Blue Dreams

author: FireCracker
(Italic copy bordered by_underscore_)
Archive? You'd better.
7/13/06-8/26/07

Warnings: Horny heroes, screwed relationships.

Pairing: Bruce/Clark

Clark doesn't kiss and tell.

Blue Dreams 4

"Mmm."

A slurp. Slick, expert tongue laved a trail along perfect flesh. Wet kisses of worship, loud and deep.

Hot tongues finally untangled. With a contented sigh, Bruce stretched over his kryptonian. The diamond

hard body was a blanket of heat.

Kal looked up through shaded eyes. "Still want me to leave?"

Bruce gave a rare smile. "You surprise me."

Broad fingers stroked masculine features. "I do my best. So, do you want me to stay?"

A hard kiss. "What do you think?" Bruce lay his head alongside Kal's. "You're fantastic."

"I want it to be perfect with us."

"It was." a nuzzle. "You know, it's strange...I should feel guilty, but-"

Turquoise eyes sparkled. "But?"

Bruce shook his head. "I don't. Us being together like this...it's so perfect."

Kal held him close in the dim light. "I have a confession, Bruce." the rich voice was nearly a whisper.

"Yes?"

"I've wanted this for years. Waking up with you is a dream. And you feel so good...you're hard and soft at

the same time."

Bruce twirled the spit curl around a finger. "What am I going to do with you?" he was almost wistful.

The happy kryptonian flashed a smile. "You've already done it, love."

Bruce felt warm at the endearment. "No one's ever called me that, Kal."

"Does it bother you?"

"No, it sounds good." another nuzzle. "Damn, I don't want to get up."

Kal clutched him under silk blankets. "I don't think you can."

Bruce flashed a dangerous smile. "And why not?"

The dark head nodded briefly. "We're stuck together, in case you hadn't noticed."

Bruce chuckled, feeling the rumble of their pulses through their chests. It was true. Dried semen practically

fused them together.

Kal grinned. "You have a beautiful smile, Bruce. Too bad you hide it behind the Bat."

A sigh. "Maybe...it's because you make me forget things for a little while."

Those turquoise eyes were serious suddenly. "It could be like this all the time-"

Bruce sat up, the enormity of the situation suddenly apparent. "Oh, god...I swore I'd never break a

marriage!"

A powerful hand reached his shoulder, massaging it. "Bruce-"

"Dick will never respect me. Or forgive!"

Kal pulled his lover into an embrace. "You love him, I know. He's a good man."

"What about you, Kal? Don't you feel the least bit guilty?"

Superman sidled on an elbow, thoughtful. "Lois and I have been having problems lately-"

"That doesn't justify what we've done here!"

"No, but hear me out. Lois and I barely have a marriage anymore."

"But why? Is that the reason you're here!" a tinge of accusation held the deep voice.

Kal pulled him into a searing kiss.

Bruce finally came up for air, gasping. "Answer me."

Starbright eyes gleamed. "You're not a substitute, Bruce. Never."

A pause. "What happened with Lois?"

"Everything. We just seem to be growing apart, Bruce. Between my adventures and her career, we rarely

even see each other."

"But wasn't this an issue from the beginning? What's so different now?"

Kal pulled him close, speaking into an ear. "It's been gradual. Her career has always been important, but

now its the focus of her universe. It's a dark time, but exciting from a reporting standpoint. Omacs,

Thangagar War, the explosion at JLA Tower...the list goes on and on."

"But how does that pose an immediate threat to your marriage?"

"The point is, she wants Clark. Not Kal-El of Krypton. I've feared this all along. Despite appearance I'm still

an alien. And maybe there are too many differences to reconcile."

Bruce edged up. "Clark's human to her, even if he's just a persona."

"I often thought so. Being Superman's wife is prestige, but Clark is safe and controllable."

"Ha. You never struck me as the henpecked type, Kal."

"She respects my accomplishments as Superman, but not Clark the man."

Blue eyes flashed. "That's insane. How can you love someone only in sections?"

The big kryptonian lowered moody eyes. "I have no clue. I do love her, though."

Bruce felt his blood heat again. "Then why the hell are you in bed with me?!"

Steel hands grabbed cable thick arms, preventing motion. "Wait! You don't understand, Bruce."

"Talk quick, mister-"

"I'm not IN love with her. That's the difference."

Bruce calmed a little, staring down intensely. "Keep going."

"I haven't been for awhile...maybe never. She was beautiful, intelligent and competitive. I felt honored, you

know? Most women just see me as a myth, a larger than life person. But Lois was never intimidated."

Bruce traced lazy circles over the wide chest. "That woman wouldn't fear Darkseid. But I see your point."

