Ficlet: A Dark Temptation | DCU | Clark/Bruce | R | 1/1
Title: A Dark Temptation
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Clark/Bruce (Kal/Bruce)
Rating: R - for Kal's shamelesness
Word Count: 743
Prompt: For my DCU FFA challenge: Black Kryptonite; For the 2009 DCU FFA Valentine's Challenge - T03; P38: Golden Lasso, and T12; P27: Temptation
Summary: When Clark is split in two by black K, Bruce has to make a tough choice about how to proceed.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Dammit.
Author's Notes: I'm finally making headway on my DCU FFA challenges. Two more fics to post when I get time. Go me! Also, the lasso is the cure to black K.
A Dark Temptation
Stalking around the bed with deliberate steps, Bruce eyed the man tied spread-eagled to the four posts and wondered just how much more willpower he'd need to resist the temptation in front of him. Such a delicious sight, Kal halfheartedly struggling against the golden binding loops of Diana's lasso, his eyes heated and dark and lustful, muscles rippling beneath the tight, black fabric of his magically-altered costume. It wasn't something Bruce often had the pleasure of seeing, but with Clark having been split in two by a wayward fragment of black kryptonite, he knew this might be his only chance to observe the darker side of his Kryptonian without the filter of the kinder, gentler side acting as an uncontrolled variable.
Already, he had a mountain of observations to file for later analysis, thanks in part to the lasso's truth-extracting property, but of course, 'observation' was a somewhat relative term, considering the kinds of things Kal was making him want to do.
“I imagine you could get out of that if you really wanted to,” he said after a long while, coming to a stop at the end of the large bed.
Kal flashed him a mischievous grin, blinking slowly and looking up at him through dark lashes. “You're onto me, then. I might just be enjoying this... to a degree.”
Bruce had to cross his arms over his chest in order to keep himself from reaching out to touch; Clark might never forgive him for taking that kind of advantage of the situation. “As soon as I find Clark, you're being reunited. Hence the lasso,” he forced out, shoving his own darker thoughts aside. It was amazing what kind of influence this aspect of his lover could have on him.
“Come now, you can't tell me you aren't enjoying this, too.” Catching his lower lip between his teeth, Kal rolled his hips invitingly.
“I wouldn't presume to deny it,” Bruce admitted, studiously ignoring the way heat seemed to pool low in his belly at the sight. “Not to a living lie detector such as yourself.”
“Then why would you deny yourself this, when you know what we both want? You're entirely too hard on yourself.”
The flashing in Kal's eyes and the subtle emphasis on 'hard on' made Bruce want to give up right then, his own primal urges for his lover simply too difficult to ignore any longer. He wanted Kal, no point in lying to himself about it.
A low growl rumbling up in his chest, he uncrossed his arms and leaned over the bed, wrapping his hands around Kal's bound ankles, his thumbs stroking over black fabric. Oh, how he wanted to strip away that costume and gaze at every inch of tanned, perfect skin, before loving it in equal measure. He wanted that so much it hurt, in more ways than one. “I would deny myself this,” he snarled after a moment spent staring into blue depths, his body and heart aching, “because I love you. Because I love both sides of you, and it would hurt you to do this.”
With a frustrated huff, Kal closed his eyes and dropped his head back against the pillow. “Fine, then,” he muttered angrily. “Go find Clark, already, and get this over with.” For added measure, he twisted his wrists in their binding loops and writhed on the bed.
Bruce wanted to scream with exasperation at this half of his lover; he'd never known Clark to be this contrary. But there was nothing to be done for the situation until the two halves were reunited. Releasing Kal's ankles, he stood straight and turned to head out, all the while trying desperately to will away the erection that had been building steadily over the last hour. His hand was on the doorknob when Kal's lust-filled voice stopped him.
“And tell Diana that she'll get her lasso back next week. I've got plans for it.”
A shiver shot down Bruce's back at that, and all he could do was take a calming breath before he opened the door and stepped out. He hoped Clark wouldn't mind a few days being tied up after he was reunited with his darker half, as Bruce had every intention of taking Kal up on his tempting proposal. There was only so much a man could withstand before giving in, after all.
