FIC: Revenge!
Title: Revenge!
Pairing/Characters: Kal/Bruce
Notes: A sequel to Abducted!
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Bondage, some BDSM roleplay
Summary: Bruce Wayne gets his awful, awful revenge on the alien who kidnapped him for experimentation...
Word Count: 2100
Bruce Wayne stirred into wakefulness as dancing, flickering light played across his face: dark blue and pale aquamarine curtains glimmering. The aurora borealis, filtering into the "experiment room" he had been held captive in through the crystal walls and roof. He was lying on something warm, moving slightly--he came fully awake to realize he was curled up against Clark's chest, his arm flung over the man's severe Kryptonian clothing.
Bruce's body ached with the aftereffects of almost too much pleasure as he moved cautiously to sit up. The room was surprisingly warm; he felt no discomfort despite being entirely unclothed. The glimmering light died down for a moment, then flared up again in striations of golden rose that lit up Kal's sleeping figure like witchfire. Bruce studied his lover's face in the Arctic silence. Asleep, the stern mouth was relaxed and almost gentle. His arms and legs were flung out wide, and overall he looked like a person who would be more at home in fuzzy flannel pajamas than in alien robes.
Time passed and the shimmering curtains of light waxed and waned as Bruce watched Kal sleep.
Eventually, Kal's eyes slid open, his face wary. He always awoke alert and cautious at first, the natural reaction of a man who has woken up too often in prisons or fetters; Bruce would never admit out loud that he enjoyed watching his expression go from guarded to open and happy. "Mmm," Clark said, smiling at Bruce.
Bruce reached out and tapped him on the nose, lightly. "I see my cruel captor has seen fit to awake," he murmured. "If only I had found some suitable weapon in this cell I could have slain you and made good my escape. But as it is--" He stretched luxuriously, "--I am unarmed and helpless and thus have no recourse at all."
Kal floated to his feet, deliberately uncanny, his face gone remote. He touched a blue crystal on the wall and the lights came on, brightening the room into cold brilliant again. "Is the subject prepared for further testing?"
Bruce crossed his arms and glared up at his hovering tormentor. "And if I'm not?"
Kal touched a yellow crystal and four shackles on the wall clicked open. "Then I shall be forced to restrain you."
"Those glass shackles aren't strong enough to hold me," Bruce said contemptuously.
"On the contrary," Kal noted, "Those shackles are strong enough to restrain even a Kryptonian."
"I don't believe you," Bruce sneered.
A ghost of a smile twitched at the corners of Kal's mouth for a moment, then was smoothed away. "I assure you it is true. Observe." He stepped forward and put his back to the wall, placing his wrists and ankles into the shackles; they closed immediately. "See?" Kal wrenched at the bonds with all his might. "They are impervious to any level of strength."
Bruce nodded thoughtfully, his eyebrows raised. "Impressive."
"Thank you. Now, if subject would press the yellow crystal again and free me, experimentation will commence."
Bruce bent down and scooped the abandoned black over-robe from the floor and settled it on his shoulders. "I think not."
Kal looked shocked. "You have tricked me!"
Bruce couldn't help smirking. "It wasn't exactly difficult," he pointed out.
"Human beings are a devious lot," Kal observed mournfully.
"Yes, well, you can make a note of it in your records if I ever decide to free you."
"If?" Kal struggled vainly against his bonds. "I disapprove strongly of the turn this conversation is taking."
Bruce touched the blue crystal on the wall and the room was plunged back into darkness broken only by the flickering aurora lights. "I prefer to work in the dark," he said.
Gold and green chased each other across Kal's face. "No amount of torture shall make me reveal the secrets of Kryptonian culture to you!"
Bruce rested his hands on Kal's hips and chuckled. "I have no intention of torturing you."
The eldritch lights dancing on Kal's face gave his features an eerie cast. He squirmed in his bonds. "There can be no other purpose to holding me here against my will."
Bruce let his thumbs trail across Kal's hip bones, sharp and clear under the Kryptonian cloth. "Is it true Kryptonians don't have sex?"
Kal looked haughty. "Kryptonians do not rut. We are beings of science, and fornication is beneath us."
"You seemed to be enjoying what you were doing to me last night, when you sucked me off."
A flicker of chagrin. "That was for the purpose of experimentation. My pleasure was entirely abstract and intellectual."
"Ah. So you've never been aroused in your life."
"If by 'aroused' you mean that engorgement of your genitals you displayed, then no. Of course not."
