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The seated man held the elegant black business card and frowned.
“Bruce... Wayne,” he said and then glanced at Arthur beside him. “Storm's grounded choppers for six days. Where did he come from?”
“He said he climbed over the mountain,” Arthur answered.
The man’s eyebrows rose almost to the point of reaching his beanie.
“Impossible…”
Arthur would have thought so too, but earlier at the harbor, he saw the man approaching the village on horseback. Somehow, it was true.
“I have to disagree,” Bruce said in Icelandic, surprising everyone around them, especially Arthur. His accent was very strong. Although he was still understandable, he didn't seem used to using the language.“With the right equipment and training, anyone could get here. It doesn’t have a high level of security.”
Arthur raised an eyebrow and took a step forward. Bruce didn’t retreat cowardly, despite his visible tension. Their height difference wasn’t significant, but Bruce tilted his head slightly to keep facing him. The whole situation sent a strange thrill through Arthur.
“What do you want?” Arthur asked.
“I heard that something curious is happening in this village,” Bruce answered, his brown eyes focused intensely on Arthur. “There is a stranger who comes from the sea. He comes in the winter when the people are hungry. He brings fish. He comes on the king tide... like last night. I want to talk with this stranger.”
“Your concern is that these people are eating?” Arthur asked, smiling humorlessly. “I suggest you use your eyes. There are icebergs in the harbor. It’s been four months since the last ship got through. There is no such stranger.”
Bruce licked his dry lips, glancing at the seated man next to Arthur and then at the room full of people. Bruce's eyes widened when he saw the figures drawn on the walls of the place. There was a kind of realization on his face, and it made Arthur tense up.
“Just as I thought… this stranger doesn't come by ship,” Bruce muttered in English. He then turned to face Arthur. “Let’s talk outside. Alone. I’ll pay.”
The people around him fell silent, and nervousness built up.
“Get out of here…” the seated man muttered, stood up, and walked over to Bruce. He would have approached Bruce if it hadn't been for Arthur stepping between them. “Get out of here now!”
“I’m sorry. I can’t do that, sir,” Bruce said, glancing at the nervous man and then at Arthur. “I’ll leave after we’ve spoken.”
Arthur gently helped the man sit down again. All the softness disappeared from his face as he approached Bruce.
“I have nothing to talk to you about,” he said in English. “Get out of here before I make you leave myself. It won't be pretty.”
Bruce looked surprised as if the fact that Arthur speaks English caught him off guard, but then his determined expression returned.
“I won't leave until I've spoken to you. Push me away and I'll just come back again. There's nothing you can do about it.”
If it had only been the annoying phrase, Arthur would probably have let it pass, but it was the cocky little smile that Bruce gave him after that that irritated him.
How dare that man...
Arthur grabbed the collar of Bruce’s jacket and threw him against the wall. A noise of surprise and fear took over the people.
Bruce’s head slammed against the wall, and a shaky sigh came from his lips. Arthur couldn’t help feeling pleased when he saw the dizziness and confusion flashing through Bruce’s eyes. Despite being large and broad, his weight really wasn’t very challenging to Arthur.
Arthur would show that man the stranger he was looking for and make him deeply regret having disturbed the peace of those people.
“Insist any longer and I'll kill you,” Arthur mouthed.
Bruce’s face was turning pale with the effort of breathing, but then the same smile as before appeared. His trembling hand reached inside his jacket.
Arthur's eyes suddenly widened with dread.
That man was going to pull out a fucking...
Ah.
It wasn't a gun.
It was money—lots of Icelandic krona bills held together by an elastic band.
Arthur's anger turned to confusion, and he loosened his grip on Bruce's clothes.
“Why do you carry so much cash?” Arthur asked.
Bruce, who was breathing heavily, handed the money into Arthur’s hand.
“I have my tricks,” Bruce said, smiling. “So, shall we talk?”
Arthur looked at the cash and then to the locals. Arthur could see the happiness and surprise on their faces. The mere sight of the money made their faces light up in a way that Arthur didn't often see. He felt a bitter lump in his throat when he heard one child mutter, “Mom, we’ll be able to buy food…”
Arthur took a deep breath and then looked back at Bruce, who was staring at him expectantly.
