Fic: Master and Slave (3/13)
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starsandseaTitle: Master and Slave (3/13)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Bruce/Kal
Word Count: 1270
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: Previous parts can be found Here. Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
arch_schatten for the beta, and bradygirl_12 for the hand holding!
Bruce opened his eyes sleepily; sunlight was creeping in through the cracks in the dark blue curtains. He was in his Master's bed. He smiled slightly. He could vaguely remember moving to the far more spacious bed at some point during the night, but it was lost in the haze of passion the rest of his memories of the night had. His smile widened. His future might be uncertain, but his master was giving him the most pleasure he had ever received. Bruce stretched slightly. The cool silk sheets were soft against his skin. He was alone, as he normally was when he woke up, unless he had a nightmare, when his master would hold him and whisper gently to him until the fear and guilt slowly faded into the background again. His master's duties as Prince ensured that he only very rarely had time for a lie in. Or, at least, that had been the case in the admittedly short time Bruce had spent in his bed.
Bruce stretched his whole body out, going limp for a moment afterwards. Then he sighed and sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He walked over to the chair where his robe laid waiting for him, silver manacles clinking slightly. He slipped the blue silk robe about his body. Everything was silk. His master's favorite. Bruce eyed the room. It was obvious that last night had been... eventful. He snorted and moved to the bathing rooms attached to the Prince's bedroom. A novelty to him, being able to bathe on his own. It was more of a pool than a bath, really, a pool set into the floor that had a constant flow of temperature regulated water flowing. Bruce slipped the robe off and walked down the marble steps into the warm water. He stood for a moment, letting the water push at him, removing some of the sweat and semen that coated his skin. Then, he dunked his head under, feeling his sweat coated locks soften almost immediately. He broke the surface and moved to a side of the pool where the soaps were kept. The smell of oranges assaulted him. His master's favorites. Anything that resembled the sun was his master's favorite. Bruce frowned. He had always been told that he was more like the moon. At least, he thought he had. He shook his head to clear the phantom memories and continued bathing, washing away the rest of the grime from his body and his hair. Then, he swam back to the steps and slowly walked out of the pool. He grabbed a fluffy towel and dried himself, rubbing his hair vigorously.
He went back into the Prince's bedroom to find what his master had selected for him to wear this day. A midnight blue, so dark it was almost black, shirt and trousers were waiting for him. Silk again. Bruce pulled them on, his manacles jingling. Bed slaves wore manacles upon their ankles too, and did not wear shoes or socks. Probably so their eager master's didn't have to deal with an added delay, Bruce thought with a wry smile. A breakfast tray was waiting for him. He walked over to it after brushing his hair, stomach rumbling slightly. His master had been full of energy last night after their quiet time on the sofa. Bruce eyed the room ruefully as he ate. It was a mess. He finished eating and then started tidying. While it wasn't his job to do so, it helped pass the time. It was a problem all bed slaves had to deal with: what to do during daylight hours when their master's were busy? Bruce knew many spent the day in bed, sleeping. Other's helped themselves to the other slaves. Bruce did neither. He wasn't used to being idle, and his experiences with the slavers had put him off sex for life. Except with his master. Bruce sighed. He really didn't know what he was going to do after the Prince sold him. He was a poor excuse for a bed slave. He sighed again.
Well, no need to worry about that right now. He continued clearing up the room, folding the clothes from yesterday and placing them in a pile for when the laundress would come and collect them. He moved the sofa back to its original position, and straightened the rug before the fireplace. He picked up his book from the day before that was still lying on the floor and placed it upon a sideboard. He stripped the bed of its coverings, blushing slightly at the stains the sheets now bore. Last, he opened the curtains and the balcony doors. He breathed in the morning air, smiling softly. It was a beautiful day, the sun shining brightly. It had been cold for this time of year, but it was starting to warm up now. He retrieved his book and sat in a comfy chair on the balcony, enjoying the sun. It was a wonderful view from here, overlooking the capital city.
Bruce sighed softly. He had very little to do the rest of the day. Occasionally his master would call for him to accompany him somewhere, or to go down to his study, but those were rare times. Even more occasionally, Diana would come in and talk to him for a while. But normally, with the exception of his master sometimes returning to change his clothes, he spent the day alone. A tentative knocking at the door. Bruce smiled. Not completely alone. He got up and opened the door to the rooms. A young girl was waiting patently.
