Bright Lights, Big City
Angyl and Rina
Disclaimer: DC owns them both, WB has their hand in the
pot too! - we just long for them is all!
Hearing Dick stomp by his office for the third time in five minutes,
Clark saved the file he was working on and nudged his wheeled desk chair
toward the door, catching his lover the next time he passed by and pulling
him into his lap.
"Poor baby, to have to go and take a nasty mid-term tonight, leaving
me home allll alooone," he crooned, tickling Dick's ribs and managing
to hang onto his squirming boyfriend by sheer strength alone.
"Dammit, Clark!" Dick growled, not at all wanting to be
soothed. He had this itch in the back of his neck, the kind he always got
when something big was happening in his city, and the last thing the older
man wanted was to be sitting in some half-assed exam that he could take in
his sleep and still pass when he would be better served patrolling the
streets as Nightwing.
"If the professor wasn't such a fucking dickwad, I wouldn't even
have to take this fucking test. Christ, Clark, it's a fucking forensic
evidence course. I could probably teach the course better than this
ass wipe. I could have at fifteen!" Dick growled, royally pissed off.
"Are you saying you want to quit?" Clark asked, loosening his
hold on the older man and letting him up. "You don't have to stay in
school because I'm here, Dick. I know how it's frustrating you, making you
feel like it's a waste of time. I love that you're doing this for me, but
that fact's not going to change if you decide college isn't for you."
Dick sighed. "No, I'm not saying I want to quit. I'm saying that
Nightwing is dying to get out. Something's going on out there, I can feel
it, and I hate needing to be two places at once.
"I dropped out once, Clark, I'm not going to let Bruce, you, or
myself down again. I just have this overwhelming urge to show up in costume
and wipe that smug, supercilious smile off of that little worm's face. He
annoys me. I've got high 90's on all my tests; my papers are impeccable, but
he still tries to twist the knife whenever he can. Personally I think it's
because he knows I know more than him and he's scared I'm after his job. HA!
Like I'd ever want that kind of job, I don't think so!
"And I hate to break it to you, Kansas, but I'm not doing this for
you. I'm doing it for me." And to be able to shove it in Luthor's
face when I graduate with perfect marks to his less than stellar record,
Dick thought smugly to himself.
"Good." Clark smiled at that before turning serious again.
"I'll keep a watch out, Dick. You trained me, I think I can do that
much." The last was said dryly, as, although he'd now been patrolling
Metropolis' streets for the past two months as Nightwing's shadow, Clark
knew Dick still worried every time he went out - and that worried him
because it split Dick's concentration.
"Just don't... don't do what I did, okay? I know it's selfish,
especially considering what I put you through but please, don't take that
chance," the older man begged softly, his hand clenching and
unclenching in nervous habit as he spoke.
Clark opened his mouth to agree, but then closed it. If he knew
something was going on out in the city, something he could stop or prevent
before innocents were hurt, could he sit in the lair and do nothing? Not if
he wanted to look himself in the face in the mirror or look his lover in the
"I won't unless it's absolutely necessary." Clark saw Dick
tensing to argue, and shook his head firmly. "You can't tell me not to,
Dick. It's my destiny; I've known that for a long time. I won't do anything
stupid, and I will let you know where I'm going and what I'm doing.
If that's not enough, I'm - I'm sorry."
Dick's jaw snapped shut as Clark continued, knowing the younger man was
right. After all, who was he to ask such a thing of Clark when he couldn't
make those same promises to Clark and he didn't have super powers to save
him if need be.
"If you go out beep me, I'll have my pager on vibrate. If you run
into trouble have cyber-Al beep me. I mean it, Clark. I don't give a shit if
I'm in the middle of the exam, I want to know," the older man
continued, staring Clark in the eyes. "You got me?"
Feeling relief rush through him, Clark nodded seriously. "I was
planning on it. Just because they can't hurt me, doesn't mean I want to go
running around without any backup."
Standing up, he gathered Dick into a hug and rested his head on the older
man's shoulder. "I'm not going to do anything stupid, I promise.
Besides, I'll probably end up sitting down there, finishing my history paper
and falling asleep at the keyboard."
"Mmmm, the thought alone will make me rush through the exam just so
I can get my hands on my sexy, sleepy lover," Dick grinned.
"I love you, I trust you, I know you can take care of yourself and I
know I damn well trained you good! But you're my lover first, a crime
fighter second, and sometimes one side gets overwhelmed by the other. It's
not that I don't have faith in you, it's just that I want to protect you no
matter how corny that sounds," Dick continued, tilting his head to the
side and pressing soft kisses on Clark's neck. "Have I told you how
sexy you look in flannel?"
"Only a million times," Clark murmured, relieved and happy to
let the disagreement slide away for both their sakes. "I suppose I
should be glad you don't want me to sleep in it too."
"Hell no!" Dick exclaimed, affronted. "You sleep naked in
our bed, lover boy, that way I can wake you up in the middle of the night
with a blow job or anything else I can come up with. Besides, you're better
than a hot water bottle. Thank good we had central air for August and
September," Dick laughed.
"Tell you what, why don't you come up with some costume ideas for
that Halloween party at the Inferno Club. I got VIP tickets for us,"
Dick leered. "Just make sure yours exposes lots of skin."
"Dick..." Clark groaned, remembering what had happened the last
time they had gone to the club. On second thought though... He brightened,
and grinned evilly at his lover. "I know, we can go as Batman and
Robin; old times for you, right?"
"Batman and Ro..." Dick choked as his eyes bugged. "I
uh... burned it, yeah that's it I burned it!" Dick shuddered as visions
of red, gold and green seared through his mind's eye along with memories of
hot pants and elf boots. He'd been a lot younger and still very 'circusy'
back then, thank God he'd gotten a clue and some taste after moving to NYC!
"Clark, I know you can do better than that, or do you want to
have me following you around all evening saying things like 'holy colliding
codpieces Batman, will you look at the size of his night stick!"
Laughing at the look of sheer horror on Clark's face, Dick couldn't help but
grin. "Oh please! Can you really see me saying something like that?
That would be wrong on so many levels I can't even begin to express my utter
horror at the thought!"
Deciding that perhaps distraction was the better part of valor in this
situation, Dick ground himself on his lover's lap. "And here I thought
you were going to distract me from my exam tonight, not scare me to
"Burned it, eh?" Clark didn't look convinced at all by that,
but he was willing to be distracted, and, in turn, distract Dick as well -
he'd just ask Alfred or Bruce the next time they spoke because now he really
wanted to see Dick in that costume!
"And yeah, I was trying to distract you, you didn't seem too
interested before though..." As he spoke, Clark wrapped his hands
around Dick's ass, pulling them closer together and arching up into his
"I just worry, babe. I know you're invulnerable but I also know I'd
be lost without you," Dick admitted happily. "Love you too much to
live without you now.
"But," the older man continued, switching topics, "I'm
more than happy to let you distract me. I love it when you distract
me," Dick purred. "And I'm always willing to have you distract me,
babe, since you do such a damned fine job of it," the older man
grinned, licking his lips in anticipation. "So is this where you throw
me over the desk and have your wicked way with me or where I slide down to
the floor between your knees and give you a blowjob worthy of sending you
"And then fuck me?" Clark asked hopefully, laughing aloud
before drawing Dick into a deep kiss. "If you do good on the test, I'll
do the same for you when you get home, how's that for incentive?"
"Why Mr. Kent, are you trying to bribe a former public servant and
officer of the law?" Dick laughed as he slithered off of Clark's lap
and onto his knees between the younger man's wide spread legs. "Are you
suggesting that maybe I can be bought for sexual favors? For shame!"
Licking his lips hungrily, Dick's hands flew to the waistband of Clark's
jeans and he quickly undid Clark's fly, pulling down his boxers and jeans in
a practiced movement. Leaning back on his haunches, Dick took time to admire
the picture presented to him.
Clark, lips cherry red and swollen from kissing, his eyes full of lazy
arousal, and his tee shirt rucked up to expose a gorgeously ripped abdomen.
Clark's cock was full, the foreskin peeled back to expose the leaking glans,
and a lovely plum shade that looked good enough to eat. Dick watched as a
pearl of pre-cum welled up and slid down the underside to Clark's perfect
balls and licked his lips like a thirsty man watching someone chug a bottle
"Damn, you are gorgeous!" Dick breathed as he leaned in
to lick the damp trail left by the pre-cum, from the base of Clark's balls
to the tip of his cock, savoring his lover's flavor as he did so. "And
"Suggesting nothing, I know you can," Clark gasped, leaning
back in the chair, his eyes going half lidded with pleasure. "For me at
least; anyone else and you'd take their head off - and not in a good
way." He groaned then, arching his back as Dick's tongue trailed along
his flesh, moving back up from his balls to the head of his cock, sucking on
the tip a bit before drawing off.
"You start calling me the little engine that could and you're gonna
be reacquainting yourself with your five fingered friend!" Dick snarled
playfully, unsnapping his jeans and reaching in to pull his own cock out,
stroking it lazily as he watched his lover with hooded eyes. "And it's
nice to know that I'm so cheap," the older man continued, winking,
"and let's not forget easy as well!"
Bending at the waist, Dick's lips caressed the head of Clark's erection,
his tongue darting out to gather the pre-ejaculate into his mouth every so
often and only when he heard the sides of the chair begin to creak under the
pressure of Clark's hands did Dick relent and swallow the younger man down
inch by inch until his nose was nestled against Clark's curls and his chin
was resting on the younger man's balls.
"Fuck. Dick, yeah, just like that," Clark groaned, peeling his
hands off the chair to slid his fingers through Dick's dark hair. The other
man had started growing it out from the official haircut he'd had to have
for the force, and it felt like strands of living silk under Clark's
He arched his hips upward, only to have Dick move with him, taking every
inch of his cock and massaging it with his throat muscles, each contraction
a wave of pleasure sweeping over him.
Beginning to hum softly around Clark's erection, Dick brought one hand up
to Clark's mouth, seeking entrance. The other hand coaxed the younger man's
hips forward on the computer chair, and then guided Clark's legs around his
waist. When the younger man's mouth had sufficiently dampened Dick's fingers
they were brought down to trail along the crease of Clark's ass and then
slowly inserted one into his lover's tight opening even as he continued to
swallow Clark's cock with expertise.
Throwing his head back, Clark gave a strangled howl and writhed, torn
between bucking up into Dick's mouth and down onto his fingers. "So
good, so good, ahh, God, Dick!" he moaned, shuddering when his lover's
finger rubbed across his prostate.
"So good, so good, love you, oh shit..." Wailing, Clark came,
twisting upward as he sent jets of semen cascading down Dick's throat.
Swallowing hungrily, Dick continued to milk Clark until the younger man
was wracked with shudders. Drawing his tongue along his lover's shaft as he
slowly pulled back and off, Dick swabbed its tip one last time and then
licked his lips with a grin. "Mmm, good to the last drop!"
"Dick..." Clark groaned, sliding off the chair and sending it
rolling back into his office. "That was sooooo bad! What's next? You
say that Clark bars satisfy you?"
"Well, it is long and firm and sates my hunger," Dick
snickered, crawling up Clark's body to laugh down at his disbelieving lover.
"What? You're the one who said it!" Capturing Clark's mouth with
his own, Dick prevented any possible comeback from the younger man by
inserting his tongue in the other man's mouth and scrubbed it against
Dick's hands busily pushed Clark's jeans lower and finally off even as he
shoved his own jeans down far enough to allow for mobility. Spreading his
lover's legs wide Dick raised them onto his shoulders and lined up his
erection, then scythed inside the younger man with one swift stroke.
"God, yeah!" Clark cried, wrapping his arms around Dick's back
and pulling him closer, tightening his ass down around the thick shaft
filling him. "So. God, so good." His own orgasm was still
thrumming through him, and Clark could feel the tension in his lover's body
as they moved, so he arched up harder, wanting to feel Dick's release as
Not bothering with any semblance of finesse at this point, Dick hammered
into Clark, slapping his hips hard against the younger man, pounding his
cock into the tight sheath. Sweat dripped into Dick's eyes causing them to
sting and burn, but nothing could stop him from those last few strokes that
had him sending thick ropes of cum shooting into his lover's body with an
almost feral cry of completion.
Collapsing on top of Clark, his own chest heaving, Dick rested his chin
on Clark's breast and looked up at the younger man with a smile. "That
was the best form of stress management that I could imagine!"
"And motivational as well, I hope," Clark murmured, giving a
groggy smile even as he ran his hands over Dick's sweaty back. "Think
you can take that exam now without killing your prof?"
"Too blissed out to kill him," Dick replied with a grin. And
too worried about you, but no way I'm gonna say that. Dick wasn't
worried about the final, he knew he could ace it in his sleep. Hell, even if
he did fail miserably, he'd still pass with a 90 something average, so he
really wasn't that worried about it. Dick just hated not being at the ready
just in case Clark needed him.
Deciding right then, Dick knew he was going to wear Nightwing's costume
under his clothes and take the Nightbird instead of his usual car. This way
if anything should happen he wouldn't have to waste time going home in order
to get to where Clark was. "And may I say that if that's your technique
you'd make a killing as a motivational speaker!"
Clark chuckled. "Bribery and sex as a reward for good behavior? Gee,
that'll go over well on the talk show circuit!"
Kissing Dick a final time, Clark gently rolled the older man off of him
and got to his feet, pulling Dick up with him. "Now you'd better go get
showered and dressed, Fruitcake. I'm heading down to the lair to listen in
to the 'waves. I promise I'll page if anything comes up, got it?"
"If you don't, I'm gonna kick your ass, got it?" Dick replied
with a slight grin as he stepped out of his jeans completely. "Be
careful, Clark," and with that Dick headed up to the third floor to
shower and change into Nightwing's bodysuit and then his jeans and one of
Clark's flannel shirts. He just wanted a bit of Clark around him tonight,
kind of like a hug, helping to keep the fears away. Now he knew how Bruce
had felt the first time that Robin had stepped out on his own - terrified.
"Somehow I figured you would," Clark murmured to himself,
smiling fondly at the now empty hallway before heading back into his office
to turn of his computer. That done, he expanded his hearing to check in on
Dick, and headed for the hidden elevator. He'd use the shower in the lair,
if he went upstairs with Dick now, neither of them would get anything done.
An hour later, Clark was propped in one of the chairs at the computer,
his feet up on the console, listening to the police and 911 broadcasts even
as he skimmed his assignment for biology. Jotting down an answer in his
notebook, he was only paying half-attention to the radio transmissions when
a call caught his attention.
"Officer down in the Galaxy Building! We need immediate response, I
think we walked into an Intergang oper..."
The voice broke off mid-word with a chilling finality that didn't bode
well for the officer who had been speaking. Knowing that something had gone
horribly wrong, Clark was out of his chair and pulling his cowl up over his
head even before he'd realized he'd moved.
Dick had taken the 'Bird, so he grabbed the bike, revving the engine and
punching in the address even as he shouted over the echoing roar. "Al,
page Dick and let him know I'm going out. It's not an emergency and if he
walks out of his test I'll kick his ass!" Once he'd gotten
acknowledgement from the AI, Clark tore out of the underground area and onto
Metropolis' streets, off on what he hoped wasn't a futile trip.
The buzz of the pager in Dick's pocket had the crime fighter dropping his
pen where he'd been doodling idly on a scrap of paper while day dreaming
about the things he and Clark would do to each other tonight when he got
The test was supposedly two hours long but it had taken him thirty
minutes. And he was pretty sure he'd get a perfect score. Dick had merely
been biding his time waiting for the allotted hour and a half to go by so
that he could hand his paper in and head home to his man.
Glancing down at the pager had Dick clenching his jaw and looking at the
clock on the wall. Fifteen minutes to go before he could leave and not feel
Typing a quick question into the pager, making sure no one was watching
as he did so, Dick fired it off to Al and waited impatiently for the answer.
Intergang. Great, and Clark said not to worry? A gang of meta-humans running
amok in Metropolis and his lover was on the way to stop them. Gee, why
should he worry? FUCK!
Galaxy Corporation's building was swarming with police, but none of them
noticed Clark as he super-speeded it to a fire door and wrenched it open
before racing up the stairs toward the roof. According to the reports he'd
been following, the gang members were up there as were the downed cops. If
he was quick and smart, he could take them out before they hurt anyone else.
Pausing on the landing in front of the door to the roof, Clark listened
to the action outside, trying to gauge how many perps there were out there
and just where they were.
Perps. He had to chuckle at that. Dick's training must be taking hold
more than he'd thought. Okay, focus, Clark. Two to the right of the door and
three farther out with the downed cops on the ground between them. Using his
x-ray vision, he confirmed the positions and formulated a plan.
No other police were up here yet, so he could do this. Deal with the two
by the door first, then worry about the others; the guns weren't a problem,
and he knew he could handle three regular people with no problem.
Deciding that shock was more effective than surprise at this point, Clark
rammed through the steel door, reaching for the two men and slamming them
together, knocking them both out. Whirling, he started for the trio, even as
they drew their gun and started firing.
Ten minutes. Nine minutes. Eight minutes. Seven minutes. Fuck that!
Grabbing his paper Dick marched up to the professor and slammed the paper in
front of him.
"You still have five minutes remaining, Mr. Grayson," the
teacher smiled nastily.
"Now would be a very bad time to piss me off, Sanderson," Dick
snarled as he leaned in closer. "And I suggest that you sit down, shut
up and not to try and stop me. That is, unless, you want the board of
trustees to know just how you obtained some of your 'research' materials and
who provided them. Lexcorp for instance." Dick smiled savagely as the
professor paled and spun on his heel, the door to the exam hall banging
A lock pick and a professor's office later Nightwing was in the Redbird
heading towards downtown Metropolis. "Al, give me Clark's position and
plot me the fastest route there!"
Between the Kevlar and his own abilities, Clark barely noticed the
bullets hitting his chest. Grabbing his nearest assailant, Clark punched him
in the gut at half-strength, sending the guy flying toward the roof's ledge.
He staggered to his feet, but Clark was too busy dodging the other two gang
members to see anything else - until he caught sight of the guy on the
ledge, teetering for balance.
Shit! The guy was a crook, but Clark couldn't let him die like this.
Shaking off the other two men, he ran toward the roof edge, grabbing hold of
the reeling perp and holding him steady. Turning to look for the other two
criminals, Clark grunted as he was hit in his mid-section, and knocked from
Eighty-five stories. Shit. Invulnerable or not, this was going to hurt a
hell of a lot when he landed.
The Nightbird screeched to a halt in front of the Galaxy building and
Dick was out of the car just in time to hear the crowd's shrieks. Looking
up, he could see two bodies fall but didn't need distance lenses to see who
one of them was. He already knew. "NO!" CLARK!
A darker shadow was falling alongside Clark, and that's when he realized
the crooks' rush had pushed their partner off as well. Fuck! There had to be
some way out of this, something to grab or swing to, some way to arrest
their fall. A quick glance down told Clark that the ground was coming up
much too quickly, and he grabbed for the gang member, hoping that somehow he
could shield the other man with his own body when they hit.
In straining to reach the criminal, Clark didn't notice that he was
suddenly moving forward instead of down, not until the weight of the perp
hit his arm as his motion was stopped. What the fuck? Oh my God, he was
floating - consciously this time. Looking up, he thought about moving in
that direction and suddenly, he was flying past the dark windows of the
skyscraper, carrying the other man with him up to the roof.
The police had arrived and corralled the others by the time he got up
there, and he deposited the last crook in a dark corner, kicking a piece of
slate nearby to make some noise and alert them to his presence. That done.
Clark was over the edge and gliding down to the ground, on an adrenaline
high from his newest power. He could fly, that was so fucking cool!
Landing in the shadows near where he'd parked the bike, Clark looked
around, cursing under his breath when he spotted Dick there too. Oh, God,
what if he'd seen...
"I thought you had a test?" he asked, moving out of the shadows
to stand behind his partner, not sure of what reception he'd get.
"I... you... Jesus!" Dick collapsed against the hood of the
Nightbird and stared at his lover in shocked disbelief. Clark had just taken
a swan dive off of an 85-story building and had suddenly flown back
up to the rooftop after nearly slamming into the ground and the son of a
bitch had the nerve to ask him about his test?
Dick had felt his heart stop and thought his world was about to come to a
crashing halt and Clark was acting like he was the one who was out of
line for being there! "Lair. Now!" the older man ordered as he
practically tore the door off of the car and gunned it, expecting Clark to
follow behind on the bike.
He managed five blocks before he had to pull the car over and puke his
Dick was shaking, his hands were clammy and his heart was pounding a mile
a minute. He had this overwhelming urge to scream, throw a fit, and slam his
fist into a wall, anything to release the pressure that was building up
inside of him. Dick felt... helpless for the first time since he'd watched
his parents plunge to their deaths.
It had been like watching them die all over again except that this time
it wasn't his past that was going to die, it was his future. It was Clark.
More bile, more shaking and the tears came hot and sour in his eyes. He had
to pull himself together, he couldn't freak, couldn't fall apart like he
wanted to. He'd promised Clark and he'd be damned if he'd break that promise
no matter how much he just wanted to.
Water from his backpack to rinse the acerbic taste from his mouth and
deep gulps of air to calm his shattered nerves. No weakness, no fear,
nothing but encouragement and love. Clark would need him. It was time for
him to find his mate. Dick restarted the Nightbird and headed to the
reservoir tunnel that would take him home.
Oh crap, Dick had seen what had happened. Swallowing hard, knowing from
his own experience when Dick had been captured by Lady Vic just how his
lover was feeling, Clark sobered, the exhilaration of his flight and his
first solo mission fading.
Climbing back onto the bike, he kicked the engine to life and peeled out,
heading for the lair. After parking and stripping off his cowl, he walked
somewhat sheepishly into the main room. "Dick, I'm sorry. I didn't
think, it just happened..."
"I know, sweetheart. I understand the rush of your first solo
mission. You did good. Real good. I'm proud of you, Clark," Dick
replied, smiling at the younger man. "Just do me one little favor and
next time you go out on your own, don't get shoved off a roof, okay?"
Stripping out of his own costume, Dick threw it into the changing room
and pulled on a pair of sweats. "The exam was a cake walk. I was done
in half an hour and had to kill another hour until we were given permission
to leave. I may have... encouraged the prof to let me leave a little early.
