Fic: Rainbow’s Freedom (The Jewel In The Crown Arc) (19/31)
Title: Rainbow’s Freedom (The Jewel In The Crown Arc) (19/31)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce, Sarek, Xander, Prince Regnall Mirax, Sefran
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): PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: At a reception for the diplomats, Clark finds himself in the midst of the Kadoran plot.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): April 23, 2009
Date Of Posting: April 2, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1530
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Entered into the 2010 DCU Fic/Art Bondage Challenge.
"The art of diplomacy hides a Warrior’s heart."
Lord Hexor Agnall
Rigellian Diplomat
2250 C.E.
XIX
DIPLOMACY
Clark applied fresh kohl, then slipped his javea on, beads jingling. Bruce was putting on a heavy gold medallion with a symbol of the House of Wayne etched on it. He watched with admiration as Clark slipped more jewels onto his body, stretching out his leg as he pulled up the flexible jeweled circlet to his thigh.
“How’s that look, Master?” Clark flexed his leg.
“Oh, beautiful, my Prize.” Bruce licked his lips as he looked at the smooth flesh of his delectable lover. He ran a finger over the silken thigh.
Clark smiled saucily. Oh, he was good! Very skilled indeed.
“So, what’s next?” asked Bruce.
“Some more jewels…” Clark slipped bracelets onto his upper arms and wrists “…and the medallion you gave me.”
Bruce touched the star-shaped necklace. It also bore his family crest. “You’re so beautiful.”
Clark took his hand and kissed it, eyes shining with love.
The moment ended when Clark dropped Bruce’s hand. “I have to finish dressing.”
“That shouldn’t take long.”
Clark grinned. “True. I have the instructions here.” He picked up a piece of paper. “Hmm, less than I thought.”
Bruce smirked. “Sounds good to me.” His voice grew soft. “Are you okay with this?”
“Better now.”
“Good.” Bruce kissed Clark, putting all his love into it, and Clark hugged him.
& & & & & &
The reception was tonight’s banquo, a long buffet table set up along one wall. There was a mix of Jovaran delicacies with the cuisine of the delegates. Bruce was very proud of Alfred’s roast chicken, baked potato with sour cream and chives, and a fresh vegetable medley.
The delegates mingled, their slaves attending them. Bruce kept up a diplomatic patter while on alert for the Kadoran kidnapping attempt.
Clark was by his side, face Veiled, and wearing nothing but his jewelry and a pale yellow short skirt that gave him some modesty.
At least in front.
“You’ve got the best ass here,” Bruce whispered in his ear.
Clark smiled. He wiggled slightly, the jewels between his cheeks sparkling. Bruce winked as he slid a hand underneath the skirt, touching the jewels entwined around his slave’s cock. He had enjoyed putting the string of jewels carefully around that gorgeous manhood…
& & & & & &
“Decorate me, Master.”
Bruce laughed as he picked up the string of jewels, every color glittering. Clark was propped up on his elbows, stretched out on the bed. Bruce gently wound the string around Clark’s penis, and yellow, red, green, blue, and purple stars twinkled against golden flesh.
Clark’s flesh was warm, and the jewels were faceted and smooth.
He ran his hand down Clark’s inner thigh…
& & & & & &
“Master,” Clark said modestly.
Bruce pulled his hand away with a smirk.
Clark was a beautiful sight to behold, jeweled anklets and bracelets sparkling as he moved, several on his wrists, arms, and thighs.
If they could see his face they would never look away.
Clark filled a plate for him and Bruce sampled the food, feeding Clark as he talked to a Majorcan delegate.
An imposing figure approached the buffet. Bruce looked up and saw Sarek of Vulcan suddenly standing next to him. Bruce had seen Sarek at the conference but never had the opportunity to speak with him.
Vulcans fascinated Bruce. Their culture was shrouded in mystery, but one element was well-known: their savagery.
No one wanted a Vulcan on a Blood Hunt against them.
“Ambassador Sarek, a pleasure to meet you personally.”
The distinguished Vulcan looked impressive in the blood-red Jovaran robes. “Prince Wayne.”
Bruce knew that Sarek was a Prince of the Ruling House of T’Shaya. He would be King Imperiex someday, but T’Pau was still in good health. Considering the length of Vulcan lifespans, Sarek could be a few centuries old before he ruled.
“I was impressed by your presentation the other day.” Bruce carefully gave Sarek’s slave only a glance. Vulcans were ferociously possessive. “A presentation of much clarity.”
“Thank you.”
