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“I’m sorry….what?!”
The large silver alien behind the desk blinked small, gray-green eyes at the tone of Superman’s voice and then clanked at his translator who relayed Superman’s question. Superman glanced over at Batman whose mouth was turned down in a slight frown. The two large aliens clanked back and forth at one another rapidly, the translator finally turning back to the two men. “Surely….but surely this was explained to you when you came to negotiate the treaty?” He hazarded.
“Ah, no.” Superman said, glancing again at Batman, “I think I would have remembered something like that!”
Batman leaned forward, “You mean to tell us this is…customary?”
The translator shook his large head, his eyes worried, “Not customary, no, required. Without k’hcha che’k the treaty is not considered binding!”
“But we’re both men!”
“Yes?”
“Xuzar, we have spent nearly a year negotiating this treaty.” Batman graveled, ignoring Clark’s outburst “and you mean to tell me if we do not—Xuzar, what will happen if we do not…participate in k’hcha che’k?”
The alien spread large mandibles, the tentacles of his face waving as he spoke, “But you must! You must! To forgo K’hcha che’k would be….disastrous! Disastrous! Unheard of! Ti’char et tivara! It would so dishonor both parties that it would be as good as a declaration of war!” If Xuzar had had hands, he would have been wringing them worriedly, as it was he merely looked back and forth from the two of them, “Please!” The tentacles of his face waggled in mounting alarm. “You must!” He said again.
The alien behind the desk clanked urgently at Xuzar. Xuzar explained rapidly, by the time he’d finished, the silver alien’s eyes were wide with horror, he turned shaking his large head at the two and began clanking frantically and gesticulating wildly with his mandibles. Xuzar raced to translate, “His eminence says that should you forgo k’hcha che’k then the entire treaty would be considered null-in-void, and we, having called you here, would forfeit our Nation’s governance to the Chiv’ern’tichtians for the insult.”
Xuzar, normally a pale shade of lavender, had turned an unhealthy shade of purple. The last part had apparently been news to him as well. “Ti’char et tivara! Oh, Please, please! Good masters, you are fine, strong men, surely this is not so big a thing as what you have faced?” Xuzar looked desperate now, as well he should, the Chiv’ern’tichtians were a bloodthirsty race, and it was very likely that even he, a mere translator, would be subject to the purge of the ruling class, which was how the Chiv’ern’tichtians kicked off the control of every new conquest.
Superman held up his hands, “Calm down Xuzar, it’s just, we’re both men Xuzar,”
“Yes.” Xuzar’s head bobbed up and down, “You mentioned.”
Superman ran a hand through his hair in frustration and then changed tactics, “I’m married, Xuzar, and I have an obligation of fidelity to the woman that I married—
“But surely she would understand? For our people? Surely if you have seen her worthy to be your mate she is a kind and good person. Surly good enough to understand, yes? Good master nearly one third of our population has been destroyed, and if the Chiv’ern’tichtians were to, to be given control…please!” it was almost a wail.
Clark thought about trying to explain this to Lois and felt nauseous. He glanced at Batman, “At little help here?”
“Can I see the laws?”
“What?” Xuzar asked, blinking.
“The law, that requires we...” Batman’s face was impassive but Cark had known him too long to miss the telltale tightening of his lips that spoke volumes about his discomfort with the situation. “The law that requires that we copulate, publicly, in order to ratify this treaty?” He finished.
Xuzar nodded, “I can bring you the law codex, but we do not have a translation.” He looked from Superman to Batman and back again.
“Good.” Batman said and then sat back in his chair as if it was settled. Xuzar opened his mouth, shut it, clanked to the alien behind the desk and then scurried out of the room.
After Xuzar left, Clark turned to Bruce, and, watching his tone, asked, “What are we going to do?”
“I’m going to try to find a loophole in the law.” Bruce drawled, “You, apparently, after having so firmly established that we are, in fact, both male, are going to continue to try and hid behind Lois’ skirts.”
“Ha. Ha.” Clark glared at him, “I’m serious! What if you can’t find a way around it? Then what?”
“Then we will apparently be having sex in the street.”
“Stadium.” Xuzar said, as he placed the huge scroll in front of Batman, “k’hcha che’k takes place in a stadium.”
