DCEU Prompt Post #1

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Welcome to Round One of the DCEU Kink Meme!

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• Post anonymously.
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• One prompt per comment. Warnings for common triggers and squicks are encouraged, but not required.
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FILL: in my head the unsaid words; Bruce/Clark, first time they're tender (2/3ish?)

[(Anonymous)]

So, this is kind of writing itself??? Except for the part where it's somehow totally failing to be porny, that's on me.

ANYWAY. I'm basing the Justice League portrayed here on New 52 + the movie lineup planned for DCEU as I understand it—as best I can tell, Ezra Miller's Flash is Barry Allen, but I'm not 100% sure! And there's no plot here, just feelings. *handwaves*




Bruce is the one who makes the first mistake.




Putting Lex Luthor behind bars doesn't do anything to stop anybody else from collecting kryptonite—and the stuff is like a goddamn villains' crackerjack prize. Never mind that the League collected every detectable trace from the ocean years ago, with Arthur's help; more keeps showing up anyway, new colors and new effects, new assaults Superman can't defend himself against.

When they find Clark this time, he's surrounded by a veritable rainbow of it: good old green to weaken him so he lacks the strength to get away from the red, the purple, the blue, the silver. Together it all gleams uncomfortably brightly, and with that much around him, Clark is turned into a ghastly mirror—the glow of the rocks is matched by his skin, intersecting cracks made of light spiderwebbing up his arms and across his face, green and red and purple and blue—

Barry darts past Bruce's shoulder; there's a brief rush of breeze, and then all the kryptonite is gone and it's just Clark, lying in a cage, shaking, the blazing marks the kryptonite scored into him slowly starting to recede.

Very, very slowly. He left the Watchtower almost two days ago; they realized there was something wrong eighteen hours ago. He's been exposed for at least twenty-four hours straight.

Diana and Victor are the likeliest to be able to lift him comfortably when he's this weak. Bruce gets out of their way, and makes a note to invest some research time into learning who exactly owns this building.




And that's why it happens. The kryptonite. Or, more accurately: the kryptonite plus Clark being an idiot.

It's true that they've been consistent. They've been sleeping together for years, at this point, and the League has maintained the same basic shift schedule at the Watchtower nearly all of that time—when there's no current crisis, their off-duty hours overlap just so. They've fucked during that window like clockwork, nearly every time they've had the chance.

But Clark was led into a trap, abducted, depowered and tortured. Bruce isn't expecting the knock on his door at all.

(Perhaps that's the real mistake. If he'd been prepared, he wouldn't have let it get as far. He'd have turned Clark away to start with.)

Objectively, Clark looks all right when Bruce opens the door. His hands, his face, are no longer mazed with cracks like breaking glass; there's no sickly light seeping out of his bones.

Subjectively—

Subjectively, it's a relief.

(If Bruce can't assess his own weaknesses accurately, he can't form contingency plans that account for them. He can—must—conceal them from everyone else; but, by the same token, he doesn't lie to himself.)

Subjectively, he hadn't been pleased by the thought that he wouldn't see Clark today—he had seen the results of Clark's medical scans, had been well aware Clark would be all right, and had remained obscurely unsatisfied by the knowledge.

The numbers displaying on the screens outside the medical bay should have helped more than the moment Bruce's hands touch Clark's chest. But Bruce doesn't lie to himself.

And that alone should have been enough of a red flag to stop him; but he takes Clark's shirt off anyway.




The mistake was made when Bruce opened the door. It's made when the shirt comes off. When they hit the bed; when Bruce slicks himself up, more hurried than thorough; when he parts his thighs and lowers himself down.

(The mistake's been made for years.)

Clark regularly does things for Bruce that no one else can do. Fucks him up against walls through three rounds, four, effortlessly—fucks himself on Bruce's dick for so long any human's thighs would give out—or, like today, presses up into Bruce from underneath, bearing his own weight and Bruce's, lifting both of them with each thrust.

His hands are a little tight on Bruce's hips; but Clark knows the limits. Clark doesn't make mistakes. Bruce keeps his gaze trained to the middle distance, somewhere over Clark's flexing shoulder, and doesn't say anything.

(They don't talk about it.)

And then—

Then Clark makes a small sound, barely a noise at all, and under Bruce's bracing hand, his arm shakes.

Re: FILL: in my head the unsaid words; Bruce/Clark, first time they're tender (2/3ish?)

[(Anonymous)]

I continue to love this so much! And lots of feelings are great, that's just what I wanted from this prompt. :D

I love your Bruce, how he's trying so hard to keep a grip on himself and his emotions and yet of course he worries about Clark. Aaaaaaaaaah. Your Bruce voice is so great:
(If Bruce can't assess his own weaknesses accurately, he can't form contingency plans that account for them. He can—must—conceal them from everyone else; but, by the same token, he doesn't lie to himself.)

Oh, and I love them fucking during their downtime at the Watchtower, "like clockwork". And the descriptions of their marathon fucking and Bruce loving all the things only Clark can do. And I love that they switch. :D This is super great, anon author, I'm looking forward to the next part. :D

Re: FILL: in my head the unsaid words; Bruce/Clark, first time they're tender (2/3ish?)

[(Anonymous)]

:D Oh, I'm so glad, OP, thank you!

BRUCE. One of the things I really wanted to try while filling your fantastic prompt was to walk a line between ALL THE FEELINGS that Bruce is so definitely having, and his POV doing its best to ignore them, so this is basically the best compliment I could possibly have hoped for.

:D And instead of repetitively talking about how overjoyed I am that you like so many pieces of this (!), I will just say: they TOTALLY switch. *high-fives*