Chapter Title: Consequences
Day Two: Possessive
Rating: Explicit
Warning(s): Detailed explicit sex scene, Non-Consensual, Emotional Unstable, Possessive Behaviours, Abuse of Drugs, Male Pregnancy
Word Count: 5053
Summary: Justice Lord AU; In which Superman mourned for Batman's death.
➤ While we're free to choose our actions, we are not free to choose the consequences of our actions. - Stephen R. Convey
FINAL WARNING: Just to clarify, this story is not for the weak-minded. Read at your own risks, thank you!
PART I: Vengeance
"I killed him."
Blue hues bulged wide. Heavy footsteps stopped.
"You... what?"
"I said, I killed him. Batman, the one who betrayed us, is dead for good now."
She talked with such pride. But for Kal, he felt like a part of him had been ripped apart by her words. It was indeed true that he had given her the orders of killing Bruce, but he had never expected the man to die for real. Bruce is tough. He fought against enemies who were stronger than him. He escaped from the traps set by the most devious villain. He could lose half of the blood in his body and still survive.
So, he can't possibly die.
Not from such a simple trick played by Diana.
"Are you sure about that?" He tried to remain his calm demeanour as he spoke. "Maybe he could have faked his death."
"I'm very sure about that." She smirked. "I killed him with my own hands. I snapped his neck. The bones crushed underneath my strength like a piece of porcelain."
While she bragged about her victory, Kal was in deep silence. Her words barely made senses since he wasn't listening. He walked towards his office desk. From the corner of his eyes, he saw a dim reflection of himself on the glass vase. While his face remained stoic, his eyes glowed a dull redness.
When he placed his hand at the corner of the marbled desk, he felt it crack underneath his grip. He was furious. It was hard to imagine that Bruce is dead when the man had always been a stubborn soul. No, he should not be dead. He should have seen through Diana's disguise. He should have easily slipped away through one of his secret hideouts – he should have those around his mansion, didn't he?
How could Bruce be so foolish, letting Diana in his way?
How could he die on him?
How dare he?
"... Kal...? KAL!"
Kal blinked, his vision blurring. He was not focused on her words. He was silently mourning over the death of his greatest partner. Slowly, the grief turned into anger which had resulted in the loss of control over his power for a minute. Within the minute, his heated gaze at the glass melted the glass into a pile of liquid.
"Kal, what's happening?"
She approached him, holding his arm in one firm grip as she looked into his eyes in worries. He should be grateful for her care, and yet, he felt furious. These are the hands which had killed Bruce. That grip of hers snapped Bruce's neck, resulting his death.
Like a piece of porcelain, she said.
"Kal, are you okay?"
She cupped his cheeks and brought his face close to hers. However, before she could, Kal stepped away, pushing her arms away from him.
"Stay away. You disgusted me."
Those words came out harsh and quick, but Kal did not regret it. He watched as the beautiful features on her face slowly twisted in anger. She wasn't expecting the kind of treatment from him.
"What the hell, Kal?! I disgusted you? After everything I had done for you, this is how you repay me? I killed him for you! The one who had betrayed you! And this is how you treated me for my efforts?!"
When Kal looked into her eyes, he noticed that they were glassy, filled with tears that she was holding back. Kal realized how hurtful his words were. After all, she was just obeying his orders. She had helped him to do the core he couldn't do – killing off a minor problem before it turned big; Bruce.
He should be grateful for her. He should embrace her as he would always do in the past. But those feelings he felt in the past – the warmth, the happiness, the gratitude – none of them existed anymore. He felt lost, like a piece of his heart was gone.
"Is it possible... you love him?"
She probed one of his darkest secrets. Did he love that rebellious Bat? Maybe he did. The day when he declared his marriage with Wonder Woman in the public, Kal had seen Bruce at the dark. While everyone was happy for him, Bruce's soft mumbles of wishes had been bitter. His gaze was hurt, and he left before the ceremony was finished.
It should have been Bruce who stood beside him. The feelings had been mutual. Yet, none of them confessed and Diana had been the one who had supported his decisions all along. She understood his decisions, and she never played tricks at his back.
