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In this story, I have continued the adventures of Batman, my Batman, which his story first began in "Tales of a Real Dark Knight" in the Boy Band section of this archive. It spanned 250 chapters. You will find many universes merging, as the above copyrights reveal. I hope you all enjoy this.
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Chapter 50 Love Forever
My wounds were healing nicely. Jessica showed me some ways in which I could use make-up to cover the bruises I had left. And I needed to do so. Lance wanted me to meet him tonight, but he wouldn't tell me where. All Jessica said was that I need to dress in my Sunday finest.
I went downstairs wearing nothing. The clothes I needed to put on were in the dryer and were just about done. Thank goodness the kids weren't here. Justin, Jessica, and Randy took Sarah, Dinah, Joseph, and Preston to England so that Preston and Sarah could meet with the council and do some training over the summer. Joseph said he lived in London for a few years and had people who he could meet up with. That left the house to Lance and I, which we desperately needed. We had been missing some alone time, and, after all that happened, we needed some of that time back.
I grabbed my pants and shirt and ran back upstairs to finish getting ready. I sprayed some cologne on my chest, Ralph Lauren Romance for those of you who are curious, and pulled on my shirt. Grabbing a pair of socks and putting them on last, followed by my shoes, I was ready to leave. Looking in the mirror one last time, I gazed at my disfigured face. It looked eve worse after the beating I received from the vampire. But despite my outward appearance, I still had someone who loved me. I had friends and family. I had people in my life who loved me for who I am, not what I look like. The best thing in the world is to be accepted and loved for the inside. That is the only thing which endures. I'm living proof of that.
I rushed down the stairs and out the door to the SUV. Climbing in, I drove off following the directions Lance gave me. The directions had me driving all over town until I finally arrived at a parking deck. The valet took my car and asked if I was Eric McCoy.
"Yes," I replied.
"I have instructions for you. Take the elevator to the top floor. Someone there will assist you further."
I climbed into the elevator and pressed the button which would carry me to the top floor. `What is he planning?' I wondered.
When the elevator buzzed and the doors opened, I was met by a butler.
"Eric McCoy?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Follow me, please."
I followed him down the hallway and realized this hotel looked a lot like the one in Los Angeles where the guys used to stay. In fact, the décor was exactly the same. The only differences were the pictures. They were of us as throughout our relationship. I smiled at remembering all the good memories he and I shared.
The butler took me to the stair way which led to the roof. "Mr. Bass is waiting for you there."
"Thank you..." I began.
"Alfred," he finished.
"Thank you, Alfred."
I climbed the stairs and opened the door to a clear, starry night above a gorgeous Orlando skyline. The view was breathtaking.
"Hey, stranger," Lance said and I turned to see him standing in dark green khaki's and a light brown polo shirt.
"Hi," I replied with a grin. I walked up to him and embraced him, then kissed him. "What's this all about?"
"You've had it rough the last few weeks. I wanted to give us a date night."
He turned to his right and motioned. I followed his lead and saw a table with two lit candles, flowers, and dinnerware. A cart sat behind it with covered silver dishes and, beside a chair, rested a wine bucket with a bottle sticking out of some ice. On a nearby table was a CD player with soft music playing in the background. The song playing was Madonna's "Crazy for You", the first song Lance and I danced to.
Lance took my hand and led me over to the table. "Please, sit."
I sat down and he pulled up the bottle from the ice bucket. "Would you like some champagne?"
"Certainly."
Lance popped the cork and poured us some champagne. Then he took the lids off the covered dishes and placed a plate of food in front of me and one in front of him. "I have a surprise to tell you."
I looked up.
"I bought this hotel."
"You what?" I said shocked.
"Yep. Did you notice it looks just like the one in LA?"
"I did notice that. I was surprised to see it. I like the pictures in the hallway. It reminded me of all the good times we've had."
"And to the ones we will have for the rest of our lives." He held up his glass. "To us."
"To us." I clinked my glass against his and sipped the alcohol.
"The top floor of the hotel is ours as well. The entire floor is set up like a house so that we can stay here once in a while. Alfred is our butler that will be living here full time. He coordinates the staff in the hotel so his salary is paid through the hotel."
"How did you find time to do all this?" I asked.
"They were plans I had in the works for a while. I wanted to save it as an anniversary gift but after all you've been through, I thought I would share it with you now. It's our home away from home."
"It's perfect," I said.
I leaned across the table and kissed him.
"Dinner was delicious," I said taking a sip from my champagne glass.
"I hope you saved room for dessert."
"Maybe in a little while," I said. "Right now I'm full. And I think I need to burn some of dinner off to make room." I stood up and took his hand. "Can I have this dance?"
"You can have all the dances."
Lance stood up and I took him into my arms. "When I Fall In Love" by Celine Dion played and we swayed to the music.
When I fall in love It will be forever Or I'll never fall in love
In a restless world Like this is Love is ended before it's begun And too many Moonlight kisses Seem to cool in the warmth of the sun
When I give my heart I will be completely Or I'll never give my heart
And the moment I can feel that you feel that way too Is when I fall in love with you
As the song ended, I kissed him passionately. Then I led him down the stairs into the penthouse suite and to the nearest room, which happened to be the living room area. I sat him down on the couch and straddled him, then kissed him. As we kissed, my hands played over his body. I pulled his shirt off to reveal his chest, which honestly has not changed much over the years. I ran my hands over his skin and then my lips, kissing every square inch of his torso.
