ShadowDancing

submission dated 1-2-06
author: FireCracker
(Italic copy bordered by_underscore_)
Archive? You'd better.
No money from this, all in fun!

Warnings: None specific, but be prepared for a surprise!

Pairings: Bruce/Kal

Shadowdancing

They made an agreement in secret.

It was months ago, on a rooftop in Gotham. Stressed after an Omac attack, two heroes of renown argued.

Accusations followed an exchange of angry words. Methods were questioned, attitudes attacked.

And then something happened.

Declarations exploded with raw emotion. Shock and response. A hard embrace wrapped around sizzling kisses, leaving both heroes hot and wanting more.

It was a new beginning.

****

Bruce entered the luxury suite quietly, wearing a disguise. As a civilian it gave him mobility in public places, but this was for pleasure not buisness. A trenchcoat slipped free of the broad frame, as blue eyes adjusted to dim lighting.

"Kal?"

"In here, Bruce." the rich voice responded. Smiling, Wayne stepped into a huge bedroom with a wet bar and plasma screen. Muscled bulk was visible under glistening satin sheets. Aromatic candles lit everywhere on glass plates. Oysters, caviar and wine set on a separate standing tray.

"Hmm. This is nice. Did I keep you waiting long?"

The shaded figure smiled. "I could show you, but I might not make it that far. What in the world are you wearing?"

A laugh. Bruce tossed his checkered hat aside and pulled off the false moustache. "You should've seen the snotty desk clerk. He demanded identification. I guess I didn't appear blue blood enough."

"Any trouble?"

"Only for him. I told him I was a 'government agent' and that it was classified. He bit on the false ID."

Broad arms lifted in the dim lighting. "That's my Bruce. Now come here!"

The detective did a slow strip, bending over. "Are all kryptonians so impatient?"

A gasp. "God, Bruce. Stop that before I jump you!"

Bruce pulled his shirt off, flexing. "Will you take it easy? You're acting like you haven't had any for years!"

"When I'm not around you it seems like years."

Powerful thighs kicked free of pants. "Better?"

The kryptonian crooked his finger, smiling. "I want to do the rest."

Bruce glided to the bed, eyes hooded. "Kal." the deep voice purred. He'd barely gotten close when strong fingers pulled at his crotch, ripping briefs away.

"Yessss."

Bruce keened as a hot mouth engulfed his cock, slurping hungrily. He managed to collapse across the bed, but Kal never released him.

"G-ahhh!!"

He grabbed the tousled head, holding on for dear life. His body betrayed him as Kal deep throated wildly. Vibrating fingers at superspeed slipped inside, bringing him to the edge

Groans of pleasure escaped Bruce as hot tongue swirled his cockhead at impossible speed, making him swell. He nearly came before Kal suddenly reared back and lifted him high, spreading perfect legs.

He held on, barely. "Hurry!"

Kal massaged his own cock quickly, taking aim. Bruce traced it with a quick finger, tasting strawberry jelly.

"Not...bad." he was sweating now, heat and desire flushing his skin. Kal sank into him, head thrown back.

"Sweet, Bruce...yessss...so tight!"

Bruce slammed against the tight torso. "Move!!" he growled in desperation, his own cock weeping now. Strong hands gripped massive forearms.

Kal leaned over him, staying motionless. Bruce was nearly split, the angle making him shake.

He saw a devious grin in the dark under glittering eyes. "I can make you come like this, you know."

Bruce growled, shutting his eyes. The cock filling him was getting hotter and vibrating, pressing his prostate. "Kal, please! Can't...going to-"

"So beautiful." Kal plowed into him hard, hips snapping. The bed shook, rattling the wall. Bruce bounced, flailing wildly as he was pummelled.

He screamed, the world going dark as orgasm seized his body. In a dim haze of lust he heard Kal shout seconds later. The kryptonian fell over him with a dull thud.