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Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Clark/Bruce (Kal/Bruce)
Rating: R - for Kal's shamelesness
Word Count: 743
Prompt: For my DCU FFA challenge: Black Kryptonite; For the 2009 DCU FFA Valentine's Challenge - T03; P38: Golden Lasso, and T12; P27: Temptation
Summary: When Clark is split in two by black K, Bruce has to make a tough choice about how to proceed.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Dammit.
Author's Notes: I'm finally making headway on my DCU FFA challenges. Two more fics to post when I get time. Go me! Also, the lasso is the cure to black K.
A Dark Temptation
Stalking around the bed with deliberate steps, Bruce eyed the man tied spread-eagled to the four posts and wondered just how much more willpower he'd need to resist the temptation in front of him. Such a delicious sight, Kal halfheartedly struggling against the golden binding loops of Diana's lasso, his eyes heated and dark and lustful, muscles rippling beneath the tight, black fabric of his magically-altered costume. It wasn't something Bruce often had the pleasure of seeing, but with Clark having been split in two by a wayward fragment of black kryptonite, he knew this might be his only chance to observe the darker side of his Kryptonian without the filter of the kinder, gentler side acting as an uncontrolled variable.
Already, he had a mountain of observations to file for later analysis, thanks in part to the lasso's truth-extracting property, but of course, 'observation' was a somewhat relative term, considering the kinds of things Kal was making him want to do.
“I imagine you could get out of that if you really wanted to,” he said after a long while, coming to a stop at the end of the large bed.
Kal flashed him a mischievous grin, blinking slowly and looking up at him through dark lashes. “You're onto me, then. I might just be enjoying this... to a degree.”
Bruce had to cross his arms over his chest in order to keep himself from reaching out to touch; Clark might never forgive him for taking that kind of advantage of the situation. “As soon as I find Clark, you're being reunited. Hence the lasso,” he forced out, shoving his own darker thoughts aside. It was amazing what kind of influence this aspect of his lover could have on him.
“Come now, you can't tell me you aren't enjoying this, too.” Catching his lower lip between his teeth, Kal rolled his hips invitingly.
“I wouldn't presume to deny it,” Bruce admitted, studiously ignoring the way heat seemed to pool low in his belly at the sight. “Not to a living lie detector such as yourself.”
“Then why would you deny yourself this, when you know what we both want? You're entirely too hard on yourself.”
The flashing in Kal's eyes and the subtle emphasis on 'hard on' made Bruce want to give up right then, his own primal urges for his lover simply too difficult to ignore any longer. He wanted Kal, no point in lying to himself about it.
A low growl rumbling up in his chest, he uncrossed his arms and leaned over the bed, wrapping his hands around Kal's bound ankles, his thumbs stroking over black fabric. Oh, how he wanted to strip away that costume and gaze at every inch of tanned, perfect skin, before loving it in equal measure. He wanted that so much it hurt, in more ways than one. “I would deny myself this,” he snarled after a moment spent staring into blue depths, his body and heart aching, “because I love you. Because I love both sides of you, and it would hurt you to do this.”
With a frustrated huff, Kal closed his eyes and dropped his head back against the pillow. “Fine, then,” he muttered angrily. “Go find Clark, already, and get this over with.” For added measure, he twisted his wrists in their binding loops and writhed on the bed.
Bruce wanted to scream with exasperation at this half of his lover; he'd never known Clark to be this contrary. But there was nothing to be done for the situation until the two halves were reunited. Releasing Kal's ankles, he stood straight and turned to head out, all the while trying desperately to will away the erection that had been building steadily over the last hour. His hand was on the doorknob when Kal's lust-filled voice stopped him.
“And tell Diana that she'll get her lasso back next week. I've got plans for it.”
A shiver shot down Bruce's back at that, and all he could do was take a calming breath before he opened the door and stepped out. He hoped Clark wouldn't mind a few days being tied up after he was reunited with his darker half, as Bruce had every intention of taking Kal up on his tempting proposal. There was only so much a man could withstand before giving in, after all.
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