"Hello Cassandra. How are you?" He asked as she entered the room. Cassandra, the cleaning maid. She was often the only person he saw during the day. She spoke broken English and was only 13 or so, but he looked forward to her arrival nonetheless.
"I fine. You?"
Bruce smiled again as he closed the door. "I'm fine." He helped her change the sheets on the bed, blushing again, and collect the dirty clothes to be washed. They talked quietly as they did so, Cassandra telling him the gossip of the day. As always, Bruce had saved the vast majority of his breakfast. He was incredibly lucky since his status as the Prince's bed slave meant he was well fed. Unlike Cassandra and her brothers. They were all slaves and although not biologically siblings, they all looked out for each other and had formed a family unit. They were never given enough food and since Bruce never ate all of his, he had started giving the spares to Cassandra to be smuggled back to her brothers and shared among themselves. Bruce knew his master suspected something was going on since he was not gaining any weight as he should have been if he ate all the food, but he had never said anything. Cassandra hugged him every time. She was the only person except his master who he accepted touching him. Bruce just shrugged. He knew what it was like to be hungry, and no one as young as Cassandra should know how it felt too. If he could help Cassandra and her brothers during his short time as the Prince's bed slave then he would continue to do so for as long as he could. Cassandra grinned at him as she left, the food hidden in the sheets. Bruce smiled back. He went back to the balcony and his book.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Bruce/Kal
Word Count: 1270
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: Previous parts can be found Here. Many thanks to
arch_schatten for the beta, and bradygirl_12 for the hand holding! Bruce opened his eyes sleepily; sunlight was creeping in through the cracks in the dark blue curtains. He was in his Master's bed. He smiled slightly. He could vaguely remember moving to the far more spacious bed at some point during the night, but it was lost in the haze of passion the rest of his memories of the night had. His smile widened. His future might be uncertain, but his master was giving him the most pleasure he had ever received. Bruce stretched slightly. The cool silk sheets were soft against his skin. He was alone, as he normally was when he woke up, unless he had a nightmare, when his master would hold him and whisper gently to him until the fear and guilt slowly faded into the background again. His master's duties as Prince ensured that he only very rarely had time for a lie in. Or, at least, that had been the case in the admittedly short time Bruce had spent in his bed.
Bruce stretched his whole body out, going limp for a moment afterwards. Then he sighed and sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He walked over to the chair where his robe laid waiting for him, silver manacles clinking slightly. He slipped the blue silk robe about his body. Everything was silk. His master's favorite. Bruce eyed the room. It was obvious that last night had been... eventful. He snorted and moved to the bathing rooms attached to the Prince's bedroom. A novelty to him, being able to bathe on his own. It was more of a pool than a bath, really, a pool set into the floor that had a constant flow of temperature regulated water flowing. Bruce slipped the robe off and walked down the marble steps into the warm water. He stood for a moment, letting the water push at him, removing some of the sweat and semen that coated his skin. Then, he dunked his head under, feeling his sweat coated locks soften almost immediately. He broke the surface and moved to a side of the pool where the soaps were kept. The smell of oranges assaulted him. His master's favorites. Anything that resembled the sun was his master's favorite. Bruce frowned. He had always been told that he was more like the moon. At least, he thought he had. He shook his head to clear the phantom memories and continued bathing, washing away the rest of the grime from his body and his hair. Then, he swam back to the steps and slowly walked out of the pool. He grabbed a fluffy towel and dried himself, rubbing his hair vigorously.
He went back into the Prince's bedroom to find what his master had selected for him to wear this day. A midnight blue, so dark it was almost black, shirt and trousers were waiting for him. Silk again. Bruce pulled them on, his manacles jingling. Bed slaves wore manacles upon their ankles too, and did not wear shoes or socks. Probably so their eager master's didn't have to deal with an added delay, Bruce thought with a wry smile. A breakfast tray was waiting for him. He walked over to it after brushing his hair, stomach rumbling slightly. His master had been full of energy last night after their quiet time on the sofa. Bruce eyed the room ruefully as he ate. It was a mess. He finished eating and then started tidying. While it wasn't his job to do so, it helped pass the time. It was a problem all bed slaves had to deal with: what to do during daylight hours when their master's were busy? Bruce knew many spent the day in bed, sleeping. Other's helped themselves to the other slaves. Bruce did neither. He wasn't used to being idle, and his experiences with the slavers had put him off sex for life. Except with his master. Bruce sighed. He really didn't know what he was going to do after the Prince sold him. He was a poor excuse for a bed slave. He sighed again.
