Fic: Rainbow’s Freedom (The Jewel In The Crown Arc) (3/31)
Title: Rainbow’s Freedom (The Jewel In The Crown Arc) (3/31)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Hal/Steve, Clark//Bruce
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. The House Of Wayne travels off-world to the planet of Jovara on an important mission, and lovers Clark and Bruce learn more about their Master/slave dynamic through the eyes of this exotic culture. Meanwhile, Hal and Steve attempt to aid Diana and the Amazons to finally break free of their centuries-long enslavement on Paradise Island. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Drama, Slavefic
Challenge Category: Section E (Slavefic)
Rating: (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Hal and Steve obtain the last piece of the puzzle for Operation: Freedom. Meanwhile, Clark practices his pleasure slave techniques on Bruce in preparation for the mission.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): February 25, 2009
Date Of Posting: January 8, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 652
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Entered into the 2010 DCU Fic/Art Bondage Challenge.
Kohl shall be worn by all pleasure slaves even while Veiled.
Jovaran
Protocol Handbook
22-C.E.
III
HONEY ‘N’ KOHL
“We’ve got it.”
Hal held up a sparkling vial of honey-colored liquid.
Steve’s eyes sparkled to match. “We’re really going to do this?”
“We really are.”
Steve embraced Hal, holding him tightly. Hal smiled, rubbing the blond’s back.
When they parted, Steve took out a map. “We can rent a plane and get to these outlying islands, then use a canoe to travel to Paradise.” He rattled off latitude and longitude.
Hal watched fondly. When Steve became enthusiastic, he was a joy to watch.
He ignored the slight pang he felt at Steve’s eagerness to help his Princess. It was his own fault, keeping him at arms-length all these years.
Steve suddenly quieted. “Your last chance, Hal.”
“For what?” His heart pounded.
“To back out.” Sapphire eyes met velvet-brown. “If we’re caught…”
“I know the penalties.”
“It’d be the end of everything.”
“I know.” Hal placed the vial in a wooden rack. “You believe in the Amazons.” His smile was gentle. “I believe in you.”
Steve blinked away tears, then said, “Let’s go over the plan again.”
Hal nodded.
& & & & & &
Clark observed himself critically in the dressing table mirror. The kohl rimming his eyes accentuated their otherworldly blue.
“Stunning.”
Bruce laid a hand on Clark’s silk-clad shoulder.
Clark smiled. He stood up, sliding his robe off, golden bracelets banding his upper arms, thighs, and ankles.
Bruce’s eyes raked his slave’s nude form appreciatively. Clark’s eyes sparkled as he went to his knees, bowing his head and crossing his wrists behind his back, spreading his thighs as was proper.
Bruce combed his fingers through soft, dark hair.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured.
“You honor me, Master.” His voice was very soft. “Let me serve you.”
“Do so,” Bruce said imperiously.
Clark began nibbling at Bruce’s fingers, then rubbed his face against his Master’s legs.
Bruce shifted, Clark rising up to nuzzle his groin. With dexterous skill, he pulled his Master’s zipper down with his teeth, Bruce pushing down his pants and throwing them off to a corner of the room, kicking off his shoes and removing his socks.
Clark eased his body up against Bruce’s legs, nipping and licking at Bruce’s inner thighs, Bruce’s fingers clenching his slave’s hair as he groaned.
Clark’s teeth were busy and then his tongue went to work, up strong thighs and to a rapidly-burgeoning cock.
“Ah, Clark, that’s…”
“Mmm,” Clark purred. His tongue licked the underside of his Master’s penis, loving the taste and texture, applying his skills with grateful enthusiasm.
Bruce canted his hips, urging Clark to swallow him, Clark obeying with a gleam in his kohl-rimmed eyes.
Bruce looked down at those beautiful eyes, a thrill of lust going through his groin.
He groaned and lost himself in sheer lust, throwing his head back and losing himself in the moment, in Clark’s warm, wet mouth.
He thrust forward, Clark handling him expertly.
Oh, you’re going to be the star of the show on Jovara, my love.
The thought spurred him over the edge, coming hard down Clark’s throat. He fell back against the bed, Clark pushing between his legs, resting his head on one thigh.
“You enjoyed that, Master?”
Bruce laughed, the bed shaking.
“Come up here, you.”
Clark grinned, licking his lips, climbing up on the bed to join his lover.
& & & & & &
Clark and Bruce weren’t the only ones making love. Steve and Hal were happily enjoying their own little session, energized by the prospect of a new and dangerous mission.
In the afterglow, Hal fell asleep, Steve fondly cradling him in his arms.
Now that they had the substitute drug from Dr. Allston, they could aid the Amazons in freeing themselves.