"Well," Bruce said, letting his hands trail lower, "For the purposes of scientific understanding, I think you should experience it." He let his hands caress the cloth at Kal's groin, slightly surprised to discover Kal was indeed not erect yet. He looked up in time to catch a brief laughing glance in his lover's eye before it returned to impassivity. Bruce smiled to himself. So, he was going to make it difficult.
All the sweeter later.
Still lightly pressing a hand against the cloth, he murmured, "For your records, when human males are aroused, blood flows from their extremities to--" A slight squeeze, "--this area. This organ becomes, as you so charmingly put it, 'engorged,' which signals our readiness to engage in sexual activity."
"It all sounds so crude," Kal breathed.
"Crude, but extremely pleasurable." He slipped his hands lower, cupping and cradling. "These will draw up closer to the human male's body as he becomes aroused."
"This is all so...interesting," Kal said. He cleared his throat. "But I still have no idea what you're talking about. I suppose the sensations are stronger when it's actual skin on skin, without all this...hindering cloth in the way?"
"Oh yes," Bruce said. "But since you're chained to the wall, it's difficult to get your clothes off." He strolled over to the rack of instruments and removed one. When he pressed the button in the handle, a bright blade sprang forth.
"That blade will have no effect on Kryptonian skin," Kal pointed out.
"I was counting on it," Bruce said. Putting the blade to Kal's shoulder and drawing it downward slowly, he steadily cut the robes off of the bound man. "Mmm," he murmured appreciatively as more and more of Kal's skin was revealed. "You're gorgeous. I'm going to have a great deal of fun teaching you the pleasures of the flesh."
Kal twisted as if the blade running down his skin was a feather-touch. "Physical pleasure is an illusion and a snare." He paused. "And yet this researcher is forced to admit that your gaze upon me is...not entirely unappealing."
"You like when I look at you?" Bruce ghosted a hand down Kal's body from his armpit to his hip, barely touching skin, and Kal took a long, shaky breath. "You are truly a pleasure to look at."
"Pleasure," Kal whispered. "I feel...I feel I would like you to touch me more."
Bruce made a satisfied purring sound in his throat, feeling his own arousal lifting within him. Kal's eyelids were lowering, the hazy delight of being restrained and bound starting to grip him. Bruce stared at the bare body in the shifting light, rose and blue lights brushing across it. This arousal--the delight in control, the pleasure of channeling and directing another person's bliss--it was a luxury for him, when his costumed persona so often controlled people only through pain. Only Kal, he thought confusedly, savoring the moment, only Kal would be strong enough to give him this gift, the gift of trusting him to give joy.
He trailed a hand slowly down Kal's chest and then lower, to soft skin that stirred and hardened under his touch. Kal gasped. "What--what are you doing to me? What is happening?"
"That's arousal, my handsome researcher," Bruce said.
Kal groaned, a sound that started off almost despairing and sharpened at the end to pure hedonism. "It's so--so--"
"Shouldn't you be taking notes?" Bruce asked, stroking. "Measuring your engorgement level, your pulse rate?"
Kal muttered something very rude in Kryptonian. "Both are quite satisfactory," he said. "Quite."
Bruce tightened his grip. With his other hand, he cupped Kal's balls gently, then slid his fingers back more until he felt them brushing against puckered flesh that tightened at his questing touch. Kal shuddered. "That's not--"
"You see," Bruce said, keeping his voice clinical with some effort, "Human males have an organ that can be internally stimulated. It makes orgasm much more intense."
Kal squirmed slightly. "This 'orgasm' you speak of," he said. "It sounds unpleasantly intense already."
"Oh, far from unpleasant," Bruce murmured.
"I do not think I want to experience it," Kal panted, even as he twisted against Bruce's hands. "And I most certainly do not want to experience having fingers put inside me to stimulate some organ. It sounds horrid."
Bruce chuckled. "Luckily you have nothing here that could be used as a lubricant," he noted, his fingers still teasing. "I wouldn't want to stimulate anything inside you without being properly lubricated."
"Uhhn," Kal stammered. "There's a lubricant dispenser in the handle of the third implement on the left in the rack," he groaned as if he couldn't help himself. "Don't you dare!" he added angrily as Bruce went over to the rack.
"Oh, my dear sweet innocent scientist." Bruce returned, putting one slick hand around Kal's cock. "You're just begging to be debauched."
