Fic: The Beat of Bats Wings (7/10)
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starsandseaTitle: The Beat of Bats Wings (7/10)
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Bruce/Kal, Lex Luthor
Word Count: 1081
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)
jen_in_japan for the beta! :D
Bruce woke the next morning with a deep breath of humid air. It was going to be another blistering hot day. It was already hot enough. He pressed his head into the pillow, then felt Kal stir next to him. He felt a blush touching his face at the memory of what they had done last night. It had been wonderful. It had felt so good to be held by Kal, to caress his skin with his lips.
Bruce rolled onto his back and saw Kal's glorious naked body, dotted with bites. Bruce felt himself blushing again. It had been wonderful, yes, but so difficult at the same time, so difficult, to not make any noise, not let a sound escape his lips. He had ended up biting both Kal and the pillows until his teeth had hurt. And Kal had been utterly convinced at first - and still was later, not so much, but still - that he had been hurting him. Bruce had almost found himself speaking on several occasions, needing to tell Kal that it wasn't pain.
Not of a physical type, at least.
He had to wonder how, if they were going to continue doing this, would he be able to stifle the moans and words that he wanted so much to voice? How long could he resist?
Kal kissed him slowly, sleepy, and Bruce pressed himself into his embrace, feeling Kal's smile against his lips. One thing he knew: now that he had had a taste of Kal, he wasn't going to let him go without a fight. The kiss broke, and Kal looked down at him with a smile on his face, eyes dancing.
"Blaidd." He looked away for a second, then back, almost shyly. He kissed his throat, then caressed his ear with his lips. "I love you," he whispered.
Bruce took a deep breath, feeling emotions swirling within him, tears forming in his eyes. He pulled away from Kal, and hoped he could see the answering love in his eyes.
*****
By the time Autumn came, Bruce was halfway through Barbara's shirt. Dick's was finished, at last. It was lumpy and the stitches were crooked, but it would do. He could speed up a little, too, as he knew what he had to do now, had experience. He had gathered as much Starwart and Nettles as he could, had a good stockpile now, enough for Barbara's shirt, and enough to start on Jason's shirt, maybe.
He was glad he wasn't going to spend this winter in a cave. No, he was known as Kal's lover now. Not that anyone except he and Kal were happy about it. Kal's parents were, at least, accepting, seeming to think that it was just a phase their son was going through. Bruce knew better. He knew Kal.
Martha was happy for them, she had told Bruce that she knew the minute she had seen them together that they were going to end up lovers, which led to Kal blushing and protesting. Ma...
Bruce didn't know what the opinion of the general populace was; he only left Kal's rooms to go to the castle gardens, or to gather more Starwart and Nettles. But he had still heard rumours. Most of the nobles hated him, resented him. It was inevitable, really. A stranger and his dog, who never spoke and whose only action in life was to make shirts from Starwart and Nettles had stolen the heart of their Prince... Of course they were bound to resent him. He knew that many had plotted for years for their sons or daughters to be in his place. Be Kal's lover.
It was from those people that Bruce knew the worst rumours about him came. He tried not to listen to them. He was happy, or as happy as he could be with the uncertainly about his brothers and sisters and father hanging over him, as well as the pain of not being able to tell Kal about his task, tell him who he really was. It hurt, sometimes, to have Kal calling the wrong name when they were making love. His heart ached to be called by his real name.
But that was a small matter, and Bruce would promise himself when the longing grew too much that just as soon as the curse on his siblings was lifted he would tell Kal everything. Everything that he had locked in his heart.
*****
Bruce looked out the window. It was raining. Kal had left with his father to visit one of the outlying strongholds. Years had gone by since Kal took him in; he had finished every shirt but Tim's. He was just starting on the first sleeve. But soon he would be finished, it was just a matter of a month before he finished the shirts, before he would at last be reunited with his brothers and sisters.
He tried not to think of the four years it had taken him to get this close, what could have happened to his home, to his father and Alfred in those years.
Ace, who had been lying at his feet moved suddenly and bared his teeth, looking at the door. Bruce put down the shirt, placing it into the basket where he kept the others, along with his last collection of Starwart and Nettles. He was well aware that with Kal gone, he was in a very vulnerable position.
The door opened. Ace was growling. A group of men entered the room. Bruce had seen enough hired muscle to be able to identify them. A man came out from behind them, a bald man, dressed richly. Bruce felt his spirits sink. Lex Luthor. The man who was bitterly jealous of Kal, and him.
"Lord Blaidd." He said the honorary title and name mockingly. "You are under arrest." Bruce stared at him. He hadn't expected this, not with Kal only gone this morning! "For conspiracy against the crown and witchcraft."
Luther had hardly spoken the last word before Ace lunged at him. Luther screamed. Bruce took the opportunity to grab the basket of shirts and the short sword Kal had gifted to him. His only thoughts were to flee, to somehow reach Kal, or to go back to his cave until the shirts were completed.
Bruce turned to start fighting his way though the men and pain abruptly blossomed in his head. He fell into darkness' embrace.