“Great.” Clark said weakly
“Xuzar,” Batman said, getting to his feet as he gathered up the scroll. “We will see this treaty ratified. You have my word.” And he swept out of the room.
*
Back in their apartments, Clark paced back and forth as Bruce ponderously worked his way through the massive law scroll of the Tiwandar.
“This is ridiculous!” Clark fumed, “Who ever heard of ratifying a treaty by having the people who negotiated it have sex in public! What if there had been more than just the two of us?! This is absurd!”
“How are things coming good masters?” Xuzar asked, as a servant wheeled in their dinner, he glanced nervously from where Superman hovered, interrupted in his pacing, to Batman, still hunched over the scroll. Superman licked his lips, and glance over at where Bruce was still working, “I’m not entirely sure. Batman?”
Bruce grunted, “These are very dense.” He said and Clark’s heart sank.
“Yes, I was afraid that you would find them so, they were written in the time of the…there is no direct translation, the time of the triv’diran, ‘best time,’ I guess, ‘Time of no trial when difficulty had ceased.’” Xuzar waved a mandible dismissively, “even for us the reading is difficult, one must study for years before they make much sense.”
Bruce nodded, “if I understand this right, the reason for k’hcha che’k is so that the treaty may be sealed in love?”
Xuzar’s eyes widened, “Yes. Ti’char, but you do learn quickly don’t you?”
“But Xuzar, if Superman and I are not in love, which we are not, would it not make the act of k’hcha che’k null-in-void?”
Superman brightened, oh please Rao, please!
“Ah, but you do love one another. You love as brothers in arms, as friends and che’k.”
“So romantic love is not required?”
“No.” Superman deflated even as Xuzar seemed pleased, clearly thinking the problem had been resolved, “No you will not dishonor k’hcha che’k. It will be a strong binding!”
“What?” Clark asked, confused.
“Yes. I wasn’t sure about that myself, but it seems that engaging in k’hcha che’k is more than simply symbolic, it actually serves to, in some way, literally bind together those who have entered into the treaty.”
“Oh yes. Once made, a treaty on Tiwandaria cannot be broken after the k’hcha che’k has been preformed.” Xuzar smiled, “You see now, why it is so important.”
Batman grunted, “Yes.”
Xuzar nodded, “Shall I relay your answer to his eminence?”
Clark looked panicked and Batman said quickly, “Not just yet Xuzar, give us a few hours to talk it over, in our culture things are not quite this…friendly.”
Xuzar bobbed something like a curtsey, eyeing the two men curiously, and left.
“Bruce?!” Clark cried, whirling to face the man still seated at the desk, “Are you crazy?”
Bruce sighed, “Clark, there is no other way.”
“Explain!”
Bruce hesitated, and then asked, “Are you familiar with Tantra?”
Clark blinked, “Tantra? You mean sex yoga? Yes, some of it anyway, why?”
“Trantic sex is for the purpose of raising sexual energy in the body. From what I can get out of this text, the trridii, or the stadium” Bruce , “Where the act is preformed is used to harness that energy and it somehow binds those individuals who have signed their names to the treaty. I think that’s why we have to do it in our own blood.” Bruce sighed again. “In short, there is no other way.”
Clark groaned, “There has to be another way, Rao, Lois will kill me.”
The corner of Bruce’s mouth quirked up, “So don’t tell her.”
Clark glowered at him, “Some of us don’t keep secrets from the ones we love.”
Bruce rolled his eyes, “Fine. Tell her. Don’t tell her. But this has to be done Kent, I haven’t spent nearly a year, on and off, away from Gothem to keep these people from genocide so that you can throw it all away!”
“I know, Bruce I know, it’s just” he threw up his arms in frustration, “Rao, This. Is. Insane! Public sex? You can’t tell me that you’re comfortable with the idea either! Have you ever had sex with another man?”
Bruce hesitated momentarily and then said, “Yes. A few times back in college, before I left on my training.”
Clark’s mouth fell open, stopped short mid rant, “Really? I had no idea.”
“It’s not something I have stamped on my forehead.” Bruce said dryly.
Clark sighed, “At least you know what to do then.”
Bruce snorted, “It’s hardly astrophysics. There are some basics that we should get down first, though, before we…” Bruce, who had removed the cowl after Xuzar left, closed his eyes, “have an audience.”
Clark nodded uncertainty, “Such as?”
