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Screams and applause were heard around the fiery building as superman descended from a window, carrying a man in his arms. Once again, the Kryptonian came in and saved the day along with Batman.
He stepped foot on the ground, as the person he rescued thanked him with a warm embrace, possibly feeling so grateful and scared that he couldn't control his pheromones. Superman was nice enough to let him, only gently directing him to the authorities.
"I will never thank you enough!" Said the Omega as he waved at him.
Then, Batman was right next to him, and he was so happy about the fact everyone was safe and sound that he wanted to pick him up and fly him to the moon.
"We did good tonight, didn't we?" He asked, as he turned to him.
"Yes." The other nodded, then started walking away.
Clark frowned, he didn't understand why he was acting like this. He thought they were done with the whole dryness, since they were partners now. So he decided to follow him playfully, picked him up bridal style, and flew up with the grouchy man in his arms.
Bruce grunted, yet still wrapped his arms around his neck. "I hate this."
"You don't, your heart is beating so fast, I can hear it." He answered with a bright smile.
"Whatever. Let me down now." He said, and Clark sighed as he settled on his balcony.
He put the bat down, looking at him with a small pout when he didn't even say goodbye. Bruce just walked in, not paying him any attention, just like he wasn't there.
"So you're not even gonna kiss me goodnight?" He inquired.
"Not with that scent all over you. Get rid of it and maybe I'll reconsider." Bruce told him before he closed the glass door.
Clark was left confused, he didn't understand what scent he was talking about. He knew how sensitive Bruce was to them, and always made sure to only let out a very faint amount of pheromones in his presence— or none at all if possible. He would even use suppressants, he really didn't want his best friend to be bothered by him.
"Okay, I'm staying." He concluded as he followed him, entering the bathroom. If Bruce was in such a bad mood, he couldn't just go away and leave him.
Bruce didn't answer and disappeared into the study. He felt sour than usual.
He had no desire to be rude to Clark, but he couldn't help himself when he smelled that omega all over him. It was maddening.
His own scent was already difficult enough to perceive, and Bruce didn't even know about his caste. This person's act was making it impossible for him to stay next to him without feeling an immense sense of jealousy. He wanted to shower him with his pheromones so he wouldn't smell anything else. Clark would probably accept it, but he was so accepting of anyone anyways.
Bruce knew the bond they shared was special, but that wasn't enough. He didn't want him to be so lenient, and he wanted to make sure everyone knew he was taken. This way, they wouldn't attempt anything anymore.
The room was so quiet that Bruce could hear the clock tick at every passing second. He could feel the fabric of his shirt stick on his skin, and a slight tremor in his feet as it tapped on the ground. He was out of breath, and it became hard to concentrate no matter how he forced himself. This bitter feeling couldn't be the one consuming him so harshly, it seemed so strange.
He decided to stand up, stumbling and holding the chair as support. His vision became blurry and it caused a sense of panic in his mind. This couldn't happen now, and yet he recognized the quick pace of his heart and the fuzzy feeling in his stomach.
He made his way to the living room, and just at the sight of him, his butler knew what it was about. He quickly brought Bruce in his chambers and the other wasn't complaining, he still had some kind of rationality left. He felt hazy and lost, and his pheromones filled the room as soon as he got in.
Bruce sat on the bed right after, observing the door of the bathroom open to reveal Clark with a towel wrapped around his waist. He held his suit with one hand and the towel with the other.
Bruce felt hungry and unkind.
"B, are you okay?" He asked softly as he stepped closer, noticing the strong smell of leather and patchouli.
Clark did his best to seem unbothered, wanting to be there for him and help if he was going through something difficult. Yet he let his guard waver at some point and was aching for Bruce to say the words, and simply ask for him to stay.
"Get this away from me.." he mumbled, motioning towards his suit with a frown.
"Okay, I'm sorry.." he answered, placing it on the desk further from his bed. If Bruce reacted like this to his presence and his suit, it certainly meant he didn't want him to stay.