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Bruce/Kal, Lex Luthor
Word Count: 1081
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: Previous parts can be found here. Lots of thanks to
jen_in_japan for the beta! :DBruce woke the next morning with a deep breath of humid air. It was going to be another blistering hot day. It was already hot enough. He pressed his head into the pillow, then felt Kal stir next to him. He felt a blush touching his face at the memory of what they had done last night. It had been wonderful. It had felt so good to be held by Kal, to caress his skin with his lips.
Bruce rolled onto his back and saw Kal's glorious naked body, dotted with bites. Bruce felt himself blushing again. It had been wonderful, yes, but so difficult at the same time, so difficult, to not make any noise, not let a sound escape his lips. He had ended up biting both Kal and the pillows until his teeth had hurt. And Kal had been utterly convinced at first - and still was later, not so much, but still - that he had been hurting him. Bruce had almost found himself speaking on several occasions, needing to tell Kal that it wasn't pain.
Not of a physical type, at least.
He had to wonder how, if they were going to continue doing this, would he be able to stifle the moans and words that he wanted so much to voice? How long could he resist?
Kal kissed him slowly, sleepy, and Bruce pressed himself into his embrace, feeling Kal's smile against his lips. One thing he knew: now that he had had a taste of Kal, he wasn't going to let him go without a fight. The kiss broke, and Kal looked down at him with a smile on his face, eyes dancing.
"Blaidd." He looked away for a second, then back, almost shyly. He kissed his throat, then caressed his ear with his lips. "I love you," he whispered.
Bruce took a deep breath, feeling emotions swirling within him, tears forming in his eyes. He pulled away from Kal, and hoped he could see the answering love in his eyes.
*****
By the time Autumn came, Bruce was halfway through Barbara's shirt. Dick's was finished, at last. It was lumpy and the stitches were crooked, but it would do. He could speed up a little, too, as he knew what he had to do now, had experience. He had gathered as much Starwart and Nettles as he could, had a good stockpile now, enough for Barbara's shirt, and enough to start on Jason's shirt, maybe.
He was glad he wasn't going to spend this winter in a cave. No, he was known as Kal's lover now. Not that anyone except he and Kal were happy about it. Kal's parents were, at least, accepting, seeming to think that it was just a phase their son was going through. Bruce knew better. He knew Kal.
Martha was happy for them, she had told Bruce that she knew the minute she had seen them together that they were going to end up lovers, which led to Kal blushing and protesting. Ma...
Bruce didn't know what the opinion of the general populace was; he only left Kal's rooms to go to the castle gardens, or to gather more Starwart and Nettles. But he had still heard rumours. Most of the nobles hated him, resented him. It was inevitable, really. A stranger and his dog, who never spoke and whose only action in life was to make shirts from Starwart and Nettles had stolen the heart of their Prince... Of course they were bound to resent him. He knew that many had plotted for years for their sons or daughters to be in his place. Be Kal's lover.
It was from those people that Bruce knew the worst rumours about him came. He tried not to listen to them. He was happy, or as happy as he could be with the uncertainly about his brothers and sisters and father hanging over him, as well as the pain of not being able to tell Kal about his task, tell him who he really was. It hurt, sometimes, to have Kal calling the wrong name when they were making love. His heart ached to be called by his real name.
But that was a small matter, and Bruce would promise himself when the longing grew too much that just as soon as the curse on his siblings was lifted he would tell Kal everything. Everything that he had locked in his heart.
*****
Bruce looked out the window. It was raining. Kal had left with his father to visit one of the outlying strongholds. Years had gone by since Kal took him in; he had finished every shirt but Tim's. He was just starting on the first sleeve. But soon he would be finished, it was just a matter of a month before he finished the shirts, before he would at last be reunited with his brothers and sisters.
He tried not to think of the four years it had taken him to get this close, what could have happened to his home, to his father and Alfred in those years.
Ace, who had been lying at his feet moved suddenly and bared his teeth, looking at the door. Bruce put down the shirt, placing it into the basket where he kept the others, along with his last collection of Starwart and Nettles. He was well aware that with Kal gone, he was in a very vulnerable position.
The door opened. Ace was growling. A group of men entered the room. Bruce had seen enough hired muscle to be able to identify them. A man came out from behind them, a bald man, dressed richly. Bruce felt his spirits sink. Lex Luthor. The man who was bitterly jealous of Kal, and him.
"Lord Blaidd." He said the honorary title and name mockingly. "You are under arrest." Bruce stared at him. He hadn't expected this, not with Kal only gone this morning! "For conspiracy against the crown and witchcraft."
Luther had hardly spoken the last word before Ace lunged at him. Luther screamed. Bruce took the opportunity to grab the basket of shirts and the short sword Kal had gifted to him. His only thoughts were to flee, to somehow reach Kal, or to go back to his cave until the shirts were completed.
Bruce turned to start fighting his way though the men and pain abruptly blossomed in his head. He fell into darkness' embrace.
