horrendousness

[onapalehorse]

From this.

"You will find strength, and peace."

He promises, with belief.

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[onapalehorse]

"-find you." He finishes, quietly, as the words stretch lazily down. They're at his ribs now.

[lasiurus]

"'Be safe.'"

He's quiet, letting Bane right that.

"That should be enough."

[onapalehorse]

"Add something about yourself. Or a joke you know they'll reference."

He instructs, quietly.

[lasiurus]

"'Tony was right'."

Which could mean any one of a hundred things, but it's a joke that floats around between the three of them. Especially when Tony is wrong.

[onapalehorse]

He adds it, quietly, and pats his hip, then shifts away to get a higher resolution camera, so they'll be able to capture it all.

[lasiurus]

He moves into better lighting; the day is coming overcast and warm, so there's plenty to work with.

"Do you know what country they're in?"

[onapalehorse]

"I can't tell."

He murmurs, shaking his head.

"Which is fascinating."

[lasiurus]

"They'll find a way to tell us. Tony and Bruce. If it's a tech issue, Tony will work past it. Otherwise Bruce will send us a code, a riddle..."

He nods at the camera.

"Need me to pose?"

[onapalehorse]

"I would appreciate a smile."

He laughs.

[lasiurus]

Bruce obliges earnestly, overjoyed at learning Bruce and Tony are alive, and overwhelmed with gratitude at Bane for helping with this.

He has bruises still, from the scuffle a few days before, but he looks content even in the camera.

[onapalehorse]

He clicks the picture, and turns back to the screen, starting to download.

"Would you like to spend some time working with one another this afternoon, or remain devoted to this?"

[lasiurus]

"There's nothing I can do until they get back to us."

He watches Bane work all the same.

"I want to keep working with you."

[onapalehorse]

"Then go wash the writing away."

He orders.

"I shall finish here, and then join you in the workout room."

[lasiurus]

He is gone, fast and silent, back into the shower. He doesn't bother with another shirt this time.

[onapalehorse]

Bane takes about an hour, and then joins him, soft of step and quiet and patient.

"Pain today?"

He proposes.

"And the line where pleasure intersects?"

[lasiurus]

"Yeah. Pleasure needs to be part of it."

He feels good. He wants--and in one split second look up and down Bane's body it's clear he wants Bane.

"But I want you to let loose on me."

[onapalehorse]

He flies forward, grabs him up, slams him against the wall and lifts his legs up, wrapping them around his waist.

"Goodness."

[lasiurus]

As strong as Bane is, Bruce still remembers physics and leverage, and he throws a leg over Bane's shoulder and forces his whole weight against his chest to throw them both to the ground.

[onapalehorse]

He topples for him, graceful despite his size. This time he doesn't just land on him right away, shoves again.

[lasiurus]

He's grinning, even as he grapples to get Bane's arm in an armbar.

[onapalehorse]

It would probably be more effective if Bane didn't grab for his crotch at right that particular moment.

[lasiurus]

It does a fantastic job of derailing Bruce, and he squirms around to straddle Bane. He has no idea what the new boundaries are, but this is one way to find out.

[onapalehorse]

Like that, he can rake his nails down Bruce's sides, stinging and forceful and unkind.

"Bruce."

[lasiurus]

He doesn't want to hit Bane; he's not angry in the least. Or rather, his anger isn't directed at Bane at all today.

He borrows a page from Bane's book and wraps his hands around the bigger man's throat.

[onapalehorse]

He freezes for a moment, but allows it, tilting back for him.

Good for the goose, good for the gander.