Here is the deal, I have written smut in the past, but I don't consider myself that good. So please don't get upset with me if this is crappy. I wanted it to be both slow and passionate and rough because I figured that would most suit Bane and Ren's relationship. I also didn't want it to be just about sex because in truth it is about so much more. I hope you guys like it :)
It is pretty long this chapter.
Chapter 17: Love
Ren was afraid, or at least she felt something very akin to fear. She didn't know what else to do other than hold him, her arms wrapped around his neck as she clung to him. She had never done this before, she had never been so close to a man like this. She whimpered when his warm hands crept beneath the fabric of her long sleeved shirt. They held her waist and were hesitant to do anything more, she assumed it was because of her lack of action. She nibbled on her bottom lip and pulled her chin back from his shoulder to stare up into his eyes.
"I don't know what to do." Her eyes glazed over his trimmed torso as her hands unwound from his neck and she breathlessly ran them over the contours of it. "What do you want me to do?" She breathed, her voice sounding low and aroused, in a way she had never heard herself sound before. Bane brought a hand around from the skin of her hip, back to the smooth skin of her lower back. He looked into her eyes, his eyes much darker than they had ever been and the shadows of the night reflecting upon a portion of his face. Her lips parted and her chest heaved at how magnificent he looked.
"What do you want to do to me, Ren?" Ren had nearly fainted, his lips behind the mask must had been enhanced by a thousand. She could hear a deep heavy promise beneath those words and very gradually his grip on her had tightened.
"I want to..." She took a deep breath. "U-Um..." Trembling fingers traced over the thick chest bone protruding beneath his neck. "I want to kiss all of you." She whispered. He remained still with strict eyes watching as she leaned forward, not far considering they were so close, pressing gentle lips yet again into the crease of his neck. Her body shook with some sort of heat, that familiar heat that use to be specifically oriented at her most private area.
His arms encircled her, hands wrapped under her thighs, he lifted her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. She gasped, her fingernails digging into his biceps hard enough to draw blood. She couldn't acknowledge where they were until he had sat her upon the countertop of the kitchen. The same countertop that they had made meals on in the past, whenever the mood had struck them. She pulled away, the hisses of sharp breathes coming from the vent of metal on his face.
She licked her lips to moisten them, surprised when his hands continued their exploration much more forcefully this time. He tugged at the bottom of her shirt and she incredulously pulled it over her head, the scarf bundling up within it as it was tossed to the side. She crossed her arms over her stomach, beneath the sports bra and looked away with blushed cheeks. She closed her eyes and waited for humiliation, instead she felt the like fabric of Bane's palms pressing against her shoulders.
"You are beautiful." He muttered, she looked up at him with wide eyes as a memory came thundering into her mind. She swam through it, relaxed within it, she would never forget that memory.
...your beautiful intelligence...
His hands gently pulling away her own, placing them on his chest. His eyes investigated, calloused fingers caressing the thick scar that resided on her abdomen. He had seen it before, but he had never touched it. No one had ever touched her scar besides herself and Ra's, who was the one who had sewn it and taken care of her after the attack. She forced herself not to think of it, but the scar always brought back memories. It reminded her that she could never bear children, that she could never have a normal life. She shakily brought one hand up from his chest to grab his wrist, to silently pull his hand away. What should have been said wasn't and Bane didn't question her actions. He instead placed his hand in her hip again and caressed his thumb against her skin, calming her.
Her entire body was on fire, his eyes were everywhere and she was still so unsure of what to do. But she needed to something, it was itching at her... Burning inside. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly again and pressed her chest to his. She then did what she thought was correct, she used her mouth to engulf a portion of skin between his shoulder and neck, she sucked gently at it. Anticipating that hopefully what she was doing was similar to how a French kiss would go.
One of Bane's hands cupped the back of her head and an barely audible groan escaped his respirator. She removed her mouth and pressed soft kisses up the slope of his neck, licking and nibbling where she felt he liked it. His breath was ragged, blocking out any noise she possibly could have heard. Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, she melted at her center when she felt a bump rub against her. She stopped kissing and whimpered in his ear, then suddenly the pace increased tenfold. Bane let out a growl and slid his hands down her body to take her fur boots off one by one. She felt some odd urgency within her and scooted upwards to slid off her leggings.
His hands grabbed her own and brought them to his belt, she fumbled with it for a moment, but managed to pull it from around his waist. It fell to the side with an itchy cling on the marble counter, but the noise didn't register to them. His hands grabbed at her milky thighs, caressing and groping, pulling her closer so her fingers could in ally slip the button of his cargo pants from its slit.
