Fic: Rainbow’s Freedom (Project K Arc) (9/54)
Title: Rainbow’s Freedom (Project K Arc) (9/54)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Alfred, Clark/Bruce, Dick, Brendan
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. New superheroes appear on the scene as the Abolitionist Movement gathers strength. Meanwhile, Lex gets his heart’s desire while long-held secrets begin to spill out of the Manor. Nothing will ever be the same again.
The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Challenge, Drama, Slavefic
Challenge Category: Section E (Slavefic)
Rating: (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: While Alfred recuperates, his Family prepares the Manor for Halloween Week.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): September 4, 2009
Date Of Posting: November 27, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 731
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Written for my 2010 DCU Fic/Art Bondage Challenge.
"A clean house is a happy house."
Suzy Sunshine
"The Happy Homemaker"
Television Show
September 6, 1950 C.E.
IX
PREPARATION
Alfred sighed as he was settled into his bed in the Manor.
“There’s so much to do,” he pleaded, but Bruce held up a hand.
“I’m sorry, Alfred. You are staying put.”
“But the guests will be arriving tomorrow for Halloween Week!”
“Yes, and this Household can take care of things. We learned under the Master.” Bruce smiled.
Alfred rolled his eyes. “Flattery will get you nowhere.”
Bruce laughed. He swept his hand out to encompass Dick, Clark, and Brendan, who were smiling at the butler.
“That’s right, Alfred! We know what to do,” Dick chirped. He went to the bed and squeezed Alfred’s hand. “We won’t do it as good as you, but we’ll try.”
Alfred sighed. How could he fight the earnestness of the boy?
Dick grinned and hugged Alfred.
“You’ll still be in charge, Alfred. We’ll just do the leg work,” Bruce said.
Alfred raised an eyebrow. “You shall take part, Master Bruce?”
Bruce drew himself up haughtily as the others snickered. “Yes, I will.”
“Very well, sir.”
& & & & & &
Bruce grimaced as he unfolded the sheet with a snap. Alfred had assigned everyone a task, and Bruce got the chore of preparing the guest rooms. He’d been forbidden to go near the kitchen!
He’d rather chop onions than clean toilets. Sighing, he headed for the bathroom.
& & & & & &
“Bruce?”
Bruce put the toilet lid down. There! The last toilet was cleaned.
“Yes, Clark?”
His lover stood in the doorway of the guest bathroom. “Finished?”
“Yes!”
Clark chuckled. “Everything’s going well in the kitchen, and the gardening crew is doing a great job of landscaping.”
“Good.” Bruce washed his hands, checking to see if he had put the guest towels out. “Have you checked on Alfred?”
Clark nodded. “He’s doing real well.”
“Good.” A somber expression settled over Bruce’s face. “It was close for awhile. Too close.”
“I know.” Clark reached out and grasped Bruce’s hand and squeezed it. “I know what Alfred means to you. He means a lot to Dick and me, too. And Brendan.” His smile was gentle. “But we all know what Alfred did for you after your parents died.”
“He kept me sane,” Bruce said softly.
Clark drew Bruce close to him, lightly kissing him on the lips. Bruce hungrily returned the kiss, slipping his arms around Clark’s waist and pressing him closer, both men reacting to the close contact.
Bruce moaned softly, pushing Clark backwards onto the bed. They licked and kissed, hands rubbing and squeezing and Clark lifted his hips, wordlessly demanding. Bruce smiled, unbuttoning Clark’s jeans and pushing them and his briefs down, freeing his lover’s engorged cock.
“Beautiful,” Bruce whispered, kissing the glistening head. Clark moaned and Bruce smiled again, flicking out his tongue and licking the underside of the rigid flesh, Clark squirming. “Mmm,” Bruce purred, Clark gasping, “Bruuuce…!”
Bruce took Clark into his mouth, delighted at the whimpers from his lover. He sucked while cupping Clark’s ass, squeezing as Clark arched up, grabbing a fistful of silky hair and urging Bruce on.
Bruce needed no encouragement, cheeks hollowing in-and-out as his sucking brought Clark to the heights of ecstasy, crying out as he fountained into Bruce’s mouth.
He sagged back, a blissful smile on his face.
Bruce licked his lips lazily, grinning as he ran his fingers down Clark’s chest.
“You know what?” Clark asked.
“What?”
“You’re going to have to re-make this bed with clean sheets.”
“Argh!” Bruce laid his head on Clark’s chest.
Clark laughed. He helped Bruce change the sheets, snickering all the while.
“Shut up,” Bruce said amiably.
He and Clark went to Alfred’s room, Dick chattering away, Alfred amused, and he surveyed Bruce critically.
“The guest rooms are finished?”
“Yes.”
“Beds made, towels out, toiletries stocked?”
“Yes.”
“Bathrooms cleaned?”
“Yes.”
“Chocolate on the pillows?”
Bruce laughed. “Yes.”
“What is this, a hotel?” Dick chirped.
“Saucy boy,” Alfred admonished, but his eyes were twinkling.
“The kitchen is spotless,” Dick said proudly.
“Have you decided which flowers you will cut for the vases?”
“Yes, sir. The chrysanthemums are really pretty.”
“Excellent.”
“Everything’s clean and dusted, and the groceries will be delivered tomorrow,” Clark reported.
“Tip-top,” Alfred approved.
