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Adventures VI: The Dark Knight Cometh By Mathias/gothamciti@hotmail.com NOTE: The following fictitious account is loosely based upon characters created by and intellectual properties of DC and Marvel comics. It was written for no commercial purpose. Prologue Even in the dark he could effortlessly make his way around this sprawling house. He should. He was born here. He's lived his entire life here. As he walked down the expansive staircase, he remembered retreating here from the violent outside world that prematurely took away his parents. And it was here that he vowed vengeance, a promise that cost him in other ways. He recognized that now and wondered if there was a way out. And more importantly, could he take it? He walked towards one of the countless phones in the house and waited for it to ring. He turned around, abruptly responding to his razor sharp instincts warning him that someone else had entered the room. Standing in the moonlight filtering through the wide windows was the one person in the world to whom he felt closest and ironically the one person to whom he could never reach out. They stood staring at each other for what seemed an eternity without saying a word. The other man was younger, standing just a few inches below his own massively built 6'2" frame. But he had the same dark hair and ruggedly handsome features. People have mistaken them for brothers. But they were more than that. The younger man was breathing hard and he could smell clean, warm sweat from where he stood. Involuntarily he licked his lips and felt his mouth go dry. "I was, uh, working out. I hope you don't mind," the young man said. "Of course not Dick," he replied. "You may not live here anymore but this will always be your home. I hope you know that." Dick nodded. Then they both heard music echoing clearly from above, the words and melody drifting around them like ghosts. If a breeze caresses me, it's really you strolling by... "Tim's just discovered Chet Baker," he explained, grateful for neutral subject. If I hear a melody, it's merely the way you sigh... "Now he wants me to buy him a trumpet," he chuckled. Dick smiled. "Give me Garbage any day." "Huh?" "Nothing. I...uh...was hoping we could talk...just you and me. Like old times." Suddenly the phone rang. He picked it up and listened to the information he had been waiting for - a central office in Gotham for Senator Graydon Creed. Before he hung up he could already see the pain in Dick's face. "I'm sorry. I have to go..." he said. Dick turned away. For a moment, he thought he could stay. For a moment he though he could take Dick in his arms and pretend the world didn't need him. Then he realized he never really had a choice. And as he walked out of the house, he heard the final words of the song. Funny, each time I fall in love, it's always you... One If his mom could see him now. For the life of him, he couldn't have pictured himself in stranger circumstances. Working undercover as an aid to Senator Graydon Creed. After Bobby's cover was blown, Sam Guthrie had been petrified of being found out. Not for fear of being found out. Not for fear of his own life. Mama Guthrie didn't raise anyone who couldn't take care of himself. He was afraid of letting the others down. Scott, Jeannie, Bobby, they were all depending on him. For now he can relax. The workday was over. The senator had just gone and at this very moment being watched by the others. He was about to put his files away when the office door swung open. For a minute he didn't know what to say. Before him stood the most handsome man he had ever seen in his young life. Hair as dark as the night, eyes blue as the sky, a strong lantern jaw. Sam's eye lowered and took in the powerful built within an obviously expensive suit. "May I...may I help you," Sam stammered. "Yes, I'm here to see Senator Creed," the man answered in a voice so low Sam could swear the sound boomed around the entire room. "I'm sorry...Mr. uh?" "Wayne, Bruce Wayne," the man said extending a hand and a surprisingly warm smile. Sam accepted the firm handshake and felt an odd thrill run up his spine just holding the hand of the imposing multibillionaire. Actually he wasn't sure if it was the brief handshake or the smile. While he's heard of the enigmatic tycoon, Sam was unprepared for such an overpowering presence. "Sam Guthrie sir, Senator Creed's assistant. I'm afraid I didn't have you on my calendar," he replied. "I spoke to him myself," Bruce said. "Gosh I apologize for the inconvenience sir. But Senator Creed has left for a fundraiser," Sam said. "Had I known, I would've made sure he was here to meet with you." "Well, this is inconvenient," Bruce murmured. "Please sir, make yourself comfortable," Sam urged, feeling strangely unwilling to let this man leave. The billionaire sat on one of the chairs facing Sam's desk. "May I get you something to drink?" Sam asked. "Scotch neat, if you have it," Bruce smiled. "Coming right up," he said, hurrying to the bar and pouring a drink. "I'm quite impressed by your man Creed and wanted to talk to him about some key issues in his campaign...see if we could work together on some of them," Bruce explained. Sam walked over, drink and napkin in hand, to where Bruce sat. But suddenly, the tycoon turned his chair toward him. The move caught Sam off balance and he spilled the scotch all over Bruce's trousers. "Aww fu..!" Sam exclaimed. "I am so sorry Mr. Wayne!" Instinctively, he dropped his hand with the napkin for the glass onto Bruce's lap and tried to wipe the spreading stain. Before he realized it, Sam was vigorously wiping away over Bruce's crotch. When he became aware that he was groping a substantially huge muscle underneath the pants, Sam stopped. He looked at Bruce, who was smiling, but blushing. "I'm sorry Mr. Wayne," Sam repeated, feeling stupid. "It's okay Sam...may I call you Sam?" Bruce said. Sam nodded. "Call me Bruce." He nodded again. Bruce stood up and Sam couldn't help but stare at the wet mess with the visible lump of Bruce's crotch. He couldn't turn his eyes away as he noted that Bruce was packing man meat that looked so full down there. "I really need help getting this stain out..." Bruce said. "Of course, Mr. uh, Bruce. I think maybe we should go into Senator Creed's washroom and get you out of those pants," Sam said. "Lead the