"I am not," Kal whined, shoving his hips against Bruce's hand. "I most certainly am not begging to have your nasty, depraved fingers inside me." He gasped as Bruce slid his fingers into velvety heat that clenched at him eagerly. "Oh Rao," he groaned.
He was close, Bruce could feel it in every tensed muscle in his body. "I do believe my researcher is about to discover first-hand what an orgasm is," he teased.
He crooked his fingers and pushed hard, and Kal cried out. "Oh, Bruce, yes, just like that, just like that, oh God, yes--" And as he jolted in the bonds, racked by climax, Bruce felt a rush of delighted joy at knowing he had shaken Kal out of the game and into honest, demanding need. He pushed Clark into bliss and beyond and felt the power to give pleasure running through him, more sweet than any physical climax.
Kal hung in his bonds, his satiated face lit by the aurora in tints of rose and aqua. He took a long breath. "This researcher--"
The Fortress alarms went off at a level that indicated some major catastrophe.
The lights all came on in a blaze of cold fluorescence and Kal twisted in his bonds, his face all business, the muscles and tendons in his arms straining uselessly against the shackles. "Damn! Bruce--"
Bruce had the bonds released before Kal could finish the sentence, and Superman was standing there before the next round of klaxons, folded black silk and leather in his arms.
Bruce was pulling on the spare costume when they heard Flash's voice in the main hall, tinny and filtered. "Supes? Big guy?"
"Here," said Superman, moving to stand in front of the monitor. Batman followed, still barefoot, pulling on the cowl.
"We're all needed in Coast City. Sinestro, and he's brought allies. Any idea where Batman is? I couldn't raise him on his communicator."
Superman glanced over to where Batman was pulling on his boots. "He's right here," he said as Batman stepped in front of the monitor in turn.
"Whenever you're ready," the Dark Knight said tersely.
Wally blinked, then clearly decided not to ask any questions. "Teleport incoming," he said.
In the moment before the teleporter pulled them away, Bruce had time to fully realize what he had just seen. Clark had been unable to get out of those shackles on his own. He had no failsafe at all.
He had trusted Bruce that much.
Bruce shook his head, feeling something like appalled joy ringing through him. No one was worthy of that much trust. No one.
But he was glad that of all the people in the world Clark could unwisely trust so deeply, he was the one Clark had chosen.
Pairing/Characters: Kal/Bruce
Notes: A sequel to Abducted!
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Bondage, some BDSM roleplay
Summary: Bruce Wayne gets his awful, awful revenge on the alien who kidnapped him for experimentation...
Word Count: 2100
Bruce Wayne stirred into wakefulness as dancing, flickering light played across his face: dark blue and pale aquamarine curtains glimmering. The aurora borealis, filtering into the "experiment room" he had been held captive in through the crystal walls and roof. He was lying on something warm, moving slightly--he came fully awake to realize he was curled up against Clark's chest, his arm flung over the man's severe Kryptonian clothing.
Bruce's body ached with the aftereffects of almost too much pleasure as he moved cautiously to sit up. The room was surprisingly warm; he felt no discomfort despite being entirely unclothed. The glimmering light died down for a moment, then flared up again in striations of golden rose that lit up Kal's sleeping figure like witchfire. Bruce studied his lover's face in the Arctic silence. Asleep, the stern mouth was relaxed and almost gentle. His arms and legs were flung out wide, and overall he looked like a person who would be more at home in fuzzy flannel pajamas than in alien robes.
Time passed and the shimmering curtains of light waxed and waned as Bruce watched Kal sleep.
Eventually, Kal's eyes slid open, his face wary. He always awoke alert and cautious at first, the natural reaction of a man who has woken up too often in prisons or fetters; Bruce would never admit out loud that he enjoyed watching his expression go from guarded to open and happy. "Mmm," Clark said, smiling at Bruce.
Bruce reached out and tapped him on the nose, lightly. "I see my cruel captor has seen fit to awake," he murmured. "If only I had found some suitable weapon in this cell I could have slain you and made good my escape. But as it is--" He stretched luxuriously, "--I am unarmed and helpless and thus have no recourse at all."
Kal floated to his feet, deliberately uncanny, his face gone remote. He touched a blue crystal on the wall and the lights came on, brightening the room into cold brilliant again. "Is the subject prepared for further testing?"
Bruce crossed his arms and glared up at his hovering tormentor. "And if I'm not?"
Kal touched a yellow crystal and four shackles on the wall clicked open. "Then I shall be forced to restrain you."
