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Truth - Superbat - L E M O N

"I thought you resurrected me because I thought you liked me."

Clark said, giving Batmam a smirk. Bruce,surprised and embarassed, took a tiny step back. "I... I do not... Like.. you.."

And with a dash, Clark left. Civillians. Bruce shaked his head and continued his job.
(This is an actuall frickin scene in the movie)
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"Master Wayne, we have a visitor." Alfred spoke, knocking on the grand piano. Bruce looked at him and nodded, contiuously playing.

"Well," The billionare shrugged. "Let them in." Bruce stood up and slowly ran to alfred's side, ready to greet the visitor. Alfred opened the door. Bruce sighed and stuck a smile on his face. "Goodevening! What brings you here-- Clark?"

Superman smiled. "I-I suppose, I shall give you a private moment." Alfred gulped and slowly walked away, probably heading to the Bat Cave. Bruce  widened the entrance, a gesture for his visitor to come in.

He closed the door. "What -- brings you here?" Bruce raised up his head to match Clark's eyes. Bruce's friend just gave him another small smile... That ment something. It wasn't good, it wasn't bad...

It was temptation.

"Clark, this is eccentric. What's wrong with you?" He took a step back as Clark took one forward.

"Oh Bruce." His voice deepened. "You know what it is."

Bruce thought he was being unusual as well. He's not like this-He's not submissive. 'I'm strong.' He took another one backward. 'I'm the batman. People fear me!' Another step. It wasn't long enough until his back pressed against the wall. "Stop-this is nonsense!" Bruce tried pushing the Kryptonian away, but it was futile. It had him panicking inside his mind. But Clark hadn't done anything. He was just towering Bruce bellow with those eyes. 'I want to rip them off. They're seeing right through me.'

"Goddamnit, Superman!" He looked down, face all flushed up. "I do NOT have a God Damn clue!" He started banging on his friend's chest, just hurting his hands more. He rested his hands on Clark.

Clark put used his fingers to raise up Bruce's head for him to gain eye contact. "I thought you liked me." He spoke in a serious voice. The expressions on the billionare's face where all mixed up. Confused? Embarassed? Guilty? But it was obvious.

The truth can be seen on his face.

"Oh, fuck you." He took away Clark's hands and looked away. "I brought you back because I needed you--" Shit! "-- I-I meant we needed you, Clark! The whole world needed you." Bruce had his eyesight go somewhere where the sight of Clark isn't there.

The Kryptonian started to move forward, clearing some space between them. "It's too bad then." He whispered, "-because I like you."

Bruce wasn't expecting it, but Clark teasefully bit his ear. His fucking ear. "C-Clark..."

"All I want is the truth, Bruce." He started teasing more. "That's all I want - And well, this." He snaked his left hand under to caress his thigh, while the other one propped him to the wall.

"Clark Stop!" Bruce huffed, trying to remove Clark's hand, but he just squeezed tighter. It had only been rubbing, but Superman already heated him up. Bruce kept his moans shut tight in his throat, and preventing himself to sprout. "Clark Joseph Kent!"

"What."

"Would you stop this!"

"No."

"Please!"

"I need the truth first. Do you really like me?"

"...."

Clark continued. He went further. Without hesitating, the Kryptonian crashed his lips onto the billionare's.

Bruce shut his mouth tight as Superman struggled to enter. "Clever," Clark commented. "But not clever enough." Caught offguarded, Bruce's you-know-what had been groped, making him release his first moan. An entrance for Kent. As their tongues worked Bruce shut his eyes as he went red. Everything was hot.

'I'm not giving in.' Bruce pushed him away as he panted heavier. He ran to the side and upstairs. 'I am fucking things up with a super-man... With Superman.'  Bruce ran to hide in his bedroom, his hands shaking whilst doing the locks. "No... no.."

"You didn't think I'd get here, did you, Bruce?"

The billionare looked behind him to see Clark removing his glasses. While he was unbuttoning his shirt, Bruce's eyes were trailing down to his you-know-where(his Dong). It was obviously big. "Like the view?"

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Bruce was pinned down on his own bed, by his own friend. The concupiscence Clark Kent has had burst into flaming beacons. The sound of Bruce's casual moans and kissing noises filled the room.

When Clark released, Bruce released an unsatisfied moan. "Calm down." The Kryptonian sat, pulling the legs of his friend towards him. With no effort, he carried Bruce on top of his lap. Their sprouting trees had touched. When he was about to touch it, Clark gently took away his hands.

"P-please..."

"Let me, Batsy." Impatient, Clark ripped of Bruce's pants. Expensive or not, it was worth it. He pressed his thumb on Bruce's precious lips, giving him a hint on what to do.

'Embarassing.' Bruce thought. But hey, he'd started to suck. Both his hands cupped superman's, making sure he's enjoying what he's seeing. Clark removed his thumb, but then putting in two of his fingers in Bruce's mouth. The billionare started to seductively lick and suck on purpose.

Clark bit his lip as the fire of lust increases. When he removed his fingers, Bruce leaned closer to Kent. The friction between their hoo-has made their kiss more intense. Bruce, distracted by the kiss, didn't know what was going to happen next.

The kryptonian slid his hand inside his friend's boxers, then started rubbing. "Ahh-!" Bruce stopped the kiss as his fingers dug into Superman's back. He knew exactly what to do with Bruce's hoo-ha as he played with it. "No-- I think I'm--"

"Hold it." Clark ordered. While doing Bruce, he was undoing his pants at the same time. Once he finsished, he stopped on Batsy as well. "You want me to go dry or-"

"No! Goddamnit Clark wouldn't you know this by now?!" Bruce exclaimed.

Clark just laughed. "Feisty."

Silence.

"Change my mind -- I'm going in Dry."

"Clark no!!"

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Yes, the Wayne Mansion is a well built palace for the rich-but you can hear the moans of Bruce Wayne and the creaking on the bed meters away. Alfred flushed red and prepared tea for the two. "Good Heavens, I hope they are just role playing like children in pirate ships."

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Yo!

Pshh-- like I said, alot of sex. Anyways, this is my first one! I hope you Superbat lovers enjoyed it! More to come!

The author,
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