Gotham 10 years
{Clark's POV}
"Hurry up Clark..." I heard Bruce shouting up at me.
I stood in front of a wall of mirrors as I ran my fingers through my hair.
"I'm coming," I shouted back.
"Those curls of yours are fine Kent," Bruce shouted back. "Plus they are going to get fuck up tonight anyway..."
I checked myself one last time before I headed out of Bruce's geist room.
{You're probably wondering how a kid from Smallville, Kansas ends up best friends with Bruce Wayne, one of the richest men in the United States. A dormitory lottery that's how. It was our senior year in 2012. Bruce was dragging me to his last parties before we graduated. He said it was going to be the party to end all parties. So that meant sex, lots and lots of sex.
I wasn't a virgin by any means but I wasn't human. Nothing like losing control and fucking someone to death. It has never happened but I've never been completely satisfied either. I guess unsatisfying sex is better than no sex at all.
Two nights before Bruce begged me to come, something he never did. His pitch was that special guests were coming... If only I knew then how special one of them was.}
I came out of my room and made my way into Bruce's office. When I entered the room I saw Bruce sitting on the edge of his desk holding a golden mask in his hand. He was swinging around his fingers.
"What's that for?" I asked.
{I was so naïve back then. Bruce was into some sick twisted stuff long before he put on his cowl and utility belt.}
"For the party," Bruce replied as he tossed the mask at me. "It's a masquerade."
I caught it with ease. As I looked at it, I noticed it looked Greek.
"Orgy?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.
Bruce's laughter echoed throughout his office.
"Ha, you're not ready for those," he replied as he walked over to me. "My special guest wouldn't have come without them..."
Bruce looked me up and down. He reached for the collar of my shirt and unbuttoned the first few buttons.
"Hey," I said as I swatted his hand away.
"The ladies need to see the goods Kent," he said as he took a few steps back.
"I don't think..."
Bruce scoffed, "That's the problem. You think too much..."
Bruce slid down off of his desk. He walked around it and stood in front of a bookcase.
"Come on boy scout..." Bruce said as he pressed a side panel beside the bookcase.
I gulped hard before I walked over to join Bruce. As I did, a piece of wall dipped inward before sliding to the right revealing a golden door behind it.
"How..." I asked in awe.
Bruce just winked as the golden door split open.
"A billionaire needs an escape room,"
Bruce stepped in and I followed behind him. The elevator was mirrors and gold. The panel in front of us had a series of buttons with one of them being a whip and a cat symbol. He pressed that button.
"Yeah an escape room," I grumbled under my breath.
Bruce met my grumble with laughter as the door closed in front of us. The further up we went the louder the music above us became. The wall vibrated with the sounds of bodies moving and the dropping of the bass. As the doors opened in front of us Bruce took a step out and waved his hand to the crowd. They cheered.
"WELCOME TO THE LAST PARTY IN THE CAVE!" Bruce bellowed.
As he spoke his girlfriend walked up to him and grabbed him by the balls. A sharp hiss left his mouth.
"Don't ever keep me waiting again, Bats..." she hissed as she pulled him closer to her.
"Well you heard the lady...." Bruce replied as he pulled her into a kiss. "Drink... fuck and..."
Bruce's words were swallowed up by the crowd and before I knew it he had been engulfed by the crowd. The crowd soon surrounded me too. Bodies pressed up against me. Hands grabbed me from all directions.
"Mmm that farm boy life did your body good..." one voice hissed from behind me.
I recognized it and felt something sick down in my stomach. My head snapped behind me. There was a ginger woman behind me. The TA from my journalism class, Lois, stood behind me. She slid her hand down my chest to my crotch.
"Lois this is inappropriate," I said as I tried to turn away from her.
"The bulge in your pants says otherwise..." she said as she brushed her hands over the front of my pants.
As I turned around away from her.
That's when I saw her. A raven-haired woman surrounded by three other women. She wore a deep 'v' skin-tight jumpsuit with a golden Greek-style mask. As she danced our eyes met. Time seemed to slow as I watched her hips sway to the beat of the music. I'd never seen a woman so beautiful. Like a moth to a flame, I pressed my way through the crowd towards her. Pulling away from Lois I felt her grab onto my arm.
"Hey... hey..." Lois shouted.
Lois's voice faded into oblivion as I barely felt her grip sliding off my arm. I walked over to the raven-haired woman with purpose. Her eyes never left mine, even as the other three women danced into her line of sight. When I got within earshot the woman said.
"Dance with me,"
She extended her hand out to me, but when I reached out to take it one of the women stepped in between us. That woman's head turned back to the raven-haired woman. She spoke in a language I didn't understand.
"Leave us," the raven-haired woman said with authority.
The three women bowed their heads and faded away into the crowd. The raven-haired woman once more extended her hand out to me.
"I'm..." I started to say but she placed a finger on my lips.
At that moment I felt the warmth of her touch. She smelt of floras and lust.
"Shoo," she cooed as her eyes stared up at me. "Just dance..."