“Top or bottom.”
“Oh.” Clark flushed and Bruce chuckled, but it wasn’t unkind.
“You going to be ok?”
“No. Yes? Maybe. Rao, I think I’d rather face Darkseid, no I know I’d rather face Darkseid.”
Bruce sighed, “I second that.”
“I guess…bottom?” It was well that Clark was indestructible, or his cheeks might very well have burst into flames, “since it’ll hurt me less.”
Bruce’s eyes narrowed. “It shouldn’t hurt at all, not if the thing is done properly.” It went without saying that anything Bruce did would, of course, be done properly.
“Oh. Well, good, I guess. What all do we need?”
“Just some lubricant. I’ll see what they have around here…” Bruce went to pull the cowl back up and then stopped; eyeing the way Clark was shifting nervously. “Clark,” he hesitated and such visible uncertainty associated with Bruce made Clark pay attention, “Clark do you want to practice before we do this in front of God and everyone?” He looked momentarily surprised that he’d actually spoken.
Clark was certainly shocked by the suggestion. But when he thought about it, it made a kind of sense. Bruce took comfort in preparation. “I,” it was Clark’s turn to close his eyes, “Find out when Xuzar wants us to do this and if we’ve got time then, yeah.”
“Done.” When Clark opened his eyes, Bruce was gone.
* * *
Bruce stalked down the corridor sending multihued aliens scurrying out of his way. It was an effort not to grind his teeth. He’d been through that law codex fourteen times before he’d finally had to concede that there simply was no other way short of breaking the treaty. Why didn’t I know about this?! How did I miss this? He growled at himself angrily. I should have known about this going in!
“Good master Batman.” Xuzar quailed, “Is there some problem?” The translator warbled worriedly.
Batman pulled himself up and got a grip on his temper. “No, Xuzar. When is the k’hcha che’k to be performed?”
“In one cycle.” The alien blinked large, reflective eyes, “Does this mean that you are going to participate?” The hope that colored the alien’s tone softened Bruce anger, if only slightly.
“Yes, Xuzar. We will need lubricant brought to our rooms.” Before the alien could comment or Bruce’s circulatory system could turn traitor and cause him to blush he continued, “Xuzar, why were we not told about this condition when we first came to negotiate the treaty? I realize that this is a non-event to your people but on earth this is considered an extreme breach of protocol.”
The alien bobbed his head, “yes, well, initially we hadn’t intended to perform k’hcha che’k. In the past, the Chiv’ern’tichtians have all but demanded that the k’hcha che’k not be preformed. They like to break treaties,” he sighed sadly, “and the k’hcha che’k makes that impossible. It was not until they knew you would be negotiating the treaty that they requested k’hcha che’k. And we were just so pleased that they had finally agreed to maintain a treaty!”
Bruce smelled a rat. This was a last ditch effort to derail this treaty, The Chiv’ern’tichtians had thought they would back down. “Interesting.”
* * *
Clark’s head came up at the sound of Bruce’s heartbeat in the hall. Bruce didn’t make any actual noise, so Clark had gotten used to identifying him by other sounds.
“Well?” Clark asked, trying to sound normal.
“Tomorrow night.” Bruce said briefly, he paused a moment and then said, “I think we’ve been set up.” Clark’s eyebrows rose steadily as Bruce explained what he’d learned from Xuzar.
Clark sighed heavily once he’d finished, “I think you’re right, we have been set up. But we can’t very well not go through with the ceremony, especially if that’s what they’re counting on.”
Bruce looked like he might add something more, but just shook his head and began serving himself some of the now cold food from the cart. His movements were as fluid as ever but his heartbeat was accelerated, and beyond that, well it was Bruce and Clark new him better than almost anyone. He was nervous too.
“So, you’ve done this before?” He asked, not because he really wanted to know but because he thought talking about it might help.
Bruce paused and then said, “Yes. Four times. His name was Allen White.”
“How did you meet?”
Bruce glanced up a smirk playing on his lips, “You know I don’t think small talk is actually required.”
Clark rolled his eyes, ok so Bruce didn’t want to talk, what a surprise. But he did. He moved toward the cart and made himself a plate as well, “I’m serious Bruce. How did you meet?”
