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starsandsea) wrote2008-03-16 07:45 pm
starsandsea) wrote2008-03-16 07:45 pm
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Fic: Master and Slave (7/13)
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Title: Master and Slave (7/13)
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Bruce/Kal, Wally West
Word Count: 1064
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: Previous parts can be found here. Lots of thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bradygirl_12 for the hand holding and arch_schatten for the betaing!
Bruce woke up the next morning to warmth and strong arms about him and smiled. His master was still here. Bruce rolled over to look at him. He was sleeping peacefully, a satisfied smile upon his face. Bruce reached out and gently ran a hand through his master's hair. His master worked very hard ensuring the good of the kingdom. He deserved some rest. Sleepy blue eyes were staring into his.
"Good morning, master."
"It certainly is." Bruce was pulled in for a deep kiss. He sighed softly when they eventually broke apart. His master pulled him closer. Bruce was practically draped over him now, but his master didn't seem to mind. They lay like that for some time.
After a while, his master spoke. "Are you happy, my Bruce?"
Bruce blinked. He had been half asleep. "Master?"
"You seem so... lonely at times."
Bruce looked up at him now. "I'm happy, master. I... never really liked being around people much."
His master ran a hand through his hair. "Is there anything I can do that will make you happier?"
Bruce thought a little. "Master... you have all ready given me everything I could want and more."
His master's hand caressed his face now. "If there is ever anything you want, name it and it's yours."
Bruce looked away. "Thank you, Master." He settled down once more in his master's embrace, arms wrapped gently around him.
*****
His master was still here. That was... unusual. Normally he would have had to go off and see to his duties by now. Not today, it seemed, Bruce thought as he carried the breakfast tray out to the balcony. Both he and the Prince were garbed in their silk robes. They had bathed and now were out on the balcony in the morning sunshine. His master was glowing. He should. The sun did give him his amazing powers, after all. Bruce had never really seen them, except for his speed and strength.
He placed the tray down carefully in the small round wrought iron table, and began serving his master. The Prince was sitting with his eyes closed, a smile upon his face, soaking up the sun. He opened his eyes as Bruce leaned closer to him to place his plate in front of him. Bruce was surprised when his master caught his wrist. The Prince brought it to his lips, caressing his pulse point. Bruce trembled slightly. His silver manacle jingled. His master sighed softly, stopped caressing his skin with his lips, and looked sad for a moment. Bruce frowned, but his master's face was back to normal again.
He was pulled gently towards his master until he was sitting on his lap. Then, he was kissed, infinitely gently. "My Bruce." His master's breath was warm on his face.
"Master."
The moment was broken when Bruce's stomach rumbled loudly. Bruce flushed, and ducked his head. His master laughed.
"Let's eat before you starve!"
They did so, enjoying the sun and gentle breeze, Bruce still on his master's lap. He once again considered how lucky he was. There were hundreds, thousands, who would kill to be in his place. Not just to be the Prince's bedslave, but to be... content. Many masters were not kind, and used the whip without mercy. His master had never raised a hand to him in violence. Bruce didn't think he ever would. His master was smiling at him. Bruce smiled back. He was very lucky indeed.
*****
It was early afternoon. Bruce was lying on the sofa that he had moved next to the open doors of the balcony. It was almost unbearably hot. His master had had to leave immediately after lunch, and Cassandra had all ready been and gone. He wouldn't be disturbed until evening now. He was trying to continue reading his book, but he found his thoughts kept wondering. It was the heat. It had been cool for weeks, and now it was suddenly very hot. Bruce sighed. At least there was a breeze, that was something.
Bruce sighed again. He was really only half awake, the heat making him drowsy. He remembered his master's kiss before he had left. Bruce smiled sleepily. He jumped at a sudden knocking at the door. He slowly got up and dragged the sofa back to roughly the place it was meant to be, placing the book upon it, then walked to the door, opening it a crack. He opened it more when he recognized the man standing before it. Wally, one of his master's guards. He had only met him once or twice before, but he knew he was a good man.
"The Prince wants to see you." Wally grinned at him.
Bruce blinked, slightly startled. He hadn't expected his master to call for him today, but moved forward anyway, closing the door behind him. Wally started chattering at him almost immediately, subjects ranging from the latest gossip, to his family, to him, and back to gossip again. Bruce walked slightly behind him as befitted his status, and listened to it all with an inward smile. He was surprised again when Wally led him outside and into the gardens. Maybe his master wanted to soak up as much sun as possible?
They entered the Prince's private gardens. Bruce was frowning now. This didn't feel right. Something was wrong. Wally's voice trailed off as he too realized that something wasn't right. Bruce heard footsteps behind him. He was about to turn when a knife was placed under his throat. He stilled immediately. Wally, turning towards him, froze too. Bruce looked him in the eye for the first time. Don't do anything stupid.
Wally placed a hand on his sword. Don't. A man suddenly appeared behind Wally, pressing a rag over his nose and mouth. Wally went limp immediately, falling to the grass. Don't let them hurt him, Bruce prayed. He gasped as a rag was placed over his own mouth and nose. He tried to fight whatever drug was embedded in the material, but he could all ready feel everything becoming distant and hazy around him.
