WFGE Fic: Deck the Halls
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mithenTitle: Deck the Halls
Relationship: Kal/Bruce
Characters: Kal-El, Bruce Wayne
Continuity: A vignette from From This Day Forward an AU in which Bruce Wayne and Kal-El of Krypton end up in an arranged marriage.
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Rating: PG-13
Word Count 850
Summary: Kal-El comes to Earth for Christmas, but finds certain things...unnerving.
Notes: For the WFGE! Prompt F18, "Alien!Kal has questions for Bruce about the Christmas holidays, This mistletoe business, for instance, what's what all about?"
Terran music was playing, something about a large herbivore with a luminous nose which made him an object of mockery? Kal-El of Krypton sighed. His husband’s culture was a mystery at the best of times--but then, he had had few chances to experience it directly. Bruce’s visits to his home planet were--of legal necessity--infrequent, and this was only his second time back since his marriage to Kal.
“Krypton certainly scored a coup when they got our best and brightest as hostages for Earth’s good behavior!”
“That’s true--and they also got Brucie!”
The two Terrans males snickered loudly and Kal shot Bruce a quick glance, but Bruce was clearly not going to pay any attention to them. He was absorbed in conversation with a group of men about his age. Kal knew he was trying to encourage greater openness between Kryptonian and Terran cultures, but Kal had the distinct impression that some of the people he was talking to were more interested in the speaker than the speech.
Kal wandered around the room, making small talk about Krypton with some of the people who seemed friendly, trying some of the food, and listening to the music. It had shifted to a jaunty tune about a sentient snow-creature, and Kal was growing increasingly confused about this holiday. At least it was cold outside, which meant that people were wearing more clothing than the last time he had come to Earth. He still hadn’t recovered from the experience of seeing mostly-naked people just laying around on the beach--and he certainly hadn’t recovered from seeing an entire beach full of people have the opportunity to ogle his husband.
He was glad Bruce was fully dressed, but he did rather wish people wouldn't stand so close to him. Or look at him in quite that way.
He was nibbling on a piece of something sweet and sugary when his eyes went to the doorway and he stopped dead, staring in shock. Moments later he was tugging on Bruce’s arm, pulling him away from his conversational partner: “Bruce, you remember how you warned me about sex pollen? I think there’s some here!”
Bruce’s eyes widened at his hissed words, and he looked around the room. “I don’t see any problem,” he said after a moment.
“You don’t see--Rao, it’s right there in the doorway!” Kal gestured with his eyes, not wanting to look too conspicuous. “That plant hanging up over the door--it appears to be compelling people to embrace openly in public!”
Bruce covered his mouth with his hand--Kal assumed in shock and horror--as Roni Vreeland and her well-muscled date stopped in the door, put their arms around each other and kissed for a long moment. Right in front of everyone!
"Is it mind control? Pheremones?" whispered Kal.
"No," Bruce whispered back. "It's mistletoe."
This required a long explanation, which Kal received with at first shock, then horror, then a sort of confused numbness. "People will really do something that intimate in front of strangers?"
Bruce jabbed him in the ribs with an elbow. "You kissed me on planet-wide Kryptonian holovision, you may remember."
"That was different-- I thought you were dying," Kal protested. "This is so casual," he said, shuddering as another couple passed under the little plant and kissed.
"Sometimes a little casual intimacy can be fun," said Bruce. He leaned closer to Kal and dropped his voice. "Nothing too intense, just enough to remind people that at the end of the day, you're the one who'll be getting a great deal more of me."
Kal blinked at him. "That's--"
"And I'd be just enthusiastic enough that it would leave no doubt that I am completely content being your husband and that no one in either of our worlds attracts me like you do."
Kal swallowed. "Perhaps I begin to see the appeal," he said.
Bruce smiled and gestured at the doorway. "I'm game if you are."
Considering Bruce had to deal with Kryptonian culture every day, Kal rather felt he owed it to him to be adventurous during his brief visits to Earth, he told himself as he let Bruce tug him toward the doorway.
It had nothing at all to do with the fact that various people of both genders were eyeing Bruce with an unnerving intensity.
They reached the doorway and Bruce pulled him under the little plant. Smiling, he leaned forward and kissed Kal lightly on the lips, a quick, almost chaste peck.
As he started to pull away, Kal grabbed him and dragged him back into the kiss, deepening it and throwing his arms around him until they both fell back against the door jamb in delicious disarray.
Bruce was panting slightly as the kiss eventually broke, and his eyes were bright. "You might be getting the hang of this public affection thing," he said under a smattering of applause--none of it from the people who had been ogling Bruce, Kal noted with satisfaction as they drifted off with disappointed faces.
"I conclude that it does have its advantages," Kal said smugly.