It pained him a little. Well, a lot.
Clark's only desire was to make him feel safe and at ease around him. When it seemed like his scent bothered him, he used suppressants, and when he was in rut he stayed away from him despite how much it hurt. How much his inner wolf yearned for him.
Clark walked towards the door, he needed to put some clothes on and leave.
"What– where are you going?" Bruce asked as he stood up. "I didn't say you could leave.
Come here."
"Well I..?" Clark was confused, the alpha in front of him trying to assert dominance. He thought about letting him, but he was still preoccupied by his distaste for pheromones. "Okay, I'm not leaving, can you just tell me what's wrong?"
He got closer, and the alpha buried his nose in the pit of his neck, grabbing his waist as he brought him closer. Clark felt a shiver run down his spine, he was still bare under the towel and Bruce was holding him so close. His face took a crimson shade, as Bruce kissed his wet skin, biting town after he had licked the area.
"Bruce– wait.." He tried to resonate with him, to make sure he was alright first so he wouldn't regret this later. Clark would never regret this, he knew himself too much and Bruce was everything he ever wanted.
"I need you, Clark." He grunted, his fingers pressing into his skin.
Clark let out a whine. Bruce could be rough with him, he could hold him tightly, bite and scratch and Clark would be alright after. If anything, the thought aroused him. His voice, this tedious rasp against the shell of his ear was driving him crazy. He had a great control of himself, but if he didn't, he would've already had Bruce on top of him.
"I don't want someone else's scent on you. Only mine."
So Clark understood. His face flushed even more in embarrassment. Bruce's possessiveness was the reason behind it all, and a shiver ran down his spine when he realized Bruce was possessive of him.
He wasn't the problem, he was just touchy with his friends. Something warm settled in his chest,because Bruce might've been jealous, and it caused him to act this way towards him.
"I can do that, I just need to be sure you want it.." He said through a small smile, he couldn't contain his joy and Bruce kept kissing his neck, his hand slipping under the fluffy fabric of his towel to grab his rear.
"Shut up.." Bruce answered, bringing Clark in for a torrid kiss.
Clark felt his zeal and how intoxicating his pheromones became, he naturally started releasing his, trying to calm him a little. Bruce laid him onto the bed and straddled his hips, and didn't wait a second to grab his nape and kiss him once more. He tasted his tongue, caressing his scent gland as he felt himself heat up. Clark was his now, he would be his.
Bruce started rolling his hips against his, grinding down onto his barely covered erection. It wasn't necessarily because of his pheromones, even though they were delightful, but because Bruce was being feral.
He pinned him down and bit on his lower lip, as he kept humping him. Clark did not think about fighting for dominance because Bruce always did it so well. It felt so good to simply receive, to be his.
"Need you, Clark.." he pursued, panting against his lips.
"It's okay. I'm here." The enigma sighed, caressing his back as he started undoing his shirt.
He took off every piece of clothing he had, making sure to release calming pheromones during the process. Bruce seemed so hazy, eyes fluttering close when Clark pulled down his underwear to reveal his hardened cock. He was beautifully flushed, looking up at his partner with a fiery something in his eyes.
Clark touched his thigh with tenderness, giving him a last smack before he reached for some lube and condoms. Bruce held his wrist.
"Don't use that.." he demanded, and Clark let out a nervous chuckle.
"I.. we should, because you know, I could.." he started saying, stuttering since Bruce was still naked in front of him, and so close to his body. It was becoming hard to think. "I could get you pregnant.. accidentally."
Bruce frowned, "you're an enigma.." He concluded, putting it somewhere in his mind and hoping he would remember. "It's okay."
Clark's eyes widened in surprise, as he watched the alpha pin him down once more and look down at his physique with barely veiled lust. He could feel the man shudder as he scented him, and Bruce poured some lube on his fingers. Clark immediately intervened, settling his hands on his hips while he caressed him all the way down to his thighs.