He was so swift, hands grabbing her breasts and it was so unexpected her back arched into him. She held back a noise that was meant to pull from her throughly, embarrassed that she was even about to make such a sound. But Bane paused in his actions and grabbed her jaw rather ferociously to make her face him.
"I want to hear it all, understood?" He demanded, she nodded her head. He did not notice and went back to her touching her, one hand skillfully pulling the black sports bra over the slope of her breasts and to the side. She wasn't expecting this, she wasn't expecting any of this, but she wanted it to happen so back that the idea didn't matter anymore. Just the feel of his hard body, rough against her.
Her hands darted over his muscles again and she kept her promise, pressing her lips to any patch of skin that she could find and that was everywhere. His fingers pinched her nipple and squeaked, jumping away, but being pulled back by that hand at her back. She bit her bottom lip and placed her chin upon his shoulder, feeling her hands up the many scars that littered his back. Despite the cold, chilly air of the penthouse there was droplets of sweat that came tumbling down the cove of his back.
He teased at her nipple again, this time with his thumb at that same noise came running out her mouth before she could halt it. She moaned loud and long, the embarrassment heating up her cheeks. As her mouth open she found him pulling her away, his thumb stuffing itself into her mouth before she could protest. He brought it back to her nipple, the cool air bringing a subtle breeze over the hardening nub as he smeared her saliva there.
He shoved his mask into the crease of her neck, goosebumps collected beneath the thin sheen of sweat over her skin. While one hand continued working at her nipple the other groped her ass, hard. She mewled out, fingernails unconsciously digging into the pale skin of his back. Red marks accompanied the scars as her nails went and Bane hissed aloud, a few word leaving the mask, but none she could find coherent.
He pulled her lower half against him again and her panties became wetter as he ground between her thighs. Her mouth opened and she moaned again, fingers moving across his back.
"God, I have never felt like this before."
"It's not finished yet." He huskily breathed out, she shivered and he lifted her up. His strength holding her in her posture as he carried her in the direction of his bedroom. She was harshly tossed onto the bed, given the moment to bounce once before he had climbed over her.
He pushed her legs apart and sat himself between them, boots hanging off the bed. The covers bunched up around the smooth curves of Ren's body and for comfort she moved her hands to hold him again, but he grabbed the wrists and held them down to the bed. He looked down at her, she made no struggle to break from his grasp. She closed her eyes took a deep breath, she had dreamed of being this way with him.
"You are such a sin..." He ground out as his mask grazed across the top of her breasts and paused her throat. "I have always wanted you, but I was never able to take what I wanted."
"You could have..." She took a deep breath and opened her eyes. "Taken me whenever you wanted."
"But I couldn't you see..." He rested his ear to her right breast, her heart pounding against her rib cage. "You were never mine to take, you were always something I would never have."
"I want you take me, Bane." His ear picked up from her skin and looked up at her with hard eyes, contemplating. "I have always wanted you, but I knew that you weren't mine to have. I wish you were." She added, causing her embarrassment to slowly dissipate.
"Tonight..." He released her wrists and slowly sat back onto his calves. "I am." He reached down and unzipped his pants, his didn't pull them down, sitting there on his knees waiting for her permission. She sat up on her elbows his gaze snapped to her full breasts, but he looked back up at her.
"Is it greedy to say that I don't only want you for tonight..." She crawled up and sat on her knees also, he still towered her when sitting. She bit her bottom lip and looked down at the bulge of his pants. She directed her blue eyes back up to his and he visibly gulped. "I want you forever." He didn't look away, he didn't want to.
"Then you have me." His voice came out in a sweet, low grumble and she wished she could kiss him then. Instead he pressed his forehead against her own. "Once we do this, there is no going back."
"I don't ever want to go back when I am with you." She replied, her hands rising to cup either side of his head, he grabbed her forearms and caressed his thumbs there.
"Lay Back, let me see you." He said, she laid back as he requested and he was on top of her again. She felt his hand trace her scar again, but she didn't comment about it. What surprise her was how his hand disappeared into her underwear, how his fingers ghosted over the crevice there and she held her breath. It caused her to moan again and she almost cried at how warm it had gotten between her legs. She sunk further into the covers, the single pillow of the bed sitting beside her head. She squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head away, the flush running down her neck and over her breasts. "Look at me." He ordered, but she was too afraid that he might be disappointed. She was afraid he might not like her reactions, her noises, her blushes. What he could do to her, him. The only man who can do what he wanted with her and get her in such a vulnerable position. "Ren... Look. At. Me." His voice was much more darker and she took is as a sign to listen or she would regret it. She opened her eyes slowly and looked up at him, just then realizing the salty drop running down her cheek. "Why are you crying?"
