Chapter Twenty-One

A/N: So, I completely screwed up in the last chapter because I wrote it as Doctor Yandell (the doctor that was going to handle the abortion) checking on the baby even though it should have been Doctor Harty (Bruce's obstetrician who is taking care of him during the pregnancy). I have now gone back and changed the name of which doctor it was. Sorry for anyone who might have been confused by that. I completely forgot it was a different doctor taking care of the pregnancy! The struggles of a long, multi-chapter fic…

"So, Bruce, I was thinking that I should tell my Ma, Pa, and Kara about the baby in the next few days," Clark says as he steps out of the car, carrying three bags in his hands. They decided to pick something up to eat after the doctor's appointment. "I just wanted to make sure that is okay with you first."

Bruce gets out of the car, as well, and Damian follows suit, still carrying and looking at the baby photo. He won't take his eyes off it and to be quite honest, Bruce finds it cute. Not that he would say that to the kid because that would only serve to make Damian stop and become defensive. "It's your family Clark and your baby." He hears Damian tsk lowly. "It's up to you when to tell them. Not me."

Clark sighs. "I know but we've been so secretive about it, I just didn't want to step on anyone's toes. I mean, even the Justice League don't know it's mine yet."

Bruce shrugs. "Family is different, Clark."

"I suppose."

All three get into the Manor and start heading towards the kitchen where they will eat. As they get closer, Bruce smells the distinct scent of two alphas coming from the kitchen. He sees from the corner of his eyes Clark smelling the air, the Kryptonian no doubt picking up the alpha scents as well. Finally, the three of them make it to the kitchen and Bruce is surprised to see who is there. "Ollie?"

Oliver smiles at him, his eyes darting from Bruce to Clark. "Hey, Bruce. Clark."

"What are you doing here?"

Oliver's eyes fall on Clark before he walks up to Bruce and pecks his lips. It takes Bruce by surprise and all he can do is scrunch his eyebrows in confusion. "Roy wanted to come and talk to Jason and I thought I'd tag along so I could see you."

"Uh, Bruce, do you know where Jason is?" Roy asks from where he is leaning against the island.

"Probably his room."

Roy gives him a nod and then walks past the group of them, heading for the stairs. Damian stands there, between Bruce and Clark, eyes narrowed at Oliver. He tsks, grabs his bag out of Clark's hand, and hands Bruce the baby picture. "I think I will go eat in my room." He, too, then leaves the kitchen.

Oliver watches Damian leave and then turns to eye the bags that are still in Clark's hands. "Please tell me one of those are mine. I'm starving."

"It's mine," Clark says, slight edge to his voice. Bruce eyes him warily, feeling the tension coming off of Clark in waves. It's confusing.

Oliver chuckles and pets Clark's bicep. "Don't worry, I was only joking. I'll just have Alfie make me something."

Bruce looks between them, tension suddenly pouring off Oliver as well. Both of their alpha scents increase and it makes Bruce a bit dizzy. "I'm going to sit down."

"Are you okay?" Both Oliver and Clark ask him as Bruce heads to the table. He looks back at the two, even more confused.

With a roll of his eyes and a heavy sigh, he sits. "I'm fine. I'm just tired from this morning. Being pregnant will do that to you."

"Do you need me to get you anything?" Both Oliver and Clark ask at the same time again. The two look at each other, their muscles tightening.

Bruce rolls his eyes again. "You two are ridiculous with this alpha posturing. I've said it before; I'll say it again. I'm pregnant, not helpless."

"Sorry," again they both say.

Bruce sighs. "Can we please eat?"

"Of course," Oliver says as he practically runs to the seat next to Bruce. As he sits, he gives Clark a victorious smile. Clark's alpha scent rises even more, the scent of agitation coming off strong as he sits down across from Bruce. Alfred comes into the room and Oliver asks for a sandwich. Clark hands Bruce his bag and the two of them start to dig their food out. It doesn't take long for Alfred to make Oliver's sandwich and the three are soon eating together. "So, what were you two doing?"

