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Consoling Widows	By : Dandello2000 Category: 1 through F > 10,000 BC Views: 2048 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own the Superman movie series (or Batman), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Notes: by request of Kabuki_party who wanted another OT3, this time with Bruce. A sequel to A Weekend in Lois Lane.

Warning: This starts out as a deathfic - by the end of Weekend, Richard told me the real reason why he invited Clark for a three-way. But don't worry, there will be smut.

It was a good funeral as funerals went, Clark Kent mused sadly as he looked around the chapel. Richard White had lots of friends, both inside and outside the media. But Clark was still having a hard time believing Richard was gone.
Gone. A euphemism for dead. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Tears started streaming down his face again, salty water collecting on the bottoms of his lenses, but he didn't care. He didn't care if the people from work thought he was a wuss for crying at his best friend's funeral. He was the one who'd run to Richard's side when the assistant editor collapsed in his office. He was the one holding Richard when the man died. He was the one who felt the mental bonds break. He was the one who felt Richard's last coherent thoughts, 'Take care of her...'
Lois Lane-White put her arms around him. "I didn't think this would be so hard," she murmured. The makeup she'd applied that morning to hide the puffiness in her face was a mess from crying.
Clark rested his cheek on the top of her head, blessing the fact that his bond with her hadn't broken when Richard died. "With everything I can do, I couldn't help him," Clark murmured. "What good is a superman if he can't help the ones he loves?"
Superman hadn't been seen in Metropolis for several days - not since Richard's death. It wouldn't do for Superman to appear with red eyes and a runny nose from crying. It would raise too many questions. No one, aside from Lois and Martha Kent, could ever find out that Superman was in mourning for his best friend and lover, a man named Richard White - Lois Lane's husband of eleven months.
Had it really been more than a year since Clark flew Lois and Richard to the Fortress of Solitude where they pledged their love to one another in deed rather than words in a Kryptonian bonding ceremony? The memories were so fresh, it felt like only a few days ago.
It was their first weekend together. Richard had invited Clark Kent over for 'fun and games'. Clark hadn't quite understood what Richard meant at the time, but he discovered it soon enough. He'd been invited to share Lois in every way. It was the most heady, exciting, mind-blowing weekend of his life, even better than his coming out as Superman.
He fell in love with Lois all over again. He fell in love with Richard. And the sex? He hadn't even dreamed that humans had that much stamina or sensuality.
He flew them to the Fortress for their bonding to be registered in the Kryptonian way. They were dressed in traditional bonding garb including the genital jewelry - cock rings and crystal dangles for the men, labial rings and a clit clamp with dangles for Lois.
The Fortress had the bonding chains ready for them. Kal-El stripped off his tunic, leaving only the jewelry and ceremonial leggings that left his genitals and ass exposed. He hooked the chains to their attachment points on the cock rings and Lois's labial rings, kissing Richard and Lois in their private places. The chains were virtually unbreakable, representing the unbreakable bonds of Kryptonian love and lust.
"Father," Kal-El called when the three of them were bound together. Jor-El appeared as a translucent figure hovering several feet from the floor.
"Yes, my son?"
"Father," Kal-El said solemnly. For all its sensuality, it was a solemn occasion. "I wish to introduce you to my bond mates, Lois of the House of Lane and Richard of the House of White. We wish our bonding to be recorded in the records of the House of El."
"Kal-El my son, are you certain of this? Have you considered how this bonding will affect your mission?"
"I have considered it, Father. I do not believe it possible for me to continue my mission without them."
"If you are certain that your bonding will not interfere with you assisting those in need, then you have my blessing," the image of his father said. "Lois of the House of Lane and Richard of the House of White, welcome to the House of El. My best wishes for your happiness together." He smiled paternally at them. Kal-El let loose of the breath he hadn't even been aware he'd been holding. He'd been afraid Jor-El would not approve, despite the fact that he'd erased the AI's memory of his original liaison with Lois.
Their lovemaking that day in the Fortress had been incredible.
"Earth to Clark," Lois said. He focused on her. "You went away," she added.