"So, honey, how was your day?"
Frowning, Clark leaned against the wall, watching Dick warily. The other
man's cheerful demeanor was totally at odds with the fury he'd shown before,
and Clark was confused.
"Don't do this, Dick. If you're pissed, tell me, don't hide it. If
it had been me on the ground and you fell... God."
"But it wasn't me, Clark, it was you, and you're not exactly a run
of the mill guy. I have to accept the fact that I'm not going to be able to
be there to help you from time to time and I'm going to have to trust you to
know your own limits. You know your own body better than me - well, your
abilities," Dick smirked. "As much as I hate it, you need to
spread your wings and fly, pun intended, and you can't do that with my fears
holding you back."
"I don't know everything I can do yet, and maybe it'll be years
until I do," Clark sighed. "I just don't want you scared every
time we go out." He paused, then had to grin. "I flew, Dick. Did
you see it?"
"Yeah, I did, babe. You were great. You made sure they didn't get
away, and you saved the guy who fell off the roof, that's what
counts, that and the fact that you came home to me in one piece. The rest is
just gravy. So... you still want me to stop holding it in and blow up at
you, or can we just go to bed so I can hold you and make sure you're really
alive and with me?"
Clark's expression was skeptical, but he wasn't going to press for what
could very well turn into a fight. "I'm all for bed, but come here for
a minute." When Dick complied, Clark wrapped his arms around his lover,
kissed him, and carefully pushed off so that they were circling the cave
about three feet off the ground.
Closing his eyes, Dick savored the sensation of flight; a feeling he
hadn't had since Kori left for the stars. It wasn't real flight, but it was
as close as he could get without developing meta abilities of his own. It
was like being young again and discovering the trapeze and for those few,
brief moments, he was free. "So, does this mean you're over your fear
Clark blinked, startled. He hadn't had time to even think of that during
his fall, and afterward he'd been too pumped by the experience to even think
about his phobia. "I guess I am, but let me give you a final answer
when I can get higher then five feet off the ground," he chuckled,
slowly lowering them both back to the ground, his eyes bright with
"We'll have to find some place where you can practice and not be
seen," Dick replied thinking two steps ahead to avoid thinking about
two hours behind. "Al, can you search for the nearest wild life
preserve or national park? That would work since it's off-season and there'd
be no camping or hunting right now. Let us know what you can come up with,
"But of course Master Dick, and may I bid you and Master Clark
goodnight," the AI replied as he began to work through the problem.
"I really am proud of you, Clark. You're destined to do great and
wonderful things, I can feel it in my gut," Dick replied, bringing the
younger man's hand up to his lips. "And when the day comes I'll be the
sidekick and you'll be the hero. I'm looking forward to that day."
Clark looked skeptical, and released Dick so that he could get out of his
costume and back into his jeans. "You do great and wonderful things
already, and you've been doing them almost as long as I've been alive. Just
because I'm a flying tank, doesn't mean I want to be in charge. When that
day comes, we'll be partners, nothing less. Got it?"
"Yes sir, flying tank, sir!" Dick saluted smartly only to spoil
the effect with a snicker.
"Anyone ever tell you that you're a bossy pushy bottom boy?"
the older man leered at his lover, watching appreciatively as Clark changed
clothes. "And a seriously hot one as well! So my super powered
superman, what say we adjourn to the bedroom and get raunchy or kinky or
cuddly or whatever else moves us?"
"That's super powered bottom boy to you, bud," Clark grinned.
"And the bedroom sounds good. I'll even let you choose just what moves
us seeing as I think I gave you some gray hairs out there tonight.
"Gray hair? Where!" Dick yelped playfully as he made to
scramble towards the mirror. "I'm too young to have gray hair!"
"God, what a diva." Clark caught Dick around the waist and
hoisted him up to his shoulder. "I'm going to hate to hear you when you
get your first wrinkle."
"Diva. DIVA! Just you wait, Kent, you are so gonna get it for
that!" Dick bellowed, hanging upside down and fully appreciating the
view of Clark's ass that had been presented to him. So the younger man
wanted to play, hunh? That was fine by Dick.
After licking his fingers, Dick inveigled one hand down the back of
Clark's jeans and pressed his finger inside the younger man, wiggling it as
he did so. The fact that Clark nearly dropped him told Dick he'd scored a
direct hit. "What's a matter, babe, can't take a diva-like finger up
your ass? For shame!"
"You're not gonna like it if I drop you on your head!" Clark
leaned against the wall when Dick moved his finger again, each stroke across
his prostate a jolt straight up his spine.
Breaking into a run, he got them to the elevator and managed to hit the
button so it would take them up to the penthouse, all without collapsing or
dropping his lover - something that made him very proud.
Chuckling diabolically, Dick lifted up part of Clark's sweatshirt and
proceeded to suck and nibble his way across every part of flesh that he
could reach with his mouth before relenting for a moment. "If you drop
me I'll get a concussion and you'll have to take me to the hospital and
explain how I managed to get concussed while fingering my lover's ass upside
down over his shoulder, and that would be a bad thing, wouldn't it?"
Dick grinned even though Clark couldn't see.
"Now where was I?" Dick's finger was joined by a second one and
he began to fuck Clark slowly, his mouth nibbling and sucking on the patch
of skin just above the younger man's waistband and his busily working
"Jesus, Dick!" Clark wanted to grab onto the wall for support,
but since he was holding onto Dick, that wasn't possible. Shuddering with
each stroke and suck, and bite, he stumbled out of the elevator the second
the doors opened, and managed to get them both to the bedroom before
half-collapsing against the bed, Dick still draped over his shoulder.
"One day I'm going to get you - oh God! - and you'll see how it -
fuck! - feels to have your lover make you nuts!"
"Promises, promises," Dick laughed warmly as he continued to
massage Clark's prostate and rain sucking kisses over all the flesh he could
find. With his free hand the older man began to tug at his track pants,
getting them off with barely any problem thanks to natural limberness and
"But please, feel free to give it that old college try, Kansas, I'd
love to see you try and get the drop on me!"
Faced with an armful of hungry, naked Dick, Clark was rapidly losing any
coherent brain function. "When you... least expect it. Expect it."
He didn't want to move, didn't want to lose the hot feeling of Dick's
fingers and mouth, but he wanted more. Not caring about his clothes at this
point, Clark ripped them off himself and rolled them both onto the bed,
whining when Dick's fingers slipped out of him.
"Unh-hunh, sure, whatever you say oh master of the universe,"
Dick grinned, crawling up Clark's body to kiss him hungrily. Deciding that
he was in the perfect position, Dick grabbed hold of Clark's cock to hold it
steady and sank down upon it with a happy groan.
Each time it was the first time all over again because Clark was so damn
huge that Dick always seemed to shrink back into shape during those times
when he was the one taking his lover. And Dick adored the tight burn of
stretching as he sank down onto Clark's shaft without the aid of anything,
Hissing softly as he finally bottomed out, Dick's eyes closed and then
opened again to reveal incandescent blue heat as he stared down at his
lover. "Show me you're alive," Dick demanded, not even realizing
just what he'd asked for, just wanting to feel Clark alive and moving within
him, reaffirming that he still had a reason to keep living.
Clark blinked, dazed lust giving way to hungry need as Dick's words sank
in, just as he was sinking into the older man's body.
"I'm alive, Dick," he rasped, grasping hold of his lover's hips
and rolling them over so that he was looking down into Dick's bright blue
eyes. "I'm alive and I'm with you, just like we're going to be
Dipping his head to take Dick's mouth, his tongue plunging past the other
man's lips to explore and taste, Clark began to thrust, driving as deeply as
possible into his lover's body as many ways as he could.
Groaning hungrily, never letting his eyes close, Dick watched Clark even
as he felt his body begin to soar as surely as it had in the lair when Clark
took them for a flight. Wrapping arms and legs around the taller man Dick
let go of every thought, every worry, and every concern other than Clark.
The younger man became his whole focus; Dick's chest rising and falling
in time with Clark's their heartbeats synchronizing as well. Love you,
love you, love you, his mind chanted over and over again as Dick threw
everything he was into reaffirming that his lover was alive and well and
fucking him through the mattress, loving him with a fierceness that made
Dick's bones creak.
"Alive, with you, in you, just like you're with me, in me,
always," Clark continued, not even noticing what he was saying, only
knowing it was the truth as his heart saw it. "You, Dick, only you,
He thrust harder, feeling Dick's cock slide between their bodies, wetting
them both with smears of precome. His own balls tightened, but Clark held
back, needing to assure his lover that he was there and always would be.
Bending his neck, he closed his lips ant teeth on Dick's neck, worrying a
large love bite into the tanned skin, marking Dick with red and purple, a
bruise branded there to remind him of reality.
Dick's eyes finally slid shut as his blood pounded in his ears and his
pulse raced. So close, so fucking close. Then Clark's lips and teeth and
everything coalesced into a white-hot ball of flame in his gut that spread
throughout his body and had him coming hard, shouting out unintelligibly as
orgasm claimed and drove him. "Clark!"
"Yes! Come for me, Dick. Me, only me." The words blurred into a
cadence that matched the rhythm of his heart, and Clark's spine arched as he
thrust one final time into Dick's body, coming, then collapsing around and
over his lover, circling him with his arms and his love. "Only
one..." he murmured, kissing Dick's face and neck.
"Damn straight!" Dick replied with a tired grin, his fingers
pushing the sweat damp hair back off of Clark's face so he could see his
lover's eyes. "Not gonna let you go, gonna stay with you until I
breathe my last breath, I swear it," the older man murmured, brushing
soft kisses against Clark's mouth.
"Okay I'm officially wrecked now," the older man continued with
a slight chuckle. "Totally screwed, and I mean that literally."
Lifting up enough to look down at Dick, Clark shook his head.
"Fruitcake." After kissing his lover, he reached for some Kleenex
to clean them up, then settled back into the bed curled around Dick.
"Get some sleep, weve got class tomorrow." And Clark supposed
they'd find out who, if anyone, saw his little stunt that evening and what
the repercussions would be.
Dick's eyes snapped open when Clark's breathing finally settled into a
now familiar pattern of deep sleep. The younger man was down for the count.
Gently extricating himself from his lover's arms, the crime fighter slid out
of bed and grabbed his robe at the foot of the bed in deference to the
chilly night air. A quick note left on the pillow in case Clark woke up told
the younger man that he was down in the lair and that he wasn't taking off,
The elevator descended swiftly and the minute the doors opened the lights
powered up, activated by motion censors. "Al, get me a hook up to the
'cave will ya? I need to talk to Bruce."
It took mere seconds. "Dick? What's wrong? It's four o'clock in the
morning in Metropolis, why aren't you asleep?" came Bruce's worried
voice. How far they had come in recent years, Dick thought idly, how hard
had Bruce and he worked to change their relationship for the better - to
build a family instead of merely a working partnership. So much might remain
unspoken between them but it was at times like this that Dick had no doubts
whatsoever at the depth of Bruce's feelings for him. This was a father's
concern, not a friend's, and it warmed him in spite of the chill of his
"Couldn't sleep, the brain is on full alert, you know?" Dick
murmured, knowing that Bruce would understand only too well. How many times
had he been the one who got such a call when Batman was about to head out
for his second or third patrol of the night.
"I just wanted to see if you had any info on a group calling
themselves the Intergang. Clark had a run in with them tonight when I was at
my exam. I want to know what to expect from them," Dick continued,
suddenly reluctant to talk about what he'd really come down here to deal
"I'll have the computers here pull everything I can find on them and
have Oracle do the same. Try and get some sleep, Dick," Bruce scolded
"Sure thing, Dad," the younger man shot back, a grin
apparent in his voice. "G'night, Bruce. And thanks."
The lair fell silent for a moment and then Dick hit a sequence of buttons
to connect him to Titan's Tower New York and one person in particular.
"Hey, Fishface, I know it's late but... he flew today, Garth,"
Dick managed to get out between hyperventilating. "He fell off a
fucking eighty-five story building and then he flew. I am so far outta my
league it isn't funny..."
Yawning, unsure of the time, Clark rolled over in the bed, coming more
awake when he felt the cool sheets next to him and realized that his lover
wasn't with him. "Dick?" he called, sitting up enough to peer
around, at the same time pushing his hair back out of his eyes.
No answer, that surprised Clark as a glance at the clock told him it was
early, too early for Dick to be up and about if he didn't have to be. He
shifted, intending to get out of bed, and felt paper under his hand. Picking
up the note, he read it and frowned, the other man's apparent insomnia
After brushing his teeth and getting dressed, Clark headed downstairs,
pausing only to make a pot of coffee and pour some into a thermal mug.
Carrying that, he walked to the hidden elevator and took it down to the
lair, pausing when the doors opened silently and he heard Dick's voice and
Clark sighed. Apparently, his partner wasn't as 'okay' with what had
happened yesterday as he'd said he was.
"He's your son, all right, fishface," Dick laughed, hiding a
yawn behind his hand. What had started off as Garth calming him down and
just listening to all the fears he'd wanted to keep hidden from Clark had
ended up in a catch up session between himself and his Atlantean friend.
"Tell that godson of mine to keep up the good work driving his papa
nuts, and give Dolphin my apologies for keeping you awake all night. I
promise that the Amazon gets the next panic call so you can get some
"I thought we'd decided to stop counting the number of times one of
us called the other. You were there for me when Tula died, old friend, and
when I married again and you became my son's air-breathing guardian. Besides
we have lost many a night just talking in the past before we settled down
into our lives. And I have missed you too, short pants," Garth laughed,
using one of Dick's much hated nicknames.
"If it weren't for Cerdian and Dol, minnow..." Dick threatened
with a playful growl. "Go and kiss your wife and kid for me. And come
visit Clark and I in Metropolis when you get the chance, we've got lots of
water to play in."
"I'll pass on the invitation but not the kiss. Kiss your own mate,
horn dog!" Garth laughed. "Try and get some sleep, okay? And don't
be a stranger anymore."
"I won't. Talk to you soon, Gar," Dick smiled, signing off.
Huddling deeper into the blanket he'd dragged off the bed an hour ago, the
crime fighter stared blankly at the screen for long moments and then sighed.
Screw classes today, he needed down time badly.
Swiveling in his chair, Dick stood and was about to walk over to the
lair's bed to crash when he saw Clark standing there, coffee cup in hand.
"Hey, how long have you been up?"
"Long enough," Clark answered, moving over to Dick and holding
out the mug. "How are Garth and his family?"
"Great, Dol thinks she may be pregnant again which means that
there's gonna be another tadpole at the Tower. I may actually have to give
up my room there at the rate things are going," Dick chuckled wrapping
his hands around the hot mug with a grateful smile.
"And Donna is dating again, thank god, I was really beginning to
worry about her. Apparently a couple of our old teammates are going to be
there, visiting, next week. Garth didn't say who but it should be quite the
party. Thank god the tower is big enough to house all those people otherwise
it would be a zoo!"
Swallowing a couple of gulps of coffee, Dick yawned and scratched his
stomach as he automatically gravitated towards Clark as a source of heat.
"I think I'm gonna blow off class today and get some sleep. I didn't
expect to spend the night talking but we had so much to catch up on. What
about you, hero? You're gonna be late if you don't get the lead out."
Clark shrugged, and guided them both toward the bed so that Dick could at
least sit down before he fell down. "My first one isn't until ten so
I've got some time." He gave a small smile. "After all, not all of
us can ace every class we're taking without even trying, remember?"
Supporting Dick while he drank the hot coffee, Clark rested his cheek
against the back of the older man's head. "Do you want to go to New
York for the party?"
Dick snorted and then had a coughing fit as the coffee went down the
wrong pipe. When he was finally able to breathe again he turned his head far
enough to catch Clark's eyes. "And just what is your current GPA, oh
Mr. Not everyone's a genius? Damn close to mine if I remember correctly, and
the reason I can get those courses in criminology is because I've had years
of applied experience and went to the police academy. You're doing it your
first time and matching me so let's talk about who's the brains in the
Having made his point, Dick turned his head back to a more comfortable
position and shifted until it rested in the crook of Clark's neck. "As
for the party, I wouldn't mind going if we have time but I'm not going
without you. You're my present and my future so I'd kinda like you to know
about my past first hand - and meet some of my best friends. But if the city
doesn't let us go then we don't go, no great loss really."
"I'd like to go if we can. It would give me a chance to get some
more gossip about you..." Dick elbowed him, and Clark pretended to
wince. "Really, I want to meet your friends, besides, Wally promised to
show me the town if we ever got out there, I plan to take him up on
Deciding arguing about who was smarter wasn't really productive, Clark
chuckled. "Hey, do any of them fly? Maybe they can give me some
"If Wally's gonna show you the town you aren't gonna see a thing, he
is the Flash after all," Dick laughed, "although I think
you're probably faster than him. And if they value their lives they won't
say a word. I know where they live, after all," the older man
"And I have a feeling that Donna would only be too happy to give you
a few pointers. What with her family connections and all she knows a bit on
the subject," Dick grinned. Created by an ancient earth sorceress and
blessed by the ancient Greek Gods, the Titans, from clay at the behest of
Princess Diana of the Amazons, sister to Princess Diana, Wonder Woman, and
daughter to Hipolyta, yeah Donna had a bit of info on flight.
"Are you going to take bets if he and I race?" Clark chuckled.
"And I'll promise to protect them, especially Donna, if she'll tutor
me. I really don't feel like splatting into a wall or the ground because I
"Damn straight I will, I'll make a killing!" Dick replied,
smirking as he brought Clark's arms more strongly around his waist, twining
their fingers together. "And splatting Donna would be bad, very bad,
after all how would I explain it to a whole passel of angry Gods?"
"I meant splatting myself," Clark chuckled, before pausing.
"Whole passel of angry gods? Do I even want to know?"
"Lessee, Chronos, Rhea and, umm, man Dee is gonna kick my ass if she
finds out I can't remember the rest of em, but they're the Titans, the ones
before the Gods of Olympus. They're kind of Donna's protectors," Dick
explained. "And you're not allowed to splat yourself either. We still
don't know how much you can take before it's too much. I'm not gonna lose
you, Clark, got it?"
Turning around so that his legs were over one of Clark's and he was
sideways between the younger man's legs, Dick stroked the younger man's
face. "No going splat without me, not now, not ever. Read me?"
Clark nodded, his expression turning serious. Now they were getting to
the heart of what had been bothering Dick last night, and he was glad for
it. "Gotcha. No splatting, no squishing, only good things and lots of
He leaned his head to the side, resting his cheek against Dick's palm.
"You wanna talk about it, or did you get it out of your system with
Garth?" he asked quietly.
Dick tucked his head against Clark's chest and was silent for long
minutes, trying to gather his thoughts, trying to sort through the emotions
and make them into logical, coherent words. "I meant what I said last
night. I am proud of you, Clark, and happy for you too. You're coming
into your own more and more as each day passes.
"You went up there last night intent on stopping the Intergang and
making sure no one else got hurt. When one of them was in danger of dying
you saved him at what could have been great cost to yourself. You're
amazing, and I don't say that lightly. You truly are," Dick paused and
took a deep breath.
"It's just that, and don't you fucking dare beat yourself up
over this because it's my personal demon, no one else's, it's just that
being on the ground as I watched you fall... I lost one family that way and
if I'd lost you too," Dick swallowed loudly. "If I lost you too I
don't know what I would have done but I do know I'm very glad I never found
After removing the mug from Dick's hand, Clark gathered his lover close
to him, resting his face against the top of Dick's head. "I promise,
I'll do everything I can to keep you from ever finding out too," he
whispered. "Honestly, if it doesn't concern meteor rocks, I'm not sure anything
will hurt me."
He fell quiet, stroking Dick's back, and rubbing their faces together.
"Thank you for telling me. I know it wasn't easy for you."
"I won't ever lie to you or keep secrets, Clark. I promise,"
Dick answered immediately, sighing at the overwhelming comfort that the
younger man's touch provided him. "Anything you want to know I'll tell.
Maybe not right away but I will. I just needed to work it out in my head,
get a handle on it. Garth has had to make similar decisions and he knows the
repercussions. It was my turn to ask for advice this time around, I guess.
"Wait a minute, meteor rocks?"
"It helps to have someone who understands." Clark tilted his
head to the side before straightening up enough to look down at Dick.
"Yeah, meteor rocks. They landed when I did, I think they're part of
wherever I came from, and... They make me sick when I get near them. Really
sick. Remember how I told you about being the scarecrow when I was a
freshman in high school? Well, that happened because I was wearing a meteor
rock so I couldn't do anything to fight. It was... really bad."
"Clark..." Dick took a deep breath, not wanting to ask but
having to know. "Does Lex know about the rocks, about what they can do
"I don't think so... No, he doesn't, I'm pretty sure of that."
Frowning, Clark studied Dick's face, trying to understand what he was
getting at. "Do you think he'd... No way, he wouldn't - he
couldn't!" Deep in his heart, however, Clark felt a chill, thinking
that maybe the man he'd loved wouldn't do that, but the man Lex Luthor had
become could and would if Clark stood in his way.
"I hope you're right, lover, but I don't want to take that chance.
Where can I see one of these rocks? I want to send it to Bruce for analysis
and find a way to get the rest of them gathered up. I don't want to take any
chances that he might find one or find a way to use them against you.
Ever," Dick replied quietly, hating to make Clark think that the person
he'd loved first could ever become someone who'd want to destroy him.
"Try just about anywhere in Smallville," Clark sighed.
"They're all over the place and it's not fun when someone comes into
too close contact with them, believe me." He sighed, remembering all of
the lives that had been changed because of his arrival and the meteors.
"Next time we go back, come with me for a walk in the woods and I'm
sure I can find you one, or we can call my folks, they know what to look for
and they can ship it to Bruce."
"I'd rather have your folks send it, if you don't mind," Dick
replied quickly. "If it hurts you like you say it does I don't want
those things anywhere near you!" The mere thought that anything could
hurt Clark had an icy ball of fear forming in the pit of his stomach.
