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DCEU Prompt Post #1

Welcome to Round One of the DCEU Kink Meme!

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How is this simultaneously SO SPINEMELTINGLY HOT and so EMOTIONALLY RUINING. RUDE, ANON. VERY RUDE.

Like, I thought I was dead of the collar, okay, and of Clark's tacit trust and willingness to experiment with Bruce, and of Bruce's preoccupation with Clark when he's helpless, but, oh, look:

Clark blinks, his blue eyes slowly focusing. Bruce watches him, curious, in a detached way, to know what he’ll see there – if this has finally been a step too far, if this is the time that Clark will say to him, no more. But as he looks up at him, his eyes clearing of the haze, Bruce sees nothing other than what he always sees: deep assurance, acceptance. The question of whether Bruce got what he wanted, and the willingness to do it again if he hasn’t.

NO, IT'S THIS. THIS IS WHY I'M DEAD.

/lies down and accepts it

Seriously, anon, this is so marvelous - thank you so much for this fantastic fill, it was great and so are you.

Here's a SuperBat written by good ol' Mithen that matches your prompt pretty closely. Please do enjoy it while you wait for a fill.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/84369

OMG YAY I AM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT, NONNIE! It's always good to know you have made the requester happy XD

I admit, I had way too much fun with this, and just thought, 'WHAT THE HEY', and threw in a bunch of my other fave kinks like size kink and cutting off clothes and usually strong characters being all helpless XD

If I can carve out some time, I'd still love to write the mutual choking thing as maybe a little semi-continuation, where Bruce wants to know what it feels like, he's still not quite ready to let go yet, though XD

Once again nonnie, I'm so glad you liked it, and thank you so much for this lovely feedback :DDD

I *kind* of did an art fill for this--it's after the fact. Sorry I cropped it before the good part, but I fail at drawing dicks >.<

Hopefully some other anon will be able to write the actual branding!

Imgur (http://imgur.com/33nPHUq) | Direct link (http://i.imgur.com/33nPHUq.jpg)

This fill was so damn amazing, and I love how much you packed into it!! Mind meltingly hot, and I love all the trust that's underneath all this kink.

Oooooh, this is niiiiiiiiice, anon, thank you so much. :D I love Bruce's possessive hand on the branding, that's a great touch.

Thank you so much!! I'm SO glad you enjoyed it - it was so much fun to write and it's awesome to know you are spreading joy with, uh, sexual choking XD

Thanks again for this super kind feedback :D

Thank you so much for this lovely comment, nonnie! I'm so glad you liked, it's been so long since I wrote or posted fic so I was a little nervous, but you guys are great XD

Clark being Superman obviously means he has stamina like you wouldn't believe. Bruce likes a challenge. And I like Bruce spending hours and hours (Batman has great stamina too) trying to get Clark to come until Bruce becomes so exhausted that Clark finally fucks him at his leisure. .

who knew i'd be so fucking into silverfox bruce wayne trying to smash it with a younger clark in a vaguely dom-ish way

This is a succinct and frighteningly accurate summary of my BvS experience so far. I want all of this all the time oh my god :D

Clearly the next logical step in this series is for bruce to fuck clark in the batsuit

YOU ARE PLAYING A DANGEROUS GAME, ANON. But I hear the sweet siren call of other prompts! ...that's not to say I won't come back to this later. Hnf.

YESSSSSSSSS, anon, how did this manage to get even better
The magic fic-writing combo of too much wine and not enough sleep :D

... I was gonna have Bruce be all stern and 'no kissing' but turns out I am soft-hearted (and he totally wanted to, lbr) <3 <3

No need to apologize, anon, this is great! +1 to the anon above, I LOVE Bruce's hand covering it. HOT DAMN.

Nonnie, the rest of this fill was mind-blowingly hot, and this coda just made even better. Thank you SO MUCH for this excellence :D

Superman may be an order above human--swifter than lightning, as solid as a mountain and as strong as steel--but sometimes he forgets that he doesn't have eyes in the back of his head, nor can he be everywhere at once. It's in his nature to consider this a failing.

