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trista_zevkiaTitle: Meeting Dreams
Chapter: 1/2
Fandom: Comicverse
Characters/Pairing: Clark/Bruce
Rating: PG-17
Summary: Well, it's one way to get through mandatory meetings ;)
Disclaimer: All monies made will be sent to the Wayne Enterprise approved Charities
Author's Notes: Previously posted on world's finest.
So I was born on another planet. Big Deal. I am still more human emotionally than most people want to admit. If you want something alien, try Batman! The peak of human physicality wasn’t enough for him. Batman went out and trained his brain into something impossible. I stand in awe of him. But more than that, I lust after his perfection!
Sitting around this table his deep, scary voice rumbles out instructions that’ll be followed to the letter. I sit here and try not to get as hard as the high backed chair I’m in. What would he do if I picked him up and threw him across the table? Call him Bruce, insult him, and remind him that he’s only human. Use my heat vision to melt cuffs from the table. Burn off every bit of that fancy armor, except the cowl. Protect his secret identity and all that.
He fights with his legs so I have to watch that he doesn’t get me in the groin, hard as I am I would probably break his foot. I rip my own clothes off, letting them all get a glance of two perfect specimens. I grab his cock with my mouth and proceed to suck it into hardness. I suck so hard I have to be careful not to super-suck his dick off. Against his formidable will, he grows hard! I taste the pre-cum on his slit and almost cum from sheer desire.
He doesn’t sweat, normal people sweat, but I notice he’s stopped struggling. He narrows his eyes to an eagles stare, though how he manages that with those lenses I’ll never know. He doesn’t understand why I have stopped sucking! I give him a slow smile and sit on his impressively hard dick. Without lubrication only gravity pulls us together. He grunts, and I know he’ll be raw in the morning. Suddenly he thrusts and we are together. Never have I been so glad that I was close enough to human to have a prostate. Bruce fills me like I never imagined, as if his dick was made to fit my ass!
He thrusts against me again, and again setting up a fast rhythm as if he wants to get this over with. I want to stay this way forever, but all too soon Bruce cums, exploding inside me. Overwhelmed with the feeling of his life force dripping out of me, I cum. Super sperm now coats his flat abs and the remains of his utility belt. He’s looking at me, expecting something. With a start I separate the fully clothed Batman at the table from the naked one in my imagination! I have entirely lost the thread of the conversation and have no idea what he just said to me.
“Sorry, Batman, I didn’t understand the question.” I respond, hoping he will dumb down whatever he just said. He scowls at me from beneath the cowl and replies.
“I asked if you were paying attention.” He growls at me. “Obviously you are not.”
“Sorry Batman, guess I was daydreaming.” With my eyes I beg him to ask about what, but he has moved on to the next topic of discussion. Well, I’m sure it will come up at the next meeting.
sBSbBs
Dreaming During Meetings
Batman is not here right now, if you care to leave a message please do so after the growl. I can’t make up my mind if I want to giggle or cry at the silly path my thoughts are taking, neither of which Batman does during a JL meeting. Or at all, I feel obligated to remind myself. I’m so freaking tired!
I’m near my exhaustion point. Brucie’s life was hopping, a crime wave was spreading across Gotham and Batman’s in charge of designing and paying for the newest JL headquarters. I know I should have gotten out of this meeting and slept. And yet, here I am, trying to follow what Green Lantern was talking about. Threats to the other lanterns could find their way across space and threaten this planet, so Batman needed to be prepared for them.
Batman was here to explain the latest design specs on the new Watchtower orbital station, and really felt the others needed to understand what was happening there. Nobody wants them to just show up and start pushing buttons like super powered monkeys! Exhaustion is making me irritable, which means I might say that out loud. I do attempt to only be insulting when it did some good or taught a lesson, but some of these people were just perfect targets.
Maybe, if I’m as good as everyone thinks, I could get up from the chair, cross the brightly lit room, fix a cup of coffee and make it back to my seat without anyone noticing. Or maybe not. I should have brought the coffee carafe to the table, but no! Batman didn’t want anyone to think he was human. At least the lenses are down, against that ridiculously bright lighting, so that when I fall asleep from G.L.’s monotone nobody will notice. Without a caffeine refill, drastic measures were clearly called for. I keep my head toward GL but cast my eyes at Superman and let the anger refresh me.