Dick knew Clark believed in the good in everyone, even a slime like
Luthor, but he'd had his trust in humanity destroyed one to many times for
that. Oh he believed that people were generally good, but he also knew that
there were people who were just plain evil. People like Lex Luthor. If
Luthor even had an inkling of how those meteors affected Clark then he'd
have at least one under wraps as a contingency plan. And it was up to Dick
to make sure that he didn't. "I'll give 'em a call when you're at
school just to arrange the details and then I'll call Bruce to let him know
what's coming," Dick continued after a moment. Maybe he could co-opt
Jonathan into helping him have the rocks collected. Nothing like a common
enemy to the man they both loved as father and as lover to help bury some
Clark shrugged. "Sure, if you want, but mind waiting until I get
home? I really should talk to them and tell them what happened last
night..." He trailed off, unsure as how to bring it up because his
parents didn't know anything about his part-time job as Nightwing's shadow
or anything about his lover's other life.
"And what will you say to them, babe? You learned how to fly because
you jumped or were shoved off a roof by a meta-human criminal gang while you
were dressed up as a vigilante to try and stop them? That might not go over
real well," the older man pointed out as gently as possible. "If
you don't tell them, it's not lying and it's not hurting them. If they ask,
you tell them the truth but you don't have to volunteer it."
"And when they see something on the news about some guy flying
around Metropolis helping to save people? Come on, Dick. My folks may be
farmers, but that doesn't mean they're stupid. They know what I can do, is
flying that much of a stretch for them to believe?"
He sighed, and rubbed at his face. "Sorry. Lying to my folks is a
sore spot. I - I did it a lot when Lex and I were together, and it took a
lot for me to win back their trust. I don't want to lose it again."
"Then tell them. Everything. Because by the same token every time
Nightwing and his shadow make news it's gonna set off alarm bells. Nightwing
was from Bludhaven. He moved to Metropolis and ended up with a partner who
could rip steel like paper, could melt rock with his eyes and is
invulnerable to all matter of natural and unnatural forces of destruction.
By your own words, they're not stupid, Clark, and my money says they already
know they just don't want to know. But the choice is yours, it always
has been," Dick replied quietly.
"And super speed or not, you'd better get moving or you'll be late
Exposing Dick as Nightwing would eventually lead his parents to finding
out that Bruce was Batman... God, what a mess. "I'll wait," he
whispered, knowing that the secrets he now had to keep from his parents were
for different reasons, good reasons rather than selfish ones.
"And yeah, I'd better get going. Are you going to sleep down here or
head back up with me?"
"Clark, I don't want you to lie to your parents to protect me. I
don't want to be like... him, okay?" Dick replied gruffly. "And
despite what I know you're thinking, exposing me won't expose Bruce, after
all there's always been a Robin, even when there's been a Nightwing, whose
to say they're the same person? Tell them, Clark, I don't want this to come
between us somewhere down the road. I don't want this to come between you
and your parents. If you feel that strongly, tell them."
Climbing out of Clark's lap, Dick stood and stretched. "I think I'll
curl up in our bed. It's been 'Clarkified' enough that I should be able to
fall asleep even if you're not there with me," the older man continued,
heading towards the elevator.
"I'll think about it," Clark sighed, standing and following
after his lover, catching up to him just as the elevator doors opened.
"If I'm lucky, will you still be there when I get home?" he
asked, smiling down at Dick and nuzzling his neck. "The bed may be
Clarkified, but I'd like to be Dickified sometime today."
"Well with incentive like that I think I can force myself to stay in
bed and lounge around all day," Dick grinned, arching his neck to one
side a little more to let Clark's mouth wander further over his skin.
"In fact I can probably guarantee that not only will you be 'dickified'
but you'll be dicked as well," the older man continued, laughing at
Clark's groan. "Hey, you asked for that!"
Pressing the button to send the elevator up to the first floor, Dick
closed his eyes and simply rested against Clark until the door slid open to
let them out. He followed Clark into the kitchen and watched the younger man
throw together his lunch and then walked with him to the front door.
"Guess it's my turn to be 'house frau' today," the older man
laughed suddenly, remembering one of Clark's earliest comments back in the
'haven. "Have a good day at school, babe, and come home quick so I can
reward your hard day of work," Dick leered, letting the blanket slip a
little to expose his washboard stomach and the low riding track pants that
revealed almost as much as they hid. "Now get out of here so I can get
some sleep. Love you, Kansas."
Unable to resist, Clark dropped to his knees and licked his way up Dick's
chest and neck to his mouth, kissing him deeply. "Love you too, short
pants." He stepped back before Dick could swing at him, grabbed his
backpack and darted for the door. "That mean you're cooking too?"
"Call me short pants again, spaceboy, and no nookie for a
week!" Dick threatend with a growl.
"As for cooking - no. Ordering from that Thai place we both like?
You betcha! Me, cook," the older man continued with a shake of his
head, "an oxymoron if I ever heard one!"
"I really need to leave you with my mom for a week or two, she'd
teach you all right," Clark laughed, biting at Dick's belly before
standing, giving his lover a smoldering look. "And you're saying you
can resist me for a week? Riiiiight."
Dick sighed melodramatically. "I wonder if there's a support group
for people with addictions to sex with super-powered aliens?" and could
you survive leaving me with your mom for a week or two or better yet could
your father survive it? Now get to class so I can get to sleep,
Pushing the younger man out the door, Dick closed it behind Clark and
activated the security alarm before heading up stairs to bed. The minute his
head hit the pillows and the covers were pulled up over him the crime
fighter was asleep.
"I'm home and I'm hungry!" Clark shouted, letting the door bang
closed behind him and turning the lock before dropping his books in his
office and going in search of his lover. "Hey! Richard! If you're still
asleep, I'm coming up to dump you out of that bed! You promised me Thai when
I got home, where is it?"
Dick chuckled from where he stood on the balcony, putting the final
touches to their meal in place. One thing was for sure, if he wanted to be
heard Clark had no problem with making his presence known. Apparently voice
projection was another of his lover's 'super' gifts.
Deciding to let Clark find him, Dick wandered over to the balcony's
railing and leaned against it to take in the Metropolis skyline as he drank
his beer. The sun was just setting and it made diamonds dance along the
surface of the Metropolis River. At times like this he felt like he was back
in Gotham again.
Barely hearing the slow jazz playing in the background Dick was content
to let his mind wander until he felt a strong pair of arms wrap around his
waist. "Was wondering when you'd find me," he murmured, leaning
back to rest his head on Clark's shoulder. "The food should still be
hot, I stuck it in the chafing plate to keep it warm. Ready to eat?"
"No, I was just yelling because I felt like it," Clark chuckled
before turning his head to worry the tender flesh of Dick's throat.
"God, the view's beautiful out here, and no I don't mean the
river." He smiled a bit at that and slid his hands over Dick's muscular
"How'd you sleep?"
"I slept," Dick replied absently, his fingers tracing back and
forth along the flesh of Clark's arms. "Not as well as I do when you're
in bed next to me but well enough.
"So, I was thinking that if you'd be willing to skip a day or two of
school we could go to New York a little early and have a couple of days to
ourselves before heading to the Titan's Tower. We could get a room just off
of Central Park and explore the Village and Soho and the Park and do tourist
type things, kind of like a vacation."
"Sounds good to me." Clark licked the now warm skin. "I've
never been to New York before, so we'd get to explore some. How'd you like
"It was... less crime-filled than either Gotham or the 'haven if you
can believe it. There was so much to see and to do, the city really never
slept. There was Broadway and art galleries and museums, skating in
Rockerfeller Plaza and so much more to do. Admittedly at first I couldn't
care less and later on I tended to do what Kori wanted over what I did
but... I loved it. I can't wait to show you everything and let you show me
what you want to see," Dick replied with a smile.
"Think we'll have time to go the Statue of Liberty?" Clark
asked. "I've always wanted to see it, sort of fitting, you know? Other
then that, I'm up for anything, and maybe a ball game if anyone's in town?
"You know, I've flown by it, I've driven by it in a boat and a car
but I've never actually gone up the statue," Dick mused with a bashful
grin. "It was just... always there. Kinda like the WTC. Never went up
those and now they're gone. That should teach me to not take advantage of
things, shouldn't it? And I could see a ball game, or the New York Knicks if
they're in town. Whatever you want to see, babe. We can even go see
something at Radio City Music Hall if you want.
"But eat first, I thought you were hungry. After dinner we can hop
on the net and see what we want to do, plan a sort of itinerary - a loose
one that includes sleeping in. And a couple of clubs," Dick insisted.
"Nah, no Rockettes for me. But the sleeping in and clubs sound
fun." Clark fell silent for a moment. "Do you want to go to Ground
Zero? Sort of pay our respects?"
"It would be a nice thing to do, maybe leave something from
Nightwing and his sidekick too?" Dick offered. "Actually I think
I'd rather visit it as Nightwing. It's the least I can do, given the
circumstances," the older man decided. He could go back as Dick later
but the first visit, it had to be as Nightwing.
Tightening his arms around Dick once again, Clark nodded. "Yeah,
that feels right, respectful." Turning Dick around, he kissed him,
stroking a hand over the older man's face. "I love you so damn
"If you love me you'll eat before you start complaining I tried to
starve you," Dick retorted, ducking Clark's arms and shooing him
towards the patio table. "After all, I wouldn't want you to faint from
lack of nourishment when you're being 'dickified' I believe you called it,
"You started it with the bed being Clarkified," Clark chuckled,
settling into one of the wrought iron chairs and groaning when he caught a
whiff of the food. "Fork? Chop sticks? Fingers?" he asked, opening
the first container and looking around for something to eat with.
Dick took the carton away from his lover and opened the lid, pulling out
a piece of green curry chicken and carrying it up to Clark's mouth, letting
the juices soak the younger man's lips before dropping it in. "There's
beer in the ice bucket, and I've got a treat for you for dessert. Chocolate
covered Dick," the older man grinned.
"Where exactly do they sell that?" Clark asked after chewing,
swallowing, and slowly licking his lips. "It sounds like quite a
delicacy." He leaned over to grab two beers out of the ice, opening
them with a quick twist of his wrist.
"It's a one of a kind treat, a true rarity in the world and I had to
search many years for the right ingredients and then blend them together
just right in order to produce the treat," Dick replied as he fed his
lover another piece of the succulent meat, letting the sauce dribble down
Clark's chin and then licking it off and exploring his lover's mouth. Again
and again he fed Clark the meal with his fingers - chicken, rice,
vegetables, bits of spring rolls and bamboo shoots, taking time to feed
himself and taste the younger man
Growling deep in his chest, Clark caught Dick around the hips and dragged
him into his lap, now finding time to lick and nip at his lover's fingers
with each bite. "Think you make it taste even better," he
murmured, catching hold of Dick's hand and licking a rivulet of sauce from
his palm. "I'm really looking forward to this dessert, too. It must
have taken a long time to prepare."
"Haven't even started it yet," Dick replied blithely, thinking
of the jar of Godiva's chocolate body paint waiting on their night table
next to a bed now covered in a cheap set of sheets and a rubber underpad.
"It's the sort of dessert that needs to be served as soon as it's
prepared. Wouldn't want it to get too soft, now would we?"
Clark had to snicker at that. "Yeah, I can imagine how that might
cause a problem." He reached for his beer and took a sip, and then
another, pulling Dick in to share this one with him. After licking the foam
from the older man's mouth, he continued. "So, do I have to clean my
plate to get dessert?"
"Well you'll definitely have to lick your dessert plate clean so I
leave the choice up to you. If you think you're not gonna be able to handle
dinner and dessert you need to decide which one you want more,"
the older man replied with a smirk. "Tough choice, I know but you're on
your own for it." Just to make things a little more interesting, Dick
chose that particular moment to get a full body shiver from the cool breeze
that drifted down his back, grinning at the soft moan from his lover.
"I can always finish dinner after I eat my dessert if I'm still
hungry..." Clark rasped, very close to picking Dick up and speeding
them up to the bedroom. "That way I really don't have to choose between
the two, do I?"
"See what a smart man you are?" Dick laughed as he slid out of
Clark's arms. Stripping his clothes off he picked up the jar of chocolate
body paint and lay down on the bed spread-eagled before tossing the jar at
his lover. "So, what are you waiting for?"
Moving a bit more slowly because he was distracted by the truly amazing
sight of Dick sprawled out on their bed, all toned, tanned limbs, electric
eyes and midnight hair against the plain white sheets, Clark stripped as
well. "I was waiting for you to hold still," he murmured, popping
the jar open and inhaling the scent of the creamy milk chocolate.
"And now that you are..." Before straddling Dick's waist, Clark
rolled him over to his stomach, leaving himself with the broad canvas of his
lover's back to work on. "Do you prefer portraits, abstracts or still
life?" he asked, dipping a finger into the dark liquid and running it
in a sweeping curve across Dick's shoulders.
"Surprise me, Picasso," Dick grinned, capturing the chocolate
drenched finger with one hand and bringing it up to his lips to lick clean,
'blowing' Clark's finger as he did so. When the last drop of chocolate had
been cleaned off, the older man hummed his approval and let it slide out of
his mouth, smacking his lips together. "Chocolate covered Clark is
pretty damn tasty too - I may have to make myself a serving of that some
time. Or perhaps caramel covered Clark, or strawberry.... Oooh I know, cherries
ala Clark! Perfect!"
"Cherries?" Clark snickered, though he was rubbing his groin
against Dick's ass almost unconsciously. "Trying to make up for the
fact that you didn't get mine?"
"Babe, I got the one that counts," Dick grinned, "so I
can't complain at all. But I happen to like cherries - plump, slightly tart,
slightly sweet, perfect round globes of fleshy fruit that are just perfect
to nibble on. What's not to like about cher..." Dick sucked in a gasp
of air as the younger man's tongue began to clean off his artwork, "ries.
Damn, you're gonna have chocolate and cream before long at this
Dipping his finger into the chocolate once again, Clark drew whatever
caught his fancy on his lover's body; abstract squiggles, a pair of wings,
two half-formed bodies twined around each other. The designs grew to cover
all of Dick's back, and Clark shifted lower to decorate his ass, drawing
spirals on each cheek before licking them.
"My favorite combination," Clark murmured before continuing to
lap at Dick's ass, cleaning the dark swirls from his flesh before spreading
the firm flesh and blowing a stream of air over the puckered muscle between
Groaning, the older man arched up into Clark's wickedly talented tongue,
moaning and fisting the sheets as he writhed shamelessly on the bed.
"Considering my cock's pointing at the mattress, unless you want to
suck on cotton you're gonna be shit outta luck," Dick had to gasp out,
unconsciously begging for more, for anything that Clark would give him. He
was such a slut when it came to the younger man but damn, who could blame
Lifting his head for a moment, Clark bit down on one of the perfect
asscheeks before him. "Well, then, you'd better just use some of that
famous control that Bruce taught you and not come then, aren't you?"
Having said that, he dipped his head back down again, lapping at the circle
of muscle, teasing it with the tip of his tongue.
"CLARK!" Dick practically howled, his back arching like a cat's
when it's in heat as his fingers dug into the cotton and rubber, holding him
down when he would have quite possibly achieved orbit from that tongue
alone. "Sadistic, nasty, evil little prick, who are you and what have
you done with my sweet bottom boy slut!" the older man moaned happily.
"Your sweet little bottom boy slut figures that if he gets you crazy
enough, you'll send him into orbit when you finally get to fuck him,"
Clark laughed before pressing his tongue deeper into Dick's ass, savoring
the musky taste and the hints of leftover chocolate.
Growling, Dick bucked up, trying to dislodge the heavier man but only
succeeding in piercing himself more firmly with Clark's tongue. Panting
heavily he gripped the fabric, hardly hearing it start to tear underneath
his white knuckled grip.
The shrill, ululating ring on the telephone beside their bed had Dick
howling in disbelief and slumping onto the bed. "Not now, Jesus fuck,
not now!" he snarled at the phone that was emitting the special
tone designed to alert them that Cyber-Al had detected a situation that
needed their alter-egos ASAP.
"What the..." Dazed and disoriented, Clark lifted his head,
though he still kept an iron grip on Dick's hips. When his lover began
squirming in earnest, however, he let go, shaking his head to focus on the
phone and process the reason for that particular strident ring.
"Not right now, dammit all," Dick groaned in reply, "and
who knows if we're gonna be in the mood when we get back. Sometimes this job
sucks!" Pushing Clark off of him, Dick headed to the elevator.
"C'mon. You can see what we're up against while I take a quick shower
to get the chocolate off - a cold shower or I'm never gonna be able
to get my suit over this," Dick growled, looking down at his
bobbing erection with utter disgust.
Picking himself up off the floor where he'd landed when he hadn't reacted
quickly enough to stay on the bed, Clark nodded, finally getting his brain
to engage in thoughts of something other than Dick's body and why it wasn't
under him any longer.
"I'll shower up here and meet you down there since I've got the same
problem in case you hadn't noticed." The last was added dryly. "I
can be done a lot faster than you, so I'll still have a chance to see which
slimeball is doing what now."
"Whoever it is he or she is gonna have to deal with some seriously
pissed vigilantes. I was really looking forward to seeing if I could
make you shatter something with your screams," the older man snarled as
he practically pulled the closet door off it's hinges in frustration.
"I want blood, dammit!"
"So who are we up again... no! nonononono!" Dick moaned as he
recognized the all too familiar site of Harley Quinn's jester's hat in the
surveillance tape. Add to it the fact that Bud and Lou, her pet hyenas, were
there and Dick was ready to pound his head against the floor.
Hitting the button that connected them to the Batcave, Dick had Bruce on
the line in moments. "Tell me the Joker is still in Arkham. Please tell
me he is!" the junior knight demanded of his mentor and father.
"One second Dick, let me pull up the vid feed.... Yeah he's there.
Why?" Bruce replied, a low thread of venom apparent in his voice,
"Apparently Harley's decided to do some shopping - she picked
Metropolis. Clark and I can handle it though. Nightwing out." Letting
the connection go, Dick rubbed his throbbing temples. "Just fucking
peachy!" he sighed.
"Old acquaintance I take it?" Clark asked as he typed in a
command to have Cyber-Al download all his information on Harley Quinn to the
Nightbird's computer; he'd study it while they were on the way to wherever
they were going to take care of her.
"You could say that. Harley Quinn, a.k.a. Dr. Harleen Quinzel was a
psychoanalyst at Arkham Asylum who got a little too deep into The Joker's
head and went nuts. She ended up his lover and as whacked as he is - and
about as dangerous. Totally amoral, totally unbalanced and doesn't give a
shit who gets hurt so long as she has fun. God, it's gonna be a long
night," Dick moaned, "and a messy one. She never does things half
way, if you know what I mean. And those damned hyenas tend to look at me
Clark sighed and pulled his cowl up over his head. "Let 'em chew on
me. I guarantee they'll never bite anyone again." He reached out,
stroking a hand over Dick's shoulders, then tried to assume the professional
demeanor he'd been working on developing. "So, what's her weakness and
what's the best way to stop her and minimize her damage?"
"Her weakness is the Joker - she'd do anything for the sicko which
makes her just as sick. Other than that, take her down hard and fast and
don't let her crocodile tears fool you. She's one hell of an actress and a
manipulative little bitch as well. She's a piece of work, that's for
sure," Nightwing groaned, sliding behind the wheel of the Nightbird.
"We'd better get going or there won't be a downtown core to save.
The only bonus to all this is that it's Luthor's department store that she's
roaming free in. Poor baby, all that damage," Dick continued
insincerely. "I bet this is just killing him!"
"I'm not really worried about the store," Clark frowned,
"Just the people inside. Are there any civilians involved?"
"I'm not sure, but knowing Harley I'd have to say yes. She likes a
crowd almost as much as her boss does. After all, what's the point of
causing all this mayhem if people aren't around to appreciate it,
right?" Nightwing scowled, gunning the engine and sending the Nightbird
hurtling into the early evening traffic, hoping that they'd get there before
anyone seriously pissed the crazy woman in the harlequin suit off enough for
her to bust a cap in them.
Luthor's department store was already cordoned off. There were people
crying and others giving statements. A huge crowd had been drawn to the
spectacle and reporters from both the Daily Planet and the Metropolis
Inquistor were there covering the chaos. And there in the center of the
'command' area, cops and firefighters and the chief of police and
commissioner swirling around him, was Lex Luthor.
"Shit!" Nightwing growled succinctly.
"That says it all," Clark sighed, watching as the city
officials scurried around, toadying to his former boyfriend. "How do
you want to handle this? Go in through the roof or the side or... through
official channels?" He shuddered at the thought of the last for while
normally that's what he thought of as being right, getting close to Lex
"We deal with Harley first and then deal with the rest but just to
be on the safe side, why don't you head up to the roof and scope things out
while I talk to the Commissioner. He's not in Luthor's pocket, therefore I
trust him to a certain extent." Dick knew he should let Clark come too
instead of letting him cool his heels on the roof but there was no way he
wanted his lover anywhere near Luthor. The bastard wasn't going to be so
"Commissioner," Nightwing growled, his voice deepened and
rougher than Dick Grayson's as he strode through the command area, ignoring
"Nightwing, you're a sight for sore eyes. There's a crazy woman
"Her name is Harley Quinn and she's not just crazy, she's deadly.
Her normal partner in crime is the Joker," Nightwing interrupted.
"Luckily for us the Joker is still in Arkham. I've just been on the
horn with Batman and he's confirmed this. My partner and I will handle
Harley, just try and keep the crowds away and the cops away from their
Spinning on his heel he headed back into the crowd, Nightwing disappeared
into the shadows and was soon heading towards the roof and his partner. Time
to see what was going on inside.
Clark had been listening in on Nightwing's end of the conversation
through his headpiece, and he scanned the roof, looking down through the
stairwells to assure himself that Dick's path up was clear of obstructions.
His own path up had been totally clear as, after checking the area for
gawkers, he'd leapt into the air and flown to the roof.
"Looks like she's on the second floor," he said once Nightwing
arrived, the two of them staying in the shadows to avoid advertising their
presence. His sensitive hearing picked up a crash, and he shrugged.
"Must not like the merchandise."
"Any hostages?" Nightwing asked, getting his game face on a
little more firmly as he retracted the automatic jump lines that were housed
in the forearm area of his costume which he'd used to climb up the side of
Using his infrared lenses, Nightwing checked for trip wires and alarms
and then very carefully picked the lock to the skylight, opening it.