Well, no need to worry about that right now. He continued clearing up the room, folding the clothes from yesterday and placing them in a pile for when the laundress would come and collect them. He moved the sofa back to its original position, and straightened the rug before the fireplace. He picked up his book from the day before that was still lying on the floor and placed it upon a sideboard. He stripped the bed of its coverings, blushing slightly at the stains the sheets now bore. Last, he opened the curtains and the balcony doors. He breathed in the morning air, smiling softly. It was a beautiful day, the sun shining brightly. It had been cold for this time of year, but it was starting to warm up now. He retrieved his book and sat in a comfy chair on the balcony, enjoying the sun. It was a wonderful view from here, overlooking the capital city.
Bruce sighed softly. He had very little to do the rest of the day. Occasionally his master would call for him to accompany him somewhere, or to go down to his study, but those were rare times. Even more occasionally, Diana would come in and talk to him for a while. But normally, with the exception of his master sometimes returning to change his clothes, he spent the day alone. A tentative knocking at the door. Bruce smiled. Not completely alone. He got up and opened the door to the rooms. A young girl was waiting patently.
"Hello Cassandra. How are you?" He asked as she entered the room. Cassandra, the cleaning maid. She was often the only person he saw during the day. She spoke broken English and was only 13 or so, but he looked forward to her arrival nonetheless.
"I fine. You?"
Bruce smiled again as he closed the door. "I'm fine." He helped her change the sheets on the bed, blushing again, and collect the dirty clothes to be washed. They talked quietly as they did so, Cassandra telling him the gossip of the day. As always, Bruce had saved the vast majority of his breakfast. He was incredibly lucky since his status as the Prince's bed slave meant he was well fed. Unlike Cassandra and her brothers. They were all slaves and although not biologically siblings, they all looked out for each other and had formed a family unit. They were never given enough food and since Bruce never ate all of his, he had started giving the spares to Cassandra to be smuggled back to her brothers and shared among themselves. Bruce knew his master suspected something was going on since he was not gaining any weight as he should have been if he ate all the food, but he had never said anything. Cassandra hugged him every time. She was the only person except his master who he accepted touching him. Bruce just shrugged. He knew what it was like to be hungry, and no one as young as Cassandra should know how it felt too. If he could help Cassandra and her brothers during his short time as the Prince's bed slave then he would continue to do so for as long as he could. Cassandra grinned at him as she left, the food hidden in the sheets. Bruce smiled back. He went back to the balcony and his book.
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Date: 2008-01-20 09:59 pm (UTC)Bruce is so sweet here. Great job!
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Date: 2008-01-21 08:06 pm (UTC)Bruce is very adorable here, isn't he? *pets him*
Thank you for commenting! :D
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Date: 2008-01-21 02:12 am (UTC)Bruce is wonderful here, so thoughtful and kind and Cass is adorable.
Great chapter.
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Date: 2008-01-21 08:08 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-21 05:26 pm (UTC)And of course you know how much I'm interested in seeing Cassandra's brothers! ;)
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Date: 2008-01-21 08:08 pm (UTC)LOL, yes I do! *grins*
I'm really glad you liked it! :D
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Date: 2008-01-22 12:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-22 07:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-22 09:53 pm (UTC)Eager for more.
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Date: 2008-01-23 07:58 pm (UTC)I hope that Lex has no power to to hurt Clark in this arc.
*shifty eyes* Ahem. Yes.
There should be more next week! Thank you for commenting! :)
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Date: 2008-01-23 03:02 am (UTC)Too bad he stays by himself all day... but then, I guess Bruce was always a bit of a loner, so maybe it's not so bad after all. :p
Bravo!!
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Date: 2008-01-23 08:02 pm (UTC)*sighs a little* Yeah, this Bruce is so very OOC, which is one of the reasons I was so worried about this fic. But... well, he's broken, really. *pets him carefully*
Too bad he stays by himself all day... but then, I guess Bruce was always a bit of a loner, so maybe it's not so bad after all. :p
He's not alone! He has his book! LOL. Him being alone all day is much better for him than the alternative, which is to go with Kal everywhere, and be stared at - and not only that - by the nobles. *pets him again*
I'm glad you liked it! :D
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