Chapter 10: A Night in Metropolis

"Another beer? " Clark offered his colleague.

The woman didn't even look up to answer him.

"Uh... yeah, please. "

The Man of Steel complied and went into his kitchen. Since returning to Metropolis, he and Lois hadn't really had time to work on their Cadmus file. They had been busy interviewing Lex Luthor for the opening of his new clinic or chasing a scandal about a crooked politician. As soon as he took over, he hadn't had time to breathe. And it had already been a week and a half.

Because they'd just finished a joint story on an entire arms trafficking ring that had led to their arrest, he and Lois had wanted to celebrate. By working again on the Cadmus file. So their evening had ended in beer and pizza with their file. Clark had already written down the various pieces of information he'd gathered via Gotham's homeless network, and while they'd managed to isolate some of the warehouses in the harbor, they still didn't know exactly where the truck was leaving from.

"This company is also clean. So we can forget about those warehouses. "

Clark handed the drink to his colleague and came to sit next to her, also looking at the map of Gotham harbor that had just been laid out.

"This part we can cross off too. This is the part of the old Gotham Harbor where there is nothing left. "

"Are you sure about that? "

He checked the spot on the map and pointed it in his direction.

"I'm sure. That's where my informants are, they would have seen them for sure. "

She nodded and scratched the area indicated. They still had many areas to go. She sighed.

"We can't do it with the logos on the containers. We need to get a list of names of people who rented containers. "

"That's out of our league, Lois. We've broken the law a lot of times just to get the information we have. "

She turned to him completely.

"So explain to me, Smallville, how you plan to conduct your investigation without breaking the law? "

Clark couldn't think of any other way. He put down his beer and looked out the window, pulling his phone out of his pocket, tapping it on his fingers, then finally deciding to put it away.

"I may have an idea. If it works, we'll have the list in a few days. "

The young woman gave him a suspicious look:

"What idea? "

Clark gave her a petty smile.

"Top Secret Miss Lane. I have to preserve my sources. "

Lois was the first one to come up with that kind of excuse, especially to hide the fact that Superman was assisting her.

"So let's do this. Shall we finish the list we have first? "

He nodded and sat down at his computer.

Clark and Lois spent their evening sifting through every piece of information they could find on the companies that had containers in Gotham Harbor, and wrote down in a notebook which companies were shady or might be the target of what they were looking for. They were repeatedly surprised by their findings or stuck, so even though they had managed to sort out some areas of the port, they still had a lot of work to do.

The reporter left him late in the evening, leaving him alone with the file. He had been really tempted to venture into the Cadmus labs several times with his cloak. But he didn't know what he might run into, or what he might discover. Besides, if Superman started spying on the science buildings, a lot of people wouldn't like it.

He looked at his phone for the umpteenth time, to see if he had news from Bruce. Since that last time at the Manor, they hadn't seen each other. They'd only exchanged messages for formalities, like when he was supposed to pick up his stuff, or that they'd arranged to meet at HQ with other members to talk about this "Injustice League" that seemed to be building up in the shadows.

Even this serious topic couldn't bring him back down to earth. He kept thinking back to that moment in the hallway of the mansion with Bruce in his arms. The Bat had managed to drive him completely crazy about him. He was unable to think of anyone else, anything else. Everything he did brought him back to thinking about himself and he felt like he was losing his mind completely.

He had the urge to fly to Gotham and join Bruce, who was probably walking the streets of Gotham by now. He was literally going crazy. The more he thought about it, the more he built scenarios, excuses in his head to see him again when he knew he didn't need to. All he had to do was pick up his phone, give a time and place and see him.

And yet he didn't. He didn't want to jump in again, because he doubted how Bruce would react. He wasn't sure how he would react if they went further. He didn't even know how he would himself react. This would be the first time he had an affair with someone who really knew him, who knew who he was and the extent of his powers. It would be the first time he wouldn't feel like he was lying to someone in such an intimate relationship.

He changed clothes and, with his cape on his back, took off to patrol the streets of Metropolis. He responded to petty theft and attempted burglaries and ventured to other cities, trying not to stray too far from the United States for once. He planned to make a big loop, and why not go back to Smallville before returning.

