AN: M'kay a note about Personalities and such. What made Bruce Batman was Batman's experience fighting Crime. Since such a thing hasn't occurred, and he didn't go through some of that trauma, he's more Brucie then not. This basically effects everything else in the story. So, I don't want to see any reviews going on about "But..but Batman doesn't act like this!" Same thing with Kaldur. He never became Aqualad but was a pampered prince-even if he was somewhat calm and occasionally 'wise'.
Also, I'm so not gonna lie- Selina Kyle in here is based off of Eartha Kitt's version of Catwoman. (Don't know who she is? Shame on you. Go to youtube right now and look her and her version of Catwoman up. You'll see what I mean.) I loved her version of her. Very sultry in a way. Made me ship Catwoman/Batgirl. Though, There might be a dash of Michelle P.'s version of Catwoman (from the early 90s.).
So, on that note- Oh dear gods please don't be another 30chapter story T_T; !
It's clinical, that's what Kaldur tells himself as the elder pokes and prods his body and even went as far as drawing his blood.
He wants to believe this because otherwise, he's been restraining himself from snapping the man's neck for touching him in such a way.
Barbarians, that's what his uncle, Prince Orm, had often said of the land-dwellers. He hadn't wanted to believe it, but his father, King Orin, had often held similar sentiments.
Why had he wandered off like that?
He should've-
"Master Bruce shall call on you soon." Alfred- that was the man's name- said to him packing up everything, "Until then, enjoy your room."
"I am not allowed out, I see." Kaldur's voice held an edge of sarcasm.
Alfred raises a brow, "Of course not. That would be foolish." He then turns and leaves with his things.
Leaving Kaldur alone in his thoughts as he looks around the room. It is spacious enough- though his tank had been a little bigger then it. He sighs softly to himself, putting on the clothing that is provided for him on the bed.
He frowns looking at the material- it was actually a decent quality- before he puts it back down and explores his surroundings. He looks around and finds it interesting- no light source directly around. There is a window but it's too small for him to even entertain the notion of getting free.
The bathroom is just as bad. No curtains, just a stall, sink and toilet. He doesn't see any towels or other things that would be considered appropriate in a land-dweller's bathroom.
He has to hand it to Wayne.
He's thought of nearly everything.
Bruce hasn't seen the Atlantean prince since he sent him off with Alfred. At the moment, he was listening to rather dull conversation- gossip really-about Oliver Queen and his pets- he has two of them- and how he treats them almost like children.
"It's rather unsavory, don't you think?" The woman-Bruce hadn't even bothered to remember her name- asks him leaning uncomfortably close, "They're pets for a reason, not children."
"Even if they look like it." Another -a man who owned something that Bruce was considering taking over just for kicks- said. "After all, if they were then, well, it would be morally bankrupt, now wouldn't it?"
"Either way," the first woman fans herself, "How about you, Brucie? I heard you have a rather exotic one."
"Really?" Others that had been eavesdropping or vaguely listening now came to attention looking at him. "I thought you didn't care for such things?" Different woman of course asked that.
"You ladies should know better." This voice- Bruce knows who this is- came from none other then his ex-girlfriend Selina Kyle. As usual, the dark beauty saunters over towards him with an amused look. "Bruce here is a man of many surprises-as long as they're interesting. Isn't that right, darling?"
"Miss Kyle." He kisses her hand that she had extended. "I didn't know you were in town. You should've called."
"Perhaps." She always seemed to purr out certain words- like a cat really. "It is just as well, since you seem to be a bit..preoccupied."
"So," The other woman-ah, what was her name again?- interrupts with a fake polite smile. "about this pet. They say it's rare- is it?"
Bruce smiles a little, "Indeed he is. Quite a rare gem, I suppose."
"Well what is he?" Selina raises a brow, "I mean after all, you must simply bring him to the pet show party that'll be hosted at Mr. Queen's estate. I've heard he's quite indulgent of them."
Bruce glances from her then away, "Maybe. He'll have to be trained first- you know how rare ones are. They have a mind of their own."
"I'm sure under your care he'll be docile in no time."
