Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

Title: Darkling, I Listen
Author: Aravis Tarkheena
Pairing: Bruce/Clark aka Superman/Batman
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Uh, man-sex
Disclaimer: Not mine, everyone’s legal.
Word Count: Around 800 or so.
Author’s Notes: DON’T JUDGE ME! >:O

Darkling, I Listen

Clark knew when Bruce needed sex. Clark could hear Bruce’s muscles tense and his heartbeat increase. He could smell the sex pheromones rolling off the man all the way from Metropolis. Sometimes they were so strong Clark was left wondering how no one else noticed. It was so glaringly obvious to him.

Bruce was always rougher around these times, he would be less gentle with the crooks he took down and harsh with the people he worked with. Every one else in the League saw a mean and brooding Bat, Clark saw a man who needed to come.

Clark always found himself listening closer then. Waiting to hear the tell tale sign of Bruce masturbating. He stayed up early into the morning, straining to hear the sounds of Bruce’s breathing and his heartbeat nine hundred miles away.

He waited days to hear those sounds, days of harsh words and hard looks and scathing comments. Days of corded muscles, erratic heartbeats and carefully controlled breathing.

He waited days until finally he heard Bruce give in. A tell-tale long sigh and a distinctive rustle of cloth. He waited until that controlled breathing became harsh pants and the sound of that rapid heart beat drowned out every other sound in his head.

He waited until he could wait no longer and he found himself hovering outside the open windows of Bruce’s bedroom.

Bruce was in his bed, back arched, mouth slack, bare skin washed in moonlight with one fist around his cock and two fingers of his other hand buried in his ass. The low light and fluid flexing of tense and restless muscles masked the pink scars that Clark knew were scattered across Bruce’s skin, making it seem milky white and utterly perfect in the moonlight.

Clark’s stomach clenched as Bruce moaned, wordlessly into the darkness of his empty room. Clark could feel his thick erection pressing against the slick fabric of his uniform, urging him on, into the bedroom.

Clark was, after all, nothing if not a man of action.

Bruce was startled, he flushed when Clark slipped into the room and his cry of indignation morphed into one of frustrated pleasure when Clark quickly tossed aside the sweaty, tangled sheets and sunk his mouth down on Bruce’s cock.

Bruce squirmed and gasped and shuddered under him as Clark moved his mouth over hypersensitive skin. He clutched at Clark with his free hand, urging Clark take him deeper, swallow more of him and the small aborted thrusts of Bruce’s hips told Clark more clearly than any verbal warning how close Bruce was to coming.

Clark reached down and slide a finger inside Bruce, next to Bruce’s own fingers and Bruce bucked into Clark’s hand and moaned, long and loud and clear. Clark pressed in deeper and felt Bruce follow suit with his own hand. A frustrated groan escaped Bruce’s lips. Clark pushed in even deeper, up to the last knuckle and far past where Bruce’s fingers could reach. Clark crooked his finger and pressed it firmly against Bruce’s prostate.

A violent shudder and another loud moan wracked Bruce’s body and Clark began milking Bruce’s prostate in time with the movements of his mouth over Bruce’s cock.

Bruce was wild, thrashing under Clark as much as he was able with Clark holding him, pinned to the bed. His heart sounded as if it would burst and he had stopped breathing altogether when Clark felt Bruce convulse and hot bitter fluid filled Clark’s mouth.

Bruce was boneless by the time his breathing had slowed back to something resembling it’s usual pace. His muscles were slack and his body was tossed gracelessly across his rumpled bed. A smug smirk ghosted across his lips but he seemed incapable of speech as all he managed to get out in way of an irate inquiry was a softly slurred “What just happened?”

Clark moved over Bruce on the bed, his cape draping silkily around them both, like a tent.

“You needed to come.” Clark whispered huskily against Bruce’s ear.

“Mmmmm…” Bruce replied, as if that was the most logical explanation that could have been given.

Clark hoped it was because he pressed his erection against Bruce’s strong thigh and whispered, “Now, I need to come.”

One blue eye opened languidly and appraised Clark with evident mischief.

Bruce made no verbal reply, just wrapped his arms around Clark’s neck and kissed him deeply. Clark thought it was pretty safe to say that he wouldn’t at all mind giving him exactly what he needed.