"I had a doctor's appointment and Clark came along."

"Are you all right?"

"Yeah, it was just to check on the baby since my fainting."

"And?"

"And the baby is fine," Bruce informs him. Clark sits there in silence. "I actually have a picture. Do you want to see?" Across from him, Clark starts to cough. Oliver and Bruce look at him. "Are you okay?"

"He's fine," Oliver says, waving Bruce's question off. "He's invulnerable and doesn't actually need to breathe. He can't die from choking."

"That doesn't mean it's pleasant," Clark snaps at Oliver, taking a sip of his water.

Oliver holds up his hands in a placating gesture. "Hey, I was just saying."

"Well you didn't need to."

"Okay, that's enough you two. Clark, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Clark grumbles, looking away.

Oliver turns to Bruce. "I would love to see the picture."

Bruce hands the picture of the ultrasound over to Oliver and an earsplitting smile forms on his face. "It's too early to tell what the gender is but-"

"No it's not."

Bruce's head snaps to Clark's direction. "What?"

Clark looks away and down. "I know what our baby's gender is."

"How?"

"I read online that during the thirteenth week of pregnancy, differences in the baby's gender starts to appear." Clark shrugs. "So I checked and… and well, the internet was right."

"And you didn't tell me?"

"I didn't know if you wanted to know."

"You could have asked."

Clark sighs, slumping. "I know, I should have, but… I thought…" He sighs again. "I wanted to keep it to myself because I thought it could be something that just I knew. Something special that was mine, just for a little while until you found out by either asking me to check or by the ultrasound." Clark hangs his head. "I'm sorry."

"That's selfish of you Clark," Oliver says, leaning back on his chair and placing a hand on Bruce's shoulder. Clark slowly looks up at Oliver, glare set in place. "You don't just keep something like that from the one who is carry your child. It's a dick move."

Clark's hands suddenly come slamming down onto the table as he stands, growl emanating from deep within his throat. He glares at the other alpha as Oliver flinches, probably not meaning to do so. Bruce notes Clark still controlled himself enough to not damage the table. "I know it was but you know what, Oliver? I've been a pretty shitty friend lately." Clark picks up the rest of the food he hadn't eaten, shoves it back into the bag messily, and then walks out. Bruce doesn't stop him.

Silence descends on them and Bruce stares at the spot where Clark's hands once were. He should have stopped him from leaving. "Why did you say that?"

"Because it's the truth?" Oliver says, sounding confused.

"You didn't have to say that."

Oliver takes his hand off Bruce's shoulder and leans back onto the wall, facing Bruce. He crosses his arms. "Of course, Bruce Wayne always defending Clark Kent who can do no wrong. I mean, of course, you're on his side."

"Oh bullshit Oliver," Bruce retorts angrily. "I do not always defend Clark and you know that." Oliver rolls his eyes and Bruce closes his, taking a deep breath to calm himself. "Look, Oliver, I'm not mad at Clark for keeping the baby's gender from me."

Oliver looks surprised. "You're not?"

"No. I kept the baby from Clark for a week and was going to keep it from him forever. I can't fault Clark for wanting to know this little piece of the baby himself and only him. Especially since he's right. I would have eventually either asked him or found out during an ultrasound. I don't care that he wanted something… special from this whole mess."

"Bruce, I'm sorry, okay? It pissed me off and I didn't realize it didn't piss you off too. It's just, I would have never done that to you."

"Ollie," Bruce says. "You don't know what has happened between Clark and I. It's… it's complicated and… and complicated," Bruce finishes with a tired sigh. "Please, just next time, just leave it to me to handle."

Oliver nods. "Okay, I will." Oliver smiles at him. "But just so you know, I still would have never had kept something like that from you."

Bruce huffs a laugh and Oliver chuckles, leaning over and kissing his cheek.

...