“Chemistry class. He needed a tutor.” Bruce shrugged eloquently, “or so he said. He got me very drunk and we had sex. When I woke up I had a hell of a hang over and a new perspective on life.” Bruce allowed a smirk to form momentarily, “it was…educational.”
“He, he didn’t force you, did he?” Clark asked hesitantly, concerned.
Bruce’s snort spoke volumes. “No.”
Clark nodded slowly; it was…a lot to take in. “I guess I’m just surprised. I always thought that you liked women.”
Bruce looked at him sharply, “Clark this was a very long time ago, and the discussion is now over.”
Clark sighed, “Fine.”
They ate in silence, finally Clark said, “maybe we should get drunk.”
Bruce glanced over from where he’d obviously been lost in thought, “Can you get drunk?”
“Ok, maybe you should get drunk.”
An eyebrow rose, “And how exactly would that help you?”
It would stop you from making snide comments like that? Clark thought, but all he said was, “You mentioned that was how you did it before.”
Bruce scoffed, “The first time, yes. The subsequent times, no.”
“Oh.”
Bruce relented, “Clark do you want to just get it over with?”
“Rao yes.”
Bruce nodded, and indicated the bedroom with a jerk of his head, Clark followed. On the threshold, however, he hesitated. “Bruce…what about Lois? The time in the arena that will be for the treaty, but this…this would be different.”
“It’s up to you Clark.”
Bruce crossed his arms across his chest, leaning against the doorway. Clark tried to picture himself fumbling in front of all those people. He thought about the first time he’d had sex with a woman and then thought about how that would have felt with an audience. “Get on the bed.”
Bruce managed, just, not to smile and started stripping out of his suit. Clark began to undress as well, feeling extremely self-conscious. This was Bruce! Bruce who still stiffened when Clark hugged him. Bruce who could be as prickly as kryptonite and just as deadly. Clark took a deep breath and tried to calm his racing heart.
“You ok?” Bruce asked as his boxers fell to the floor. Clark nodded jerkily and crawled onto the bed but Bruce frowned, “Clark?”
“I…I’m not sure that I can do this Bruce.” He said after a moment, “Sex is…important to me, it’s something sacred. Is shouldn’t be…forced.”
“I’m sorry.” Bruce said, almost too quietly for even Clark to hear.
Clark shook his head, “It’s not your fault Bruce! You shouldn’t be forced into something like this.”
Bruce blinked, “I shouldn’t...Wait.” He sat down on the bed drawing Clark’s attention so that they were looking at one another, “Clark, despite my reputation, I’m not a mind reader, explain.”
“Bruce you don’t…enjoy personal contact. I know that, and I’m not comfortable forcing this on you.”
“Oh.” He was silent for three heart beats and then Clark was being kissed with a passion that would have done Lois proud. When they broke apart panting, Clark glanced quizzically at Bruce.
Bruce shrugged, “I don’t have your moral hang-ups, Clark. You’re an attractive man, a good friend, and a great teammate. As long as you’re ok with this, I’m fine. My biggest concern is, as always, entanglements. I don’t have time for a relationship, but then you don’t want one. Problem solved.”
Clark eyed him for a moment but was surprised to realize that Bruce was telling the absolute truth. He nodded slowly, “Ok. Good.”
“Good. Now that that’s settled—” Bruce kissed him again. It was different than being kissed by a woman; Bruce was more demanding than any woman he’d ever kissed, even Lois. Clark flinched at that thought and tried to stop making comparisons. Eventually he was able to lose himself in the kiss enough not to notice when Bruce’s hand slid down from his face to his chest and then down to his hip. He broke the kiss to gasp as one hand slid down, a whispered trace over his growing erection. Bruce’s hands, scarred and callused, were amazing. Clark felt his eyes rolling back in his head, and then some how he was on his back, with Bruce astride him. He groaned as a he felt fingers on the inside of his thighs. It registered somewhere that he ought to be trying to reciprocate but oh, oh Rao the fingers continued on their path and suddenly his anus was being traced with such sensual deliberateness that he actually felt himself arching toward it. Please! He wasn’t sure if he’d only thought it or said it out loud, regardless the finger answered and one digit slowly slid inside him.
After a few moments sparks exploded behind his eyes, hips jerking wildly as he shouted incoherently. He thought he herd Bruce chuckle but the sound was swamped by the waves of rising pleasure. The first finger was joined by a second and then a third and then, suddenly, he was bereft.