Superman was clearly paying attention to G.L. He hung on every word uttered in these meetings, unless Batman talked! Then his eyes got all glassy, his cheeks tinged with red and his body froze. I’m not sure, but I think Clark forgets to breathe during those daydreams. It hadn’t taken me long to figure out what Clark was dreaming about. The real question was who was he dreaming about having sex with? Deductive reasoning figured it was Lois, as she was the only constant in both Clark’s and Superman’s worlds. Which, oddly, reminds me that Brucie had an interview scheduled with Clark day after tomorrow. Too tired to think linearly, apparently.
After the meetings, Clark was able to recall most of what was said. He probably just had to be refreshed on the bits that happened toward the conclusion of his wet dreams. This was what really irritated Batman. That naturally eidetic memory, enhanced hearing and Clark used it to daydream during meetings! Batman had struggled to get close to those things and still had electronic help for when he fell short, like the hearing. The best use of heat vision Clark could think of probably involved initials and a heart on a defenseless tree. Everything came so naturally to the Man of Steel it was an insult to people who worked for similar skills.
Ever since the founding of this little league, Clark had been drifting away during Batman’s talks. At first it was just an occasional happy little thought, but it had quickly developed into a full blow daydreams. Only Clark’s cellular level control kept him from soaking his red briefs at every meeting. Then he doubtless ran off to little miss Lois “Kidnap me to get to Superman” Lane to enact whatever he had thought up.
Batman had tried to put away the anger as irrelevant, because Clark still kept up with the important things. But I hadn’t been able to dispel it, so I used it. Made the stupid emotion keep me awake and alert when I needed a boost. So now, when G.L. finished, Batman stalked to the front of the room and no longer felt the need to yawn. I at least attempted to make my speeches interesting, in that Batman threatened bodily harm to those not listening properly, but I also knew the rules of public speaking. How to space slides and engage the audience. Maybe I’m not the most interesting speaker, but as I point out specific functions on the enlarged diagram on the projected screen, I can feel Clark lose focus. Turning back, I see Superman isn’t present in his body. I let Batman leaned his fists into the table before him and glare at Clark.
“Damn it, Clark! I’ve put a lot of time, money and effort into this project. If you can’t be bothered to pay attention, you could leave or share your little sex fantasy with the rest of us so we can all get it out of our systems.” Batman froze, holding his glare in place. I started praying in my mind. “Whatever deities are listening, if you make it so I didn’t say that out loud, I’ll believe in you forever and donate large sums of money to you!”
Crap. Clark’s face now matches his cape, showing that no listening deities deigned to respond. All the other leaguers were glancing between us, trying to figure out what was going on. They had been watching Batman, believing he would harm them if they didn’t listen, they hadn’t seen Clark’s brain vacate his body. Quick, play it off like it was no big deal, and everybody else would think that!
Batman turned back the projected image to find his place. He moved quicker than I had planned, having expected to wait a certain length of time for people to absorb the technical details before moving on. I’m done ten minutes early, and Superman dismisses the meeting before I can make it back to my seat.
Mentally adjusting my schedule for the day as I make sure the schematics haven’t been downloaded onto the Watchtower’s old computer, I suppress another yawn. I defiantly needed sleep if I was yelling at people during meetings. Satisfied the plans remained only on my systems, I turn to leave the empty room and find Superman lurking in the doorway. I don’t have the energy for a half-assed apology only offered after being caught in the act. I glare at Clark as I head for the door, knowing he can tell even if I have the lenses down.
Clark works his mouth as he searches for the words, before blurting out. “Please don’t forget the interview, day after tomorrow, 11AM.”
Clark was blushing as he moved out of the doorway. Batman tossed him a ‘fine’ as he went passed. I can feel Clark staring at my back as I leave, though Batman doubts that’ll make Clark’s embarrassment go away. I allow my tired body to relax a little as I leave, planning on four hours of sleep before I go out on patrol. I really need to sleep now, before I missed something important!
