Fic: Abducted!
Title: Abducted!
Pairing/Characters: Kal/Bruce
Notes: For the S/B Kink Meme, prompt: "Alien scientist" Kal-El "abducts" Bruce Wayne for "experimental purposes."
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Bruce Wayne is abducted by an alien for "experimentation."
Word Count: 1900
There were disadvantages, Bruce Wayne mused, to having a superpowered alien lover. He had known this before he had gone and fallen in love with Clark Kent. He knew the risks.
However, apparently his list of disadvantages had not been complete.
Bruce made a note to add to the list: an ability to hear his heartbeat and gauge his blood pressure, so that if--say, hypothetically--Bruce were to become aroused during a viewing on a documentary on alien abductions, his superpowered boyfriend might notice. Even if he tried to hide it by laughing and scoffing.
Especially during the "alien anal probe" parts.
Which was, Bruce presumed, why one minute he had been preparing for a charity dinner, and the next had been swept up in a blue-and-red blur and deposited in a featureless white cell. One wall was of a clear material, gazing out into an equally featureless white room. In fact, the only object was a rack of crystal instruments on the other side of the wall in various odd shapes and sizes.
Bruce eyed them, trying not to think too hard about what purpose they might serve.
He realized he was shivering slightly, which seemed silly since the room was a comfortable temperature. He rubbed his arms and started to pace around the room, stopping to tap on the clear wall now and then. His hand tingled slightly when he touched it, not enough to hurt but enough to convince him not to push hard on it.
He felt his eyes widen as Kal-El entered the room, tried to stop the reaction, then gave in and let them widen to play up his role. Kal was dressed in the traditional Kryptonian science robes--black surplice with the tight green undersuit, hair pulled back under a hood that left only his face showing. Ridiculous white ruffles on the sleeves that looked notably less ridiculous in this eerie setting. Kal looked every inch the Kryptonian as he gazed dispassionately at his "captive" from the other side of the clear wall.
"What the hell is going on here?" blustered Bruce. "I'm a very important person in Gotham, you know. There'll be consequences for kidnapping me like this."
Kal looked mildly curious. "Your status in your primitive Earth society does not interest me. I selected you among all your race in order to have a perfect physical specimen for my experiments."
Bruce couldn't help but notice the implied compliment there even as he focused on being a frightened abductee. "I'm not some lab rat you can run through mazes for cheese, alien! Let me go!"
"I have no intention of running you through mazes," Kal noted. He picked up something that looked like a notepad made of translucent crystal and jotted on it with a stylus.
"What's that?"
"Notes. Subject is aggressive and confrontational, possibly in an attempt to cover uncertainty." Kal cocked an ironic eyebrow at him. "I will need you to remove your clothing for the tests."
Bruce crossed his arms. "No way."
Kal shrugged slightly. "Then I shall come in there and remove your clothing. It makes little difference to me."
Glowering, Bruce began to unbutton his suit jacket, then the vest underneath. He took his time, making a great show of reluctance. Kal continued to make notes, his face impassive. "Subject appears uncomfortable with being observed while disrobing. Subject attempting to use direct eye contact as a means of asserting superior social status." Bruce scowled down at his shirt buttons and slowly undid them, slipping off the shirt. "Subject has extensive scarring on chest and back. Scarring does not appear to mitigate physical perfection."
Bruce paused and rested his hands on his belt buckle. It was an...uncomfortable feeling, being watched so intently. His skin prickled as he began to undo his belt, unzip his pants. They slithered to the floor in a whisper of cloth.
"There," he said, and was startled to hear hoarseness in his voice. He coughed. "Happy now?"
"You are required to be entirely unclothed," Kal pointed out. He made a few more notes. "Subject resistant to full nudity. Vulnerability issues endemic to the species, perhaps."
Slowly, Bruce eased off his underwear from around a surprisingly large erection. He stood naked in the room, shudders chasing around his skin, feeling vulnerable indeed.
His erection didn't seem to be going away.