"Let me. I can do it.." Clark stated, his touch wandering towards Bruce's cheeks. "I'm here for you."
"Just lay down and.. and look at me." Bruce bit back, his fingers circling himself.
Clark obeyed, he wanted to make this as enjoyable as possible for him. No matter what Bruce would need from him, he would provide. He barely got the chance to help him and take care of him, he was thrilled Bruce wanted him to stay. He was sure he would've been able to leave otherwise.
"Fuck.." Bruce gasped as he pushed two fingers in, the stretching sensation making his thighs shake. He moved them slowly, looking down at the enigma in front of him.
He released more pheromones, sloppily fingering himself while Clark's throat went dry, his lips parted and eyes focused on the man on top of him. His own cock throbbed against Bruce's, so he poured some lube on his hand and wrapped it around both of them.
"S'that okay?" He rasped, stroking them together at a slow pace.
He watched as Bruce moaned and added another finger, as his hips shifted so he could thrust into his hold. "Yes– fuck.. keep going."
Clark felt his chest swell with pride as he quickened the pace, and Bruce bit on his lower lip, eyes closing as he drowned in the pleasure. The enigma brought his other hand to his neck, caressing his scent gland to make him lose his mind some more. Bruce stammered on a whimper, his body leaning closer to the touch like a cat would. The movement of his hips became sloppier, and he looked at Clark with a mix of something feral and submissive.
He was still fighting himself. He wasn't like the average Alpha; he sure was possessive, protective and in need to be in control of things, but when it came to his rut, it was so much more different. He felt weak and hazy, he was so sensitive and tingly everywhere. He needed to be knotted, and for a while he wondered what was wrong with him. He was worried he would never find a suitable partner and closed himself off, putting on a role when he needed to get laid. It was exhausting.
That was until Clark arrived. Enigmas were so rare, so despite his build, he would've thought he was an Omega because of his behaviour. It didn't change the fact he desired him more than anyone.
"You're doing great.." Clark said softly, probably noticing his behaviour.
Bruce unconsciously moaned, his face now all flushed while he angled his wrist to get to this particular spot. He hated how more sensitive Clark's compliments made him feel, and the way he touched his cock with care, just like it was the most lucrative thing in the world. The enigma was all focused on him, he looked at him and he wanted him, Bruce didn't think he'd be able to keep wearing that mask.
"Clark– I.. I can't" he grunted, too far gone to think of a coherent sentence.
The other man seemed to have understood, since he leaned up and started kissing his neck, still caressing the pulse point to scent mark him. Bruce felt so warm and safe in his embrace, the radiant and ozonic smell of citrus and vanilla filling his senses. His scent was otherworldly, unique, and Bruce was so fond of it. It made his body ache and yearn, he needed it to be his only.
"It's okay, you're doing so well." He added, bringing his own fingers lower to replace his. He slipped them in one by one, making sure he was correctly stretched. "So warm and tight.." his pace was slow, but he kept stroking both of them together.
The warmth of Clark's thick cock against his sent him into a frenzy, he rested his face on his broad shoulder, taking in more of the sweet metallic scent. He wrapped his arms around him, needing him so impossibly close that they would merge.
And Clark's voice was so deep and soft, guiding him through all these overwhelming emotions. He felt like a wild animal being tamed by a gentle hand, his muscles relaxed and nothing else mattered. Clark had the power of making people feel at ease, and Bruce refused himself from subjugating to it, because he was scared of what it would mean.
"So perfect, beautiful." Clark added, between gentle bites on his collarbone. "Tell me when you're ready for it–"
"Now. I want it now." He answered quickly, "knot me." Even in this state, he was still so demanding.
"Okay.." Clark removed his fingers, and Bruce guided his blunt tip against his entrance with a sigh. "You're gonna look so good with my knot inside of you."