"I was remembering the bonding ceremony. I never wanted it to end."
She took his hand. "We have each other. Richard would have wanted it this way."
"He did want it this way."
She leaned against him. "Remember the wedding? I think you were more nervous that he was."
"I think you're right," Clark admitted. "I was terrified that everyone who saw us would know it wasn't just Richard getting married to you."
Their second date weekend together. Clark had moved into the spare bedroom at 312 Riverside and no one at work had noticed except for the fact that Lois was teasing him good-naturedly more than she had before.
It had been Lois's turn to plan the weekend and she chose to go to a dance club that Cat Grant had suggested, one that catered to 'alternative lifestyles'. Lois had threatened to make them wear their bonding garb but decided against it. Instead Lois wore leather while Richard and Clark wore jeans, slave collars with leashes and little else. Lois took them both on the stairwell. By the time they were done, they'd accumulated quite an appreciative audience.
Lois could have made quite a bit of money that night selling the services of her 'slaves'. Instead, she loaned them out for dancing while keeping an eye out for anyone who dared poach in her territory. It was strangely exhilarating, surrendering himself to the moment.
They were all three exhausted by the time they made it home to bed. The next morning, Richard and Clark were up early, as usual. "I really think we need to set a date," Richard said over his coffee.
"You and me or you and Lois?" Clark asked, teasing.
"Me and Lois," Richard answered. "Although you and me would put an interesting spin on things."
"I don't think Lois would appreciate being left out," Clark said.
"Being left out of what?" Lois asked. She looked beautiful in the morning, hair tousled, eyes half-lidded in sleep.
"I was thinking we should set a date," Richard said.
To Clark's surprise, she nodded. He had been told that Lois was adamant about not discussing the subject of a wedding with anyone.
"Who am I marrying?" she asked, pouring herself a cup of coffee. "You or Clark?"
"You're engaged to Richard," Clark pointed out. "People might talk if you threw him over for me and he still lived here."
Lois nodded thoughtfully. "How about sometime next month? It doesn't have to be a big affair, just family and close friends. My mom would love to plan the reception. In fact, the reception can double as a Christmas party. But I doubt we can get much time off with the holidays and all."
"It's settled then," Richard said, kissing Lois's hair. He turned to Clark. "You will be the best man, won't you?"
"I would be honored."
The next month was a blur, even for someone with an eidetic memory.
Then the wedding day was upon them. Richard kept laughing at how nervous Clark was. "Clark, relax or people are going to mistake you for the groom," he said, straightening Clark's tie.
"I just want this to be perfect for Lois," Clark stammered. "A girl, a woman, deserves a perfect wedding."
Richard grinned crookedly. "This may be her first wedding, but I don't think it'll be her last one. Promise me you won't leave her and Jason."
"Of course I won't, but what do you..."
The music started and Clark didn't have a chance to finish his question.
Clark stood with Jason just behind Richard as he said his vows to Lois in front of their assembled family and closest friends. If anyone thought it odd that Martha Kent and Ben Hubbard were also there, sitting on the groom's side, no one made any comment.
Clark could feel the love between Lois and Richard and was heartened to realize it encompassed him as well. He nearly dropped the ring while handing to Richard, but Richard just laughed it off, giving Clark a hug and a peck on the cheek in front of everyone. Clark knew what the engraving on Lois's ring said. Lois & Richard & Clark. The date was for their Kryptonian bonding.
"He knew, even at the wedding," Clark said.
"What did he know?" Lois asked.
"That his time was limited," Clark answered. "I checked him over and didn't see anything wrong, but he knew even then. He made me promise not to leave you and Jason."
"He never told me," Lois said. "Maybe if he'd said something, we could have..."
They'd been over and over it ever since Richard's death. Maybe there'd been something they could have done if Richard had just confided in them. But Clark knew there was nothing that could have been done to stop the aneurism deep in Richard's brain from blowing out. It had been inoperable by Earth science and the AI at the Fortress hadn't been able to help - brains were delicate things and Richard's was already damaged by the pressure and leakage from the deformed blood vessel. Any treatment would likely kill him.