Occasionally, he would pass by the farm on his way home. When something was bothering him for too long, he would stop at his father's grave and take time to reflect on it. But that day, he just flew over them and then went home. He stayed outside for nearly three hours before returning. The rest of his night was going to be short.

As usual, he returned home through the window that looked out on the wall of a building with no windows, and whose alley was not very busy. It was through this same window that other masked people passed, including the Robins and Bruce himself. So he paid no attention when his window was more open than usual. Perhaps he should have.

It was only a few seconds later that he heard something with his overdeveloped hearing. He could recognize that heartbeat among a thousand. He smiled, keeping his senses alert as he felt it move around his apartment.

"You should be more careful. "

This time, Clark couldn't contain himself. He was so tense that as soon as the Bat stepped out of the shadows, he reached out and kissed him.

"Who says I didn't know you were here? "

He felt Bruce's hand run through his hair.

"It took you a while to smile. "

Clark hugged him tightly. Bruce was in his suit and he pulled down his hood to run his fingers through his hair as well.

This time they were alone in the middle of the night. No one was likely to disturb them. They had plenty of time. He unbuckled the Bat's belt and stepped away from him to lay it on his couch, before making a quick inspection of Bruce's body. No cracked ribs, broken bones or scratches. His armor looked like it had absorbed the blows well.

Bruce came back to kiss him again, searching the edge of his suit, just above his belt. He felt his warm hand slide over his skin and caress his hip with his thumb, with slow, gentle strokes. Everything was slow and gentle. It was nothing like their previous embrace. Clark enjoyed every moment of it. He wanted to take it slow too, to enjoy Bruce as much as possible. He took his time tasting his lips, his jaw line, the skin of his neck.

He caressed the back of his neck with his fingertips, aware of the chance that was offered to him. He plunged his nose into Bruce's neck and took a deep breath, searching for the edge of the top of his suit in turn. He enjoyed the shivering it caused on the person concerned, his deep breathing, his smell.

Clark eventually guided him to his room. Slowly, they removed the top of their suits, taking their time to admire each other's bodies, one revealing smooth, perfect skin, the other a skin riddled with scars of all kinds. The Kryptonian slid his fingers over the biggest scars, which he had had the opportunity to see up close without being able to touch them in this way. Some were old, others were those that Alfred had treated during their years as a vigilante. They all had a story, revealed something of Bruce's past, of his life. Clark had nothing like that.

"You're beautiful, Bruce," he whispered, barely audible.

The Bat grabbed his hand to stop him.

"Kal... "

The man looked up sharply. Except for Diana, no one called him by his Kryptonian name when he wasn't wearing his costume. To be called that in such an intimate setting, it aroused something strange in him. Bruce sensed his confusion. He wanted to do something about it.

Pushing the journalist against the wall, he hastened to kiss him with ardor, in a first goal to bring back the kryptonian on Earth. He succeeded in without difficulty, when he felt the other firmly grasp his hips, introducing his tongue into his mouth. Bruce lost himself in the exchange, forgetting his original intention. He was more occupied with feeling Clark's skin rubbing against his, their erections compressed in their suits rubbing together as they began to move their pelvises.

They were both quickly losing control of the situation, carried away by the desire that had been driving them for far too long. Bruce had never thought that one day he would desire a man. Nor that he would want him so much. Clark had been able to break through the barriers he'd erected between the world and himself, and reach out to him like no one else had before. He had denied it for so many years, letting the Kryptonian continue to break through his armor. And subconsciously, he'd realized what it meant to him when he'd lost it.

Clark let out a groan of surprise as Bruce bit his lower lip and began to run his tongue down his neck. It was intoxicating. The Bat couldn't figure out exactly when his gaze for Clark had changed. When he had begun to desire him, to enjoy his presence so much that it was vital to him. At what point did he let this man become so important in his life.

He heard Clark take a deep breath as he began to suck on his nipple, trembling slightly against it. Bruce had to admit, it was more than satisfying to make such an effect on the great Superman. And also terribly exciting.