Bruce knocks on Jason's door and when he doesn't get an answer, he walks in. Jason is sitting on the edge of his bed, legs crossed and staring down at his hands that are fidgeting with his fingers. "Has Roy left?"

"Yeah."

"Are you okay?"

Jason shrugs, still not looking up. "I'm fine."

"You want talk about it?"

"Not really." Bruce nods and then turns to leave, giving him a brief sympathetic smile. "Bruce?" Bruce stops abruptly and turns back around. "How do you do it? Love someone who doesn't love you back?"

Bruce thins his lips in thought, not having expected such a question. "I take it one day at a time." He pauses and then says, "And I apparently get pregnant by them."

Jason chuckles, finally look up at him. His eyes are red but Bruce doesn't point it out. "Did you just make a joke?"

"I think I did, yeah."

Jason laughs some more. "Yeah, well, I guess I don't have to worry about getting pregnant from Roy huh?" Bruce stays quiet, knowing how much of a big deal for Jason to say that and not wanting to ruin it by scaring him off. Not only has he admitted to Bruce that he loves someone, but that he is also gay. "Don't uh… don't tell anyone I said that."

Bruce nods again. "Never. You have to do that on your own time." He watches Jason as the alpha bites his lip. "You sure you don't want to talk about it? If not with me then with Alfred at least?"

"I'm sure."

"Okay." Once again Bruce turns and starts to leave the room.

Once again, he is called back. "Maybe later."

Bruce twists to look back at Jason but Jason isn't looking at him and leaves it at that. "Later works." He then leaves, shutting the door behind him. He makes his way towards his own bedroom and walks in, shutting the door behind him again. Oliver is sitting on his bed, right where Bruce had told him to wait. Bruce goes and sits down next to him, closing his eyes. "I could use a nice back massage."

Oliver chuckles. "Is that a hint for me to get massaging?"

Bruce peeks his eyes open, smirking at Oliver. "What do you think?"

Laughing, Oliver directs him to take his shirt off and to lie down on his stomach. Then, Oliver straddles his thighs, beginning to massage Bruce's back. "How did your conversation with Jason go?"

"Fine. Roy left."

"Thought so. He wouldn't stick around for me." Bruce hums in agreement. "And Jason is okay?"

"Why wouldn't he be?"

He hears Oliver shrug. "Just wondering. Roy was very vague about what he wanted to talk to Jason about. Do you know?"

"Nope," Bruce lies, already having suspected what it was about just from Jason's demeaner. "Jason won't tell me either."

Oliver lets out a breath. "Our boys and their mysteries." Bruce hums in agreement again. "So, how much of a massage do you want?" Oliver asks, a slight hint of something present in his voice.

A smile forms on Bruce's face and he twists around until he is lying on his back. "That's good for now." He reaches up and pulls Oliver down by the neck until they are kissing deeply. From there, things take the fast road.

After Oliver has Bruce's shirt off, he kisses down Bruce's chest until he reaches a nipple. He wraps his mouth around the bud and starts to suck. Bruce groans and pushes Oliver's head away. "What? What's wrong?"

"That hurts."

"Sorry."

"No, it's fine. You didn't know. Just-" Bruce cuts himself off as he feels something drip down his chest. He looks down and sees a white liquid dripping from his nipple down to his upper stomach. His mouth hangs open.

"Is that… is that milk?" Oliver asks, eyes wide and eyebrows up.

Bruce groans, covering his face. "Oh, God!"

Oliver starts to laugh and peels Bruce's hands away. "No, it's okay. You don't need to be embarrassed."

"I'm not," Bruce explains. "I just didn't think I would start yet. I read that you can start in your fourteenth week but I thought since this is my first pregnancy, that it would be later. Now I have to worry about that too."

"Well, for now, at least you don't have to worry about it." Oliver then hesitates. "Can I… can I taste it?"

"You want to what?" Oliver shrugs and Bruce rolls his eyes. "Fine but no sucking. It hurts too much."