“Bruce?” He panted
Bruce kissed him, “You ready?”
“What? Oh.”
And then Bruce was inside him.
* * *
Bruce hadn’t fucked a man in years. He was too well known and it was a complication he didn’t need. But Clark was everything he’d imagined he would be on some of his darker patrol nights. They had been fleeting, barely acknowledged fantasies to wile away the dull hours of patrol spent watching empty warehouses. This, he shivered, this was so much better. Of course, he had never seriously entertained that this would ever happen, which had been fine. Clark was too emotional, too clinging, too needy. Too, well, Clark.
Clark bucked under him as Bruce found his prostate again. God he was tight. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to center himself. It wasn’t much help as Clark bucked again, coming hard. Bruce was able to keep going for half a minute and then his own orgasm followed suit.
They lay panting for a long stretch of indeterminable time and then Bruce raised himself up on an elbow, “well?”
Clark rolled his eyes toward him and made a face as he shifted, “Ugh, we should have used a condom.” Clark disappeared and reappeared--presumably from the bathroom—in a burst of super speed.
Bruce laughed, “Better?”
Clark grunted, “Yes.” His tone changed, sounding almost awed. “That was amazing.”
Bruce smiled, “Yeah, it wasn’t bad was it?” He rolled over onto his back, “You were good.” He added, almost grudgingly
Clark snickered, “Did it hurt to say that?” Bruce rolled his eyes, but refrained from comment.
After a while Bruce got up and headed to the bathroom himself. When he came back he found Clark still lying on the bed, starring up at the ceiling. He raised his head when Bruce came back into the room. Listening to my heart beat again, Bruce thought annoyed. “Allen White was a lucky guy.” Clark said, suddenly and then he was gone. Bruce blinked at the rush of wind and then chuckled. Nice to know that he was appreciated.
* * *
They met up again in the receiving room the next morning. Xuzar came again with the servant who brought their meal, and gave them a run down of the preceding for that night. In deference to their identities Bruce would be allowed to keep cape and cowl, Superman could wear his cape as well, but he declined. At dusk they would be taken to the trridii where the k’hcha che’k would be preformed. They would be escorted by the officials of both the Tiwandarii and the Chiv’ern’tichtians to the arena where they would then perform k’hcha che’k. Afterward a banquet would be held in their honor. Xuzar thanked them both profusely and then left them to their meal. They ate again in silence, Clark trying not to think about the events of the evening to come, Bruce focused on the computer on his wrist.
“There were no less than four assassins stopped on the palace grounds last night.” He announced after snapping the computer off.
Clark paused, fork halfway to his mouth, “Oh?”
“Mmmm.”
“You expected that.”
“Of course I did. We called their bluff. They must be desperate to keep us from finalizing this treaty.”
“You think there will be more attempts?” Bruce snorted. “Right. Of course you do. What were they carrying? The assassins?”
“Nothing that would have put a dent in you.” Bruce replied.
Clark shrugged, “I probably wasn’t their target.”
Bruce nodded, “Probably not. But it won’t hurt you to be cautious. There’s no telling whether or not they’d have accesses to K here.”
Clark smiled, “Why thank you Bruce, I hadn’t thought of that.”
“Sarcasm doesn’t become you Clark.”
Clark ignored him, “While we’re handing out warnings, and since you are the most likely target, you be careful too.”
“I’m—
“—always careful.” Clark finished with him, “yes, I know.”
Bruce rolled his eyes, but he seemed satisfied and they settled down to wait. The time seemed to drag and then leap by, in turns. Clark couldn’t decide if he wanted to just get it over with or if he wanted to delay it as much as possible. Bruce wasn’t much help; he spent his time focused on his wrist computer, occasionally making ciphered notes on a piece of paper. Finally, Clark asked, “Why did you guys stop seeing each other? You and Allen?”
Bruce glanced up, surprise flickering across his face until he schooled it, and shrugged. “I left school to start my training.”
“What, you just left?”
Bruce sighed, “Clark, it’s not like we were engaged. It was a fling. I know the concept is difficult for you, but some people don’t fall in love with the first person they catch out of mid air.”
Clark made a face at him, “Funny. So…were you happy with him?”
