Fic: Master and Slave (1/13)
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starsandseaTitle: Master and Slave, Chapter 1
Rating: PG-13 - R
Pairings: Bruce/Clark, some Bruce/Lex
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: This fic is basically a rip off of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bradygirl_12's wonderful 'Rainbow's Freedom', except with Bruce as the slave. Betaed by the amazing arch_schatten, and special thanks to bradygirl_12 for the hand holding. :)
Bruce gazed at the books hungrily. To be able to read again! He couldn't remember much about his past, but he knew he had a love for books, an insatiable appetite for knowledge. It was something he hardly got to indulge in these days. Bruce closed his eyes for a split second, pushing away the memories of his time with the slavers. He caught a flash of movement out the corner of his eye: a glimmer of golden armor and rope, the hilt of a sword, the gleam of a circlet. Diana, Prince Kal's chief bodyguard. He had felt like he had known her from the moment he had first laid eyes upon her, in the hour after Prince Kal had bought him as his bed slave. She was one of the very few people he trusted.
Bruce caressed the spines of the books as he thought about the prince. He had heard rumors that the prince was a awful man, and while caring for his kingdom, also cared a great deal about himself as well. That he had paid so much for a bed warmer certainly indicated so. But, once they were behind closed doors, and he was in the prince's bed... while he clearly had his own desires, Bruce had been surprised by how... considerate he was. He made sure that Bruce received equal pleasure and whenever he did something that brought back memories of the slavers, he stopped immediately, and dedicated himself to making Bruce feel only pleasure for the rest of the night. It was strange and Bruce didn't understand it, but his master was a good man. A kind man. Whatever Bruce wanted his master gave to him. So, he was here in the palace library with instructions to take as many books as he wished. Bruce sighed again, happy this time, and pulled a book off the shelf slowly. He smiled as he opened its covers and ran his hands over the pages.
"Ahem." Bruce jumped, caught as he was in his own world. He looked at the man standing before him and suppressed a groan. Lex Luthor, one of the kingdom's most powerful men. Bruce swallowed, closed the book, and lowered his eyes to the floor.
"Sir," he whispered quietly. Luthor chuckled. He felt fingers placed under his chin, forcing his head up. Bruce closed his eyes so the rebellion he knew was flashing in them wouldn't be seen. This was one of Luthor's games. No one except his master was supposed to touch him, as he belonged to the Prince alone, but since he was a slave, he couldn't attack anyone who did. Bruce opened his eyes, fixing them on Luthor's shoulder. The fingers moved so they were caressing his lips.
"How is the prince's sex slave this lovely evening?"
Bruce bit down on his tongue. "I am fine, sir, thank you."
Luthor laughed again and moved closer to him. Bruce took a step backwards and found his back pressed against the bookshelves. Luthor moved his hand to the back of his neck, tangling his fingers in his hair.
"You are so handsome. I can see why the Prince spent so much on you." Bruce remained silent. Where was Diana? He couldn't lay a hand on the slime in human form before him, but Diana could... Luthor pressed even closer, forcing a thigh between his legs. Bruce struggled to show no reaction. Luthor smirked.
"You do know the fascination will ware off for him soon? Maybe not this week, but maybe next... he'll get bored and replace you with another pretty young thing, and when he does..." Luthor pressed even closer, hand tightening in his hair. Bruce could feel his hardness against his thigh, his breath was on his face, his lips almost touching his.
"What will happen then, Luthor? Please, do enlighten me." Bruce and Luthor both jumped at the first word, Luthor moving quickly away from him, eyes wide. Bruce lowered his eyes to the floor again, bowing his head.
"Your Highness! I was just... ah..." Bruce saw Diana move next to him, hand upon her sword. Bruce clutched the book he was still holding and listened to Luthor's weak explanation, blaming Bruce, of course, and felt self-hatred rage inside of him. Tears of anger blurred his vision. He should have done something; anything would have been better than allowing this to happen... anything, he was worthless and his master would find someone else far better than him to share his bed, he knew that...
A gentle hand was placed upon his arm. Bruce blinked at it, vision still blurred. His master's hand. Fingers were placed under his chin again, gently encouraging this time, not forceful. He took a deep breath and raised his head fully. He kept his eyes on the prince's chin. His master wrapped his arms about him, bringing him close to his chest. Bruce sighed. He had been forgiven beyond reason again. He felt lips brush across his cheek, his master's warm breath as he spoke in his ear.
"He' s gone now."
"I'm sorry, Master." Bruce let out a trembling breath. The Prince pulled away from him slightly, cupping his face in his hands. Bruce closed his eyes. His master's lips brushed over them, infinitely gentle, then over his nose, before capturing his softy.
"There is nothing for me to forgive." Bruce nodded slowly, finally opening his eyes, still not daring to look at his master's face. He saw Diana's form next to them, guarding. Bruce sighed again and looked at the floor. The prince's eyes were upon him, he knew. His master's arm wrapped in his cape went about his shoulders, the red silk caressing him.
"Let's go back to my rooms." His master gently nudged him forward. Diana moved in front of them. Bruce looked at her red boots. The book was still clutched in his hands.
