The BOWL; Superbat

7

Bruce stayed by Clark most of the four days Clark as in coma. His outer wounds healed quickly, no visible scars but minor redness in the areas. His left shoulder. His right lung. Clark had three others in his gut. Whoever else that had kryptonite got to him. Bruce found a single left over dagger in Clark's shoulder. The blade of it was almost entirely kryptonite, the color was teal only because it had been mixed with chromite. The person who made it was amateur and synthetic biology was the main maker of the mineral. The creator is still smart.
Lucius came by twice a day to check Clark's brain activity. REM. Good. All systems are working... Bruce waited. He fixed himself in the chair beside the guest bed Clark was in, asleep. The sun was setting, a passing of light covering the bed and wall. The blankets were shoved off, Bruce jolting awake. He opened his mouth at the sight of naked Clark standing by the door, his back facing him.

"Damnit." Clark rubbed his eyes. Bruce stood.

"Sit down, Kent." The hero spun around, laser eyes ready to fire. He slowly went back to normal. Bruce glanced down then back to his face. "Cover yourself." Clark pulled the duvet cover over himself.

"What happened?"

"You don't remember anything? You were stabbed." The taller frowned. "You showed up on my doorstep four days ago bleeding out with a knife in your left shoulder."

"H-how?"

"I don't know exactly." Bruce walked around the bed to his closet. He tossed him jeans and a white t-shirt. "Get dressed. You'll remember soon." He left the room holding his breath, Clark confusingly watching him leave.

Clark got dressed as fast as he could. He flew down the stairs and around Alfred who was carrying scones while Tim was trying to sneak away with a few. He himself took one. Bruce had already made his way into the cave. Clark landed in the chair in fro n of all the many screens showing scenes from surveillance cameras planted around the world. He smirked as he ate the scone he took. "What're you doing?"

"If I can't make the serum levels correctly summed, we will be mated for life, because of... sex. It is only estimated a weeks time before the Calor insures that the heat happens. It could happen well before then too."

Clark rubbed the back of his neck, him looking over Bruce's shoulder at the equations and notes. He took a deep breath stepping away from the papers to the small almost lab in the center of the cave. Murky bubbles boiled in tubes, a greenish liquid glowing slightly off to the side in a cylinder glass. He went to touch when Bruce grabbed his hand. "Unless you want kryptonite in your bloodstream again, I suggest not touching any of this." He pointed to the grey-brown bubbles. "That's mine. It's supposed to keep me from going into that omegan heat, while yours keeps all alpha pheromones from being released. Neither are going to work... I've tried. Everything you said was right."

"That time on the docks. You almost caused my lungs to close when you did that. Bruce, I'm not indestructible." The two shifted on their feet. "You have my blood, not just the rock, right? What I said- I was angry."

"I know... I don't have much, since you never fucking bleed." Bruce grumbled as he walked his way to the exit, Clark following like a puppy. "I'll send Alfred down to get Lucius, since he knows more about this than I do. I'm making the boys stay with Diana and Hal for the next two weeks. They have scheduled nights so there is no need for Kon to show up here either. I also understand that Selina is in town, so Dick is keeping her at bay..."

The two entered a dark room not far from Bruces, the light came on as they stopped walking. The walls had sound proof padding on all the walls, the ceiling, and the door, the floor covered in a thick layer of carpet. A singular large box spring and mattress lay in the middle of the floor with a dresser on the wall behind it built into the wall. The lighting was well and all edges were softened. "What is this room for?" Clark asked.

"It's just in case." He moved his focus to Clark's eyes. "I-i don't want you to think you would be taking advantage of me, so, Clark... I give you all permission to do whatever you need to do. No matter what I say. Anything."

"Bruce-"

"I will be fine. Let's just hope that Lucius can fix the serum." They left the room, the light shutting off behind them.