"Those glass shackles aren't strong enough to hold me," Bruce said contemptuously.
"On the contrary," Kal noted, "Those shackles are strong enough to restrain even a Kryptonian."
"I don't believe you," Bruce sneered.
A ghost of a smile twitched at the corners of Kal's mouth for a moment, then was smoothed away. "I assure you it is true. Observe." He stepped forward and put his back to the wall, placing his wrists and ankles into the shackles; they closed immediately. "See?" Kal wrenched at the bonds with all his might. "They are impervious to any level of strength."
Bruce nodded thoughtfully, his eyebrows raised. "Impressive."
"Thank you. Now, if subject would press the yellow crystal again and free me, experimentation will commence."
Bruce bent down and scooped the abandoned black over-robe from the floor and settled it on his shoulders. "I think not."
Kal looked shocked. "You have tricked me!"
Bruce couldn't help smirking. "It wasn't exactly difficult," he pointed out.
"Human beings are a devious lot," Kal observed mournfully.
"Yes, well, you can make a note of it in your records if I ever decide to free you."
"If?" Kal struggled vainly against his bonds. "I disapprove strongly of the turn this conversation is taking."
Bruce touched the blue crystal on the wall and the room was plunged back into darkness broken only by the flickering aurora lights. "I prefer to work in the dark," he said.
Gold and green chased each other across Kal's face. "No amount of torture shall make me reveal the secrets of Kryptonian culture to you!"
Bruce rested his hands on Kal's hips and chuckled. "I have no intention of torturing you."
The eldritch lights dancing on Kal's face gave his features an eerie cast. He squirmed in his bonds. "There can be no other purpose to holding me here against my will."
Bruce let his thumbs trail across Kal's hip bones, sharp and clear under the Kryptonian cloth. "Is it true Kryptonians don't have sex?"
Kal looked haughty. "Kryptonians do not rut. We are beings of science, and fornication is beneath us."
"You seemed to be enjoying what you were doing to me last night, when you sucked me off."
A flicker of chagrin. "That was for the purpose of experimentation. My pleasure was entirely abstract and intellectual."
"Ah. So you've never been aroused in your life."
"If by 'aroused' you mean that engorgement of your genitals you displayed, then no. Of course not."
"Well," Bruce said, letting his hands trail lower, "For the purposes of scientific understanding, I think you should experience it." He let his hands caress the cloth at Kal's groin, slightly surprised to discover Kal was indeed not erect yet. He looked up in time to catch a brief laughing glance in his lover's eye before it returned to impassivity. Bruce smiled to himself. So, he was going to make it difficult.
All the sweeter later.
Still lightly pressing a hand against the cloth, he murmured, "For your records, when human males are aroused, blood flows from their extremities to--" A slight squeeze, "--this area. This organ becomes, as you so charmingly put it, 'engorged,' which signals our readiness to engage in sexual activity."
"It all sounds so crude," Kal breathed.
"Crude, but extremely pleasurable." He slipped his hands lower, cupping and cradling. "These will draw up closer to the human male's body as he becomes aroused."
"This is all so...interesting," Kal said. He cleared his throat. "But I still have no idea what you're talking about. I suppose the sensations are stronger when it's actual skin on skin, without all this...hindering cloth in the way?"
"Oh yes," Bruce said. "But since you're chained to the wall, it's difficult to get your clothes off." He strolled over to the rack of instruments and removed one. When he pressed the button in the handle, a bright blade sprang forth.
"That blade will have no effect on Kryptonian skin," Kal pointed out.
"I was counting on it," Bruce said. Putting the blade to Kal's shoulder and drawing it downward slowly, he steadily cut the robes off of the bound man. "Mmm," he murmured appreciatively as more and more of Kal's skin was revealed. "You're gorgeous. I'm going to have a great deal of fun teaching you the pleasures of the flesh."
Kal twisted as if the blade running down his skin was a feather-touch. "Physical pleasure is an illusion and a snare." He paused. "And yet this researcher is forced to admit that your gaze upon me is...not entirely unappealing."
"You like when I look at you?" Bruce ghosted a hand down Kal's body from his armpit to his hip, barely touching skin, and Kal took a long, shaky breath. "You are truly a pleasure to look at."
"Pleasure," Kal whispered. "I feel...I feel I would like you to touch me more."
