AN: .. I don't know if things are getting better for either Bruce or Kal or worse.
Halfway through the party, Kaldur frowns looking out the window. Dark figures moving about hardly seen by anyone else in the party. He wonders if there was a significance behind this but glances over at Artemis catching her eye with his stare.
She frowns, looking at him raising a brow before watching him nod over towards the windows. At first she couldn't tell what was going on, but then her eyes widen slightly and she tugs sharply on Roy's jacket.
"What?" He sounds annoyed at having interrupted a conversation but watches her motion towards the windows as well. "What the hell?"
"We better get back to Ollie and Dinah." Artemis turns, "I think something will happen soon."
With those two properly warned, Kaldur turns his attentions towards Dick and Wally, trying to find them in a maze of bodies. Where were they? His eyes kept searching the crowds even when he felt the tug on his leash.
"Kaldur?" Bruce frowns looking at him and following his gaze, "What is-"
"Look out the windows."
Bruce's eyes flickered towards them, for a moment he didn't see anything until something dark moves across them. He sighs deeply, great. He hopes it isn't another attempt at kidnapping.
"Dick and-"
"Over there." Kaldur nods with his head slightly, "I think we should-"
"Come along." Bruce acts like nothing is happening moving towards his ward. "Well, you get your wish, the party will be over soon."
"Not what I had in mind."
Before Bruce could really reach Dick and Wally, the windows were smashed in and dark figures came through. Bruce curses softly under his breath, and rounds the two up to hide deeper in the mansion rather then just running around in the main floor.
"What are you doing?" He tugs at the leash but didn't miss the shocked look on the prince's face. Was he surprised? No, that's not it. He knows something.
"Nothing." Kaldur hurries off with them, but casts a look back at the soldiers in black. No, it can't be. It couldn't-!
But it doesn't matter now. They were escaping from that place and he hopes everyone else would be alright. He believes they will.
After all, he's not there and he's pretty certain all they're after is money.
Kaldur shudders, thinking about what would've happened if he hadn't noticed them.
Bruce, of course, called the police as soon as they were safely away. Kaldur spent the trip staying silent as Wally went on about it and Dick occasionally mutters something between the red head's pauses (what few there were).
"Wonder why they were even there? Another robbery by Joker again?" Dick muses though his 'father' simply shrugs at that.
"Who knows."
When they arrived home, Alfred was there to greet them and inquire about their evening as well as offering some dinner he's held for them.
Dick and Wally accepted that, Bruce told Dick he needed to be in bed and not playing with Wally since he had school the next day.
Kaldur, on the other hand, slinks off up the stairs towards his designated room. His mind filled with thoughts and theories that he knows couldn't have been possible.
He decides that he needs to turn off his brain for a while. There is no possible way that that was what he thought it was. No, he has no business on land, so why?
Groaning in frustration, he takes a shower hoping to clear his mind better. He enjoys the cool feeling of the water running over his skin for a while longer. He finds the small pang of missing home lingering in his own heart.
Nothing can be done about that. He thought to himself turning the water off and stepping out towards the bedroom. Nothing at all.
He's slightly startled when he sees Bruce there in the room, staring at him with an appreciative look before looking at his eyes.
"Did you know them?"
Kaldur raises a brow and moves to collect some clothes. "Know who? If you mean the people at the party-"
"No, I mean the soldiers that broke in." Bruce moves, blocking his way, "You seemed more surprised by them then anything else. What do you know?"
"Why should I tell you?" Kaldur looks at him warily, "I am just a pet, Bruce. I know nothing important."
"I don't buy that."
Kaldur turns and simply went to bed instead. If he's going to be like that, then fine. "Then there is nothing I can tell you."
Bruce assessed the situation for a moment before deciding to try a different track. One way or another he'll find out every secret his pet has. Right now, though, he should start implementing the plan that's formulated in his mind.