"I don't want worship and flattery, Bruce. That's what attracted me to Lois in the first place. She was

completely different."

"But?"

Kal quirked a smile. "I thought being married would complete me. It doesn't, at least not with her."

Bruce pulled up. "Relationships can be complicated. Maybe you haven't found the right person. If you want

to be free, be honest with Lois. She may hate you for it, but it's better than living a lie."

"Yes." Kal stared strangely, eyes alight.

Bruce felt his heart slam, realizing his mistake. "Wait, Kal, I didn't mean-"

Warm hands massaged the powerful arms. "Oh Bruce, I know. I may have had doubts before, but not

now."

"Listen to me. I'm not telling you to break up with Lois!"

"No?"

"No! That's insane, and I couldn't live with myself. And I can't believe you'd hurt her that way."

Those hands squeezed banded muscle. "No, you're right. But I'm tired of pretending, Bruce. We're both

going through the motions."

"There something else you're forgetting...the League. How long do you think it would be before the rumors

start again?"

Kal smashed Bruce against him again, chest to chest. Pulse thumped and vibrated between them.
"Feel that. Our hearts, Bruce. They beat together-"


"Oh, god, Kal-" Bruce dove into a kiss. Kal met it eagerly, tongue slopping. They clutched in crazed passion

before easing up.

The dark knight shook his head, a final denial. "This never should have happened. We'll have to let it go, for

everyone's sake."

The kryptonian gritted his teeth, features darkening in anger. "For Lois and Dick? Because you won't

choose or can't decide?"

Blazing blue eyes matched the intensity. "Dick's off limits."

"I'm flexible, Bruce. You have a dilemma."

The dark knight spluttered, easing back. "What the hell does that mean?"

Kal stroked his face. "Dick's quite attractive-"

Cursing, Bruce rolled from bed. Kal watched him curiously.

"Are you offended?"

Bruce pointed, his face coloring. "A three way? Is that what you're suggesting!"

Kal smiled vaguely. "Not exactly. But if you'd like-"

"Are you insane? There's no way I could approach Dick with something like that!"

The big kryptonian yawned, stretching lazily. "Come here, Bruce. I feel too good to argue."

Bruce wrapped a sheet around his middle. "That's not an answer. Dick still believes we can make things

work. He dosen't trust my feelings for you."

"Do you?" Kal's voice had an edge.

Bruce faltered. "I don't know, honestly. It seems to be pretty intense-"

"Tell me about it." the deep voice was smug.

"All right!" Bruce snapped, pacing. Glittering turquoise eyes watched in fascination.

The broad back rippled with tension and energy. "I love Dick, Kal. I won't lie to you."

"You haven't. But you're leaving something out."

"No I'm not."

Kal abruptly got out of bed. In one swift motion he stood directly in front of Bruce. The dark knight raised his

eyes defiantly.

"Shall we try that again, detective?"

"You want me to say it? I'll say it. I need you-"

Kal stepped closer, sculpted perfection wrapped in satin. "Keep going."

"I...want you."

Lips touched. "Mmm...getting better, Bruce. Anything else?"

Bruce spluttered, at a loss for words. Kal pinned his wrists to the wall before dropping to his knees.

Bruce stared down, apprehension and desire heating his blood. "What do you think you're doing?"

Kal smiled wickedly before sweeping tongue over salty thighs. Bruce shivered, his cock lifting. The

kryptonian nuzzled his crotch, sniffing the dense black thatch.

"mmm. This part I remember best." Kal purred. "Hung like a freaking horse!"

"You-akk!"

The hot mouth worked him mercilessly, suckling heavy sacs before moving up the thick shaft. Bruce

mewed in pleasure, his head arched back.

"K-Kal-"

An impossibly hot tongue tip swirled the velvet cockhead, teasing it to release. Bruce shook uncontrollably,

his body tightening. Taught planes of muscle stood out in bold relief.

"oh god oh god oh god-"

Two fingers jabbed between his thighs, filling him suddenly and vibrating his prostate. It was too much.

With a shout Bruce came forcefully, splashing hot thickness over chiseled features. Kal leaned in close,

slopping up the wet thatch and capturing all of it.

Shivering, Bruce collapsed down into rock hard arms. "Damn." he finally managed to say, eyes closing.

Kal grinned from ear to ear. "Good?"

Bruce rolled him over on the floor, eyes flickering a dark light. "I'll show you."

****

A sated Kal reflected on their wild lovemaking an hour later. Admitedly, he'd never been bound to a chair

and gagged with with his own cape before being taken. It was a new experience.