"Care to give me a lift down, gorgeous?" he grinned at his lover.
"And show off your new found skills to me a bit?"
"Looks like her dogs have four people cornered in the fur section.
Right now I think she's looking at the jewelry." Letting his vision
return to normal, Clark looked at Dick. "And I'd be glad to be your
personal elevator. It looked like the third floor was deserted, so we should
Slinging one arm around Dick's waist, Clark stepped out over the now open
skylight and descended toward the marble floor, scanning the area around
them and trying to keep his body between Dick and any possible attack
points. They broke apart when they hit the floor, rolling for the shadows,
and, on Dick's signal, Clark followed him toward the escalator. "Want
me to make some noise so you can get down?" he asked.
"Are you saying I can't make it down without making noise?"
Nightwing whispered in mock affront. "Keep it up, junior, and next time
you can stay in the car!"
Making some quick calculations the older man continued. "We go after
Harley first. Her mutts will come and help her over keeping the hostages
pinned. That should give them the break they need to get out of here and
give us all the baddies at the same time. I'll take the escalator; you
circle back and take the stairs. That should put you behind Harley and her
'babies' and box them between us."
"I didn't mean it that way..." Clark protested before falling
silent and nodding a Dick described his plan.
"Okay, is my main target Harley or the dogs?"
Nightwing chuckled. "Knowing Harley it won't matter. It's gonna be a
free-for-all. Just go for whoever's closest and bring 'em down with the
minimum of damage. Luthor's got insurance to cover the breakage so do what
you have to to stop the perps within reason."
At Clark's nod the two separated, Dick Grayson feeling a twinge of
protective worry that was easily stamped into submission by Nightwing and
the job they had to do.
Making it to the jewelry section, Dick grinned and cleared his throat,
causing the moll to spin around with a look of dawning horror slash
disbelief slash annoyance on her face. "Harley, Harley, Harley. It's a
long way from Gotham for a shopping trip."
Clark was already down the stairs and in position when he heard Dick's
comment, and he forced himself not to grin. Trust Nightwing to come up with
the perfect line for any situation.
Deciding to give the hostages some extra time, he emerged from the
shadows behind the two hyenas, darting forward to yank their stubby tails.
"C'mere doggies, play with me."
"Hey! Leave my babies alone!" Harley hollered, lunging at Clark
only to be stopped by Nightwing. "Bud, Lou, get 'em!"
"Harley, I'm heartbroken. Here I thought you came to Metropolis to
check up on an old friend but no, now you attack my partner and me? Where
are your manners, little girl?" Nightwing asked, ducking a punch.
"For shame, Miss Quinzel, that's no way for a lady to act!"
"Oh stuff a sock in it, bird boy!" Harley snarled, lunging
again only to have Nightwing side step her. "Geez can't a girl have a
little fun without you bat brain types ruining it?!"
"Hey, I'm not a bat," Clark called, stepping backwards to lure
the two hyenas away from the small huddle of people, then motioning for them
to run while he corralled the snarling canines, catching them both behind
the ears and lifting them up off the ground.
"I think these two need to go to the pound, what about you,
"I think they all do," the older man replied, catching Harley
by the waist and hauling her up enough to throw a pair of 'nightcuffs' on
her to keep her hands out of trouble. Swatting her butt and ignoring her
subsequent shrieks of indigence Nightwing hefted the lady crook under his
arm more securely and headed to the front door to hand her over to the
"You'll be happy to know we apprehended her without any more damage,
Luthor, but I would suggest you close the store down for the night until
it's cleaned up. Oh and I'd have better security locks put on your skylight.
It was a breeze to open," Nightwing informed Lex smugly as he handed
Harley over to the cops while Clark took care of stuffing the hyenas into
the animal control van.
"Commissioner, you know how to reach us if there's anymore
trouble." And with that Nightwing was airborne and heading back to
where the Nightbird had been parked.
Making a face at the slobber the hyenas had gotten all over his suit,
Clark scratched the back of his neck. "Was it me, or did that seem too
"Too easy. Of course that leads one to wonder just why Harley Quinn
had a personal invite to cause mayhem in a Luthor store... Al, check the car
for bugs," Dick growled getting a twitch in his stomach, "or
anything else for that matter..."
While the AI did that, Clark twisted around, scanning the vehicle
thoroughly. "Got one, he announced, almost at the same time Al said the
same thing. "In the right wheel well, and another attached to the
muffler. Someone wanted to know where we were going." Bending slightly,
Clark hefted the car up to shoulder height and held it there. "Want to
Ducking underneath Dick grabbed the tracking devices and then, catching a
nearby alley cat, planted the bugs on the cat for a little added insurance.
"Guess we should be thankful that it was just tracking devices and not
bombs. Apparently someone's become interested in our activities enough to
try and track us. I'm not sure whether to be flattered or annoyed."
Privately Dick was fuming. Only Luthor would be ballsey enough to lure
someone like Harley to Metropolis. At least it had only been Harley. If the
Joker had come along for the ride, Luthor would have been so far up shit
creek it wouldn't have been funny. And then if he survived the laughing
menace he'd have to deal with not only Nightwing but Batman and Robin. If
Batman and Robin got here in time, that is.
The Joker had killed Jason and had paralyzed Barbara as well as shot him
in the shoulder. Dick had a grudge against the white faced freak that was
almost as large as Batman's and if anyone, anyone deliberately
courted the crown prince of mayhem then Nightwing would stop at nothing to
bring them both down. End of story.
"We'd better get out of here before any reporters find us. Last
thing we need is an interview," Nightwing continued gruffly, climbing
into the Nightbird and starting the engine. "And the bastard had to
have it so that we'd be interrupted just when I was getting licked clean
too," Dick groused.
"Don't you mean 'the bitch'?" Clark asked, settling into his
seat and closing the door behind him. "Not that I'm any happier about
it then you are. I'd just gotten you where I wanted you."
"No, I meant the bastard," Dick replied. "It was too easy,
Clark. It was a set up and somebody other than Harley was pulling the
strings. Oh, she went along with it, no doubt, probably because she didn't
realize that I was in town now. She was much too surprised to see me for her
to have known that Nightwing was here.
"I mean why Luthor's - it's only a middle of the road department
store. Yeah it sells some real jewelry and furs and shit but it's not the
big-ticket stuff Harley normally goes for, or the zany crap she tries to get
for her boss. It was... a sideshow comedy for christ's sake!"
Clark sighed, not wanting to admit to himself what Dick was driving at,
but knowing he had to for both of their sakes. "You think Lex is behind
this, that he's trying to smoke you - both of us - out."
"I'm not saying he is, Clark, but we need to look at the facts and
not let my disgust of the man or your... emotions get in the way," Dick
It was the closest he'd ever come to saying that he knew Clark still had
strong feelings for his first love and it was as close as he'd ever get. He
understood how a person could have a past and so far he'd been lucky to not
have his around to taunt Clark. But Kori was out there somewhere and who
knew if she'd ever decide to come back to Earth or not. She hadn't expected
him to wait for her but she hadn't exactly said it was over either, that had
been Dick's decision.
Which meant he had no room to judge and could only be there for Clark in
whatever way he could. Finding out the guy who was your first was quite
possibly the scum sucking invertebrate that was causing all the crime sprees
around the city and was co-opting big names in the criminal world for help
had to be one of the hardest things Clark would ever have to face.
Suspecting was one thing - seeing the proof another entirely.
Dick sighed and continued on gently. "If Luthor didn't mastermind it
then someone in his 'house' did. Which means that Luthorcorp or Lexcorp have
something to hide and we've been stepping on toes enough to get noticed.
Which means we need to start getting more careful.
"Whoever set this up was willing to bring in outside help of the
worst kind. The fact that it was Harley instead of her boss was a godsend
but... if this person is willing to play with that kind of fire we need to
be doubly careful. The thought of Joker loose in Metropolis," Nightwing
shuddered. It was something he'd definitely rather not contemplate. The
thought of Joker and Clark coming face to face ... Dick would move heaven
and hell and sell his soul to the devil to prevent such a thing from
"Then we'll have to find a way to stop them before they bring in
anyone else." Clark's gut churned at the thought that Lex could be
behind this. He knew that the other man was ruthless and single-minded when
it came to what he wanted, but to put innocent people in danger?
"Maybe Cyber-Al and Oracle can get together and try to figure out
his next move?"
"Good plan, you wanna let 'em know now so they can start working on
it and we can bypass the whole debriefing thing and right back to where we
left off before we were so rudely interrupted? You know, chocolate and cream
and naked debauchery?" Dick purred, glancing over at his lover.
"And while we're on the subject do you have any idea how totally hot
you are in that outfit? Luthor was checking out your ass. I was ready to rip
his spleen out. That's my ass to check out!"
"He was?" Clark winced. "I told you it was too tight...
Can I go back to the baggy look I wanted?"
"Hell no! Then I wouldn't be able to ogle you," Dick protested
as the Nightbird disappeared into the underground rabbit warren of reservoir
tunnels, one of which led to their underground home away from home. "I
happen to like being able to check you out at will. It gives me something to
look forward too when we're doing our heroic bit," the older man
continued with a lascivious smirk.
Clark snorted out a laugh, though he retained his somewhat pensive
expression. "Just don't get so distracted by my ass that you fall over
the crook or off the side of a building. Spiderman you aren't."
"Maybe not but I've got my very own Nietzchean 'Superman' to protect
me, don't I?" Dick grinned at his lover, pulling into the cavern and
turning off the car after engaging the security measures.
Snickering, Clark lightly punched Dick's shoulder. "There we go,
when I grow up and take an identity of my own, I'm going to call myself that
just to drive you nuts!"
"Argh! You wouldn't!" Dick groaned, climbing out of the car.
"Al, we're home, anything to report?" Dick called out as he began
to strip off his costume on his way to the change room, sending a grin over
his shoulder to his lover.
"Nothing in Metropolis, young sir, and I have contacted Oracle and
we have begun to put together a profile of events so we can try and predict
just who is pulling the strings in this city and what they're next move may
"Thanks, Al," Dick yelled out as he peeled off his face mask
and began to scrub the residual spirit gum off his face, his costume hanging
low around his hips.
Tugging his cowl back off his face and running his hands through his
hair, Clark moved up behind Dick, rubbing against him suggestively.
"Nothing we can do until they come up with some info... Want to take up
where we left off?" As he spoke, Clark slipped a hand inside Dick's
costume; kneading his cock and feeling it grow beneath his hand.
"Mmm, I do like your style, Kent," Dick laughed, grinding his
ass back against Clark's erection. "My, but that's quite the swelling
you have, Mr. Kent. Is there anyway I can help you relieve yourself of
"Sure," Clark purred, nipping Dick's ear and down the side of
his neck. "Get out of that costume and get me out of mine so that we
can both get upstairs to our bed and get nasty with each other."
"I've got a better idea," Dick replied, growling hungrily.
Reapplying his mask, the older man wheeled in the younger man's arms and
shoved Clark back onto the exam table, pulling Clark's uniform down as he
"Mr. Kent, I have reason to believe you've been exposed to a toxic
substance that has affected your libido. It will cause an inordinate amount
of swelling in sensitive places and only repeated and applied pressure can
save your life. Will you trust me to save you?"
Swallowing down his laughter and affecting what he hoped was a suitably
horrified and innocent expression, he cringed, trying to cover his groin.
"Can you save me, Nightwing, oh great and masterful protector of
Dick nearly lost it, his lips quivered and his throat swallowed
convulsively. Looking away until he was sure he had it under control.
Turning back to the younger man, he couldn't help but ham it up though.
"Fear not, good citizen, I will take this terrible burden upon myself
and risk life and limb to keep your outstanding self safe from the
corruption of evil doers!"
"I just don't understand how this could have happened!" Clark
wailed, catching Dick's hand and holding onto it in desperation. "I was
walking home and saw you battling it out with some ruffians in that outfit
that hugs your body so tightly, clinging to each curve and muscle so
lovingly..." He trailed off, squirming on the table. "And while I
was watching, they must have zapped me with some kind of ray gun!"
"Relax, fair citizen, I know how traumatic this must be for you. I'm
quite sure you're perfectly straight and never would have imagined me as an
object of desire without that ray gun. You were probably on your way home
from your girlfriend's house after spending a lovely evening playing canasta
with her and her parents and now here you are, faced with only me to save
you from your predicament.
"I promise to be gentle with you and I won't do anything other than
what is absolutely necessary. But this examination table is so cold and
sterile. Come. I will away with you to my lair where there is a handy-dandy
bed to deflower... I mean save you in!" Dick hammed up.
"It won't be painful will it?" Clark asked, injecting a tremor
into his voice that was supposed to be fear but was, in fact, laughter.
"And it won't be... sexual? I'm saving myself for my true love, Mary
Sue, and I don't want to do anything until our wedding night."
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to relieve the swelling, young man.
I'll try and keep your virginity intact, but let's be honest son; if Mary
Sue is a virgin she's going to expect you to have some experience in these
things to guide her. I can teach you things, show you how to make her feel
good and by doing so make this whole process less painful for you. You don't
have to worry, though, all us superhero types are gay - why do you think we
all wear tights? We know how to make it feel good."
Dick hefted the younger man up off the exam table and carried him towards
the bed, trying to keep his face straight as he continued to shovel the shit
wide and deep. This was too funny for words. But it had become a competition
of sorts as to who could say the most outrageous thing, who could keep a
straight face the longest.
Unable to restrain a squeak of shock, Clark wrapped his arms around
Dick's neck. "But if you're gay, how will you know what makes a woman
feel good? I don't think she's built like we are." Feigning curiosity
and trying not to snicker, Clark ran a hand down Dick's arm and squeezed his
bicep. "Wow, you must work out a lot."
"I have to stay in top shape to keep evil-doers at bay, don't you
know!" Dick boasted, flexing his muscles under Clark's touch. "And
that's because I'm one of those odd superheroes who like boys and girls
equally. I like hard cocks and soft, squishy breasts equally. But don't
worry, I promise to take good care of you," the older man grinned,
dropping Clark onto the bed and following him down.
"But first, if we don't relieve you of this swelling it could spread
to your brain and kill you," Dick continued as his tongue darted out to
lap at the weeping tip of Clark's erection before sucking it into the warm
haven of his mouth.
"Oh, I don't think you shouuuuuld..." Clark managed a passable
attempt at stopping Dick before arching his back, squirming as his boyfriend
teased the head of his erection. "Oh my... you do know how to... do
that. Mary Sue said it was disgusting and that she'd never do - God!"
"Then Mary Sue is a fucking idiot," Nightwing replied, removing
his mouth momentarily as he looked up at his lover through his mask, a
hungry smile spreading across his mouth. "You taste delicious!"
That said, Nightwing dove back down, this time swallowing the helpless
'citizen' to the root so that his mouth and throat were full of Clark's
Moaning around the shaft buried deep in his throat, Nightwing began to
suckle, and his tongue lashing whatever parts it could reach. One of his
hands stroked Clark's hip, calming him supposedly but instead stroking the
erogenous zone his lover had right at the join of hip and groin. Nightwing's
other hand began to pet and roll his lover's balls, smirking around Clark's
shaft at the noise the younger man was starting to make.
Retaining only enough control so that he didn't buck his lover across the
lair, Clark whined, whipping his head back and forth against the soft
sheets, his fingers threading through Dick's black hair to cradle his skull.
"Who? Oh, God, who are you?" he gasped, trying to stay in his
appointed role but finding it more difficult by the second as Dick was
sucking his brains out of his cock.
Nightwing couldn't be bothered to answer; he simply continued to suck on
his lover, a hand leaving to scrabble across the mattress in order to reach
the bedside table without looking for it. Finding it at last, the crime
fighter dragged it back to where he could maneuver better.
Continuing to suck on the younger man and stroke his erogenous spot,
Nightwing deftly popped the lid of the squeeze tube and managed to get some
lube on his index and second fingers. Sliding the now greased fingers along
Clark's crease the older man quickly inserted them in Clark's tight pucker,
searching for and finding Clark's prostate with unerring accuracy.
Giving a wordless howl, Clark levered himself up off the bed and remained
floating there a foot above the sheets as he came, pumping gouts of semen
down Dick's throat. When he recovered slightly, he dropped back to the bed,
trying to dredge up a shocked look, but doubting that it looked anything
other than satisfied. "You said you wouldn't..." He gasped when
Dick curved his fingers over his prostate again. "How can I ever go
back to what I thought before now that I know this?"
"You can't," Nightwing chuckled evilly as he withdrew his
fingers and shucked off the rest of his costume. Using the hand slick with
lubricant he quickly greased his cock and, spreading Clark's thighs wide,
pierced the younger man with his cock.
"I'm the one who infected you because I wanted you to be my hot
little wonderslut sidekick," the older man continued with a comically
evil laugh. "You're mine now, my pretty boy, all mine. If you don't get
butt fucked on a regular basis you will die a horribly excruciating death
and you'll never ever be able to get it up when you look at Mary Sue or any
other woman. I've brought you over to the gay side!"
"Nooooooooo!" Clark shrieked, feigning horror before breaking
into laughter even as he wrapped his legs around Dick's waist, arching up
under his weight. "You are so fucking crazy," he laughed in
between licks to Dick's mouth and bites at his lower lip. "And I
wouldn't want you any other way. Wonderslut sidekick..." He snickered
before catching his breath when Dick's next thrust raked over his prostate.
Snickering, Dick continued to pound his lover at a lazy pace, enjoying
the laughter as much as the lovemaking. "Just call me fruitcake,"
Dick grinned, leaning down to kiss Clark hungrily. "My little
"Great, Fruitcake and the Wonderslut; sounds like a bad porn
movie!" Still laughing, Clark ran his hands down Dick's back to cup his
ass, pulling him in even deeper at his next thrust.
Moaning, Dick sped up his thrusts, turning his mouth so that he could
nibble and bite at Clark's collarbone. "Well at least we'll have a
career to fall back on if we rid the world of evil while we're still young
and buff," he groaned as he increased the pace of his thrusting hips
even more. One last, desperate lunge into Clark and Dick was pouring his
seed into his lover's body, Clark's name a whispered prayer on his lips as
he slumped forward, knowing his lover would catch and cradle his spent body.
"I adore you, Kansas."
"Same here, Dick," Clark murmured, stroking his hands over his
lover's back, soothing and gentling him as they lay twined together.
"Can't imagine my world without you, and I never want to have to."
He lifted his head enough to lick at the older man's ear. "I'm addicted
"See, my evil dastardly infection worked!" the older man
chuckled, raising his head enough to peel off his mask and tossing it onto
the night table. "You're my helpless love slave forever... you know, I
kinda like the sound of that," Dick continued as he eased out of Clark
and rolled onto his side next to the younger man, his skin damp with their
exertions and the air around them smelling like sex.
Rolling to his side as well, Clark rubbed his thumb over Dick's swollen
lower lip. "Helpless, eh? Just how are you going to manage that
"Too bad those meteorite chunks hurt you so much, I kinda like the
idea of making you like a mere mortal long enough for me to play with you a
bit," Dick grinned before he sucked the digit into his mouth and
fellated it hungrily.
"You can play with me any time you want, baby." Clark pulled
his finger back, running it over Dick's lips and leaving them shiny before
leaning in to lick at them.
"Mmmm, sounds like fun," Dick grinned as he sat up, stretching
languorously, feeling his vertebrae and neck crack as he arched and rolled
his body into various contortions. "But then again, anything we do
together sounds like fun.
"You know, that chocolate sauce is still waiting for us upstairs. I
vote that we head up, get a shower and start all over again, what do you
think?" Dick leered at his lover.
Unable to keep his conscience quiet, Clark snuck a quick look at the
clock on the main console. "Works for me," he murmured, sitting up
as well and rolling off the bed to land neatly on his feet. "And we've
got time, because perfect grades or not, you're not skipping classes
tomorrow, got it?"
"Yes, daddy," Dick smirked as he slid off the bed and out of
Clark's reach. "You know you could be a 'daddy' if you wanted to. You
may be young but you've definitely got a dommy streak," the older man
continued to tease as he backed away as quickly as possible while keeping
one eye on where he was going and one eye on Clark.
"Why do I think the terms 'daddy' and 'pushy bottom boy' are
mutually exclusive?" Shaking his hair back off his forehead, Clark
allowed Dick to lead him until he pounced, pressing his lover up against the
elevator door and kissing him senseless.
"The world's a stage, babe, and everyone's a player. Just because
you're a pushy bottom boy one day doesn't mean you can't be a dommy daddy
the next," Dick replied when his mouth was freed and his brains had
unscrambled enough to form a coherent thought. "Although I prefer
plainly perfect Clark Kent nine times out of ten. So... shower now?"
"Shower, then get messy, then another shower in case I miss
anything," Clark murmured, walking them into the elevator and reaching
back to hit the button.
"Sounds like a fantastic plan to me. Hopefully this time we won't
get interrupted before you add the cream sauce to the chocolate," Dick
sniggered as he wound his arms around Clark's neck and began to feast on the
younger man's adam's apple, all the while grinding into Clark's erogenous
zone on his hip just to make things interesting.
"Take the phone off the hook," Clark groaned, wrapping his
hands under Dick's ass and lifting him so that their mouths were perfectly
aligned. This accomplished, he kissed Dick until the doors opened, then
carried him toward their bedroom, sprawling Dick out on the bed before
covering him and licking from his neck to his navel.
Dick laughed breathlessly, squirming under the onslaught of Clark's
tongue. "So does this mean we're going for a sponge bath over a shower?
Not that I'm complaining, I simply want to be clear on things."
"Why waste time showering when we're just going to get messy
again?" Clark asked, working his way back up to Dick's chest and
lapping at one taut nipple. Reaching for the jar of chocolate they'd
discarded earlier, he opened it, dipped a finger in, and once again began
painting on his lover, this time on his front.
Shivering as the cool chocolate hit hot flesh, Dick arched up into the
touch, gasping. "I always said you were a smart man but you're a
freakin' genius, babe!"