"Stop beating yourself up, Clark," Bruce mutters, voice so low it's rendered staticky by the modulator. He's limped his way into the cave, the inside leg of his suit dark and sticky when he peels it away. Definitely time to research an upgrade. "It was shrapnel. Difficult to predict."

"But--" Clark begins for what's probably the sixth time, but Bruce pulls him up short with a hand on his shoulder.

"But nothing," he says, pulling off the cowl. He can feel that his hair is plastered to his skull, soaked with sweat. Judging from the look on Clark's face, he doesn't look his best. A wedge of hot metal in your leg will do that. He hauls himself up onto a workbench. "Hn."

"Should I get Alfred?" Clark asks.

"No. To your left, that cabinet. Grab the box in there for me." Suture kit, bandages, antiseptic. Bruce cleans up the smeared blood so he can see what he's doing, then spreads his legs wide, takes a couple of quick breaths and pulls the wound together with a loop of suture, tongs and curved needle sure in his grip.

He glances up to find Clark watching him, undisguised awe on his face.

Unffffff, I love this. Clark beating himself up and Bruce gruffly reassuring him, Bruce reflecting on what he looks like right now, and then feeling safe enough around Clark to just strip down and take care of his wound. And then that last line, yesssssssssssssss. :D

+1
pls fill this!!!

I think Alfred and Diana would get along great. They probably meet accidentally a few times via Bruce, and after that she just sometimes drops by for tea. They like snarking together (about Bruce or the world in general), she enjoys being around someone older who's seen a lot of the world, they share stories, sometimes they complain about Bruce being Bruce together. He can make her laugh, she makes him smile. She understands a lot of what he's going through, he makes her feel at home.

Occasionally he jokingly suggests that she should make an honest man out of Bruce. She winks and says she'd rather make an honest man out of him. (Or any other way of getting them together, I just realised I ship them apparently. :D Just something friendly and gentle and good for both of them.)

Yessssssssss, wonderful - this packs so much into so little space, anon, I'm in awe! Clark blaming himself, Bruce (BRUCE, OF ALL PEOPLE) telling him not to in his Bruce way, and the last line is just yes, YES. What a great snippet!

This was absolutely awesome, thank you so much for such an awesome fill!! I can't even pick out a favourite part, but Clark wanting to feel things, the way you describe everything he's experiencing for the first time when Bruce kisses him, and the actual sex itself is AMAZING (also the image of Clark too well-fucked even to get up afterwards is one that appeals to me XD)

Thanks again for this hotness :)

It was mostly the guilt that made Bruce offer Clark his help to figure what caused his, well, heat, for a lack of a better word. Guilt that he had gone into Clark’s Fortress of Solitude and then watched, but especially guilt that he still thought about that moment and jerked off over it.

He had tried not to, but the memory kept coming back to him. Clark moaning in pleasure, his skin on display, his thick cock, his muscles glistening and making it obvious Clark had been like this for a long time, how desperate he had sounded for relief, the way he had pleaded.

He had hoped that by seeing Clark regularly to take blood tests for analysis, the memory would fade and be replaced by dull, regular, every day memories of Clark, but being around him only made it worse. He would be carefully inserting a needle into the vein in Clark’s elbow, and suddenly he’d remember how Clark had used that arm to jerk himself off.

“Bruce?” Clark asked, frowning slightly at him. “If you’re getting bored with this, that’s fine. It’s been two weeks and there’s nothing different in my blood.”

Bruce harrumphed. There was nothing that could explain Clark’s heat. Not yet, anyway. “I’m not bored.”

Clark eyed him. “But do we still need to do this every day?”

Bruce eyed the blood in the vial. Clark obviously had better things to do than visit him on a daily basis just so Bruce could do another analysis of Clark’s blood that wouldn’t tell them anything. He should’ve known. “Maybe once a week will be sufficient to monitor your blood.”

