Fic: Master and Slave (5/13)
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starsandseaTitle: Master and Slave (5/13)
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Bruce/Kal, Lex Luthor
Word Count: 749
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 betaing and bradygirl_12 for the hand holding! :)
Kal looked up as he heard knocking on the door to his study. "Enter." The door opened slowly and Bruce entered the room, closing the door behind him. Kal felt his face light up.
"Bruce. Come here." He pushed his chair back from his desk slightly and held a beckoning arm out. He wrapped it around Bruce's waist once he was close enough and pulled him down so he was sitting on his lap. Kal wrapped his arms about him, sighing in contentment. He kissed Bruce softly at first, but increasingly deeply, Bruce pressing against him. Kal finally broke the kiss, Bruce breathless. His Bruce was smiling softly, slightly dazed. He nipped at his lips. Bruce, moaning, pressed closer to him. Kal closed his eyes and suppressed a groan. What his Bruce did to him!
Kal tangled a hand in Bruce's soft locks. His Bruce was happy. Yesterday, after the incident in the library, he had gone very quiet. He couldn't believe in Luthor's words, could he? He would never let his Bruce be hurt by him! He kissed Bruce again at the thought, making him gasp. He moaned again when they broke apart, and Kal ran his hands over the silk encasing his body, then slipped his hands under the tunic to caress the soft skin. Bruce groaned and pressed even closer to him, running his own hands over his body.
Kal pulled his lips away from where they had been caressing Bruce's throat. He caught the skilled hands and held them away from his body, laughing breathlessly. He entwined their fingers and brought their foreheads together, staring into those most beautiful of eyes.
"If we don't stop now, my Bruce, I won't be able to do anything else the rest of the day. But tonight..."
His Bruce smiled slowly, his breathing heavy. "I'll be ready, Master."
Kal closed his eyes and groaned. "Good." He opened them again. "Good." He repeated, brushing his lips over his slave's. He pulled his Bruce close to him. Bruce's arms were about his neck, head resting upon his shoulder. He slid his own arms down to Bruce's waist, resting his head on his. Kal smelt oranges. He closed his eyes, hearing their breathing slow down, his Bruce's heartbeat in his ears. Bruce was relaxed in his arms. Content.
The door abruptly opened. Kal's eyes flew open and he sat up, glaring. Diana's loud, protesting voice was muffled as the door was shut, but Kal could still hear her clearly. She knew some particularly... interesting curses.
"I thought-" the intruder began.
Kal felt his Bruce tense in his arms. His glare intensified. "No. You didn't think, Luthor". His voice was ice cold. Luthor came to sudden halt. Bruce dropped his arms from his neck to go limp around his waist. Kal tightened his hold on him while intensifying his glare.
"My Prince..." Kal forced Luthor to go down on his knee with his glare, feeling his eyes start to glow red. His Bruce's head was turned into his neck, but he still felt satisfaction that Luthor had to lower himself to him too. Luthor rose his head. Kal could hear him gritting his teeth.
"My Prince, I-"
Kal cut him off again. "Invaded our privacy without our permission." Luthor opened his mouth again, but Kal didn't let him speak. "And, you have yet to apologize to us for touching our slave."
"My Lord, I told you, he-"
"Do not try and reason your way out of it!" His eyes were definitely glowing red now.
"I... apologize." Luthor eventually ground out through his gritted teeth.
"Get out."
"But my Lord, I-"
"Now!" Luthor fled his wrath only to be faced by Diana's. Kal smirked. Served him right. Then he grew concerned. He nuzzled his Bruce in silent query. Bruce straightened in his arms slightly, head moving away from his neck. Kal captured his lips softly. Bruce smiled weakly at him. Kal drew back slightly, frowned, and tightened his hold on him. Damn Luthor. His Bruce would be wary for the rest of the day now.
"Thank you, Master."
Kal ran his hands over Bruce's body again, returned his lips to the beautiful neck. His Bruce sighed into him, trembling slightly under his hands from his attentions. Kal kissed him passionately again, hearing his heartbeat soar.
"Tonight, my Bruce."
Bruce smiled slightly. "Tonight, Master."
