A/N Lemons ahead. Read at your own risk ;)
Chapter 48
Bane reached for the light switch when he followed Bruce into their bedroom, but his boyfriend stopped him with a hand laid over his.
"You want them out," Bruce said gently.
"I - yes," Bane said with some embarrassment. "But I did not know - if you wished them on at first -"
Despite the darkened room, Bane felt himself blushing. Why did sex with the man he loved have to make him feel so uncomfortable? Pebbles of irritation began to swirl to the surface of his usually tranquil inner stream, mixing with long murky tendrils of seaweed from the past that usually consented to lay at the bottom of Bane's awareness where he preferred it, but just when Bane was about to be washed away in an eddy of self-loathing, he felt Bruce's hands caressing his sides.
"What I wish, love," the one-time Bat said, "is to make you feel as safe and cherished as possible," Bruce said, leaning forward and finding Bane's neck with his lips.
Bane let out a soft sigh as Bruce's hands continued to skim his waist. His lover's cock brushed against his the barest bit through their pants while Bruce continued to press soft kisses into his throat, inching his way up towards Bane's jaw.
"I am sorry," Bane couldn't help but say as he reached his arms up to encircle Bruce's neck, but he was immediately overridden by the little shushing sounds that began flowing out of Bruce's mouth.
"You never have to be sorry," Bruce promised him. "Not ever, baby," he said in a voice so tender that tears filled Bane's eyes as Bruce's kisses dotted his cheeks.
Bane wrapped a hand around the back of Bruce's head, threading his fingers through his Bat's hair as he pressed their foreheads together.
"Mi cielo," Bane said in a thick voice as wet as his eyes, "mi cielo - Bruce," he murmured against his lips before catching them in his own and pulling them into a kiss as sweet as Bruce's care for him.
"I do not deserve you," Bruce breathed out when they broke apart, "but I am so in love with you."
"You do not deserve me?" Bane chuckled softly. "Now who is speaking foolishness, mi amor?"
Bruce laughed a little bit, too, before finding Bane's hand in the dark and tugging him along towards the bed, which was their bed, now, and knowing that Bane would be sleeping next to him every night and waking up beside him every afternoon? Bruce couldn't begin to describe the heady effects of the effervescent joy that bubbled up in his heart at what he had to look forward to, and for the rest of his life, if he was lucky.
As the two men sat side by side, tugging off shoes and shirts, Bruce found himself rubbing his cheek against Bane's bulging shoulder much like a cat might show affection for its human.
"You made me whole again," Bruce said.
A low hum rumbled deep in Bane's chest.
"I helped, perhaps," he said. "But you did the work, Bruce."
"Does that mean I can't show my gratitude and appreciation to you?" Bruce asked Bane with a wicked smirk that easily bled through the dark into his voice as he turned and straddled Bane's hips, grinding down firmly now as he knelt over his lover's lap.
Bruce's fingers reached up and caressed the bald ridges of Bane's head as Bane said bemusedly, "I find that I am unopposed to a little appreciation, mi amor. You may proceed."
Bruce chuckled, but not for long, because his tongue was finding its way into Bane's mouth as he kissed him, slow and deep at first, but gradually becoming hotter and wetter as he rode his boyfriend, rolling his hips and teasing their cocks through their still clothed lower halves.
One of Bane's arms made its way around Bruce's waist, keeping him tucked tightly against himself as he moved, but Bane's other hand slipped into the back of Bruce's gym pants and began massaging his muscular, bare ass.
Bruce groaned into their kisses and, as Bane continued to knead his butt cheek, Bruce finally gave up on making out in favor of burying his face into Bane's collarbone and moaning with delight, enjoying the joint stimulation of his cock and ass while his arms clung to Bane's neck.
Bane growled against him and moved his second hand to Bruce's other cheek, now squeezing both globes and using his new grip to direct the movements of Bruce's hips as he continued to swivel and rock against him.
"God, Bane," Bruce mumbled against him with a smile.
"Indeed," Bane rumbled back with a soft laugh.
"Come lay down," Bruce grinned when his cock got a little too hard for comfort.
He leaned back slightly and cupped Bane's face with his hands.
"I want to get these pants off you," Bruce said.
"Gladly, mi amor," Bane smiled, so Bruce climbed off of him and tugged his own pants off and onto the floor while Bane moved towards the pillows at the head of the bed.
