Clark had given Damien the talk. Your dad is going through a rough time blah blah blah. At first he had been terrified, but it soon became apparent that Clark was getting used to interacting with his "son" so to say. It was time to get to business.
He made his way down the stairs. Bruce was sitting in the living room, reading a book.
"Bruce, when are we gonna tell the press?", Clark said, taking a seat across from him.
"I don't know..."
"Bruce we have to get this over with. The faster the better. We may as well give them what they want."
"Why?"
Silence.
"What's wrong Bruce?"
"What do you mean?"
"You're being very nervous about this. Your never afraid of anything. I'm starting to worry..."
Bruce put the book down and looked at Clark.
"Clark, I don't know if you've noticed but I have a large bounty on my head. Plenty of Gotham's criminals are after me. Some want to kill me while others want to sell me for high prices on the black market. Point is, and I'm not being offensive here Clark, just bare with me. You are going to be worth billions once you marry me and there will be a bounty on your head. Same with Damien. That is why I have always kept Damien a secret from society. I already lost Jason... Imagine how'd I feel losing my actual son?"
Clark rubbed the bridge of his nose and let out a deep sigh. He was slowly and surely starting to lose his patience with Bruce.
"Babe, your being way too paranoid. Damien and I are more than capable of defending ourselves."
"But the paparazzi! They'll be all over you wherever you two go!" Clark grabbed Bruce's hands.
"We will get used to it Bruce. All I know is that I love you. Okay? And I don't care what the world thinks of us. If they wanna hear our story, then they will. Regardless of the results." He narrowed his eyes to the book Bruce had been reading.
"Gay Sex...?"
Bruce blushed feverishly, pulling the book away from Clark's prying eyes. He tried to remain as stoic as possible.
"I'm just doing a bit of research on male to male anal sex."
"Oh?", Clark murmured. Did that mean Bruce was horny? He had to be. It had been a month...
Clark slowly ran his hand alongside Bruce's cheek, enjoying the soft tender feel of flesh. Bruce's skin was warm.
He pulled away. Clark's heart dropped.
"Bruce, what's wrong?"
"Don't you think we should save it?"
There was silence. Clark blinked. Was Bruce talking about their sex?
"What do you mean?"
"Remember our first time? How it was amazing and new? Well,...I was thinking. How about we hold off on having sex until our wedding night?"
Clark's eyes shot wide open. He hadn't heard correctly. There was just no way. No possible way!
"What..?"
"That way we can have it build up inside. Our sexual urges and everything else. It will be like our first time all over again."
"Bruce, our wedding is about a month away. There is absolutely no way I am not having sex with you until our wedding night. Don't speak of such horrendous things Bruce! It's only ten in the morning!"
"I just want to feel special on our wedding night that's all. I'm sure you can wait..."
"Uhmm no? In fact Bruce, I want to have sex with you right now. I've been wanting to have sex with you for the longest time now...ughhh, all that body heat and the way you moan my name... Yeah. There's no way were waiting a month to have sex.", and he threw Bruce onto the couch, getting on top of him.
"Get off of me Clark!", Bruce hissed looking menacing.
"No! I'm going to fuck you and your gonna like it Bruce!"
"It's ten in the morning like you said Clark. It's a little bit too early for all of this."
"Yeah, well we can do it again later. Now open your legs for me..."
"ALFRED!", Bruce screamed, trying to push Clark off of him. Alfred ran into the room and merely stopped in his tracks at the sight of the two.
"Master Bruce...? I can quickly set up the bed for you if you two want... It's more private there,..."
"By all means Alfred, please do.", Clark ordered, excitement and craziness in his young eyes.
Bruce folded his arms across his chest. He was clearly annoyed. He hated when Bruce got like this. He was like Damien!
"Shouldn't I have the right to love my fiancé..?"
Bruce didn't answer. Clark let out a deep sigh. No sex until their wedding night. He was sure he was going to die.
"Fine. Will wait until our wedding night." And he got off of Bruce and left.