Bruce gasped for air, boneless and sated. He blinked, attempting to clear spots from his eyes.

Kal stroked his ribs tenderly. "You okay?" he breathed against the strong jaw.

Bruce angled for a kiss. "What do you think? Damn, Kal...that was hot."

The kryptonian rubbed noses, smiling. "You're what's hot, Bruce. I swear I can't get enough of you. The way you taste and feel."

Broad fingers traced lazy circles down a wide back. "We can't keep doing this, Kal. Sooner or later someone will find out. And I...still feel bad about Lois."

"Not bad enough to stop, Bruce."

"I thought you loved her! Doesn't this bother you at all?"

There was a heavy silence in the dark. "More than you know. I've always loved her, but things have changed. We haven't...made love in awhile."

Bruce stared at glittering eyes. "How long, Kal?"

"It isn't important. I don't want to hurt her. She's been carrying guilt about our situation ever since the change."

Fingers stroked the thick brows. "I'm sorry. But this is still wrong."

Kal sighed, nuzzling. "I don't want to be right, Bruce. I love you. I've always loved you. Do you want to stop?"

"I-"

"Can you stop? When we're together, all I feel is fire."

"Damn!" Bruce plunged into the hot mouth with tongue. The kiss was long and sizzling. He reached underneath Kal, squeezing round ass cheeks. The kryptonian groaned into his mouth, desire spiking again. Rock hard erections pressed again, sticky from before.

Bruce rolled his lover over. "My turn." he growled.

****

The sheets were scented and warm. Bruce smiled at his sleeping kryptonian. Handsome features were peaceful in the dim recessed lighting. Leaning on an elbow, he traced a line over the angular nose. And then he noticed something.

/Strange.../

His analytical mind clear from the haze of lovemaking, Bruce stared with sharp eyes. Hands roamed the broad chest, more barrel shaped than he remembered. Less tapered at the waist, more thick and solid. The face, handsome but off somehow...

Shapes. Bruce wondered if he was losing his mind. The jawline was a bit more angular than usual, nose shorter.

"Just my imagination."

Kal sighed contentedly, leaning into his touch. Black lashes fanned from resting eyes. He didn't awaken.

Bruce smiled again, looking around for something to read. He pulled a magazine from the nightstand and hit the overhead lamp.

And went into shock.

"Oh my god."

Kal rolled to him, giving a full view of his massive chest. Turquoise eyes shone warmly. "Thanks for the compliment."

Bruce gawked. "Since when do you have gray hair?!"

The kryptonian paled briefly before composing himself. "You've found me out, Bruce."

"Dammit, I've been tricked!" he moved to get out of bed. Kal pinned him.

"You're right. I'm sorry for the deception-"

"What have you done with Kal-El!"

A shrug. "Nothing. Just sent him on a wild goose chase out of the solar system. He'll be back in a week or so. You look gorgeous, by the way."

Bruce glared up defiantly. "Save it. I'm out of here!!"

"No. I won't let you leave this bed angry." Kal-L looked him over hungrily.

Bruce sweated, remembering their night together. "Let me up or I swear-"

"Your kryptonite doesn't affect me. Enough, Bruce. Despite the deception, you can't deny how our bodies fit."

Those famously blue eyes flashed wildly. "You aren't my Kal!"

"You aren't my Bruce either, but in some ways even better. I never thought I'd say so."

Bruce suspended his anger. "What do you mean, 'better'?"

"You are...how can I say this? More refined in what you do well. His heart was more open, but yours is far more intense. I suspected, and now I know...we'd be so good together."

"Are you insane? I'm with Clark-"

A smirk. "You certainly are."

"I mean MY Clark!"

Kal-L suckled the corded throat. "I can be yours, also. And publicly we could work in a way your Kal can't."

"No." Bruce gasped, feeling his body heat from touches. "I can control this. You won't-"

"Your mental shields are remarkable, Bruce. How did your Kal break them?"

