#roommates verse.

[lilacsongs]

kyungsoo  didn’t  expect  for  his  accommodation  arrangement  to  be  modified  so  suddenly,  but  as  a  freshman  who  knows  nobody  in  this  town  yet  and  little  about  it,  there  is  not  much  he  can  do  but  to  accept  what  he’s  been  dealt  with.  kyungsoo’s  eyes  widen  in  sheer  surprise  when  he  opens  the  door  and  finds  the  familiar  stranger  in  front  of  him.  there’s  no  way.  “....  you’re  my  roommate?”  / @artisn

[gothamincarnate]

this was supposed to be an ask response for @strongwilltm about Bruce and Lex’s first time. This ended up more of a drabble, so if it doesn’t line up with your bruce that’s totally cool they just kind of got away from me, the perils of having written bruce before is that i have my own ideas lol 

-- They’d been drunk in their dorm, unwinding from finals and projects. Friends becoming more, or maybe they had always been but neither one had made the first move. Not out of fear, but just... complacency. A few drinks had served to push them over into kisses, quickly devolving into more. He was a Luthor, and that’s what Luthors did. They never took things slow, and Waynes didn’t either.

Bruce was biting his way down Lex’s chest. Nibbling at the soft round flesh-- normally it would bother him, but it was Bruce, so it was alright for now. Many-a-time that Bruce had to help Lex struggle in or out of a binder.

 A soft tongue worshiping a nipple, strong thighs straddling Lex’s own, pinning him to the couch. Bruce was so much larger, made him feel small and wiry. Maybe a little dysphoric, a body that he could never have even with his workout routine and all. But for now he was too lost in lust, so he did his best to tuck it away. To try to focus on the sensations instead of his own mind.

Fingers brushed at his belt, a slight pull away as Bruce noticed the hesitation. “Is this ok?”

“Of course it is.” And he pressed on with another kiss, intent on taking what he wanted, but Bruce put a steady hand on his shoulder. Pushing him away-- the nerve! He was a Luthor, and Bruce had been fine with this just before and here he was, being rejected! Ready to struggle and hiss at the man for taking this too slowly, until he saw the sheer pain in the man’s eyes.

“I’m not going to let you do this, to use me like this.” And his words were monotone, icy but not and determined yet not cruel. It was what Lex knew best though-- sex as a weapon, or a tool for self gratification and self harm in equal measure. To escape, to ignore everything else for a while. Easier done with some anonymous body at a club, but simple enough to do with a college roommate if you just... locked everything up in a box afterwards.

Lex told him as much in response. “It’s what I want. The only way I know how to want this.” An honest answer, because it was Bruce, because he knew him, had known him off and on since they were both young. And because Bruce knew his game because he played it himself sometimes. He was being called out, being told to correct his actions, in a way that only a select few would dare, and fewer that he would even consider listening to.

Bruce pressed a softer, far gentler kiss to Lex’s temple, and Lex shivered at the idea of being loved and cared for. “Lex, you always dive into things. You hurt yourself, you hurt everyone. I don’t want this if this is how you’re going to do it.” Again, that chilling but loving tone: “Talk to me.” A finger brushed at his lips.

Lex let his muscles sink and relax against the couch. “You’re so fucking beautiful and I--No matter what I try, no one will see me the same as you.” And maybe, if he could have this, if he could have Bruce’s body, the curves of muscles under his fingers, the straight lines of his chest and hips. He could pretend for a bit.

And it was more than physical-- the Waynes were a renowned name in Gotham, one of the few good ones that no one dared sully. The inverse of his own-- a name with new money, oft-whispered conspiracies as to just how someone like that got so much in so little time. His father’s dirty business practices that he was the heir to.

The boy with dead parents, god rest their souls because they were saints. Look at him, rising above his trauma and going to college. The demon child with a dead mother and a ruthless father. Well no wonder he turned out this way, he’s going to graduate and become the next great tyrant.

They were so similar, and yet there was so much dividing the two.

He sat up on the couch, forcing Bruce to sit up as well. That wide hand and too-strong arm held him close, protecting him from his own mind. But Bruce more than anyone, knew that sometimes when the mind went to these dark places, there was nothing to be done except to ride it out until it passed.

“Too many thoughts.” Lex rested his head against Bruce’s chest, waiting for Bruce to chide him again. But he allowed it, with that studying bug-under-a-microscope look that was far too sober. Lex leaned off of the couch, pouring another snifter. Again, Bruce didn’t reject to this. Apparently hiding away from your anguish by drinking was allowed, but hiding away in physical pleasure wasn’t.

Bruce ran a hand along Lex’s arm, holding him close. “You could just come to the gym and work out with me. I could help you.”

Lex nodded, a tiny smile as he kissed at Bruce’s jaw. “That sounds nice.” And he tried again, a little nibble where he had just kissed. “Can we do something if I promise it’s not out of my patented billionare’s son self hatred?”

Bruce sighed, dropping his head and kissing Lex’s scalp. “Later. If you survive our first workout together.” A smile against Lex’s skin, a promise of things to come. “Let’s just get to sleep for now.”

[gothamincarnate]

Evolution of a name! (Bruce)

[ @strongwilltm // this didn't end up as the prompt at all but whatever ]

-- One event in Gotham, he’d come face to face with the Bat. The invitation had been served with plenty of bruises and an attempted mugging. Lex had handled it-- he’d had a target on his back practically from the moment his father had announced his birth. He was well-trained in self defense of all kinds. 

But the Bat had to show up, had to assume that Lex was weak and powerless. But as much as a smack to his pride that was, it was fascinating, seeing the Bat for the first time. To confirm that he wasn’t a story or a legend. Living, breathing. Hell, panting after a workout of taking out the muggers.

Not one to fall for the shadows and fear trick, Lex reached out. Making sure it wasn’t a ghost. A hand on the Bat’s shoulder. Testing, making sure that the creature-like human was solid and real. Leather and a plastic-like armor beneath his hand. A human, with human fabric and human protections.

The myth slid back into the shadows, almost flinching at the contact. The man raised his hand and shot something, and with cape fluttering, he flew off into the night. Yes, he could see where the legends and tall tales came from. 

But he could also see through it, see that there was some mysterious man beneath the mask. A man of blood and bone, who could break and bleed. And who threw himself into helping others anyway. 

Strange, very strange.