Fic: Collared I: Wild Thing (1/1)
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bradygirl_12Title: Collared I: Wild Thing (1/1)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: Bruce/Dick
Genres: Challenge, Drama, First-Time, Slavefic
Rating: NC-17
Claim: For the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
dcu_freeforall Challenge (Bruce/Dick)
Prompt: T 4; P 11: Scarecrow Gas
Prompt Count: (4/15)
Warnings: Explicit non-con. NOT between Bruce and Dick.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Bruce is desperate to erase the memory of his toxin-induced nightmare.
Date Of Completion: June 25, 2009
Date Of Posting: July 6, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1168
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: PLEASE heed the warning above. Non-con = rape.
Star Trek fans will recognize the first scene that I used to tell my story. There aren’t Trek characters in it, but the set-up is definitely from the show. However, you need not have seen The Cage/The Menagerie to understand this story.
This story is the first in the Collared series, and does depict an actual slave scenario in the first half, but further installments will be more of the D/s variety. However, if you’re looking for a conventional D/s relationship, you may be disappointed. Oh, the boys may play when Alfred’s away, but this series is more an exploration of the complex psychological needs of this couple that not many people outside of the Manor will understand.
The entire series can be found here.
“He’s a wild one, isn’t he?”
Bruce watched the boy…no, young man…dancing to the pulsing beat of the music, graceful and wild, wearing nothing but a short skirt of yellow, his biceps and forearms banded in thick gold, jewels of blue, red, green, and yellow sparkling as he moved. Similar bands encircled his thighs, and smaller bands were clamped around his wrists and ankles. A heavy collar of the same design marked him as Orion property.
Streams of glittering light followed his movements, bare feet nearly flying across the polished floor. The rich dark-blue silk tapestries formed a decadent backdrop as the Orion musicians played in a corner, their red satin jackets trimmed in gold.
The slaver leaned over with a leer, “A beauty, eh?”
He and Bruce were sitting on pink satin pillows, both clad in silk garments, the slaver in deep purple and Bruce in shimmering cobalt-blue, a heavy gold necklace resting on his chest.
Bruce didn’t answer the Orion. He watched the slender but muscular boy dance, shaggy raven hair falling into kohl-rimmed eyes, a perfect mouth flashing in a smile…?
“You can have him for a reasonable pile of credits.” The bald man’s voice was as oily as his leer.
Bruce’s heart was pounding, his eyes never leaving the dancer. The slave turned, Bruce’s breath catching as he was treated to the sight of the most perfect ass in the Universe. A thin gold strap slipped down between the round buttocks, cupping each one as the strap wound back to the front beneath the skirt.
The slave’s skin was not green as the native slaves were. The Orions were a species of different colors: green were the slaves, blue and pink the enslavers.
This boy was not an Orion.
The slave arched back, thrusting his hips forward as he tossed his head, a flash of a smile on his face, stunning Bruce.
Despite being a slave, this boy was taking joy in his dancing.
“He’s a wild thing in bed,” purred the Orion. “Takes the lash well and is extremely...flexible. Fit for a Prince.”
The slave danced closer, nearly on top of Bruce, skin glistening with oil and sweat. Tiny bells tinkled from his nipples, underlining the louder music that pulsed in Bruce’s body, tantalizing with the hint of treasures beneath that sunlit skirt, his sensuous grace setting Bruce’s blood afire.
The slave bent backwards as the music reached a crescendo, dropping to his knees before Bruce and bending forward, then looked up through his shaggy locks with the most startling-blue eyes Bruce had ever seen, going straight to his heart.
He hesitantly reached out a hand to cup the boy’s face, but couldn’t quite make himself touch.
The beautiful blue eyes looked at him with understanding.
Always understanding.
Need also shone from those eyes, and the boy took Bruce’s hand and kissed the palm.
Suddenly, he was pulled away, his arms reaching out, pleading…
“Too late, Prince. Now the wild thing will audition for his next Master,” chuckled the slaver.
Bruce watched in horror as the beautiful slave was dragged to stakes set in the floor, arms and legs yanked apart and chained, open and vulnerable, a long line of males leering and waiting eagerly…
The slave looked at Bruce with that pleading expression in his beautiful blue eyes…
“No!”
Bruce lunged forward but was held back by two of the slaver’s burly guards.