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Bruce/Kal, Lex Luthor
Word Count: 749
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: Previous parts can be found Here. Many thanks to
arch_schatten for the betaing and bradygirl_12 for the hand holding! :)Kal looked up as he heard knocking on the door to his study. "Enter." The door opened slowly and Bruce entered the room, closing the door behind him. Kal felt his face light up.
"Bruce. Come here." He pushed his chair back from his desk slightly and held a beckoning arm out. He wrapped it around Bruce's waist once he was close enough and pulled him down so he was sitting on his lap. Kal wrapped his arms about him, sighing in contentment. He kissed Bruce softly at first, but increasingly deeply, Bruce pressing against him. Kal finally broke the kiss, Bruce breathless. His Bruce was smiling softly, slightly dazed. He nipped at his lips. Bruce, moaning, pressed closer to him. Kal closed his eyes and suppressed a groan. What his Bruce did to him!
Kal tangled a hand in Bruce's soft locks. His Bruce was happy. Yesterday, after the incident in the library, he had gone very quiet. He couldn't believe in Luthor's words, could he? He would never let his Bruce be hurt by him! He kissed Bruce again at the thought, making him gasp. He moaned again when they broke apart, and Kal ran his hands over the silk encasing his body, then slipped his hands under the tunic to caress the soft skin. Bruce groaned and pressed even closer to him, running his own hands over his body.
Kal pulled his lips away from where they had been caressing Bruce's throat. He caught the skilled hands and held them away from his body, laughing breathlessly. He entwined their fingers and brought their foreheads together, staring into those most beautiful of eyes.
"If we don't stop now, my Bruce, I won't be able to do anything else the rest of the day. But tonight..."
His Bruce smiled slowly, his breathing heavy. "I'll be ready, Master."
Kal closed his eyes and groaned. "Good." He opened them again. "Good." He repeated, brushing his lips over his slave's. He pulled his Bruce close to him. Bruce's arms were about his neck, head resting upon his shoulder. He slid his own arms down to Bruce's waist, resting his head on his. Kal smelt oranges. He closed his eyes, hearing their breathing slow down, his Bruce's heartbeat in his ears. Bruce was relaxed in his arms. Content.
The door abruptly opened. Kal's eyes flew open and he sat up, glaring. Diana's loud, protesting voice was muffled as the door was shut, but Kal could still hear her clearly. She knew some particularly... interesting curses.
"I thought-" the intruder began.
Kal felt his Bruce tense in his arms. His glare intensified. "No. You didn't think, Luthor". His voice was ice cold. Luthor came to sudden halt. Bruce dropped his arms from his neck to go limp around his waist. Kal tightened his hold on him while intensifying his glare.
"My Prince..." Kal forced Luthor to go down on his knee with his glare, feeling his eyes start to glow red. His Bruce's head was turned into his neck, but he still felt satisfaction that Luthor had to lower himself to him too. Luthor rose his head. Kal could hear him gritting his teeth.
"My Prince, I-"
Kal cut him off again. "Invaded our privacy without our permission." Luthor opened his mouth again, but Kal didn't let him speak. "And, you have yet to apologize to us for touching our slave."
"My Lord, I told you, he-"
"Do not try and reason your way out of it!" His eyes were definitely glowing red now.
"I... apologize." Luthor eventually ground out through his gritted teeth.
"Get out."
"But my Lord, I-"
"Now!" Luthor fled his wrath only to be faced by Diana's. Kal smirked. Served him right. Then he grew concerned. He nuzzled his Bruce in silent query. Bruce straightened in his arms slightly, head moving away from his neck. Kal captured his lips softly. Bruce smiled weakly at him. Kal drew back slightly, frowned, and tightened his hold on him. Damn Luthor. His Bruce would be wary for the rest of the day now.
"Thank you, Master."
Kal ran his hands over Bruce's body again, returned his lips to the beautiful neck. His Bruce sighed into him, trembling slightly under his hands from his attentions. Kal kissed him passionately again, hearing his heartbeat soar.
"Tonight, my Bruce."
Bruce smiled slightly. "Tonight, Master."