"Follow me." Bruce opens the door and watches him for a while before the Prince realized-
"Now?" Kaldur's incredulous look went from him to the door then back, "I haven't-"
"It doesn't matter. No one's around but us." Bruce smiles a bit as his pet wrapped the towel that had been in his hand around his waist before stepping out. He follows him out and took the lead, "From now on, your room will not be there."
Kaldur frowns at that, "Then were shall I sleep? The kitchens?"
He snorts amused before finally opening the door to the masters, "Don't be ridiculous. You'll sleep in this room."
It was rather lavish- even more so than his father and mother's room in Atlantis. Another thing about it was that it was dark. Almost like a cave with all that dark wood everywhere. He almost wonders if those dark curtains even open. Still he watches Bruce warily again, "And you wish for me to sleep where?"
"Here." Bruce thought it was quite obvious but gestures to the bed anyway and heads tot he bathroom to get ready for bed. "Oh and one more thing."
"Yes?" Kaldur glances at the bathroom.
After a while, he steps out in only pj bottoms and looks at him, "You won't be needing any sleepwear while in here. Understood?"
"So, you basically want me in here nude at your convenience?"
Bruce only smiles sauntering up towards him, "You did say you were at my pleasure." He tips Kaldur's chin up so he could look into those beautiful eyes, "Well, my pleasure dictates that you should always be naked in my bed for bedtime."
Kaldur bites back a scathing remark and reminds himself that he was playing a game with him. Cater to him enough and he'll make it back home. Still, he wonders if he even wants to go back. Not with...
He opens his eyes, not knowing he closed them not too long before, staring back into the dark eyes of Bruce who was studying him.
Now or never.
"Very well." There was a slight infliction in his tone as he moves closer to the man. Pressing against him and tilting his head slightly, "If that is what you want Bruce, than how can I deny such a simple..pleasure?"
He breathes the last word out similarly to a soft moan. He's suppose to be seducing him, but in a way Kaldur really does want him to touch him again and not just because he's trying to use him.
Bruce stares down at him for a long moment before smiling slightly,"Thank you for indulging me." Then he turns from him and went right to bed.
Kaldur stood there for a long moment wondering about that. Still, if nothing was going to happen he might as well get some rest.
Even though he huddles up on his side of the bed, he was having trouble sleeping. His mind kept wandering back to the night events. Those men, he knew them. He knew where they came from.
But for the life of him, Kaldur couldn't say as to why Black Manta's soldiers were there.
When he wakes, he's weighted down by an arm that wasn't there before. In fact, there's a leg over his and a body that's so close, he had no real means of moving without alerting his bed partner. So for now, Kaldur lays there taking in his surroundings once more. He turns his head and looks at Bruce, who was still snoring away-well at least it wasn't loud- asleep.
Weird way, Kaldur thinks he almost looks innocent like this.
Almost being the operative word here.
Still, he never pegged him as a cuddling type of guy. He always seemed so sure of everything that it was on the verge of being-well wait it already was annoying. Though, if Bruce was like this all the time, maybe Kaldur wouldn't really mind being owned like this.
But he doesn't want to be owned. That was the problem.
With a soft sigh, he closes his eyes for now thinking on what he should be doing today. Not even a few minutes into this, he feels the bed shifting and a wet soft tongue licking around one of his nipples. Teasing it til it became hard and a hand that shifts downward along his side dragging nails lightly as it goes.
When he didn't make a sound-which was hard given he's quite sensitive- the teasing became more aggressive to the point that a deep moan slips out from his lips and he could no longer hold back or pretend to be sleeping.
Especially since Bruce decided he'd rather have something else.
Kaldur felt those lips wrap around his hard cock and nearly was undone right then by them, but had to stop himself from thrusting inside. He didn't want to hurt the arrogant ass, but damn if he wasn't close to doing so in the heat of the moment. His webbed hands found the back of Bruce's head, the dark hairs slipping between the fingers as he moans softly. A hitch in his breathing as he felt teeth lightly glide along his skin.
