Almost anything goes
Title: Almost anything goes
Fandom: DC
Pairings: Bruce/Clark
Characters: Clark Kent/Superman, Bruce Wayne/Batman
Word Count: 371
Rating: PG. (suggestive themes)
Warnings: None
Synopsis: Written for the ShuffleFic Challenge A. Challenge credit goes to mithen
....I needed a writer's boost.
Almost anything goes:
The gloves came off.
The boots shoved to the side.
There was a struggle and the sound of something breaking in the fog that was their minds. Strengths clashed against one another, suits embracing, feet digging into the well worn floor that had been witness to this bout many times. One would shove, the other would shove harder…and then all hell would break loose.
There was still the hole in the wall from the last time things had escalated, not to mention the vase that had never been replaced. Then there was the ceiling. God only knew how they managed to get up there was put a HOLE in IT, but it was there gaping down at the struggle that had caused its existence.
The floor moaned, but let up its protest when the couch got the better of it. Bodies collided and fell, limbs tangled and fighting for the upper hand. Someone prevailed, laughter echoing off the walls before the couch fell backwards and sent them spiraling down and away from it. They rolled and stopped shy of the doorway leading into the main hall, where a cracked railing from the stairwell hung limp in several pieces. The carpet was scuffed and slightly askew, and the paintings lining the walls looked down upon them in their crooked states.
Amazingly, there was another hole, more like a DENT, in another wall, and it was partnered with another when the man who HAD the advantage lost it. He didn’t quite care, lifted off of his feet and dragged into another realm where lights spun and the wind chimed, and everything was so fucking bright he thought his heart would give out. He slumped and gave in, dropping his head against the wall and making another hole.
The man, who owned the house that tolerated this abuse, smiled and allowed them to rest a moment. The spots were fading, but he would see them again in a matter of moments.
Fifteen minutes later the bed upstairs broke in half, but they were grinning.
When it came to sex between Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne….almost anything goes.
Especially the walls.
Alfred sighed to himself, and located the number of a contractor…again.
Fandom: DC
Pairings: Bruce/Clark
Characters: Clark Kent/Superman, Bruce Wayne/Batman
Word Count: 371
Rating: PG. (suggestive themes)
Warnings: None
Synopsis: Written for the ShuffleFic Challenge A. Challenge credit goes to mithen
....I needed a writer's boost.
Almost anything goes:
The gloves came off.
The boots shoved to the side.
There was a struggle and the sound of something breaking in the fog that was their minds. Strengths clashed against one another, suits embracing, feet digging into the well worn floor that had been witness to this bout many times. One would shove, the other would shove harder…and then all hell would break loose.
There was still the hole in the wall from the last time things had escalated, not to mention the vase that had never been replaced. Then there was the ceiling. God only knew how they managed to get up there was put a HOLE in IT, but it was there gaping down at the struggle that had caused its existence.
The floor moaned, but let up its protest when the couch got the better of it. Bodies collided and fell, limbs tangled and fighting for the upper hand. Someone prevailed, laughter echoing off the walls before the couch fell backwards and sent them spiraling down and away from it. They rolled and stopped shy of the doorway leading into the main hall, where a cracked railing from the stairwell hung limp in several pieces. The carpet was scuffed and slightly askew, and the paintings lining the walls looked down upon them in their crooked states.
Amazingly, there was another hole, more like a DENT, in another wall, and it was partnered with another when the man who HAD the advantage lost it. He didn’t quite care, lifted off of his feet and dragged into another realm where lights spun and the wind chimed, and everything was so fucking bright he thought his heart would give out. He slumped and gave in, dropping his head against the wall and making another hole.
The man, who owned the house that tolerated this abuse, smiled and allowed them to rest a moment. The spots were fading, but he would see them again in a matter of moments.
Fifteen minutes later the bed upstairs broke in half, but they were grinning.
When it came to sex between Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne….almost anything goes.
Especially the walls.
Alfred sighed to himself, and located the number of a contractor…again.