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PART ONE | PART TWO

"you're sure this is all right," bruce repeats for the umpteenth time.

clark reminds himself not to let his impatience show. he wants this—wants it so bad he's practically trembling for it, but bruce is still hesitant, and clark can't fault him.

it's been two days since clark watched bruce lap at his blood, and clark cannot get the image of bruce's tongue and teeth stained red out of his mind. he also knows for a fact that bruce hasn't fed since then, can smell the desperation on him, the way his scent angles just slightly off.

unfulfilled. unsatisfied. clark really, really wants to rectify that, but—

"we've verified that you can't turn me," clark reassures, watching bruce's mouth flatten, his pale features stark in the darkness of the cave. "twice," he adds, failing to smother his fond smile. he puts a hand on bruce's shoulder, gratified when bruce lifts his gaze to meet clark's eye. "you need this. it's safe, and easy, and i want you to do it."

bruce's gaze is piercing even without the cowl. he observes clark with a subtle furrow in his brow, eyes darting across clark's face.

"you want me to," bruce repeats.

a flush crawls up clark's neck, washing over his cheeks before he can even think to try and will it away. gosh, even his ears are getting hot. "i—" clark starts, awkward and heavy with his own need. "yes," he continues. he swallows, and aims for a more definitive tone. "yes."

bruce continues to eye him, and clark tries not to squirm, even as his flush worsens. he watches bruce bite his lip as he deliberates. clark can see the sharp point of his canine, gleaming from the soft blue glow of the computer at his side.

"you said you liked it," clark adds quietly, remembering the breathy quality to bruce's voice when he admitted that yes, he did enjoy the taste of clark's blood. clark hadn't asked him to elaborate then—too occupied with escaping the warehouse and briefing the league on his kidnapping—but now he wishes he had. what did it taste like? what did bruce like about it? is there something clark can do or eat to enhance that taste? to make it better for bruce?

clark wonders, briefly, if he's gone too far, urged too much to the point that bruce might shrink away from his insistence. he doesn't want to ruin this before it even begins. he wants to help bruce, wants to ease the ache of his hunger and the uncertainty of an unreliable supply.

(and a private, selfish part of him wants to know what it feels like to have bruce drink from him, to be—claimed by him.)

"alright," bruce sighs eventually, his shoulders dropping.

clark suppresses a shiver, swallowing the eager noise in his throat and heaving a breath against the kick of his heart in his chest.

"okay," he whispers, letting the yoke of his shoulders ease, opening his posture to let bruce close.

bruce glides toward him, one hand gripping clark's bicep, the other going to clasp the back of his neck. clark tilts his chin up, excitement thrumming in his veins. bruce can probably smell it—can probably see the flutter of clark's pulse on the side of his throat, but he doesn't comment on it. doesn't tease. just leans closer, his own breath turning ragged.

"i've never done this before," bruce admits, his breath fanning over clark's throat. "tell me if it—hurts."

clark dips his chin just enough to show he understands. he doesn't want to dislodge bruce if he can help it. not when he's so close.

his teeth are wet against clark's pulsepoint, and clark realizes, from somewhere faraway, that bruce is drooling.

clark doesn't have much room to think, after that. bruce's teeth catch on his skin and sink, sharp and heated and right. clark grips at bruce's cape, desperate to clutch at something as bruce's tongue laves along his carotid artery to catch the spill of his blood.

the soft noise that slips past his teeth is entirely unbidden, but he's helpless to stop it. bruce pauses at his throat, going still at the sound, but clark plunges a hand into his hair and urges him back wordlessly. by some grace of god, it's enough to get bruce to continue.

clark goes limp when bruce's teeth sink deeper. he welcomes the weight of bruce's body against his, the static rising between his ears—and, mortifyingly, he feels his cock fill, heavy with blood against his thigh.

Basic premise: the alpha knows their omega is pregnant while the omega actually has no clue

——

Clark notices something’s different with his omega immediately. He watches as Bruce shifts uncomfortably on his feet after standing for too long, when before he wouldn’t give it a thought, or how he scrunches his nose at certain foods he used to deem safe, and even goes for food combinations that he never imagined Bruce would ever try. There was even a small change in his scent, which was just... odd.

When Bruce is distracted talking to Duke about a board game the kid recently became obsessed with, Clark takes a moment to figure out what’s wrong with his mate. He just hopes it’s not another injury. It doesn’t feel like Bruce is hiding an injury from him.

