Fic: Rainbow’s Freedom (Justice Arc) (12/61)
Title: Rainbow’s Freedom (Justice Arc) (12/61)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce, Dick, Alfred
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. Clark begins training under the Bat and secrets are uncovered as the Abolitionist Movement makes rapid progress with old and new methods. Can Freedom outrace rumors of War as the Galactic Empire rushes headlong to a new future?
The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Drama, Slavefic
Rating: (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: After Clark returns to the Manor, he and Bruce enjoy a sexy interlude. ;)
Date Of Completion (First Draft): March 14, 2011
Date Of Posting: April 27, 2012
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1121
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: The magnificent story cover is by the wonderfully-talented ctbn60. Thanks so much, luv! :)
"Sometimes you just need to get in the sack."
Mae East
"Sapphire Lil"
1933 C.E.
XII
SEXY INTERLUDE ;)
Clark was back at the Manor by suppertime, wearing his new outfit. He modeled it for his smiling family in the library.
“Mom did a great job, didn’t she?”
“She sure did.” Dick frowned. “I just wish that it didn’t have to be so dark.”
The adults grinned. “It’s only because I have to stay in the shadows until we can figure out how I can come out with obvious Kryptonian powers.”
Dick sighed. “I know. I just think bright colors suit you better.”
Clark smiled. “Thank you.”
Dick grinned. “Well, I do have an eye for these things. Mom said so.”
“A mother should know.”
Dick nodded, only slightly melancholy at the mention of his mother. “I wish you could have a better name than the Blur and a symbol of your own.”
“Technically, I’ll be a Bat.”
“Yeah, but it’ll be tough to pick out a name. You’re too old for Batboy. Besides, that sounds like you fetch bats and balls for the Gotham Knights.”
The adults laughed. “Truly, you speak wisely, young Squire.” Alfred’s brown eyes twinkled.
Dick laughed. “Always!”
Alfred smiled fondly. “Come help me prepare dinner.” He put an arm around Dick and they headed for the kitchen.
Bruce looked at Clark admiringly. “Your mother really did a good job with this.” He put a hand on Clark’s chest, smoothing the shirt’s material.
Clark’s eyes sparkled and he drew Bruce to him, their lips meeting as Bruce’s arms went around his lover, holding him close. Tongues dueled and groins heated as Bruce finally broke the kiss. “Upstairs,” he growled, and Clark nodded.
They quickly went up the grand staircase and barely made it to the master bedroom before French-kissing again. Bruce kicked the door shut behind them and they stumbled to the bed, falling on top of it as they tore off each other’s clothes, kissing and caressing.
Bruce nuzzled Clark’s neck, free of its collar. Clark had not brought his slave jewelry to the farm for the short visit, confident that his super-speed could keep him hidden if anyone showed up unexpectedly.
Bruce took full advantage of the bare throat as he suckled lightly on the hollow of Clark’s throat. Clark moaned, squeezing Bruce’s buttocks as he squirmed beneath his lover.
Bruce ground his groin into Clark’s, eliciting another groan from his partner, whose finger slipped between Bruce’s cheeks. Bruce gasped, pushing back a little.
“You’re getting entirely too saucy, slave.”
Clark grinned. “I hope so. I know how to take care of my Master.”
“Oh, yes.” Bruce lightly bit Clark’s neck, his lover squirming again. He trailed kisses down Clark’s throat, brushing his lips over taut nipples, Clark moaning and arching upward. Grinning, Bruce proceeded to suckle one nipple, then the other, Clark bucking beneath him.
“Bruce,” he whimpered.
Bruce’s smile grew broader, his mouth nuzzling Clark’s abs as he flicked out his tongue, trailing down to his lover’s groin. Clark’s cock bobbed, weeping and ready, just like Clark himself. He lazily slid his tongue down the rigid column of flesh, Clark’s groan deep and guttural as he writhed.
“Bruce…Master…!”
Bruce’s smile was smug as he slowly began to take Clark into his mouth. More than ever they were lovers now but he had to admit that he liked to hear Clark call him Master. It made him feel secure somehow.
Bruce was skillful, Clark’s hips bucking. He brought Clark to climax, seed spilling down his throat as he sucked his lover dry.
Clark collapsed in a panting heap, Bruce releasing his cock as he licked his lips, eyes glittering. Clark looked up at him and groaned. “Stop that!”
“Stop what?”
“Stop looking so damned sexy!”
Bruce chuckled. “Whatever you say, dear.”
Clark’s eyes sparkled and he caught sight of Bruce’s bobbing cock. “Mmm, Master, you need attending to.” He promptly drew up his legs, opening himself for Bruce’s pleasure.
Bruce looked positively feral as he gazed upon his Prize, not bothering with lube as he positioned himself. He could not hurt Clark in his powered state. He thrust in, Clark’s head tossing back-and-forth on the pillow as he moaned. Bruce sped up the pace, responding to the tight heat around his cock.
Clark’s hair tumbled over his forehead, his eyes closed in ecstasy. His perfect body gleamed with sweat, his fingers clutching the shimmering silk sheets. A wave of tenderness swept over Bruce, melting into his lust as he felt his orgasm rip through him, stars pinwheeling in front of his eyes. He pulled out and fell bonelessly to the bed, Clark welcoming him into his arms.
The lay quietly for several minutes, catching their breath and luxuriating in each other when Clark laughed.
“What?” Bruce asked, half-asleep.
“Dick just said to Alfred that he knew exactly what we were doing once we disappeared. Alfred is clucking his tongue.”
Momentarily confused, Bruce wondered if Dick and Alfred were suddenly in the room, then rationality took over.
“Yay for super-hearing,” he yawned.
He could hear the smile in Clark’s voice. “Comes in handy.” As Bruce snuggled closer, eyes blissfully closed, Clark asked, “How’s Annie?”
“She’s fine. You took her food and fresh water to last until tomorrow earlier. Don’t worry, if you’d been delayed, I would have gone to check on her, properly disguised, of course.”
“Yes, it’s better if she doesn’t know she’s under Wayne Manor.”
Bruce refrained from mentioning that not only would it keep them safe by hiding their identities, it would keep them from being revealed if Annie was captured and tortured for information.
“We’ve put her at terrible risk.” Clark’s voice was laced with sadness.
Bruce stroked his lover’s chest, enjoying the silken texture of smooth skin. “I know, but she was going to die gruesomely by Edmund’s hand. It’s almost a toss-up: die horrifically now or later.”
“She didn’t have a choice,” Clark murmured.
“I know. Slaves rarely do.”
Clark sighed, his breath ruffling his lover’s hair. “I did ask Mom about whether or not there’s an Underground Railroad. There is one running, and I got some details. We could use what’s out there for Annie.”
“That’s an excellent idea.”
They snuggled together again, and five minutes later a knock came on the door and Dick’s cheerful voice sang out, “Dinner ready in half an hour!”
Clark and Bruce grinned. Bruce called out, “We’ll be down!” He rolled out of bed. “We’d better take a shower. I doubt that Alfred would approve of us smelling like a whorehouse at the dinner table.”
“Conjures up interesting imagery, though.” Clark followed Bruce to the bathroom, laughing as Bruce rolled his eyes.
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