"Lift your hips up," Bruce instructed with a pat once Bane was settled comfortably.
His boyfriend groaned happily as Bruce stripped him bare and then sighed with contentment while Bruce crawled to the edge of the bed, searching in the dark for the lube and condoms he had stashed in the nightstand.
"So, I researched how to do this," Bruce said as he made his way back to Bane and cozily settled himself between his legs, "but I'm gonna want you to talk me through it so I don't hurt you," he said.
Bane chuckled.
"Of course my Bruce researched anal sex," he teased.
"Extensively," Bruce said very seriously. "A failure to plan means planning to fail."
"You could never fail at sex, mi cielo," Bane said softly, reaching a hand down until it met Bruce's and their fingers tangled together. "You yourself are the most important element to me. Performance is perfunctory."
"Baby," Bruce breathed out raggedly, pulling their joined fingers up to his lips for a kiss.
He'd never thought of himself as a mushy guy, even when he was with Talia, but Bruce felt his heart turning to absolute liquid that was leaking out of his eyes in a way that made him suddenly feel very glad, too, that the lights were off.
"You are crying?" Bane asked with delighted pleasure.
"Maybe," Bruce muttered with a sniff and a little laugh as he wiped his eyes with his free hand. "I love you," he said to Bane, crawling up his body to give him a tender kiss.
"Te amo," Bane murmured passionately, catching Bruce's head in his hand to keep him there for several more kisses until Bruce laughed against him.
"I could kiss you all night," he said, "but I'm really looking forward to fucking you."
"And I am looking forward to being fucked," Bane grinned back at him. "By all means, proceed."
Bruce was laughing again as he crept back down towards Bane's crotch.
"You are so good for me, baby," Bruce said, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Bane's thigh.
He lifted his head immediately after, though.
"Is that ok?" he asked with some worry. "I won't go anywhere near your cock. But if you don't like it, I don't have to do it."
Bane hummed in thought for a minute.
"I believe kissing my legs will be all right," he said. "I trust that you will not stray."
"Ok," Bruce said, caressing Bane's thigh with his hand now. "But remember, love, I want you to tell me right away if I need to slow down or stop at any time with anything, ok?"
"I will," Bane reassured him with more comfort than he had shown this morning in bed, and Bruce found his heart glowing warmer at Bane's growing ease with him.
He poured some lube into his hand and reached for Bane's cock, stroking it a few times to Bane's low groans until slipping his hand lower to massage Bane's taint while he cupped and squeezed his balls.
A smile lit Bruce's face as Bane's sounds of pleasure increased, but Bane's tiny whimpers and sighs erupted into a low moan when Bruce's wet fingers found his puckered asshole and gently began to circle the outer rim.
"Good?" Bruce asked with a grin.
"Very good," Bane growled with a little laugh.
"You'll have to do it to me sometime," Bruce said thoughtfully. "If you want to, I mean. No one's ever played with my ass before," he said.
"Really?" Bane said in disbelief, lifting his head up from the pillow a little bit in surprise.
"Really," Bruce chuckled. "The question of anal never came up between me and Talia and none of my hook-ups were exceptionally daring. They were mostly there for themselves," he muttered with a trace of bitterness, prompting a sadly sympathetic sound out of his boyfriend.
"You deserved more," Bane said quietly.
"Well, I wasn't offering more," Bruce sighed. "I deserved exactly as much as I got, I think," he said philosophically.
Bane hummed quietly as Bruce resumed his playful stroking.
"I suppose I received what I offered in the past as well," Bane mused. "Which makes me cherish this all the more," he said lovingly.
"Me, too," Bruce warmly agreed, bending his head to press another kiss to Bane's muscular leg. "You have no idea how happy you're making me right now," he said.
"I believe I have a small idea," Bane teased back. "Or a rather large one," he laughed, grabbing his hardened cock and nudging Bruce with it, making him chuckle.
"Can you flip over?" Bruce asked him a minute later after continuing to tease the outside of his asshole. "I want to massage your ass before trying a finger."
"As your internet directions have no doubt suggested," Bane smiled, willingly rolling over onto his stomach.
"Yes," Bruce smiled back. "I want to do it right."
Bane moaned as Bruce's strong fingers began to work on his butt muscles, kneading and squeezing Bane's frankly spectacular ass with pleasure as Bruce's own cock got even harder, too.