"He didn't want to be treated like an invalid," Clark said. "He wanted to live his life to the fullest right until the end. He forbade me from telling you. I only knew about it because I checked him over after the headaches really started."
Clark first felt it through the link. Pain coming from Richard. Blinding, excruciating pain. Lois didn't seem to feel it, or if she did she thought it was her own headache. But Clark knew it wasn't. Richard was at his desk in his office, holding his head. He was pale and sweating. Clark scanned him with his special vision and finally spotted the problem - a tiny weakness in an artery deep inside Richard's brain. Blood was seeping out of it, raising inter-cranial pressure, pressing on nerves. And there was nothing Clark could do about it.
"Don't tell Lois," Richard ordered when Clark came into his office.
"Have you seen a doctor?" Clark asked.
"There's nothing they can do," Richard managed to say when the pain eased. "There's a chance it'll clot and stop leaking, maybe even heal over. If that happens, I could live to a ripe old age."
"Or it could break open today and kill you," Clark said.
"Or I could be nailed by some bozo running a red light, die of food poisoning, trip and break my neck. Just living from one moment to the next is a gamble. But it beats the alternative."
"Lois needs to know."
"I don't want or need her pity, Clark," Richard said. "It's going to be hard enough living with yours."
Three weeks later, Richard was dead in Clark's arms.
"My condolences for your loss," a deep familiar voice said. Clark wiped the tears from his face as he looked over at the speaker.
"Thank you, Bruce," he managed to say.
"Bruce?" Lois said. "Private island Bruce?"
Clark nodded.
"You never told me you knew Bruce Wayne," she chided gently.
"I have to protect my sources," Clark responded.
"You could have at least admitted he owned that island," Lois retorted.
"And I told you the owner likes his privacy."
Lois smiled at that. Clark wiped away her smeared mascara with his thumb.
"I look a mess," she complained.
"You look like a widow in mourning," Bruce told her. "Perry's given you both a few days off. I'm inviting you to spend them at the manor. At least there you won't be bothered by people you've never met giving you platitudes they don't mean."
"What about Jason?" Lois asked.
"He can come too," Bruce said. "Although there's not a lot for a little boy to do there."
"Maybe Perry or my mom can watch him," Clark suggested. He wasn't sure it was a good idea to leave Jason right now, but neither he nor Lois was doing Jason much good right now. Neither of them could stop crying and it was hard to convince a child that everything was going to be okay when you were saying it through tears.
-o-o-o-
Bruce wasn't sure what prompted him to invite Clark and Lois to the manor. As Clark had said, he was a man who liked his privacy and inviting two reporters to stay under his roof wasn't exactly a prescription for privacy, even if Clark was also Superman.
But to see his old friend so broken up over the loss of Lois Lane's husband - he hated seeing Clark in so much pain. Clark was such a gentle, sweet person. Inflicting pain on such a soul was simply blasphemous.
He was surprised when Lois and Clark both accepted his offer of a lift to the manor in his helicopter, but then Superman hadn't been seen since White's death. Luckily, no one who didn't know Clark's secret would have realized the real cause of Superman's absence.
Bruce ignored the snide comments from at least one of their co-workers. "You know there's only one way to console a widow," the man said a little too loudly. "Pity Kent doesn't have what it takes."
Bruce noticed the tightening of Clark's jaw as he helped Lois into the helicopter. 'Yes, there is only one way to console a widow,' the billionaire mused as he settled into the pilot's seat .'But what do you do when you have two of them?' Clark was at least as much a widow as Lois, even if no one else realized it.
To Bruce's surprise, Lois was actually asleep when he brought the helicopter down on its pad beside the garages. Clark picked her up and carried her inside, up to the suite Alfred had assigned to them. "She hasn't slept for more that a few hours since since Richard died," Clark explained as he began to undress her. "She felt the link break, just like I did, but she couldn't get back in time. Even Superman couldn't have gotten her back in time to say goodbye. And I wasn't going to leave him."
"At least it was quick," Bruce said, hating himself for making it sound mundane and acceptable.