Not wanting to be called out by the children around them, Clark decides that using his X-ray vision wasn’t the move for now. He's been caught staring before... It's embarrassing for everyone. He strains his ears, closing his eyes to focus and shut out every other sound in the world to truly and wholly focus on the love of his life in front of him

And there it is.

A faint heartbeat thumping just slightly out of time with Bruce’s.

Clark barely contains himself from flying out of his seat and tackling Bruce into a very gentle hug before sobbing his eyes out and thanking him for being so wonderful and amazing and-

But he doesn’t do that.

No, in fact, he’s sure Bruce would praise him for being able to keep his composure so well.

Ignoring the raised eyebrows and odd looks Damian and Stephanie give him when a wide grin stretches across his face, he sits there and thinks.

There has to be a reason why his husband, who tells him everything unless it’s strictly confidential for a mission or pertains to Wayne Enterprises, decided not to inform him of this wonder and joy.

Despite the impression Bruce gives off and what most people assume of him, Bruce can be quite cute and sappy…

A surprise!

It’s the only explanation. Bruce is planning one of those adorable surprises he sees on social media all the time. One day, when he comes home from work, Bruce will hand him a small box, and inside will be his pregnancy test!

Or maybe a little onesie? Or tiny baby shoes? Or one of the pets running up to him wearing a shirt that says he'll be a Dad? Or maybe ultrasound pictures, if Bruce has gotten that far. Or he’ll drag Clark to the kitchen and show him a bun in the oven?

And then both of them can plan a cute surprise for the other kids. He can order shirts that say ‘best big brother/sister around!’ with little sunglasses, and everyone will be so happy, and they'll take a bunch of pictures and-

“Why does your face look stupid?” Jason’s voice snaps Clark out of the daydream he found himself flying through. “Seriously, why do you look like that? All dopey and shit.” Jason crosses his arms over his chest with an unimpressed look.

Clark lets out a small chuckle and shakes his head. “Ah, just… thinking about some things.”

Dick’s head pops out from behind his younger brother and gives Clark an appraising look. “You’re not thinking any weird thoughts about Bruce, are you?” Dick squints and leans forward. “Cause I’m not afraid to hit you. You know I’m not.”

“Boys, stop bullying Clark.” Bruce’s exasperation was clear as he walked over to the table and placed a hand on the back of Clark’s chair. “You guys are stinking up the house. I thought you two were past the territorial phase?”

“They’re simply imbeciles, Ummi.” Damian pops out of nowhere to push himself between Dick and Bruce before hugging the omega’s waist. “Do you see how I can easily control my scent? Unlike the stinky alphas you decided to adopt.”

“That’s not even a fair comparison since you’re still a pup.” Tim laughs, coming down the stairs, Cassandra right beside him. “What scent do you even have to stink up the manor?”

“I could if I wanted to!”

“Is this the hill you’re willing to die on?” Duke laughed, expertly ignoring the indignant expression on the pup’s face and stealing some of the Oreo’s Clark forgot he was eating.

“Very deep thought? Share with the class.” Cass says as she takes his other Oreo, twisting off the side with cream and handing it over to Steph, who already has her hand out.

“Hey, I was eating those.”

“Barely.” Steph snorts. “You snooze, you lose, old man.”

“Anyways,” Bruce says firmly, taking all attention away from Clark’s stolen snack back onto him. “I hope you all have your outfits picked for the charity ball next week. Attendance is mandatory. Clark, wear the suit I bought you, yes, the one that fits. You’ll be going as my husband, not an investigative journalist. No, there’s no way to get out of this; it’s for a good cause.”

That shut down and retorts or protests anyone in the room had to say.

“Thank you, loves.” Bruce pressed a kiss to Tim’s forehead before turning to go back to his study, presumably to work on something for his company.

Or maybe… to plan out how to surprise him with the baby?

——

An entire week passed with nothing happening.

Every day, when he woke up, when he came back from work, when he and Bruce cuddled after dinner, and before he went to sleep, he waited.

There were plenty of private and quiet moments where it would just be perfect for Bruce to come out and tell Clark he was pregnant, yet nothing happened.