He had chosen her because she was loyal and worthy. He had pushed Bruce away because he was distrustful and a coward. However, the way that Kal see now, it had been the wrong decision. Diana had supported him in blind, while Bruce had always loved him with his eyes wide open – which is why he would debate with him, making him think twice of his decisions.
But does any of these matters now?
Especially since Bruce is dead.
"Of course not." He said calmly, shaking his head. "I would never love a betrayer."
"I'm glad," She smiled in relief, heaving a sigh. "I know he was a close friend of yours, Kal. He was one of mine too. But... he betrayed our trust. He took away our power once. And he would do it again. I'm just doing what I could to protect us. To protect you, Kal."
She hugged him, pressing her head against his chest and getting herself comfortable underneath his warmth. When he wrapped his arms around her figure, she smiled. The previous argument was all forgotten, for all she felt now was his warm embrace.
And that was the last thing she will ever feel, as Kal lifted one of his hands to caress her face...
He killed them. All of them. The cold bodies of the other lords laid around Kal. He stared blankly at them. There was no one left. He was the only person left, and he felt numb.
Bruce's death affected him badly. He felt incapable of feeling emotions. His well-known kindness – no one knew he still had one ever since Barry's death. Despite those rumours and worries, he felt human emotions, but not as much as he used to. And now, with Bruce's death, Kal felt that he was drifting more apart from the human side of himself.
'No.' Kal clenched his hands firmly. 'I won't let him. He can't die without my orders.' His eyes looked craze, as he stood up from the floor. 'No one. Not even God could take you from me. I'm the one who shall decide your fate, Bruce. Even if I had to pull you up from the hell's fire, you bet I would.'
PART II: Resolve
It had only been a day.
Kal wasn't surprised when he couldn't find the body in the destroyed manor. Someone had come to take away Bruce's body, and Kal knew only a few who would do it. His main suspect was Dick.
However, he didn't feel frustrated. If there was one thing Kal had learned throughout his years of trying to be an ordinary human, it was the fact that human was sentimental being.
'Naïve.'
He found Bruce's body at the Old Wayne mausoleum – buried next to Thomas and Martha Wayne. With ease, he had dug out the coffin and found Bruce's body within.
He looked just as Kal remembered, although the last time they had seen each other in the eyes had been a few years apart. He looked pale and still, yet somewhat in peace; like all of his burdens in this world was released from his shoulders. He looked almost perfect – as good as new – except for the marks on his neck.
'That could be easily fixed with the Kryptonian technology.'
"Don't worry, Bruce." He picked the body up in his arms. "I will fix you back. I promise you."
Once, Bruce had told him the tales of an old foe; Ra's al Ghul, the demon's head. The man whose life had been extended for centuries. Back then, he couldn't had understood the reason why something like the Lazarus pit existed. Bad guys like Ra's abused the power of the pit to stay alive for eternity. Aside from people who were too afraid to die and be forgotten from this world, Kal couldn't understand the benefits of the Lazarus pit.
Until now.
Kal carried Bruce's body into the Lazarus pit. He laid the man in the chemicals but refused to let go completely, as he was too afraid that he would lose him again. Bruce had died in the hands of Diana, leaving everything he had loved in this world. And Kal would not allow it.
This time, he would stay with Bruce.
This time, he would choose Bruce over everyone in this world.
This time, he would love him.
The effect of the pit on Bruce was something which Kal did not predict to have. He expected the man to come back screaming, or at least, struggles like a mad man. However, none of those happened. Bruce came back in silence, looking lost and emotionless. Like a living corpse.
But Kal wasn't complaining. He had heard the rumours about the pit and what it could do to a person. It could take a few hours for Bruce to regain his senses and emotions, and Kal didn't mind about it. He brought Bruce back to the Fortress and allowed the monitor to scan him. Kal was delighted when the result showed that Bruce was in perfectly good shape. However, his body temperature seemed a little low, which should be rising back to normal within a few hours – as said the Fortress.
Kal took his time in grooming Bruce. He bathed Bruce, scrubbed his skin and head with extra tenderness and the perfect pressure. He had also dressed the man up in the finest silk pyjama and dried his wet hair. During all of these processes, Bruce was quiet. He didn't even move unless Kal guided him to. He was as rigid as a lifeless doll.