"You must be happier with Talia, she must not cry out like this." Bane grunted, she sighed. He knew what he wanted, this was a Bane, he always knew what he wanted. She wondered if he didn't know right now, if he was being contemplative about being with her.
"No, she doesn't..." The shame that Ren felt was unbelievable, but it all went away as soon as he finished. "make those sounds, not the wonderful sounds that I hear coming from your lips. Her sounds are wanton and heavy, I want to hear your soft mews and your violent screams as you cum for me. I want to hear you." She moaned as he pushed a finger under folds and found that special spot. She had never really gotten the chance to explore herself, it was always mental pleasure when she saw Bane, not physical. But now she could feel that she had been missing something for a long time. This time a cold shower or some other activity to busy herself with isn't going to put this fire out. He rubbed over that spot and her back arched as a million feelings hit her head on, she wailed. His forehead still rested against hers, a kiss between skin, his eyes wide open as he watched pleasure consume her body whole.
The build up was impossible, Bane used his other hand to toy with both of her nipples this time and she loved it.
"Bane." Her head jostled to the side, leaving her unmarred neck open to his view, he wanted to mark her, to claim her, but his mind told him he couldn't. He could surely take his mask off, but what then? Be in horrifying pain, while he made love with her. This was better.
The hand bringing attention to her nipples rose up to grab her neck and she twisted beneath him. His other hand picked up a ravenous pace and the build of pleasure for Ren was at its peak.
Bane had experienced sex many times before, mostly with Talia, but Talia had always found a way to use him for pleasure. It use to be of love and passion, but things started to change in Talia. Sometimes he wouldn't finish and she would simply discard him on the bed, saying that she was in a hurry and that she had other things to do. Bane would only place himself so low if it was with Talia and his time with Ren at his side was something he had relished in rarely. He had always known that she was in love with him, he had once ruled it off as an infatuation, but it was so much more. At the attention that she craved to give him and craved to accept from him, it had driven him nearly mad. He had tried so hard not to fuel the young woman's lust for him, but then he found that it was not lust at all. He was a man that had needs, but he had once told himself that Talia would supply them all and he couldn't betray her like that.
Then he had found out that Talia had invested her emotions in Bruce Wayne, just as much as she had given her love to him, he had nearly lost himself in rage. Talia stopped showing up shortly after Ren's absence, he hadn't seen her in weeks. Sex to him had become merely an act that carried hardly any emotion, only relief unless Talia had wanted it so. So Bane had been celibate for a whole month without anything to take his mind off of stress. He hardly ever pleasured himself because he found the idea of such a thing to be animalistic. Seeing Ren beneath him had brought a primal desire within him that he hadn't felt in a very long time, all he wanted was to have his way with her for eternity. He had never felt so passionate about something since he had first been with Talia. Bane brought Ren to the brink of her orgasm, she writhed beneath him, clutching at the wrist of the hand that held her throat. Bane felt so powerful then, her eyes closed and her mouth hung open as she screamed his name.
"BANE!" She slapped a hand over her mouth at the sound of herself and her eyes flashed open. Her chest was rising and falling, her other hand holding his shoulder. She stared up at him and noticed the edges of his eyes crease as if he was smiling. He couldn't be smiling, Bane NEVER smiled.
"For someone so quiet, you can be so loud." Her hand dropped away.
"Do you not like loud?"
"No, I enjoy it very much." She couldn't help it she began giggling. It was a natural laughter that if she had been keeping track, would be the third time she actually laughed in her entire life. Bane pulled his drenched hand up from her panties and the other from her breast, they went to his pants and suddenly the laughter had silenced. She was watching him intently as one hand reached into the opening of the zipper and searched. She could feel her breath hitch when he pulled it out, there was no way it was going to fit. She felt the need to touch it, but held herself back with a thought that it would be rude. He pumped it a few times with his hand clasped around its girth. Things suddenly weren't so funny anymore, they weren't light hearted or gentle. She didn't care how big he was, all she wanted was for him to be inside her. The thought that it might hurt didn't come to her at all and instead she reached her hands out for him in confirmation. This was what she wanted, what she needed.
He grabbed the hem of her underwear and dragged them down her legs, she shivered at the way his eyes focused on her center. She lifted her ankles as he pulled the undergarment from her legs completely and tossed them to the side. She gasped when his eyes met her own, his hands latched onto her hips and her body was adjusted downward. It was so close and he watched her reaction as he moved the head over the lining of her womanhood. He was about to press in with something of an impulse, but she felt that same feeling from before come over her, the reality of the position she was in came very quickly. She frantically placed one hand on his lower abdomen.