Rating: PG-13 - R
Pairings: Bruce/Clark, some Bruce/Lex
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: This fic is basically a rip off of
bradygirl_12's wonderful 'Rainbow's Freedom', except with Bruce as the slave. Betaed by the amazing arch_schatten, and special thanks to bradygirl_12 for the hand holding. :)Bruce gazed at the books hungrily. To be able to read again! He couldn't remember much about his past, but he knew he had a love for books, an insatiable appetite for knowledge. It was something he hardly got to indulge in these days. Bruce closed his eyes for a split second, pushing away the memories of his time with the slavers. He caught a flash of movement out the corner of his eye: a glimmer of golden armor and rope, the hilt of a sword, the gleam of a circlet. Diana, Prince Kal's chief bodyguard. He had felt like he had known her from the moment he had first laid eyes upon her, in the hour after Prince Kal had bought him as his bed slave. She was one of the very few people he trusted.
Bruce caressed the spines of the books as he thought about the prince. He had heard rumors that the prince was a awful man, and while caring for his kingdom, also cared a great deal about himself as well. That he had paid so much for a bed warmer certainly indicated so. But, once they were behind closed doors, and he was in the prince's bed... while he clearly had his own desires, Bruce had been surprised by how... considerate he was. He made sure that Bruce received equal pleasure and whenever he did something that brought back memories of the slavers, he stopped immediately, and dedicated himself to making Bruce feel only pleasure for the rest of the night. It was strange and Bruce didn't understand it, but his master was a good man. A kind man. Whatever Bruce wanted his master gave to him. So, he was here in the palace library with instructions to take as many books as he wished. Bruce sighed again, happy this time, and pulled a book off the shelf slowly. He smiled as he opened its covers and ran his hands over the pages.
"Ahem." Bruce jumped, caught as he was in his own world. He looked at the man standing before him and suppressed a groan. Lex Luthor, one of the kingdom's most powerful men. Bruce swallowed, closed the book, and lowered his eyes to the floor.
"Sir," he whispered quietly. Luthor chuckled. He felt fingers placed under his chin, forcing his head up. Bruce closed his eyes so the rebellion he knew was flashing in them wouldn't be seen. This was one of Luthor's games. No one except his master was supposed to touch him, as he belonged to the Prince alone, but since he was a slave, he couldn't attack anyone who did. Bruce opened his eyes, fixing them on Luthor's shoulder. The fingers moved so they were caressing his lips.
"How is the prince's sex slave this lovely evening?"
Bruce bit down on his tongue. "I am fine, sir, thank you."
Luthor laughed again and moved closer to him. Bruce took a step backwards and found his back pressed against the bookshelves. Luthor moved his hand to the back of his neck, tangling his fingers in his hair.
"You are so handsome. I can see why the Prince spent so much on you." Bruce remained silent. Where was Diana? He couldn't lay a hand on the slime in human form before him, but Diana could... Luthor pressed even closer, forcing a thigh between his legs. Bruce struggled to show no reaction. Luthor smirked.
"You do know the fascination will ware off for him soon? Maybe not this week, but maybe next... he'll get bored and replace you with another pretty young thing, and when he does..." Luthor pressed even closer, hand tightening in his hair. Bruce could feel his hardness against his thigh, his breath was on his face, his lips almost touching his.
"What will happen then, Luthor? Please, do enlighten me." Bruce and Luthor both jumped at the first word, Luthor moving quickly away from him, eyes wide. Bruce lowered his eyes to the floor again, bowing his head.
"Your Highness! I was just... ah..." Bruce saw Diana move next to him, hand upon her sword. Bruce clutched the book he was still holding and listened to Luthor's weak explanation, blaming Bruce, of course, and felt self-hatred rage inside of him. Tears of anger blurred his vision. He should have done something; anything would have been better than allowing this to happen... anything, he was worthless and his master would find someone else far better than him to share his bed, he knew that...
A gentle hand was placed upon his arm. Bruce blinked at it, vision still blurred. His master's hand. Fingers were placed under his chin again, gently encouraging this time, not forceful. He took a deep breath and raised his head fully. He kept his eyes on the prince's chin. His master wrapped his arms about him, bringing him close to his chest. Bruce sighed. He had been forgiven beyond reason again. He felt lips brush across his cheek, his master's warm breath as he spoke in his ear.
"He' s gone now."
"I'm sorry, Master." Bruce let out a trembling breath. The Prince pulled away from him slightly, cupping his face in his hands. Bruce closed his eyes. His master's lips brushed over them, infinitely gentle, then over his nose, before capturing his softy.
"There is nothing for me to forgive." Bruce nodded slowly, finally opening his eyes, still not daring to look at his master's face. He saw Diana's form next to them, guarding. Bruce sighed again and looked at the floor. The prince's eyes were upon him, he knew. His master's arm wrapped in his cape went about his shoulders, the red silk caressing him.
"Let's go back to my rooms." His master gently nudged him forward. Diana moved in front of them. Bruce looked at her red boots. The book was still clutched in his hands.