The horror welled up in him as each alien took the slave, the strap between his buttocks broken and tossed away as they roughly pulled him open, laughing and mocking as the music played, wild and jagged, the aliens splattering their seed on the slave’s torso and thighs, taking and claiming with teeth and cock, marking him, branding him, driving in deep and hard, the young man panting with exertion as still they came, one-by-one, some beautiful with silky hair and well-muscled bodies and others ugly and misshapen and tiny and squawking and then green hair and pasty skin, maniacal laughing as blood was drawn…
Another look of desperate pleading thrown his way, shame and hurt trailing down the young man’s cheeks in wet trails of silver, and the slave’s agonized scream tore at Bruce as he let out a howl of rage…
& & & & & &
He snapped awake, the sound of bat wings rustling far overhead. Movement shimmered at the edge of his vision, and then a face with beautiful blue eyes was smiling down at him.
Relief, desire, love swept through Bruce as a trembling hand reached up and touched the smooth skin, silvered with tears of joy, then his arms shot up and grabbed his beautiful young man and pulled him into a desperate but loving kiss.
Surprised, Dick pulled back slightly and looked into his eyes, seeing lucidity instead of dreams, and returned the kiss enthusiastically, climbing up onto the bed and wrapping his legs around Bruce, clothes coming off and falling to the Cave floor, Bruce grabbing Dick’s thighs in a bruising grip and mouths nipped and kissed and neither could get enough.
Bruce wanted…needed…to put his brand on Dick, his fears driving him on, trying to blot out the nightmare, of a long, endless line of males slavering to get at his young man, hurting him...he bit between neck and shoulder, then higher on Dick’s neck, rubbing his nipples, Dick moaning into his mouth. He grasped a strong hip and his other hand curled in Dick’s glossy dark hair, mouth plundering the younger man’s in a soul-shattering kiss. He needed to protect…
Dick rubbed up against him, their cocks touching and shooting electric sparks between them, his hands roaming over Bruce’s body, straightening up as hair hung in electric-blue eyes, sultry and wicked, Bruce cock jerking, and he thrust his hips up, Dick lowering himself on the rigid organ, pumping with strong thighs, skin glistening with sweat, arching his back, his throat exposed, a writhing wild thing…
With a growl, Bruce spurted into Dick’s body, shaking with toxin-induced weakness and his own passion, strains of haunting music in his head as Dick came next over Bruce’s stomach and chest, pleasure lighting up his beautiful face, and he dropped into Bruce’s arms as he slid off Bruce’s cock, the two of them panting in the bat-rustled silence, Dick looking at Bruce, love shining from his eyes.
He kissed Bruce, reached out for a towel and cleaned them up, then pulled up the blanket from the foot of the bed and covered them both against the dampness of the Cave. He fell asleep, exhausted from worry, and Bruce gently stroked his hair and face, then trailed a finger around Dick’s neck.
Tomorrow he would go into the vault and take out the jewel-studded collar with the family crest, ready for another generation of Waynes to lay a claim.
He fell asleep to the sound of the bats squeaking and Dick breathing, both of them holding on tightly, smiles on their lips.
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Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: Bruce/Dick
Genres: Challenge, Drama, First-Time, Slavefic
Rating: NC-17
Claim: For the
dcu_freeforall Challenge (Bruce/Dick)Prompt: T 4; P 11: Scarecrow Gas
Prompt Count: (4/15)
Warnings: Explicit non-con. NOT between Bruce and Dick.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Bruce is desperate to erase the memory of his toxin-induced nightmare.
Date Of Completion: June 25, 2009
Date Of Posting: July 6, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1168
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: PLEASE heed the warning above. Non-con = rape.
Star Trek fans will recognize the first scene that I used to tell my story. There aren’t Trek characters in it, but the set-up is definitely from the show. However, you need not have seen The Cage/The Menagerie to understand this story.
This story is the first in the Collared series, and does depict an actual slave scenario in the first half, but further installments will be more of the D/s variety. However, if you’re looking for a conventional D/s relationship, you may be disappointed. Oh, the boys may play when Alfred’s away, but this series is more an exploration of the complex psychological needs of this couple that not many people outside of the Manor will understand.
The entire series can be found here.
“He’s a wild one, isn’t he?”
Bruce watched the boy…no, young man…dancing to the pulsing beat of the music, graceful and wild, wearing nothing but a short skirt of yellow, his biceps and forearms banded in thick gold, jewels of blue, red, green, and yellow sparkling as he moved. Similar bands encircled his thighs, and smaller bands were clamped around his wrists and ankles. A heavy collar of the same design marked him as Orion property.
Streams of glittering light followed his movements, bare feet nearly flying across the polished floor. The rich dark-blue silk tapestries formed a decadent backdrop as the Orion musicians played in a corner, their red satin jackets trimmed in gold.
The slaver leaned over with a leer, “A beauty, eh?”
