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[onapalehorse]

From this.

"You will find strength, and peace."

He promises, with belief.

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[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?"

[onapalehorse]

"I'm demanding proof first. I have a hard time believing they would be separated. That anyone could force Banner to release his hold-"

Gesturing at a print out, now tacked up to the sill. A closer shot of Bruce carrying Tony during his rescue, white faced and ferocious, smeared with Tony's blood.

[lasiurus]

Bruce looks at it, his expression taking on some of that hollowness again.

"Do you think Tony's really alive? For him to survive that...we don't have the medical care he'd need anymore."

Meg won't offer proof immediately. She'll wait for word from Lucifer, because she has to. And when he gives the green light to send proof, he demands that they do it with a group photo. Tony, Bruce, and the demon, all acting like best friends at Mardi Gras.

[onapalehorse]

"Bruce."

He says, the moment the email arrives. Banner can't quite make himself smile convincingly for the photo, looks red faced and a tiny bit miserable behind the curl of his mouth. But he is alive.

"This looks current."

[lasiurus]

"No idea who the real master is, huh?"

Frowning, motioning with a pen at the spunky, darkhaired woman standing between them.

"Will they let us talk to Bruce directly?"

[onapalehorse]

"They say they want to buy a night with you, that he'll be there."

He admits, shaking his head.

"I don't want to risk that. But if you felt able to negotiate terms, we could approach it cautiously."

[lasiurus]

"Not until we know more about them. I don't want to end up abducted by them."

He can't stop looking at the picture.

"What do they know about us so far? ...Assuming they didn't enhance my picture to see the dirty details."

Finally looking at Bane with a small smile.

[onapalehorse]

"That I'm a private owner, recently come into possession of you, with a desire to show you off, and that I'm trading tidbits of information about your family for good behaviour. Heavily implied to be sexual favours."

He explains, reaching out without thinking and scratching a hand through his hair.

"Plausible, since most would not be able to subdue you."

[lasiurus]

"Just tell me when and where to jump in."

He tilts his head, enjoying the touch. No one is really familiar enough with Bruce to just touch him, and the novelty makes it better.

"What are they being used for?"