Oliver leans down and swipes his tongue from where the milk had stopped rolling, all the way up to Bruce's nipple. He continues to lick around the bud even long after the milk has been cleaned up, stimulating Bruce. When he's satisfied with that, he continues his journey downward until he reaches Bruce's pants. Before taking Bruce's pants off, however, he takes his own shirt off. Then he takes his pants and underwear off along with Bruce's. They both stare at each other.

"You look beautiful." Bruce grumbles and Oliver laughs some more. "Don't like that? How about handsome?"

"Better." Bruce drags his eyes up and down Oliver's body. "You look handsome as well, Oliver." Bruce rests his gaze on Oliver's hard cock. "And very endowed I see."

"Now you're embarrassing me."

Bruce laughs. "I never would have thought Oliver Queen would be embarrassed in bed."

"That's because it's you." He leans down and starts kissing Bruce again, their tongues meeting and swirling around each other. Oliver reaches down between Bruce's legs, prodding at Bruce's hole. He pulls back suddenly, sitting down on his calves. "You're not wet."

Confused, Bruce reaches down between his own legs, searching. His fingers come back dry. When he looks at Oliver, he sees that the alpha is squirming, looking uncomfortable and slightly hurt. Bruce quickly shakes his head. "No, Oliver, it's not you, I swear."

Oliver covers up his uncomfortableness with a chuckle. "Then what is it?"

"Pregnancies can sometimes either heighten or hinder the libido. That's all that is going on right now, I promise." He sits up and cups Oliver's face. "I really want to do this Ollie."

Oliver bites his bottom lip and studies Bruce's face. Finally, he says, "Then I guess we are going to have to use some artificial lubricant. Do you have any?"

Bruce shakes his head. "No, but I think Dick might. He's not here right now so you can just go into his room and get it."

"That's… a little weird but okay." Oliver gets up off the bed and pulls on his pants. "Be right back."

As Bruce sits there waiting for Oliver to return, he looks down at himself. He is hard but he just won't produce any slick. Licking his lips, he closes his eyes and thinks about Clark. He thinks about Clark being naked, he thinks about Clark's hard cock, he thinks about Clark fucking him hard and fast, and he thinks about Clark's knot. A wave of heat rushes through Bruce's body and he feels a bit of slick form between his legs. His eyes snap open. "Shit."

"Okay," Oliver says, suddenly coming back in. "Your son is pretty devious. He has cherry flavored, banana flavored, and even strawberry flavored lube in his bedroom. Luckily he also had some regular stuff so I just took that." Oliver climbs back onto the bed and Bruce swallows. "You ready?"

Bruce leans forward and kisses Oliver hard. When he pulls away, he says, "Ready."

He lies back down onto his back and spreads his legs. "So, like, I've never actually slept with anyone who wasn't an omega and all the omegas I have been with never required lube, so I'm not sure how to use this. Have you slept with others that weren't alphas?"

"Only one with Catwoman but she's a beta. Still, we needed to use lubricant on her." He motions to the bottle, trying to force himself to relax and focus on Oliver instead of his body's response to Clark. "Put some on your fingers. A lot." Oliver does what is instructed. "Start with one finger and then work your way up. Go slow. Without my natural lubrication, this can hurt a little bit."

"What?"

"Don't worry, it'll be fine if you put enough on your fingers."

Oliver still looks skeptical but does line up his finger with Bruce's entrance. He pushes the digit in slowly, starting a slow pace. Before adding another finger after a few minutes, he grabs the lube bottle and pours some more onto his fingers and some onto Bruce himself. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Bruce pants, his body finally starting to respond better to Oliver. He can no longer tell if what is between his legs is still just the fake lube or if it's his natural stuff with it. He doesn't bother asking. "Hey, Ollie?" Oliver hums, his concentration solely on his fingers pumping in and out of Bruce. "Why were you acting so weird around Clark?"

"I needed to show him you were mine."