Before clutching at the bed sheets, Dick had the sense to knock the phone
of the hook, throw a pillow over it, thereby ensuring that they managed to
get to finish this time, and then tried to stay as still as possible while
Clark covered him with chocolate hieroglyphics. It was when the truly
twisted mind of his lover led Clark into painting Dick's inner thighs that
the older man could no longer stay still. Damn he was sensitive there! The
inner thigh and that damned spot in the small of his back tended to send him
through the roof, and if his copiously leaking cock was any indication,
they'd be having a skylight over their bed in a matter of moments.
"Clark, god, plea... don't... stop, ah fuck, Clark," Dick
moaned, transferring his hands to the headboard and holding on for dear life
as his head tossed and turned and his whole body shivered and undulated
under the younger man's wicked touch.
"I'm not gonna stop," Clark purred, purposefully
misunderstanding Dick's pleas and leaning in to lick at the tender skin of
his lover's inner thigh only to feel him writhe beneath him. "Not until
you come screaming my name anyway."
Nuzzling the chocolate covered skin, he bit at it, careful not to break
the skin, but hard enough that he could hear and feel Dick's response. His
own cock was as hard as steel, and all Clark wanted to do was rub himself
all over his lover, but he could wait, it wouldn't be long now.
Dick's whole body was quivering as he fought to hold on for just a little
longer but Clark was determined to drive him insane. Each lap of the younger
man's tongue produced a moan, each bite a gasp and each new portion of his
skin that was cleaned drove Dick that much crazier. "Clark, god, babe,
you're... ah sweet jes... killing me!"
Throwing his head back, his body arched and strung taut, Dick felt Clark
close his mouth over the older man's erection mere seconds before he came,
sending creamy ropes of his seed gouting down Clark's throat. Babbling in
tongues, Dick's body slowly relaxed into the mattress, spent and sated, his
mind an exhausted pile of goo.
"So good, so fucking good," Clark groaned, lunging up Dick's
body to take his mouth, his hips arching hard into the cradle of the older
man's pelvis as he came as well, unbearably turned on by the sight, sound
and taste of Dick's orgasm.
Breathing heavily, he lifted his head to look down at his lover,
chuckling slightly at his still blessed-out expression. "Chocolate and
cream, my favorite."
"Wha...?" Dick moaned as he tried to gather his thoughts back
up. The big gorgeous man in his life was talking to him. Clark, that's it.
Clark was talking to him. Something about favorites and food.
Shaking off the cobwebs, the older man nuzzled his way around Clark's
throat, suckling and mouthing at the hot flesh, his hands stroking lazily
down the bigger man's spine. "Mmmm, 'snice. Love you," Dick
mumbled around a mouthful of flesh. "Sleep now?"
Chuckling quietly, Clark tried to roll off of Dick to clean them both
off, but found himself held tightly in his lover's grip. "Anything you
want, Fruitcake, but don't complain to me when we stick to each other in the
"You can fly us into the shower so we can unstick ourselves,"
Dick replied drowsily, too tired to even set the alarm for the morning.
Besides, Clark could be at school in under 5 minutes from getting up to
walking through the door of his first class so he could afford to sleep in
once in a while.
"So, it's settled," Dick grinned as he sat in front of the
communications console in the cave. "Batgirl's gonna fly in from Gotham
and keep an eye out on Metropolis while we're gone while having an all
expenses paid shopping trip ala Bruce. She'll stay in the condo and
Metropolis gets babysat and shopped clean while we invade New York,"
Dick grinned at Garth.
"Bruce and Tim said they'd give her a hand if she's in over her head
but I'm not expecting anything major. It's not like the 'haven at all, so
she should be fine," Dick continued, a grin spreading across his face.
"Were you able to make the reservation for me?" Dick continued,
his smile turning softer as he thought of what he was arranging for Clark
and his first official vacation together. Okay so he was going a little
overboard but he was besotted.
"There will be a limo waiting at the airport and you've got a room
on the top floor of the Plaza. You've also got box seats for Rent and I've
made reservations for you at The Firebird for a late dinner after the show
gets out. The rest is up to you my friend," Garth grinned as he shook
his head. "I've never seen you spend so much money at once. It must be
love indeed if you want champagne and strawberries delivered to your room
instead of beer and pizza."
"Fuck you, fish face!" Dick snarled playfully. "We'll see
you when we get to the Tower. I'll call ahead to let you know that we're on
"Richard..." Garth began, his face troubled as he tried to
figure out how to tell his friend or if he should tell him at all
that Koriand'r was back on Earth and looking forward to her reunion with her
lost love. Seeing the joy in Dick's face as he planned his little get away
with his lover had Garth swallowing his words. There would be time enough
for that later. "Enjoy yourself and try to not break any noise laws. I
would hate to have to bail you and Clark out of jail before I get a chance
to meet your love face to face."
"Whatever!" Dick retorted. "I'm looking forward to seeing
my godson and your sexy wife. You I can live without, though. Catch you on
the waves, guppie!"
Dick shut down the signal just as the elevator door slid open. "Hey
you sexy beast you! Come looking for me?"
"Nah, I just wanted to talk to Al," Clark chuckled, moving
around behind Dick's chair and wrapping his arms around the other man's
chest, tilting his head up for a long, lingering kiss. "Anything going
on that I need to know about?"
As he spoke, he glanced up at the console, automatically checking for red
alert lights or any other sign of troubles in Metropolis. Nothing looked out
of the ordinary, so he relaxed and nuzzled the top of Dick's head. "You
know, we need to pack if we're getting out of here tomorrow, plus get
batteries and memory cards for the cam-corder, and..." He broke off,
grinning, "God, I sound like a hick on his first trip to the big city.
"Cute," Dick countered, swinging around in the chair and
pulling Clark onto his lap. "Very cute. I picked up film and tapes
today on the way home, packing won't take long at all, you're not gonna need
much for in the hotel room, after all," the older man continued,
waggling his eyebrows, "and just remember to pack a suit for the play
and dinner. Other than that jeans and khakis and only one flannel
shirt. I expect to see those henleys I bought you and a club outfit. As much
as I love you in flannel, New York just ain't a flannel kinda town."
"Yes, Dad," Clark sighed, getting comfortable on Dick's lap and
tracing a finger over the neckline of the older man's shirt. "What
about whips, chains and tazers? From what I've seen, New York is that
kind of town."
He snickered, and leaned in to nibble on Dick's lower lip. "Should
we pick up something for Garth's son? I mean, what kind of godfather would
you be if you didn't spoil the kid?"
"Already got it covered, babe. Tomorrow we raid FAO Schwartz since
it's right across the street from the hotel," Dick grinned.
"You're gonna love it and you can help me buy the little prince a ton
of stuff just to drive his parents nuts.
"And whips and chains sound great for some of the clubs we could go
to but you are not getting a tazer anywhere near this fabulous body
of mine! Besides why do we need those? We're crime fighters after all,"
the older man chortled before capturing Clark's mouth.
"Are you trying to distract me, Mr. Kent?" he asked after long
moments, a raven eyebrow arched in question. "Or are you just trying to
have your wicked way with me and thereby procrastinate on the packing?"
"Which answer works better?" Clark murmured, bowing his head to
nip his way along Dick's neck before settling at the hollow of his throat.
"Since you're picking out my clothes so I don't embarrass you, I don't
have to worry about packing, I can just stay here and play."
"Clark," Dick paused long moments, holding Clark's head still
to make sure he could look his lover in the eyes. "You don't
embarrass me. Ever! Got that? Nothing you wear, no way you act, absolutely nothing
embarrasses me about you. You're so close to perfect it isn't funny. Don't
you ever think that you could make me anything but proud and awed that I
have you for my lover, okay?"
Though tempted to duck his head and look away, Clark kept still, his eyes
locked on Dick's. "I know, I didn't mean it that way, it's just... Old
habit from hearing about how I dress, I guess. Sorry." He rested his
forehead against Dick's and sighed. "Didn't mean to ruin the mood. Want
to go pack now?"
"You didn't ruin the mood, I just wanted to make it perfectly clear.
I know who gave you that complex but that's not me. I mean you should have
seen some of my fashion faux pas over the years. Hell, let's start with the
Robin costume and go from there!" Dick laughed self deprecatingly.
"And then there was the red polka dot shirt with the royal blue baggy
Clark gave a half-hearted smile that grew slowly more genuine as he
listened to the older man talk. "Maybe I shouldn't let you dress me
after all," he commented. "Maybe I should be dressing you!"
"Yeah, well, I got better as I got older, thank god," Dick
grinned, not mentioning that the polka dots were only a year before he moved
to Bludhaven. "So, did you really want to pack now or pack later and
In between kisses, Clark thought that choice over. "Pack now, play
later, that way we don't have to worry about deadlines or rushing around
tomorrow morning. Work for you?"
"Then you might want to get off my lap before I forget we need to go
to upstairs and I just spear you right now and watch you ride me in this
chair," Dick purred, nuzzling at Clark's throat hungrily. "God you
smell good, I adore the way you smell. And look. And moan. And writhe. And
touch me. And love me..."
Clark whimpered. "Forget packing, do it!" As he spoke, he went
into a flurry of motion, stripping them both as much as possible and
squirming against Dick, his full erection trapped between their bodies.
Dick chuckled. "Gee, that got an interesting reaction." Urging
Clark to stand up, Dick positioned his cock at the opening to his lover's
body. "Whenever you're ready babe, just sink down," the older man
continued, licking his lips hungrily.
"That would be any time I see you," Clark rasped, resting his
hands on Dick's shoulders and lowering himself, feeling the other man's
erection split him open as it worked deeper and deeper into him. "God!
Feel so big this way," he gasped, his head lolling back onto his
shoulders as he continued the slow descent, feeling is body adjust to accept
the thick length within him.
"Size queen," Dick teased breathlessly, his hands resting
lightly on Clark's hips to help steady the younger man's descent. "But
if the size fits and all that..."
"And yours does," Clark gasped, rocking his hips and tightening
his ass around Dick's cock until he felt the other man buck up within him.
"And what pushy bottom slut isn't a size queen at heart?"
Dick choked on the laughter that threatened to bubble up. Only Clark
would say something like that. "Babe, your sense of humor borders on
the absurd," the older man gasped as his lover's internal muscles began
to palpitate around him. "God, Clark, that.. Jesus, do that again and
I'm gonna go off like a freakin' roman candle!"
Wrapping a hand around the younger man's erection and the other around
Clark's neck, Dick pulled his lover down for a ravaging kiss even as he
began to pump his cock in time to the motion of Clark's hips.
Groaning at the intense pleasure, Clark only moved faster, arching up
into Dick's hand before rocking back down onto his cock, his own muscles
continuing to squeeze around the older man's erection with each move. He was
so close himself that he could taste it; this was going to be hard and hot
and fast and, most of all, wonderful.
Sliding the hand that had been cupping the back of Clark's neck down his
lover's spine, Dick let his fingers brush against both his cock and the
younger man's distended anus. Tracing lightly around the enlarged pucker,
Dick smirked at the noises that began to emerge from Clark's throat. As the
moans got louder, Dick edged his index finger inside, fucking the younger
man with both his cock and the digit pressed against it.
Any capacity Clark had left for speech vanished at that moment, and he
howled, grabbing onto the back of Dick's chair, crushing the metal beneath
his fingers as his orgasm crashed over him. Howling, he curved forward,
feeling his come splash against his chest as he quaked, riding Dick's
erection and finger through every spasm.
Clark's over the top reaction had Dick following behind even before the
younger man's spasms began to massage his cock. Bellowing out Clark's name,
Dick sagged forward onto Clark's shoulder. Damn, that was hot, but what else
was new with Clark? "Okay, melted brain, exhausted body and crushed
chair. All in all a damn good way to get rid of the pre-trip jitters, don't
"Hmm?" Clark mumbled, more then happy to curl up against Dick
and stay that way for a year or two, until the older man started squirming
under him. "Sorry," he mumbled, slowly getting to his feet.
"No squashing the love machine."
"The love machine?" Dick sputtered. "Tell me you did not
"Would you rather I called you my hunka hunka burning love?"
"ARGH!" Knowing that Clark's ass was invulnerable, Dick had no
qualms dumping the younger man off his lap and onto the cold metal floor.
"Bad, Kansas, very very bad!" Dick groaned clambering to his feet.
"Just for that I oughta leave you here!"
"Running off to New York City without me? Where has the romance
gone?" Clark sighed, sprawling out on the floor, looking as comfortable
as if he was lying on a pillow-top bed.
"You killed it when you started quoting the King," Dick
retorted climbing to his feet. "And right after sex, no less! That's
just wrong, Kent. You hear me, wrong!"
"I see, you can dish it out, but you can't take it. I'm disappointed
in you, Dick, really I am." Shaking his head, Clark got to his feet and
headed for the elevator, stooping to grab his clothes on the way.
"Excuse me?! I may say a lot of things but I never quote
Elvis!" Dick retorted following his lover to the elevator. "And
what do you mean I can dish it but not take it? Clark? Clark?! Hey, wait
"So, are you ever telling me where we're staying or what we're
doing?" Clark stared out the taxi's window as the driver threaded his
way through downtown Manhattan. He'd gotten used to living in Metropolis,
but compared to this, it was small potatoes.
"Nope," Dick grinned. "I want to see your reaction. I'm so
tempted to blindfold you until we get into the room and you see the view but
knowing you, you'd peek. Nope, you're just going to just have to wait and
see," the older man continued. "Look, Central Park. We're almost
"But where is there?" Clark laughed, not caring if he looked
like the consummate tourist as he watched the joggers, roller bladers and
businessmen all jostling for space on the walkways.
"Here is there," Dick laughed as the taxi pulled up in front of
the Plaza. The doorman opened the taxi door for the two men. Porters hurried
out to unload the trunk of the taxi and Dick guided Clark inside.
"Reservation for Richard Grayson."
"Ah yes Mr. Grayson. Our presidential suite is ready for you. If you
would follow the porter?" "Presidential..." Holy hell.
Shaking his head, Clark followed Dick and the porter to the private
elevator, accepting his keycard and pocketing it on the ride to the top
floor. Once the employee had left, he turned in a circle, whistling softly.
"Gosh and gollee, Mr. Grayson, this shore is a fine lookin'
"Ham!" Dick laughed as he took the suitcases into the bedroom
and picked up the phone for the house dry-cleaning service. "Yes I have
two suits I'd like pressed for seven pm. Presidential Suite, Grayson-Kent.
Yes, thank you."
"There's a balcony, you get a killer view of Central Park and Fifth
Avenue. We're about a block away from Tiffany's, FAO Schwartz is right
across the street and we're a nice walk away from Times Square," Dick
grinned. "So what do you think?"
"If you think that bringing me to a posh hotel and wining and dining
me will get you in my pants..." Clark stalked toward Dick, tackling him
and rolling them both onto the couch nearby, "you're right! Though
really, all you have to do is look at me and you've got that."
"I wanted to spoil you on our first vacation together, that's
all," Dick admitted, blushing slightly. "After all the shit I've
put you through in the last little while, I thought it was the least I could
do. Besides, it's kinda like a mini-honeymoon, well I'd like to think it
"All what shit?" Clark looked at Dick quizzically. "I love
you, Grayson, that means taking the not so great with the great, not that
anything we've been through has been un-great." Well, there was the
whole Lady Vic thing, but he wasn't going to obsess over that. "And I
like that idea though I thought the place to go for honeymoons was
"Hawaii? Not! New Orleans maybe, if we're sticking to the US
otherwise... France, Greece, Spain, and Portugal... any of those I think.
And that's for when school's out," Dick grinned. "Hell, if we go
to the Netherlands we can actually get married first - it's legal
there," Dick mused out loud. "Clark, have you ever had the desire
to go to Holland?"
"What's wrong with Hawaii?" Clark laughed. "Black sand
beaches, towering surf, lots of sun and fruity drinks, sounds great to
He tilted his head to the side at Dick's question. "I've never
thought about it, but with you, it sounds perfect."
Dick ducked his head, a blush staining his cheeks. "Well I was
thinking that we could maybe, after school is over for the term, we could
possibly take some time off of crime fighting and... get married?"
"Mr. Grayson, is that a proposal?" Seeing Dick's blush deepen,
Clark beamed and pulled the older man into his arms. "It had better be,
because I'm saying yes to it. I want everything with you, yesterday, today
and tomorrow. Forever, in fact."
"God, I wish I could give you forever," Dick sighed, straddling
Clark's lap and kissing him hungrily. "And you'd better say yes because
I'm never giving you up. I love you, I adore you, I never want to live
without you and I never thought you'd say yes... babe, you've made me the
happiest man in the world. I can't wait to tell everyone at the Tower that
I'm getting married. And this time we're gonna elope so that no crazy
possessed ex-team mate can flash fry the minister, okay?"
"Whatever you... You never thought I'd say yes? What the hell are
you talking about?"
"Well it's only been a few months and your dad's not that crazy
about me and I'm like ... you know and..." Dick stuttered, knowing he
was putting his foot in it but not able to stop himself. He was just so
overwhelmed by what he felt for the younger man and the fact that Clark said
yes and... "God I love you!"
"I love you too," Clark said, studying Dick carefully.
"And my dad will always be that way, but it doesn't matter. What does
matter is what you mean when you say you're like... Like what?"
Dick sighed. "He thinks I'm like Luthor. Rich, spoiled, corrupting
"You aren't anything like that, Dick. You know it and I know it and
Dad will figure it out soon, I promise." He pulled the older man to him
for a hug. "Besides, who's to say I'm not corrupting you?"
"God I hope you are!" Dick laughed. "I always wanted to be
a spring bride," the older man continued, fluttering his eyelashes
outrageously. "And I'll have daffodils for my bouquet."
Clark looked pole-axed. "Ummm, on second thought..."
Laughing so hard he fell off his lover's lap onto the couch and then
rolled onto the floor so that he lay spread eagled on the rug, Dick
continued to laugh until tears ran down his cheeks and he couldn't breathe
anymore. "God... your face, you looked, guppy with bulging eyes and
flapping lips... oh my god!"
Clark sighed melodramatically. "Look what happens. You agree to
marry them, and they turn into laughing hyenas." He sighed and shook
his head. "Where's the justice in the world?"
Finding the hem of Clark's jeans, Dick tugged at them until the younger
man slid off the couch and onto the floor next to him. Pushing him down,
Dick rolled on top of his lover, his face more open and honest then it had
been since he first understood what a fine line he walked between the law
and the criminals he sought to put away. Love shone in his electric blue
eyes along with devotion and the promise of forever. "I love you, Clark
Jerome Kent. Thank you for saying yes."
"Thank you for asking me - for wanting to ask me," Clark
answered, smiling into Dick's eyes and closing his eyes, relishing the
closeness. "This is - with you it's everything I've ever wanted. A
lover, a partner, a friend. Someone who knows everything about me and
doesn't hide from it, but pushes me to find out exactly who I'm supposed to
"Someone who pisses you off on a regular basis and gets himself
nearly killed at least once a month or beaten beyond belief? Someone who'd
rather die than hurt you emotionally because he knows your emotions are as
fragile as his human body? Someone with hair?" Dick tacked on at the
end, trying to cause a bit of a chuckle.
Clark's fetish with his hair had become a sort of running joke. The one
time he'd suggested cutting it back to the length he'd had it in the BPD
Clark had pulled out all the stops - puppy dog eyes, quivering lower lip,
crocodile tears - everything he could to get Dick to change his mind. And
Dick, being a total Clark-wuss hadn't been able to do it so his hair was now
shoulder length and wavy enough to make some of the women he knew jealous.
The knock on the door had him groaning in disbelief though. "Suits -
need to get the suits pressed for tonight. Damn and I was just getting
Pushing himself up off of Clark, the older man untucked his oxford shirt
to hide his erection and answered the door. "Give me two minutes. I got
distracted by the vie..." the suits were passed over his shoulder by a
grinning Clark. Superspeed struck again. "Thanks babe," he grinned
at the younger man, pressing a kiss to the cleft in Clark's chin.
"We need the suits by fice at the latest and just bill it to the
room. Thanks," Dick continued to the laundry service person.
"So, that done, wanna to go FAO and buy out the store before we get
What Clark really wanted was to drag Dick back into the bedroom and try
out the huge bed he'd glimpsed, but they'd have plenty of time for that
later. "Sounds good. And if you're a good boy and don't whine while
we're there, I'll buy you a present too," he promised.
"Brat!" Dick snarled, pinching Clark's ass in retaliation.
"Ruin my fun, why don't ya? And here I was hoping to dance on the floor
piano or have a water gun fight in the store or something," the older
man continued, laughing as he pushed his lover out the door and down the
hall. "Let's go!"
Snickering into his palm, Clark watched the expression on the sales
clerk's face change from boredom to shock when Dick dumped his armload of
toys onto the counter. "There's more where that came from," he
laughed, nodding at the stuffed animals that filled his arms, then grinning
at Dick. "Is the kid going to be able to move after you fill his room
"Hey, it's not my problem!" Dick laughed as he motioned to two
more staff members with arms full of toys and games. "Besides, I'm his
godfather, I'm supposed to spoil Cer! And then run away and hide so that his
parents can't hurt me," the grin just got wider and wider with each
"I'd like all of this delivered to the Titan Tower, Liberty Island,
and addressed to Master Cerdian with love from his godfather. That ought to
do it, don't you think?"
Clark shook his head, trying to look sober, but feeling his grin
appearing. "And when Garth shoots lightning bolts or whatever he throws
at you do I get to deflect them?"
"That's why they're being delivered today and we're not going to be
there for two more days," Dick smirked, gleefully paying for it all.
"Except these." Separating a rather gaudy stuffed guppy fish, and
a sleek stuffed dolphin from the pile. "These I want deliver myself.
Clark meet Garth and Dolphin," Dick laughed as he threw first the guppy
then the dolphin at his lover. "Every child should have a stuffed
representation of their parents, don't you think?
"So, this will be delivered today, correct?"
"Within the hour sir, everyone knows where Liberty Island is and
would love a chance to visit it. The delivery staff will be scrabbling to be
the one to go."
Dick laughed and thanked the sales clerk, tugging Clark to the door. One
last stop before going back to the hotel to get ready for tonight. He'd just
asked Clark to marry him after all, and for that there needed to be something
to prove that Clark was his fiance, a ring, a bracelet, something. Something
from Tiffany & Co.