Clark pulled the blanket up over Lois's sleeping form before turning to Bruce. "Why do people always assume that just because they didn't linger that they weren't in pain? The pain was excruciating, and there wasn't anything I could do to help because he was beyond help. The pressure was triggering the pain centers in his brain and there was nothing I could do but be there until his brain was nothing but mush."
"I'm sorry," Bruce said. "I didn't realize..."
Clark didn't seem to hear him. "I threw a damned island into space, but I couldn't help him."
"When's the last time you ate or slept?"
Clark gave him a blank look. "Yesterday? Or maybe the day before."
"Alfred would have my hide if he thought there was somebody hungry under his roof," Bruce said, guiding Clark out of the room and toward the kitchen downstairs.
-o-o-o-
Lois woke to find herself in a strange bedroom, under the covers in a strange bed. She checked and discovered she was naked except for her panties. Her dress, bra and hose were arranged neatly on a chair in the corner. Her purse and shoes were beneath the chair. Then the memories came flooding back. Richard was dead and she and Clark had accepted an invitation to spend a few days at Wayne Manor. Jason was staying with Martha Kent and her new husband at the house on Riverside.
She threw off the covers and went in search of a bathroom. It adjoined the bedroom through a large closet which held women's clothes in various sizes. She found a silk robe that fit her and tied the belt around her waist. Obviously Mister Wayne entertained female guests who didn't bring along a change of clothes, Lois mused as she washed the make up off her face. Even a decent sleep hadn't been able to wash away the splotchy pallor from her skin.
She realized she was hungry. She couldn't remember exactly when she ate last, except that it was something Clark's mom had fixed and forced on her. Martha had been a godsend, taking care of Jason as well as her and Clark.
Lois followed her nose to the kitchen where an elderly man was working. He smiled when he noticed her.
"Ah, Miss Lane, Mister Kent told me you'd be down eventually and you'd most likely want black coffee and a toasted bagel with cream cheese," he said, pouring a cup of coffee and placing it on the kitchen table for her. He had a Cockney accent rather than the stereotypical British pluminess.
"You must be Alfred," Lois said. The man kept smiling as if pleased to see her.
He set a perfectly prepared toasted bagel with cream cheese in front of her along with a linen napkin. "If you'd like something else I can certainly prepare it for you," he added.
She was touched by his offer. "No, coffee and a bagel is fine, thank you."
Alfred moved about the kitchen efficiently, reminding Lois of Martha taking over Lois's kitchen when she arrived. Martha had clucked her tongue at the lack of food in the house and sent Clark to the store for groceries. Lois had a momentary vision of Alfred sending Bruce to the grocery store. She tried to stifle her chuckle at the absurdity but some of it escaped.
Alfred gave her a quizzical look. "Is something wrong, ma'am?"
"No, I just had an image of you sending Mister Wayne to the grocery store," Lois admitted.
"Oh, I would never do that, Miss Lane," Alfred said, not quite looking scandalized by the thought. "Mister Wayne might get lost and then where would I be? Looking for him in the wilds of the local Meyers grocery. No, it's much easier if I just do it myself."
"Where are Mister Wayne and Mister Kent?"
"I believe they're in the gym," Alfred said. "Mister Wayne said something about sparring practice."
Lois finished her coffee and bagel then asked for directions to the gym.
She found the room easily enough, and the sound of voices on the far side of the large double doors confirmed it. Lois opened the doors quietly and walked in, shutting them behind her.
Clark and Bruce were sparring with bō-staffs, parrying and thrusting. The men were also naked, their skin glistening with sweat as they danced across the mats on the floor. To Lois's surprise, Bruce was almost as fine a physical specimen as Clark was. He was a little shorter than Clark, but almost as broad in the chest and shoulders. His hips were narrow, legs well defined.
In the shock of Richard's death, Lois had almost forgotten what a fine figure of a man Clark really was beneath his clothes. He was Superman, for God's sake, yet all she could remember right now was the feel of Richard against her body.
"You would have never survived what Ducard had planned for you," Bruce was saying. "I almost didn't get away." Thrust, parry.
