horrendousness

[onapalehorse]

From this.

"You will find strength, and peace."

He promises, with belief.

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[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.

[lasiurus]

He knows how to strangle, though this isn't the most effective way he knows. He squeezes, just watching to see whatever it was that Bane had so enjoyed when it was Bruce on his back. But his sadism runs toward criminals, not those he's beginning to actually like, so he lets go and catalogues scars slowly.

"What's the lesson for today?"

[onapalehorse]

"The joy you will come to take in every aspect of this. Even the pain."

He whispers to him, eyes closing.

"Slide off me. Get on your knees."

[lasiurus]

There's a touch of obedience today that has never been so much as hinted at before. He's alert, eager, in ways he typically only experiences when he's getting a new toy from Fox.

[onapalehorse]

"And your hands. Brace your back flat."

He orders, reaching out, rubbing at his hair, voice warm with approval.

[lasiurus]

He looks up at him, centering himself on the idea that Bane isn't going to do permanent damage. And then, slowly, he lowers himself onto his hands as well.

[onapalehorse]

"Thank you, that's exactly right."

He purrs, pleased with him, moving to strip off his own shirt. He tosses it over Bruce's back, informal, using him as a rack, then starts unlacing his boots.

[lasiurus]

Bruce looks up at him, amused but bewildered, but he keeps his hands braced firmly on the mat.

[onapalehorse]

The boots join the shirt, perched flat on Bruce's back as Bane rises, carelessly, walking away from him and leaving him relegated to furniture. He deliberately moves behind him, where Bruce can't see, only hear him searching about.

[lasiurus]

He's had several instructors over the years who taught him to walk with a glass of water balanced on his head, or his shoulders. Ninja things.

But he's never been turned into a footrest before. This isn't a test of his endurance or stealth, and it certainly doesn't hurt or bring pleasure, so he's waiting on something bigger.

[onapalehorse]

"How's that pride doing?"

He asks quietly, right behind him, low and taunting.

[lasiurus]

"Shut up."

That's how it's doing.

[onapalehorse]

The edge of something wooden presses hard into the back of one thigh, to make the position more difficult to hold.

"You aren't in a position to make such demands."