The reporter didn't hold still for long. As soon as the Bat had left his nipple, he tackled him against the wall, surprising Bruce with his quickness of action. And he didn't mind, strangely enough. In front of him, Clark looked at him with a certain greed, his eyes black with desire. The image made him shiver in spite of himself, far from being insensitive to such a look.

"You have no idea the power you have over me... "

Clark's whisper was almost imperceptible. He buried his face in his neck and kissed him eagerly, sucking, licking his skin without stopping for a second, while his hands were busy working their way under his pants. The next moment Bruce found himself completely naked and, the next gust of wind, so did Clark.

This time Clark didn't take the time to look at him. He couldn't take it anymore. Then he did something that Bruce never thought possible in his life, or even imagined for a second. Superman knelt down in front of him. The sight made his wet sex twitch, which was now level with the Man of Steel's face.

Bruce groaned once in spite of himself, as Clark took a firm hold of his sex. Then he moaned a second time as Clark ran his tongue along his penis and took it into his mouth. The billionaire thought he was living a daydream, as he would never have believed it possible in his life. He could not believe it. Superman, the strongest man in the world, was at his feet and giving him the best treat of his life.

He let out a moan of pleasure as Clark began to accelerate, and exerted more pressure with his mouth. Le Bat thought he wasn't going to last. His breathing became more than ragged as he felt the pleasure rise, making him slightly dizzy as he buried his hands in the brown curls. And as the pleasure mounted, the pressure and speed grew stronger. He was on the verge of cumming. He didn't want to finish so quickly.

"Kal... "

His voice hoarse with pleasure, he thought that saying his Kryptonian name would confuse him. But Clark, on the contrary, sped up even more. Bruce felt he would cum in the next few seconds. Gathering all his strength, he threw back the head of the Kryptonian, who left his member with a final sucking sound. This last one did not seem to appreciate the maneuver whereas it rose again.

Clark wiped his mouth with his arm, his eyes even more fiery than before. Bruce had mistakenly believed that for a moment he had been in control. But now he realized that he had been wrong about everything. That in the story, it was not him who would have the upper hand.

At first intimidated by something he had never done, and out of sheer pride as well, Bruce was reluctant to go any further. He relented, however, when Clark guided him to the bed and laid him on his stomach, immediately moving in to kiss the back of his neck. He must have sensed his confusion because the Kryptonian said, in a warm voice in his ear:

"If you don't want to, we won't do anything. "

Bruce knew at that moment that he had been right. And letting someone get the better of him was an idea he couldn't get used to at all. He was then distracted by the kisses and licks the Kryptonian was giving his back, slowly running his tongue over his scars. He could feel the weight of Clark's sex in the hollow of his loins, a presence that was even hotter than the rest of the superman's body.

He felt Clark gradually lose control as he moved down his body. His kisses became more greedy, his sucking longer and more numerous. Until he stopped suddenly, when he had gone all the way down his loins. He was about to turn around to see what was going on when Clark, totally straightened up, started to massage his buttocks, with force and vigor.

Bruce had to admit one thing, it turned him on. Totally. He forgot his apprehension for a moment, trying to convince himself to face his pride. When Clark stopped and returned to kiss him, he nodded his agreement. The Kryptonian turned him over onto his back and kissed him more, leaning against him, driving Bruce completely crazy.

He saw Clark reach over to his dresser, grab a tube of lube and rub it on his fingers. Bruce watched carefully as the man did everything, and took a deep breath when he felt a cold finger caress his ring of flesh before entering him. The sensation was very unpleasant, but not painful. Until he moved.

Bruce let out a sound from deep in his throat that he didn't even recognize. Clinging to the sheets, he felt like he was losing his grip completely as the pleasure he was discovering overwhelmed him. He then let go completely, ceasing to think as Clark, after several movements, introduced a second finger in him.

And it is when both were arrived at the end of their patience that Clark withdrew his fingers to penetrate him slowly. After a slight and uncomfortable adjustment time for Bruce, the Kryptonian began to move slowly, giving Bruce's body time to adjust. After an indeterminate amount of time for the Bat, Clark began to move his pelvis, maintaining a fast and steady pace as he buried his head in the Bat's neck to kiss him.