"... and that should be the final step." Kal holds Bruce's hand, looking down at the trimmed nails in pride. Right now, Bruce was cleaned from head to toe and looking refreshed. He looked more like Bruce Wayne, instead of the dark knight of Gotham.
Kal took a long sniff on Bruce's wrist. The man smelled fresh and somewhat edible. Kal started by kissing each of Bruce's fingers before he started to trace his lips up to Bruce's arms. Then, he started to kiss on Bruce's neck and finally, his lips.
PART III: Awaken
Bruce's skin was cold but Kal was unbothered. He knew he shouldn't do this; not while Bruce was recovering. However, he started to feel aroused, as he savoured every part of Bruce – painting the pale skin with his marks.
"Bruce..."
Kal was patient. He peeled the pyjama off Bruce and slicked his fingers before he started to loosen the man up. He also made sure to go slow and carefully, as he buried himself within Bruce. The inside of Bruce lacked the warmth, and there were no reactions from the man either. But Kal didn't mind. After all, he felt contented, just to have Bruce back in his arms again.
"Bruce, my Bruce..."
Kal's cock slid in and out of Bruce's body with filthy wet squelches. It would have surely embarrassed the other man if it wasn't because he couldn't feel a single stimulation for now. Kal stared deep into Bruce's blank face, watching in fascination as he pressed his cock deeper into the man again.
"I love you, Bruce. I am not going to lose you again. Ever."
Thump... Thump...
He felt warmth. His heart starting to beat steadily. His nerves regaining its senses. Kal was on top of him, thrusting deep into him. He could feel the heat on his cold skin, and it was emitted from Kal. Everything he was currently feeling – they came from Kal.
"I love you, Bruce."
Ba-thump!
He could feel emotions overflowed within his chest. He felt tingly, as he replayed the words in his mind. Kal loves him, which is why he gave him warmth. He began to feel the pleasure that was coming from Kal, as the man thrusted deep into him.
"Mnn..."
Bruce started to let out shocked puffs of air. The sensation began to flood over his senses, as Bruce moved his numb limbs. He raised his arms, twisting them around Kal's neck, embracing the man.
Kal, who was almost reaching his climax, widened his eyes as he could finally hear Bruce's heartbeats, along with the arms that locked around his neck tightly. He tilted his head up, fever-bright eyes looking straight into Bruce's gaze.
"Kal..." Bruce cleared his dry throat and spoke. It was the first word he said, and Kal felt overwhelmed. He grinned wide, eyes glassy with tears, as he leaned forward, pressing a passionate kiss on Bruce's cold lips.
"Bruce..." Kal growled. "Don't worry, I will warm you up."
His hand reached down to grasp Bruce's length, running his nail across the head, and teasing Bruce into an orgasm. Bruce's body jerked, his inside clamped down on Kal's cock and Kal came deep inside, spilling his seed against Bruce's prostate. Kal nuzzled into Bruce's throat as he filled him.
He stayed buried inside Bruce for a while, enjoying how Bruce's body temperature began to rise. He holds Bruce close, licking and nipping at the skin of the man's neck.
"Fuck," Kal panted. "I wish I could have breed you."
Bruce continues to stare at Kal. He was absorbing every word that Kal was telling him, like a piece of sponge. And the last words which Kal told him, he took it into his heart, engraving them as a new piece of memory in his blank mind...
PART IV: Realization
"Where are you going?"
Kal looked over his shoulder. He tried to stay quiet, not wanting to awake the man beside him when he leaves. However, it seemed that he underestimated Bruce's sharp hearing.
"Work, Bruce." He sat on the side of the bed, ruffling Bruce's messy hair. "There are documents I needed to sign and meetings I needed to attend. I promise you, I will be back soon."
"Soon? How soon?"
And there they go, the same debate which occurred on every morning for the last two months.
"An hour, or two." When the man frowned, Kal sighed. "Bruce, we talked about this."
"I could follow you ̶"
"No," Kal instantly interrupted. "You can't. You will make me distracted, like last time."
The first time Bruce had given the suggestion, Kal had allowed it. He brought Bruce to the Watchtower and let him stay in his office. In the beginning, the atmosphere was in peace, although Bruce's frequent blank stares made Kal uncomfortable. Things began to get out of hands when a young heroine enters the room and hand over some documents for Kal.