Clark, Bruce, and Dick beamed.
“We’re ready!” Dick declared.
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Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Alfred, Clark/Bruce, Dick, Brendan
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. New superheroes appear on the scene as the Abolitionist Movement gathers strength. Meanwhile, Lex gets his heart’s desire while long-held secrets begin to spill out of the Manor. Nothing will ever be the same again.
The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Challenge, Drama, Slavefic
Challenge Category: Section E (Slavefic)
Rating: (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: While Alfred recuperates, his Family prepares the Manor for Halloween Week.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): September 4, 2009
Date Of Posting: November 27, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 731
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Written for my 2010 DCU Fic/Art Bondage Challenge.
"A clean house is a happy house."
Suzy Sunshine
"The Happy Homemaker"
Television Show
September 6, 1950 C.E.
IX
PREPARATION
Alfred sighed as he was settled into his bed in the Manor.
“There’s so much to do,” he pleaded, but Bruce held up a hand.
“I’m sorry, Alfred. You are staying put.”
“But the guests will be arriving tomorrow for Halloween Week!”
“Yes, and this Household can take care of things. We learned under the Master.” Bruce smiled.
Alfred rolled his eyes. “Flattery will get you nowhere.”
Bruce laughed. He swept his hand out to encompass Dick, Clark, and Brendan, who were smiling at the butler.
“That’s right, Alfred! We know what to do,” Dick chirped. He went to the bed and squeezed Alfred’s hand. “We won’t do it as good as you, but we’ll try.”
Alfred sighed. How could he fight the earnestness of the boy?
Dick grinned and hugged Alfred.
“You’ll still be in charge, Alfred. We’ll just do the leg work,” Bruce said.
Alfred raised an eyebrow. “You shall take part, Master Bruce?”
Bruce drew himself up haughtily as the others snickered. “Yes, I will.”
“Very well, sir.”
& & & & & &
Bruce grimaced as he unfolded the sheet with a snap. Alfred had assigned everyone a task, and Bruce got the chore of preparing the guest rooms. He’d been forbidden to go near the kitchen!
He’d rather chop onions than clean toilets. Sighing, he headed for the bathroom.
& & & & & &
“Bruce?”
Bruce put the toilet lid down. There! The last toilet was cleaned.
“Yes, Clark?”
His lover stood in the doorway of the guest bathroom. “Finished?”
“Yes!”
Clark chuckled. “Everything’s going well in the kitchen, and the gardening crew is doing a great job of landscaping.”
“Good.” Bruce washed his hands, checking to see if he had put the guest towels out. “Have you checked on Alfred?”
Clark nodded. “He’s doing real well.”
“Good.” A somber expression settled over Bruce’s face. “It was close for awhile. Too close.”
“I know.” Clark reached out and grasped Bruce’s hand and squeezed it. “I know what Alfred means to you. He means a lot to Dick and me, too. And Brendan.” His smile was gentle. “But we all know what Alfred did for you after your parents died.”
“He kept me sane,” Bruce said softly.
Clark drew Bruce close to him, lightly kissing him on the lips. Bruce hungrily returned the kiss, slipping his arms around Clark’s waist and pressing him closer, both men reacting to the close contact.
Bruce moaned softly, pushing Clark backwards onto the bed. They licked and kissed, hands rubbing and squeezing and Clark lifted his hips, wordlessly demanding. Bruce smiled, unbuttoning Clark’s jeans and pushing them and his briefs down, freeing his lover’s engorged cock.
“Beautiful,” Bruce whispered, kissing the glistening head. Clark moaned and Bruce smiled again, flicking out his tongue and licking the underside of the rigid flesh, Clark squirming. “Mmm,” Bruce purred, Clark gasping, “Bruuuce…!”
Bruce took Clark into his mouth, delighted at the whimpers from his lover. He sucked while cupping Clark’s ass, squeezing as Clark arched up, grabbing a fistful of silky hair and urging Bruce on.
Bruce needed no encouragement, cheeks hollowing in-and-out as his sucking brought Clark to the heights of ecstasy, crying out as he fountained into Bruce’s mouth.
He sagged back, a blissful smile on his face.
Bruce licked his lips lazily, grinning as he ran his fingers down Clark’s chest.
“You know what?” Clark asked.
“What?”
“You’re going to have to re-make this bed with clean sheets.”
“Argh!” Bruce laid his head on Clark’s chest.
Clark laughed. He helped Bruce change the sheets, snickering all the while.
“Shut up,” Bruce said amiably.
He and Clark went to Alfred’s room, Dick chattering away, Alfred amused, and he surveyed Bruce critically.
“The guest rooms are finished?”
“Yes.”
“Beds made, towels out, toiletries stocked?”
“Yes.”
“Bathrooms cleaned?”
“Yes.”
“Chocolate on the pillows?”
Bruce laughed. “Yes.”
“What is this, a hotel?” Dick chirped.
“Saucy boy,” Alfred admonished, but his eyes were twinkling.
“The kitchen is spotless,” Dick said proudly.
“Have you decided which flowers you will cut for the vases?”
“Yes, sir. The chrysanthemums are really pretty.”
“Excellent.”
“Everything’s clean and dusted, and the groceries will be delivered tomorrow,” Clark reported.
“Tip-top,” Alfred approved.
Clark, Bruce, and Dick beamed.
“We’re ready!” Dick declared.
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