Round Three Prompt Post
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Welcome to 'Round Three' of The Dark Knight Rises Kink Meme.
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Welcome to 'Round Three' of The Dark Knight Rises Kink Meme.
This round will close when it reaches four thousand comments and after two weeks, another prompt post will open.
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barsad is robin's consort and knight. when they are informed that robin is to be married, they have their last night of passion. barsad swears fealty to robin. both understanding that never again are they to share their bodies.
once they arrive at banes kingdom, expecting a mindless and cruel monster, they are instead met with a hard, intelligent and fair man, whose face and body is scarred. not grotesquely, but he 's a warrior king so scars are expected. the mask he is known for is only worn when he's on a campaign or off to battle.
upon the prince's arrival and that of his retinue they are immediately married. though they end up sharing a chamber, bane does not force himself on robin, instead spends some time getting to know his new husband. barsad is standing guard outside, his heart breaking.
bane and robin slowly start to build a friendship, maybe some kisses, hand jobs and the like. he's noticed how barsad eyes follow robin and at times robins eyes look back. one night bane asks barsad to come into their chamber and wait with him for robin. robin comes in, surprised to see his ex lover and husband together. bane asks them if they were lovers. robin answers honestly, but swears to never having betraying bane.
bane does not doubt him nor does he question robin's fidelity. he instead asks barsad to leave them for a moment. bane and robin discuss inviting barsad to their marriage bed, but first they will consummate their marriage. they do, it's sweat, graphic, sexy, hot, and a bunch of other adjectives. barsad is then invited to join them, which he does.
AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER!
***sorry long winded prompt is really long***
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...I am so clever. :p I would love to fill this, if you can stomach waiting for real and steady updates until post-robot!AU. ;D I heart your brain, seriously.
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oh my goodness, yes! *epic snoopy dance of joy* i'm obsessed with the a/e robot au
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As to the box, well, Barsad ain't telling. Also because the doodle is crap. ;D Meantime, perhaps another will be ambitious and snag this lovely prompt? So you don't have to wait eighty billion years...though, in that time, I shall return and place words at thy feet. You honor me, dude. :D
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"You're mine now," Robin said, astride him still. He breathed, Bane's seed held warm inside his form. "This belongs to me." His chest was sweaty. He was beautiful in Bane's eyes, all of him shining in the firelight. The base, tight hold of his body on Bane's softening member was a part of it, physical and real, but it was his eyes that arrested Bane. The heat there made Bane feel possessed, and, perhaps for the first time in his life, protected. It was an unusual feeling, and in that moment it was utterly necessary.
Bane put his hand on Robin's torso, watching his fingers span his skin and muscle. He felt the heat of him, the vitality of his heart, beating strong.
His Robin, so alive.
Bane was not a man of words, not for this. Bane was in awe, but he knew not how to tell his lover, his husband, how the simple touch of Bane's hand and its crooked finger against Robin's body could fell him from a height. Bane wasn't sure he'd stopped falling, with his Robin looking at him with his dark eyes from above, his lithe form so young and strong, and Bane's own large, scarred, the signs of the life he'd lived there for Robin to see.
Yet his Robin loved him, Bane knew not how, but he could see it. He only had to look, and be humbled.
"My Robin," he said, breath short and raspy in his chest, a tightness there. "Robin," he said again, quieter, on a breath. Bane drew his hand down, didn't have to go far, and he took Robin in hand, held him, the crook of his broken finger hidden as the rest curled around his perfect lover. "Make me yours."
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So.
Many.
Feeeeeeeeeeeeels!
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On the day before their wedding night--secret, as anything could have been, concealed and hidden from even those closest to them, something for the two alone--Robin had laughed when Barsad had asked which of them should wear kohl, putting his hands on his lover’s face, feeling the pleasant scratch of Barsad’s ever-present beard.
The light caught on it in the night, with the torchieres of Robin’s innermost chamber burning hot and bright. He’d touched Barsad like this thousands of times before, and yet, here with them kneeling on his bed and facing each other, his dark-rimmed eyes more hauntingly beautiful than anything Robin had ever seen...
He wanted to say so many things, small things but deep things at once, like I love you and you’re my everything, things Barsad knew, things that Barsad would say like it came so easily to him, like loving Robin was as breathing. Robin knew this, and Barsad knew this--their connection lay within their souls, and words weren’t needed, but on this night, Robin didn’t have words and he wanted to say them.
Barsad had put his hands on Robin’s shoulders, stared into the darker colors of his lover’s eyes, shining with the fires in them. His pale Robin was beautiful, strong as ever, the kohl emphasizing the vitality and passion that never ceased to humble and amaze Barsad in turn, that he should be graced with love from one such as this.
Barsad had felt the child, smuggling the pale silk robes from areas of the estate to which he was allowed but had no reason to be, his Robin giggling like a boy when Barsad had shown him his spoils. Robin did not laugh when Barsad, shy for perhaps the first time in his adult life, had met him in his bedchamber wearing the robes in traditional folds. Barsad had not worn clothing in the customs of his home country since he’d been a boy, and had been carried on the winds that had taken him to Gotham’s kingdom and into Robin’s orbit.
His Robin had gazed at him like he was meeting him at the first, and welcoming him home, to where he belonged, all at once. In an instant Barsad’s self-consciousness faded, not only because of Robin’s own appearance--Robin’s eyes held everything for him, and it wrapped about his heart like something soft and secure, as his Robin would say, something right.
The prince’s consort had no business marrying said prince, and the memory was one of Barsad’s most cherished as it represented a truth between the two of them that would never be broken. Even now, with his Robin in the arms of another, belonging to another and, Barsad trusted in time, loving another, Barsad ached. He accepted, and he went about his pain quietly as was his wont.
It did not hurt any less, knowing that his Robin and the Lord Regent Bane were joined in body and in custom, in the law of both Bane’s land and Robin’s. Gotham had not truly been home to Barsad--home was where his Robin was, and if that was now this darker place, with its severe beauty, at his Robin’s side but no longer in his heart, so be it.
Barsad knew Robin could come to love the Lord Regent, because love was Robin’s way. If another was worthy of it, they would receive that love and understand the gift they had been given without reserve. Bane was an honest man to a fault, and Barsad had looked into his eyes and felt him worthy, had felt something he’d not thought he’d need to hide--pain, even resentment, pushed down to the farthest reaches. Barsad was skilled at simply being. What was necessary was something he could be.
It still pained him, and always would, somewhere much lower than the place where he still held his Robin, tightly held in the inmost chambers of his heart, as he would ever be.
[AO3'ing this for freshness.]
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