He would see Diana again.
He sighed happily as he too fell asleep.
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Hal/Steve, Clark//Bruce
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. The House Of Wayne travels off-world to the planet of Jovara on an important mission, and lovers Clark and Bruce learn more about their Master/slave dynamic through the eyes of this exotic culture. Meanwhile, Hal and Steve attempt to aid Diana and the Amazons to finally break free of their centuries-long enslavement on Paradise Island. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Drama, Slavefic
Challenge Category: Section E (Slavefic)
Rating: (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Hal and Steve obtain the last piece of the puzzle for Operation: Freedom. Meanwhile, Clark practices his pleasure slave techniques on Bruce in preparation for the mission.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): February 25, 2009
Date Of Posting: January 8, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 652
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Entered into the 2010 DCU Fic/Art Bondage Challenge.
Kohl shall be worn by all pleasure slaves even while Veiled.
Jovaran
Protocol Handbook
22-C.E.
III
HONEY ‘N’ KOHL
“We’ve got it.”
Hal held up a sparkling vial of honey-colored liquid.
Steve’s eyes sparkled to match. “We’re really going to do this?”
“We really are.”
Steve embraced Hal, holding him tightly. Hal smiled, rubbing the blond’s back.
When they parted, Steve took out a map. “We can rent a plane and get to these outlying islands, then use a canoe to travel to Paradise.” He rattled off latitude and longitude.
Hal watched fondly. When Steve became enthusiastic, he was a joy to watch.
He ignored the slight pang he felt at Steve’s eagerness to help his Princess. It was his own fault, keeping him at arms-length all these years.
Steve suddenly quieted. “Your last chance, Hal.”
“For what?” His heart pounded.
“To back out.” Sapphire eyes met velvet-brown. “If we’re caught…”
“I know the penalties.”
“It’d be the end of everything.”
“I know.” Hal placed the vial in a wooden rack. “You believe in the Amazons.” His smile was gentle. “I believe in you.”
Steve blinked away tears, then said, “Let’s go over the plan again.”
Hal nodded.
& & & & & &
Clark observed himself critically in the dressing table mirror. The kohl rimming his eyes accentuated their otherworldly blue.
“Stunning.”
Bruce laid a hand on Clark’s silk-clad shoulder.
Clark smiled. He stood up, sliding his robe off, golden bracelets banding his upper arms, thighs, and ankles.
Bruce’s eyes raked his slave’s nude form appreciatively. Clark’s eyes sparkled as he went to his knees, bowing his head and crossing his wrists behind his back, spreading his thighs as was proper.
Bruce combed his fingers through soft, dark hair.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured.
“You honor me, Master.” His voice was very soft. “Let me serve you.”
“Do so,” Bruce said imperiously.
Clark began nibbling at Bruce’s fingers, then rubbed his face against his Master’s legs.
Bruce shifted, Clark rising up to nuzzle his groin. With dexterous skill, he pulled his Master’s zipper down with his teeth, Bruce pushing down his pants and throwing them off to a corner of the room, kicking off his shoes and removing his socks.
Clark eased his body up against Bruce’s legs, nipping and licking at Bruce’s inner thighs, Bruce’s fingers clenching his slave’s hair as he groaned.
Clark’s teeth were busy and then his tongue went to work, up strong thighs and to a rapidly-burgeoning cock.
“Ah, Clark, that’s…”
“Mmm,” Clark purred. His tongue licked the underside of his Master’s penis, loving the taste and texture, applying his skills with grateful enthusiasm.
Bruce canted his hips, urging Clark to swallow him, Clark obeying with a gleam in his kohl-rimmed eyes.
Bruce looked down at those beautiful eyes, a thrill of lust going through his groin.
He groaned and lost himself in sheer lust, throwing his head back and losing himself in the moment, in Clark’s warm, wet mouth.
He thrust forward, Clark handling him expertly.
Oh, you’re going to be the star of the show on Jovara, my love.
The thought spurred him over the edge, coming hard down Clark’s throat. He fell back against the bed, Clark pushing between his legs, resting his head on one thigh.
“You enjoyed that, Master?”
Bruce laughed, the bed shaking.
“Come up here, you.”
Clark grinned, licking his lips, climbing up on the bed to join his lover.
& & & & & &
Clark and Bruce weren’t the only ones making love. Steve and Hal were happily enjoying their own little session, energized by the prospect of a new and dangerous mission.
In the afterglow, Hal fell asleep, Steve fondly cradling him in his arms.
Now that they had the substitute drug from Dr. Allston, they could aid the Amazons in freeing themselves.
He would see Diana again.
He sighed happily as he too fell asleep.