A/N: Been feeling lovey with this pairing so I wrote this short little story. WARNING guyxguy with graphic sexual language. Don't like don't read please.

"Bruce...", Clark whispered as the man gently kissed his lips. The kiss was gentle and slow. Bruce pulled away, looking into the Kryptonians deep blue eyes.

Clark could see nothing but love in Bruce's eyes, ironic. Many saw death when they looked into them, but Clark didn't. Clark saw an innocent man, a man whose life had shattered right in his eyes. A man who needed love and peace from all the madness he had to deal with on a regular basis. Clark had made out with Bruce before. It had been at the bat cave, after the supposed Jason Todd's death, Bruce had had severe emotional problems. Clark had tried to convince him that it hadn't been his fault, that it didn't matter how strong Batman was, he could never actually stop those that he loved from death. Bruce had been skeptical, telling Clark that he didn't understand. They had then started making out, Clark had made the move. Bruce had followed by, in surprise at first, but gradually went in. They had deepened there kiss, but then Bruce had broken it apart, saying that he couldn't go through it. Clark at that point had given up, much to the fact that Bruce seemed very straightforward about it. He had figured that at that point he wasn't going to crush on Bruce anymore. He was going to move on with his life and forget about that whole scenario. Until today. Today out of all days...

Clark was in his bedroom suite, lying on his bed reading the newspaper. He had just got out of the shower, so he only had his boxers on. He was absolutely relaxed and comfortable. It was nice to have a break from the league. His phone, which was on the counter began to vibrate. Expecting a mission he sighed. He never really felt like he had a break did he? He grabbed his Android and read the message. It was from Bruce, and his heart skipped a couple of beats. But then he quickly composed himself, telling himself to push those thoughts away. It was probably just a mission briefing at the bat cave.

Come to my place. I have several things to discuss with you.

Bruce

Clark sighed. It killed him to see Bruce and more importantly act like Bruce was just his ally. He wanted more than just an ally. More than just friends. He scratched his head, and got dressed.

"Master Wayne has expected you a while ago. Now please, this way Mr. Kent.", Alfred told him, leading Clark throughout the large manor. Clark didn't argue. Alfred was a man of stone, his expression was almost never readable and his voice seemed the same. He just followed the butler. They took a walk up a grand stair case, before finally reaching Bruce's room. Alfred opened the door.

"Mr. Kent is here for you sir.", Alfred announced.

"Good. You can leave us alone Alfred.", Bruce said from his bed. He was on his laptop, typing like a monster. He didn't have to hide his identity with Clark. Clark knew who he was and vice versa. But when Clark saw Bruce without his mask, in just casual clothing, Superman felt his heart beat faster. The gorgeous face looked young and alive. Muscular arms flexed as he moved in his tight black shirt. Clark could make out the outlines of his pecs. Then the lower part of his body...Clark could only imagine the dirty things he'd do with Bruce's pants off. He stopped though. He needed to focus.

"As you wish Master Bruce.", Alfred stated, and then closed the door behind him. Clark's heart beat even faster. He was in Bruce's bedroom. Even now he could easily smell Bruce's scent all over. It drove him nuts.

Bruce closed his laptop and set it aside on the counter. He sighed deeply.

"I'm guessing you don't know why your here.", he said. Clark shrugged.

"You don't have a mission?", Clark asked. He shuffled nervously. The scent of Bruce was overwhelming. He was beginning to fear that he would end up raping the bat.

"No. I have an apology.", Bruce stated very straight forwardly, looking Clark in the eyes. Clark's mouth fell open, a little surprised.

"What? What are you apologizing for?", Clark asked, taking a seat next to Bruce on the bed.

"For pushing you away. For making you feel like crap. I'm sorry. I don't want to push you away Clark. I want you to be with me.", Bruce said nonchalantly. Even without the batman armor, Bruce was still Bruce. But it didn't matter to Clark. He was in utter shock. This couldn't be true...their was just no way. Bruce edged closer to Clark, eyes never leaving his. Clark could feel Bruce's heart beating in fury yet he looked perfectly calm. Clark's eyes felt lost. He couldn't believe it. Even when Bruce put his hands gently onto his face, Clark still couldn't believe. The touch excited him. But more or less made him feel warm. Bruce's hands were so soft despite their rough history and they were nice and warm against Clark's cheeks. He felt his cheeks reddened and his eyes widened in lust.

"Bruce...", Clark whispered.

Bruce pressed his lips against the Kryptonians. The kiss was mesmerizing to Bruce; the sweet taste of Kryptonian brought back that memory when he and Clark had first kissed. Clark pulled him closer, wanting more. The kiss deepened, tongues grabbing at each other, and Clark running his hands around Bruce's bottom.

They broke apart for a few moments, looking into each others eyes, then continued, Clark slowly lying on his back, and Bruce lying on top of him. They wrapped their arms around each other tightly, kissing like no tomorrow, not wanting the moment to stop. Bruce was beyond excited. It was a feeling of happiness that had downed on him. A feeling that he hadn't felt in the longest time. And it felt good. It felt so good to know that he had made the right decision. Clark tightened his hold on Bruce's bottom. Bruce pulled away with a gentle smile.

"I should have known Kryptonians were so impatient.", he said. Clark flushed deeply.

"I've dreamt about this for so long...you don't understand Bruce...", Clark said quietly. How he would dream of lustfully fucking Bruce, hands in his hair kissing his neck, Bruce crying out his name in utter satisfaction. He thought he would never have it. Never happen.

"It's no dream anymore though.", Bruce told him, giving him a peck on the lips. Clark slowly shoved his hands into Bruce's shirt. Every toned muscle felt...soft to him, and warm like love. Clark ran his hands around Bruce's nipples, feeling them hardened. Bruce began to shudder with his breath. He hadn't done this in longest time; just the kissing and rubbing was driving his groin nuts. Clark removed the shirt, revealing Bruce's beautiful body. His eyes glared at everything. Bruce's body just looked so...right. Right for Clark. Bruce placed his hands on Clark's torso, running his hands slowly, feeling the strong bulging muscles. Clark ripped off his shirt.

"Show off.", Bruce told him.

"Only for you.", Clark told him. Then they lunched at each other, kissing profoundly. They rolled all over the bed, holding onto each other and messing up the sheets. Hot breath hit each others faces.

"I can't...I'll cum too soon. We need to get naked.", Bruce said, gasping for air.

"I'm perfectly fine with that.", Clark told him. He was going to rip off his pants, but Bruce stopped him.

"Why ruin the fun?", he teased, and slowly unzipped Clark's pants off. Through the tight boxer shorts, Bruce could see the large glorious bulge of Clark's cock. He bit the meat lightly, his heart racing.

"Nghhh...Bruce.", Clark moaned. Bruce pulled the boxers and pants off, leaving Clark nude. He pulled off his own pants and underwear.

"What the hell?", Clark question.

"Getting back at you for ripping your t shirt.", Bruce smiled. He grabbed Clark's cock, pulling the great length into his mouth, savoring the flavor...

A/N: Sorry but I had to leave this at a tease ;D

Spelling mistakes? Grammer issues? Please tell me:D I want to perfect my writing skills.

Reviews help:) and sorry if anyone was out of character and if this was too short.