Chapter 2
Chapter: 1/2
Fandom: Comicverse
Characters/Pairing: Clark/Bruce
Rating: PG-17
Summary: Well, it's one way to get through mandatory meetings ;)
Disclaimer: All monies made will be sent to the Wayne Enterprise approved Charities
Author's Notes: Previously posted on world's finest.
So I was born on another planet. Big Deal. I am still more human emotionally than most people want to admit. If you want something alien, try Batman! The peak of human physicality wasn’t enough for him. Batman went out and trained his brain into something impossible. I stand in awe of him. But more than that, I lust after his perfection!
Sitting around this table his deep, scary voice rumbles out instructions that’ll be followed to the letter. I sit here and try not to get as hard as the high backed chair I’m in. What would he do if I picked him up and threw him across the table? Call him Bruce, insult him, and remind him that he’s only human. Use my heat vision to melt cuffs from the table. Burn off every bit of that fancy armor, except the cowl. Protect his secret identity and all that.
He fights with his legs so I have to watch that he doesn’t get me in the groin, hard as I am I would probably break his foot. I rip my own clothes off, letting them all get a glance of two perfect specimens. I grab his cock with my mouth and proceed to suck it into hardness. I suck so hard I have to be careful not to super-suck his dick off. Against his formidable will, he grows hard! I taste the pre-cum on his slit and almost cum from sheer desire.
He doesn’t sweat, normal people sweat, but I notice he’s stopped struggling. He narrows his eyes to an eagles stare, though how he manages that with those lenses I’ll never know. He doesn’t understand why I have stopped sucking! I give him a slow smile and sit on his impressively hard dick. Without lubrication only gravity pulls us together. He grunts, and I know he’ll be raw in the morning. Suddenly he thrusts and we are together. Never have I been so glad that I was close enough to human to have a prostate. Bruce fills me like I never imagined, as if his dick was made to fit my ass!
He thrusts against me again, and again setting up a fast rhythm as if he wants to get this over with. I want to stay this way forever, but all too soon Bruce cums, exploding inside me. Overwhelmed with the feeling of his life force dripping out of me, I cum. Super sperm now coats his flat abs and the remains of his utility belt. He’s looking at me, expecting something. With a start I separate the fully clothed Batman at the table from the naked one in my imagination! I have entirely lost the thread of the conversation and have no idea what he just said to me.
“Sorry, Batman, I didn’t understand the question.” I respond, hoping he will dumb down whatever he just said. He scowls at me from beneath the cowl and replies.
“I asked if you were paying attention.” He growls at me. “Obviously you are not.”
“Sorry Batman, guess I was daydreaming.” With my eyes I beg him to ask about what, but he has moved on to the next topic of discussion. Well, I’m sure it will come up at the next meeting.
sBSbBs
Dreaming During Meetings
Batman is not here right now, if you care to leave a message please do so after the growl. I can’t make up my mind if I want to giggle or cry at the silly path my thoughts are taking, neither of which Batman does during a JL meeting. Or at all, I feel obligated to remind myself. I’m so freaking tired!
I’m near my exhaustion point. Brucie’s life was hopping, a crime wave was spreading across Gotham and Batman’s in charge of designing and paying for the newest JL headquarters. I know I should have gotten out of this meeting and slept. And yet, here I am, trying to follow what Green Lantern was talking about. Threats to the other lanterns could find their way across space and threaten this planet, so Batman needed to be prepared for them.
Batman was here to explain the latest design specs on the new Watchtower orbital station, and really felt the others needed to understand what was happening there. Nobody wants them to just show up and start pushing buttons like super powered monkeys! Exhaustion is making me irritable, which means I might say that out loud. I do attempt to only be insulting when it did some good or taught a lesson, but some of these people were just perfect targets.
Maybe, if I’m as good as everyone thinks, I could get up from the chair, cross the brightly lit room, fix a cup of coffee and make it back to my seat without anyone noticing. Or maybe not. I should have brought the coffee carafe to the table, but no! Batman didn’t want anyone to think he was human. At least the lenses are down, against that ridiculously bright lighting, so that when I fall asleep from G.L.’s monotone nobody will notice. Without a caffeine refill, drastic measures were clearly called for. I keep my head toward GL but cast my eyes at Superman and let the anger refresh me.