Crossing the street, Dick tugged his lover into the well-fortified store
and over to an attendant. "I'd like to see your selection of men's
rings, please. It's an engagement present."
"Dick - I - you don't need..." Seeing the determined expression
in the older man's eyes as well as the hint of hurt, Clark shut up.
"Nothing gaudy, got it?"
"Got it," Dick replied, beaming as the attendant came back with
a tray of rings. "And no asking how much it costs, got it? I think I
can afford it," the older man continued. "Between the trust fund,
the stocks, the bonds, the circus, the inheritance and the investments I
think it's safe to say I'm covered. For once I get to spoil you without you
Looking from Dick to the rings and back again, Clark nodded, knowing
there was no way he was putting up a fight on this. "Yes sir, Mr.
Grayson, sir!" he murmured, sliding his arm around Dick's waist and
pulling him closer so that they could both study the rings at once. He
wished he could afford one for his lover as well, but his budget was just
too limited... he'd come up with something, though.
Picking up a band that swirled with bands of various colors, Clark raised
his eyebrows. "I didn't realize there were so many colors of
"As many colors as you can imagine, I would think," Dick
replied as he took the ring from Clark's hand and placed it on his right
ring finger. He and Clark would know what it meant but there was no sense
putting Clark through undue hardships. New York, San Francisco and a handful
of other cities aside, Homophobia was still pretty rampant in the USA.
"Perfect fit, do you like it?"
"It's nice, but... I don't know... a little gaudy for me? Simple man
who wears flannel here, remember?" he asked, setting the ring back on
the tray and looking at the others. "Maybe something similar in design,
but with less colors?"
Finding a simple white, yellow and rose gold pattern done in a wave, Dick
smiled. Simple, elegant, not gaudy and it would go good with flannel.
"Now this I like. Want to do the honors?" Clark could feel
himself blushing, but he kept all his attention on Dick, feeling that this
was one of the defining moments in their relationship.
Bringing his lover's hand up to his lips, Dick kissed Clark's right ring
finger first and then slipped the ring on to it and then kissed the ring.
"Perfect, just like you. I love you, Clark," Dick smiled up at the
younger man. "I still can't believe you said yes, but I'm going to make
sure to keep you forever now that you have!"
Sliding his free hand up behind Dick's neck to pull him in closer, Clark
gently kissed his lips. "Then I'm just going to have to keep telling
you yes until you believe it and the fact that I'm going to be around
forever, at least."
"Smart man," Dick grinned then looked at his watch. "He'll
be wearing the ring out of the store so I'd like to pay for it now, if you
don't mind." As the attendant went off to get the floor manager to
approve the sale, the older man continued.
"Just enough time to head back to the hotel for some mind blowing
sex before the suits arrive and we have to get ready for the play. You know,
I've been on a lot of trips with Bruce and by myself and with others but
this... this is the best trip by far. The next one will be better, though.
It may not mean anything here in the States but the next one... we're
"And since you're gonna want your parents there maybe they can come
on the whole trip with us and have a second honeymoon while we have our
first? Separate hotels and everything but... I'd like to do that for them if
they'll let me. Your mom can buy as many tulip bulbs as she likes and bring
them back with her, we'll use the Wayne jet. Your mom's tulips can boast a
lineage straight from the Royal Dutch Botanical gardens or some such thing,
"Dick..." Clark stared helplessly at his lover both thrilled
and terrified by the plans. "How about we see how everyone takes the
news first, okay?" He didn't want to dampen the older man's enthusiasm,
but just didn't know what his father's reaction was going to be.
"But no matter what, you and I are taking a trip this summer, got
it?" He leaned in close and whispered into Dick's ear. "Even if I
have to fly you there myself."
"Babe, I know your dad and I will never be friends. We're always
going to have our differences. Which is why I'm going to talk to your mother
about the trip first," the older man grinned. "If there was one
thing I learned during my stay in Smallville, it was that Martha Kent ruled
the roost. Although Air Kent does sound like fun too." Turning his
attention back to the clerk who had returned, Dick finished his transaction
in record time.
"So, wanna see how fast we can get to the hotel and naked on the
Pushing thoughts of his father from his mind for now, Clark smiled.
"Sounds like an excellent idea to me, especially since we're that much
closer to you making an honest man of me."
"More like you're making an honest man of me," Dick grinned as
they left the store hand in hand. God, he loved New York for this, if
nothing else. No second glances, no backward glares, no whispers except for
the odd whisper of envy wondering why someone couldn't find something like that
in their life. Grinning as he heard someone say that Clark was the finest
thing since they invented the all day sucker, Dick pulled his lover across
the street and towards the hotel, taking long enough to shout over his
shoulder that the all day sucker was claimed for life.
"Dick!" Clark laughed, amazed by the nonchalance people were
treating them with here. It was weird, but great, and he was laughing by the
time they hit the lobby and got into the elevator, using his key to access
their floor. "So I'm an all day sucker, am I?" he asked, shifting
his hold of the bag with the two stuffed animals in it to one hand so that
he could cup Dick's groin with the other. "Then what's this?"
"A gob stopper?" Dick smirked, waiting for the reaction.
"More like a Lik-a-Stick," Clark snorted, wishing there wasn't
a chance of the elevator stopping or he'd prove it.
"And here I thought I was more of a jaw breaker myself," Dick
deadpanned as the elevator door pinged open to allow them into the short
hall to the door of the room. "However, if you've got the candy coating
by all means feel free to use me as your personal 'dipper'."
"Ass," Clark laughed, waiting until they'd gotten inside to
smack Dick on the butt. "Though I bet that somewhere in this city we
can find some candy flavored lube so you can do all the 'dipping' you
Dick shuddered. "No thank you! Gross! Just for that, no nookie for
you until we get home tonight," the older man challenged, as he took
the packages from Clark and dumped them in the closet next to their
suitcases. "God, flavored lubes are nasty, I can't believe you'd
actually suggest I use one, ugh!"
"What?" Clark practically shrieked out the word. "No...
And just when have you used flavored lube? And with who?"
Grinning, Dick shut the door and looked coyly over his shoulder.
"Did you say something Clark?" and took off at full run for the
Catching Dick was no challenge at all, and Clark blurred into motion,
stopping with his arms spread, blocking the bedroom door. "Spill,
"You'll never get anything out of me, copper. You can torture me all
you want but I'll never reveal my lube supplier!" Dick snerked as he
ran light fingers down Clark's sides and danced around the squirming younger
man, heading for the bathroom next.
"You're going to do time, Grayson, you know it! You can't escape me
forever!" Dropping onto the bed and holding his sides as he laughed,
Clark hung his head over the side, watching Dick upside down.
"You'll never catch me, copper, never!" the older man chuckled,
slamming the washroom door shut and stripping out of his clothes fast before
opening the door again and taking a flying tumble to the bed. "Okay I
give up, beat me with your 'nightstick' please!"
"Beat you with my... Is that something from one of those weird
pornos that Tim borrowed from you?"
"Borrowed from... that rat! How did he find my tape
collection!" Dick growled "I'm gonna kill him. Little perv,
raiding the good stuff just to learn about how to do it with a guy,"
the older man huffed indignantly.
"Don't shoot me, babe, but I gave them to him. It was that or sit
through another session of 'do you really do that' questions."
Sighing, Dick shook his head. "You could have given him the cheap
stuff, but my Officer Striker tapes? It's a good thing I love you or I'd
have to hurt you! And hello? Naked fiance here? Aren't you going to play
"You said no nookie before dinner, I was just trying to follow your
instructions like a loving husband-to-be should do..."
Dick snorted. "Bullshit, but fine, I guess I'll just have to take
care of this myself..." grinning evilly, Dick spread his legs wider and
began to stroke his erection with firm motions of his wrist, eyes focused on
Clark who was focused on Dick masturbating himself in front of his lover.
Teasing himself, Dick scraped his nails along the underside of his erection,
making the shaft dance and bob, then he stroked his balls before fisting his
cock again. "Earth to Clark, hey, spaceboy, see something you
Intently focused on the engorged flesh rising and falling within Dick's
palm, Clark couldn't speak. Twisting over onto his belly, he crawled
forward, sniffing the air, the scent of his lover's arousal making his own
cock throb against his belly.
Reaching Dick's side, Clark nuzzled the hollow of his hip, breathing
deeply and shuddering and the scent before moving over more, lapping at the
head of Dick's cock when it appeared over his hand again, groaning as the
musky flavor exploded over his tongue.
"Clark," Dick sighed, hands scrabbling to coax the younger
man's hips around so that he too could return the favor and taste his lover
again. "Please, need ... need that all day sucker of yours!"
Dick's eyes sparkled and danced as he said the last.
Groaning out a laugh, Clark squirmed out of his pants, ignoring his shirt
for now because he really didn't want to lose the taste of Dick's cock.
"Keep it up and I might rethink this whole thing," he murmured,
raking his teeth up the underside of the older man's cock and gasping when
he felt Dick's mouth close around his.
"Don't, don't you dare!" Dick growled before latching onto his
lover's cock and inhaling as much of it as he could in one gulp. The rest he
worked down his throat slowly, relaxing his throat muscles as he felt Clark
slide deeper and deeper. Head bobbing up and down, Dick began to hum around
Clark's flesh, enjoying the way it made his lover squirm and, if he didn't
have his mouth stuffed at the moment, make those interesting noises in the
back of his throat.
Clark shuddered and pulled back long enough to wet his own finger, then
pressed it between Dick's cheeks, pushing inside as he took the other man's
cock into his mouth again, suckling hungrily on it. His own erection felt
like it was going to explode at any second, and he concentrated on his
lover, trying to draw out the moment a bit longer.
The feel of Clark's finger brushing over his prostate was more than the
older man could bear and with a cut-off cry thanks to the erection filling
his mouth, Dick came hard, sending spurt after spurt down Clark's throat.
Gobbling and swallowing at the cock in his mouth, Dick's own orgasm made him
voracious to taste his lover and he doubled his efforts to drive Clark to
his own orgasm.
Letting Dick's now softening shaft fall from his lips, Clark moaned,
pillowing his head against his lover's thigh, his hips working frantically
as he fucked Dick's mouth. Orgasm rolled over him like an avalanche, and he
froze, collapsing against Dick once he was spent, whimpering slightly
because his lover kept suckling at his cock.
Only when Clark's hand nudged at his head did Dick finally release
Clark's erection. Laying his head on the younger man's thigh, he looked down
their bodies to his ... fiancÚ... and grinned. "You taste better than
any candy flavored lube out there. No way I'd spoil that taste," he
purred. "God, I could use a nap now, you wore me out, Kent."
Shifting to crawl around so that he was lying beside Dick, Clark sighed,
burrowing his head into the crook of the older man's neck. "Do we have
time before we have to go out to dinner?"
Glancing at the clock, Dick did some fast calculations. "We have an
hour before the suits arrive. Should be enough time for a power nap."
Wrapping his arms around Clark, he pulled the younger man in close and
reached for the blanket at the foot of the bed with a toe, pulling it up far
enough to snag it with a free hand to cover them to the waist. The last
thing he did before falling asleep was set the alarm on his watch.
Dick's hand slipped into Clark's as they left The Firebird after an
authentic Russian meal, and he pointed them in the direction of Times Square
and Broadway. One of the great things about Manhattan was that everything
was within walking distance. "So... other than the caviar what did you
think?" he chuckled.
He'd managed to coax a mouthful of the sevruga caviar he enjoyed whenever
he ate at the Firebird into his lover only to watch Clark's face scrunch up
and him reach for the shot of vodka Dick had placed next to his plate,
downing it quickly and then sputtering when the icy heat kicked in. It had
taken all of the years of training to keep himself from bursting out in
laughter. Clark had been so damned adorable, though.
"If I fall asleep during the play, kick me, okay?" Clark
groaned. He was used to eating a lot, but this food had been rich and heavy,
and, yes, good, but now he was feeling loggy. Top it off with the slight
buzz he had from the vodka he'd consumed during the meal and, well, he was
more ready for a nap then watching a play.
"No falling asleep allowed," Dick laughed, their hands swinging
slightly between them as they walked. "Look down there, that's the
Rockefeller Center skating rink. It always looks bigger on TV, doesn't it?
And there's the Rockefeller Center. It's gorgeous in the winter right before
Christmas when there's been a fresh snowfall and the tree is up and lit and
people are skating," Dick grinned. "They film Saturday Night Live
in there, we could try and get tickets if you want?"
Continuing to play tour guide, Dick pointed out various other buildings,
Grand Central Station, The Radio City Music Hall, The Empire State
Building... which made him remember that he wanted to go to ground zero and
pay his respects. Tomorrow they could get some flowers and take a cab there
but tonight... tonight he wanted magic.
Dusk was just falling when they got to the most famous corner of
Manhattan and looked down at the twinkling lights of Times Square with all
its bustle and activity. "So?"
"This has been one of the best nights of my life," Clark
sighed, leaning in to rest his forehead against Dick's. "The best is
the one I met you, but this is close." He smiled, and ran his thumb
over the ring that now adorned his finger. "I love you so much, Dick. I
only hope you know how much."
"Yeah," Dick grinned, letting go of Clark's hand to wrap his
arms around the younger man's waist for a fierce hug. "Believe it or
not I do know, because that's how much I love you. I can't imagine my life
without you in it now and I sometimes have to force myself to remember the
person I was before you.
"Looking back at him, I'm very glad I met you. I don't think
I like that other Dick very much. He was following in his mentor's footsteps
just a little too closely. You saved me from that - from myself. My
hero," the older man fluttered his eyelashes outrageously to lighten
the mood but the words remained true. Clark had saved him from becoming a
mirror image of Bruce.
"C'mon. We're gonna be late for the play if we keep doing this
schmoopy stuff," Dick laughed, releasing his lover and, taking Clark's
hand again, tugging him forward into he chaos that was Times Square.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, dressed except for his jacket and shoes,
Clark watched Dick pace the length of the suite's bedroom. "You know,
Fruitcake, shouldn't I be the one who's nervous about this? I mean, you
worked with these people for a long time, they're some of your best friends
and..." he grimaced. "I think I just got myself nervous."
"Hunh? Oh I'm not nervous... not really. Okay I'm nervous. There's
been... well Garth, Wally and Donna are the only ones I've really kept in
constant touch with. The others, Panthra, Roy, Gar, Team West, Team LA...
god there are so many. The ones that left, the ones that died, the ones that
changed... it's going to be everyone who wanted to come for the
reunion, Clark. Everyone was invited from around the globe and beyond. If
they had the time and the desire they could come. I guess... it's gonna be
weird, you know?" Dick sighed, sitting down next to Clark on the bed
and automatically reaching for his lover's hand.
"Do you mind if we... I know I said we'd stay at the Tower but I
don't know if I want to anymore. I kinda like the idea of being able to run
away and come back here and just be Clark and Dick for those few hours of in
between times," Dick admitted quietly. "I guess I'm more nervous
than I thought I'd be."
"I'll protect you," Clark promised, leaning in to kiss Dick's
cheek. "Save you from all the big, bad superheroes." Sliding his
arm around Dick's waist, he drew the older man closer. "And no I don't
mind not staying there. I mean, we live with it all the time at our place,
not having to think about out other duties for a few days is sort of
"Thanks, babe," Dick replied with a heartfelt sigh. "Well
I guess we ought to get going. Garth, Dolphin and Cerdian are going to swim
over and meet us at the harbor and Donna's bringing the boat across."
Getting up off the bed and grabbing the presents for his godson, Dick held
out a hand to his lover. "Shall we?"
Eyeing the waters of the Hudson River, Clark couldn't help but give a
shudder. "Is it really safe for anyone to swim in that?" he asked,
his lip curling in disgust. Someone really should do something about all the
garbage people dumped everywhere. "And is that Donna in the boat
heading this way? It looks like someone's with her..."
"Could be why Garth and Dolphin aren't here - or there could have
been an emergency. I don't remember the river being this disgusting the last
time I was..." Dick's words came to a halt as the boat drew up to the
dock and he finally got a look at who was in the boat with Donna.
"Holy shit, Wally, what the hell have you done to your hair? "
the older man gaped as he stared at the red lightning bolt motif dyed into
Wally's blond hair with something akin to horrified fascination. Shaking it
off, Dick turned to the boat's driver. "Hi wondrous one, how've things
been?" he continued with a grin, jumping into the boat to hug his two
best friends in the world.
"Wally, Donna I'd like you to meet the guy that's made an honest man
out of me," Dick continued with a grin as he looked up at Clark.
"My fiance, Clark Kent."
"Wha... fiance, whoa when did this happen, short pants?" Wally
sputtered, his hand extending to Clark even as the words registered.
"And when did they pass legislation?"
"Just because the government doesn't recognize it, doesn't mean we
don't," Clark commented, grasping and shaking the other man's hand
before turning to the Amazon princess. "It's great to finally get to
meet you, Donna, Dick's told me a lot about you."
She smiled, and tightened her fingers around his. "All good I hope,
since that's all we've heard about you, Clark. It seems you've really
straightened out our friend Richard here."
"Nahh, I told him what a spoiled little princess you are," Dick
teased only to get himself cuffed. "Owww, hey watch it!"
Knowing that Clark had heretofore been a land lover his entire life on
Earth, Dick held out a hand to help his lover into the boat as he continued
to talk to his friends. "Holland, end of school year. You're both
invited but formal invitations will come out once we've talked to the
Batclan and Clark's family. Oh and Donna? Clark kinda needs some flying
lessons if you've got some free time... he had this alien growing spurt
thing and instead of going kersplat he did a Dumbo," Dick smiled as
Clark joined him in the boat, bussing his lover's chin playfully.
Clark caught the tail end of the startled glance Donna and Wally shared,
and he sighed. "Well, it was better doing that then falling a couple of
hundred feet to the ground. Dick would have kicked my ass from one side of
Metropolis to the other if that had happened."
Donna chuckled. "I think I can squeeze in some flight lessons, plus
some of the others can work with you if you want to spar with someone more
on your strength level - no insult intended, Dick."
Dick grimaced but had to accept the truth somewhat gracefully. "None
taken, I know I'm just your poor, average, weak human male and most of you
meta-types would wipe the floor with me. Luckily for me ole' Wally here may
be fast but he's still a squishy human type so I can spar with him. Oh and
Roy too if he's here."
"Squishy human? Hey, I resemble that remark!!" Wally laughed.
"But I'm still holding you to that race, Mr. Kent. It's not every day I
get the chance to go full out against someone."
Still snickering at Dick's description of the three 'regular' humans,
Clark nodded. "Oh yeah, I'm in. Are we betting anything on this?"
He caught Dick by the hand and pulled him against his side. "And you
are not squishy, Fruitcake, not where it matters."
Biting her lip to keep from snickering, Donna turned back toward the
boat. "Where's your luggage, boys?"
"Back at the hotel," Dick replied, blushing as he caught the
look in the Amazon's eyes. He knew it only too well and when she looked at
him and mouthed 'fruitcake' he knew he was in for some major ribbing.
"We're here for a vacation and let's face it, if something comes up you
know damn well Clark and I are gonna volunteer to help. This way we can have
fun, come and visit and not feel guilty about going back to the hotel
at the end of the day."
"Wimps!" Wally laughed, only to have it trail off into a gurgle
when Clark lifted him by the back of the neck and held him out over the
"You were saying?" he asked blithely.
Dick guffawed at the look on his friend's face as Wally took in not only
Clark's strength and the ease at which he was being held, but his precarious
position and the water below him. "Oh god. Nothing, I was saying
nothing. Donna, help! Dick? Somebody, anybody?"
"Now who's the wimp, West?" Donna sniggered as she reversed the
engine and began to slowly move them out to the center of the harbor.
"I like your style, Clark Kent," the Amazon continued with a grin.
"And I like your taste, Dick. It keeps getting better. Nice to see that
you're smart enough to realize this one's a keeper."
"Had that on figured out the day I met him, princess," Dick
smiled softly as he watched Clark haul Wally back into the boat.
"Always knew you were the smartest one of us, short pants. Wally may
have the speed but you've got the brains."
"Hey, I've got the looks too!" Wally protested, dusting himself
off and glaring at his three companions. "Now it's personal, Kent.
You're going to eat my dust."
"I'm terrified," Clark laughed. "Hold me, Dick!"
Pretending to cower away from the now snickering Flash, Clark hid his face
against Dick's shoulder.
"And he calls me fruitcake? Oy, anyone tell you that you're a
diva, Kent?" Dick laughed. "And to answer your earlier question,
damn straight money is gonna be laid. I can't wait to watch you smoke my old
pal over there!"
"Oh yeah? Big talk, rich boy, put your money with your mouth
is," Wally snorted.
"Fine. A 'C' note that Clark kicks your lily white ass."
"You are on, my brother!"
"Boys! Hundred dollar limit... other people may want to bet,"
"Awwwh, D, I was gonna take him for a grand," Wally whined.
"Wallace West..." Donna growled while Dick sat next to Clark
and sniggered. "I know where you sleep, remember that!"
The gulp was audible. "Yes m'am," Wally replied meekly,
shooting Dick a dirty look. "You're still going down, Grayson."
"Only on me," Clark murmured, blushing bright red when he
realized he'd said it aloud and that now they all were staring at him.
Dick stared at the younger man, eyes nearly bugging out and then grinned
sappily. "I adore you, Clark Kent, really I do."
"Ewwww, way too much information, man! I so did not need that
visual," Wally shuddered only to be backhanded by Donna.
"I think it's sweet. They're in love. It's the way it should
"Yeah." Recovering somewhat from his embarrassment, Clark tried
to push his hair back out of his face. "You guys let him go, I'm
"You've got yourself a smart one there, Dick," Donna smiled.
"What's all this talk about brains? I thought chicks went for
looks!" Wally moaned, dodging another cuff from Donna.
The rest of the boat ride passed with the same idle banter, an instant
camaraderie developing between Clark and two of the three people in the
Titans whom he considered best friend. He couldn't wait to see Garth's
reaction to Clark and vice versa.
