Happy Birthday jen_in_japan
Title: Retreating to the Fortress
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Clark/Bruce
Disclaimer: Don’t own, wish I did
Summary: The fortress makes for a private retreat.
A/N: A thousand and one thanks to pervyficgirl for betaing this for me, any mistakes left are of course my own fault.
A/N 3: Happy Birthday jen_in_japan and many returns. Hope you enjoy this as it’s your prezzie
Clark traced along Bruce's body with feathery light touches, following every curve and bump with the pads of his fingers, feeling Bruce's breath, his heartbeat. He followed the lines that the night had left on Bruce, recognizing many from times that the League had rushed in without a plan, failing at remembering that all their members weren't invulnerable. Many more he knew had Gotham's mark, delicately tracing her claim on his partner. He dreaded when she would lay her final flourish on her son, but that wasn't the point of this night.
"Clark," Bruce warned. Clark moved towards Bruce's lips, kissing him, laying his own claim. His hand moved to Bruce's shoulder to keeping him from flipping Clark over, as Bruce often did. He was going to lead tonight. It was Bruce's turn to be taken care of, Bruce's turn to be cherished.
Bruce pacified, Clark went back to tracing Bruce, rememorizing the familiar trails, and learning the new ones. Many new ones, from when they'd been stupid enough to believe they could make it without each other. They couldn't. Two halves couldn't be whole without their match, light existing without darkness to back it up didn't shine nearly as bright. So many stupid mistakes could have been avoided if they'd only been willing to talk and listen to each other.
"If you don't start doing something." Bruce glared. He had a feeling it wasn't an effective glare, with him lying on Clark's cotton sheets in his Fortress, writhing with need. So long, too long had it been since the last time they were together.
"Patience, Bruce." Clark chuckled. "Isn't that what you tell your Robins?" He ran his thumb over Bruce's nipple, watching it harden.
"Clark." Bruce sighed. "No Robins. Not here."
"No, they shouldn't be here." Clark stole another, harder kiss from Bruce, coaxing Bruce to open up to him, warm, and human and so alive. They'd nearly lost each other too often. He delved into the wet caverns of Bruce's mouth, taking inventory, massaging Bruce's tongue. His hands were running along Bruce's sides, too needy to stay still, to do anything but retraced Bruce's body, over and over again. Clark was half afraid he'd vanish again, be nothing more than a dream figment, keeping him company in the desolate Fortress.
Bruce's hands grasped Clark's shoulders, holding him, afraid to let go, knowing he didn't need to hold back his strength. He wished in the back of his subconscious mind that he could give Clark that luxury. However, he easily admitted that he wouldn't give Clark away without a fight even if Clark found someone. He'd let Clark go once. That was enough.
Clark finally pulled away from Bruce's lips, smiling at the bruised look of them, kissing trailing kisses along Bruce's strong jaw, sure he had a good idea of what was going on in his cerebral partner's mind. He whispered a promise to Bruce, once he drew near Bruce's ear, punctuating it with sucking on Bruce's earlobe. "I'm not leaving, not again. Not if I can help it."
Bruce shuddered under Clark, though from the promise or the sucking, Clark couldn't tell. Clark continued the sucking, rubbing Bruce's shoulder, mentally sighing at how tense Bruce was, and scheduled a massage of Bruce after Bruce was relaxed enough to not argue. It might take a few rounds but Clark was willing to do it, to take care of Bruce for however long he had him. Bruce was slowly relaxing beneath him, slowly letting his grip get gentler. Clark wished Bruce could leave a mark on him beyond the one he'd already left in his heart and soul. A physical mark would be nice. He didn't need it though.
Clark finally started moving downwards, kissing and sucking along Bruce's cut body. He didn't stay to one particular pattern, exploring scars and unscarred skin randomly, a nibble here, a bite there, whatever would make his lover writhe and curse at him. He filed the curses away, curious what they meant, intending to look them up later. But for now, he had a Batman to make writhe for him. God, Bruce was gorgeous.
