horrendousness

[onapalehorse]

From this.

"You will find strength, and peace."

He promises, with belief.

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[onapalehorse]

"You made it through life as a slave with your legs shut?"

Impressed, eyebrows lifting.

"I have never heard of that."

[lasiurus]

"Don't. I told you, my master took it out on others because I refused him."

Which is hell for a man like Bruce Wayne. He can endure, and will endure, whatever it takes to keep people safe, but failure to them is torture for him.

"So I paralyzed him. I crawled in through his window, I put him against the balcony, and I stabbed him in the back. I was sent away and no one ever asked to have me as a bedmate after that. Meanwhile, some poor girl or boy is taking up where I should have been."

[onapalehorse]

"Well. That really depends which vertebra you got him in. High enough and he'll probably never get an erection again."

Observes Bane, perfectly practical in a way that is a little reminiscent of a long-lost doctor with glasses and a menace of a car.

[lasiurus]

He snorts and nods, then twists to show Bane the vertebrae he sliced between. No erections for that man. A lot of incontinence, though.

"You remember what Ra's called it? Head on a stick?"

Bruce had never been so cruel that he had used it before.

[onapalehorse]

"Good boy."

He announces, reaching up, sliding a hand slowly up Bruce's back. The sun is high enough now that they're both painted with splashes of colour.

"After so long in such pain, you deserve a touch of hedonism."

[lasiurus]

He welcomes the touch, head bowed slightly, eyes closed.

"I don't know that I've earned it. But I wouldn't turn it down."

[onapalehorse]

"I say you have, and in this moment, my opinion is the only one."

He reminds him. He is Bane's now.

"Undress the rest of the way."

Now that the air is warming.

[lasiurus]

He slides out of his clothes with familiar grace. He almost thinks he would have stripped even without Bane asking; the sun and shade feel so good dappled on his skin.

[onapalehorse]

He slides his own jacket off, leaving just the metal and leather of the vest, his dark pants.

"Are you an early riser?"

[lasiurus]

"Night person."

Teasing, just a bit.

He does watch Bane, though, the vest and those utilitarian pants that seem to fit just so.

[onapalehorse]

"Then perhaps we can intersect in the hours between dawn and day."

He murmurs, moving, taking him down onto his back on the soft blanket, looming over him, all patience and strength.

[lasiurus]

There's a lot of that tension, that willingness to fight to his death. But Bruce instead clasps his hands behind his head.

"You're a day person?"

[onapalehorse]

"No, but I'm an adult. The rest of the world is not inhabited by vampires, existing in contact with them means adapting to their mores."

Hands settling on his hips, running gently up his sides. He starts to occupy him with just touching.

[lasiurus]

"It's different here. Nothing for you to adapt to."

He has an endless number of scars, much like Bane himself has he's sure. No ticklish spots, though, and nowhere on his chest or sides that seems to be particularly sensitive.

[onapalehorse]

He takes his time about it, learning each freckle, hair, texture, rubbing one way and then the next until the sun is warm enough on his back that he pulls the vest off, kicks off his boots, and then settles back atop him in just the pants and mask.

[lasiurus]

When he has shed the vest, Bruce runs an experimental hand along Bane's shoulder.

[onapalehorse]

He stops, quiet and shocked, unused to being touched.

His back is ragged with scars.

[lasiurus]

"Hedonism. Breathe."

His fingers are gentle, with such affection it seems he's known Bane's body for years. It's another one of his traits that the women he's slept with either loved or loathed.

[onapalehorse]

"For you."

He points out, amused at having his words turned back on him, nudging a knee up between Bruce's legs.

"Don't do anything you're uncomfortable with."

[lasiurus]

"I do best when it's reciprocal."

His fingers run along Bane's sides to make his point.

[onapalehorse]

"That is a great deal to ask of you."

He looks for a moment like he's ready to slide back.

[lasiurus]

"I like to touch."

A foot slides up in a loose grappling maneuver. Stay, Bane.

"I'll tell you if I change my mind. Fair?"

[onapalehorse]

"As you wish."

Body settling down against his, hips rocking lazily.

[lasiurus]

The long dormant part of his mind that insists on rushing into burning buildings is starting to stir, now that Fox is confirmed alive.

That part of his mind is sent back to sleep when Bane rocks against him. At once he decides he really likes it, and he shouldn't.

"Keep touching me."

[onapalehorse]

"I'll have to. I'll have to spend so long touching you to prepare your body to have me."

He promises, threatens, silkily, lifting a hand under Bruce's knee to pull his body up to a better angle.