"I wasn't a child," Clark protested. "I would have been okay." Parry, feint, jab.
"You were what? Nineteen? Fresh off the farm?" Bruce scoffed. "He was licking his chops, waiting to get his claws into you and you know it."
"But you let him die." Jab, jab, swing.
"Which is why you would have never beaten him," Bruce stated. "Sometimes cancers walk on two legs. And sometimes evil cannot be redeemed. I saved his life and he returned the favor by trying to destroy my city." Bruce swung his bō-staff and caught Clark behind one knee, sending the other man sprawling. "He didn't deserve to be saved," Bruce concluded. Clark swung a leg around, landing the billionaire on his butt.
Bruce laughed - a deep, delighted sound that shook his entire body. "God, I've missed this. I missed you."
"Richard and I..." Clark began. "We used to spar like this, at least until the headaches kept him from doing it anymore. I miss him so much."
Bruce's expression turned solemn. "I know there's nothing I can say to make it better. This is a journey no one can take for you. And even the roadmaps the experts have laid out don't mean a damn thing when it's you or a loved one doing the suffering. But I want you to know, you have people who love you, who will be there for you if you'll let them."
"I know, and thank you, Bruce," Clark said.
Bruce got to his feet in one smooth effortless movement, reaching down to help Clark up. Clark grabbed his arm, rolled and threw Bruce on his back, knocking the air out of the billionaire.
Then both men were on their feet almost faster that Lois could see, grappling one another like wrestlers, muscles rippling beneath their skin. Lois noted the scars along with the developing bruises on Bruce's body. She was surprised to see bruises on Clark as well.
"There aren't too many people around who can best me," Bruce managed to say. "So, do you mind telling me how that bald bastard managed to get the better of you last year?"
"I didn't think he had any kryptonite left," Clark said through gritted teeth. Lois watched in stunned silence as Bruce grabbed him in a head lock. He knows. Bruce Wayne knows about Clark.
"Clark, Luthor always has kryptonite," Bruce barked, breaking Lois from her stupor.
"But an entire freaking island?" Clark protested. "Besides, you know what a blowhard he was. I figured he'd have to spend some time boasting about how he did it and how great he was and that'd buy me some time to figure out something."
"You're lucky he didn't slit your throat," Bruce said. "Ducard would have."
"Luthor didn't want my blood splattered all over him. It would have ruined his self-image of being a thinker rather than a sociopathic mass murderer," Clark said. "Ducard knew what he was."
Both men were panting with the effort of trying to subdue the other. Finally, they both collapsed to the mat.
"You're an idiot. You know that, don't you?" Bruce said after he caught his breath.
"Look who's talking," Clark responded, clambering to his feet. He winced as he flexed his shoulder and Lois stepped forward.
"How..." she asked. Then she noticed the thin silver chain around his neck and the tiny green gem hanging from it. "Kryptonite? You're deliberately exposing yourself to Kryptonite?"
Clark removed the necklace and handed it to Bruce who dropped the malignant mineral into an opaque bag and sealed it.
Outrage bubbled through Lois. First Richard died after deciding she didn't need to know that he was ill, and now Clark was deliberately exposing himself to something that could kill him.
"It's okay, Lois," Clark tried to assure her. "It's just a tiny chip and I make sure I'm not exposed for very long."
"It's not okay, Clark," Lois protested. "It's not. You don't know what that can do to you." She began pounding her fists against his chest in frustration and fury at his stupidity. "I won't lose you!" Tears were running down her face again.
Clark easily grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her back. He secured both of her wrists with one large hand, using the other to tip her head up. He kissed her gently, then with more and more passion. She'd been missing this. Even sleeping in the same bed, they'd both been so overcome with grief that they hadn't been helping each other.
"I won't lose you too," she repeated when he let her up for air.
"Lois, I..." he began. She knew what he was trying to say. He couldn't make any promises. He was Superman and as godlike as he was, there were bad guys and crazies out there wanting to take him down. Every time he flew off to the rescue, there was a risk someone would try something.
"Clark, shut up and fuck me."
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