"S-Stop." She stuttered out, he paused and his eyes softened.
"Are you having regrets?"
"God no!" She blurted out and shook her head vigorously. "It's just that... I d-don't know." He stared at her for a long moment, it felt like forever through Ren's perspective. He nodded his head and scooted upward, his cock standing at full attention, he crawled almost completely on top of her. His forearms pressed flat against the bed, caging her within them. He plopped down beside her and laid down onto his back.
"Then we will go at your pace." She was shocked, she didn't know what to do. He was giving her what control that he had left after her orgasm, which was almost none.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Sit on me." He sharply replied, she gulped and sat up beside him. Staring at it, it was just there, if she sat on him she would have to get close to it. "Ren, it won't kill you. In fact it will do something far better." She bit her bottom lip and looked at him with apprehension, but then she remembered that she trusted him. He wouldn't hurt her.
She moved herself over to sit on his thighs, her center inches from his own private. Her eyes bulged when it twitched, she looked back up at Bane. He was getting impatient, she could see it in his eyes. She picked her thighs up and maneuvered herself above his length, her trembling hand grabbed it and Bane groaned. She positioned it at her opening and closed her eyes as she sunk herself down onto him.
It hurt for a split second and then everything felt extremely full. She placed her hands on her abdomen to keep herself stable. Bane placed a hand on her back and pushed her down into his chest, then without any warning he grabbed both cheeks of her ass and pushed her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let out a gasp, he pushed in again and she let out a drawn out moan.
"Fuck." She uttered, he paused in mid-thrust.
"Such filthy language shouldn't come from those lips." He stated. She nodded her head silently, anything to get him to keep going. He thrusted up all the way and she buried her teeth lightly into his throat to keep from mewing. He let out a groan, one hand leaving her ass to cup the back of her hair, his fingers weaving in through her brunette strands. "Keep Going." He encouraged, she felt her entire body rumble in pleasure and it wasn't long before confidence soon found her. It was sore, but full and right. She brought herself down against his slow thrusting, eventually sitting up and taking control of the speed. She tested the grinding up her hips and bounces to ensure that the low throbbing pain at her abdomen wouldn't get any worse. Bane's hand took her hips, she threw her head back and moaned as he lifted his hips up from the mattress, deeper within her. Her palms were pressed flatly against his pecks, her hands starting to get slippery with his sweat.
Those few droplets of perspiration that emanated from her skin, Bane had smeared across her breasts and over the edgy scar upon her belly. His hands rested there, feeling the taut muscles of year and years of training beneath the silky skin. His eyes did not veer once away from her curves, instead taking their place upon the soft plush pillows of pink that represented her lips. When his eyes went back to hers, they were closed, lashes fluttering in a dance of pleasure. Bane's hands grabbed her breasts and teased the nipples, she opened her eyes into moons and looked down at him with a dark passion. Bane's eyes shut tight and a moan from him pierced the room, the shaky uttering of his mask making it sound vulnerable. Bane had been as collected as he could be up until her sheath clenched around him and something in him snapped.
He grabbed her waist tightly enough to leave purple thumb prints there and flipped her over onto her back. She gasped, to lost in the pleasures that he had given her. Still buried inside her, he sat back on his knees and shuffled her thighs up onto his. He grabbed left ankle and placed it on top of his shoulder, staring at her with lusty eyes as he thrusted much harsher than before. She cried out, her lips parting with a whimper and her hands crumbling the sheets of the bed into fists.
"Oh Bane!" He thrusted harder and faster, the sound of her ass slapping against his still covered thighs echoed the room. He pulled out suddenly and left her empty, she sniffled as a lone tear came spiraling down her the side of her nose. Her eyes remained closed, she could make out the distinct shuffling of fabric and the thumping of boots. The bed sunk down under his weight as he found his place between her legs again.
"Open your eyes." He said, the back of his clothes knuckles caressing her chin. She opened her eyes and this time they sparkled with arousal. She grabbed the wrist of Bane's hand and yanked at the fabric that resided there. Bane remained still, her eyes not once breaking from his. She tossed the rag to the side and flipped his hand on the top side to examine his knuckles.
He entered her as the wait was becoming too arduous for his body to allow. He groaned lowly at the pit of his throat when she pressed a kiss to the bloody scab that sat at the middle of his index finger. The thrusts remained purposeful and agonizingly sedate, Bane only started to thrust faster when he felt the top of Ren's tongue brush across the very tip of his finger. She watched his reaction and found that she enjoyed it, her tongue moving over to his thumb. She engulfed her mouth over the rather large finger and sucked.