"That feels very right," Bane mumbled against his folded arms.
"Good," Bruce smiled, reaching for more lube and probing the outside of Bane's hole again before asking, "Can I try a finger?"
"Please do," Bane purred, inhaling with delight as Bruce's first digit slid in easily.
"Oh, fuck," Bruce whispered in awed delight as the soft heat consumed his finger. "That feels amazing," he breathed out as he began to slowly pump his finger in and out of Bane's ass.
"I concur," Bane chuckled, groaning suddenly and gripping the sheets when Bruce's finger probed deeper.
"Prostate?" Bruce asked breathlessly, but with a proud grin.
"Prostate," Bane moaned, chasing after Bruce's withdrawing finger with his ass until Bruce was plunging it back in again and hitting his sweet spot.
"God, baby," Bruce mumbled as he massaged Bane's left ass cheek with his free hand while continuing to stroke into him.
"You like this," Bane smiled in the dark, moaning again as Bruce answered with his fingers as well as his voice.
"I love this," Bruce said back wholeheartedly. "It's actually kind of like pussy," he laughed softly. "But better, because it's you, baby," he ended warmly, leaning down to kiss Bane's toned ass before giving into temptation and gently gnawing on a meaty chunk.
Some Spanish curses flew out of Bane's mouth in a hiss.
"Good," Bane growled when Bruce quickly let him go, unsure of the tone of his lover's reaction. "Very good," Bane added. "More."
Bruce smiled to himself and licked a long stripe up Bane's ass before chewing on a solid corner of his cheek. As Bane writhed under him, an idea struck Bruce and he switched fingers to put his thumb in Bane's ass so that he could grab his cock and balls with the rest of his fingers.
The cursing at the head of the bed got louder and decidedly more enthusiastic and Bane's flat palm began to pound on the mattress, making Bruce grin in triumph. Batman did like to excel at whatever task he undertook, after all, and by the sounds of it, he was succeeding.
Encouraged by Bane's reactions, Bruce slipped his thumb out only to apply extra lube to his fingers before gently working two into Bane's hole, while reaching under him this time to stroke his cock with his other hand.
"Bruce," Bane mumbled into the sheets. "Mi cielo, Bruce -" he groaned out as Bruce began stroking him harder.
"Do you want to come now or when I'm inside you?" Bruce asked as he kept working his boyfriend over.
"Inside me," Bane muttered. "I can wait."
"Should I add another finger?" Bruce asked as he let up on Bane's cock, and Bane grunted his assent.
"God, I love you," Bruce said in awe as Bane's hole willingly stretched open to accommodate the extra girth. "Fuck, baby, this is incredible," Bruce happily murmured, smiling in the dark as even more of his hand slipped into Bane's ass.
Bane moaned his agreement, meeting Bruce's fingers with his hips on each thrust while he sighed out incoherent sounds.
"One more," Bane muttered. "Then fuck me."
"Ok," Bruce smiled.
"Damn," he whispered when almost his entire hand was up Bane's ass. "You're so hot, baby," Bruce said, leaning down to lick and bite some more until Bane was panting out, "Enough! Please."
"Is it ok with you to roll over on your back?" Bruce asked him as he withdrew his hand and unwrapped a condom. "So I can kiss you while I'm fucking you?"
"Mi cielo," Bane breathed out, already rolling over in response to Bruce's request. "Please. Yes. I have never -" he started to say, but had to break off as emotion overwhelmed him.
"Never done it this way?" Bruce gently finished for him as he lubed up his cock, and Bane hummed in response.
"My first love," Bane sighed contentedly, drawing his legs up for Bruce, who carefully lined the tip of his cock up with his eager hole.
"My last love," Bruce replied with utter certainty and so much warmth as he slowly pressed in, sighing in relief as Bane readily accommodated him once he was past the outer muscle.
"Oh, fuck," Bruce groaned in delight as Bane's heat enveloped him. "Baby. Bane," he mumbled, pressing deeper until he was fully sheathed in his softly moaning boyfriend's ass.
"Bruce," Bane whimpered back, and holy fuck, the great and mighty Bane was whimpering underneath him and around him and Bruce felt absolutely drunk with love and power and victory as he reached forward to cradle Bane's head in his hands.
He kissed him, slow and sweet and deep with his cock nestled as deep inside him as it could go.