“Outside. Now,” Arthur said.
“Enemies are coming from far away. I'm building an alliance to defend ourselves. For that, I need skilled warriors,” said Bruce.
The villagers whispered to each other as they passed among the worn-out buildings. The cold wind made Bruce shudder into his coat, and the sight almost made Arthur sympathize with him.
He raised an eyebrow when Bruce grabbed his arm and gave him a serious look, making him stop walking.
“I need your help, Aquaman,” Bruce said, his tone of voice was so soft, almost pleading.
Arthur looked at the hand on his arm. From what little the glove showed, he could see that Bruce's fingers were long and full of calluses and scars. It looked more like the worn-out skin of a laborer than a rich guy who carried cash from foreign countries in his clothes.
“What are you?” Arthur asked.
“I’m Batman,” Bruce answered.
Arthur stared at him for a few moments and then laughed.
“A bat? Are you kidding?”
Bruce raised an eyebrow.
“No. It worked for 20 years in Gotham.” A small smile appeared on his lips. “And it’s not like you have a very sophisticated name either, Mr. Aquaman.”
Arthur hummed, crossing his arms and leaning against the gray wall behind him. He had to admit that he appreciated the man's personality a little.
“Why, of all people, are you the one recruiting?” He looked Bruce up and down. Without the anger and the concern clouding his mind, he was now able to appreciate the man's well-built and graceful body. His face was also very pleasant. “You don’t look able enough to command warriors for your cause, no matter what it is.”
“I’m more competent than I look,” Bruce said, leaning against the wall next to Arthur. He gave him an innocent look from under his eyelashes. “If you come with me, I can show you the other powerful people I have at my command.”
Arthur laughed again.
“It’s not going to work.” He stepped away from the wall. “I don’t like you coming here, digging into my business, getting into my life. I have nothing to do with your enemies or anyone else. I just do what I want, for myself, that's all.”
Bruce stared at him.
“Really? You help these people in the middle of nowhere. I don’t think it’s your duty.”
Arthur frowned and moved in front of Bruce, with his arms on either side of him, pressing him against the wall. He felt warmth spread through his chest at the sight of a delicate blush taking Bruce’s face.
His face was really beautiful.
It was unnerving.
Arthur took a deep breath.
“I don’t intend to explain anything to you. Now get out of this place and don’t bother me anymore.”
“When the fight comes, we’ll need you,” Bruce said.
“Didn’t you hear me? I won’t do anything.”
“Yes, you will. You’re a good man.”
Arthur suddenly grabbed Bruce's neck. He put his mouth close to Bruce’s ear and whispered,
“Test my patience further and I'll show you that I'm not as good as you think.”
Bruce swallowed dryly, and his breathing became shallower. Arthur saw Bruce raise his hands and expected him to try to hang him back or push him away, but instead, Bruce held Arthur's hair and then pulled their faces close. Arthur groaned at the goosebumps and the sudden warmth coursing through his body.
“I have another offer then,” Bruce whispered into Arthur’s lips.
It had been a long time since Arthur had such a pleasant day.
Bruce was lying on the thin mattress, his flushed face lost in pleasure, as Arthur stood at the edge of the bed, fucking that pussy as hard as he could. His eyes darkened as he watched his cock move in and out of the open, wet hole.
Arthur had no clothes on, his tattooed skin glistening with sweat, while Bruce was still in a black shirt. Arthur wanted to rip it off, but he had no interest in killing the man with cold. It was enough that his lower body was completely naked... leaving that pussy completely exposed to Arthur's hungry eyes.
His pussy was addictive.
Apart from the delicious sensation of his gaping hole wanting to suck up every drop of cum it could... there was also an incredible view.
Bruce's fat pussy lips were swollen, and his hard clit throbbed every time Arthur’s cock sank in. Bruce leaked so much slick that it ran down both their thighs, and the skin-to-skin contact made the filthiest sounds possible.
Fucking hot.
Something was fascinating about seeing that man crying and whimpering, all destroyed. His cheeky mouth was pretty, but it looked even better sucking a cock, or just like that, letting out sighs and moaning Arthur’s name loud enough for some of the locals to hear.