"Subject exhibiting increased blood flow to genitals," said Kal. "Perhaps a response to fear. Stimulus uncertain. Increased blood flow results in hardening and reddening of genitalia--perhaps humans use as weapons in dominance fights?"
It really should be embarrassing, Bruce thought, to be naked and discussed so clinically. It really should.
It wasn't.
Kal grasped the rack of instruments and approached the wall, and it shimmered and let him through. He was in the same room as Bruce now, just feet away from him. The instruments glittered in the cold light, metal and crystal. Kal picked one out and eyed it: a long, curved, shaft of clear crystal. "Testing of human subject will commence to the next step," he said.
"What--what are you going to do?" Bruce's voice was shaking slightly; part of the act, he reassured himself. Part of the act.
"Testing of the nervous system," Kal said. He looked Bruce up and down. "This test will go more smoothly if you are unrestrained. However, if it should prove necessary, I have the means to restrain you." He gestured and crystal manacles emerged from the wall. "These bonds are strong enough to restrain even a Kryptonian. They should keep you immobile if it is necessary." He paused. "Do you feel you will need restraint?"
It was an offer, not a threat. Bruce forced himself to breathe slowly. "I'll try to behave," he said. "If I prove recalcitrant, you can always restrain me later."
Kal nodded slowly. "Please stand still," he said politely. "There may be some minor discomfort."
The crystal instrument was cold against his ass cheeks, the alien material already slippery. Bruce felt his eyes roll up in his head as it slipped inside him and he had to struggle to keep his knees from giving out at the sensation--any discomfort was quickly drowned in pleasure. "What are you doing to me?" he murmured. "I don't want you to do this. Let me go." He could hear his own voice, drunken-soft with lust, his demands entirely unconvincing. "This is horrible, it's wrong. I hate it. Please take this thing out of me."
Kal pushed slightly and Bruce groaned as the instrument nudged his prostate. Kal stepped back, leaving Bruce standing, swaying, the probe tight and hard inside him. "Subject protests, but genitalia remain engorged and swollen, as if ready for aggression of some sort." He paused. "This researcher finds himself fascinated by this primitive physical reaction. Personal involvement in testing strictly forbidden, but I find myself wondering what subject's response to manual stimulation of genitals would be."
There was a cool touch on his aching, heated erection, and Bruce groaned and shoved into it, feeling the probe shifting inside him. "Response gratifying," whispered Kal. With his other hand, he reached back and touched the probe. "Energy readings of nervous system will commence," he said, and did something with his hand.
It was as if Bruce's entire spinal column were turned into a blaze of incandescent light, the pleasure centers of his brain lit up like fireworks. The world disappeared entirely and he was hanging suspended in ecstasy, impaled by delight, there was nothing but a total overload of pleasure ravaging him. He was making sounds, he seemed to have no control over it, no control over his body, it should have frightened him and instead he plunged into it as if into a supernova, a white-hot star, letting it burn his fears and restraint to ash.
The energy abated and Bruce could hear his hoarse panting filling the room. He couldn't seem to summon up words in any language, was slightly afraid that if he tried he'd be whimpering.
He was still so hard and Kal's hand was stroking up and down him, slowly, trails of cool across the demanding heat. "Subject seems amenable to pleasure stimulation," murmured Kal. "This researcher is considering keeping subject as a pet and applying stimulation multiple times a day just to enjoy the pretty sounds he makes."
Bruce's erection jolted imperiously and Bruce bit back a moan. He let his shoulders sag, let his voice quiver as if his defiance had been broken by pleasure. "Yes, keep me here," he whispered. "I'll be your pet, I'll be anything you want. All I want is this, this..." He flung back his head, pushing into Kal's palm, shaking, "Your hands, that feeling. Keep me here." Safe in the knowledge that Kal would never do it, he allowed himself for just a moment to surrender to the temptation of it, the allure. I had no choice, I was abducted by an alien, he did unspeakable wonderful things to me. The probe was still tickling at his spine, small jolts of pleasure that made his whole body jerk in delight, that kept his orgasm just barely at bay, so close, so close. "Ah," he gasped. "Please."