Kal had not noticed how the thin lines of Bruce's lips curled down to a small frown.
Kal had not noticed that Bruce had crumpled the page of the book he was reading.
Kal had not expected Bruce to stab someone in the eye while he wasn't looking.
When Kal pulled Bruce away from the injured woman, Bruce seemed unfazed. He looked a little crazed yet malfunctioned, holding a piece of glass shard in his bloody hand. That day, Bruce had not only hurt an innocent person, but he had also hurt himself in the process.
"You're mine, Kal. I will kill those who dared to look at you."
The remark shocked Kal. It was true that Bruce had shown signs of being clingy, but Kal had never expected him to go this far. Ever since then, Kal had sworn that he shall never let Bruce step out of the Fortress unless he could control his possessiveness.
"I will go along with you, Kal. I had to make sure no one tries to seduce you. If someone tries to bat their eyes at you..." Bruce clenched his fist. He looked a little insane. "I will kill them."
Kal had hoped that it was just an empty threat. But remembering the chaos which Bruce caused before, Kal doubted about it. "Look, no one will try to hit on me." He rubbed the human's shoulder tenderly. "They know I'm taken. You had made quite a scene at the Watchtower that day, stabbing Angeline in the eye."
"No." Bruce persisted. "I might have taken down one opponent, but that was just temporary. You're not leaving my sight."
"Bruce, stop being selfish!" Kal was frustrated. He had done nothing but being nice to the man, He had given him all of his time and love, which resulted in works piling up in the Watchtower. But it didn't seem like Bruce understands. He didn't even feel guilty at the thought of hurting a harmless woman. Unbelievable!
"Selfish?" Bruce growled back. "I'm not being selfish! I just don't trust those thirsty sluts around you ̶ !"
"Those people you called sluts, they are my comrades!"
"You don't need them! You only need me!"
"I need them! They're not what you think, Bruce. They're hired to be the protectors of the Earth, to make sure that human like you are safe! Stop thinking that everyone wants to ride my dick!"
"I'm safe with you," Bruce said like it was a matter of a fact. "And everyone does want to ride your dick. They just don't have the nerve to say it out loud." His hand brushed across Kal's crotch. "It's mine. You're mine."
Bruce was looking at him intently with furrowed brows like he was threatening Kal to try and take a step out of the room. But Kal would not be easily frightened by a minor threat of castration. It wasn't like Bruce could manage to do it either.
"Yes, I am yours," Bruce smirked in victory. However, arrogance didn't stay for long. Suddenly, he was toppled by Kal, who held both of his wrists in one grip. "But only in here. Once I stepped out, I'm a Lord. It was my responsibility to keep the world safe. If you couldn't learn to keep your crazy possessive on hold, then I might have to make sure you learn it the hard way." His sharp and stern tone froze Bruce in disbelief.
"Starting from now on, I will focus on my work. I won't touch you, nor will we sleep in the same room, until you realize what a huge mistake you had made in threatening a Kryptonian, Bruce."
PART V: Temptation
He stood and watched in the dark.
Red rose petals scattered around, and people dressed in formal clothing cheered for the newlywed.
There were so many familiar faces.
But he didn't step out of his hideout.
Somehow, he just can't.
The groom suddenly turned around and met his gaze.
Bruce was stunned.
It was Kal.
Or was he... Clark?
The name sounded somehow familiar and bittersweet at the same time. For Bruce, it felt like somewhere in the past, this name had suited Kal better than his current one.
But why?
'I wish you will be happy with her.'
Bruce heard himself whispered.
His heart tightened.
Why was it painful?
Why were his eyes wet?
It was so painful.
So excruciating...
So terrifying...
No... No! It should have been him! It shouldn't be her!
Wake up... WAKE UP!
Slowly, Bruce opened his eyes. His breath hitched. Cold sweats formed on the pale skin. Blank blue hues stared at the ceiling for a good minute.
It had been two days since Kal left for work. He didn't come back. And despite Bruce threw tantrum about it, the only existence to greet him was the system, which tangled him up and gave him a shot of tranquilizer.
Bruce did not like any of these.
The emptiness in the Fortress scared him. It made him began to recall memories which made him uncomfortable. He felt like he died once. His neck cracked a little too loudly whenever he twists it. He felt like there was once he lied in a confined box in the dark. It was cold and deadly quiet. It was scary.