Bruce squirmed under the firm hold. "I've got news for you, mister. It was mutual! Not like last night."

"You're wrong."

"No I'm not! You laid a trap."

"Still, you came to me. I didn't force you against your will."

"Don't twist this around, Kal-L. This isn't your world, and I'm not 'your' Bruce. Go back to your pocket universe!"

Kal-L closed his eyes briefly. "I have no world, Bruce. At least not a true one."

Bruce instantly regretted his words. "I'm...sorry. That just came out. But please, let me up. You can't expect anything to come of this."

Kal-L kissed him softly. "I treasured our night together, Bruce. You're special. Never forget that."

Bruce was taken aback at the intensity. "Maybe...in another time, another place. But not like this." some curiosity made him wonder. "What was he like?"

"You mean my Bruce?"

"Yes. I mean-"

A gentle laugh. "I know what you mean. As I said, his marriage and reconciliation with the past had a calming influence. Dedicated and loyal. Stubborn and persistent."

"Hmm."

Kal-L thumbed sensuous lips. "You're quite different, really. And nothing alike in bed, either."

Bruce stared in stunned disbelief. "It seems Supermen are destined to cheat on their wives."

"Only with Bruce Waynes. Although mine was a true 'bottom' and far less aggressive."

Bruce made a choking noise.

"I loved him greatly, but our sex was rather plain. Not that it mattered so much, really."

Bruce eased up, redfaced. "I should have quit when I was ahead."

Kal-L smiled gently. "I get the feeling you'll do most anything for pleasure, Bruce. Despite your repression and denial."

"Thanks for the psychoanalysis. Maybe you're just transferring feelings to me from your own Bruce."

Kal-L frowned a bit. "Touche'. I walked into that one." He leaned in for another kiss. "There's still so much we could share."

"It's not a good idea. Too strange." Bruce found himself staring. Although older, Kal-L was undeniably handsome. The gray temples gave a distinguished look his own Clark didn't have. Without realizing it, he touched them.

"You like?"

"Not bad. Kind of gives me an idea of what my Clark will look like. But I can see the differences."

"I expect that from the world's greatest detective. But enough talking, Bruce. That body is made for loving, and I want all of you."

"I can't believe this! Kal never spoke to me this way."

"I'm not him. Come here!"

"Go to hell, Kal. Maybe I'm the one who should pound you again-"

The kryptonian practically glowed. "Great Rao, you're something. I haven't felt this wonderful in years! I actually slept after we made love."

Blade blue eyes narrowed. "You once told me you never lie. Why did you do this, ambush me?"

Kal answered without hesitation. "I was impressed after watching you from another dimension. I had to compare, understand what makes you tick. And most importantly I wanted to know you better."

"Couldn't a simple meeting have sufficed? Why the elaborate scheme?"

The older man blushed a bit. "Try going without any for years. And dammit, after seeing you buff at the JLA showers I had to have you."

Bruce rolled his eyes. "Great. The original paragon of virtue is a peeping freak."

"Guilty as charged. I never claimed to be a saint, just someone who does whatever is necessary."

"I ascribe to that myself."

Those eyes glittered again lustfully. "No more talking, Bruce. That body of yours is ridiculous." he gathered the big man close. "I understand why your Kal is so possessive."

"You...know-" Bruce gasped as he was grabbed.

"Yes." Kal-L clutched him and started vibrating his entire body. He thrust against Bruce, cock to cock. The embrace was returned hungrily, Bruce wrapping legs around. Neither of them lasted long. They shouted again quickly, creaming bellies and thighs. Bruce went down on Kal-L, savoring his cock. A lick of the shaft before sharing his treat in a sloppy kiss. More globs of cream were suckled from washboard abs.

"Hot." the kryptonian watched him with hooded eyes, still lusting. Thick fingers raked bronzed shoulders.

Bruce looked up with a smile that made Kal melt. "Destiny, I guess."


THE END