"Subject has unusual effect on this researcher," murmured Kal. "This researcher notes warmth in unusual regions and an irrational desire to give subject pleasure." He knelt, robes puddling on the crystal floor. "The researcher wants very much to measure subject's reaction to oral contact with genitals."
Bruce made a small, guttural sound. "Subject would come in your mouth," he said. "Your beautiful mouth."
"Beauty is not a measurable quality," Kal said. He sounded amused. "And thus it does not exist. This researcher is curious to discover how subject will 'come' if he is already here." He leaned forward and engulfed Bruce's erection with his mouth.
Bruce's whole body seemed to seize up; he climaxed almost instantly, feeling Kal's tongue slip along his length sinuously, coaxing every bit of fluid from him. He grabbed fistfuls of dark hair and cried out, wordless and hoarse, thrusting into Kal's slick mouth and hearing Kal make small pleased sounds.
His knees gave out at last and he sagged downward onto all fours, the probe making it impossible to sit. "Ah," he muttered as Kal slowly eased it out, leaving an aching tingle in its wake. All his muscles seemed to have liquefied; he slowly collapsed onto his side, still gasping for breath.
Kal curled up behind him, throwing the black surplice across his body. He whispered something in Kryptonian and the crystal floor changed in texture until it felt like a thick, deep feather bed. "This researcher feels great tenderness for subject," he noted, stroking Bruce's hair.
"This subject feels similarly," Bruce said.
"This researcher hopes that subject does not take advantage of this tenderness to trap him in the Kryptonian-strength manacles and take horrible, horrible revenge upon him."
Bruce smiled sleepily. "Maybe later," he murmured, and felt Kal smile against the back of his neck. The cold white light in the room was dimming slowly, until they were plunged into darkness. "Good night, Clark," he whispered into it.
"Good night, Bruce."
Pairing/Characters: Kal/Bruce
Notes: For the S/B Kink Meme, prompt: "Alien scientist" Kal-El "abducts" Bruce Wayne for "experimental purposes."
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Bruce Wayne is abducted by an alien for "experimentation."
Word Count: 1900
There were disadvantages, Bruce Wayne mused, to having a superpowered alien lover. He had known this before he had gone and fallen in love with Clark Kent. He knew the risks.
However, apparently his list of disadvantages had not been complete.
Bruce made a note to add to the list: an ability to hear his heartbeat and gauge his blood pressure, so that if--say, hypothetically--Bruce were to become aroused during a viewing on a documentary on alien abductions, his superpowered boyfriend might notice. Even if he tried to hide it by laughing and scoffing.
Especially during the "alien anal probe" parts.
Which was, Bruce presumed, why one minute he had been preparing for a charity dinner, and the next had been swept up in a blue-and-red blur and deposited in a featureless white cell. One wall was of a clear material, gazing out into an equally featureless white room. In fact, the only object was a rack of crystal instruments on the other side of the wall in various odd shapes and sizes.
Bruce eyed them, trying not to think too hard about what purpose they might serve.
He realized he was shivering slightly, which seemed silly since the room was a comfortable temperature. He rubbed his arms and started to pace around the room, stopping to tap on the clear wall now and then. His hand tingled slightly when he touched it, not enough to hurt but enough to convince him not to push hard on it.
He felt his eyes widen as Kal-El entered the room, tried to stop the reaction, then gave in and let them widen to play up his role. Kal was dressed in the traditional Kryptonian science robes--black surplice with the tight green undersuit, hair pulled back under a hood that left only his face showing. Ridiculous white ruffles on the sleeves that looked notably less ridiculous in this eerie setting. Kal looked every inch the Kryptonian as he gazed dispassionately at his "captive" from the other side of the clear wall.