Bruce didn't even stop his patrols, not that Clark ever really expected Bruce to do something like that... yet. Though Bruce did grumble in confusion about how the streets seemed abnormally quiet and calm, ending his patrol early for the fourth time after absolutely nothing was happening.

It was getting tiring, always having to practice his surprised face so he wouldn’t ruin Bruce’s fun when he eventually did say something.

“So… anything you wanna talk about?” Clark asked from bed, watching as the omega meticulously went through his entire nighttime skin routine, gently massaging the expensive moisturizers into his already flawless skin.

Bruce paused and gave Clark a questioning look through the mirror. “You’ve been asking that question a lot… something wrong? Is there something I need to be concerned about?”

“No! No, no, of course not.” Clark waved off the concern with an awkward laugh and squeezed his pillow to his chest. “I just wanted to know if there was anything new… or unexpected?”

Bruce stood up from in front of his vanity, slipping off the dark blue bunny-eared skincare headband Stephanie had bought him as a gag gift, and made his way over to bed.

Bruce narrowed his eyes as he looked down at Clark, who was suspiciously avoiding his gaze. “You’re hiding something from me.”

“Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?” Clark muttered under his breath, giving Bruce a soft smile. “I’m not hiding anything.” Clark put his pillow back and opened his arms.

Bruce flopped down onto their bed, his head taking its rightful place on Clark's chest, the perfect spot to hear his heartbeat all night long. “I don’t like the way you said that…”

“Mhm, go to sleep. We've got a tiring night tomorrow.”

——

Bruce, or rather Brucie, effortlessly mingles in with the crowd of rich people who swarmed him, eager to talk and cajole him into investing in whatever stupid endeavors they believe will earn them the most money.

He plays the part perfectly.

Anyone would be fooled if not for the fact that Bruce doesn’t truly relax that stiff and plastic smile unless he’s around those who are deemed ‘unworthy’ of being at the party.

The kids in which the charity is for.

Bruce greets them with easy familiarity since he makes a point to visit almost every week, and the kids, in turn, scream Bruce’s name in joy and have no worry of being scolded for getting his suit dirty as they climb him like a jungle gym.

Clark is fondly reminded of itty bitty baby Dick.

"Wowie, did you have a growth spurt while I was gone?" Bruce gasps at a little girl giggling in front of him, the brightest smile on her freckled face. "And you picked such a pretty dress to wear!"

Clark could watch him interact with kids all day, every day if it were allowed. Bruce always looked so happy and relaxed. He could just imagine it now... Bruce interacting with their new kid... and all their other kids interacting with the new pup...

Three people scooted away from Clark as he let out a rumble and had the stupidest, goofiest smile on his face, staring off at nothing.

He only shook himself out of another wonderful fantasy when he realized his omega had just taken a flute of champagne from the platter of a passing waitress, giving them an iconic smile and swirling the glass before lifting it to his lips.

Which makes no sense because he knows Bruce would never willingly put another person in danger, especially a pup, by drinking alcohol, which he didn't even like. So why would he grab champagne and not some apple cider or a non alcoholic alternative?

At this very moment, it occurs to Clark that he didn’t even think to consider something.

Perhaps…

Perhaps his omega had no clue he was even pregnant in the first place. There was no surprise, because Bruce didn’t know.

Shit.

“Sweetheart,” Bruce blinks up at his husband in confusion as Clark takes away his flute of champagne. “Uh, I don’t think you should drink that.”

Bruce narrows his eyes, his body subtly tensing as his eyes shift around the opulent ballroom. "Oh? You're such a spoilsport." He teases, his voice light and airy, but the look in his eyes is sharp and ready for action at the drop of a hat. "Can you believe how protective my alpha is?" Bruce chuckles, causing the rich people around him to titter at the blatant PDA.

Clark subtly shakes his head, indicating there’s no poison or an intruder that needs to be dealt with.

He places the glass on a passing waiter's tray, doing his best to ignore the confused expression burning into the side of his face, and wraps an arm around his omega’s waist.

“It’s getting late in the night, and the pups are getting more rowdy.” Clark croons, glancing over to where Duke, Steph, and Jason are trying to incite a riot with the kids and overtake the dessert table. Then he glances over to Dick, who is trying to inconspicuously make his way onto the chandelier.

Tim has already disappeared under one of the tables; he can hear him talking to Kon and his boyfriend over some game chat. And Cass and Damian are standing in the corner together, glaring at anyone who dares to come close, clearly close to overstimulation, like Bruce, who is just better at hiding it.

