Fic: Master and Slave (2/13)
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starsandseaTitle: Master and Slave (2/13)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Bruce/Kal, hints of Bruce/Lex
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: Previous parts can be found Here. Much thanks to the amazing and wonderful![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
arch_schatten for betaing, and bradygirl_12 for the hand holding. Also for saavikam77's birthday! :)
The door closed softly behind them. His master still had his arm about his shoulders and Bruce was still looking at the floor. He was guided to the sofa next to the fireplace. The Prince sat down. Bruce fell to his knees in front of him, placing the book on the floor. He raised his hands and started undoing the elaborate lacings upon his master's boots. He could feel the Prince's eyes upon him, probably thinking of how he would need to replace him soon, as Luthor had said. He had brought nothing but trouble to the Prince, and he certainly wasn't worth the extortionate price he had paid for him. He didn't even have full memories, not to mention the scars that adorned his body. He would have been lucky if, when the slavers tired of him, he would have been able to be a common street whore. But, for some reason, when the Prince had seen him, he had become determined to have him for himself, letting himself be swindled out of a large fortune to have him.
Maybe he was just experimenting. Maybe he just wanted to know what it was like to bed someone who was marred, imperfect. The Prince himself had a perfect body, a god given flesh form. He would sell him soon enough, and while he wouldn't be able to get anywhere near the price he had paid for him, being the Prince's ex-bed slave was bound to add some allure. Bruce knew how it would go. He would be sold to someone like Lex Luthor, and then resold and resold until he was on the streets, fending for himself, lucky to be earning any money at all, and even then only from those truly desperate.
There were thousands of pretty young things ready to take his place. He would just have to enjoy being the Prince's favored one for the next few days until he was sold. Bruce frowned to himself. He didn't want to have to leave. When the Prince looked at him, he actually seemed to care, a concept as alien as his master was. But he would be forgotten about soon enough. It was all just a matter of time. The firelight twinkled off the silver manacles upon his wrists. Slave manacles. His were so much more delicate than other slaves, given his slave status. They could almost be mistaken for bracelets.
"Bruce."
He started. Lost in his thoughts he hadn't realized that he had finished untying the laces. Bruce swallowed and murmured an apology, removing the soft leather boots. If he carried on like this then he was only going to hasten his departure from these rooms. His master placed a hand on his face, cupping it, bringing it up so he could see his face. The Prince stared at him for a while, before speaking.
"Up."
Bruce quickly obeyed the command, joining his master upon the sofa. Arms went about him again, bringing him in until he was reclining against his master's chest. The Prince swung his feet up so he was lying on the sofa. Bruce curled his legs slightly. His master's cape, now loose, floated down around their bodies, the red silk covering them like a blanket. Bruce rested his head near his master's heart. One of his master's hands was cradling the back of his head, threading his fingers through his hair. Bruce closed his eyes.
"Did he hurt you?" The question was asked low.
Bruce blinked his eyes open. He moved away from the warm body slightly. "Master?"
A hand tightened at his waist. The Prince was staring fixedly into the fire. "Luthor." The name was growled, threatening dire consequences.
Bruce lowered his head. "No," he murmured.
His master shifted them suddenly so they were staring into each others eyes. His hair was brushed away from his face, so he had nothing to hide behind.
"You never have to lie to me, my Bruce."
Bruce took a deep breath. "I know, Master. He didn't hurt me."
The Prince nodded slowly. "Alright."
Bruce was settled down in his previous position again. There was silence for some time with only the crackling of the fire as any noise. His master's hand was caressing his hair. Bruce bit his lip. "Master?" He asked quietly.
"Hmm?"
He seemed to be in a better mood now. "I..." Bruce sighed. "Thank you," was all he eventually said.
His master's hand stopped stroking his hair. "Is that all?"
Bruce nodded. The chest supporting him rumbled. His master was laughing lowly. He moved them again quickly, so Bruce was lying underneath his warm body, red silk all about them. His master's eyes were silvery blue, lust staining them. Their bodies were pressed close together, his master's hardness against his own responding body. Their hips were ground together. Bruce closed his eyes involuntary, and bit down on his lower lip. His heard his Master's husky chuckle again, before his lips were captured forcibly. Bruce groaned, and writhed under his Master's skilled hands.