Bruce knew that Vulcans were not usually gracious, but one didn’t forge a stellar career in diplomacy without being, well, diplomatic.
“I was especially impressed with your application of the Salloyan Corollary.”
A glint of interest shone in Sarek’s eyes. “Very astute.”
Bruce fed Clark another piece of Majorcan kelpay, Clark appreciative as always.
Sarek and Bruce discussed economic theories, Bruce remembering how Vulcans revered logic, mathematics and science…the only things that kept them from killing each other.
Clark drifted to the corner, allowed to do so by Bruce.
“Ah! Hello.”
The familiar voice of Prince Mirax’s slave caught Clark’s attention. He smiled even though the other man couldn’t see it. He had met the Rigellian in the gardens a few days ago. Unable to exchange their real names, they gave each other names for conversational purposes.
“How are you, Xander?”
“Very well, thank you, Jack.” He offered Clark a delicacy.
“Thank you.” They had revealed their faces when no one had been around, and Clark remembered delicate cheekbones and alluring violet eyes. His companion’s hair was a shimmering deep-blue, streaked with gold.
“I see your Master is conversing with Prince Sarek.”
“Yes.” Clark shivered a little. “Vulcans are…imposing.”
Xander laughed. “You have an amusing way of putting it, Jack.” His voice lowered. “Prince Sarek was one of the fiercest Warriors of his people in his younger days, and he is still formidable.”
Clark sneaked a look at the ambassador. “They’re not members of Starfleet?”
Xander shook his head. “They do their warring on their planet. They could be the greatest soldiers of the Empire, but they consider themselves so superior, Starfleet is beneath them.”
Clark looked uneasily at Sarek. “They sound so dangerous.”
“They are.”
“So Vulcans don’t deign to serve in Starfleet?” Clark frowned. “But I thought that I read somewhere that he had a son who was serving.”
“He does, and rumor has it that they haven’t spoken in eighteen years.”
“And he’s…isn’t he supposed to be half-Human?”
“That’s what is whispered.” Xander edged closer, his jewels jangling. “They say that his father took a Human wife.”
“Wow.”
“I know.” Xander shifted his feet. “Some say it was by force, either physical or mental. Others say she was totally willing, but the Vulcans are not happy with the future ruler of their most powerful House marrying a Human.”
Clark saw that Bruce was enjoying his conversation with Sarek. His lover always sought out intellectual stimulation, even by war-like Vulcans with mathematical minds and daggers in their hearts.
“Ka-tare!”
Xander jumped. “Have to go,” he whispered. He hurried to re-join Mirax.
Clark was about to go back to Bruce’s side when he heard a whisper.
“The garden.”
He looked around, seeing the exotic fern in the corner shake slightly. He didn’t like the sound of this. There was a doorway in that area, and he sauntered over.
He saw the tail end of a robe disappear around the corner. Clark slipped out of the banquet hall, grateful that slaves could walk the Palace freely. He had a bit more freedom than on Earth. No one would accost him. It was considered the height of bad manners.
He could see a figure moving swiftly down the hall. The robes were dark-red as Dick had described. Excitement tingled through him. Could this be the Kadoran agent?
Clark was good at blending into the shadows. All slaves cultivated the skill in self-defense.
Admittedly, this scanty outfit wasn’t conducive to becoming part of the scenery, but he had no time to go back to his room and put on a jattra.
Luckily, even though the night was cool, he could withstand it. Slipping through the gardens, he trailed the red-clad figure with a stealth that would make Batman and Robin proud, covered by the music drifting out from the banquet hall.
“Here,” hissed a voice in the shadows.
Clark stopped, scared that someone had spotted him and guessed that he was a spy.
“Have you got it?”
“Yes.”
Relieved, Clark realized that the speaker was unaware of him. Instead he was talking to the man in red on the other side of a large hedge.
Clark crept close, but dared not continue. He held down as many beads as he could, but was afraid they would give him away.
Thank god for the music.
“We have to move tonight.”
“All right.”
Clark strained to see the other speaker from his hiding place behind the hedge, but the night was a dark one, the Jovaran moon hidden behind clouds.
“Is the ship waiting?”
“Yes.”
“I can't wait to use those new techniques on our beloved Prince to get the information.”
“I agree.”
Clark began to slip away. He had to get Bruce and Dick!
“This way, m’lord. The Earth roses are in full bloom in this part of the garden.”
Clark froze as Mirax appeared, Sefran leading him down the garden path, followed by Xander.
“Ah, that is good. Such a beautiful flower, a queen among the exotics.”
