Sleeping Alone
Clark/Bruce-ness. It doesn't have a real time set. Just sometime.
Disclaimer: Don't own, but do intend too.
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"Bruce…" came the sullen cry. Clark lay on his own bed, coated with sweat, spit and cum.
"…" Bruce looked over at him from the bathroom. He had cleaned himself and begun to dress.
"Why are you leaving?" He knew the answer, yet he still asked.
"I've got work to do." Came the quiet and curt answer.
"Alright." It wasn't alright. Clark couldn't remember one night with Bruce that didn't end up like this.
Another nod and the bat was gone. The Kryptonian stared after him. Why did he keep doing this to himself?
He could easily hold Bruce down and never let him go. Bruce would be upset… and maybe even use his kryptonite on the super man.
Clarks eyes dulled as a familiar aching pain filled his heart. 'Bruce doesn't care about you Clark, he just wants to keep you satisfied so that you never reveal him. He doesn't trust you. How could he? He loves…Selene Kyle, Dick, Time, Alfred. He'll never love you.' This voice of doubt filled Clark with a deep sense of longing.
The bat was always so untouchable.
Clark sighed.
'One day…'
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Please read and review. This is one of my earlier works…from about a year ago. I found it in a notebook.