"What the hell is going on here?" blustered Bruce. "I'm a very important person in Gotham, you know. There'll be consequences for kidnapping me like this."
Kal looked mildly curious. "Your status in your primitive Earth society does not interest me. I selected you among all your race in order to have a perfect physical specimen for my experiments."
Bruce couldn't help but notice the implied compliment there even as he focused on being a frightened abductee. "I'm not some lab rat you can run through mazes for cheese, alien! Let me go!"
"I have no intention of running you through mazes," Kal noted. He picked up something that looked like a notepad made of translucent crystal and jotted on it with a stylus.
"What's that?"
"Notes. Subject is aggressive and confrontational, possibly in an attempt to cover uncertainty." Kal cocked an ironic eyebrow at him. "I will need you to remove your clothing for the tests."
Bruce crossed his arms. "No way."
Kal shrugged slightly. "Then I shall come in there and remove your clothing. It makes little difference to me."
Glowering, Bruce began to unbutton his suit jacket, then the vest underneath. He took his time, making a great show of reluctance. Kal continued to make notes, his face impassive. "Subject appears uncomfortable with being observed while disrobing. Subject attempting to use direct eye contact as a means of asserting superior social status." Bruce scowled down at his shirt buttons and slowly undid them, slipping off the shirt. "Subject has extensive scarring on chest and back. Scarring does not appear to mitigate physical perfection."
Bruce paused and rested his hands on his belt buckle. It was an...uncomfortable feeling, being watched so intently. His skin prickled as he began to undo his belt, unzip his pants. They slithered to the floor in a whisper of cloth.
"There," he said, and was startled to hear hoarseness in his voice. He coughed. "Happy now?"
"You are required to be entirely unclothed," Kal pointed out. He made a few more notes. "Subject resistant to full nudity. Vulnerability issues endemic to the species, perhaps."
Slowly, Bruce eased off his underwear from around a surprisingly large erection. He stood naked in the room, shudders chasing around his skin, feeling vulnerable indeed.
His erection didn't seem to be going away.
"Subject exhibiting increased blood flow to genitals," said Kal. "Perhaps a response to fear. Stimulus uncertain. Increased blood flow results in hardening and reddening of genitalia--perhaps humans use as weapons in dominance fights?"
It really should be embarrassing, Bruce thought, to be naked and discussed so clinically. It really should.
It wasn't.
Kal grasped the rack of instruments and approached the wall, and it shimmered and let him through. He was in the same room as Bruce now, just feet away from him. The instruments glittered in the cold light, metal and crystal. Kal picked one out and eyed it: a long, curved, shaft of clear crystal. "Testing of human subject will commence to the next step," he said.
"What--what are you going to do?" Bruce's voice was shaking slightly; part of the act, he reassured himself. Part of the act.
"Testing of the nervous system," Kal said. He looked Bruce up and down. "This test will go more smoothly if you are unrestrained. However, if it should prove necessary, I have the means to restrain you." He gestured and crystal manacles emerged from the wall. "These bonds are strong enough to restrain even a Kryptonian. They should keep you immobile if it is necessary." He paused. "Do you feel you will need restraint?"
It was an offer, not a threat. Bruce forced himself to breathe slowly. "I'll try to behave," he said. "If I prove recalcitrant, you can always restrain me later."
Kal nodded slowly. "Please stand still," he said politely. "There may be some minor discomfort."
The crystal instrument was cold against his ass cheeks, the alien material already slippery. Bruce felt his eyes roll up in his head as it slipped inside him and he had to struggle to keep his knees from giving out at the sensation--any discomfort was quickly drowned in pleasure. "What are you doing to me?" he murmured. "I don't want you to do this. Let me go." He could hear his own voice, drunken-soft with lust, his demands entirely unconvincing. "This is horrible, it's wrong. I hate it. Please take this thing out of me."