Kaldur's never really seen freckles like his up close before. In fact, he could say with certainty he's never actually seen anyone like Wally before. There's something slightly pleasant yet off about his company.
Oh, and he talks a bit too much.
"Hey, wanna play a game?" He's invading Kaldur's personal space, "Dick bought me one, I could teach you to play and -"
"Exactly, how did you come to be here?" That was what Kaldur really wanted to know. If he was here against his will, then perhaps..?
Wally's green eyes brightens even more- if that's possible- before he reaches over and grabs another handful of popcorn he had brought along to share. "Oh that? Dick found me."
"Elaborate." Kaldur doesn't mind that he barely got any of this 'popcorn'. It seems tasty enough though.
"Hm, I got kicked out of my parents' place-long story there- and ended up on the streets. I didn't want to bother my uncle- my aunt just had a baby and all- so I decided to strike out on my own. " He laughs a bit, though there was a dark edge to it. "I didn't do too well, but it changed when I met Dick. I agreed to become his pet." He grins, "It's not that bad. I think Dick actually likes me and I keep him company."
Kaldur watches him, though he couldn't imagine willingly turning himself over to another in such a situation. He would've kept going, made a name for himself somehow.
He doesn't get it. Not really, but what he has learned was that land-dwellers became fond of 'pets'- other people or even creatures- living with them and taking care of them. It was the rich, like usual, that started this 'trend' and now..
Now Kaldur couldn't get out of it even if he could prove he was a prince.
Though, in reality, he was so in name only.
A pained look crosses his face as his thoughts wander back towards Atlantis. He wonders how Tula and Garth were. He wonders if they even miss him. Shifting on the pillows of this room- The Pet room as it was called- he glances around to see if there was anything useful that he could hide on his person to try and get free.
But like his own personal room, there was nothing. He would have to go back to his main plan, unfortunately. Catering to that man until he could try and persuade him to let him out. Or something of that effect.
He seriously would rather not do it.
"Hey, Kal?" Wally waves his hand in front of his face, "Hello~ Anyone home?"
"My apologizes." Kaldur blinks once before looking at him, "I did not mean to wander off."
"No problem, but what's your deal?" Wally glances at the bowl, might need to get Alfred to get them more food. "Every Pet has a story. I know about Roy's and Artemis, they belong to Bruce's friend Oliver Queen. He practically loves pets!" He smiles again with a half dreamy expression, "He always brings food over and his parties are even more fun for us!"
"I do not understand your contentment at this." Kaldur finally gets up and walks around the room as he's done once before, "Do you not miss your freedom? Do you not miss being out there? Making your own decisions about where you will go or what you may wish to do?" He turns towards him frowning, "Why are you happy here?"
"Why aren't you?" The red head plops down on his stomach across the pillows, "I'll admit, I miss doing what I want to do- but you know, what's so great about being 'free' anyway? It has too many worries, you're always uncertain about your next meal and you're not protected against crazy guys that like to pick up strays and kill them just for fun." He stretches, "If anything, I'm grateful. I don't have to worry about crap like that and Dick's good to me. So why should I want to leave? Being kept isn't that bad."
Kaldur still has a troubled expression even as he mulls over Wally's explanation. He still couldn't sit well with this, but he turns away again glancing at the flashing screen-a tv- with some colorful characters dancing across it.
Wally licks his fingers, his attention wanders to the tv and he smiles watching one of his favorite shows. After a moment he completely forgot that Kaldur is even in the room as he laughs at one of the character's antics.
"I had a family."
He blinks, turning his head looking at Kaldur, "What?"
Kaldur, though, doesn't look at him but rather at the glowing tank with a species of fish that didn't mind being in there. "I had a family. I am-was- a Prince of a nation before I was captured."
"Dude, seriously?" Wally sat up, " You? Well..could explain some things there." He's never really spoken to a prince- met some with Dick but never on his own.
"Yes." Kaldur glances at him, "I was captured two years ago. Two years and I have not seen the sea or even a scent of the ocean in the air. Nothing but this..land's scent."
"Where is your kingdom- if you don't mind me asking?" Wally tilts his head a bit, "I mean..obviously you are so not normal."
