horrendousness

[onapalehorse]

From this.

"You will find strength, and peace."

He promises, with belief.

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[lasiurus]

"You just star--"

And then he's muffled and thrashing, but not in the same frantic, fight-or-die way that he does when it's his neck.

[onapalehorse]

"Perhaps I am a sadist. For you."

Hand still and inexorable over his mouth, mask close to him, Bane's eyes are bright.

[lasiurus]

There's the panic. The League of Shadows eradicated the idea of using this as play, and he's fairly sure it did for Bane, too. If in fact he ever knew how to play to begin with. Which means this is a potentially fatal situation.

He manages to get one hand free, and goes for Bane's eye.

[onapalehorse]

He scores, and Bane rolls off him, hand pressed over his face, quiet. No permanent damage, he can tell right away, but his eyes are watering and there'll be a scrape at the corner of one. He blinks quickly.

[lasiurus]

Bruce rolls onto his side, steadying his breathing, aware that he's not dead. And very well could have been. Which means that he overreacted, most likely.

"Are you okay?"

[onapalehorse]

"Fine. I'll pin your wrists next time."

Lowering his hand, revealing the absence of damage.

[lasiurus]

Bruce glowers at him, but doesn't argue or try to stop it. This is part of the lesson, and he won't back out of it.

"What comes after you choke me out?"

[onapalehorse]

"Nothing. I'm not actually going to take you that far."

Shaking his head.

[lasiurus]

Bruce considers that, and nods. And then scoots forward.

"All right."

Green light.

[onapalehorse]

"You have enough to not think about."

He informs him, settling down over him again, easing onto the carpet.

"This is mercy."

[lasiurus]

Everything inside him is in turmoil right now, which is why he's willing to see this through. But he resists the way Bane lays him down, and instead he turns so his head is in Bane's lap and he can look up at him.

He clasps his hands over his chest.

"Let's see if we can do this without you pinning me."

[onapalehorse]

"Very well."

He agrees, hand stroking slowly along his jaw.

"Tap out if you require, Bruce."

[lasiurus]

He takes Bane's other hand, squeezes it and lets it go, and relaxes.

[onapalehorse]

"Do you think they'll be able to enhance the resolution of that picture enough to see the come you still have on your chest?"

He whispers, and then he's suffocating him again.

[lasiurus]

The question gets a gasp, which is cut short by the sudden clamp of Bane's hand. But god, what a thought, what terrible timing for sex in today's world, what a hideously bad thing it would be if they knew. Bruce feels the stirrings of arousal just picturing it.

[onapalehorse]

"Do you think they'll come steal you away before you have a chance to ride me?"

He asks, breathless himself, watching his eyes.

[lasiurus]

When Bruce whimpers it's low, rough, like you would expect from Batman and not the man behind the mask. His hand reaches up, but instead of clawing, he grips Bane's shoulder like he had before he'd come the second time.

His lungs are starting to burn.

[onapalehorse]

His hand releases, and he bends low, wanting to really hear that first inhale.

"Please-"

[lasiurus]

He gulps in air, clinging to Bane until the pounding in his ears has gone. For several blissful moments it's like it was under the tree, with no concerns at all.

"Shower-" gasping still, "-with me."

[onapalehorse]

"I'll get you into one."

He decides, scooping him up like he's air.

"And then a meal, and to bed. You didn't sleep last night."

[lasiurus]

"I never sleep much."

In case Bane is hoping that Bruce's circadian rhythm will even out.

But today, he will. He's exhausted from the crash his mind took a few moments earlier, from the orgasms, from a week running on minimal sleep. He's half-dozing by the time they get to his room.

[onapalehorse]

He skips the mean, in that case, settles him down into the bed, and tucks blankets over him.

This time, there's no need to lock the door.

[lasiurus]

He wakes the next day, shortly after dawn. He showers and changes, and goes out to find Bane.

[onapalehorse]

Bane is in the study, sorting through more information. He nods when Bruce comes in, at the second computer. More information, detailed records of Bruce and Tony's captivity records, the correspondences with this Meg character.

A maid brings in a tray with poached eggs, bacon, toast, and fried tomatoes.

[lasiurus]

Bruce chews a strip of bacon as he reviews everything they know currently. Which isn't much, except that Meg claims to know where Tony is; she ignores questions about Banner.

He looks up at Bane finally.

"What do you think? We find her, we find them?"