Drabble: Triad (3)
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Title: Triad (3)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Clark/Bruce/Michael
Word Count: 194
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: Companion to Triad 1 and Triad 2. For the amazing
vigilante_wake! *snugs* Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct.
Clark watched his lovers sleeping. Bruce had his arm across his chest, lying on his front, his body pressed up close against him; Michael was in a similar position, curled around Bruce.
Clark sighed softly, seeing his breath rustle Bruce's hair slightly. Bruce was smiling in his sleep. Clark smiled upon it seeing it, such a rare sight, and yet more common now, around him and Michael at least.
He gazed up at the high ceiling of Bruce's bedroom, hearing bats returning to their roost in the cave below them, hearing birds awakening, and sleepily starting to sing, welcoming a new day. A gentle, cool breeze caressed the bed, and both Bruce and Michael pressed closer to him. It was still dark in the room, but dawn was just beginning to lighten the darkness; brush strokes of color around the edges.
Clark sighed again, looking forward to the moment when the sun would rise and he could feel its touch upon his skin. But until then, he was content to watch as its fingers caressed his lovers, smoothing away any lines of stress or worry, hiding scars, or limning them with gold.
Clark smiled.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Clark/Bruce/Michael
Word Count: 194
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: Companion to Triad 1 and Triad 2. For the amazing
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Clark watched his lovers sleeping. Bruce had his arm across his chest, lying on his front, his body pressed up close against him; Michael was in a similar position, curled around Bruce.
Clark sighed softly, seeing his breath rustle Bruce's hair slightly. Bruce was smiling in his sleep. Clark smiled upon it seeing it, such a rare sight, and yet more common now, around him and Michael at least.
He gazed up at the high ceiling of Bruce's bedroom, hearing bats returning to their roost in the cave below them, hearing birds awakening, and sleepily starting to sing, welcoming a new day. A gentle, cool breeze caressed the bed, and both Bruce and Michael pressed closer to him. It was still dark in the room, but dawn was just beginning to lighten the darkness; brush strokes of color around the edges.
Clark sighed again, looking forward to the moment when the sun would rise and he could feel its touch upon his skin. But until then, he was content to watch as its fingers caressed his lovers, smoothing away any lines of stress or worry, hiding scars, or limning them with gold.
Clark smiled.