"Te amo, te amo," Bane whispered raggedly against Bruce's lips before he slowly withdrew his cock most of the way out.
"Ready, love?" Bruce asked gently.
"So very ready," Bane replied.
And then Bruce thrust into him.
Bane met him with his hips and a moan and then they were moving together as Bruce fucked him, slowly at first while he steadied himself with his hands on Bane's shoulders, his mouth hovering right over Bane's lips as their breath mingled together.
"I love you so damn much," Bruce breathed out, his voice sounding wrecked and ragged from the explosions of emotion in his once-dull heart that only a short time ago had seemed ready to quit altogether.
Bruce tipped his chin down and caught Bane's mouth in a wet kiss, sliding his tongue in and stroking a possessive caress that brought more whimpers and even little whines out of Bane's throat as Bruce kept making love to him, in their bed, in their bedroom, in Wayne Manor, which Bruce supposed they could now call Bayne Manor, and dammit, Harley needed to get out of his head when he was fucking his amazing, brilliant, compassionate, ridiculous boyfriend who made him laugh and let him cry and propped him up when he was ready to fall.
"What's funny?" Bane breathed up with a smile when Bruce couldn't contain his giggles.
"I thought we could rename the house Bayne Manor, with a Y," Bruce snickered as he moved inside the man who brought him so much joy, who was already chuckling with him and kissing him back, fiercely and delightedly and protectively, too, with one hand running through Bruce's hair and a thumb stroking over his cheek.
"Do not ever say again that you have no light," Bane playfully cautioned him in between moans of pleasure, "or I shall be forced -" he paused and groaned as Bruce hit his prostate really fucking perfectly -
"You'll be forced?" Bruce teased him back, grinding his hips into Bane's sweet spot with a relentless rhythm.
"Bruce - ¡Dios mío!" Bane exclaimed, throwing his head back onto the pillow.
"I shall be forced to remind you," he panted out to his increasingly passionate boyfriend, "when and how you came up with the name for our home."
"Baby, you can remind me when and how I came up with the name any damn time you please," Bruce growled out seductively, snapping his hips sharp and fast now while he reached down and began pumping Bane's cock.
"ꜟAyyy, que rico!" Bane shouted, his fingers tightening in Bruce's hair and pulling tight as he came, his cum exploding out of him onto Bruce's chest in a hot stream of pleasure.
Feeling his lover come for him combined with the added sensation on his scalp made Bruce moan and a second later he was coming too with his cock plunged deep inside Bane's ass, his hips shaking with the force of his orgasm while Bane trembled beneath him.
Bruce slumped forward and collapsed onto Bane's chest, drained but exhilirated, before pulling out and tying off the condom.
"Bruce," Bane mumbled into his hair as soon as he was snuggled back into his arms. "Te amo, mi cielo."
"Te amo," Bruce murmured back into his ear. "I love you, too. So much, sweetheart," he said, even though the words were inadequate for the avalanche of feelings in his heart.
Bane turned his head and kissed him, sweet and sure, and Bruce let out a happy little noise before nestling his head even tighter into Bane's neck. Bane hummed with pleasure and squeezed his arms tightly around his boyfriend, who had given him a home and a family and most of all, himself, and Bane's heart had never felt fuller.
Bruce lazily trailed his hand up to cup Bane's cheek as they cuddled in bed, gently stroking the side of his face and occasionally pressing little kisses into his neck.
"Baby?" he said after a long while of sleepy contentment.
"Yes, my Bruce?" Bane said back with a smile in his voice.
"Will you marry me?" Bruce said quietly.
Bane's breath caught in his throat and his whole body instinctively tightened around Bruce.
"Bruce -" Bane gasped out, sudden tears rolling down his cheek.
"You must turn the light on for such a question!" Bane tried to laugh, although his throat was constricted with emotion.
"Ok," Bruce grinned into him, pushing himself up and crawling over Bane to turn the bedside lamp on.
When he repositioned himself back over his boyfriend, Bane was staring up at him in wonder and awe with a look of such adoration and gratitude on his face that Bruce began crying, too.
"Dammit," Bruce muttered in mock annoyance, wiping his eyes and then his nose on his bare arm even though he was laughing, too.
"Ask again," Bane softly commanded as he sniffed and kept crying.
