Fic: Rainbow's Freedom (Sanctuary Arc) (14/17)
Title: Rainbow's Freedom (Sanctuary Arc) (14/17)
Author: BradyGirl
Characters/Pairings: Clark/Bruce, Alfred
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices slavery. The wealthy freeman Bruce Wayne acquires a highly-prized bedslave whom he learns to cherish...but can he ever truly love a slave? And will it all be moot as a weak abolitionist movement slowly gathers strength while the Galactic Empire remains in a perpetual state of Cold War? The entire series can be found here.
Categories: Drama, AU
Rating: (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Clark enjoys the first wave of love's joy.
Date Of Completion: March 7, 2007
Date Of Posting: April 19, 2007
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, DC does, more's the pity.
Word Count: 956
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Love’s first bloom,
Never senses
Impending doom.
It’s airy and light,
Scented sweetly,
Oh-so-discreetly.
Janice Greenleaf Whittier
“Nature’s Gold And Other Poems”
2007 C.E.
XIV
LOVE’S FIRST BLOOM
Clark felt giddy the rest of the day, smiling and laughing as Bruce became more playful.
Love! It was a wonderful feeling. Everything looked brighter, tasted sweeter, and sounded like angel’s voices.
Clark knew he was being sappy and didn’t care. He rode the wave of love, determined to enjoy it even while he knew it was all impossible.
He had read about the admonitions against love between Master and slave. It was one thing for a Master to treat a slave with consideration and affection, and for a bedslave to appreciate such treatment and give pleasure with a genuine smile, but to fall in love…!
He would think about that later. Right now he was in the first waves of love, and he was going to savor it.
Clark’s infectious mood was contagious, Bruce lighthearted for the rest of the day.
The whole day was golden.
& & & & & &
Clark hummed as he cut the chrysanthemums, laying the red, yellow, and purple flowers in the basket on his arm. The smell of apple pie baking wafted from the kitchen.
He went into the kitchen and Alfred said, “Ah, lovely, Clark. There’s a vase in the cupboard over the canisters. Put them on the foyer table, will you?”
“Alfred, may I put them in the Master’s study instead?”
Alfred looked at him with mild surprise, then a smile curved his lips.
“Certainly, Clark. Master Bruce will be most appreciative.”
Bruce was working on his computer. He looked up at the click of ceramic-on-ceramic as Clark placed the vase on a trivet he put on the desk.
“Those are beautiful, Clark. Thank you.”
Clark’s sapphire-blue eyes sparkled. “You’re welcome.”
Bruce seemed amused by Clark’s buoyant attitude. “Would you be interested in a light work-out before dinner?”
“Absolutely.”
“Then we’ll do it as soon as I’m finished here.”
Clark nodded and sat on the couch, reading a book from the stack he kept on the pier table. He was voracious in his reading habits, grateful that he knew how to read. He had discovered that it was not common for slaves.
& & & & & &
Bruce was true to his word. He and Clark changed into work-out clothes and they worked on the mats, Clark always impressed by Bruce’s intensity. The man knew moves that Clark could only dream of. He eagerly learned all he could. Bruce rarely traveled with security, and Clark figured that if necessary, he could at least defend his Master. Reading the Code had taught him that slaves could hit a freeman if the Master was imperiled. The sense of protectiveness he received from Bruce was also what he felt toward the man bracing himself for his next move.
As Bruce feinted, Clark wasn’t fooled. Whether or not he was supposed to love his Master he didn’t know. All he did know was that he loved Bruce.
He grunted as Bruce slammed into him and they tumbled to the mat. He locked his legs around Bruce’s, trying to pin him. Bruce grinned and rolled them over, their faces close together. Clark’s eyes twinkled and he kissed Bruce.
Bruce looked surprised and for a moment Clark feared he had been too forward, but then Bruce laughed and grasped his shoulders, urging him into another kiss.
Clark let all his love pour into his kiss, content to enjoy his new-found feelings and not worry about whether the man who owned him felt the same way.
“Mmm, sweet,” Bruce murmured as they broke apart. He brushed the curl back from Clark’s forehead. Their groins were tight together and Clark could feel their twin arousals. He gazed into midnight-blue eyes and was lost.
They kissed again, Bruce’s hands pulling up Clark’s T-shirt, then continuing up and over his head when they came up for air, mussing his hair and tilting his glasses. Clark reciprocated, then both men feverishly worked on their shorts until they were pressed together skin-to-skin.
“Mmm, tasty,” Bruce growled as he nibbled Clark’s neck. His hand slid up a strong thigh and caressed a hip, then slid over to cup Clark’s buttock, squeezing gently.
“I’m glad,” Clark murmured. He wanted to please his Master as part of his duty, but he had always wanted it to be more. It always had been so for him, and now the incentive was even greater.
Love changes things.
Clark felt his happiness swell up from deep inside, his kisses tender as he brushed his lips against Bruce’s brow, slipping down to blow lightly in his ear. Bruce’s shiver pleased Clark. Whether slave or free, he knew how to please his Bruce.
Bruce’s hands stroked up and down Clark’s back, Clark’s tongue eagerly tasting Bruce’s throat. Bruce wrapped his legs around Clark’s thighs, one hand teasing a nipple. Clark’s moan brought more tweaking, and Clark buried his face in Bruce’s neck.
He nearly said, “I love you,” but caught himself. Love was impossible between Master and slave.
Clark rubbed against Bruce, a pleasant friction tingling between their groins. Bruce’s hands returned to his buttocks, kneading and squeezing as they locked lips again, moaning and moving with lust.
The climax left Clark weak and happy. He curled up at Bruce’s side after he slid off him.
“Mmm,” Bruce murmured into Clark’s hair. “I’m glad you’re so recovered, Clark.”
“Me, too.”
Bruce chuckled and stroked Clark’s hair.
“Always remember you are a slave. Never, ever be presumptuous.”
Clark remembered the words of his trainer from not so long ago but ignored them.
At least for this one moment.