"Bruce." It sounded almost like a whimper.
Bruce would've smiled if his mouth wasn't so busy at the moment. Instead, he continues on until he could taste the precum in his mouth before he stops and earns a disappointed groan from his pet.
Looking at him like this only increased Bruce's desire to have him, keep him and never let this little prince go. Which was the reason for his decision right then.
"What-?" Kaldur's startled more so by something slick near a more intimate part of him then not. There's a soft buzzing int he back of his mind, but he's trying to push it down. It was a strange mix, fear of the unknown and being so aroused as he was when the finger slips in.
It felt strange, but not entirely unpleasant. Though whatever it was doing, he moves his hips a bit more as soft sounds slipped from his plump lips. He's unsure of what to do, per say, because really this is the first time he's ever-
His eyes widen with the addition of another finger. The speed of the fingers pumping into him increased. He's shuddering gasping for air as his hips rolled against them.
But he's not begging. Instead he's moaning Bruce's name with a n accent to the word. Then the accent became more pronounced the closer he got. In the back of his mind, he thinks this is really undignified, but he can't help it.
The loss of the fingers, made him twist and look to see what happened. He didn't want it to stop. He wanted more and he was so close-
Bruce's lips cover his own, and greedily he returns it raking his nails lightly against the man's broad shoulders. He doesn't think he's good at this but, at the moment he doesn't really care as long as it felt good.
"Relax." Bruce mutters, his lips moving towards Kaldur's gills nipping them and earning a soft sounds from the dark skinned teen underneath him.
Relax? How could he do such a thing when he's so wound-up and wanting? How-?
Something pressing against that hole, Kaldur's first reaction is to tighten up, but Bruce told him to relax. He vaguely recalls the talks. Right. He needs to. It'll be easier. So he tries, but that buzzing feeling in the back of his mind of energy being ready to use.
He can't be scared. Bruce knows what he's doing, he has to know-
A soft cry is wrestled out from him at the first thrust. It's uncomfortable, and a bit painful, but he really can't think any more. The buzzing is getting louder, but he's beating it back. He's trying hard because he doesn't want to go back. He doesn't want to be sold to someone who isn't as nice enough to give him a warning.
"Are you alright?" Bruce was really putting himself through the test right now. He's trying hard not to just lose himself in the tightness that gripped him now. He waits for the nod when it's finally given, he goes slowly, but goddamn if it isn't like torturing himself to do this.
He just doesn't want to actually hurt him. He listens attentively enough before he could actually let go with this speed. Which came in the form of Kaldur wrapping a leg around his hip, kissing him deeply with nails biting into his skin that made him lose all sense of reasoning.
Kaldur.. Kaldur cannot think. He doesn't even know what he's saying anymore, only that he wants something. He wants that release and the only way to get that is to encourage Bruce. What words were he saying? English? Atlantean? A mix of both?
He knows Bruce hisses because he's basically clawing at his back, holding him closer, tighter against his body as he moves against him in a frantic frenzy that had nothing to do with finesse at all.
When he came, he's never really actually felt something like this before. It was different, it was...
He doesn't know how to explain it, but the buzzing died down at the moment of release with hardly a sound even passing his lips because he felt he is beyond that. He's still shaking, the fine tremble that dances along his body following the shiver down his spine as he clung to Bruce. He doesn't want this bit to end because it means there's a reality he has to return to.
Where he's plotting to return home and were nothing he feels in this moment is real.
A brief sense of completion.
He wonders if he'll become addicted to this feeling to become like Wally. Anyone will do as long as he could feel this again.
Kaldur closes his eyes, no he doesn't want that. He's just at a loss of what to do about it though.
Still, Bruce is kissing him with more care then before. Unexpectedly, it warms his chest in a way that he can't explain. He likes this. He really does. Why can't Bruce act like this all the time?
