Music of the Spheres: Kaleidoscope
Title: Kaleidoscope
Pairing: Clark/Bruce
Notes: "Music of the Spheres" is a series set in the combined universes of "Batman Begins" and "Superman Returns." Other stories and notes on the series here.
Rating: R
Summary: A Halloween costume party in Gotham leads to a night of shifting identities.
Word Count: 1300
Notes: Written quite a long time ago and ( Read more... )
Pairing: Clark/Bruce
Notes: "Music of the Spheres" is a series set in the combined universes of "Batman Begins" and "Superman Returns." Other stories and notes on the series here.
Rating: R
Summary: A Halloween costume party in Gotham leads to a night of shifting identities.
Word Count: 1300
Notes: Written quite a long time ago and ( Read more... )
Ahem, that being said.
"Yeah, like last year where I got the French Maid outfit? That was great."
"I found it fairly delightful," Bruce leered.
"I still suspect you of rigging the lottery so I got that costume," Clark grumbled.
Bruce's leer was touched with smugness. "I'll never tell."
Bwahahahah. He totally did. Oh, Bruce.
Bruce carried the box to a changing room. As he opened it, he caught a glint of buckles against black matte cloth, silk and kevlar.
Oh, damn.
Bwaaaaaaahahahahahahahahhahahahaha. *snerk* Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahah. *deep breath* ... Ahaha. Ha. Ahah.
"Outer space alien" was a disguise he felt he could actually pull off pretty well.
Yes, Clark. I'm sure you do. *fuzzes*
"Graggle hark harkk," he said--a mangled parody of Kryptonian that sounded "alien"--and she shrugged and wandered off.
This was definitely his favorite Halloween costume ever.
*giggle* Oh... I wanna fuzz him so much.
Batman, and yet--all wrong. Batman didn't bounce down the stairs like a schoolboy playing hooky, and he he didn't tilt his head like he found all this very amusing.
And Batman certainly didn't smile like that.
Oh, Bruce. It's like... It's like the costumery equivalent of Russian nesting dolls.
"I'm Batman!" the figure announced, throwing his arms out dramatically, and the crowd groaned.
"Bruce Wayne," Kate Wentworth said, her voice heavy with disapproval, "If you don't even bother to try and sound like him, you can't be surprised when everyone guesses it's you right away."
Well, it's Bruce Wayne. How could he possibly make a convincing Batman anyway? *cackle*
Bruce was trying to teach people something he was calling the "Batusi," to hysterical giggles from the crowd.
wefhlodrhilauwerjaskdfklasjdflasdyhrfiarfasdhfasdfpiouadtfg *SNORTGIGGLELAUGH* Do you know how much I would pay to watch this? Really? A verymuchlot.
Another person tapped on the shoulder. "Steve? Are you Steve Jones?"
< Leave me alone, > Clark said absent-mindedly, watching Bruce fuss and flounce with his cape. < Can't you see I'm busy? >
... I see what you did there, Clark. *fuzzes* I understand.
It had probably sounded alien enough to be convincing.
Yes, Clark. More than likely.
"You shouldn't be wandering around alone," grated a dark voice as an arm wrapped around him, pulling him close. "Someone might take advantage of you."
"I was hoping," he gasped, pushing back against his captor.
Mmmm, now that's the Bat.
Batman spun him around and pinned him against the oak, bark rasping his back. Clark raised his hands to remove the silver mask and dark-gloved hands captured them. "No. I like you in a mask." Batman's voice was a gray whisper, talons on stone. "My mysterious alien."
Aaaand, of course, the fic takes a total U-turn from bwahahahahahahahah to holy hot *fanfanfanfanself*.
"It's just a little blowjob, honey, no one will catch us," lilted Brucie's voice. The lips shifted to his left thigh, coaxing. "I want you here. Now," said Batman. "You're mine."
Mmmmmmmmmmcontrasts. Yes. Omnomnom.
Clark shuddered, his head falling back against the tree. "Ah, love," said Bruce at last, his voice warm and dear and familiar, breath brushing heated skin. "My alien, my hero, my reporter, my farm boy, my faerie prince. All mine."
Oh, nice throwback to the whole Tam-lin incident. *applaud* And continued *fanfanfanfanfanself*
Clark closed his eyes and felt the fragments and pieces of himself fall into new patterns, reshaped again by joy, a shifting kaleidoscope of delight.
*armflail* Oh, squeeeeeee^maxthrice. Just. Such.. Ah, love. This made my day and a half. Actually, probably more than a day and a half.
... Sweet, and now I have something additional to read in my what seems to be practically weekly MotS reread. *giggle*
*applaud* Bravo, bravo. And wow, this was probably the longest feedback I've written to anything in... like, ages. Well, if nothing deserves it...
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I know, I've missed MotS awfully! I still have three arcs I want to write, too! *fidgets*
Oh, Bruce. It's like... It's like the costumery equivalent of Russian nesting dolls.
I love this metaphor! And now I want a Batman nesting doll of my own, lol... It was insane amounts of fun to imagine how Bruce would alter his non-verbals to make himself look ludicrous in the suit--I'm sure he could be very convincingly silly. :) Adding the Batusi--OMG, what I wouldn't give to see Christian Bale in full regalia doing that!
The switch to smut kind of took me by surprise, but the roleplaying always seems to get the both of them going, somehow. And fit the feeling of the different layers...plus it was also just a lot of fun to write, I admit it. :)
I'm thrilled you liked it and tickled by your feedback! *grins* Thank you so much!
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