I took her hand and spun her around as I pulled her up against my body. I made sure to get her ass to stop right in front of me. I grabbed hold of her hips. They were thick yet firm within my hands. She ground up again matching the rhythm of the music. She dipped low causing me to tighten my grip. A soft whimper left her lips as she felt my hardness behind her. Something primal took over me.
"Follow me," I whispered into her ear. '"If you want..."
I heard an audible growl from her.
"Oh I won't," she replied.
I took her hand and I brought her up to the rooftop. The wind blew her hair the moment she stepped out onto the roof. We were alone but we could still hear the music below us. I brushed her hair from her face before I pulled her into a kiss. Her body molded into mine. It felt right. I slid my hand up her thighs.
"No panties?" I hissed.
"Where I'm from we don't wear them," she replied as she broke our kiss.
"I need to go where you live," I replied as I split her moist lips in two.
I hissed as I felt how wet she was.
"I don't think you'd like it too much," she gasped as two of my fingers entered her. "Your world has.... This..."
Her head leaned onto my chest. I felt her mouth open against my chest.
"And... this too..." I added.
I flicked my fingers back and forth fast. She gasped. Her inner walls tightened around my fingers.
"Faster..." she begged.
I was taken aback by her request. I pulled my fingers out of her.
"I can't," I lied.
She whimpered as my fingers left her. Slowly she looked up into my eyes. I dwarfed her in size but she looked at me with such longing. She wanted more.
"You can, didn't he tell you," she said as she slid her fingers into wet pussy.
She moved her fingers so fast I almost didn't see her move. She gasped and moaned until I... Primal me took over. I pinned her to the door that led to the rooftop. I swiftly undid my pants. Breathlessly I looked down at her.
"I could hurt you," I growled.
"Amazons don't break so easily," she replied.
Amazons... No, he wouldn't...
"You're the guest Bruce spoke of..." I asked.
She nodded, "He said there was someone I might like..."
"Damn it, Bruce," I cussed as I took a step back away from her.
"What is the matter?" she asked.
I stepped away from her and pulled my pants up.
"You're Bruce's special guest?" I hissed. "That's the problem."
As she stood in front of me I saw sadness in her eyes. She reached into her jumpsuit and pulled out a golden glowing rope and held it out in hand. She looked at me. Her pale blue eyes broke me. I walked over towards her and took her hand in mine.
"But I want this," she said.
Somehow I knew she wasn't lying. The golden rope in my hand glowed even brighter as she answered me. It sent a surge of calm over me. She pulled me into a gentle kiss.
"Do you?" she added as she broke our kiss.
She pulled away from me, sliding her hand down my arm. She continued to back away from me. As she did so she unzipped her jumpsuit in the front. Her outfit slid down her body. She stopped walking backward and stepped out of it. She was butt naked with her back to me. She looked over her shoulder.
"I do," I answered.
I rushed over towards her. Swiftly I stripped naked as I went. Stopping behind her I wrapped my body around her. I bent her over the edge of the rooftop. I spread her legs wide apart and asked her to bend her knees. I entered her in one deep thrust. Her back arched up. I leaned down and claimed her lips as I started thrusting into her. Slowly at first then faster and faster.
I braced myself on the glass rim around the rooftop. It cracked beneath my touch. Everything I dished out she took. Her breasts bounced with each thrust.
"I'm so close," she screamed breathlessly.
I already knew. I felt her inner muscles spazzing the fast and deeper I went. I felt the pressure building within me. I was going to blow.
"Tell me your name," she whimpered as her head leaned over the edge of the rooftop.
My thrusts grew harder. I was so close.
"Kal," I growled as I leaned over her body.
There were a few moments of deep thrusting before she came.
"KAL!"
She screamed my name into the night skies of Gotham. As I heard my name I followed suit. I claimed her lips. We lingered and joined together for what seemed like forever. I never wanted this feeling to end...
She slid the golden mask off of her face and let it fall off the side of the building. She looked over her shoulder and said.
"My name is Diana..."
{Clark's inner monologue} Present day
{They say life becomes routine after a while. The passion fades and one will inevitably become complacent with life. Whoever said that was right. Was this my life now? To be constantly judged for something I did 10 years ago... What happened to me? Where did the man who had wild passionate sex on a rooftop go?
I changed my whole life for her. She wanted to remain in the city, so we did. She wanted me to step down from working at the Planet, so I did. Hell, I even stopped talking to the Justice League all because she wanted me to. All to make us 'work'. But making us work made me fucking miserable.
Every day was a fucking slog. And for what... For me to end up in the shower alone with a hard-on from someone I'd rather had spent the past ten years with. Sigh... I don't think this is worth fighting for anymore.}
I pressed the comlink on my wrist.
"J'onzz I need a teleport out,"
I could feel J'onzz fighting hard not to ask me what was wrong.
"I'll have a robe waiting for you," he replied.
Lifting my head I watched the shower around me start to vanish. And for the first time in a long time, I felt free...