His praises made Bruce's head spin, he lowered himself on his cock, hissing for a second when the burning sensation felt too good. "Fuck, you're huge." He noticed, holding onto his shoulders while his own sex twitched against his lower stomach.
"It's alright, you can take it.." Clark murmured as he placed a kiss on his lips, hands fondling with his chest.
Bruce gasped, his back arching against him when the enigma pinched his nipples. When it came to helping him, Clark was more confident than ever, it seemed he had wanted it as much as Bruce.
He kissed him with fervor, sucking on his tongue like a starved man. The billionaire could then relax, and his heart sauntered as he felt Clark's cock hit his prostate. He rolled his hips, trying to recreate the sensation, and it was so sloppy and desperate.
"It's so good.." Clark shivered as he spoke against his lips.
He held onto Bruce's thigh and cheek, ushering his movements up and down. It was slow at first, and Bruce was gasping and grunting, feeling feverish. He followed the rhythm, bouncing on his lap as Clark's tip poked so deep inside of him.
The Kryptonian whimpered, his pheromones filling the room without him even realizing it. He was just as lost in all the sensations as Bruce was, and he was holding him so tightly, fingers digging into the flesh of his ass.
"I'm so close–" Bruce moaned, and Clark kept thrusting into him, heels deepening in the mattress for support.
He caressed his slit, noticing his knot starting to form at the base of his erection. "It's okay.. I've got you." Clark whispered, quickening both paces.
Bruce's fangs ached to dig into his partner, to mark him and make him his forever. He kept breathing in the scent, trying to calm himself down while his cock twitched, and he clenched around Clark.
"Oh, shoot–" Clark groaned, gripping the alpha with a bruising strength as his body tensed.
"Clark–" he cried out, his muscles tensing as he released all over both their stomachs. His cum mixed with the sweat from all the effort spilled down Clark's abs. "I need you.. I need your knot." Bruce let his wolf speak for him, he didn't have the will left to think.
"It's all yours." When Clark finally stopped moving, it was to get on his knees, lifting Bruce's lower half effortlessly with his legs on his shoulders.
He started moving in again, his mind filling with the sole purpose of breeding. No control was left, so he drove himself as deep as he could, thinking about how much Bruce wanted it as well. The mere thought Bruce was letting him take care of him, in such a way, it was too good to hold back.
"Ah.. Bruce, you– you feel so good." He whined, looking down at the man through half lidded eyes. "I'll make you come so much more.."
Bruce shivered at his words, holding onto the sheets tightly while the man repeatedly assaulted his sweet spot. He became a shaking and moaning mess, as sweat dripped down his forehead. The bed creaked under the weight and the rabid movements of the enigma, and Bruce's body rocked to and fro.
"And then.. then I'll fill you up.." he continued, the base of his cock inflating slowly. "Get you pregnant with my pups.."
"Yeah– fuck." Bruce agreed, but he could barely talk, the ravenous feelings making the warmth in his lower tummy inflate. He was so close once more, and he held back while his toes curled and his thighs trembled because he wanted Clark to knot him first.
"Tell me.. tell me you want it, please." Clark whimpered, with submissive eyes, as if he wasn't making it impossible for Bruce to register anything else. "Please, I'm gonna.. knot you so well."
"Yes.. I want it. I want it, Clark." Bruce frantically nodded, and he finally pushed the bundle in, sealing them together. Clark filled him with his warm seed, body twitching as he whined.
The stretch provoked in him a satisfying pain, and it pulled a gasp out of him as his cock spat over his own stomach. Clark watched his mate unravel before him, as his head fell backwards and he panted.
The enigma was in a similar taste, so he lowered Bruce's legs to hold him against his body. He hugged him and released some calming pheromones, kissing his shoulder lovingly.
"You smell so good." Bruce told him, fingers grazing over his nape.
Clark looked up at him, "you think so?" He smiled, the compliment making him giddy. "Mhm. It's special."