Kaldur shrugs a little, "It is under the sea's waves. Atlantis-"
"There's no such place." That automatically slipped out of his mouth, "I mean, really. I've read the books and theories, but no one has ever found any evidence of that."
The prince smiles slightly, "It is protected by magic. Outsiders cannot come in without invitation. Thus it remains hidden to all that seeks it."
"Ok, now you're pulling my leg here." Wally shakes his head, "Magic doesn't exist, and if it does-it's science. Everything has a perfectly rational explanation."
Kaldur raises a brow, "I see. Well, if that is so and you are correct in this assumption- then how is it possible that I exist as a testament of such things, Wally?"
"Obviously, you must've come from people that evolved that way." He nods, "It happens to adapt to a new environment and surroundings."
Kaldur simply shook his head, "If that is what you wish to believe, howev-"
He stops talking because the door opens and Dick is there with a grin on his face.
"Hey Wally."
Immediately, like an obedient puppy, the red haired teen is already on his feet to greet his master. "Done with everything already? What do you want to do now?"
Kaldur felt a bit disgusted at this and looks away wishing he could close his ears as well. There is something almost slavish about Wally when it comes to that man's son. Like the sun and moon shone out of the kid's butt or something.
"Yeah, come on, we'll see what there is to do." Dick told him but glances at Kaldur curiously. "Had fun with the new pet?"
"Hm, yeah. Bit of a downer, but hey he'll lighten up with me around." Wally smiles at him as they left. "New game?"
"New game."
Kaldur didn't hear any more then that. He wonders if that would be his fate and finds himself curling his hands into fists. No, he doesn't want to be like that.
That was certainly something that he couldn't abide.
However, he simply cannot stop himself from glancing at the door wondering when that man would show up as well. What sort of games is he going to play with him?
When Bruce finally sees his pet, he doesn't disturb him quite yet as he watches him sleep for now. At the moment, he ponders how exactly to go about training this willful creature-no matter how polite he sounds. There's something interesting here and from the video cameras placed everywhere in this room and the Pet room, he's certain he'll discover it.
Kaldur turns over in his sleep, sprawled out over the queen size bed, muttering something in his native tongue.
This intrigues Bruce as he moves closer to hear. He's never heard this language before, it almost sounded something like Greek or Latin- a combination of both? Still, even he could tell that the Atlantean was dreaming of someone. Tula had to be a name.
Who's name? A girlfriend's? It sounded like a girl's name.
He wouldn't be surprised if that's the case, but the seller had said he kept this one for nearly two years. That's a long time for anyone to wait. Even so, Bruce felt no compulsion to return this teen to the sea. After all, he paid good money for such a rarity, why should he give that up?
It's a shame, he thought looking down on the surprisingly tranquil face, he doesn't look like this more often.
He doesn't stop himself from kissing him. This, of course, wakes Kaldur enough to know that something different has happened and someone was there.
But he's never been kissed like this before. He blinks his eyes a few times, even has his heartbeats began to increase and he felt the warm stirrings of lust in his loins, adjusting them to the low light to make out Bruce's figure. His first response was to push him away- and he was trying to but part of him wanted this. Wanted to know what would happen if he lets this continue.
Kaldur could feel his hand running down his side to his thighs, the kiss becomes more intense to the point that he literally moans and his fingers wrap around the shirt that Bruce is wearing at the moment.
He simply couldn't understand why he was reacting like this. This man had bought him. He wasn't going to set him free any time soon.
So why was it that thoughts of Tula never inspired this kind of feeling in him, yet this man did?
It is confusing, it's strange and to be frank with himself, he's a bit horrified at how much he wants this. He doesn't want to believe that that was his voice making that sound with his hips grinding hhard against the man's hand that kept squeezing and stroking his harden flesh like that.
He gasps, with his mouth free for the moment as Bruce's lips found his throat-his neck where the very sensitive gills were- and nibbles there. Kaldur nearly rips the man's shirt at that, shuddering between his body and the bed. He can't believe this. He really couldn't but every touch, lick and nibble is slowly driving him out of his mind at the moment. His hips move against Bruce's hand, trying to find some sort of release from this tension that wound him up so tightly.
"Ask for it." Bruce mutters by his ear.