Adrenaline rushed through Clark as all hell broke loose.
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce, Sarek, Xander, Prince Regnall Mirax, Sefran
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): PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: At a reception for the diplomats, Clark finds himself in the midst of the Kadoran plot.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): April 23, 2009
Date Of Posting: April 2, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1530
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Entered into the 2010 DCU Fic/Art Bondage Challenge.
"The art of diplomacy hides a Warrior’s heart."
Lord Hexor Agnall
Rigellian Diplomat
2250 C.E.
XIX
DIPLOMACY
Clark applied fresh kohl, then slipped his javea on, beads jingling. Bruce was putting on a heavy gold medallion with a symbol of the House of Wayne etched on it. He watched with admiration as Clark slipped more jewels onto his body, stretching out his leg as he pulled up the flexible jeweled circlet to his thigh.
“How’s that look, Master?” Clark flexed his leg.
“Oh, beautiful, my Prize.” Bruce licked his lips as he looked at the smooth flesh of his delectable lover. He ran a finger over the silken thigh.
Clark smiled saucily. Oh, he was good! Very skilled indeed.
“So, what’s next?” asked Bruce.
“Some more jewels…” Clark slipped bracelets onto his upper arms and wrists “…and the medallion you gave me.”
Bruce touched the star-shaped necklace. It also bore his family crest. “You’re so beautiful.”
Clark took his hand and kissed it, eyes shining with love.
The moment ended when Clark dropped Bruce’s hand. “I have to finish dressing.”
“That shouldn’t take long.”
Clark grinned. “True. I have the instructions here.” He picked up a piece of paper. “Hmm, less than I thought.”
Bruce smirked. “Sounds good to me.” His voice grew soft. “Are you okay with this?”
“Better now.”
“Good.” Bruce kissed Clark, putting all his love into it, and Clark hugged him.
& & & & & &
The reception was tonight’s banquo, a long buffet table set up along one wall. There was a mix of Jovaran delicacies with the cuisine of the delegates. Bruce was very proud of Alfred’s roast chicken, baked potato with sour cream and chives, and a fresh vegetable medley.
The delegates mingled, their slaves attending them. Bruce kept up a diplomatic patter while on alert for the Kadoran kidnapping attempt.
Clark was by his side, face Veiled, and wearing nothing but his jewelry and a pale yellow short skirt that gave him some modesty.
At least in front.
“You’ve got the best ass here,” Bruce whispered in his ear.
Clark smiled. He wiggled slightly, the jewels between his cheeks sparkling. Bruce winked as he slid a hand underneath the skirt, touching the jewels entwined around his slave’s cock. He had enjoyed putting the string of jewels carefully around that gorgeous manhood…
& & & & & &
“Decorate me, Master.”
Bruce laughed as he picked up the string of jewels, every color glittering. Clark was propped up on his elbows, stretched out on the bed. Bruce gently wound the string around Clark’s penis, and yellow, red, green, blue, and purple stars twinkled against golden flesh.
Clark’s flesh was warm, and the jewels were faceted and smooth.
He ran his hand down Clark’s inner thigh…
& & & & & &
“Master,” Clark said modestly.
Bruce pulled his hand away with a smirk.
Clark was a beautiful sight to behold, jeweled anklets and bracelets sparkling as he moved, several on his wrists, arms, and thighs.
If they could see his face they would never look away.
Clark filled a plate for him and Bruce sampled the food, feeding Clark as he talked to a Majorcan delegate.
An imposing figure approached the buffet. Bruce looked up and saw Sarek of Vulcan suddenly standing next to him. Bruce had seen Sarek at the conference but never had the opportunity to speak with him.
Vulcans fascinated Bruce. Their culture was shrouded in mystery, but one element was well-known: their savagery.
No one wanted a Vulcan on a Blood Hunt against them.
“Ambassador Sarek, a pleasure to meet you personally.”
The distinguished Vulcan looked impressive in the blood-red Jovaran robes. “Prince Wayne.”
Bruce knew that Sarek was a Prince of the Ruling House of T’Shaya. He would be King Imperiex someday, but T’Pau was still in good health. Considering the length of Vulcan lifespans, Sarek could be a few centuries old before he ruled.
“I was impressed by your presentation the other day.” Bruce carefully gave Sarek’s slave only a glance. Vulcans were ferociously possessive. “A presentation of much clarity.”
“Thank you.”
Bruce knew that Vulcans were not usually gracious, but one didn’t forge a stellar career in diplomacy without being, well, diplomatic.