He and Bruce were sitting on pink satin pillows, both clad in silk garments, the slaver in deep purple and Bruce in shimmering cobalt-blue, a heavy gold necklace resting on his chest.
Bruce didn’t answer the Orion. He watched the slender but muscular boy dance, shaggy raven hair falling into kohl-rimmed eyes, a perfect mouth flashing in a smile…?
“You can have him for a reasonable pile of credits.” The bald man’s voice was as oily as his leer.
Bruce’s heart was pounding, his eyes never leaving the dancer. The slave turned, Bruce’s breath catching as he was treated to the sight of the most perfect ass in the Universe. A thin gold strap slipped down between the round buttocks, cupping each one as the strap wound back to the front beneath the skirt.
The slave’s skin was not green as the native slaves were. The Orions were a species of different colors: green were the slaves, blue and pink the enslavers.
This boy was not an Orion.
The slave arched back, thrusting his hips forward as he tossed his head, a flash of a smile on his face, stunning Bruce.
Despite being a slave, this boy was taking joy in his dancing.
“He’s a wild thing in bed,” purred the Orion. “Takes the lash well and is extremely...flexible. Fit for a Prince.”
The slave danced closer, nearly on top of Bruce, skin glistening with oil and sweat. Tiny bells tinkled from his nipples, underlining the louder music that pulsed in Bruce’s body, tantalizing with the hint of treasures beneath that sunlit skirt, his sensuous grace setting Bruce’s blood afire.
The slave bent backwards as the music reached a crescendo, dropping to his knees before Bruce and bending forward, then looked up through his shaggy locks with the most startling-blue eyes Bruce had ever seen, going straight to his heart.
He hesitantly reached out a hand to cup the boy’s face, but couldn’t quite make himself touch.
The beautiful blue eyes looked at him with understanding.
Always understanding.
Need also shone from those eyes, and the boy took Bruce’s hand and kissed the palm.
Suddenly, he was pulled away, his arms reaching out, pleading…
“Too late, Prince. Now the wild thing will audition for his next Master,” chuckled the slaver.
Bruce watched in horror as the beautiful slave was dragged to stakes set in the floor, arms and legs yanked apart and chained, open and vulnerable, a long line of males leering and waiting eagerly…
The slave looked at Bruce with that pleading expression in his beautiful blue eyes…
“No!”
Bruce lunged forward but was held back by two of the slaver’s burly guards.
The horror welled up in him as each alien took the slave, the strap between his buttocks broken and tossed away as they roughly pulled him open, laughing and mocking as the music played, wild and jagged, the aliens splattering their seed on the slave’s torso and thighs, taking and claiming with teeth and cock, marking him, branding him, driving in deep and hard, the young man panting with exertion as still they came, one-by-one, some beautiful with silky hair and well-muscled bodies and others ugly and misshapen and tiny and squawking and then green hair and pasty skin, maniacal laughing as blood was drawn…
Another look of desperate pleading thrown his way, shame and hurt trailing down the young man’s cheeks in wet trails of silver, and the slave’s agonized scream tore at Bruce as he let out a howl of rage…
He snapped awake, the sound of bat wings rustling far overhead. Movement shimmered at the edge of his vision, and then a face with beautiful blue eyes was smiling down at him.
Relief, desire, love swept through Bruce as a trembling hand reached up and touched the smooth skin, silvered with tears of joy, then his arms shot up and grabbed his beautiful young man and pulled him into a desperate but loving kiss.
Surprised, Dick pulled back slightly and looked into his eyes, seeing lucidity instead of dreams, and returned the kiss enthusiastically, climbing up onto the bed and wrapping his legs around Bruce, clothes coming off and falling to the Cave floor, Bruce grabbing Dick’s thighs in a bruising grip and mouths nipped and kissed and neither could get enough.
Bruce wanted…needed…to put his brand on Dick, his fears driving him on, trying to blot out the nightmare, of a long, endless line of males slavering to get at his young man, hurting him...he bit between neck and shoulder, then higher on Dick’s neck, rubbing his nipples, Dick moaning into his mouth. He grasped a strong hip and his other hand curled in Dick’s glossy dark hair, mouth plundering the younger man’s in a soul-shattering kiss. He needed to protect…
Dick rubbed up against him, their cocks touching and shooting electric sparks between them, his hands roaming over Bruce’s body, straightening up as hair hung in electric-blue eyes, sultry and wicked, Bruce cock jerking, and he thrust his hips up, Dick lowering himself on the rigid organ, pumping with strong thighs, skin glistening with sweat, arching his back, his throat exposed, a writhing wild thing…
With a growl, Bruce spurted into Dick’s body, shaking with toxin-induced weakness and his own passion, strains of haunting music in his head as Dick came next over Bruce’s stomach and chest, pleasure lighting up his beautiful face, and he dropped into Bruce’s arms as he slid off Bruce’s cock, the two of them panting in the bat-rustled silence, Dick looking at Bruce, love shining from his eyes.