The last thing he saw was more assailants appearing from behind bushes, kicking Wally in the ribs.
Title: Master and Slave (7/13)
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Bruce/Kal, Wally West
Word Count: 1064
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: Previous parts can be found here. Lots of thanks to
bradygirl_12 for the hand holding and arch_schatten for the betaing! Bruce woke up the next morning to warmth and strong arms about him and smiled. His master was still here. Bruce rolled over to look at him. He was sleeping peacefully, a satisfied smile upon his face. Bruce reached out and gently ran a hand through his master's hair. His master worked very hard ensuring the good of the kingdom. He deserved some rest. Sleepy blue eyes were staring into his.
"Good morning, master."
"It certainly is." Bruce was pulled in for a deep kiss. He sighed softly when they eventually broke apart. His master pulled him closer. Bruce was practically draped over him now, but his master didn't seem to mind. They lay like that for some time.
After a while, his master spoke. "Are you happy, my Bruce?"
Bruce blinked. He had been half asleep. "Master?"
"You seem so... lonely at times."
Bruce looked up at him now. "I'm happy, master. I... never really liked being around people much."
His master ran a hand through his hair. "Is there anything I can do that will make you happier?"
Bruce thought a little. "Master... you have all ready given me everything I could want and more."
His master's hand caressed his face now. "If there is ever anything you want, name it and it's yours."
Bruce looked away. "Thank you, Master." He settled down once more in his master's embrace, arms wrapped gently around him.
*****
His master was still here. That was... unusual. Normally he would have had to go off and see to his duties by now. Not today, it seemed, Bruce thought as he carried the breakfast tray out to the balcony. Both he and the Prince were garbed in their silk robes. They had bathed and now were out on the balcony in the morning sunshine. His master was glowing. He should. The sun did give him his amazing powers, after all. Bruce had never really seen them, except for his speed and strength.
He placed the tray down carefully in the small round wrought iron table, and began serving his master. The Prince was sitting with his eyes closed, a smile upon his face, soaking up the sun. He opened his eyes as Bruce leaned closer to him to place his plate in front of him. Bruce was surprised when his master caught his wrist. The Prince brought it to his lips, caressing his pulse point. Bruce trembled slightly. His silver manacle jingled. His master sighed softly, stopped caressing his skin with his lips, and looked sad for a moment. Bruce frowned, but his master's face was back to normal again.
He was pulled gently towards his master until he was sitting on his lap. Then, he was kissed, infinitely gently. "My Bruce." His master's breath was warm on his face.
"Master."
The moment was broken when Bruce's stomach rumbled loudly. Bruce flushed, and ducked his head. His master laughed.
"Let's eat before you starve!"
They did so, enjoying the sun and gentle breeze, Bruce still on his master's lap. He once again considered how lucky he was. There were hundreds, thousands, who would kill to be in his place. Not just to be the Prince's bedslave, but to be... content. Many masters were not kind, and used the whip without mercy. His master had never raised a hand to him in violence. Bruce didn't think he ever would. His master was smiling at him. Bruce smiled back. He was very lucky indeed.
*****
It was early afternoon. Bruce was lying on the sofa that he had moved next to the open doors of the balcony. It was almost unbearably hot. His master had had to leave immediately after lunch, and Cassandra had all ready been and gone. He wouldn't be disturbed until evening now. He was trying to continue reading his book, but he found his thoughts kept wondering. It was the heat. It had been cool for weeks, and now it was suddenly very hot. Bruce sighed. At least there was a breeze, that was something.
Bruce sighed again. He was really only half awake, the heat making him drowsy. He remembered his master's kiss before he had left. Bruce smiled sleepily. He jumped at a sudden knocking at the door. He slowly got up and dragged the sofa back to roughly the place it was meant to be, placing the book upon it, then walked to the door, opening it a crack. He opened it more when he recognized the man standing before it. Wally, one of his master's guards. He had only met him once or twice before, but he knew he was a good man.
"The Prince wants to see you." Wally grinned at him.
Bruce blinked, slightly startled. He hadn't expected his master to call for him today, but moved forward anyway, closing the door behind him. Wally started chattering at him almost immediately, subjects ranging from the latest gossip, to his family, to him, and back to gossip again. Bruce walked slightly behind him as befitted his status, and listened to it all with an inward smile. He was surprised again when Wally led him outside and into the gardens. Maybe his master wanted to soak up as much sun as possible?
They entered the Prince's private gardens. Bruce was frowning now. This didn't feel right. Something was wrong. Wally's voice trailed off as he too realized that something wasn't right. Bruce heard footsteps behind him. He was about to turn when a knife was placed under his throat. He stilled immediately. Wally, turning towards him, froze too. Bruce looked him in the eye for the first time. Don't do anything stupid.
Wally placed a hand on his sword. Don't. A man suddenly appeared behind Wally, pressing a rag over his nose and mouth. Wally went limp immediately, falling to the grass. Don't let them hurt him, Bruce prayed. He gasped as a rag was placed over his own mouth and nose. He tried to fight whatever drug was embedded in the material, but he could all ready feel everything becoming distant and hazy around him.
The last thing he saw was more assailants appearing from behind bushes, kicking Wally in the ribs.