Bruce felt new sensations, a new pleasure that he could easily lose himself in. Without really realizing it, he wrapped his legs around Clark's hips to get as close to him as possible, gripping his hair tightly, holding back as much as he could from cumming, far too stimulated by all he had done.

He maintained his resolve until the pace changed, the rhythm quickened, the force became stronger. The Bat didn't last much longer. Without even being touched, he released himself onto his stomach with a great sigh of ecstasy. Clark followed right after, the image before his eyes having finished him off.

He lay down next to the billionaire, both of them gasping for breath, retrieving tissues to wipe their tracks. Clark felt like he was living a daydream. He had slept with Bruce, and it was probably one of the best times of his life. Maybe not the best of his performances, but it was the time he had felt the most pleasure, lost the most control, felt fully connected to the person. It was also the only time in his life when he had been able to be himself without fear of betraying himself, when his partner knew him far beyond the journalist he was.

He turned to Bruce, a smile on his face, as Bruce, completely out of breath, had draped an arm over his eyes. Clark was more than happy to have given his lover so much pleasure. He only had to look at him to know it. Then he watched as the Bat lifted his chest rapidly, sweat dampening his skin, his muscles contracting as he breathed in and out. He was crazy about this vision and he wanted more than to kiss him.

But he preferred to continue looking at him, already amply satisfied with what he had. He had no idea where this relationship was going to take them both, but Clark knew that Bruce wasn't one to put relationship ties into words. Besides, right now Clark was far too happy to burden his mind with any more worries. He continued to enjoy the moment and the presence of the Bat by his side.

Clark woke up alone the next day. He should have known that Bruce would leave early, but he thought he would feel him leaving. Well, he was talking about the Bat. The one who, despite his senses, managed to appear and disappear without him knowing it first. He really had to be on the alert to feel him approaching. This gift he had of disappearing in this way, he had skillfully taught it to his apprentices, even if their technique still did not surpass that of the master.

Still floating naughtily on his little cloud at the memory of last night, he prepared himself, smiling, and went as usual to the Daily Planet. As soon as he arrived at his office, he was stormed by Lois on her much too happy smile. It was Perry who got him off the hook by arguing with both of them and assigning Clark and Jimmy to another case: to meet the great conservator of the Metropolis Museum, which was opening its doors to organize a fundraiser for the victims of the terrible hurricane that had devastated the American islands.

This kind of intervention greatly annoyed Clark, who knew that Perry sent him simply because he had a smile that could charm more than one woman. And he wasn't interested in seducing women. He'd never been interested in that. But he had to play along, it was a part of his job, if he wanted to do it and get paid at the end of the month.

Jimmy, on the other hand, loved this kind of intervention. Even though his role was mainly to take pictures, he really enjoyed approaching women and using his charms on them. Clark liked to be amused sometimes by his totally futile attempts, but he was still happy for Jimmy when it worked.

They met the conservator in the afternoon, a pretty redhead who was not insensitive to Clark's charms, named Elena Colona. Their exchange took longer than expected and the journalist was pleasantly surprised by the content of the discussion. Strayed several times from the event organized by the conservator, they spoke several times about the pieces of the museum and the lack of interest of the population to visit a museum.

It was during this very interesting exchange that Clark learned that the reason the young woman organized such an event in the museum, with the approval of her boss, was to play up the media effect and make the place more popular. For reasons that escaped them, it turned out that when many celebrities went to a place, their admirers tended to want to go there, as a kind of pilgrimage. Either way, the museum was a winner. Plus, participating in a charity event gave them even more publicity.

By the time they left the museum, Clark had finally exchanged contact information with the young redheaded woman, glad to have had a discussion that went beyond the topics of social events. And then, in the course of his discussion, he had gathered information about a few pieces that might be of interest to Shiera and Carter, and he thought he could connect them. All in all, it was an interesting day.

This is a rather short chapter, but every detail is important !