"So where were Garth, Dolphin and Cer? I thought they were going to
meet us in Manhattan?" Dick asked in one of the lulls of the
conversation as they approached Liberty Island. "Was it the
"No," Donna replied, looking towards the island she called
home. "We had an unexpected last minute arrival for the reunion and
Garth wanted to be the one to greet them," the Amazon continued
vaguely. "Looks like the beach volleyball game has started. Do you
"Only the plain type, in gym." He focused on the people leaping
for the small white ball, and grinned. "Wasn't quite as... energetic as
"Lets just hope no one ends up in the infirmary," Wally
"Welcome to Titan volleyball," Dick laughed as he waved to the
group gathered. "Where you try to pummel your opponent to death before
the ball gives way under the abuse and explodes in your face."
"It's not that bad, Donna protested as she maneuvered the
boat into its slip. "Close though."
Dick snorted and casually brought Clark's hand up to his lips for an easy
kiss before answering. "There's a reason why only 'meta' types play,
princess. We squishy folk walk away with too many bruises when we
Clark frowned. "And you get enough of those on your own. I think
I'll pass this time, Donna. I'd rather get the tour from my man here right
Wally smirked. "Hrmmm, maybe I'll pop some popcorn and head to the
camera consoles. Might get a good show."
"What are you talking about, West?" Dick asked, confused.
Donna shot the other Titan one of her dirtiest looks, on that promised
swift and immediate retribution. "He's being an ass, what else is
new?" The Amazon replied blithely vowing to keep Wally as far away from
the surveillance room as possible. This was going to be painful enough
"Garth's up at the house, Dick. Why don't you and Clark head up and
say hi. Oh and be prepared to duck. Cerdian loved all the presents
you bought him. Dolphin laughed and Garth... growled."
"Told you that you'd be in trouble," Clark snickered. "And
I think we need to introduce Wally and Tim, they both have an unhealthy
interest in our sex life!"
Wally grinned, though he stayed well out of Donna's reach. "Just
glad that Dickie's getting some is all."
"They already know each other, why do you think they're both so
depraved?" Dick groaned.
The walk up to the Titan Tower was an easy one and Dick took the time to
point out little points of interest or spots that had some memory attached
to them, willing to share it all with Clark. His retina scan was still on
file so they had no problem getting in and Dick led them straight to the
living area, wanting Clark to meet his godson.
"Hey, guppy, I'm baaa..." Dick's greeting stuttered to a halt
as he realized that Garth was not alone in the living room. "Oh my god,
Kori?" Clark blinked, staring at the tall, golden-skinned, green-eyed
woman who was smiling warmly at Dick and holding her hands out to him. Kori?
As in the-woman-Dick-almost-married Kori? Without noticing he did so, he
tightened his hold on Dick's hand and stepped closer, chin going up as he
publicly staked his claim on the man she'd so foolishly let get away.
"Richard, I have missed you, my love," Kori gushed as she
started towards the man she'd loved and then left only to be brought up
short by the scowling man who towered over Dick possessively, like a storm
waiting to become a hurricane.
From his seat on the couch, Garth cleared his throat almost silently
and signaled to Dick with a nod of his head that he'd be in the other room
should they need them. Dick barely acknowledged Garth, his attention riveted
on the woman he'd nearly married. What the hell was she doing back?
"Kori, I..." Dick felt the solid presence of Clark behind him,
hovering protectively, possessively, and his mind and heart kick started
again. "Kori, this is quite the surprise, but I'm glad you made it. You
can be the third person I've told. I'm getting married," the older man
informed the woman who had once meant what he had thought was everything to
him until he'd met Clark.
"I'd like you to meet my fiancÚ, Clark Kent."
"But... but he's a man!"
"Yes, he is," Dick shot a smile over his shoulder to the man in
question. "I swing both ways, Kori, you've always know that, and
Clark... is everything," the older man continued simply.
Taking a deep breath, Clark held out his free hand, purposefully not
letting go of Dick as he did so. "Pleased to meet you. I - Dick's told
me a lot about you."
"I... excuse me, please," Kori begged, her voice cracking with
emotion as she turned and ran out of the room.
"Well that was one hell of a surprise," Dick sighed, sagging
against Clark's weight. "Somehow I don't think she took that very well
at all. Damn. I really didn't want to hurt her but I couldn't let her think
she had a chance either when she doesn't. Why the hell didn't anyone warn me
she was coming back?"
"Or warn her that you were bringing someone," Clark sighed,
wondering just what kind of reunion Kori had planned with Dick.
"She didn't want us to," Donna said quietly as she slipped
through the door to face the two men, Garth by her side. "She made us
swear to keep it a secret and she didn't want to hear anything about
Dick sighed. "Did she honestly expect me to still be pining over
her?" he asked his two friends. "How many times did she leave me,
break up with me and walk out on me? Did she expect me to wait for her
Resting his head on Clark's shoulder, Dick sought and found his lover's
hand, needing the comfort of close contact. "It wouldn't have worked
anyway," the older man continued. "Kori wasn't who I was meant to
be with. I know that now. Nothing in my life has ever felt as right as
loving Clark does. I doubt anything will ever again.
"Donna, would you go talk to her? I don't think I'm her favorite
person right now but if she's built up that much... illusion... she's going
to need a friend."
"Still looking out for everyone no matter what they do to you or
expect of you," Donna replied with a smile. "That's my short
pants." Slipping out the door, the Amazonian headed off in search of
"So, the way I figure it, I've been traumatized enough today so you
and Dol can't beat me up for spoiling my godson," Dick smiled tiredly
at his oldest friend. This was definitely not how he had expected today to
go. "Where are they, by the way?"
"Waiting upstairs in our family rooms for you. I had a feeling you
and your mate would need a place to retreat too for a while after meeting up
with Kori. Come, Cer is dying to thank his godfather and his godfather's
mate for his presents," Garth replied with a gentle smile. "And
consider this an abstention - you're still going to get it, redbreast!"
"You'll have to go through me to get him," Clark smiled, trying
to put Kori out of his head for the moment so that he could help cheer Dick
up as well. "Or let him baby sit for a night so that you and Dolphin
can have some quiet time."
Garth sized Clark up and surrendered gracefully. "Although I am
stronger than most land dwellers and a mage as well, I think I shall bow to
your fierce protection of your mate, Clark Kent. And may I say I am honored
to meet the one who has tamed my blood brother's restless heart. Welcome to
Dick smiled, wrapping his arm around Clark's waist. The acceptance, the
love, was overwhelming. "Thanks, Guppy."
"You have no idea how much I appreciate that, Garth," Clark
answered, clasping the Atlantean's hand before wrapping his arm around Dick
once again. "And I should be thanking you for taking such good care of
him when he needed it as well as making it a bit less stressful for me when
he goes out on his own."
"Well at least he no longer actively seeks his own death,"
Garth replied, smiling, timing the release of that bombshell perfectly.
"Excuse me?" Clark asked, looking at Garth, then back over his
shoulder at Dick. "Care to explain?"
"Well consider, Clark. He lived in Bludhaven working for a corrupt
police department and patrolled as Nightwing without any immediate back up
other than those days Robin or I or another friend decided to visit him. He
invariably waited until it was almost too late to ask for assistance and
when he did..." Garth trailed off.
"Tempest. Shut up. Now!" Dick growled, embarrassed at how
correct the other man was. He had been like that but that was no longer the
way it was. It hadn't been that way since Clark and it was past now.
"Oh." Clark looked at Dick again, then smiled. "That's
over now, he's got permanent backup who can get to him faster then
"Not faster then me," Wally muttered from the doorway where
he'd been lounging.
"I'm not planning on losing that bet, Wally. You've never seen Clark
run and I've seen you both run," Dick grinned back at the other man.
"You're just a sore loser is all."
A wide grin broke out on Dick' face and he was on his knees in next to no
time, his arms stretched wide. "Cerdian! Seas and skies but you've
gotten big since the last time I saw you!" Picking up the toddler, Dick
spun him around in a huge circle before tucking Cer into his arms.
"Cer, I want you to meet someone very important to me. This is Clark
and he's the man I'm going to marry and live with the way your mommy and
daddy live together."
"Are you going to have babies like mommy and daddy had me?" Cer
asked Clark, taking in the big man who was his poppa's mate. "And does
that make you my momma?"
"Ummm..." Clark looked around at Dick's former teammates, his
eyes wide. "Help?" When the only answer he got was laughter, he
grinned gamely and shook his head. "Maybe one day your poppa and I will
have kids, but not the way your folks had you." He saw the toddler's
confusion at this, and tried again. "Only girls can be mommas, so maybe
I can be another poppa to you?"
Cerdian considered it for long moments. "I suppose you can be... but
I'll have to call you Poppa Clark so I don't get you confused with Poppa,
Dick wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes and bussed the young
Atlantean's head. "Cerdian, my boy, you are so going to swim rings
around your parents when you get old enough."
"Isn't that the truth?" the elfin blonde woman known only as
Dolphin grinned from where she stood leaning against a door jamb watching
the men in her life. "It's time to say goodbye, Cerdian. Time for a
"Poppa and Poppa Clark will be here when you wake up, baby. I
promise. Now time to sleep."
After Dolphin and her son disappeared, Dick grinned. "Momma?"
"You have something to say, short pants?"
Wally snickered, then glowered at Garth when he got an elbow in the side
for his trouble.
"Nope, absolutely nothing," Dick grinned, flipping Wally the
finger as he tugged on his lover's ear playfully. "I was just thinking
how cute you'd look in a frilly apron is all. And shut the fuck up, Wally,
or we'll start talking about just what the hell you were thinking of when
you shaved lightning bolts into your head."
"They look cool," Wally growled. "And watch it or I'll
shave a big Tweety bird on you before you even notice it."
Clark cocked an eyebrow at the other man, and then grinned in challenge.
"Go ahead and try it, I dare you."
"Okay, enough, both of you. Clark, go race him or something. Burn
off some of his energy and yours while us adults talk," Dick grinned -
shooing them away.
"Adults?" Both Clark and Wally glared at Dick, turning their
gazes on Garth when he laughed as well.
"Once around the island?" Clark asked, grinning
"Hell," Wally answered, "Once around the city!"
"Awh, c'mon, make it a real challenge boys," Dick grinned.
"Make it Maine and back," he dared, egging them both on, and
hoping it would tire out Wally's mouth if nothing else. "Unless, of
course, neither of you think you can handle it."
Garth coughed to hide his snigger and Donna, who'd just rejoined them hid
her grin behind her hand. "I see I've missed the challenge being
issued, but at least I'll get to see the race. From the comfort of the
living room. We can tap into Telsat to monitor them," she offered
"Sounds like a plan to me," Dick agreed, waiting to see what
his lover had to say on the subject and then having to throw in one last
comment. "C'mon, Clark, win one for the fruitcake."
"I'll win to save you from getting Tweety carved in your hair,"
Clark laughed, following Wally outside. "Ready when you are," he
grinned, looking over at the other man.
"Oh no, Donna called. "You aren't starting it, Wally. I will.
On your marks, get set. Go!" The words were barely out of her mouth
when both of them were gone, vanishing from sight faster than the eye could
Garth and Donna turned to head inside but Dick remained where he was,
waiting. "Aren't you coming to watch?" Donna asked curiously as
she realized her old team leader hadn't moved an inch.
"Why bother?" Dick asked with a grin, "they'll be back
before we can get the satellite aligned, or Clark will at least."
"You're that sure he'll beat Wally?" Garth asked, leaning
against the side of the building, studying his friend.
"I have no doubts at all. He's... a miracle, Garth. The things he
can do, they take my breath away. And almost each month he learns or gains
some new ability that just keeps astounding me."
"You truly do love him, don't you, Dick?" Kori asked softly
from the half shadows where she'd hidden herself. Coming out into the
sunlight she examined her greatest love, looking for something, anything
that would give her the hope to fight for Dick's affections. There was
nothing but old memories and faded friendship. Oh Dick still cared about
her, that was obvious, but he cared about all he once loved, all he once
In the crime fighter's eyes she could see no spark of warmth that had
once burned for her alone, no passion or tenderness beyond that of
friendship. She had well and truly been relegated to his past and this
stranger he'd brought with him was his future.
"He's everything, Kori. If... if something were to happen to him I
wouldn't live a day past him. I can't. He's my existence. Corny, sappy and
disgusting as it sounds, I was given a new life the day I met Clark. He's my
Kori fell silent and wrapped her arms around her waist in an effort not
to reach for the man who had once been hers before she'd thrown him away so
carelessly and callously.
"I'd say I was sorry, Kor, but I can't. I'll never be sorry I fell
in love with Clark. But I am sorry you were hurt again. I never meant
for that to happen," Dick continued gently. "And I'll always be
"Oh my god, is that them?" Donna interrupted from where she
stood next to Garth a short distance away, trying to give the ex-lover's
some privacy, but even this was something that she could not fathom.
Half-drunk on speed and the feeling of freedom, Clark pushed himself to
the limit, going faster then he ever had before. The race was neck and neck,
with neither himself nor Wally gaining any kind of advantage.
If anything, the return trip was faster then the one up, and the pair of
them raced over mountains and rivers, throwing up a wake as they crossed a
lake, heading for their final destination.
"Told you," Dick smirked hearing the sonic roar that reminded
him of jet planes going into mach speed approaching them. "Hope Wally's
got the money to pay off his bet!" the crimefighter laughed as he began
counting down the seconds until the two speedsters appeared.
Rather then running through Manhattan, they curved around the coast,
coming in at the island from the east. A boat appeared right ahead of them,
and Clark leapt over it, willing himself back to the ground when the arc
could have easily changed to flight. The island was fast approaching, and he
looked over at Wally, grinning, and dug deep into his reserves for a final
burst of speed, one that left even the so-called fastest man on Earth in his
Dick was across the yard and hugging his lover fiercely, guiding Clark to
the ground even as Wally came to a halt a short distance away. "I knew
you could do it, babe!" Dick crowed, "I knew it!" Kissing the
crown of Clark's head, he handed the younger man a bottle of water and then
a second as Clark downed the first.
"West," Dick called over to the heavily breathing speed demon.
"Think fast!" And then tossed him the last bottle of water.
"Oh and that money you owe me? Donate to the 9-11 fund or something.
It's not like I need it."
"Oh, God... oh God..." Clark collapsed on the beach after
dumping the other bottle of water over his head. "That was... Oh
God!" He was beaming, and managed to turn onto his side to look over at
Wally. "That was so cool! Whenever you want to do it again..."
The older man chuckled and tossed his bottle of water towards Clark.
"Any time, bro." He wrapped an arm around Donna's shoulders and
leaned in close to her ear. "I let the kid win, you know."
"Sure you did, Wally," Donna chuckled under her breath as she
pecked his cheek. "You did good, by the way. So, barbeque on the beach
and then some tunes, some roasting of marshmallows and some stories around
the bonfire, what do you say boys?"
Dick grinned even as he peeled his now saturated shirt off. "Sounds
good, princess! Clark, did you really have to get me too? I already had my
shower this morning, if you remember."
"You look better without it," Clark laughed, taking off his own
soaked shirt as well, catching sight of Kori standing at the fringes of the
group and feeling a pang of sympathy for her. "Did you get a chance to
talk to her yet?" he asked quietly.
"We talked. She's... processing it all I think but she knows that
I'm yours and there's no chance of that ever changing," Dick replied in
kind. Pulling Clark onto his lap, Dick nuzzled at his lover's throat,
licking the odd rivulet of water that still traced its way down Clark's
neck. "I had to let her know that I belonged to you now, body and soul.
Which is true, I do."
"Damn right," Clark murmured, unable to stop the shiver that
ran through him as Dick lapped at his throat. "I mean, I feel bad for
her, but then I don't if you know what I mean." Not sure if he knew
himself, Clark shrugged, and tipped Dick into his lap for a long kiss.
"So, Donna mentioned marshmallows. Think they'll have the stuff to
"Only if I get to lick them off of you," Dick purred, sucking a
patch of Clark's skin into his mouth and suckling strongly on it. In the
background Wally gagged and made disgusted noises. Flipping the speedster
the bird, Dick turned his attention to ravaging his lover until he needed to
come up for air.
"Clark needs to clean up. My old bedrooms still available, isn't
Donna laughed and nodded. "Fresh sheets on the bed, fresh towels in
the bathroom," she replied even as she backhanded Wally for yet another
string of rude noises. "Shut up West, I've seen what you bring home at
times. Clark's cute and polite and a gentleman. We're not going to comment
on those creatures you refer to as your dates!"
Laughing, Clark stood, bringing Dick to his feet as well. "Lead on,
lover. I hope someone took our change of clothes up there too or I maybe be
wandering around in the buff."
"Mmmm, sounds like a plan to me," Dick replied, licking his
lips hungrily. "Actually then again, no, I don't want to share that
lush bod with anyone." Dragging Clark off, Dick tried not to look at
Kori and patently ignored Wally and Garth's laughter, which trailed behind
them as he led Clark back into the tower and up to his old rooms.
As soon as the door shut behind him Clark was shoved onto the bed and
Dick was straddling his lover, devouring his mouth hungrily in between
babbling mindlessly about love and pride and adoration and anything else
that came into his mind.
"God, Dick!" Clark moaned, pulling at the older man's clothes,
arching up under him, needing to mark and wishing he could be marked,
feeling a primal need to prove to prove that his mate was his.
"Fuck me," he gasped. "I want you to fuck me hard and hot
and long so that everyone knows what we've been doing up here."
"I think I can do that," the older man growled hungrily,
latching onto Clark's throat even he spread his lover's legs wider and
opened his jeans, shoving them around his knees. Surging into Clark's body,
not even bothering to lube up or take any precaution, Dick slammed into the
younger man over and over without respite. "Moan for me, Clark, let
them hear you, let them all hear you!"
"Ahhhh! Dick! Yes, like that!" Clark was screaming now, not
caring who could hear or why and he grabbed at Dick's arms, his grip leaving
red marks behind that would soon turn to bruises.
Powering into his lover, Dick grinned ferally as he continued to pound
into the younger man. Biting and licking and nipping at every expanse of
flesh that he could find, Dick concentrated on making more strident, sharper
and more piercing noises emerge from Clark's throat. His hand wrapped around
the younger man's cock and began to strip it in time to his thrusts, wanting
to blow Clark's mind and his vocal chords.
Writhing and twisting under Dick's weight like a cork tossed by a stormy
sea, Clark whined, each new move arching the pair of them off the bed, each
drop pushing Dick even farther into him. "Ohgodohgodhogod," he
rasped, throwing his head back and howling when the next stroke hit his
prostate dead on and a twist of Dick's wrist sent him over the edge into
Feeling super strong muscles clamp down on him as he drove Clark as crazy
as he possibly could, Dick howled. His own orgasm was forced from him almost
violently as Clark rippled around him. "Sweet jesus!" Collapsing
on top of the spent younger man, Dick sucked air hungrily into his depleted
lungs, only now feeling the sweat and semen that coated them. "That
"Mind-blowing? Life-altering? Amazing? What every time is with
you?" Clark offered groggily, lifting his head enough to give a sloppy
grin before collapsing again.
"That's one way of putting it," Dick replied, his voice replete
with lazy sation. "And you were fantastic, superb, devastating,
gorgeous and awe inspiring. So together we make a pretty unstoppable team.
But I knew that from day one."
"Yeah, seeing those bullets bounce off me might have clued you into
that fact," Clark chuckled. "Have I mentioned in the last five
minutes that I love you more then life, Dick Grayson?"
"I never complain about hearing it, that's for sure," the older
man grinned, reaching up to kiss and tongue the cleft in Clark's chin,
making love to it as thoroughly as he had just made love to the whole man.
Lips trailed down the strong column of throat, lapping away the pooled sweat
and tracing the salty rivulets, nipping and teasing where he could.
"You taste good, you smell like sex and I could do this for the rest of
my life and never grow tired but I can guarantee you'll taste better as a
s'more," Dick grinned as he eventually let up on Clark.
"We'd better take a shower first or I'll taste like a salty s'more,"
Clark chuckled, running his hands in lazy patterns over Dick's back.
"Plus you came all this way to visit with your friends, it would be
good for you to see them."
Sighing, Dick had to agree. "I know but damn I love spending time
with you and in you. I suppose that means it's a good match, hunh?" he
grinned. Groaning at the loss, Dick slowly slipped out of his lover's body
and knelt up on the bed before sliding off. Holding out his hand, the older
man smiled. "Coming?"
"I won't give the obvious answer to that question," Clark
chuckled, scooting down the bed to stand beside Dick. "But, yes, I'm
ready for that shower and for some food. That run got my appetite
"Just the run?" Dick queried with a smirk before sauntering
into the bathroom.
"Hey, who wants to sing 99 bottles of beer?" Wally asked only
to be booed and hissed and have things thrown at him. The bonfire was
roaring, the stars were twinkling and in the distance the Statue of Liberty
shone like the beacon of freedom it was.
The food had been delicious and now Dick was sitting between Clark's
thighs, his head leaning against his lover's shoulder as he enjoyed the
company of old friends. To his right Garth sat with Dolphin between his legs
and Cerdian on her lap. To his right were Donna, Wally and Roy while
somewhere on the other side of the bonfire, out of his line of sight was
Kori. If he had one regret about the day it was the pain he'd caused her but
even that wasn't enough to dampen his spirits.
Bringing Clark's ringed hand up to his lips, Dick wasn't aware of the
indulgent and amused glances thrown his way from his friends, nor was he
aware at just how different he was from the tense, world weary and much
darker Dick Grayson that had quit as team leader before heading to Bludhaven.
"You look happy, old friend," Garth finally said, knowing only
too well how the right person could bring you contentment such as you had
never known before. "Much happier than," glancing at Clark, the
sea prince tempered his words, "than when I would visit you in
Bludhaven. I think this is truly the first time I have ever seen you content
and happy in your own skin."
"I remember saying pretty much the same thing to you after seeing
you and Dol together for the first time," Dick grinned. "He still
treating you right, mermaid?"
"Oh yes," Dolphin's eyes danced like St. Elmo's fire.
"Each day is better than the last and Cerdian is the greatest proof of
that. I too am glad to see you so happy dear friend. You must bring your
mate to our underwater home one day. Garth's enchantment will protect you
both and we can play host and show Clark the wonders of the deep. And your
godson can show off his prowess in the water."
