Dick had come into their lives through tragedy, but was now a brightness in the Household. Bruce needed to maintain firm discipline, but he loved to indulge the boy as much as he could.
He was very lucky indeed to have two bright presences in his life.
Clark turned his head and smiled, Bruce leaning in for a kiss.
“Hey! Mushy stuff!”
Clark and Bruce broke apart, laughing. Dick was grinning as he scampered across the sand.
“Want me to disappear?”
“Never,” Clark said with a smile, and Bruce winked at Dick.
It was truly a perfect day.
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter):Clark/Bruce, Alfred, Dick
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. As Bruce and Clark try and adjust to being lovers as well as Master and slave, on a warm spring night a new member of the Wayne Household is added: a little boy whom Bruce sadly identifies with. Dick Grayson further pushes Bruce along the path of Abolitionism as the child brings further Light into the Manor. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: Drama, AU
Rating: (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Clark and Bruce enjoy some private time at the beach, then welcome Dick for a family outing.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): November 6, 2007
Date Of Posting: July 23, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1167
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Looks like this chapter can be entered into the 2008 DCU Fic/Art Endless Summer Challenge. :)
The sound of the sea
Surrounds you and me.
The sun and the sand,
Burns like a brand.
Brand of loving,
Brand of joy,
The sound of the sea
Surrounds you and me.
Janice Greenleaf Whittier
“Nature’s Gold And Other Poems”
2007 C.E.
XX
PERFECT DAY
Bruce slung the beach towel over his shoulders. “Dick is studying this morning, Alfred, but send him down to the beach in two hours, will you?”
“Certainly, sir.”
Clark appeared in the kitchen doorway, clad like Bruce in swim trunks and an unbuttoned shirt, sandals on his feet. He also carried a towel and was smiling.
“Let’s go,” Bruce said.
The walk to the beach was down a rocky incline, both careful of their footing. Bruce reached out and grasped Clark’s hand, both men smiling.
They settled their towels on the sand, discarding sandals and shirts and plunging into the sea.
The water was icy at first shock, but quickly settled to comfortable temperatures. Clark and Bruce laughed and played, splashing water at each other and then swimming with clean, powerful strokes in tandem.
When they emerged from the sea, Bruce was enthralled by the diamond sparkles on Clark’s bronzed skin. He always seemed to absorb sunlight, reflecting it back via the most dazzling smiles that Bruce had ever seen.
When they reached the towels, Bruce was all over Clark, who was just as eager to reciprocate. Bruce’s hands roamed smooth flesh, skittering over cold rainbow metal, hot mouths pressing together with urgency.
Bruce broke away and looked at Clark, whose eyes were lust-filled, laced with love. Had they always been so eager, or had he never noticed, simply assuming that Clark merely cared for him as a pleasure slave, eager to perform his duties, albeit laced with affection?
Bruce was an excellent detective, but he was clueless as to human emotions.
He would have to fix that.
Clark stretched out on his towel, Bruce on top of him. Slick, wet bodies rubbed together, Bruce’s tongue slipping into Clark’s mouth.
Warm June sun beat down on their entwined bodies, fingers running through hair and groins pressing together.
Waves crashed on the beach, loud and rhythmic. Bruce clutched Clark’s hair, tilting his head back as he licked all the way down Clark’s throat and around the sparkling collar.
Lovemaking with Clark was even more exciting now that both knew they were in love. Clark still took pride in serving Bruce in bed, but now it was laced with love.
Bruce never wanted to lose this feeling.
“Mmm, love you,” he breathed, nuzzling Clark’s jaw.
“I love you, too…Bruce.”
Clark was still always a little shy when he used Bruce’s name, especially in bed.
Or in this case, on a beach towel.
Bruce smiled at his lover, Clark’s sapphire eyes shining as he happily nibbled on Bruce’s ear.