Bruce looked back down at his wrist, “Clark I told you about Allen to explain my experience, not so we could play twenty questions.”
Clark threw up his hands. “I’m trying to distract myself. How can you not be nervous?” He cried in frustration
“Clark we’ve got hours yet, think of something else.”
Clark thought about using his super speed to thwap him upside that head and then thought better of it. The last thing that he needed was Bruce mad at him. He started back pacing, trying not to look at the clock every thirty seconds. Then suddenly, it was Time. He felt his stomach lurch sickeningly when Xuzar walked into the room. Oh, Rao.
“Good masters, it is time. I have brought you your ceremonial robes.” Xuzar proffered something so covered with gilt that it was difficult to tell if there was actually fabric under it. Clark took the one that was offered to him and walked to his room to change. Not that Xuzar wouldn’t be seeing everything in a few hours time, he thought half hysterically and tired to calm his racing nerves. Oh. Rao.
* * *
Bruce changed slowly, he went of every inch of the cloth meticulously until he found a place that he could stow a few Batarangs and lock picks. He also kept spare picks in his cowl. He kicked his starlight lenses to inferred and waited for his eyes to adjust. Both the Tiwandarii and the Chiv’ern’tichtians had normal body temperatures of 250 degrees Fahrenheit, there would be no disguising that. But when he emerged from the room, dressed only in the flowing robe, cape and cowl, he still felt naked, which he more or less was. Nothing was worn under the robes. And those would be discarded once they were in the arena. He sighed. This was going to be a long night.
They followed Xuzar to where the delegates were waiting. Clark, to Bruce’s annoyance, managed to position himself between Bruce and the Chiv’ern’tichtians. The honor guard, as they were known, began marching in lock step, and Bruce had the surreal experience that he was being marched to the gallows. He shook himself and reached for calm. This was necessary.
When they left the bright palace hallways and began crossing the gardens Bruce caught the start of movement from one of the Chiv’ern’tichtians. He tracked the trajectory of the aliens arm, flowing out of the way effortlessly and catching the arm mid-arc. The Tiwandarii with them gasped, horrified, as Bruce slammed the arm of the Chiv’ern’tichtian against his knee breaking his grip. And then Clark was there, lifting the alien bodily off the ground.
“This is an outrage.” Trilled one of the Tiwandarii, tentacles waggling furiously. “Outrage!”
Clark glanced at the Tiwandarii who had spoken, “Do you have a holding cell?”
“What? Oh! Yes, third floor, on the right.”
There was a blur of motion and then Clark was back. “He’s lock up and the guards have been informed.” He turned to face the rest of the Chiv’ern’tichtians, already held fast by Bruce’s gaze.
“We are going to assume,” he said calmly, “That he was acting alone, in order to prevent an interplanetary incident.”
The Chiv’ern’tichtians relaxed visibly and then all nodded frantically in agreement. Of course they knew nothing! Nothing! He was a rogue agent! Horrible, absolutely horrible! Thank Rellic no one had been injured. Bruce glared them into silence.
“You think that’s the last of them?” Clark whispered
“No.”
Clark nodded, and moved apart slightly to give them room to maneuver. But they proceeded to stadium without further incident. The trridii. In spite of himself, Bruce’s head fell back as he looked up the length of it. It was huge. Half the planet must be in there, he mused, horrified. The escort was led away while they continued on alone. Bruce caught the tail end of one of the Tiwandarii filling in the guard. His eyes picked out the hazy shimmer of a force field springing to life as they closed the gate to the trridii behind them.
“I need to be on top.” Clark said suddenly.
“What?” Bruce asked, taken entirely by surprise.
“I need to be the one on top, in case they get anything through the force field.”
“Clark—
“Bruce I’m serious! I paid attention to what you did.”
Bruce hesitated momentarily, but then he had sex with Lois didn’t he? And she’d survived, still… He let out a breath. “There is a way for you to be on top with me still doing the penetration.” He whispered quickly. “I’ll prep you, and then lie on my back. You’ll…” he gestured, “Slide down on top.”
Clark nodded, “Fine.”
They were in the center of the arena now and Bruce was conscious of every eye on him as they slid off the robes. Clark was right. This was ridiculous, and when they finished this he was going home and he was going to kill J’onn for sending them on this mission. No jury would convict him. They lay down side by side, while Bruce hurriedly prepped Clark. He didn’t bother trying to find his prostate, this wasn’t about skill. Then he pulled Clark on top of him, helping to guide his dick into the man above him. God he is so tight. Bruce thought distractedly as he fully seated himself in Clark. And then, then Clark began to move.