way, Bruce winked at him. This time it was Sam's turn to blush. They went into the spacious private bathroom inside Senator Creed's inner office. Bruce quietly slipped off his shoes before entering and pulled off his jacket. As he set down the jacket over the bathroom counter, Sam reached for Bruce's belt buckle and began to undo his trousers. He lowered himself to his knees and slowly unzipped the pants, enjoying the feeling of his knuckles brushing down against what was evidently a thick slab of cock behind the zipper. He looked up to Bruce who was smiling and watching him intently. "I could've done that myself, you know," Bruce said. "Please Mr., uh, Bruce. This is all my fault. I'll…uh, take care of everything," Sam said. As he pulled the pants down, he kept his eyes riveted on what he could make out as a truly huge cock beneath the slightly tented striped boxers. Sam could see part of the shaft, some pubic hair and he could smell a clean masculine odor through the boxer's fly. He was starting to feel dizzy as he stood up with the pants. "I like you Sam," Bruce said, climbing up to sit on the marble top counter of the wash basin. "You remind me of my ward." "Thank you sir," Sam looked at him. "He's very lucky to have someone like you looking after him." "He'd probably disagree with you." "My Pa dies when I was young. Not that I think you're old enough to be my father. I just think it might be nice to have somebody there like an older brother," Sam confessed. "I'm sorry to hear about your father," Bruce said. "It was a long time ago," Sam shrugged as every now and then he couldn't help but sneak glances at Bruce's lap right next to the sink where he continued to clean the trousers with a wet towel. "I had a close friend once who was like an older brother to me," he continued. He noticed that Bruce had spread out thighs further causing the fly of his boxers to gape open. Sam gulped. "Where's he now?" Bruce asked as Sam continued to gaze hungrily upon the now exposed shaft. "We don't see each other much anymore," Sam answered. "You miss him?" "A lot," Sam nodded. "Uh, Bruce, I think the scotch seeped through your boxers too." Bruce looked down to his lap and said, "Think so? Do you see a stain?" Sam was finding it difficult to breathe as he placed the pants on top of the discarded jacket and moved over to stand between Bruce's strong, muscular thighs, which spread even further to give him room. "I think so. I'm not sure," he murmured. He felt Bruce's hand on his shoulder urging him down. "Why don't you take a closer look Sam," Bruce suggested. Sam lowered his head until he was just an inch above the boxers' open fly. He inhaled the fragrant aroma and said, "I think there's something here." "Think it's the scotch?" Bruce began, "Maybe you should taste it and make sure." Blood started ringing in his ears when Sam heard that. He extended his wet tongue and licked at the exposed shaft. "Hmmmm," Sam said, "Er, I'm still not sure. I think I'll have to taste a lot more." Bruce sighed as Sam's tongue buried down his crotch. "Take all the time you need. We want you to be sure." Unable to hold back any longer, Sam pulled out the entire nine-inch cock and balls through the opening. The hot, turgid organ sprang proudly up towards Sam's flushed face. Bruce moaned loudly as Sam gently stroked the immense cock to its full throbbing length. Bruce gently grabbed a fistful of Sam's hair and pulled him down to the aching fuck pole. "Yeah, suck that cock for me baby." Sam's hungry lips covered the gigantic mushroom like head and slurped loudly as he savored the taste of hot flesh and the precum bubbling from the top. As Sam valiantly tried to gobble his way down the shaft, Bruce opened his shirt to reveal his spectacularly bulging pecs. Sam's hands wandered around the sides of Bruce's torso and onto the chest, twisting at two pink nipples. He couldn't believe how tight this man's muscles were, considering he should be an indolent trust fund baby. Sam was equally amazed at the delicious taste of this magnificent cock and he couldn't get enough of it. When he felt that he was choking on all that muscle, he reluctantly let go and attacked the man's hot balls instead, lapping at them voraciously. Bruce was groaning so loud, Sam started to worry about any of the night guards hearing them. But one more taste of that cock and he was beyond caring. All his senses were overloading on Bruce's hot cock, hot balls and hot body. He moaned while sliding his full lips down that mighty shaft over and over. All he could think of was COCK, COCK, THICK HOT JUICY COCK! "Suck me baby. Keep sucking that meat!!!" Bruce gasped. "Suck! Suck! Suck!!!!" "Mmmmm," Sam whimpered in delirious agreement, continuing his assault on the fleshy pole. He used one of his hands to pump on the cock even as his lips, tongue and throat suctioned over the hot meat. "Ohhh yeaahhh baby. You're making my cock feel great!!" Bruce moaned. Suddenly, Sam stopped, gasping for air. "Fuck me Bruce, please fuck me," he pleaded. Bruce got off the counter and picked Sam up as though he were weightless. Sam pushed his pants and underwear off and pulled Bruce towards him with his legs. Unceremoniously, Bruce plunged his burning cock into Sam's tight butt and began thrusting deep into him. Sam felt excruciating pleasure flood his entire body as Bruce pumped him mercilessly. His own cock was like a steel bar, bouncing up and down his abs in time to each powerful thrust from Bruce. He reached out and pulled Bruce closer. Bruce, his face contorted with ecstasy, lunged forward and gave Sam the slow, wet kiss he needed. Sam felt a million nerves in his body exploding as he tasted Bruce's tongue swirling inside his mouth. Then he felt his orgasm rack his being and his cum splattering between their straining bodies. In a split second, Bruce pulled his face back and shouted, "Auuuggghhh!!!!!" Sam felt Bruce's thick jets of cream pumping into his butt. Bruce was cumming again and again and again. More pleasure spread over Sam as he felt the scalding cum filled him up. They held on to each other, panting. Bruce grinned at Sam and he felt his heart melt. "You're wonderful Sam," the billionaire whispered, kissing him. "Well holy smokes Bruce, you were just incredible!" Sam replied shyly. "I'd like to be that somebody there for you," said Bruce. "I'd love that," Sam smiled and kissed him back.