Bruce watched Clark, hands tangling in Clark's hair, so soft and satin smooth, slowly releasing some of the iron control, as it wasn't needed, never had been, here, in their sanctuary. It had been so long since they had had the time, taken the time to retreat to the Fortress that the old instincts were hard put to resurface. His control wasn't needed here though, just his passion, his lack of control, the one thing he could give Clark. He didn't have anything else Clark wanted from him that he could give to him.
Clark purred as he felt and heard Bruce reacting more and more, slowly falling into their familiar patterns, still occasionally attempting to gain the upper hand, but if he didn't try, he wouldn't be his Bruce. But Clark wasn't going to let him this time. It was his turn to apologize for everything idiotic that he'd done recently, every moment he should have been battering at Bruce's walls and didn't, every time he let Bruce slide with being an antisocial paranoid bastard, every time he didn't see how badly Bruce was hurting and hurting others through something Superman should have stopped. Something Clark should have stopped.
Clark continued his path downwards, tongue tracing along Bruce's abs, fingernails brushing Bruce's nipples, causing his Bruce to arch off the bed, purring in satisfaction when that happened. He finally made sucked at the hollow between Bruce's hip and cock and then traced along the cock, taking his time, relearning his scent. Laughing lightly when Bruce shoved at him, trying to get him to stop teasing and enjoying the groan that that caused. He continued to lick around Bruce. Bruce was better than any lollipop. Tasted good, and moved on his own. He finally engulfed Bruce in his mouth, sucking lightly, teasing his Dark Knight. He knew what Bruce wanted, but that wasn't the same as what he needed.
Bruce bucked against Clark, holding hard to Clark's hair, cussing at Clark, wanting more, faster, now. Damned farm boys and their ideas of what's needed. He needed Clark, plain and simple. That's what he needed, wanted and damned well would have, if the stubborn Kryptonian would start to cooperate with him. He loved the man, but Clark was being exasperating.
Clark finally gave in, once he heard his seventh language come out of Bruce and swallowed Bruce down, relying on his lack of gag reflex and lack of need to breathe to suck Bruce's brains out. Bruce bucked into him, letting him take more of Bruce in as he massaged Bruce's balls, and held his fingers up for Bruce to suck on, getting them good and wet before sliding a finger up into Bruce, teasing him.
It wasn't long before Bruce finally came for him, exploding up off the bed, a long keening sound that Clark is almost sure they could hear all the way in Gotham, without super hearing.
"Now," Bruce purred once he was back to semi-coherent. "I return the favor." He smirked at his alien lover with predatory intent. Clark returned the smile with open, honest, anticipatory glee.
Bruce's own explorations were a lot more scientific, hitting nerves no other person were even aware of on a Kryptonian, caressing and teasing with easy, practiced motions. He watched Clark intently, deep blue eyes shining as Clark gasped and groaned on the bed, moving downwards with sure, steady motions, unafraid to use teeth, nails fingers, anything he felt like, letting Clark know how much he'd missed this with soft murmurings, and quick observations.
He wasn't so good at the gushing praise that Clark let fall so easily, but this time he'd try. He prepared Clark, taking the time truly to tease at Clark, before entering Clark, pushing until he was seated completely within the warm alien heat. He bent double to kiss Clark, before starting to move, hitting his prostrate every time, knowing how to aim from long practice. He finally started to jerk Clark off in time with his thrusts, keeping the rhythm steady, relentlessly pounding into Clark. Clark came with a mighty shout, pulling Bruce's second orgasm out of him, and Bruce collapsed over him.
Clark smiled as he pulled Bruce up his body, and nuzzled him tightly. Bruce sighed when he was forced to disengage from Clark and kissed Clark gently, enjoying the rumbling purrs that his Kryptonian made after a particularly good bout of sex in the Fortress. Clark's hand ran through Bruce's hair, petting him contentedly, neither one ready to talk yet.