Half driven out of his mind by want, he still looks at him with lustful defiant eyes, "No."
"Too proud to beg?" Bruce nips his ear, "Are you sure about that, Kaldur?"
With his breath caught in his throat at the hard squeeze Bruce gave him, Kaldur turns his head slightly, swallowing, "A Prince never begs. It is beneath him."
Though he moans softly at the end of that. Bruce's hand had found it's way into his pants and seeing as he doesn't wear undergarments-he honestly couldn't believe the layers of clothing these Land-dwellers dealt with!- it had been nothing but warm skin touching hot flesh.
His eyes closed against the pleasure that was assaulting his senses right now. He doesn't know how many others Bruce has done this to- in fact he's quite certain here had been many for him to be so good at this- but he trembles feeling himself coming closer to that fine edge. Something he hadn't allowed himself to feel in the last two years in fear of being watched.
And now-
His eyes snap open, shaking as Bruce stops, but was still smiling at him as if he knew something that Kaldur didn't. Why had he stopped? Kaldur watches him warily trying to get rid of the feeling of embarrassment that courses through him at being expose like this-again. Before...he doesn't know. He doesn't understand how he didn't care before this but now he wants to cover up. Hide away this painful throbbing erection he sports because of that man.
"Well, since a 'prince' doesn't beg, he'll just have to finish himself." Bruce told him folding his arms over his chest with a slight smirk.
Kaldur glares at him, "Then turn around." He felt stupid for saying that, but Neptune help him, he's been embarrassed enough for tonight!
"Unlikely to happen."
That smug sea urchin! Was Kaldur's thought but even shifting on the bed reminds him of the rather more urgent matter. Every movement sent small bits of pleasure through his very nerve. At the moment, he quite hated that man with the smug look on his face as he turns away with a shaky breath before wrapping his webbed hand around his hard cock and began to stroke it himself.
Kaldur became so wrapped up in his own need, he didn't even notice Bruce moving to look at him better. In fact, the Atlantean had his eyes closed and his mouth was slightly agape as he pants.
Bruce, for the most part, is currently regretting his decision to play with his pet because right now he was trying very hard not to take him right then and there. The look on his face when he finally came is enough for the usually jaded playboy to break with his usual code and do what he wants to do the most.
After what he felt, he can easily and accurately imagine what it will be like to completely have him. Have him willingly would be even nicer. Have him begging for it would be better then that.
After all, he should show some measure of control. It's only been one entire day since he's had him.
Then again, no one would blame him for losing that control either if they saw what he had.
Taking a calming breath, Bruce acted as if none of this affected-the opposite was the truth- as he walks over almost in a lazy stride towards Kaldur and tilts his chin up to look at him.
Defiant as ever still.
"Now, if only your mouth was as honest as your body."
Kaldur tries to turn his head but found that Bruce had a rather firm grip on his chin. "What do you wish for now, Master?"
It would sound polite to anyone else listening, but Bruce could hear the bite in it. "If I said I wanted you to suck me off, would you do it?"
The look on Kaldur's face is utterly priceless to him. A mixture of confusion and hesitation- as if he really had no idea what he meant. It is cute. It makes taking his innocence away bit by bit even more satisfying.
"I-" His mouth works a bit but Kaldur's been without an owner for so long he's actually forgotten what that particular phrase meant. It took him a moment to recall it- his owner before the last one had said something similar hadn't he? Kaldur doesn't remember really. It had been rather a confusion time- before he felt his cheeks grow hot and he tries to pull away from him. "Of-Of course not! Why would I do such a thing?"
"It's almost cute how you think so." Bruce lets him go before turning to leave, "I'll play with you later, pet."
Once the door closes behind him, Kaldur lays back in the bed and flings an arm over his eyes trying to calm down. Trying to take back control of his body and his breathing.
To ignore the feeling that was welling up inside of him underneath the anger- Fear.
Fear came back to him like a nasty cold and he turns on his side trying to make it go away. Trying to stop his mind from imagining the terrible things that Bruce could be into. After all one of his former mistresses had been..
He pushes that away and gets up to clean himself off, reminding himself that not all wounds are visible.
Some are just too deep to be found and better left alone.
