DCEU Prompt Post #1

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Welcome to Round One of the DCEU Kink Meme!

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Chapter 3

[(Anonymous)]

Clark cried out as Bruce situated himself between his thighs and then promptly started biting and licking at his neck, hard. Where mortal flesh would have started bruising and bleeding in agony, Clark only felt ecstasy at the blunt teeth and molten hot tongue digging and swiping at his flesh. Bruce transferred his hold of Clark's wrists to one hand, using the other to trail down one of Clark's well built arms, then his heaving suit covered chest, then down his quivering stomach and then finally past his navel.

" Bruce!" Clark cried as Bruce started kneading him between his legs through the Kryptonian suit, all the while not letting up in his ministrations to Clark's neck and throat. This delicious torture went on for what seemed like a life-age until finally, Clark could stand it no more.

" B-Bruce... Oh God Bruce." He groaned.

With reluctance, Bruce withdrew from Clark's neck, pleased to see that his almost savage efforts had left Clark's skin reddened. He wished that he could mark Clark's whole body with bruises, but since that was not a viable possibility, Bruce was content with marking Clark in a more intimate way.

" What?" Bruce growled through gritted teeth.

Clark let out and shuddering breath before he spoke.

" Please, let me get out of my suit." He groaned.

Bruce let a wicked smirk curl up the corner of his mouth before he nodded and finally let go of Clark's wrists. Bruce then sat back, his hands trailing over Clark's still closed chest and making the younger man groan. Under Bruce's dark, lustful eyes Clark reached for the symbol emblazoned across his chest, the sign of " hope" and the house of El and pressed down on the center of it with two fingers. Before Bruce's very eyes the alien material swirled and formed little hexagonal shapes and it slowly receded from Clark's body, retracting into the symbol and shrinking into a tiny talisman attached to a delicate silver chain around Clark's neck.

Now Clark lay before him gloriously nude and his body more than ready for what lay ahead

" Nifty." Bruce commented dryly before he deftly pulled off the custom black leather gloves and spiked gauntlets he had on, taking care to set them down safely on the rooftop at the base of the Reaper statue before he turned his full attention back to Clark.

Bruce leaned in and proceeded to plunder Clark's mouth again, his now bare hands seeking out Clark's naked form while his black cap billowed around them almost like a tent, obscuring them greatly from the outside world. As he kissed Clark breathless, the Kryptonian moaned against his mouth and wreathed beneath his hands and Bruce pinched his nipples, kneaded his chest and stomach, and wracked his blunt nails over the slightly raised scar that cut diagonally across his chest, the only lasting mark of his death at Doomsday's hand.

With a groan, Clark wrenched his mouth away from Bruce's and gasped at a particularly hard squeeze. Panting hard, Clark gazed up at Bruce with hooded eyes. Then he reached up and took Bruce's cowl covered face into his hands. They said not a word, but Bruce understood clearly. Clark was ready for him. With a rumble, Bruce smacked Clark's hands away and lashed out, one of his hands burying itself into Clark's dark curls at the back of his head and then yanking mercilessly.

Clark let out an inarticulate mule as he head was forced back, his eyes falling shut as he lay spread beneath Bruce. With his other hand, Bruce trailed his fingers roughly down Clark's front before seeking out the zipper to his own armor.

A few moments later, Clark ragged, strangled scream filled the night air as Bruce entered him raw. Clark's muscles protested the intrusion, but remained in tact as Bruce sank into him. Bruce groaned as he was surrounded by the most perfect, tight heat. Without giving Clark much time to adjust, Bruce drew his hips back, almost pulling all the way out before driving back in with bruising force.

Chapter 4

[(Anonymous)]

Clark didn't know for how long he lay there, it could have been minutes, it could have been days. The rest of the world was faded and silent, there was only Bruce, looming above him and thrusting into him. Clark wrapped his legs tightly around Bruce's waist, being mindful even in his current state not to hurt his lover. His arms hung limp over either side of the Reaper statue, moving rhythmically with Bruce's thrusts.

Clark gazed up at Bruce, his hair sticking to his sweaty brown. Bruce was a sight to behold, his face contorted in pleasure even beneath the mask of Batman. Clark's chest and stomach heaved as he felt Bruce go deeper and deeper into him with each piston of his hips. With a soft groan, Clark reached out and wrapped his arms around Bruce's back beneath the cape, pulling the older man closer so that their chests were pressed firmly together. Clark took a moment to enjoy the scratchy feel of Bruce's kevlar suit against his bare chest before he sought out Bruce's mouth in a searing kiss.