*comments and criticism are welcome, appreciated and taken into consideration*
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Clark/Bruce
Disclaimer: Don’t own, wish I did
Summary: The fortress makes for a private retreat.
A/N: A thousand and one thanks to pervyficgirl for betaing this for me, any mistakes left are of course my own fault.
A/N 3: Happy Birthday jen_in_japan and many returns. Hope you enjoy this as it’s your prezzie
Clark traced along Bruce's body with feathery light touches, following every curve and bump with the pads of his fingers, feeling Bruce's breath, his heartbeat. He followed the lines that the night had left on Bruce, recognizing many from times that the League had rushed in without a plan, failing at remembering that all their members weren't invulnerable. Many more he knew had Gotham's mark, delicately tracing her claim on his partner. He dreaded when she would lay her final flourish on her son, but that wasn't the point of this night.
"Clark," Bruce warned. Clark moved towards Bruce's lips, kissing him, laying his own claim. His hand moved to Bruce's shoulder to keeping him from flipping Clark over, as Bruce often did. He was going to lead tonight. It was Bruce's turn to be taken care of, Bruce's turn to be cherished.
Bruce pacified, Clark went back to tracing Bruce, rememorizing the familiar trails, and learning the new ones. Many new ones, from when they'd been stupid enough to believe they could make it without each other. They couldn't. Two halves couldn't be whole without their match, light existing without darkness to back it up didn't shine nearly as bright. So many stupid mistakes could have been avoided if they'd only been willing to talk and listen to each other.
"If you don't start doing something." Bruce glared. He had a feeling it wasn't an effective glare, with him lying on Clark's cotton sheets in his Fortress, writhing with need. So long, too long had it been since the last time they were together.
"Patience, Bruce." Clark chuckled. "Isn't that what you tell your Robins?" He ran his thumb over Bruce's nipple, watching it harden.
"Clark." Bruce sighed. "No Robins. Not here."
"No, they shouldn't be here." Clark stole another, harder kiss from Bruce, coaxing Bruce to open up to him, warm, and human and so alive. They'd nearly lost each other too often. He delved into the wet caverns of Bruce's mouth, taking inventory, massaging Bruce's tongue. His hands were running along Bruce's sides, too needy to stay still, to do anything but retraced Bruce's body, over and over again. Clark was half afraid he'd vanish again, be nothing more than a dream figment, keeping him company in the desolate Fortress.
Bruce's hands grasped Clark's shoulders, holding him, afraid to let go, knowing he didn't need to hold back his strength. He wished in the back of his subconscious mind that he could give Clark that luxury. However, he easily admitted that he wouldn't give Clark away without a fight even if Clark found someone. He'd let Clark go once. That was enough.
Clark finally pulled away from Bruce's lips, smiling at the bruised look of them, kissing trailing kisses along Bruce's strong jaw, sure he had a good idea of what was going on in his cerebral partner's mind. He whispered a promise to Bruce, once he drew near Bruce's ear, punctuating it with sucking on Bruce's earlobe. "I'm not leaving, not again. Not if I can help it."
Bruce shuddered under Clark, though from the promise or the sucking, Clark couldn't tell. Clark continued the sucking, rubbing Bruce's shoulder, mentally sighing at how tense Bruce was, and scheduled a massage of Bruce after Bruce was relaxed enough to not argue. It might take a few rounds but Clark was willing to do it, to take care of Bruce for however long he had him. Bruce was slowly relaxing beneath him, slowly letting his grip get gentler. Clark wished Bruce could leave a mark on him beyond the one he'd already left in his heart and soul. A physical mark would be nice. He didn't need it though.
Clark finally started moving downwards, kissing and sucking along Bruce's cut body. He didn't stay to one particular pattern, exploring scars and unscarred skin randomly, a nibble here, a bite there, whatever would make his lover writhe and curse at him. He filed the curses away, curious what they meant, intending to look them up later. But for now, he had a Batman to make writhe for him. God, Bruce was gorgeous.