Superman was clearly paying attention to G.L. He hung on every word uttered in these meetings, unless Batman talked! Then his eyes got all glassy, his cheeks tinged with red and his body froze. I’m not sure, but I think Clark forgets to breathe during those daydreams. It hadn’t taken me long to figure out what Clark was dreaming about. The real question was who was he dreaming about having sex with? Deductive reasoning figured it was Lois, as she was the only constant in both Clark’s and Superman’s worlds. Which, oddly, reminds me that Brucie had an interview scheduled with Clark day after tomorrow. Too tired to think linearly, apparently.
After the meetings, Clark was able to recall most of what was said. He probably just had to be refreshed on the bits that happened toward the conclusion of his wet dreams. This was what really irritated Batman. That naturally eidetic memory, enhanced hearing and Clark used it to daydream during meetings! Batman had struggled to get close to those things and still had electronic help for when he fell short, like the hearing. The best use of heat vision Clark could think of probably involved initials and a heart on a defenseless tree. Everything came so naturally to the Man of Steel it was an insult to people who worked for similar skills.
Ever since the founding of this little league, Clark had been drifting away during Batman’s talks. At first it was just an occasional happy little thought, but it had quickly developed into a full blow daydreams. Only Clark’s cellular level control kept him from soaking his red briefs at every meeting. Then he doubtless ran off to little miss Lois “Kidnap me to get to Superman” Lane to enact whatever he had thought up.
Batman had tried to put away the anger as irrelevant, because Clark still kept up with the important things. But I hadn’t been able to dispel it, so I used it. Made the stupid emotion keep me awake and alert when I needed a boost. So now, when G.L. finished, Batman stalked to the front of the room and no longer felt the need to yawn. I at least attempted to make my speeches interesting, in that Batman threatened bodily harm to those not listening properly, but I also knew the rules of public speaking. How to space slides and engage the audience. Maybe I’m not the most interesting speaker, but as I point out specific functions on the enlarged diagram on the projected screen, I can feel Clark lose focus. Turning back, I see Superman isn’t present in his body. I let Batman leaned his fists into the table before him and glare at Clark.
“Damn it, Clark! I’ve put a lot of time, money and effort into this project. If you can’t be bothered to pay attention, you could leave or share your little sex fantasy with the rest of us so we can all get it out of our systems.” Batman froze, holding his glare in place. I started praying in my mind. “Whatever deities are listening, if you make it so I didn’t say that out loud, I’ll believe in you forever and donate large sums of money to you!”
Crap. Clark’s face now matches his cape, showing that no listening deities deigned to respond. All the other leaguers were glancing between us, trying to figure out what was going on. They had been watching Batman, believing he would harm them if they didn’t listen, they hadn’t seen Clark’s brain vacate his body. Quick, play it off like it was no big deal, and everybody else would think that!
Batman turned back the projected image to find his place. He moved quicker than I had planned, having expected to wait a certain length of time for people to absorb the technical details before moving on. I’m done ten minutes early, and Superman dismisses the meeting before I can make it back to my seat.
Mentally adjusting my schedule for the day as I make sure the schematics haven’t been downloaded onto the Watchtower’s old computer, I suppress another yawn. I defiantly needed sleep if I was yelling at people during meetings. Satisfied the plans remained only on my systems, I turn to leave the empty room and find Superman lurking in the doorway. I don’t have the energy for a half-assed apology only offered after being caught in the act. I glare at Clark as I head for the door, knowing he can tell even if I have the lenses down.
Clark works his mouth as he searches for the words, before blurting out. “Please don’t forget the interview, day after tomorrow, 11AM.”
Clark was blushing as he moved out of the doorway. Batman tossed him a ‘fine’ as he went passed. I can feel Clark staring at my back as I leave, though Batman doubts that’ll make Clark’s embarrassment go away. I allow my tired body to relax a little as I leave, planning on four hours of sleep before I go out on patrol. I really need to sleep now, before I missed something important!
Chapter 2
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