Bruce growled against Clark's mouth and reached up to run his hands through Clark's hair and down his neck. With savage glee Bruce drove himself even further into Clark's body, finally hitting that special bundle of nerves.

" MMmmmm!" Clark screamed against Bruce's mouth, his entire body arching magnificently against Bruce's. Bruce wrapped his arms around Clark's bare waist and squeezed him hard enough to where normal bones would have crack.

With a muffled snarl, Bruce started to piston his hips even harder, hitting that spot again, and again, and again. The air shifted and the noises from both men began to grow louder and louder and more desperate. Clark could feel his release building at the base of his spine, tiny bolts of lighting traveling up the entire length of his back and over his shoulders.

Bruce hit his sweet spot again and then everything was going white.

" BRUCE!" Clark screamed and he wrenched his mouth away and arched almost clear into the air, release washing over him like a great deluge.

Bruce held on to Clark, continuing to thrust as the younger man's body went rigged against his and clamped down around him.

Bruce thrust once... twice, and then he too was falling over the edge.

" Clark." Bruce whispered as his whole body ignited with white fight, his release molten hot and coating the inside of Clark's body, marking him finally.

They road out the waves of pleasure, laying rigged for what seemed like an eternity before they both collapsed into each other in a debauched heap of tangled limbs and kevlar.

The only sounds were the wind, and both of their labored breathing as Clark lay eagle-spread over the statue of the Reaper with Bruce laying on top of him. As his arms hung limp over either side of the statue once more, the fabric of Bruce's cape lapped lazily at his boneless fingers. Staring up at the night sky with a dazed look on his face, Clark's fingers slowly wound themselves into the silting fabric of Bruce's cape.

Bruce lay with his cowled face buried in Clark's neck, breathing in his scent. The smell of sweat and ozone filled Bruce's nostrils and slowly helped to bring the Dark Knight back to Earth. With a shaky breath, Bruce pressed a kiss to the side of Clark's neck before he forced his wrung out body into motion. With a groan and Herculean effort, Bruce pushed himself up into a sitting position and gazed down at his dazed lover.

Clark lay there naked and spread, the pale moonlight from up above bathing him in a soft blue light. It made him seem so ethereal and unearthly, but to Bruce that was the beauty of the man. He was not fully of this Earth, he was the guardian, the extraordinary being, the one some people worshiped as a god. But to Bruce, Clark was one thing above all others.

His, from now until the day they met their end, Clark was his.

With renewed vigor, Bruce reached down and hooked an hand around Clark's neck while his other arm went around the Kryptonian's waist. Clark groaned at being moved, but went willingly as Bruce displayed some of his own strength and pulled his up. Clark let out a soft cry as he found himself straddling Bruce's lap, still connected to the older man in the most intimate way and sinking deeper onto him. Bruce took a moment to reach up and push the cowl off his face, leaving him as Bruce and not Batman.

Bruce looked up at Clark, running his hands up and down Clark's powerfully built back. Clark stared down at Bruce, taking in the handsome face of his lover feeling far too many things to adequately describe. Much could be said, but they didn't need words. With a shaky smile Clark reached up and wrapped his arms around Bruce, pressing his forehead to the other man's and sighing. Bruce reached for the to ends of his still billowing cape and helped them as he wrapped his arms around Clark in turn, ensconcing them in the silky blackness of the fabric. Bruce let his eyes flutter shut as he took reveled in the quietness. Bruce then leaned in and captured Clark's lips in a deep, slow, and gentle kiss. It was one Clark fervently returned. When they drew back, both men smiled at each other, the secret smile they shared with no one else.

About an hour later, the rooftop stood empty in the early hours of dawn, the pale light of morning already lightening the horizon to a pale blue. There were no discarded gloves or gauntlets, no red capes or black capes, not cries and groans. No Bat taking his quarry under the moon light. There was only the silence, the stillness for even the wind had died down.

There was only the Reaper, ever vigilante over Gotham as he had done for centuries past, keeping the secret of two extraordinary men.

The End

Re: Chapter 4

[(Anonymous)]

Damn that was hot!

Re: Chapter 4

[(Anonymous)]

Hi this is Filler, thank you so much for liking it!