Fic: Master and Slave (9/13)
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starsandseaTitle: Master and Slave (9/13)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Bruce/Kal
Word Count: 666
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 and arch_schatten for the betaing and handholding! :)
Some time passed; Bruce didn't know how long. He kept his eyes shut. The door never opened. He was alone, alone with his memories.
He thought of Wally, the look on his face when the attackers placed the knife upon his throat; his anger at having been used. Bruce thought of his body, lying on the ground, sweet smelling flowers all about him.
He thought of Cassandra, of how they had formed an incredibly unlikely friendship, of her daily visits, his gentle explanations of a word she didn't know, her shy smile. He thought of her brothers, two older, and a younger. He hoped they were all right, and looking after each other still. He hoped they had enough food.
He thought of Diana, of her strength and beauty, her encouraging eyes and smile, her fierceness defending the Prince, her gentleness towards him.
But most of all, Bruce thought of his master. He thought of the tenderness he had shown him, the indulgent smile he had given him when he caught him first looking at his books, his gentle laughter, his passion stained gaze. He thought of his skilled hands upon his body, his intense kisses, the way he looked when he took him. He thought of their morning together, of how they had shared an orange after their breakfast, feeding each other the juicy segments. He remembered licking the juice off the Prince's fingers, his master's increasingly lustful gaze, until he ended up taking him, right there on the balcony.
Bruce kept his eyes closed tight so he didn't have to see the manacles, see Luthor's insignia adorning them. His master hadn't sold him. He had to believe that. He had been kidnapped, not sold. His master would be coming for him soon. He had to be. Bruce repeated it like a mantra.
His master would find him soon, and take him home, back to the Palace. His master would...
*****
It was during this time that Bruce realized he loved him. He had fallen in love with his master. He would have laughed if didn't hurt so much only breathing. He had fallen in love with the Prince. Fallen in love with a man who would never love him back. Bruce kept his eyes shut. He remembered the look on his master's face as he had left, remembered his thorough kiss. He remembered his master's arms about him in a calming embrace after his nightmares. He remembered his master's eyes. The brilliant blue, following his every move, his intense gaze upon his body. His lips caressing his scars.
Bruce lay in a dried pool of his blood, feeling bruises cover his body, felt small creatures biting his skin and tried not to move. He kept his eyes shut, and thought and dreamed of his master, imagined him opening the door, freeing him from his chains, catching him up in his arms and kissing him, whispering "I love you".
He would awake every time to pain and darkness, only to begin over again.
*****
Bruce was dreaming again. In his dream there was a sudden 'BANG', and people crying out in pain. Then there was silence. Swords clashed suddenly, and angry voices yelled. There were hurried footsteps, and keys ratting. The door opened, bright light spilling into darkness.
Bruce dreamed that he opened his eyes and saw his master and Diana and J'onn and an unharmed Wally standing in the doorway, looking in. He dreamed that his master spoke his name, agony and hope mingling together in his voice. He dreamed that his master came forward and effortlessly broke the manacles chaining him. He dreamed that his master gathered him in his arms and wrapped him in his red cape, whispering his name. He dreamed that his master kissed him, infinitely softly, whispering for his ears alone that he loved him.
And because it was only a dream, Bruce whispered that he loved him too.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Bruce/Kal
Word Count: 666
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: Previous parts can be found here. Lots of thanks to
bradygirl_12 and arch_schatten for the betaing and handholding! :)Some time passed; Bruce didn't know how long. He kept his eyes shut. The door never opened. He was alone, alone with his memories.
He thought of Wally, the look on his face when the attackers placed the knife upon his throat; his anger at having been used. Bruce thought of his body, lying on the ground, sweet smelling flowers all about him.
He thought of Cassandra, of how they had formed an incredibly unlikely friendship, of her daily visits, his gentle explanations of a word she didn't know, her shy smile. He thought of her brothers, two older, and a younger. He hoped they were all right, and looking after each other still. He hoped they had enough food.
He thought of Diana, of her strength and beauty, her encouraging eyes and smile, her fierceness defending the Prince, her gentleness towards him.
But most of all, Bruce thought of his master. He thought of the tenderness he had shown him, the indulgent smile he had given him when he caught him first looking at his books, his gentle laughter, his passion stained gaze. He thought of his skilled hands upon his body, his intense kisses, the way he looked when he took him. He thought of their morning together, of how they had shared an orange after their breakfast, feeding each other the juicy segments. He remembered licking the juice off the Prince's fingers, his master's increasingly lustful gaze, until he ended up taking him, right there on the balcony.
Bruce kept his eyes closed tight so he didn't have to see the manacles, see Luthor's insignia adorning them. His master hadn't sold him. He had to believe that. He had been kidnapped, not sold. His master would be coming for him soon. He had to be. Bruce repeated it like a mantra.
His master would find him soon, and take him home, back to the Palace. His master would...
*****
It was during this time that Bruce realized he loved him. He had fallen in love with his master. He would have laughed if didn't hurt so much only breathing. He had fallen in love with the Prince. Fallen in love with a man who would never love him back. Bruce kept his eyes shut. He remembered the look on his master's face as he had left, remembered his thorough kiss. He remembered his master's arms about him in a calming embrace after his nightmares. He remembered his master's eyes. The brilliant blue, following his every move, his intense gaze upon his body. His lips caressing his scars.
Bruce lay in a dried pool of his blood, feeling bruises cover his body, felt small creatures biting his skin and tried not to move. He kept his eyes shut, and thought and dreamed of his master, imagined him opening the door, freeing him from his chains, catching him up in his arms and kissing him, whispering "I love you".
He would awake every time to pain and darkness, only to begin over again.
*****
Bruce was dreaming again. In his dream there was a sudden 'BANG', and people crying out in pain. Then there was silence. Swords clashed suddenly, and angry voices yelled. There were hurried footsteps, and keys ratting. The door opened, bright light spilling into darkness.
Bruce dreamed that he opened his eyes and saw his master and Diana and J'onn and an unharmed Wally standing in the doorway, looking in. He dreamed that his master spoke his name, agony and hope mingling together in his voice. He dreamed that his master came forward and effortlessly broke the manacles chaining him. He dreamed that his master gathered him in his arms and wrapped him in his red cape, whispering his name. He dreamed that his master kissed him, infinitely softly, whispering for his ears alone that he loved him.
And because it was only a dream, Bruce whispered that he loved him too.
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Date: 2008-04-15 09:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-16 07:24 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it! Thank you for commenting! :)