This time Kal kissed him first.
Relationship: Kal/Bruce
Characters: Kal-El, Bruce Wayne
Continuity: A vignette from From This Day Forward an AU in which Bruce Wayne and Kal-El of Krypton end up in an arranged marriage.
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Rating: PG-13
Word Count 850
Summary: Kal-El comes to Earth for Christmas, but finds certain things...unnerving.
Notes: For the WFGE! Prompt F18, "Alien!Kal has questions for Bruce about the Christmas holidays, This mistletoe business, for instance, what's what all about?"
Terran music was playing, something about a large herbivore with a luminous nose which made him an object of mockery? Kal-El of Krypton sighed. His husband’s culture was a mystery at the best of times--but then, he had had few chances to experience it directly. Bruce’s visits to his home planet were--of legal necessity--infrequent, and this was only his second time back since his marriage to Kal.
“Krypton certainly scored a coup when they got our best and brightest as hostages for Earth’s good behavior!”
“That’s true--and they also got Brucie!”
The two Terrans males snickered loudly and Kal shot Bruce a quick glance, but Bruce was clearly not going to pay any attention to them. He was absorbed in conversation with a group of men about his age. Kal knew he was trying to encourage greater openness between Kryptonian and Terran cultures, but Kal had the distinct impression that some of the people he was talking to were more interested in the speaker than the speech.
Kal wandered around the room, making small talk about Krypton with some of the people who seemed friendly, trying some of the food, and listening to the music. It had shifted to a jaunty tune about a sentient snow-creature, and Kal was growing increasingly confused about this holiday. At least it was cold outside, which meant that people were wearing more clothing than the last time he had come to Earth. He still hadn’t recovered from the experience of seeing mostly-naked people just laying around on the beach--and he certainly hadn’t recovered from seeing an entire beach full of people have the opportunity to ogle his husband.
He was glad Bruce was fully dressed, but he did rather wish people wouldn't stand so close to him. Or look at him in quite that way.
He was nibbling on a piece of something sweet and sugary when his eyes went to the doorway and he stopped dead, staring in shock. Moments later he was tugging on Bruce’s arm, pulling him away from his conversational partner: “Bruce, you remember how you warned me about sex pollen? I think there’s some here!”
Bruce’s eyes widened at his hissed words, and he looked around the room. “I don’t see any problem,” he said after a moment.
“You don’t see--Rao, it’s right there in the doorway!” Kal gestured with his eyes, not wanting to look too conspicuous. “That plant hanging up over the door--it appears to be compelling people to embrace openly in public!”
Bruce covered his mouth with his hand--Kal assumed in shock and horror--as Roni Vreeland and her well-muscled date stopped in the door, put their arms around each other and kissed for a long moment. Right in front of everyone!
"Is it mind control? Pheremones?" whispered Kal.
"No," Bruce whispered back. "It's mistletoe."
This required a long explanation, which Kal received with at first shock, then horror, then a sort of confused numbness. "People will really do something that intimate in front of strangers?"
Bruce jabbed him in the ribs with an elbow. "You kissed me on planet-wide Kryptonian holovision, you may remember."
"That was different-- I thought you were dying," Kal protested. "This is so casual," he said, shuddering as another couple passed under the little plant and kissed.
"Sometimes a little casual intimacy can be fun," said Bruce. He leaned closer to Kal and dropped his voice. "Nothing too intense, just enough to remind people that at the end of the day, you're the one who'll be getting a great deal more of me."
Kal blinked at him. "That's--"
"And I'd be just enthusiastic enough that it would leave no doubt that I am completely content being your husband and that no one in either of our worlds attracts me like you do."
Kal swallowed. "Perhaps I begin to see the appeal," he said.
Bruce smiled and gestured at the doorway. "I'm game if you are."
Considering Bruce had to deal with Kryptonian culture every day, Kal rather felt he owed it to him to be adventurous during his brief visits to Earth, he told himself as he let Bruce tug him toward the doorway.
It had nothing at all to do with the fact that various people of both genders were eyeing Bruce with an unnerving intensity.
They reached the doorway and Bruce pulled him under the little plant. Smiling, he leaned forward and kissed Kal lightly on the lips, a quick, almost chaste peck.
As he started to pull away, Kal grabbed him and dragged him back into the kiss, deepening it and throwing his arms around him until they both fell back against the door jamb in delicious disarray.
Bruce was panting slightly as the kiss eventually broke, and his eyes were bright. "You might be getting the hang of this public affection thing," he said under a smattering of applause--none of it from the people who had been ogling Bruce, Kal noted with satisfaction as they drifted off with disappointed faces.
"I conclude that it does have its advantages," Kal said smugly.
This time Kal kissed him first.