Bruce watched Clark, hands tangling in Clark's hair, so soft and satin smooth, slowly releasing some of the iron control, as it wasn't needed, never had been, here, in their sanctuary. It had been so long since they had had the time, taken the time to retreat to the Fortress that the old instincts were hard put to resurface. His control wasn't needed here though, just his passion, his lack of control, the one thing he could give Clark. He didn't have anything else Clark wanted from him that he could give to him.
Clark purred as he felt and heard Bruce reacting more and more, slowly falling into their familiar patterns, still occasionally attempting to gain the upper hand, but if he didn't try, he wouldn't be his Bruce. But Clark wasn't going to let him this time. It was his turn to apologize for everything idiotic that he'd done recently, every moment he should have been battering at Bruce's walls and didn't, every time he let Bruce slide with being an antisocial paranoid bastard, every time he didn't see how badly Bruce was hurting and hurting others through something Superman should have stopped. Something Clark should have stopped.
Clark continued his path downwards, tongue tracing along Bruce's abs, fingernails brushing Bruce's nipples, causing his Bruce to arch off the bed, purring in satisfaction when that happened. He finally made sucked at the hollow between Bruce's hip and cock and then traced along the cock, taking his time, relearning his scent. Laughing lightly when Bruce shoved at him, trying to get him to stop teasing and enjoying the groan that that caused. He continued to lick around Bruce. Bruce was better than any lollipop. Tasted good, and moved on his own. He finally engulfed Bruce in his mouth, sucking lightly, teasing his Dark Knight. He knew what Bruce wanted, but that wasn't the same as what he needed.
Bruce bucked against Clark, holding hard to Clark's hair, cussing at Clark, wanting more, faster, now. Damned farm boys and their ideas of what's needed. He needed Clark, plain and simple. That's what he needed, wanted and damned well would have, if the stubborn Kryptonian would start to cooperate with him. He loved the man, but Clark was being exasperating.
Clark finally gave in, once he heard his seventh language come out of Bruce and swallowed Bruce down, relying on his lack of gag reflex and lack of need to breathe to suck Bruce's brains out. Bruce bucked into him, letting him take more of Bruce in as he massaged Bruce's balls, and held his fingers up for Bruce to suck on, getting them good and wet before sliding a finger up into Bruce, teasing him.
It wasn't long before Bruce finally came for him, exploding up off the bed, a long keening sound that Clark is almost sure they could hear all the way in Gotham, without super hearing.
"Now," Bruce purred once he was back to semi-coherent. "I return the favor." He smirked at his alien lover with predatory intent. Clark returned the smile with open, honest, anticipatory glee.
Bruce's own explorations were a lot more scientific, hitting nerves no other person were even aware of on a Kryptonian, caressing and teasing with easy, practiced motions. He watched Clark intently, deep blue eyes shining as Clark gasped and groaned on the bed, moving downwards with sure, steady motions, unafraid to use teeth, nails fingers, anything he felt like, letting Clark know how much he'd missed this with soft murmurings, and quick observations.
He wasn't so good at the gushing praise that Clark let fall so easily, but this time he'd try. He prepared Clark, taking the time truly to tease at Clark, before entering Clark, pushing until he was seated completely within the warm alien heat. He bent double to kiss Clark, before starting to move, hitting his prostrate every time, knowing how to aim from long practice. He finally started to jerk Clark off in time with his thrusts, keeping the rhythm steady, relentlessly pounding into Clark. Clark came with a mighty shout, pulling Bruce's second orgasm out of him, and Bruce collapsed over him.
Clark smiled as he pulled Bruce up his body, and nuzzled him tightly. Bruce sighed when he was forced to disengage from Clark and kissed Clark gently, enjoying the rumbling purrs that his Kryptonian made after a particularly good bout of sex in the Fortress. Clark's hand ran through Bruce's hair, petting him contentedly, neither one ready to talk yet.
*comments and criticism are welcome, appreciated and taken into consideration*