Bruce made a satisfied purring sound in his throat, feeling his own arousal lifting within him. Kal's eyelids were lowering, the hazy delight of being restrained and bound starting to grip him. Bruce stared at the bare body in the shifting light, rose and blue lights brushing across it. This arousal--the delight in control, the pleasure of channeling and directing another person's bliss--it was a luxury for him, when his costumed persona so often controlled people only through pain. Only Kal, he thought confusedly, savoring the moment, only Kal would be strong enough to give him this gift, the gift of trusting him to give joy.
He trailed a hand slowly down Kal's chest and then lower, to soft skin that stirred and hardened under his touch. Kal gasped. "What--what are you doing to me? What is happening?"
"That's arousal, my handsome researcher," Bruce said.
Kal groaned, a sound that started off almost despairing and sharpened at the end to pure hedonism. "It's so--so--"
"Shouldn't you be taking notes?" Bruce asked, stroking. "Measuring your engorgement level, your pulse rate?"
Kal muttered something very rude in Kryptonian. "Both are quite satisfactory," he said. "Quite."
Bruce tightened his grip. With his other hand, he cupped Kal's balls gently, then slid his fingers back more until he felt them brushing against puckered flesh that tightened at his questing touch. Kal shuddered. "That's not--"
"You see," Bruce said, keeping his voice clinical with some effort, "Human males have an organ that can be internally stimulated. It makes orgasm much more intense."
Kal squirmed slightly. "This 'orgasm' you speak of," he said. "It sounds unpleasantly intense already."
"Oh, far from unpleasant," Bruce murmured.
"I do not think I want to experience it," Kal panted, even as he twisted against Bruce's hands. "And I most certainly do not want to experience having fingers put inside me to stimulate some organ. It sounds horrid."
Bruce chuckled. "Luckily you have nothing here that could be used as a lubricant," he noted, his fingers still teasing. "I wouldn't want to stimulate anything inside you without being properly lubricated."
"Uhhn," Kal stammered. "There's a lubricant dispenser in the handle of the third implement on the left in the rack," he groaned as if he couldn't help himself. "Don't you dare!" he added angrily as Bruce went over to the rack.
"Oh, my dear sweet innocent scientist." Bruce returned, putting one slick hand around Kal's cock. "You're just begging to be debauched."
"I am not," Kal whined, shoving his hips against Bruce's hand. "I most certainly am not begging to have your nasty, depraved fingers inside me." He gasped as Bruce slid his fingers into velvety heat that clenched at him eagerly. "Oh Rao," he groaned.
He was close, Bruce could feel it in every tensed muscle in his body. "I do believe my researcher is about to discover first-hand what an orgasm is," he teased.
He crooked his fingers and pushed hard, and Kal cried out. "Oh, Bruce, yes, just like that, just like that, oh God, yes--" And as he jolted in the bonds, racked by climax, Bruce felt a rush of delighted joy at knowing he had shaken Kal out of the game and into honest, demanding need. He pushed Clark into bliss and beyond and felt the power to give pleasure running through him, more sweet than any physical climax.
Kal hung in his bonds, his satiated face lit by the aurora in tints of rose and aqua. He took a long breath. "This researcher--"
The Fortress alarms went off at a level that indicated some major catastrophe.
The lights all came on in a blaze of cold fluorescence and Kal twisted in his bonds, his face all business, the muscles and tendons in his arms straining uselessly against the shackles. "Damn! Bruce--"
Bruce had the bonds released before Kal could finish the sentence, and Superman was standing there before the next round of klaxons, folded black silk and leather in his arms.
Bruce was pulling on the spare costume when they heard Flash's voice in the main hall, tinny and filtered. "Supes? Big guy?"
"Here," said Superman, moving to stand in front of the monitor. Batman followed, still barefoot, pulling on the cowl.
"We're all needed in Coast City. Sinestro, and he's brought allies. Any idea where Batman is? I couldn't raise him on his communicator."
Superman glanced over to where Batman was pulling on his boots. "He's right here," he said as Batman stepped in front of the monitor in turn.
"Whenever you're ready," the Dark Knight said tersely.
Wally blinked, then clearly decided not to ask any questions. "Teleport incoming," he said.
In the moment before the teleporter pulled them away, Bruce had time to fully realize what he had just seen. Clark had been unable to get out of those shackles on his own. He had no failsafe at all.
He had trusted Bruce that much.
Bruce shook his head, feeling something like appalled joy ringing through him. No one was worthy of that much trust. No one.
But he was glad that of all the people in the world Clark could unwisely trust so deeply, he was the one Clark had chosen.