Dick chuckled, content for the moment but looking forward to the day that
he and Clark would have stories such as that. "Just wait until he's a
teenager and then lets hear what you have to say about him showing off his
Smiling up at the younger man, Dick tugged his head down for a sweet
kiss. "So, wanna meet the king of Atlantis and take a tour of the city
Clark smiled, threading his fingers through Dick's thick hair and kissing
him again, this one more lingering then the last. "You did promise to
show me the world, didn't you? I'd say that seeing Atlantis is a pretty good
place to start."
"I meant it when I said that, but somehow I think that with your new
abilities you might be showing me the world," Dick chuckled
after he was allowed to breathe on his own again. "But we've got our
whole lives for that. Damn that sounds wonderful.
"Oh and before I forget, Garth, Dolphin. If you can make it, Clark
and I are getting married in Holland at the end of the school year. We'll
let you know when we've got the details hashed out."
"My parents are going to kill us when they find out that half the
world knows about this before they did," Clark murmured before smiling
and accepting the couple's well-wishes with good grace.
"All right, party time in Amsterdam!" Wally shouted.
"Just count the grooms out," Dick replied. "We'll have
other things to do!" Turning slightly in Clark's arms, Dick looked
seriously at his lover. "Wanna spend the night in Smallville? We could
crash in the barn and surprise your parents in the morning with the
"I thought we were staying here a couple more days..." Clark
shrugged. "We can tell them next weekend if that's okay."
"We can stay a few more days. And you need those flying lessons from
Donna too," Dick remembered. "I just won't tell anyone else. Well
no one but the batclan. They'll kill me if I don't tell him. The rest can
wait until we've taken care of family."
"I knew you were smart as well as drop-dead gorgeous." Clark
pulled Dick in for another kiss, his hand sliding down the older man's chest
beneath his shirt and splaying over his flat stomach. "Think we can
talk some of them into sparring with me too? It might be fun not to have to
Dick heaved a fake sigh. "Relegated to the ranks of squishy human
again," he bemoaned dramatically. "But I'm sure we can find
someone to spar with you. Garth can take more of a beating than your average
human thanks to living part time at the bottom of the ocean and I'm sure
some of the meta types and maybe even Donna will spar with you. I'd suggest
Kori but I really don't want the two of you to kill each other," the
older man suggested quietly.
Clark tightened his arm around Dick, wanting to argue the point, but
unable to. He knew he'd never try to hurt Kori, but honestly wasn't so sure
about her no matter what she said. "I happen to like squishy humans. In
fact, some of my favorite people are squishy humans. In fact the man
I love is a squishy human, gonna make something of it?"
"Nahh," Dick laughed. "How about we go back to the hotel
and you can have your turn and squish me?"
"Grayson! Do you mind, some of us have innocent type ears that don't
need to hear that stuff!" Wally wailed, making gagging noises.
"I'm happy that you're happy and that you've found the love of your
life, yadda yadda, but do you have to share the details?"
"That's why you wanted to go and monitor the feed from Dick's room
earlier tonight, right?" Donna laughed, ducking the elbow he tried to
get her with, then snickering when Roy hit him from the other side.
"Sounds good to me, looks like it's getting rowdy here," Clark
murmured, nipping at Dick's ear.
"I think I'm very glad we decided to stay in the city," Dick
groaned, shaking his head. "At least there we'll get some privacy,
unlike in this zoo."
Getting to his feet, Dick pulled Clark up after him. "So how about
flying lesson number one, you take us home? I trust you to keep me
"Are you serious?" Clark's eyes widened, and his teeth showed
whitely against his tan as he beamed. "If I land on the balcony, can
you get us inside without triggering any alarms?"
"Or you can land in the middle of Central Park. Only drunks and less
than scrupulous people would be in the wooded areas, but yeah I can get us
in without triggering any alarms. I just need to grab some tools from
upstairs and then we can get out of here," Dick grinned. "And from
that killer-watt smile I'd say you liked the idea, hunh?"
"You got it, babe, and forget the trip back upstairs, let's land in
the park and clear out the muggers on the way back to the hotel."
Standing, Clark pulled Dick as well, and raised his voice to be heard over
the partying. "Night everyone, I'm kidnapping Dick for a night of fun
and frolic, don't be jealous!"
Grinning, he hoisted his lover into his arms and shot into the sky,
hearing the various ribald comments that followed in their wake. "How
"I'm suitably impressed," Dick laughed, his arms wrapped around
Clark's neck as the Manhattan skyline quickly came into view. It seemed
vaguely misshaped to eyes used to seeing the WTC and Dick's heart grieved a
little at the tragedy and loss of innocence that America had suffered. But
they had all survived and grown stronger from it. "God I love this
city," the older man breathed, watching it grow closer and closer.
"And I love being able to share it with you."
"Would you ever want to come back here?" Clark asked, speeding
up a bit so that they wouldn't be noticed by people star-gazing. "To
live, I mean."
Gasping at the increased speed and the exhilaration of flying with Clark,
Dick thought about the younger man's question for a few seconds. "No, I
don't think so," he answered finally. "New York is my past and
while I love visiting it doesn't feel like I need to be here anymore.
Metropolis needs a hero and until you feel ready I need to be there to fill
in and I need to be there after you're ready to pick up the slack. It's
where I belong now - with you."
"That's where you belong all the time." As Clark started to
descend toward the vast expanse of green that marked Central Park, he caught
Dick's mouth in a kiss. "With me; it doesn't matter where, as long as
we're together." He touched down in a deserted area and set Dick back
on the ground, grinning. "That was a blast."
"Just wait until you've had some time to practice and then you can
really show off to me," the older man laughed, taking Clark's hand and
moving in the general direction of the hotel. "Hey, maybe we'll be able
to catch a horse and buggy driver making their rounds around the park. And
we just have to come back here just before Christmas so you can see
it done up right and we can do some shopping, what do you think?"
"You're the boss," Clark laughed. "Maybe after I get some
practice in, we can join the real mile-high club." He leaned in and
nibbled on Dick's ear as he said this.
"Kinky, Kent," Dick gasped as the feel of his lover's mouth
shot straight to Dick's cock. "And underhanded. Screw the carriage
ride, I want you to ride me!"
Clark grinned. "Well, you did say you wanted me to squish you, so
that's what I was planning to do!" He could see their hotel through an
opening in the trees, and tugged on Dick's hand. "C'mon, lover, we're
Laughing, Dick let Clark tug him forward towards the hotel and imminent
squishdom. He proceeded to ignore the looks at their behavior as they
walked, well ran, into the hotel and the elevator. Continuing to ignore
everyone who got on the elevator with them, Dick plastered himself against
Clark's front and tugged his head down for a tonsil-exploring kiss.
Shocked gasps, discreet coughs and outraged murmurs only made him that
much bolder and Dick's hands cupped and kneaded Clark's ass shamelessly
while he bumped and ground his cock against the younger man's thigh. One by
one people either got to their floor or chose to take a different elevator
and soon they had the car to themselves.
Remembering last minute to swipe the card to grant them access for their
floor, Dick finally broke off the kiss gasping. "If this weren't the
Plaza and the elevators didn't have security cameras," the older man
threatened, his eyes dark with need and flashing his arousal.
"You'd turn me around against the wall and fuck me?" Clark
purred, rubbing his body along Dick's and feeling his need multiply.
"Or you'd push me down on my knees and have me suck you off and get you
hard again so that you could fuck my ass as well as my face?"
Dick groaned almost painfully and growled low in his throat. "Just
keep it up, babe, and see what happens!" he snarled, thanking whatever
lucky star he'd been born under that the elevator door dinged open on their
floor. Grabbing Clark's hand, Dick hauled the younger man out of the
elevator and slammed him in to the wall to devour his mouth hungrily.
When he at last came up for air, Dick began to rub himself against the
younger man, putting on his most sluttish smile. In a voice that breathed
liquid sex he began to purr softly. "Tonight I'd rather be naked and
writhing under you as you stuff that gorgeous cock into my ass and ride me
hard. Or maybe you can tie me down and have your wicked way with me. I want
to see you butch and dommy and showing me who's the super alien sex god I
know and love."
Clark blinked, then a slow smile grew, curving his lips upward into an
expression of pure devilishness. "I'm here to take over your planet,
little man and I fully intend to torture you for hours until you give me the
key to your government's defenses. Do you think you can withstand me?"
As he spoke, he flipped them around, trapping Dick between the wall and his
body, not allowing him an inch of leeway to move.
"You'll never get anything out of me you evil alien scum! Nothing
you can do will make me talk. Nothing!" Dick cried softly, faking the
struggle to get away. "You picked the wrong person to torture!"
Catching Dick's face in his hand, Clark turned it so that they were
eye-to-eye and slowly licked his way over Dick's mouth, smirking when he
felt the other man quiver. "My kind of torture hasn't failed me you,
and it won't tonight."
Hefting Dick under his arm, Clark carried him to their door; swiping his
keycard through the lock and pulling it open, not at all hindered by his
lover's struggles. Once inside, he shut the door behind them and carried
Dick to the bedroom, tossing him on the bed and leering down at him.
"You'll tell me everything once I'm buried in your sweet ass and you're
begging to come."
"Never!" Dick boasted, trying to scramble off the other side of
the bed and away from the 'hulking alien behemoth'. "I'd rather die
than betray my nation, my world like this! Just wait until the army gets
here, they're going to take you to Area 52 and do all sorts of heinous
experiments on you!" Sliding off the opposite side of the bed, Dick
gauged the distance between him and the bathroom and decided to make a break
Taking off in a blur, Clark stopped in front of the bathroom, blocking
the door. "Your army is busy chasing down false UFO sightings, they're
never going to get here - or not until it's too late." Catching Dick by
the wrists, Clark held him with one hand and ripped the t-shirt from his
body, eyeing the strips of cloth, then smiling thinly as he picked the older
man back up and tossed him on the bed again.
"How dare you!" Dick sputtered in false indignation, glaring up
at the alien until he realized what was in Clark's hands. "Just what do
you think you're going to do with those?!" Snatching up a pillow, he
tossed it hard at Clark, trying to duck off the other side of the bed as he
did so, fighting the urge to laugh at the ridiculousness of this. Now Dick
knew how Clark had felt the last time they'd 'played'.
Ducking the pillow with a movement that brought him to the side of the
bed before Dick had done more than shift his weight, Clark laughed aloud.
"How dare I? I'm going to rule your world, compared to that, toying
with you is nothing." Catching Dick's right wrist, he twisted the cloth
around it and the brass bed frame, taking care that the knots weren't too
Straddling the struggling man's body, Clark grinned down at him, licking
the side of his face again and laughing when he felt blows to his back and
side. "So you like it rough, eh? Fine with me, but you'll still be
begging to tell me your secrets either way." Securing Dick's left wrist
to the bed as well, Clark sat back on his haunches, studying his trapped
"Alien freak, you think just because your cock is in my ass I'll
talk?! News flash Flesh Gorgon, I'm gay, I always take it up the ass!"
Dick spat, trying desperately to keep a straight face as he said that.
Clark bit his lip to keep from breaking into hysterical laughter and
tried to look menacing. "You'll talk," he promised, catching the
waistband of Dick's jeans in his hands and tearing them in two as well,
before removing his briefs the same way. "You'll talk if you want to
come before you die of needing to."
"Oh puh-lease, no one has ever died of blue balls!" Dick
snorted. "You really need to get with the program Space Toast. It's
going to take more than that to make me talk!"
"That's what you think, pretty boy." Easily spreading Dick's
legs with his hands, Clark leaned in to rub his face against his lover's
rousing cock. "Very nice. I'm going to enjoy licking at this until you
"Newsflash for you, Mojo Gogoboots, I'm not a lick-a-stick. Besides
I've got me a big burly fiance and he'll be back before you know it and then
you're gonna be soorrrr-eeee!" Dick smirked, not even attempting to get
out of the way of Clark's marauding mouth. "He's gonna take your
Decepticon ass and turn it into scrap metal, so there! Fuck Dodger!"
Quirking one eyebrow, Clark looked up at Dick before swiping his tongue
up the length of his cock. "If you so-called fiance shows up, I'll fuck
him in front of you, then do the same for you in front of him." That
said, he began teasing the flared head of Dick's shaft, sucking on it, then
probing at the slit with his tongue.
"Bastard, I'd never let you hurt my sweet sugar muffin, I'd die
first! He's my farm fresh little buttercup!" Dick whimpered, and moaned
as Clark's talented tongue did truly wicked things to him. Trying not to
buck up into the warm wet heat of his lover's mouth, Dick instead
concentrated on coming up with the most disgustingly sappy pet names he
could possibly think of for Clark in order to keep the corniness flowing.
"Well then, you'd better rethink your attitude on giving me what I
want, hadn't you?" Clark purred, though his shoulders were shaking with
laughter and he refused to look at Dick for fear of cracking up. "Your
lover sounds quite luscious, hearing you talk about him is making me hungry
"You leave him alone! No one gets to eat him but me!!" Dick
protested vehemently. "My little Cow King isn't for alien
"You're the only one who can save him, pretty man." Clark bit
down gently at the head of Dick's erection and watched his lover shudder.
"I will get what I want."
Dick had nearly swallowed his tongue as the last and worst pun rolled off
of it. There was a reason he hated pet names, they were always bad.
That one had taken the cake though, and the older man knew that if he tried
to come up with another one he'd lose it on the spot. Deciding that he'd
better move this particular drama on, he was about to respond when Clark's
teeth clamped lightly on his cock, sending Dick through the roof. "Oh
God!!" he screamed, head tossed back and back arched up off the bed. It
nearly short-circuited his brain!
Feeling his own erection pulse in his now too tight jeans, Clark raked
his teeth down the length of Dick's cock, careful not to break the skin but
wanting the older man to go wild under him.
Another wordless wail erupted from Dick's throat and he struggled against
his bonds, wanting to bury his fingers in the ebony silk that was Clark's
hair, holding the younger man's head steady while he fucked his lover's
mouth. The sensations kept coming without respite. His 'alien captor' played
his body like a fucking savant virtuoso with a violin, knowing instinctively
where to touch, how hard and when to draw back before he lost Dick
completely. It was maddening, infuriating, and arousing as all hell.
Licking his lips, Clark lifted his head and smiled at Dick, swallowing
hard at the look of need etched on his features. "Still not going to
tell me, pretty boy?" he rasped.
"Never, you alien scum!" Dick gasped, moaning and trying to
thrust up into the wet heat that now hovered teasingly over the tip of his
erection. He could feel Clark's lips brush against the head of his cock
every time he spoke and his erection bobbed in time with Clark's breathing.
It was the most exquisite torture he'd ever felt. "Damn you for doing
this to me, a nice law-abiding gay boy who loves his country. Don't you have
any conscience at all?"
Clark snickered, hoping it sounded evil, but doubting that it did.
"What's a conscience?" Licking his finger, he pressed it between
Dick's ass cheeks, teasing the tight hole by running the damp flesh over it.
"No, don't, you can't!" Dick seemingly struggled wildly when in
fact he was trying to push Clark's finger inside him. "I promised my
fiance, we promised each other that we'd be faithful, monogamous. You can't
"And you've kept that promise? What a good little boy you are."
Biting the inside of his cheeks to keep from laughing, Clark pressed just
the tip of his finger inside Dick, enjoying the howl that got him. "You
can remain unsullied for you little boyfriend, just tell me what I want to
"No, please, don't make me choose between the love of my life and
the love of my country," Dick begged melodramatically, his lower lip
quivering just slightly and his eyes taking on the sheen of tears.
"Please, can't you just leave us alone?"
Leaning in to suckle on the older man's erection, Clark ran his tongue up
the turgid length before pulling back and shaking his head. "I can, I
just don't want to. You're a hot little human, pretty boy. I wonder if your
fiance knows just what he has in you..." He pressed his finger in
further, crooking it over Dick's prostate.
Gasping as fireworks danced underneath his eyelids, Dick shimmied
erotically on the bed, a low keening noise he was barely aware of erupting
from his lips. "No, don't, please, don't, stop!" he mewled,
dancing on Clark's finger. "You evil, horrible, alien person you!"
"Hrmmm, your insults are definitely getting less effective, I must
be reaching your breaking point." Smirking, Clark shifted to his knees,
and pulled Dick's legs to his shoulders, hoisting his ass off the bed so
that he could lick at it.
No sound came from Dick's throat as his whole body went tense with
arousal from vocal chords to legs hooked over Clark's shoulders. Hands
clenched the headboard in a white knuckled grip and his eyes rolled back
into his head as his cock jumped. Dick's balls drew up close to his body and
he could feel the first faint tremors that preceded orgasm race through him.
So close, so fucking close!
Hearing the change in Dick's breathing and feeling the tension in his
body, Clark pulled back, grinning. "Going to tell me now?"
"Nooooooooo!" Dick wailed, half in protest half in defiance.
"Never! Bastard, you can't do this too me!" the older man danced
and writhed on the bed, his biceps bulging as he strained against the
hellishly strong fabric of his tee-shirt. "You won't make me talk, you
can't do this, I won't let you... Oh god, Clark!" Dick gasped, finally
surrendering the game. "Please, god, need you inside me babe, please.
Oh jesus, Clark, fuck me, please?"
Grabbing the lube and slicking himself up, Clark slid inside Dick in one
speedy motion, moaning throatily as he was surrounded by tight heat.
"That's all I wanted to hear," he rasped, reaching between them to
stroke the older man's erection as he began to move in and out of his body.
"Clark," Dick moaned hungrily, feeling himself stretched and
filled by his mate. "Oh god, so good!" Legs wrapping around his
lover's waist, feet resting on Clark's ass Dick began to use muscles
developed for the trapeze and honed in crime fighting to good use, flexing
and dragging Clark in closer, deeper, with every thrust. "Need, need to
touch you, god, please let me touch you!" he begged shamelessly, hands
twisting and turning in agitation.
Reaching up, Clark tore the shredded t-shirt from around Dick's wrists,
sliding his own arm beneath the older man's back and pulling him close when
he felt Dick's fingers dig into his own shoulders. "C'mon, Dick,"
he rasped, thrusting deeply into his lover's body and biting his lip to keep
from coming. "Let me see you come, let me feel it."
Looking down slightly into Clark's face Dick would swear until the day he
died that in that moment he saw eternity in the eyes of the man he loved.
His orgasm started in the base of his spine and radiated outwards until
every single part of him was coming even though his cock was the only one
releasing it. He shook with the force of it, his head thrown back and a moan
starting out softly and rising until it was a full blown wail that had
throat muscles striating under the pressure.
And then... darkness.
Shaken by the force of his own climax, Clark could only lie there,
panting, for a moment. "Oh my God, Dick," he finally breathed,
"that was so wild... Dick? Dick!" Fear coursed through him as he
sat up, gently slapping his lover's face.
"Wha, hunh? Just ten more minutes, Bruce," Dick muttered,
groggily as his head rocked from side to side. "Cut it out will ya, I'm
up, I'm up already!"
"Bruce?" Clark pushed up onto his hands, staring down into
Dick's slowly opening eyes. "Tell me that you did not call me Bruce
when my cock is still in your ass, Fruitcake."
"Clark?" Dick moaned, eyes fluttering open as his body began to
catalogue all the aches and pains in his well used body. "What are you
talking about?" Wincing slightly as he clenched and unclenched his ass
cheeks around his lover's cock, the older man shifted slightly. "When
did I call you Bruce?"
Relaxing now that he knew that Dick was awake and coherent, Clark
chuckled. "Like, five seconds ago." Shifting back, he carefully
pulled out of his lover's body. "You asked for ten more minutes. I'm
going to assume you meant of sleep and not of what we'd been doing."
"Oh god, ten more minutes of that and I'd be dead!" Dick
groaned, the sound getting louder with each inch that slipped out of him.
"As it is I'm seriously going to be walking funny tomorrow. Wally'll
have a field day, no doubt!"
Rolling over onto his side he cuddled into the crook of Clark's body,
curling himself into as small a shape as possible. There were times, like
tonight, that Dick liked to be the one protected and kept safe and who
better to do that than his lover who just happened to be pretty much
invulnerable. Life was very good.
Pulling Clark's arms around him, Dick stroked his fingers lightly along
the younger man's arms. "So, what did you think of today? I know it was
a little over the top, what with Kori showing up and everything. In a way
I'm kind of glad she did. This way I got to answer the 'what if' question
and know definitively that my life is just the way I want it. How are you
doing with it?"
Chewing on his lip for a moment, Clark thought about the day before he
answered. "I like Donna and Garth, and racing Wally was really cool,
but Kori... I'm glad you got your answers, but I could have done without
that shock. Do you know how long she's staying for?"
"Haven't a clue, I didn't really talk to her beyond those two
conversations we had," Dick admitted. "And I didn't really want to
talk about her with you around because I didn't want you to think that I was
interested or anything. I'll talk to Garth tomorrow while you and Donna are
practicing and see what he knows." Twining his hand through Clark's he
brought it up to his lips and kissed the ring again. "You really said
yes, didn't you?" Dick grinned, looking like a doofus.
"Keep up with the names and I might change my mind," Clark
growled. "And you should talk to her too. I won't get jealous, I trust
you, Dick, and I love you."
Dick started to sputter in laughter as he remembered some of the more ...
interesting names he came up with. "Oh I don't know, Flesh Gordon and
Fuck Dodgers were amusing," he grinned, pushing aside thoughts of
talking to Kori for now. Now was Clark and Dick not the world in general.
Clark snorted. "Those I could live with, but referring to me as the Cow
King? That's just wrong, Dick."
"Hey at least I didn't call you the Dairy Prince!" Dick
Outside, hovering just beyond the balcony but well within her hearing
range, Koriand'r, last princess of Tamaran, realized at that moment that
Dick was well and truly lost to her forever. She might have been able to
compete with Clark had it not been for one glaring factor. Dick had never
been so alive, so vibrant and so 'touchable' as he was with Clark, and more
than that he had never been so playful when they had made love.
Flying away quickly, the young woman wiped her tears away and gave a
quavering smile. She could not deny she was heartbroken, but how could
anyone be jealous of a man, a fellow alien, who so actively encouraged his
lover to make peace with someone from Dick's past? How annoying that she
couldn't even hate Clark for stealing Dick from her but instead found
herself wishing them every happiness in their lives that the could find.
Perhaps tomorrow she'd tell them just that.
After advising them to shut their blinds.