Kal pushed slightly and Bruce groaned as the instrument nudged his prostate. Kal stepped back, leaving Bruce standing, swaying, the probe tight and hard inside him. "Subject protests, but genitalia remain engorged and swollen, as if ready for aggression of some sort." He paused. "This researcher finds himself fascinated by this primitive physical reaction. Personal involvement in testing strictly forbidden, but I find myself wondering what subject's response to manual stimulation of genitals would be."
There was a cool touch on his aching, heated erection, and Bruce groaned and shoved into it, feeling the probe shifting inside him. "Response gratifying," whispered Kal. With his other hand, he reached back and touched the probe. "Energy readings of nervous system will commence," he said, and did something with his hand.
It was as if Bruce's entire spinal column were turned into a blaze of incandescent light, the pleasure centers of his brain lit up like fireworks. The world disappeared entirely and he was hanging suspended in ecstasy, impaled by delight, there was nothing but a total overload of pleasure ravaging him. He was making sounds, he seemed to have no control over it, no control over his body, it should have frightened him and instead he plunged into it as if into a supernova, a white-hot star, letting it burn his fears and restraint to ash.
The energy abated and Bruce could hear his hoarse panting filling the room. He couldn't seem to summon up words in any language, was slightly afraid that if he tried he'd be whimpering.
He was still so hard and Kal's hand was stroking up and down him, slowly, trails of cool across the demanding heat. "Subject seems amenable to pleasure stimulation," murmured Kal. "This researcher is considering keeping subject as a pet and applying stimulation multiple times a day just to enjoy the pretty sounds he makes."
Bruce's erection jolted imperiously and Bruce bit back a moan. He let his shoulders sag, let his voice quiver as if his defiance had been broken by pleasure. "Yes, keep me here," he whispered. "I'll be your pet, I'll be anything you want. All I want is this, this..." He flung back his head, pushing into Kal's palm, shaking, "Your hands, that feeling. Keep me here." Safe in the knowledge that Kal would never do it, he allowed himself for just a moment to surrender to the temptation of it, the allure. I had no choice, I was abducted by an alien, he did unspeakable wonderful things to me. The probe was still tickling at his spine, small jolts of pleasure that made his whole body jerk in delight, that kept his orgasm just barely at bay, so close, so close. "Ah," he gasped. "Please."
"Subject has unusual effect on this researcher," murmured Kal. "This researcher notes warmth in unusual regions and an irrational desire to give subject pleasure." He knelt, robes puddling on the crystal floor. "The researcher wants very much to measure subject's reaction to oral contact with genitals."
Bruce made a small, guttural sound. "Subject would come in your mouth," he said. "Your beautiful mouth."
"Beauty is not a measurable quality," Kal said. He sounded amused. "And thus it does not exist. This researcher is curious to discover how subject will 'come' if he is already here." He leaned forward and engulfed Bruce's erection with his mouth.
Bruce's whole body seemed to seize up; he climaxed almost instantly, feeling Kal's tongue slip along his length sinuously, coaxing every bit of fluid from him. He grabbed fistfuls of dark hair and cried out, wordless and hoarse, thrusting into Kal's slick mouth and hearing Kal make small pleased sounds.
His knees gave out at last and he sagged downward onto all fours, the probe making it impossible to sit. "Ah," he muttered as Kal slowly eased it out, leaving an aching tingle in its wake. All his muscles seemed to have liquefied; he slowly collapsed onto his side, still gasping for breath.
Kal curled up behind him, throwing the black surplice across his body. He whispered something in Kryptonian and the crystal floor changed in texture until it felt like a thick, deep feather bed. "This researcher feels great tenderness for subject," he noted, stroking Bruce's hair.
"This subject feels similarly," Bruce said.
"This researcher hopes that subject does not take advantage of this tenderness to trap him in the Kryptonian-strength manacles and take horrible, horrible revenge upon him."
Bruce smiled sleepily. "Maybe later," he murmured, and felt Kal smile against the back of his neck. The cold white light in the room was dimming slowly, until they were plunged into darkness. "Good night, Clark," he whispered into it.
"Good night, Bruce."