CH3: ABO AU: Jon is old enough to be wed, Clark is not a fan.
Jon has hit the age to be wed and has received hundreds of requests for his hand.
His father and brother are not happy.
"Jon, that Queen kid is trash. The only good thing about that kingdom is the Queen."
Damien nods his head in agreement next to Clark as he continues to speak. They are both standing next to the fireplace while Bruce is next to Jon on the couch.
"But daddy…"
"No, you just came of age. We'll find you a good Alpha, or you can continue to be spoiled by your brothers."
Damien nods his head again. "Those who are worthless are beyond saving. Our home has no place for them." Said Damien. He was the same height as Dick now since turning 21. Not being taller than Todd is a sore spot.
Maybe that's why he wasn't a fan of the current man asking for Jon's hand in marriage.
"Clark." Bruce began, trying to end a recurring conversation. He too didn't want Jon married off to a worthless home, but even he couldn't deny the innovation the Queen kingdom had. Oliver and Bruce have had a love/hate relationship since birth, and he was an Alpha that Bruce knew deep down he could trust.
"No, Bruce. I have my role as their father. I will have the last say." The Alpha said.
He was extra wearing since Dick came back to the home after leaving Slade Wilson. They had a positive courtship, but after the marriage, arguing and domestic abuse began. The Wilson country likes Dick, so they don't know about the separation yet. Just that Dick is away visiting family.
Ella, the child they had together used to be an aggressive little thing. She has been learning to fight from Jason, who never seems to be far from the little family.
So to say, Clark is on edge after his last yes is an understatement. Bruce knows that. He'll have his chance to speak later, away from prying ears.
"Now, let's end this conversation." Said Clark. He turns to Damien. "Take your brother to the kitchen and fix him a meal. I know he hasn't been eating." He looks back to Jon. He watches Jon begin to open his mouth.
"Don't lie to me. I don't know what stresses you so much, but we'll figure it out as a family. So the both of you go."
Damien reached his hand out to Jon, but Jon sidestepped it and walked out of the living room. Damien ignored the denial and followed Jon.
They stayed silent for a while. Clark is still standing by the fireplace. It only broke when Krypto hopped on the couch to lay his head on Bruce's leg.
Their first dog, Ace, was off to the side on his dog bed. He was too old to jump up anymore. He was a gift from Clark after a couple miscarriages. He was fine with Jon being their last one, but he enjoys a busy household. Having their grandchild around and having the orphanage he works with has helped.
"Clark.." Bruce called out. "Come here." He watched as the Alpha obeyed. Kneeling on the floor next to him.
He wrapped his arms around Bruce's waist. Pushing his face into his Omega's stomach. They heard Krypto whine, but he stays on the couch.
Bruce massaged Clark's scalp. His thick locs slowly fill in with grey. Bruce has a few in his own head, but it wasn't as noticeable as Clark's.
"You know the Queens are good people."
He bit Bruce's stomach in reply. Bruce always has bite marks throughout his skin. It's a thing that grounds Clark, and Bruce himself enjoys their rough antics.
But from that the kingdom thinks he has gotten more conservative from his younger years when in fact he just has a wonderful team of tailors. The marks that Clark leaves are private to them.
He yanks Clark's hair. "No biting. Words."
Pulling back some. Clark gazes up at his spouse. His grip is still firm. " The Woods are trash." He reiterates.
Leaning back against the couch, Bruce sighs. Looks like tonight's conversation really has ended. Looking down at his husband, he raises his hand to smooth down Clark's eyebrow. Then moved down to trace his nose, his eyes and then his jawline and neck.
"You're lucky you gave me cute kids." Bruce jokes.
That gets a smile out of Clark. He's been frowning too much this evening.
"So my super sperm keeps me in your good graces?"
"Of course. What else are Alpha's good for?" They laugh together. Their mating bond vibrates with joyfulness.
Bruce leans down and Clark meets him halfway. Their noses rub together. A sign that both are ready for bed.
After one last rub, Bruce stands up and Clark follows. Clark knows the routine and goes to pick up Ace. Krypto with his youthfulness follows behind them as they ascend to their room.
He placed Ace in his spot next to the heater, and stopped Krypto one more time from trying to sleep on top of the old dog. Krypto sleeps on the bed with them unless commanded otherwise.
Teeth are brushed, bodies are washes, kisses are exchanged before their routine is ended with Bruce being the little spoon in bed.
Well he has no choice but to bed the little spoon. His husband's knot is locked tight inside of him. A true sign to the end of their routine.