However, something darker than fear is taking over him. The dream had pulled out a new possessiveness within him. Bruce believed that the scenario must have happened somewhere in the past, which he couldn't remember. But it doesn't matter for him. Not now, not ever.
Kal is his, and he shall chain him down with whatever he could do.
'I wish I could breed you...'
Bruce blinked. He rolled over to the side, sliding his hand over at his flat stomach. It was an absurd idea, but it never hurt to try, right?
"Hey, monitor," Bruce called out. "I had some questions to ask about the Kryptonian technologies in reproduction."
"Welcome home, Kal."
Kal looked over his shoulder, unclasping his cape as Bruce entered his room. The man took over his cape and helped him to fold it up neatly. Then, with a smile, he announced that dinner was ready.
Bruce Wayne, cooking?
"I followed the recipe, and the monitor had guided me to make sure there are no major mistakes. Don't worry."
Despite the words, Kal still has his doubts about Bruce's cooking skills. So, when the stew was placed in front of him, Kal hesitated.
He might have a stomach which was stronger than an ordinary human, but he would still prefer to have something edible to eat. However, when he looked over at Bruce's excited gaze, Kal bottled up and take a quick bite.
"It was... good." Kal was surprised, as he took another bite – just to make sure that it wasn't his imagination. "Impressive, for someone who had never been to the kitchen, Bruce."
"Does it hurt to give a compliment?" With a light chuckle, Bruce poured two glasses of wine – one for Kal and one for himself. "Cheers, Kal?"
He had let down his guards completely, as he accepted the glass and clinked it against Bruce's.
"Cheers."
Just when Kal was going to sleep, a knock on the door cancelled his intention. He was stunned, when he saw Bruce in his pyjamas, holding his own set of pillow and blanket.
"Hey," Bruce greeted. "Can I... sleep with you tonight?" When he noticed Kal's questioning look, Bruce began to explain. "I had been good, haven't I? I didn't hurt anyone. I didn't act like a possessive bitch. I cooked dinner for you. Please, Kal?"
Kal's heart softened with the words, especially the last sincere plea. The promises he made in a week was forgotten, as he opened the sheet, allowing Bruce to slip inside.
The bed was a single bed, which was not fitted for two grown-up males to sleep together. But it wasn't like anyone of the duo minded the limited space. They could feel each other's warmth. Their body pressed close against each other. It felt good.
The peace didn't last for long. Kal wondered if it was due to Bruce's appearance in his space, or the fact that he had just missed the intimate moment with Bruce. He felt himself getting hard. The heat, the friction, his groin pressed against Bruce's bottom, his chest pressed against Bruce's back.
Bruce was warm, and he smelled incredible. It seemed that he had bathed, and whatever shampoo or cologne that Bruce had used on himself – it made him smell delicious. It was pure, musky and soothing, which is driving Kal mad.
Bruce felt it, the hardness nestled between the crack of his ass. There was a nearly silenced grunt from Kal, and Bruce took it as an approval to shift his hips – creating the hot fiction which excited Kal.
It goes on for a while, Bruce rubbing himself against Kal's cock. Both of them became greedy, craving for the warmness from each other as Kal began to tilt Bruce's face towards him, kissing the man deeply.
The pyjamas were stripped and fall off the bed. The two hot bodies which laid on the bed began to rock more intensely as they give in to the temptation...
PART VI: Downfall
It was another month which goes by when Kal decided to give Bruce the second chance of proving that he had changed for the better good.
In the beginning, Bruce was behaving properly. He didn't hurt the new secretary who came and retrieves Kal's documents. He laid on the couch, his eyes lazily follow after the woman like a predator. But in the end, he didn't stab her.
However, the calamity was broken when Kal thanked a servant for the meal. Kal had missed how Bruce's eyes had dilated. He should have known something was wrong when Bruce excused himself to the bathroom. He should have noticed the used butter knife in Bruce's hand...
The servant died a horrible death. His bloody head dented in and there was a butter knife stabbed deep in his right eye. Although the death was covered up and only a minority knew about it, no one knew who the assailant was. Except for Kal, who looked over at Bruce with red angry eyes...