The sun burnished Clark’s skin, Bruce truly appreciative of the effect. He kissed his way down Clark’s stomach and chest, licking the long column of flesh jutting up from dark curls. Clark moaned and writhed as Bruce loved him.
Clark’s mixture of innocence and wantonness always set Bruce afire. He licked faster, like a starving man with an ice cream cone.
When he swallowed Clark, his lover moaned and bucked, Bruce excited at Clark’s reaction.
“Bruuuce…”
Clark’s moans and fingers tangled in his Master’s hair egged Bruce on. He tasted salty-sweet and delicious and what Bruce treasured.
I love you.
Clark’s moan tore through Bruce, who sensed Clark close to the brink…
…of heaven.
Bruce swallowed Clark’s cum, fingers digging into the other man’s thighs. He released the softening cock and licked his lips.
“Mmm,” he purred. “Tasty as always.”
Clark blushed but reached out a hand to capture Bruce’s cock. His eyes sparkled as he said, “Let me take care of you, Master.”
“Of course, my Prize.”
Clark laughed, happiness shining in his eyes. He stroked skillfully, Bruce hissing with pleasure, his body responding to Clark’s deft touch. He fountained into Clark’s hand, slipping down to wrap himself around Clark.
& & & & & &
“Master! Clark!”
Bruce waved from the surf, Clark swimming a short distance away. Dick dropped his beach towel and shirt on the sand and kicked off his sandals. He dove into the water, giving Bruce an excited hug.
“Thanks for inviting me!”
Bruce gently ruffled the boy’s hair. “You’re very welcome, Dick.” He hugged back. “See if you can catch Clark.”
“Yeah!”
Dick dove in while Bruce laughed.
& & & & & &
Clark and Bruce settled on their towels, Bruce shaking water out of his hair. They were smiling as they watched Dick cavorting in the surf. They had played with him and Bruce had allowed him to continue swimming as he and Clark came out to sit on the beach.
Dick’s inexhaustible energy was amusing to watch.
“He’s got a good technique,” Bruce said.
“He’s like a dolphin, all playful and smiling,” Clark laughed.
“A dolphin, eh?” Bruce entwined his fingers with Clark’s. “I like that.”
Clark brushed their joined hands again at Bruce’s thigh. He ducked his head shyly as Bruce smiled at him.
Bruce liked the combination of shyness and boldness Clark would occasionally exhibit. His slave was more confident, and that heightened sense had been in evidence since Bruce’s declaration of love last fall. Clark felt more secure now, believing that Bruce loved him and would never send him away.
Bruce stroked Clark’s thigh, enjoying the quiver of his lover’s leg. His skin was so golden and smooth, matching the brilliance of the sun and sand.
Clark was made for this bright day.
Clark’s beautiful blue eyes were hidden by his dark glasses. He needed the glasses for his light-sensitive eyes, and Bruce wished he could see the hidden gems. They were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.
Clark was watching Dick splashing in the water. “He’s putting on a show.”
“Hmm?”
“Dick.” Clark pointed toward the surf. “He’s performing for us.”
Bruce peered out at the ocean. “You’re right.” Amusement laced his voice.
“Bruce?”
“Yes?”
“When will you tell him?”
Bruce watched the laughing boy ride the waves. “Soon, I think.”
Clark nodded his approval.
Once more amused, Bruce lazily stroked Clark’s sun-warmed back. His companion had a soft spot for Dick, already loving the boy as if he had known him all of his life.
Bruce felt the same way. Dick had come into their lives through tragedy, but was now a brightness in the Household. Bruce needed to maintain firm discipline, but he loved to indulge the boy as much as he could.
He was very lucky indeed to have two bright presences in his life.
Clark turned his head and smiled, Bruce leaning in for a kiss.
“Hey! Mushy stuff!”
Clark and Bruce broke apart, laughing. Dick was grinning as he scampered across the sand.
“Want me to disappear?”
“Never,” Clark said with a smile, and Bruce winked at Dick.
It was truly a perfect day.