"You know they hate it when you call them pups." Bruce chirps, easily falling in step with Clark as they make their way to the doors. "They're gonna throw a fit."

"Maybe they should stop acting like spoiled little pups then." Clark chuckles, letting a low whistle pass through his lips. Even though they also complain about being treated like dogs when Clark whistles for them, each of their heads immediately swivels, and they come trotting over.

"Eclair?" Duke chirped, pushing himself between Clark and Bruce and offering the sweet treat to the omega. "They're so fucking good. This is my sixth one."

"Concerning." Bruce hummed, pressing a kiss to Duke's temple.

"Glad to be leaving." Cass sighed, carrying a sleeping Damian in her arms. "Should've just gone on patrol."

"It's for charity, Princess. Gotta show Gotham and these kids that we care." Bruce reached back and took a moment to run his fingers through Damian's gelled hair that simply wouldn't hold for the entire night. "But... I'll keep that in mind for next time," Bruce said, getting a small smile from the young woman.

"Kelly started Judo classes last week, and I gave her tips." Stephanie grins, her smile vicious as she cackles. "Nobody's gonna be messing with her any time soon."

"Nothing too dangerous and life-threatening, I hope." Bruce grinned back, indulging her with a high-five plus a fist bump.

"I heard people talking about Clark acting weird and smiling at nothing." Dick ran up and jumped on Clark's back, putting the alpha in a headlock and beaming down at him. "Just like at home for the past week, huh, weirdo?"

"From the chandelier?" Clark raises an eyebrow.

"Where else?"

"Mom, if someone tells you that I took pictures of the mayor and his secretary making out on the balcony, don't believe them. I'm an innocent little boy, remember that." Tim grabs Bruce's hand before looking around the room in suspicion and darting behind Clark to hide.

Clark and Bruce simply looked at each other but didn't comment.

"Ma, can you text Alfred to have something ready for me? These burgers were subpar at best; I'm fuckin' starving." Jason decided to take up Bruce's other side, letting out a small whine and giving Bruce puppy-dog eyes with a small pout just to amp up his patheticness factor.

"Of course you're still starving, you fucking behemoth. Everyone, look at fatass over here, still not satisfied after stuffing four burgers down his gullet."

"What the fuck?!" Jason screeched.

"Hey... I'm still hungry too..." Clark pouted, getting blank stares from all of the bats.

"Oh, the bottomless pit is feeling bottomless, how shocking."

"Of course you are."

"Tell us something we don't know, Clark."

"Is the only thing on your mind food?"

"I'm honestly surprised you didn't clear out the buffet table."

"Top ten phrases I've heard from Clark; I'm hungry is way up there."

"Fatass: the original."

"Probably ate Ma and Pa Kent out of house and home."

"Saw him gnawing on a steel pillar a few days ago; he might actually eat our fucking home."

"Alien genes have him eating literally everything."

"Grocery bills have fucking quadrupled since he and Bruce got together."

"Careful, Jason, he might eat all your food the moment your back is turned. He'll probably use his super speed too."

Clark let out an offended noise. "Wait, why are we all piling on me? I thought we were having a good time." Clark whined and turned to his husband with a pout. "Do you see how mean the children are to me? I'm just a little peckish."

"Jason gets it from you, stupid alpha." Bruce sighed and shook his head, but Clark could easily tell that all of them were hiding grins from him and barely stopping themselves from bursting into laughter.

Clark took a moment to take in the warm atmosphere around their family. He almost forgot the news he had to deliver to his mate.

——

"So... what was the reason for stopping me from drinking?" Clark blinked, buttoning up the rest of his sleep shirt as he turned to Bruce, who was just staring at him with a blank expression. "And don't say it's because you know I don't like alcohol. We both know I can handle my liquor if need be."

Clark let out a wince and floated over to where his husband was standing with a suspicious expression. He landed softly and watched as Bruce's expression gave way to something more fragile and vulnerable, melting Clark's heart immediately.

"You've been acting weird all week... please talk to me before we have a huge misunderstanding."

Clark nodded and let out a short chuckle. "I-I know... I know... I just..." Clark took in a deep breath. "Honestly, I was under the impression that you knew the entire time and were trying to surprise me eventually-"

"Surprise you? Surprise you with what, Kal?"