Clark nodded. “I will let you know if anything changes with my…” He gestured vaguely.

“Of course.” He tried to sound clinical and calm, and tried not to think about Clark changing and becoming desperate for sex again. Part of him wanted to see Clark like that again, and he squashed that part of him down. What kind of asshole was he? Bad enough that he was still using it as jerk-off fodder.

After Clark had left, Bruce spent some time working on his blood, but there was nothing new there. He sighed, running his hand through his hair. What were they missing?

*

He didn’t see much of Clark after that, although he and Superman worked together on a few things. Somehow, asking Superman if he was feeling fine was a daunting idea and Bruce didn’t even try. Superman was in control of himself, and didn’t need to lie back on silk sheets while pleading to get fucked.

Bruce only just about managed to get out of the way from a falling beam that Superman had pushed over to stop a mook from escaping the factory they were in, and he cursed his brain. He bet Superman didn’t have that problem.

*

It was about a month later, and Bruce only worked on the problem of Clark’s heat when he needed a distraction. He managed to get his hands on data from NOAA and another couple of space weather monitoring centres from around the world, because obviously the sun had to be the cause behind this somehow.

He’d been staring at a spreadsheet for about an hour, putting in various variables and getting nothing, when he got a message from Alfred that Clark Kent was at the door.

Bruce might have run off to greet him.

*

“I feel warm,” Clark muttered, when Bruce led him into the Batcave. “Do I feel warm?”

Bruce briefly rested the back of his hand against Clark’s forehead. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have a fever.”

Clark closed his eyes, leaning forward. “Maybe.”

He pulled his hand back quickly. “Do you think it’s because of…”

“Maybe,” Clark murmured, and he smiled at Bruce. His eyes seemed to be a darker shade of blue.

Bruce took a deep breath. If Clark was going to go into heat, Bruce would do the responsible thing and monitor him throughout without – without assisting him. “I’m gonna take a sample of your blood. Just sit down, okay?” He pointed Clark at one of the stools next to a lab bench.

While grabbing some equipment, he took a moment to calm himself down. He had to be careful and not get carried away. Clark needed someone right now who would help him, not someone who would just stand there and watch.

When he came back, Clark was sitting with the top two buttons of his shirt undone, and Bruce did not look at the skin on display and remember what the rest of Clark’s bare chest looked like.

He had to touch Clark’s muscular arms to get the blood, and he kept his eyes firmly on the inside of Clark’s elbow, and did not listen to Clark’s sharp intake of breath when Bruce’s fingertips brushed his skin. “Maybe we should get you to your Fortress,” he suggested.

“That might not be a bad idea,” Clark admitted.

Bruce looked up to him. His eyes looked their normal, bright blue self now, and it was strange to see Clark looking so worried. Maybe even scared? “If you’re sure, we can fly there right now.” Although maybe letting Clark fly himself was not the best idea. “I can monitor you there as well.”

Clark was silent for a long moment. “Yeah, if we want to figure out what the cause is and make sure it doesn’t happen again, it is better if you’re there.”

Bruce tried not to resent the resigned tone in Clark’s voice. He didn’t blame Clark for not wanting him there, not after last time, but he vowed to do right by Clark and control himself.

*

By the time they got to the Fortress, Clark was already hard and visibly struggling not to rub himself. Bruce tried not to look or remember what Clark’s erect cock looked like, and once they were inside, Bruce tried not to think about where Clark ran off to and what he was going to do once he got there.

He groaned as he sat down, and felt his own half-hard cock press against the fabric of his trousers. He couldn’t jerk off, not now, even if he knew he wouldn’t be disturbed by Clark, because Clark was probably busy jerking off himself. Or maybe he had found the fucking machine and was already being filled by it, moaning as it pumped in and out.

He shook his head, and pulled his hand away from his groin. No. No jerking off. He had self-control, and Clark was suffering through a heat-like thing, and Bruce would help him figure it out.

*

Clark was panting and naked and fully hard, looking up at Bruce hungrily from where he was sprawled out on the bed.