He kissed Bruce, reached out for a towel and cleaned them up, then pulled up the blanket from the foot of the bed and covered them both against the dampness of the Cave. He fell asleep, exhausted from worry, and Bruce gently stroked his hair and face, then trailed a finger around Dick’s neck.
Tomorrow he would go into the vault and take out the jewel-studded collar with the family crest, ready for another generation of Waynes to lay a claim.
He fell asleep to the sound of the bats squeaking and Dick breathing, both of them holding on tightly, smiles on their lips.
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Date: 2009-07-07 03:34 am (UTC)Ok, first I have to say I LOVELOVELOVE the imagery of Dick dancing as a slave for Bruce in the beginning of this fic. So evocative. Second, Bruce claiming Dick for his own? Yes, please! :)
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Date: 2009-07-07 03:39 am (UTC)Ok, first I have to say I LOVELOVELOVE the imagery of Dick dancing as a slave for Bruce in the beginning of this fic. So evocative.
It seems to fit, doesn't it? ;)
Second, Bruce claiming Dick for his own? Yes, please! :)
In this 'verse, seems the Waynes have this little tradition. ;)
And Dick will be willing, because you know the needs of this boy. :)
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Date: 2009-07-07 06:25 am (UTC)I love the idea that he wakes up with love and relief in his heart, and that Dick understands what he needs and finds it a joy to give. Beautiful, and I love the idea of Bruce finding a collar to mark his claim. First in a series: how scrumptions!
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Date: 2009-07-07 03:15 pm (UTC)You may notice brief descriptions of some of Dick's attackers, a fear that must skirt around Bruce's mind quite a bit with all the Boy Hostage situations.
I love the idea that he wakes up with love and relief in his heart, and that Dick understands what he needs and finds it a joy to give. Beautiful, and I love the idea of Bruce finding a collar to mark his claim. First in a series: how scrumptions!
Yes, Dick is very intuitive when it comes to his Bat. :)
And the second story is being written in my head, and we'll see whether or not Dick is receptive to this little tradition of the Waynes. ;)
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Date: 2009-07-07 08:47 am (UTC)Great job, hon! :)
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Date: 2009-07-07 03:18 pm (UTC)Great job, hon! :)
Thanks, Dinah! :)
Yes, Bruce's dream started out great, but this is fear toxin, and so his fears took over.
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Date: 2009-07-07 09:04 am (UTC)The boys are at their most beautiful together.
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Date: 2009-07-07 03:20 pm (UTC)*beams*
Thank you, Louise! :)
The boys are at their most beautiful together.
Oh, yes. :)
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Date: 2009-07-07 12:31 pm (UTC)Loved it.
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Date: 2009-07-07 03:23 pm (UTC)Loved it.
Thank you, dear! :)
It was tough to write, I gotta tell ya. I worked over several of the scenes and really sweated it out during the rape scene. This is only the second time I've written a scene like that, so I was pretty nervous about its reception.
I'm glad the whole story worked for you, and there will be more to come when I get the chance to put it down on paper/type it up on-screen. :)
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Date: 2009-07-07 04:05 pm (UTC)LOVED the alien scene --very sexycreepy..lol
Im SO enjoying this, off to reread. LOVE B/D, thank u for my daily fix :-)
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Date: 2009-07-07 04:09 pm (UTC)LOVED the alien scene --very sexycreepy..lol
Im SO enjoying this, off to reread. LOVE B/D, thank u for my daily fix :-)
Thank you! :)
And there will be more to come! How can I (or Bruce) resist his Dickie with a collar? ;)
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Date: 2009-07-07 04:13 pm (UTC)More" IZ the magic word!
Im sitting here at work, procrastinating by reading your awesome fic, and Im trying to get across how much I adore your brain. There are MANY different interpretations of D/B, and really any B/D is good as it means more fic for me to read. BUT your version of them is one of my FAVORITES! Its like we are mentally conjoined or something....
:-)
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Date: 2009-07-07 04:29 pm (UTC)More" IZ the magic word!
Oh, yeah! :)
I hope to get at least a second part out while the Muses are hot, but I don't know when. The good thing about busy Muses? You write a lot. The bad thing? You have to try and squeeze everything in. ;)
Im sitting here at work, procrastinating by reading your awesome fic, and Im trying to get across how much I adore your brain. There are MANY different interpretations of D/B, and really any B/D is good as it means more fic for me to read. BUT your version of them is one of my FAVORITES! Its like we are mentally conjoined or something....
