Fic: Mid-Winter Rituals
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starsandseaTitle: Mid-Winter Rituals
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Clark/Bruce
Word Count: 574
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: For the WFGE! The prompt: F18 - Bruce discovers Kryptonians have several unusual and unexpected rituals about mid-winter... I'm not entirely sure this is what the requester wanted, but... Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct!
Bruce struggled to keep his eyes open as the Kryptonian texts scrolled by. They were interesting, yes, but Kryptonian was, Kal would have to forgive him, a deathly dull language, with everything explained in a incredibly dense and dry way.
Honestly, he had come across instructions for how to boil an egg-like foodstuff that was the size of a novel. But then, for all he knew, there were those kinds of texts on Earth too. Well, how was he supposed to know, Alfred never let him in the kitchen unsupervised anyway... There was no reason for him to know how to cook!
Bruce nodded firmly to further cement his point. And almost missed the most interesting information that started to scroll across the screen...
*****
Superman was walking down one of the corridors in the Watchtower, heading to his quarters after a long shift on Monitor Duty. He had been extremely busy as both Superman and Clark Kent, everyone had seemed to go crazy all at once...
All he wanted to do was sleep for a century. A stray thought tickled his mind of Sleeping Beauty, and he suppressed a laugh. Yes, he really needed to get some sleep before he became one of the aforementioned crazy people.
Finally, he had reached his quarters. He stepped inside and removed his cape, before his over tired brain registered another presence.
Batman slipped from the shadows.
"Oh. Hi B." Clark sunk onto the bed and started tugging at his boots. Batman moved so he was standing next to his bed. Clark tugged at his boots. They were sticking to his feet and legs as if someone had glued them on. He tugged at them harder.
Batman cleared his throat. Clark blinked, and looked up, halting his motions for the time being. Maybe he could sleep in them, just this once?
"Kal."
Clark blinked again, then belatedly realized why his partner must be there. "Oh! You, um... want to... play?" He felt his face turning red, and he winced inwardly at how lame he sounded and must look. There was a reason why Kal was usually in control at these moments.
Batman's lips quirked ever so slightly, and Clark felt himself starting to get aroused, Kal beginning to rise to the forefront of his consciousness.
Batman spoke, said seven words that turned Kal into a drooling wreak, and left Clark's eyes growing huge. Then Batman pounced.
*****
Sometime later, Kal stirred, his limbs still entwined with Bruce's, the smell of sex and sweat heavy in the air. Bruce stretched, then fell back on top of him, murmuring contently.
"So, I take it you found out the Kryptonian rituals for Mid-Winter, huh?" He trailed a hand down Bruce's back, brushing over scars, before squeezing pert buttocks.
"Mmmm. There were some very interesting ones. It's more like Mid-Summer or Beltane, May Day, than Mid-Winter."
"Well, they were trying to ensure the sun would come back."
"Mmmhmm." Bruce seemed pretty sleepy himself now.
Kal smiled slowly, feeling contently exhausted. "Maybe we'll get to celebrate them in full next year."
Bruce raised his head, his dark eyes twinkling with mischief. "I'm sure it will be... informative, seeing you dressed in the traditional... clothes. Or rather, the lack of them..."
Kal groaned, his body reacting as Bruce chuckled lowly. "Almost as interesting as seeing you in them." He kissed Bruce before he could protest, starting the... celebrations, anew.
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Clark/Bruce
Word Count: 574
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: For the WFGE! The prompt: F18 - Bruce discovers Kryptonians have several unusual and unexpected rituals about mid-winter... I'm not entirely sure this is what the requester wanted, but... Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct!
Bruce struggled to keep his eyes open as the Kryptonian texts scrolled by. They were interesting, yes, but Kryptonian was, Kal would have to forgive him, a deathly dull language, with everything explained in a incredibly dense and dry way.
Honestly, he had come across instructions for how to boil an egg-like foodstuff that was the size of a novel. But then, for all he knew, there were those kinds of texts on Earth too. Well, how was he supposed to know, Alfred never let him in the kitchen unsupervised anyway... There was no reason for him to know how to cook!
Bruce nodded firmly to further cement his point. And almost missed the most interesting information that started to scroll across the screen...
*****
Superman was walking down one of the corridors in the Watchtower, heading to his quarters after a long shift on Monitor Duty. He had been extremely busy as both Superman and Clark Kent, everyone had seemed to go crazy all at once...
All he wanted to do was sleep for a century. A stray thought tickled his mind of Sleeping Beauty, and he suppressed a laugh. Yes, he really needed to get some sleep before he became one of the aforementioned crazy people.
Finally, he had reached his quarters. He stepped inside and removed his cape, before his over tired brain registered another presence.
Batman slipped from the shadows.
"Oh. Hi B." Clark sunk onto the bed and started tugging at his boots. Batman moved so he was standing next to his bed. Clark tugged at his boots. They were sticking to his feet and legs as if someone had glued them on. He tugged at them harder.
Batman cleared his throat. Clark blinked, and looked up, halting his motions for the time being. Maybe he could sleep in them, just this once?
"Kal."
Clark blinked again, then belatedly realized why his partner must be there. "Oh! You, um... want to... play?" He felt his face turning red, and he winced inwardly at how lame he sounded and must look. There was a reason why Kal was usually in control at these moments.
Batman's lips quirked ever so slightly, and Clark felt himself starting to get aroused, Kal beginning to rise to the forefront of his consciousness.
Batman spoke, said seven words that turned Kal into a drooling wreak, and left Clark's eyes growing huge. Then Batman pounced.
*****
Sometime later, Kal stirred, his limbs still entwined with Bruce's, the smell of sex and sweat heavy in the air. Bruce stretched, then fell back on top of him, murmuring contently.
"So, I take it you found out the Kryptonian rituals for Mid-Winter, huh?" He trailed a hand down Bruce's back, brushing over scars, before squeezing pert buttocks.
"Mmmm. There were some very interesting ones. It's more like Mid-Summer or Beltane, May Day, than Mid-Winter."
"Well, they were trying to ensure the sun would come back."
"Mmmhmm." Bruce seemed pretty sleepy himself now.
Kal smiled slowly, feeling contently exhausted. "Maybe we'll get to celebrate them in full next year."
Bruce raised his head, his dark eyes twinkling with mischief. "I'm sure it will be... informative, seeing you dressed in the traditional... clothes. Or rather, the lack of them..."
Kal groaned, his body reacting as Bruce chuckled lowly. "Almost as interesting as seeing you in them." He kissed Bruce before he could protest, starting the... celebrations, anew.