A/N: Anyone who can name the poem the title came from gets permission to make fun of me for writing this. No Google. This mocking privilege must be EARNED.


( 28 comments — Leave a comment )
Mar. 13th, 2008 10:19 pm (UTC)
I admit it; I looked it up, because I wanted to know, and what do you know? My guess was right :)

this was hot. and that's about all I can say! :)
Mar. 14th, 2008 10:17 am (UTC)
You can only tease me a little bit then.

I'm glad you liked it.
Mar. 13th, 2008 11:51 pm (UTC)
Scalding hot. Mind mushing hot. You are the Porn Queen, which is a compliment even if it doesn't seem like it.
Mar. 14th, 2008 10:17 am (UTC)
Just don't tell my mother. :D
Mar. 14th, 2008 03:43 am (UTC)
Good lordy, this was amazing! O_O

Mar. 14th, 2008 10:18 am (UTC)
Glad you liked it.
Mar. 23rd, 2008 04:27 pm (UTC)
Ooh, this was hot! I loved how Clark could hear everything and sense Bruce building up inside like that. Soooo erotic. I wish I had those powers to listen out for those things in men. >:D
Mar. 25th, 2008 11:49 pm (UTC)
Hahaha, oh man, you'd be unstoppable Tina. I very much doubt you'd use your powers for good.
Apr. 22nd, 2008 01:26 pm (UTC)
But I'm certain she would use them for awesome! :)
Apr. 20th, 2008 10:41 pm (UTC)
I wish I had those powers to listen out for those things in men.

I'm line for those powers too! ^_~ lol
Apr. 20th, 2008 09:48 pm (UTC)
XD Go Clark!

ZOMG that was so hot! x3 Yay for Clark finally taking the initiative!
Apr. 20th, 2008 11:05 pm (UTC)
*laughs* I'm glad you liked it.
Apr. 20th, 2008 09:57 pm (UTC)
Incredibly hot! :)

And this line for the win:

Every one else in the League saw a mean and brooding Bat, Clark saw a man who needed to come.

Apr. 20th, 2008 11:06 pm (UTC)
Clark is deeply intuitive... Oh man, I couldn't even TYPE that without laughing. *hangs head*
Apr. 20th, 2008 10:39 pm (UTC)
Hot like fire!! ^_^
Apr. 20th, 2008 11:06 pm (UTC)
Don't get burned!
Apr. 20th, 2008 11:13 pm (UTC)
too late, lol I'm already toast!
Apr. 20th, 2008 11:19 pm (UTC)
You're in luck then, toast is scientifically proven to be better than plain bread.

I heard it on NPR, so it MUST be true. :D
Apr. 21st, 2008 12:54 am (UTC)
I LOVE KEATS! And I've always loved that ode, and "darkling" is one of my favourite words - it's so much more interesting to use than just 'in the dark' - so I had to read this one, no matter what.

And, wow, is Clark a naughty boy, ambushing Bruce that way. Also, damn, this was hot. Great job!
Apr. 21st, 2008 07:42 pm (UTC)
Ah! You got it. You're pretty much the only person who has permission to tease me for writing this little piece of shamelessness.

I'm almost certain that Clark waited for the exact moment he knew Bruce wouldn't be able to say no. Man's not a dummy.
Apr. 21st, 2008 05:07 am (UTC)
Hot damn! This was great, I loved stalkerish!Clark. Very hot, very nicely done.
Apr. 21st, 2008 07:43 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much. I'm particularly fond of stalker!Clark as well.
(Deleted comment)
Apr. 22nd, 2008 04:01 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you liked it.
Apr. 22nd, 2008 08:37 am (UTC)
STEAMY *drools*
Apr. 22nd, 2008 04:01 pm (UTC)
*hands you a napkin* :D
Apr. 22nd, 2008 01:25 pm (UTC)
Wow, lovely and hot and yearning. The image of Clark listening so carefully for the signs is just...very, very yummy. I love the little details of sound and sight you put in, it's fantastic...
Apr. 22nd, 2008 04:02 pm (UTC)
I'm glad that you enjoyed it.
( 28 comments — Leave a comment )

Latest Month

April 2015


Powered by LiveJournal.com
Designed by Tiffany Chow