"Surprise me with the joy that you're..." Clark let out a wet little laugh, already tearing up and successfully making Bruce panic even more somehow.

"What?! Clark spit it out already!"

“Darlin’… you’re pregnant.”

Bruce’s mouth dropped open in shock as he stared up at his husband with wide eyes, disbelief clearly painted on his face. The omega floundered, his mouth opening and closing as he grabbed Clark's arms to steady himself.

So my kind thing is I freaking LOVE her variability and ability as a writer. She can write a sweet little thing about Bruce being comforted by Clark and switch to some very spicy smut in the blink of an eye. It takes incredible talent and creativity to do that and I appreciate her content so much. Bee if you’re reading this I’m sorry that shit happened to you. Not only do you not deserve that, but also you shouldn’t let it get you down bc those people are sad loser assholes who should go eat a handful of Carolina reapers.

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Finder’s keepers is, truly, one the things I look forward the most in this life. Don’t let the bad comments get to you—some people just don’t get the vibe; they’re boring!

I am going to kiss you… Mr. O'Connell.

I had to do some extensive research. It's been years since I saw the Addams family lmao. Can you guess who Morticia is?

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The rain lashed against the grime-covered glass windows of Wayne Manor, casting dancing shadows across the wallpapered room and the ornate furniture within. Bruce stood by the marble fireplace, a glass of deep burgundy wine in one hand, and his eyes fixed on the roaring flames in front of him. He was dressed exquisitely in his most favourite garment, a long crimson robe. His fingers were tracing idly against the silken fabric against his thigh as he waited, oh so patiently.

It wasn’t much longer until the door to the study creaked open, and Clark stepped inside, bringing the acidic scent of Gotham’s rainfall with him. Water droplets glistened in his dark hair like tiny diamonds, dripping down his jaw. He shook the rain from his long wool coat, a playful glint in his inhumanely blue eyes as Bruce turned around, a smile playing on his lips. 

“Clark,” He purred, tilting his head back and finishing the wine in one mouthful before setting the now-empty glass down atop the mantle. A single droplet of the dark wine dripped from the corner of his mouth, and Clark’s eyes latched on to it, his tongue unconsciously darting out to wet his own lips.

“You’re late.” Bruce continued, a smirk tugging at his lips. “I’m positively wounded.” 

Clark’s smile sharpened. “The traffic, my love,” He breathed, barely audible over the crackling fire as he shrugged off the jacket. “It was positively captivating.” He stepped forward, bringing his hands to Bruce’s sides to draw him closer, fingers dancing upon the silk. “You should have seen the pile-up on the interstate. It was devastating.” 

Bruce breathed out a soft laugh, stepping into the Kryptonian’s embrace. “As devastating as I am?” He asked, lips parting ever so slightly as he leaned upward, brushing them over the sharp edge of his husband’s jaw. The contact was feather-light, yet it made the invulnerable man shudder visibly.

“You?” Clark asked, twisting to capture Bruce’s lips in a breathtaking kiss that tasted purely of wine. When he pulled back, it was only enough to speak. ”You are the single most devastating creature on this earth,” He murmured. “The way you move, the way you think… I would burn cities to the ground in your name, if you only requested it,” 

Bruce hummed, his eyes alight with amusement in a way that made Clark’s knees weak. “Oh, my darling,” He murmured, voice thick with desire. “You say the most wonderful things,” He leaned in, lips brushing against the sensitive shell of Clark’s ear. “Tell me again how you adore me.”

“I adore you,” Clark replied without hesitation, arms tightening around Bruce’s waist until there wasn’t an inch between them. “I adore everything about you, my moon. Your darkness, your brokenness. I adore the way you find beauty amidst the decay and shine brighter than the stars in its midst. I would die tonight knowing peace, if your lips were upon me.” 

With a soft, contented sigh, Bruce captured his mouth in another fierce kiss, hands sliding upwards to tangle in Clark’s thick hair, pulling him in deeper. The kiss was all teeth and tongues, speaking only of their desperation for one another. And when they broke apart, they were both breathing heavily, pupils dilated. 

“Come,” Bruce commanded, his voice husky. He lifted one long, slender leg and hooked it around Clark’s waist, his robe riding up slightly. “Will you let me worship you until the day comes, my sun?”

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