"Kal...! Stop! It hurts!" Bruce winced. However, Kal pretended not to hear his pleas. "Stop! You're hurting me!"
"Hurting you?" Kal growled. His grip on Bruce's wrist tightened. "What about the man you killed? Do you stop when he begged you to? Do you? DO YOU?!"
Bruce flinched. It was the first time Kal yelled at him, and the serious glowing red eyes had indicated that he had really angered the Kryptonian.
"I'm sorry..."
"Sorry?" Kal gave out an ugly laugh. "Sorry doesn't fix shit, Bruce. How are you going to explain to his husband? Or his daughter? Bruce, he has a family! And you killed a good innocent man just because you couldn't keep your goddamn possessiveness in control? Damn it, Bruce!"
Kal closed his eyes, heaving a breath.
"... it had been a mistake." He murmured. Opening his eyes, his gaze was now cold and filled with disappointment. "I should have known. There would never be a thing such as a great miracle without any consequences... I should know..."
"... Kal...?" Bruce was beginning to feel anxious. Kal loomed over him, his hands began to wrap around Bruce's neck. The human struggled, but the Kryptonian's grip was firm. It was beginning to get harder for Bruce to breath, as he began to kick his legs. "Kal... KAL!"
"I'm sorry, Bruce." Kal ignored the call. "I shouldn't have mess with your life, I should have let you rest in peace. Don't worry, it will happen soon enough..."
"No... NO!" Upon realizing Kal's purpose, Bruce began to struggle harder. "Stop! Don't! I... I'm pregnant!"
The sudden exclamation clicked something in Kal's heart, and it was painful. He let go of Bruce by shock and stared hard like he couldn't believe what the other had just shouted out.
"Don't fool me, Bruce. You can't be pregnant."
"I can. I am!" Bruce yelled in defence. "Look inside!"
"I don't like the dirty pranks you played, Bruce!" Kal shouted back. "Men can't get pregnant!"
"Not without the Kryptonian technology!" He grabbed Kal's hands which were around his neck, and slowly guided them towards his flat stomach. "Just... Just look, Kal. Look and you will believe my words."
As he calmed himself down, Kal began to hear the soft heartbeats that came from Bruce. It was almost unbelievable, but it was not a pathetic lie created to escape from Kal's wrath. He could see the tiny living; small, but alive and energetic, which was nestled safely in Bruce.
"You wanted this." Bruce placed his hands over Kal's. "You... you told me on the first night. When you... gave me the warmth."
He was feeling the mixed emotions; the confusion, the anger, and the unbelief.
"What did you do to your body?"
Instead of being happy, that had been his first question. And Bruce, who had expected Kal to swipe him up from his feet and peppered him with a kiss, was confused.
"You... don't want the baby?"
Kal didn't have the time to react. The innocence disappeared and was replaced with insanity.
"You DON'T WANT it?" Bruce flunked away Kal's hands, his eyes crazy. "You don't like it?"
"No, Bruce ̶"
"Then I'll take it OUT."
"NO!" Before the man could rush out and did the unbelievable, Kal grabbed him back. He wrapped Bruce in his arms, fearing what the man could had done. "No, that isn't what I mean, Bruce. I'm just... shocked. What had you done to your body? I am worried there might be risks for you if you are going to carry this baby, Bruce. I NEED to know what you had done."
Bruce blinked, seemingly confuse with Kal's worries. "The... medical robot. It showed me how. It had me enter a gel tube, which placed a piece of the codex in me and created an artificial womb. The medical robot said, the glory of Kryptonian technology..."
Of course, it had to be the Kryptonian technology. There were no technologies that could have done this, except for the Kryptonian technology. Now, realizing that Bruce is carrying his child, there was no way that Kal could have killed the man. There was a tiny living of his own blood and flesh, which is living within Bruce. He couldn't kill Bruce, for he would have killed the mother of his child. No, he can't.
"Kal."
"Yea?"
Bruce grabbed his hand and placed it on his womb.
"Are you happy?"
He stared deep into Kal's eyes – full of love, yet with the dark possessiveness – as he asked.
"I..." He hesitated. However, when he saw how Bruce's features threatened to crumble at any minute, Kal knew that these were the consequences he had to take responsibilities for since he was the one who had brought Bruce back to life. "Of course I am."