Bane grunted, tearing his hand from her mouth he placed it on her hip and began rubbing the sensitive bud that she had felt him touch before. Her hands sprung up to rest on either side of her head and lilting for him, breathing heavy enough to give him a good view of her breasts. His wet thumb toaster the tiny nub, he watched as she grunted and moaned, doing anything she could to keep from screaming. His thrusts were erratic, relentless, if she had wanted him to stop it would be too late and she did not want him to stop.
She was so close. She was so close.
She picked her torso up, her ankles sliding down his shoulders and to his surprise she merely brought herself closer to him, plopping herself down upon his bare thighs. She had recognized that split moment of emptiness as his opportunity to undress himself fully and she showed him that she was grateful for it, clenching her thighs around his strong, muscly ones. She began to bounce on him again, this time as fast as he had been doing her before. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she placed her forehead against his. She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes, just enjoying the feel of him. While his one hand continued to massage her clit, the other was placed at her lower back, holding him against her.
"I'm about to do it again." She whispered, sucking in a rather sharp breath. It was a plea. Bane's chest vibrated with something of a growl and he lifted her hips up with his one hand and slammed her down onto him, causing her to let out a loud shrill of bliss. The sheets bunched up beneath them as he pushed her onto her back again, their forehead remained connected as did their lower bodies.
Just a little further.
Bane's free hand gripped harshly at the pillow beside her and the very sight of him, the primal sound that he made as he thrusted into her sent her flying into ecstasy. Her arms wrapped around him and she latched her teeth into his skin to muffle her cries of pleasure. She shook all over, Bane thrusting faster, harder; worried that like Talia, Ren would also deprive him of his finish.
His thrusts prolonged the elevation of her pleasure and Bane picked his body up slightly. Her arms were wrapped so tightly around his neck that she rose up with him and he finally came with a harsh thrust, the skin on skin contact relatable to a boulder falling into a pillow. He held her there, satisfied for the moment. His breath was loud and ragged behind the mask against her ear. He lowered her back down to the bed, her arms fiercely wrapped around him.
"Time to let go, Ren."
"But I don't want to let go of you, I don't want to leave. Please not tonight, let me stay with you. Just for tonight." Bane closed his eyes and sighed, he wrapped his arms under her and turned onto his side, she was pulled along with him. He tousled onto his back, her arms wrapped around his neck with such a grip that she was yanked to lay on his chest, legs handing in between his own.
"What am I going to do to you?" He muttered, eyes close as for once in a long time he attempted to find sleep. She laid a kiss upon his neck, some directly on the bite marks that she had left behind.
"Who said you had to do anything to me?" She whispered in reply, breathing in his sweaty, musk-filled scent.
"But I want to do everything to you." He snorted, almost in disbelief of himself. His hand absently caressing her mid-back, tracing a picture that he couldn't understand, he stared blankly up at the ceiling.
"I love you."
"I know." It hurt her that she would probably never hear him say it back, but the action of love-making was enough to prove that he did love her. She would like to believe that he did, possibly just as much as she did. "I know you love me." His breath nearly framing the words in a picture, the same picture he was drawing on her skin.
"I know you won't say it back because you can't, but promise me that one day you will. That you do love me. It eases my mind, being with you helps me think clearly."
"You want me to promise something like that..." He took a deep breath. "When the very likely hood of us not blowing up tomorrow is so opaque."
"If I die, at least I will know that I have this." For once in her life she was happy, she didn't want to think about tomorrow or the plan to stop Talia and the bomb. She just wanted this; this moment to pretend that there was a chance she could have a future, that she could carry a child with Bane's seed now planted inside of her, that would die old and happy and loved, that she wasn't alone, that she had him. She use to think she would never know this, that it was impossible to feel so much love for one individual, now she knew it wasn't true. She had Bane. Not Talia.
Not ever again.
And Bane said nothing until he could feel Ren's shallow breath against his chest, until he knew she was sleeping.
"I promise." It was barely audible in the dark and nearly empty room.
Bane didn't know why he hadn't said it when she was awake, he didn't know why he couldn't promise her all the things that were so abstract to him. He had realized that this was the one moment in his life that he actually was afraid of something. He wasn't afraid of loving Ren, he was afraid of what love entailed. Talia had always asked so little from him, she didn't want kids or a husband. Bane knew because he had once asked Talia to marry him, he had once wanted the things that Ren wanted, Talia declined in a rather rude manner. Love meant protection. If Bane said those three words it would hardly be a burden to do as they asked of him, but it would ruin him if something had ever happened to her. He had never felt that fear with Talia. By not saying those words he saved himself and in doing so Ren as well, he kept her safe from a monster.
That monster was him.
Bane didn't sleep that night.