Two days later, music played, water running in the sink. Clark whistled in the mirror of his guest room, his hand holding a razor as he pulled it down his face one last time. He jolted from the mirror as it cracked from him accidentally freezing the glass. "Shit!" He dropped the razor into the water. Clark rubbed the mirror with his towel trying to wipe the frost from it. His breathing quickened with his frustration, a scent passing his nose. He paused and took another smell, an arousing sound not so close behind it.

He reached for the radio shutting it off, an unexpected tone in Bruce's voice loud and clear. Clark rushed from the bathroom. Hardly covered by his towel he flew through the halls across the mansion to Bruce, the door to his room half open. Footsteps clicked up the stairs, Lucius stopping at the top. The two looked at one another before Lucius spoke. "Get him to the room and don't let him leave. No matter what he says do what you have to do." Clark nodded swallowing down the beginning of his rut, Bruce's scent making it hard for him to breath.

A loud crash rumbled the floors, Bruce shouting and throwing the rest of his bed. Clark shoved the door open pushing broken glass and clothes out of his way. "Bruce."

An irritated growl came from Bruce as he turned to face Clark, his face calming when they met eyes. "Clar- gah!" He dropped to his knees, the other beating him to the floor. The small wave of fever almost crippled Bruce to the point of him being unable to walk, both trying to ignore how much one another's scent was getting to them. Clark bent down pulling him up. Hands gripping onto Clark's shoulders, Bruce was carried from his room.

The light flicked on, Clark closing the door with his foot. In a momentary sober break in his heat, Bruce pushes away from Clark, the light sound of his breath leaving his mouth as he pulls him toward the bed. His hands cup Clark's face, the two kissing slow only to have another bolstering fever take over his body. His hand traveled down Clark's side under the towel he still had on. He tugged on it weakly pulling it from the others waist. "You don't know what you're doing." Clark whispered between kisses.

A moan escaped him, both removing Bruce's clothing. He pulled back with an uncomfortable look on his face, hands pushing the other away. Clarks rut was in full swing, he couldn't stop it even with Bruce's pleas.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He whispered. Bruce whined, Clark's fingers gathering slick from his hole sliding two of his fingers into him making Bruce release a grunt out of pain. He motioned in and out, scissoring him as he kissed Bruce's neck and down his chest. Clark added a third finger after he thought Bruce was ready, Bruce starting to feel the pleasure over the pain of being stretched by the others fingers. Clark pulled his fingers out gathering a little more of the slick and lubricated his member with it, pressing the tip to Bruce's hole.

"This might hurt-"

"Don't care..." He paused with a light smile and kiss to Bruce's mark. He slowly slid himself into Bruce, making a pained groan come from his mouth. Once he was fully inside him, he stilled whispering comforting words to Bruce. Slowly the other got used to Clark's large size, the swelling heat causing his grip on Clark's arms to get tighter. "Move."
Clark started to thrust slowly as Bruce became more accustomed to the feeling. As he kept his pace slow, he ever so lightly trailed his hands up and down Bruce's body, Bruce moving his hands up to Clark's back digging into his skin. "Haah!"As the pace sped up the two moaned out. Bruce hid his face in Clark's collarbone, his hips grinding and pushing. He didn't want to moan but he did. He didn't want to move against Clark but the warmth he had pitted in his gut causes him to. Loud moans were pulled from his throat, his heat taking over every bit of him, almost euphoric. 

The kryptonian kept his hands fisted into the sheets to keep himself grounded, his thrusts the only thing out of his control. Bruce cried out with each harsh pound, his alpha knot beginning to make its way from the base of his cock. Clark moved a hand down enclosing a fist around the growing knot.
Bruce came with a loud moan from the sudden touch. Clark shuddered along with him, coming not too long after Bruce. The two lay there connected for several minutes as Bruce's knot went down in Clark's hand. Bruce wouldn't let his face show, an arm covering all but his mouth.

He sniffed wiping tears from his eyes as Clark let go of him and pulled out. He glared at the ceiling, his heat not yet gone but toned down from their activity. "I'm sorry, Bruc-"

"Shut up."