He looked forward to more such experiences in the future. Life with Bruce would never be dull or

predictable. Of course, it was one of the reasons he was so crazy about the man.

Kal sighed, tracing the now peaceful features of Bruce in sleep. They'd finally just collapsed on the floor

since the bed was a complete mess. Alfred would probably wonder who died in there.

Bruce was such a handsome man. Kal could never fathom the self imposed isolation, save for a few

friends and associates. The man could have whomever he wanted, yet rarely chose anyone.

The Kryptonian smiled. Just another reason to hold his human close and cherish him.

"What are you staring at?"

The deep voice was croaky with sleep as Bruce suddenly opened glacial blue eyes.

Kal tapped his nose. "Just admiring Adonis."

"Ha!"

"Well, it's true."

"Hmm." Bruce edged up on an elbow, looking around. "I don't ever recall this room being such a wreck." a

pause, smiling wickedly.

"Well, maybe once or twice."

Kal glared with suspicion. "Should I ask what? Or who, specifically?"

Bruce stretched to a sitting position on the carpet. "No. You hungry? I could eat a horse."

The kryptonian gave a shaded smile. "You already did. I know I have!"

Bruce couldn't help but laugh. "Would you knock it off? I'm serious here."

Kal pulled Bruce to his feet. "Some coffee and pancakes would be good. I'm not fussy."

"I forgot about you corn fed farm boys. Well, let's get washed up first before calling Alfred."

Clark straightened up the furniture a bit, perfect body flexing. "You think he might disapprove?"

"I know he will." Bruce sighed, thinking. "I don't know what to do about Dick."

Powerful arms pulled Bruce into an embrace. "Be straight with him if you love him."

Bruce leaned into the hold. "Follow your own advice, Clark. Tell Lois."

A pause. "I dread it."

"It has to be done."

"I know."

Bruce eased away, giving Clark a full view of his backside. "Come on, let's go shower."

****

The two men ate quietly in the pantry off the main kitchen. Alfred gave cool, clipped conversation before

excusing himself to do some cleaning.

Clark was crestfallen. "He knows."

Bruce glared up from his plate. "Of course he knows! Alfred isn't a fool...we probably made enough noise

to wake the dead."

"Another person to get things straight with."

"He's disappointed in me, Clark. In us both. But we made this decision together. Now it's a matter of

accepting the consequences."

"Consequences of what?" a new voice broke in suddenly. Two dark heads turned. In the doorway stood

Dick in his Nightwing costume.

Bruce managed a smile. "Hello, Dick. We were just having breakfast."

Dick observed carefully, a habit of being raised as a detective. "Pretty early. New crisis in the JLA?" sharp

blue eyes darted to Clark.

The kryptonian coughed. "Well, nothing that you aren't aware of. We were just comparing notes."

Dick pulled off his domino mask. "How very interesting. Bruce is rarely up so early unless he's full of

energy. I happen to know what type of energy." a snide grin.

"Dick." Bruce warned.

Clark frowned. "If you have something to say, just get it off your chest."

A shrug of sculpted shoulders. "Can't friends chat? And after all, we're friends, right?"

"Right." Glittering eyes followed the young man as he reached for a plate.

"Sometimes." Dick sat with a flourish, eyes narrowing on Bruce. "Sometimes, people disappoint you

greatly. Whether intentionally or not, you know?"

"I've made plenty of mistakes, Dick." Bruce responded neutrally. "I expect to make more."

"Did you make one last night?" bright teeth shone in a snarl.

Clark rounded on Dick. "How dare you-"

"How dare I? Aren't you married? Or is that just for show!"

Starbright eyes looked away suddenly. "You have no idea what you're talking about, Dick."

"At least I know what the hell I see."

Bruce leaped to his feet suddenly, angry. "And what do you see?"

Dick met the challenge, standing also. "Two reckless and stupid people."

Kal wiped his mouth with a napkin, standing. "I should leave, Bruce. This isn't the right time."

"Didn't know cheating needed a schedule." Dick snapped over his shoulder. "Goodbye, blue. I'll be sure to

ignore you at all the meetings."

Clark glanced at Bruce briefly before leaving in silence.

****

Bruce paused before speaking. "Dick, I know this looks bad. I talked to you earlier-"

"Spare me, Bruce. I thought you'd do the right thing." Dick dropped down, burying his face in his hands.

"Damn you!"

"I'm...forgive me."

Dick reared back suddenly, laughing. "Forgive?"

Bruce stood off in defeat. "You hate me."

"Hate?" Dick yanked another chair to the table forcefully. He pointed.

"Sit down, Bruce. You and me are having it out."

TO BE CONTINUED