Bruce had only come here to take a blood sample to compare to the control samples, but that was proving to be more difficult than he had expected.

He had knocked, of course, before entering, and then promptly stepped back and closed the door when he saw Clark was being fucked by the machine again. He had waited for the loud groans of orgasm, hoping that a sated Clark would be cooperative.

It hadn’t entirely turned out like that.

First, Bruce had had to turn off the machine himself, and had gotten an eyeful of it stretching open Clark’s asshole as it pumped back and forth. Second, Clark had smirked at him, his blue eyes dark as he reached for Bruce’s wrist. “Good timing,” Clark had said, pulling Bruce closer.

Bruce had managed to slip out of Clark’s grip, and it had taken some convincing that he was only here for a blood sample, not for anything else, no, really, Clark, just lie still and let me do this, okay?

Clark had sulked for a moment before lying down, and there he now was, looking at Bruce like he was starving and Bruce was a feast.

Bruce reminded himself that Clark was only looking at him like that because of the heat and that he was only here to prevent this from happening again.

“Bruce, why don’t you stay?” Clark asked, pushing himself up on his elbows when Bruce gathered the vial, the needle and the other supplies once he had finished. “You’re supposed to monitor me, aren’t you?”

He closed his eyes for a moment. “Yes,” he said, and opened his eyes to look at Clark’s face, trying not to look elsewhere, but dammit, every gorgeous inch of Clark was on display, his cock jutting out proudly and inviting. “But I should analyse your blood. I will return in a few hours.”

“Do you have to do that right now?” Clark reached down to wrap his hand around his cock, and Bruce’s eyes traveled south as Clark pumped his fist slowly up and down. “You should stay, Bruce. C’mon, you’re here to help me out.”

He was, and that was why he had to go. If Clark remembered this once it was over, he would hate Bruce for not leaving. This wasn’t the real Clark; this was hormones and chemicals. The real Clark would never look at Bruce like he was the only thing that mattered. “I will return in a few hours,” he managed, then quickly walked out.

Once he felt he was a safe distance from Clark, he leaned back against the wall and shoved his hand down his trousers, seeking his own achingly hard cock. Fuck, how the hell was he supposed to deal with a horny Clark without going mad otherwise? He shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be biting back a groan while thinking about Clark all desperate for sex.

Clark had probably gone back to using the fucking machine. He was probably getting fucked by that thing right now, writhing on the bed in pleasure as his ass was being filled. Bruce closed his eyes, unable to stop the mental images, and he came after only a couple of firm, fast strokes.

He sunk down on the floor, swearing at himself for not being able to control his libido. He glanced at the vial of blood. Time to do some work.

Just want a focus on Bruce being older and feeling the wear of being Batman. Maybe he can't go all night like he used to when he was younger, or he has a bad back, and some night's he's just too exhausted to get it up. Sometimes Bruce worries that he can't satisfy Clark sexually, but sometimes Clark actually prefers it when they can just sleep together, or give each other simple hand jobs.

I love Bruce's POV so much! How he's trying to be objective and clinical and helpful, how guilty he feels for wanting Clark, how he assumes that Clark doesn't really want to spend time around him.

The real Clark would never look at Bruce like he was the only thing that mattered.
RIGHT IN THE FEELS. Horny Clark is so hot, but also kind of sad, poor thing, and poor Bruce for having to resist him. (Did Clark hear him jerk off after Bruce left? ;D)

This is really great, I'm so happy you're continuing to write this. :D

Aw, this prompt is super sweet. <3

You go with that iron will Bruce! I so love his inner thoughts here. And ugh the sex is so hot! Hope to see more of this!

Yeeeeeeeeees, ugh, anon, this is just such a great balance of HNG OMG and FEELINGS, so so many feelings. I'm repeating one of the other anons but it's worth saying again: I LOVE Bruce trying so ridiculously hard to stay objective and TOTALLY FAILING, and Clark so desperate, and everything about this is just awesome. THANK YOU.

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