“I was especially impressed with your application of the Salloyan Corollary.”
A glint of interest shone in Sarek’s eyes. “Very astute.”
Bruce fed Clark another piece of Majorcan kelpay, Clark appreciative as always.
Sarek and Bruce discussed economic theories, Bruce remembering how Vulcans revered logic, mathematics and science…the only things that kept them from killing each other.
Clark drifted to the corner, allowed to do so by Bruce.
“Ah! Hello.”
The familiar voice of Prince Mirax’s slave caught Clark’s attention. He smiled even though the other man couldn’t see it. He had met the Rigellian in the gardens a few days ago. Unable to exchange their real names, they gave each other names for conversational purposes.
“How are you, Xander?”
“Very well, thank you, Jack.” He offered Clark a delicacy.
“Thank you.” They had revealed their faces when no one had been around, and Clark remembered delicate cheekbones and alluring violet eyes. His companion’s hair was a shimmering deep-blue, streaked with gold.
“I see your Master is conversing with Prince Sarek.”
“Yes.” Clark shivered a little. “Vulcans are…imposing.”
Xander laughed. “You have an amusing way of putting it, Jack.” His voice lowered. “Prince Sarek was one of the fiercest Warriors of his people in his younger days, and he is still formidable.”
Clark sneaked a look at the ambassador. “They’re not members of Starfleet?”
Xander shook his head. “They do their warring on their planet. They could be the greatest soldiers of the Empire, but they consider themselves so superior, Starfleet is beneath them.”
Clark looked uneasily at Sarek. “They sound so dangerous.”
“They are.”
“So Vulcans don’t deign to serve in Starfleet?” Clark frowned. “But I thought that I read somewhere that he had a son who was serving.”
“He does, and rumor has it that they haven’t spoken in eighteen years.”
“And he’s…isn’t he supposed to be half-Human?”
“That’s what is whispered.” Xander edged closer, his jewels jangling. “They say that his father took a Human wife.”
“Wow.”
“I know.” Xander shifted his feet. “Some say it was by force, either physical or mental. Others say she was totally willing, but the Vulcans are not happy with the future ruler of their most powerful House marrying a Human.”
Clark saw that Bruce was enjoying his conversation with Sarek. His lover always sought out intellectual stimulation, even by war-like Vulcans with mathematical minds and daggers in their hearts.
“Ka-tare!”
Xander jumped. “Have to go,” he whispered. He hurried to re-join Mirax.
Clark was about to go back to Bruce’s side when he heard a whisper.
“The garden.”
He looked around, seeing the exotic fern in the corner shake slightly. He didn’t like the sound of this. There was a doorway in that area, and he sauntered over.
He saw the tail end of a robe disappear around the corner. Clark slipped out of the banquet hall, grateful that slaves could walk the Palace freely. He had a bit more freedom than on Earth. No one would accost him. It was considered the height of bad manners.
He could see a figure moving swiftly down the hall. The robes were dark-red as Dick had described. Excitement tingled through him. Could this be the Kadoran agent?
Clark was good at blending into the shadows. All slaves cultivated the skill in self-defense.
Admittedly, this scanty outfit wasn’t conducive to becoming part of the scenery, but he had no time to go back to his room and put on a jattra.
Luckily, even though the night was cool, he could withstand it. Slipping through the gardens, he trailed the red-clad figure with a stealth that would make Batman and Robin proud, covered by the music drifting out from the banquet hall.
“Here,” hissed a voice in the shadows.
Clark stopped, scared that someone had spotted him and guessed that he was a spy.
“Have you got it?”
“Yes.”
Relieved, Clark realized that the speaker was unaware of him. Instead he was talking to the man in red on the other side of a large hedge.
Clark crept close, but dared not continue. He held down as many beads as he could, but was afraid they would give him away.
Thank god for the music.
“We have to move tonight.”
“All right.”
Clark strained to see the other speaker from his hiding place behind the hedge, but the night was a dark one, the Jovaran moon hidden behind clouds.
“Is the ship waiting?”
“Yes.”
“I can't wait to use those new techniques on our beloved Prince to get the information.”
“I agree.”
Clark began to slip away. He had to get Bruce and Dick!
“This way, m’lord. The Earth roses are in full bloom in this part of the garden.”
Clark froze as Mirax appeared, Sefran leading him down the garden path, followed by Xander.
“Ah, that is good. Such a beautiful flower, a queen among the exotics.”
Adrenaline rushed through Clark as all hell broke loose.