He knew he wouldn't get any sleep tonight.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Bruce/Kal, hints of Bruce/Lex
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: Previous parts can be found Here. Much thanks to the amazing and wonderful
arch_schatten for betaing, and bradygirl_12 for the hand holding. Also for saavikam77's birthday! :)The door closed softly behind them. His master still had his arm about his shoulders and Bruce was still looking at the floor. He was guided to the sofa next to the fireplace. The Prince sat down. Bruce fell to his knees in front of him, placing the book on the floor. He raised his hands and started undoing the elaborate lacings upon his master's boots. He could feel the Prince's eyes upon him, probably thinking of how he would need to replace him soon, as Luthor had said. He had brought nothing but trouble to the Prince, and he certainly wasn't worth the extortionate price he had paid for him. He didn't even have full memories, not to mention the scars that adorned his body. He would have been lucky if, when the slavers tired of him, he would have been able to be a common street whore. But, for some reason, when the Prince had seen him, he had become determined to have him for himself, letting himself be swindled out of a large fortune to have him.
Maybe he was just experimenting. Maybe he just wanted to know what it was like to bed someone who was marred, imperfect. The Prince himself had a perfect body, a god given flesh form. He would sell him soon enough, and while he wouldn't be able to get anywhere near the price he had paid for him, being the Prince's ex-bed slave was bound to add some allure. Bruce knew how it would go. He would be sold to someone like Lex Luthor, and then resold and resold until he was on the streets, fending for himself, lucky to be earning any money at all, and even then only from those truly desperate.
There were thousands of pretty young things ready to take his place. He would just have to enjoy being the Prince's favored one for the next few days until he was sold. Bruce frowned to himself. He didn't want to have to leave. When the Prince looked at him, he actually seemed to care, a concept as alien as his master was. But he would be forgotten about soon enough. It was all just a matter of time. The firelight twinkled off the silver manacles upon his wrists. Slave manacles. His were so much more delicate than other slaves, given his slave status. They could almost be mistaken for bracelets.
"Bruce."
He started. Lost in his thoughts he hadn't realized that he had finished untying the laces. Bruce swallowed and murmured an apology, removing the soft leather boots. If he carried on like this then he was only going to hasten his departure from these rooms. His master placed a hand on his face, cupping it, bringing it up so he could see his face. The Prince stared at him for a while, before speaking.
"Up."
Bruce quickly obeyed the command, joining his master upon the sofa. Arms went about him again, bringing him in until he was reclining against his master's chest. The Prince swung his feet up so he was lying on the sofa. Bruce curled his legs slightly. His master's cape, now loose, floated down around their bodies, the red silk covering them like a blanket. Bruce rested his head near his master's heart. One of his master's hands was cradling the back of his head, threading his fingers through his hair. Bruce closed his eyes.
"Did he hurt you?" The question was asked low.
Bruce blinked his eyes open. He moved away from the warm body slightly. "Master?"
A hand tightened at his waist. The Prince was staring fixedly into the fire. "Luthor." The name was growled, threatening dire consequences.
Bruce lowered his head. "No," he murmured.
His master shifted them suddenly so they were staring into each others eyes. His hair was brushed away from his face, so he had nothing to hide behind.
"You never have to lie to me, my Bruce."
Bruce took a deep breath. "I know, Master. He didn't hurt me."
The Prince nodded slowly. "Alright."
Bruce was settled down in his previous position again. There was silence for some time with only the crackling of the fire as any noise. His master's hand was caressing his hair. Bruce bit his lip. "Master?" He asked quietly.
"Hmm?"
He seemed to be in a better mood now. "I..." Bruce sighed. "Thank you," was all he eventually said.
His master's hand stopped stroking his hair. "Is that all?"
Bruce nodded. The chest supporting him rumbled. His master was laughing lowly. He moved them again quickly, so Bruce was lying underneath his warm body, red silk all about them. His master's eyes were silvery blue, lust staining them. Their bodies were pressed close together, his master's hardness against his own responding body. Their hips were ground together. Bruce closed his eyes involuntary, and bit down on his lower lip. His heard his Master's husky chuckle again, before his lips were captured forcibly. Bruce groaned, and writhed under his Master's skilled hands.
He knew he wouldn't get any sleep tonight.
