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Ficlet: The Code (DC comics, Clark/Bruce)
The Code (497 words) by mithen
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne
Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne
Additional Tags: Angst, Oral Sex, Light Dom/sub, Mind Games, Guilt, Punishment, this one is on the dark side
Summary:
Clark steps into the room and smiles at Bruce. It’s the smile that lets him know it’s time to slip into code.
It’s a secret code, in which words stand for other words. It’s a private cipher which lets Bruce understand what Clark really means. It’s been this way since Clark came back from beyond, since they began this thing that’s between them now, this thing that gives them both what they need.
When Clark says “I’d like that,” what it means is On your knees. Now.
When he says “Please,” Bruce knows to hear You deserve nothing. You don’t even deserve to serve me like this.
Bruce feels his condemnation like a weight on his shoulders, shoving him to the ground. Clark doesn’t even need to push him down. He only needs to close his eyes, to touch Bruce’s hair--so lightly, so gently, the threat of punishment could almost be in Bruce’s imagination.
Clark’s breath comes faster as Bruce takes him in his mouth. “That’s so good,” Clark murmurs, which means Choke on it or I’ll take your throat in my hands. Bruce feels himself shuddering as the memory of Clark’s gasping, retching breath is replaced by his own.
Hands that could snap his neck without effort tangle in his hair, tugging. Take it all, prove yourself worthy to live. “You’re so good,” groans Clark, and Bruce knows it means You’re worthless. He leans into the task, losing himself in the rhythm of it, letting himself be penetrated and violated (as he had pierced Clark, grinding him into the dust and grime as he tried to ask for help). The code makes this possible, the code is the only thing that lets Bruce feel pleasure in this, that changes it from simple meaningless affection to repentance.
Clark is beyond words now, gasping and sighing, and each broken syllable of delight is a slap across Bruce’s face, a stinging reproach that leaves him hot and burning with a shame so intense it’s close to ecstasy. He lets it roll across him, lifting his mind out of regret and into a sort of white-hot exaltation that he embraces with joy, until his fierce tender ministrations make Clark cry out wildly and spill into his mouth. For a moment there’s nothing but bliss and catharsis far beyond any physical release (he knows later he will remember this moment and the physical release will be there too, but not now, not now). For a moment everything is right.
Clark says his name and Bruce translates it: Betrayer.
Clark whispers “I love you,” and Bruce hears--more precious, more impossible--Someday I may forgive you.
He lies down next to Clark and listens to his breaths deepen into sleep, feels Clark’s arms around him as if he’s cherished. The code makes this all possible, lets him hear the truth beneath Clark’s words.
The code.
Someday, he thinks as sleep claims him too, maybe someday I’ll even tell Clark about it.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne
Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne
Additional Tags: Angst, Oral Sex, Light Dom/sub, Mind Games, Guilt, Punishment, this one is on the dark side
Summary:
Bruce has found ways to deal with his regret and guilt since Clark has come back from the dead.
Clark steps into the room and smiles at Bruce. It’s the smile that lets him know it’s time to slip into code.
It’s a secret code, in which words stand for other words. It’s a private cipher which lets Bruce understand what Clark really means. It’s been this way since Clark came back from beyond, since they began this thing that’s between them now, this thing that gives them both what they need.
When Clark says “I’d like that,” what it means is On your knees. Now.
When he says “Please,” Bruce knows to hear You deserve nothing. You don’t even deserve to serve me like this.
Bruce feels his condemnation like a weight on his shoulders, shoving him to the ground. Clark doesn’t even need to push him down. He only needs to close his eyes, to touch Bruce’s hair--so lightly, so gently, the threat of punishment could almost be in Bruce’s imagination.
Clark’s breath comes faster as Bruce takes him in his mouth. “That’s so good,” Clark murmurs, which means Choke on it or I’ll take your throat in my hands. Bruce feels himself shuddering as the memory of Clark’s gasping, retching breath is replaced by his own.
Hands that could snap his neck without effort tangle in his hair, tugging. Take it all, prove yourself worthy to live. “You’re so good,” groans Clark, and Bruce knows it means You’re worthless. He leans into the task, losing himself in the rhythm of it, letting himself be penetrated and violated (as he had pierced Clark, grinding him into the dust and grime as he tried to ask for help). The code makes this possible, the code is the only thing that lets Bruce feel pleasure in this, that changes it from simple meaningless affection to repentance.
Clark is beyond words now, gasping and sighing, and each broken syllable of delight is a slap across Bruce’s face, a stinging reproach that leaves him hot and burning with a shame so intense it’s close to ecstasy. He lets it roll across him, lifting his mind out of regret and into a sort of white-hot exaltation that he embraces with joy, until his fierce tender ministrations make Clark cry out wildly and spill into his mouth. For a moment there’s nothing but bliss and catharsis far beyond any physical release (he knows later he will remember this moment and the physical release will be there too, but not now, not now). For a moment everything is right.
Clark says his name and Bruce translates it: Betrayer.
Clark whispers “I love you,” and Bruce hears--more precious, more impossible--Someday I may forgive you.
He lies down next to Clark and listens to his breaths deepen into sleep, feels Clark’s arms around him as if he’s cherished. The code makes this all possible, lets him hear the truth beneath Clark’s words.
The code.
Someday, he thinks as sleep claims him too, maybe someday I’ll even tell Clark about it.
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Damn.
simple meaningless affection to repentance.
NYARGH
HULK SMASH ON KEYBOARD
Meet Bruce Wayne - master of guilt and self-punishment. Oh and he soooooo would do that. At least *our* Bruce would. Movie!Bruce - didn't get that vibe from him so much. But the true Bruce, as you (often) write him and we love him, yep he would.
Oh god, and once Clark finds out he's going to be HORRIFIED. Bruce using him to punish himself will hurt him more than Bruce's initial attempt on his life I think. Though movie!Clark remains a bit elusive for me. He's just so... weary and not like *my* idea of Clark. Though I can't say Henry Cavill isn't delicious to look at. (as Napoleon Solo as well! I finally watched the film! And I've got a question for you over in my last post)
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I dunno, movie Bruce seems to be the kind to cling to his hairshirts to me--in the comics, for example, the Robin costume he keeps is clean and untorn, unlike the smoke-blackened and graffitied version in the movie, good grief, Bruce.
Though movie!Clark remains a bit elusive for me. He's just so... weary and not like *my* idea of Clark.
I find him REALLY hard to write, he's so very tired and seems to have so little hope. He keeps going, and I admire him for that, but DAMN, his life has so little joy in it... So it's really fascinating to fit them together! Still, the comics versions are just...a lot more approachable to me...
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Yes that's it exactly. My idea of Clark is that he tries to find joy and hope however grim things become. Being pragmatic and sort of resigned is Bruce's job! The complementing each other's character sort of gets lost in the movie interpretation of their characters. Maybe that's the same things we talked about regarding the new interpretation of MAN from U.N.C.L.E - optimism is not much in demand these days if it's not tempered by something tragic or shady, I don't know.