:-)
Should I be scared or flattered? ;)
But that's so cool! I love it when I can connect with other people with the same versions of the boys. They're a very complex couple, and our fandom is sometimes small around them, but we're fiercely loyal! :)
Oh, and be careful of anyone reading over your shoulder unless they are slavefic fans. ;)
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Date: 2009-07-07 05:20 pm (UTC)Guess u should be flattered, as there is no antidote for this...lol.
noone reading over my shoulder, LOL.
p.s. any hope of getting more of the broken bird fic? *bats eyelashes*
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Date: 2009-07-07 05:24 pm (UTC)Guess u should be flattered, as there is no antidote for this...lol.
Okay, flattered then. :)
noone reading over my shoulder, LOL.
*grins*
p.s. any hope of getting more of the broken bird fic? *bats eyelashes*
Heh. I don't know at this point. Maybe! I am kind of caught up in the newest series, and the other story wasn't meant to be more than a one-shot, but I've learned never to say never! ;)
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Date: 2009-07-07 07:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-07 09:54 pm (UTC)Thank you, Lyra! :)
I was ambivalent about the shift of emotions, but did think the ending would benefit from the horror that came before it, and considering the Scarecrow gas induced Bruce's fears, this could be very plausible as to what's lurking in the back of his mind!
Seeing Dick as a slave, well, that bodes well for the claiming in the future. ;)
What a sweet icon!
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Date: 2009-07-07 08:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-07 09:55 pm (UTC)It's definitely going to be fun for the future! :)
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Date: 2009-07-07 09:57 pm (UTC)Also, the beginning.
o///o
Hee.
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Date: 2009-07-07 10:00 pm (UTC)Thank you, m'dear! :)
Also, the beginning.
o///o
Hee.
*grins*
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Date: 2009-07-08 04:49 am (UTC)Bruce needing to protect Dickie when he wakes up just makes my heart go "awwwww!".
This is an impressive emotional piece and I love it!
Bravo, Brady! Bravo
-Singer
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Date: 2009-07-08 04:38 pm (UTC)I did enjoy writing the dancing. The scene after was pretty tough.
Bruce needing to protect Dickie when he wakes up just makes my heart go "awwwww!".
Protective Bruce is the best! :)
This is an impressive emotional piece and I love it!
Bravo, Brady! Bravo
-Singer
Thank you, Singer! :)
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Date: 2009-07-11 12:02 am (UTC)Wow, just... wow. That description of Dick in the first scene, was stunning and very beautiful, visuals are needed XD
*grins*
Know any good DC artists who would tackle the subject? :)
'exploration of the complex psychological needs of this couple' That sounds cool, I can't wait for more on this! Great work!
Thank you! The second installment is playing out in my head right now. ;)
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Date: 2009-07-11 12:45 am (UTC)*sighs happily* :)
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Date: 2009-07-13 07:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-13 11:51 pm (UTC)Thanks, Suki! :)
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Date: 2009-07-19 08:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-14 04:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-14 04:45 pm (UTC)Thank you, Saavi! :)
It definitely wasn't one of my fluffy bunnies. And Dick is always gorgeous! *nods vigorously*
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Date: 2009-08-31 02:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-31 05:25 pm (UTC)*grins*
Absolutely! :)
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Date: 2010-06-13 05:53 am (UTC)But I really love how he comforts Bruce when he wakes up :)
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Date: 2010-06-13 04:56 pm (UTC)I'd be worried if you thought this was pleasant to read! So your comments are very apropos.
But I really love how he comforts Bruce when he wakes up :)
First part = hurt, second part = comfort. :)
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Date: 2011-05-02 08:03 pm (UTC)This is absolutely excellent. The beginning is so sad and tragic (although I loved Dick's slave dancing and Bruce just being frozen while he watches), but the comfort Dick gives Bruce after he wakes up was so loving and gentle.
Of course, the need to claim and brand Dick as his own was wonderful and hot. So possessive and perfectly Bruce. :)
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Date: 2011-05-02 11:08 pm (UTC)LOL!
This is absolutely excellent. The beginning is so sad and tragic (although I loved Dick's slave dancing and Bruce just being frozen while he watches), but the comfort Dick gives Bruce after he wakes up was so loving and gentle.
I'll admit the first half was tough to write, but the second half helped. :)
Of course, the need to claim and brand Dick as his own was wonderful and hot. So possessive and perfectly Bruce. :)
That is Bruce in a nutshell! ;)