"Because you're both alphas?"

"Because he loves you."

Bruce's mind short circuits and then he starts laughing hysterically. "Ollie, Clark doesn't love me."

Oliver pulls his fingers out and crosses his arms. "Yes he does. Why else would he have slept with you?"

"Because I was in heat."

"No, an alpha that is around an omega that is in heat can still control themselves enough to get away from said omega and possibly go fuck someone else, preferably their mate. Your heat didn't make Clark sleep with you."

Bruce sighs and sits up. "Oliver, he's a Kryptonian alpha. Kryptonian alphas respond completely differently than human alphas. Clark and I already established that long before we had sex."

"He certainly acts like a human alpha when he's reacting to other things."

Bruce shakes his head. "Because not everything is different. Ollie, Clark has Lois. She's his mate. He loves her. He doesn't love me. You don't need to worry about him." Bruce kisses him. "And you don't need to worry about me either because I know you're thinking it."

Oliver pounces on him, pushing him back so he lies down again. Oliver holds his wrists above his head. "I trust you. I don't trust him."

"Ollie," Bruce groans but that's where Oliver decides to end the conversation by pushing three fingers into Bruce. This time, when Bruce groans, it's with pleasure.

Oliver takes his time in prepping Bruce but eventually Bruce must let him know he's ready. Oliver pulls his fingers out, rolls Bruce onto his stomach in which Bruce then gets up onto his hands and knees, then lines his cock up. He pushes in slowly, as if he's still afraid to hurt him. Bruce bites back a moan at the intrusion and pushes back onto Oliver, sinking the alpha's cock deeper into himself. This seems to take Oliver by surprise because he gasps, grabbing a hold of Bruce's hips and snapping his own forward. "Sorry. Sorry, are you-" he gulps noisily. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Ollie, just fuck me already."

Oliver makes a strangled noise and then starts up a brutal pace, fucking into Bruce hard and fast. Bruce grabs a hold of his cock, wanting to come from that in order to just focus on the better orgasm of the two. He strokes himself quickly, shaking when he finally does reach his climax through his cock. His arms become weak and they collapse under him. Bruce falls face first into the mattress, changing the angle that Oliver's cock strikes in him. Now he keeps hitting Bruce's prostate, causing Bruce to shudder with each inward stroke.

"Bruce," Oliver rasped breathily. "Bruce, can I knot you? Can I?"

Bruce somehow manages to shake his head, sweat dripping down face and causing his bangs to stick to his forehead. "No. No knot."

"What?" Oliver asks but doesn't stop his thrusting.

"No knot," Bruce breathes.

"Okay. Okay. Then please tell me you're close because I'm going to come soon and I can't stop myself from knotting you once that happens."

"Close. God, Ollie, I'm so close." Bruce breathes heavily, closing his eyes. "Please, please, oh fuck yes!" Bruce cries out, his whole body quaking as pleasure courses through him in multiple waves.

"God, Bruce." He feels Oliver pull out of him and then wet, sticky come splatters him on the back. Bruce, in his haze, looks behind himself to see Oliver stroking his cock with one hand while the other is wrapped around his knot. Bruce turns back around and allows himself to go limp, his hips falling to the bed. The bed shifts as Oliver lies down next to him. "For someone who had a hindered libido, that sure was sexy."

Bruce doesn't respond and only closes his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Oliver's hand stroking his back. "How long does your knot normally last?"

"Twenty minutes, give or take."

Bruce's mind unhelpfully supplies him with the remembrance that Clark's knot lasts a full thirty minutes. Bruce hums as a response to Oliver, ignoring his own thoughts. He should be focused on Oliver right now, not someone unattainable. "I think I'm going to fall asleep," he tells Oliver.

"Would you like me to get you anything?"

He shakes his head. "No, just stay here."

He can practically hear Oliver's grin. "No problem, Bruce." A kiss is placed on the back of his neck.

A/N: Smut galore. ;)

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