His hands reached up and unbuttoned my white shirt revealing my bare skin. He rubbed my chest and kissed my neck. I felt his tongue caress my skin and then take in an ear. He tugged gently with his teeth and went back to sucking on my neck. His fingers moved down to my waistband and he pulled open my belt and button. Unzipping my pants, he pulled out my hardening member, which he then sucked into his mouth. Pushing on my ass, he forced me deeper into his throat. As he sucked, he pulled my pants the rest of the way off. Then he reached down and opened his fly, pulling his hard cock out of his pants. I eased myself down onto him and felt him go in me. It had been so long since we had been together like this. I didn't want to touch him after...well, it was in our past now; the not so distant past, but still back there. And it had all but completely vanished from my mind. At this moment in time, it was just Lance and I. The world, the mask, the Center, the children, they were all gone. He and I were alone at last, like it was at the beginning. And I wanted to stay in this moment.
I rocked back and forth, moved up and down on him. I felt him penetrate me deeply and caress the spot which carried us further into the throngs of sexual lust and passion. It encouraged me to ride him harder and faster. Our tongues interlocked when our lips met and our hands dug into each other's flesh as the pleasure mounted. His lips released from mine and his head flew back.
"Uh, uh, uuuuh, yes!" he exclaimed, and I felt him throb inside me as he bucked up into me.
As he relaxed, he grabbed my cock and jacked me as he sucked on my head, his own dick still inside me. He bobbed rapidly and my balls tightened up in nearness to release. Feeling my dick harden even more in his hands as well as the precum flowing out of the tip caused his own cock to come back to life inside me. I had felt it soften a bit after his orgasm, but his ministrations on me and sensing how it stimulated me caused his cock to harden once again. He pumped into me causing a slurping sound as his previous orgasmic fluid created suction within me. The sounds of his hand and cock were enough to bring me over the edge and I called his name out in pleasure.
"Oh, Lance!"
My cum shot out all over his face and mouth. His tongue came out and licked it up and caught more of my cum as it shot out. His own cock shot his load deep within me.
"God, yes!" he called.
I fell forward on top of him and kissed his cum-covered lips. Whatever happened between us was washed away in these moments of passion. We were who we once were with the exception of us having grown. I knew to be more mindful of my husband and his needs; he knew to be more open and honest with his communication. Taking care of each other and being honest with each other are the foundation of any good relationship.
"Let's get cleaned up and go to bed," I said to him. "Of course, we won't be doing much sleep."
He smiled at me and I climbed off him. Then I ran to the bathroom as I felt his cum running out of me and down my leg. He jumped up and ran after me, closing the door behind him on the world around us. Tonight was going to be about us rediscovering each other physically and emotionally. Tonight was going to be about us reclaiming who we were to one another. Tonight was going to be about Eric and Lance, lovers.
Across the ocean on the other side of the world, in a prison in the most desolate of the former Soviet Union, three figures sat alone in their three cells, laughing.
"Shut up," the guard said in Russian. "Rekoj, shut up! We don't need to hear your annoying little voice!"
"Lighten up, Serge! The world needs a little laughter!"
A loud boom appeared out of nowhere and caught everyone's attention. Rejoj went to his window in time to see a cloaked, hooded figure emerge from a tunnel of light. As soon as the figure stepped foot on the ground, the tunnel closed and the figure was bathed in shadow.
"Guess who's coming to dinner?" Rekoj laughed.
Several guards, with guns raised, ran over to the man. "Halt!" they ordered.
From beneath the hood came a solitary word. "No."
With a swift movement, the figure reached into his cloak and pulled a short metal rod from his belt. Flicking a switch, two red laser blades appeared on each end. He swung the blades around and chopped off heads and hands. The surviving guards screamed in pain and shock. The figure held up his hands and the living guards clutched at their throats gasping for breath. In moments, they were dead from suffocation. The figure, replacing his now dormant hilt back on his belt walked to the window of Rekoj.
"Step back," he ordered.
The smiling man did as he was ordered. He watched as the wall to the outside changed color slightly. He wasn't sure exactly what happened but was intrigued by it. He walked up to the gray wall and reached out to touch it. He was surprised how it crumbled under his hands.
"You turned concrete to ash!" he said with amusement. "How fabulous!" The clown stepped back and ran at the ash. Leaping into it, he broke through the ash wall and rolled to his feet. Dusting himself off, he asked, "What about my girls?"
"They can do the same," the cloaked figure said.
"Come along, girls," Rekoj invited. "It's safe."
Moments later, the girls were jumping through their ash walls as well.
"That was fun!" Harley said.
"Can we do it again?" asked Quinn.
"We have work to do," the figure stated. "Come with me."
"Oh, contraire, my good fellow," the clown man said. "I call the shots of this gang, not you."
"I'm not calling your shoots. I'm taking you back to Florida so you can have the opportunity to kill an enemy we both have in common."
"Who might that be?"
"Batman."
"Oh, joy!"
The End.
Coming soon: "Fall of a Real Dark Knight"