"Baby," Bruce said again, reaching up to cup Bane's face with both hands this time. "I love you more than anything and want you to be my husband, even though that means that we'll have to let Damian get his pilot's license," he said with a big show of reluctant horror.
Bane started to laugh, but there was still a hefty amount of tears mixed in.
"Will you marry me?" Bruce asked him again, gently stroking away some of the tears on Bane's cheeks with his thumbs.
"Yes," Bane immediately said with no hesitation.
"I would love nothing more than to become Bane Wayne," he rumbled up to his best friend and lover.
And then Bruce was smiling bigger than Bane had ever seen, his often sad eyes looking completely happy for once, and Bane was pulling him down into a flurry of passionate kisses that left them both breathless.
"We should get engagement bracelets," Bruce mumbled into his shoulder sometime later before they drifted off to sleep. "Like the friendship ones. But better."
"Ah," Bane said. "Yes. We are no longer BFHF."
"We still are," Bruce protested. "It's just not Best Friends Hopefully Forever anymore. It's Best Friends Husbands Forever," he smiled. "So we should wear something else until the wedding."
Bane chuckled.
"I believe that our Stephanie would groan in despair at your acronym," he teased.
"Would you?" Bruce asked with a grin.
"Never," Bane declared. "We shall use the bracelets I made for us instead of wedding rings," he beamed and Bruce giggled in delight.
And the fact that the once dark and gloomy Bat was giggling in his arms filled Bane with the proudest glow.
"In fact, I suppose that we can select a standard BFF bracelet to wear in the meantime," Bane said thoughtfully. "Best Fiancé Forever."
"Ooo," Bruce said eagerly, suddenly rolling over and bouncing out of bed. "I have some left!" he exclaimed, running over to his dresser and rooting around in the top drawer.
"Here," he said, dumping the handful of leftover bracelets onto the covers before climbing back in bed next to Bane. "Which ones?" he asked his fiancé.
"Are there any hearts left?" Bane asked him, picking through the pile.
"Dammit," Bruce grumbled when they had all of the jewelry spread out in front of them.
"No," he sulked. "We can order another one, I guess," he said, but he looked miffed.
"What about the sun and the moon?" Bane suggested, pulling out the coordinated pair of charms.
"That'll work," Bruce said, brightening up again. "I'm the moon, of course," he grinned.
"Now, Bruce, I have become the Dark Knight," Bane protested. "I should be the moon and you should be my sun, because you bring me light."
"But I like the dark," Bruce pouted. "You're the early riser."
Bane began to laugh, leaning his head against Bruce's before pressing a giggling kiss to the side of his face.
"Look, mi amor," Bane said. "There are two sets left of the sun and moon. We can each have both charms," he said.
"Ok, fine," Bruce grumbled. "But only because you insist I'm your light," he said reluctantly.
"And also because you promised to take me out on dates in the daylight," Bane smiled at him serenely as he opened the two packages of bracelets and began adjusting the sizes of the knotted cording.
"Well, I suppose that's a valid reason," Bruce sighed, but his eyes were sparkling, and when Bane slid a sun bracelet onto Bruce's wrist followed by the moon, Bruce's eyes were downright misty but his smile was huge.
He reached down and took off his flowered BFHF bracelet.
"I'll keep these safe until the wedding," he said sweetly to Bane, leaning forward to kiss him after Bane handed him his BFHF bracelet as well, before sliding the sun and moon bracelets onto Bane's wrist and sealing them with kisses.
"I will look forward to putting my bracelet on your wrist myself this time," Bane said tenderly, reaching out to stroke Bruce's face.
"I won't ever take it off again," Bruce promised him. "Even if we fight."
"Mi cielo, you may wish to take it off to clean it once in awhile," Bane teased him but Bruce just shook his head and laughed.
"No," he said. "You're stuck with me and my bracelet. Dirt and all."
"There are worse things," Bane said pragmatically.
As they fell asleep in each other's arms a little while later, Bruce reflected that there were many worse things, and he had experienced most of them. He didn't know why exactly God and the Universe thought that he was ready for better things now, but Bane would probably say that it was because Bruce had done the work, he decided.
Maybe the pillows were starting to speak to him after all, Bruce thought with some amusement as sleep overtook him.
Or maybe it was just his Bane.
A/N - Two or at most three more chapters to go! OMG you guys, so close to the end now!
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