Arthur ran one hand through his hair, tossing the unruly strands back, and noticed the brown eyes focused on the movement, but precisely on his arms and shoulders. Bruce’s eyes passed over his muscular, tattooed torso and followed the path from to the thick hairs of his groin.
“Do you like my body that much?” Arthur asked, smiling.
The movements of Arthur’s hips slowed down to small strokes. His hands squeezed Bruce’s soft hips, and then he gently touched Bruce’s swollen clit, smiling at the way Bruce shuddered and his hole tightened viciously around his cock. Arthur’s deep chuckle made Bruce clench even tighter, and a deeper flush took over his face.
Arthur leaned down and wrapped his arms around Bruce's waist, burying his face in his neck. Bruce moaned softly, wrapping his trembling legs and arms around Arthur. He got goosebumps as Arthur ran his beard over his neck, and more slick leaked from his hole, wetting both their thighs.
Bruce wasn't the only one affected. Arthur felt his whole body vibrating with arousal, sweat running down his back and his cock seemed ready to spurt inside Bruce.
He brushed his nose across the delicate skin of Bruce's neck, moaning at the good smell of the man.
Bruce let out a surprised yelp when Arthur moved them suddenly. Now Arthur was sitting on the edge bed and Bruce was on his lap.
“How are you going to move like that?” Bruce muttered.
Bruce's soft voice was worn out, all fucked up. It was good to hear.
Arthur moved his hands back to Bruce’s hips, and he smiled.
“I’m not the one who’s going to move.”
Bruce licked his dry lips.
“I don’t have the strength to ride you…”
Arthur imagined it. They had already used four condoms out of the several that Bruce strangely had in his jacket pocket. He was definitely a prepared man, but he would never be as tough and resistant as Arthur. It was even surprising that he was still conscious. Some of Arthur's human partners had passed out earlier.
Arthur looked down at Bruce’s thick thighs. They trembled with tension, the scarred skin sweaty and marked with fingerprints, scratches, and hickeys. They were strong legs, but they definitely couldn't take a ride.
What a pity.
Arthur met Bruce’s tired, pleasure-filled gaze again and smiled.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything,” Arthur said.
Bruce frowned and was probably going to express his confusion, but whatever he was going to say was interrupted by his own scream. His hands immediately went to Arthur’s shoulders as he lifted Bruce to the tip and then brought him down hard on his cock.
Moving Bruce and fucking him on his cock really wasn’t much effort. And the sight was tasty. Bruce was just moaning, his head tilted back, his black shirt riding up, and showing off his slim waist and soft belly. Bruce’s impossibly wet pussy stretched around his cock. The swollen clit and slick, wet fat pussy lips in an angry red hue only crowned the sight.
Gradually, Bruce became a sobbing mess, tears falling down his cheeks.
Arthur felt the pressure building once again as his orgasm approached. From the way Bruce tightened around him, he was close too.
Arthur got up from the bed and, with Bruce in his arms, fucked him against the wall, using all his strength in his thrusts.
Bruce, with some difficulty, slipped his arms around his shoulders and gripped his hair, moaning in his ear, making Arthur growl with the shivers of pleasure he caused.
Bruce pulled him into a hot, sloppy kiss. He then came hard, his hole clenching rhythmically around Arthur’s cock. In a few more thrusts, Arthur came too.
As the waves of pleasure washed over them, they continued kissing. Their hands were exploring each other’s bodies. Bruce seemed particularly interested in his long hair, shoulders, and arms. But Arthur was just as excited, he couldn’t stop touching all the soft, muscular flesh he encountered.
“I want more... more... ” Bruce murmured into his lips. “Fuck my ass…”
Bruce stared at him with dark eyes; there was hardly anything left of the brown iris. His face was flushed to the tips of his ears. At the mere promise of fucking that big, fat ass, Arthur’s cock was already half-hard inside Bruce’s pussy.
Arthur wanted more. He really did.
He could easily spend days using that man’s hot body.
But there was no point in doing everything right now.
“Patience, Batman,” Arthur said, grinning. “Wasn’t that our deal? Your body in exchange for helping your little group? I’ll have you when I want you. Now let’s get ready for the journey.”
Bruce hummed softly.
“Okay.” A soft smile appeared on his lips. “It’s a pleasure to have you with us, Aquaman.”