* * *
The trridii was forgotten. The crowd was forgotten. Everything but Bruce and the pulsing pleasure singing through him ceased to exist. Right up until he had slid onto Bruce, Clark had felt sure that his cheeks were going to burst into flames. He had wanted nothing more than to leap into the air and be anywhere other than here. Now, you couldn’t pay him to leave. This was better than last night. This was better than anything that he had ever experience in his entire life. And it wasn’t just physical, it was almost as if he could feel what Bruce was feeling, and the emotions echoed back on one another. They moved together as if they’d been making love all their lives. Bruce shifted continually so that every thrust found Clark’s prostate. Clark clenched in time with each thrust drawing pleasure filled moans from the usually laconic man beneath him. He very much doubted if Bruce had made this much noise in his entire life. It seemed to go on for days, and yet when they came, shouting, it was over too soon. When they broke apart the emotional bond snapped, but Clark could feel the residual affect of it still, like the feeling of warmth after the sun slips behind a cloud. When they rolled off one another and finally managed to sit up, they realized that the stadium was in an uproar.
*
Clark glanced at Bruce and wondered distantly if he looked equally dazed, “Wha?”
Bruce shook his head, “I’m not sure.” He looked around and then pulled their robes to them, “Come on.”
“We can’t have been that bad.” Clark joked, as they jogged to the gate of the arena, and found their way barred by a small army of Tiwandarii guards blocking it.
“Funny.”
“I thought so. Problem?” Clark asked, conversationally as he moved to intercept a knife thrown at one of the guards.
The Guard clanked urgently at them, making shooing motions with his mandibles. “He says that there was an attempt on our lives while we were in the trridii. He wants us to go back in.” Bruce translated as he slid around the guard and caught the advancing Chiv’ern’tichtian a blow on the side of the head. He dropped like a rock, the Tiwandarii guard gapped at him.
“Apparently no one here has read our bios.” Clark remarked cheerfully as another Chiv’ern’tichtian broke his knife on the Man of Steel.
Bruce grunted his agreement as he put the last of the Chiv’ern’tichtian on the ground. “Let’s find Xuzar.”
* * *
In the end Xuzar found them. Things had begun to quiet down almost as soon as they got away from the trridii. Xuzar explained that once the k’hcha che’k had been completed, the fight pretty much went out of the Chiv’ern’tichtians. Xuzar looked so happy that he was nearly skipping with excitement. The bonding had been exceptionally strong, he explained and the Chiv’ern’tichtian bound so tightly that even that mild uprising could not be sustained. Bruce acknowledged his excitement but firmly declined to stay for any banquet citing pressing JLA matters, and multiple attempts on their lives.
They sat in silence as Bruce piloted the jet toward earth. It was a quick journey, with the help of Martian and Thanagarian technology and they would be home shortly.
“I don’t know what I’m going to tell Lois.” Clark said abruptly.
Bruce started to make a snide comment and then thought back to the trridii, he’d felt Clark’s joy then. The compete freedom with which he’d given himself and he understood. “Clark, I know that you don’t like to keep secrets, but if you want my advice you won’t tell her. I’m not going to say anything, it’s not likely to get back to her half was across the galaxy and neither one of you needs that kind of stress.”
Clark remained silent for a long time and then finally he said, “That was the single most amazing thing that I’ve ever experience. Was it the k’hcha che’k?”
Bruce tired to work out a way to explain without giving too much away, “Yes.” He said finally, not willing give the whole truth, that it merely magnified the feelings of the participants. He would not come between Lois and Clark.
“Oh.” Clark said. After a time he said quietly, “Thank you Bruce, for getting us through this.”
“I didn’t do any more than you did Clark.”
“I know. But,” he added with a wry twist to his mouth, “I doubt I could have done this with anyone else.”
“I know.” After a moment he added, “I fully intend to kill J’onn when we get back.”
Clark barked a laugh, “I’ll help. We can hide the body at the Fortress.”
Bruce chuckled in response. They made the rest of the trip home in silence, each lost in his own thoughts.
END