The Greatest Gift
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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › Superman (All Movies)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
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1,657
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1
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I do not own the Superman movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 3
The Greatest Gift Part 3
After enjoying a long and very refreshing shower Superman dries off and dresses in the somewhat tight jeans and white t shirt, his wet hair drips water down letting his skin show through his shirt in places. He briefly checks his appearance in the mirror and then exits the bathroom throwing his ruined suit into his locked safety chest in the closet. He'd have to go up to The Fortress to fix it later, its a good thing he kept a few spare suits in his apartment. Task done and he has little else to do but watch the man as he sleeps, a task he's more than happy to do...Blue eyes track the gentle rise and fall of a hidden chest, keen ears pick up the soft and even breaths of a man sleeping peacefully.
I don't know how long I watched him...it must have been a long time as the light had long faded from the room when the man's pulse quickened and his breathing came in erratic gulps. Nightmare, he's felt their effects enough himself to see the signs. Moving silently to the bed he kneels down by the side of the bed gently placing his hands around the man. One hand rubbing soothing circles on the man's broad back, the other tousling dark curls all the while whispering sweet nothings to draw the man back from the darkness and into a comfortable sleep. Superman is surprised when the man grabs a hold of his forearm pulling him in closer into a tight, desperate embrace.
Brow creasing in disapproval at the man being haunted even in his sleep Superman whispers more soothing words moving his hand from the man's hair to sooth the worry lines along the man's face. Something in him pulls...he feels as if there is something he needs to say... Closing his bright alien eyes he leans forward placing his forehead against the other man's.
"It's okay, you're not alone...It's okay I'm here." The pull in his heart gives away as the man stops fidgeting in his sleep, relaxing into Superman's strong arms untroubled once more. His own words echo inside his mind...they rang true...so very true it was almost scary...and yet...yet so very right. Relaxing in contentment Superman doesn't feel sleep overtake him as he enjoys the warm arms holding him back.
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Over and over again he watched in agony...watched the waves swallow her...watched the desperate look in her eyes...the scream of her pain piercing through his soul, splitting him and breaking him. He screamed out as his heart was ripped out of his chest again and again, each time more painful than the last. Her pain filled eyes cry out to him...crying for him to save her...her betrayal when he does nothing watching on as she dies...and dies...and dies....
Tears blurred his vision but there was no mistaking that figure that rose out from the depths of black water...no mistaking the wrongness in the air...no mistaking the shear power radiating off the deceivingly frail human...and no mistaking the love flowing out from sorrow filled eyes nor the faint smile ghosting her lips.
"Scott...I'm sorry Scott, I had no choice...I would have hhhurt" Her voice broke on the word, "I..I would have huurt you...I could never hurt you...but don't worry my love, you won't be alone, you'll never be alone again." Her words resonated within his soul...the pain flowed out replaced with inner warmth...her words were truth, he could feel it.
Tears not of pain, but of joy flowed freely from him now, as he moved towards her and into a crushing and surprisingly strong embrace...Something tugged at his mind, something was out of place.
"I have a surprise for you." Jean whispered quietly into his ear before pulling back taking off his glasses and placing a burning kiss to each of his eyes and he could feel the constant blaring red behind his eyes subside. Confusion and trepidation filled him, "Open your eyes." Her gentle fingers brushed across his still closed eyelids, "Trust me Scott, I want you to trust me...this is my gift to you..."
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Blue eyes open to a world unlike any he has ever known, a world of soft cool colors fills his vision. The ever present red is gone...the constant pressure of built up power is gone and he can see, really see the world around him...his eyes are drawn to the form of a sleeping man next to his face, its then he realizes that he is being held by warm and strong arms, and embarrassingly enough he is holding him back.
It was all a dream...or was it? He was being held, and the weight of the arms around him just felt right...that was what was wrong with the dream. His eyes take in every detail of the man's face; perfectly unkempt dark curls frame a very handsome face, pink lips are parted slightly as the man breaths in the deep, even pace of sleep. Not a spec of stubble along the man's masculine jaw line. His eyes slide over to the arms holding him, the VERY strong, built arms. He follows the arms to the man's broad chest and the bare flesh peaking out the top of a tight white t shirt. Its then he realizes that he is laying down in a very comfortable bed while the sleeping man is kneeling along side it, the thought of someone being so thoughtful...its almost painful to feel cared for again after so long.
Without a perceptible change in breathing the man kneeling at the bed awakens, Scott is blown away as long lashed eyes open slowly revealing the most brilliant set of blue eyes he has ever seen. The eyes reel him in, sucking in his very soul wiping out all other thoughts from his mind. There is no way the man before him is normal, he has to be something more...the purity of those eyes brings images of angels to his mind, but they don't even begin to touch the sheer depth in the man's eyes.
His breath is taken away when those eyes light up with joy and the man breaks out into a smile still staring into his own eyes...how long has it been since someone could actually look directly at him? To see into his soul? Scott is left feeling venerable at not having his glasses to hide behind, but he's unable to look away from that powerful gaze. The man's lips part and a somehow familiar voice washes over him.
"It's okay, you're safe, I've got you." Overwhelmed Scott feels light headed and his vision swims, the other man seems to know that Scott is going to pass out as he moves a hand out to catch Scott's head as it falls limp. The man gently sets his head down atop a soft pillow, his hand lingers lightly brushing Scott's scalp soothingly and he can feel sleep pulling at him. "Rest now, I'll watch over you."
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A/N: Won't be updating for a while as I'm stuck in a different fandom, but I"m not abandoning this so you'll just have to be patient.
After enjoying a long and very refreshing shower Superman dries off and dresses in the somewhat tight jeans and white t shirt, his wet hair drips water down letting his skin show through his shirt in places. He briefly checks his appearance in the mirror and then exits the bathroom throwing his ruined suit into his locked safety chest in the closet. He'd have to go up to The Fortress to fix it later, its a good thing he kept a few spare suits in his apartment. Task done and he has little else to do but watch the man as he sleeps, a task he's more than happy to do...Blue eyes track the gentle rise and fall of a hidden chest, keen ears pick up the soft and even breaths of a man sleeping peacefully.
I don't know how long I watched him...it must have been a long time as the light had long faded from the room when the man's pulse quickened and his breathing came in erratic gulps. Nightmare, he's felt their effects enough himself to see the signs. Moving silently to the bed he kneels down by the side of the bed gently placing his hands around the man. One hand rubbing soothing circles on the man's broad back, the other tousling dark curls all the while whispering sweet nothings to draw the man back from the darkness and into a comfortable sleep. Superman is surprised when the man grabs a hold of his forearm pulling him in closer into a tight, desperate embrace.
Brow creasing in disapproval at the man being haunted even in his sleep Superman whispers more soothing words moving his hand from the man's hair to sooth the worry lines along the man's face. Something in him pulls...he feels as if there is something he needs to say... Closing his bright alien eyes he leans forward placing his forehead against the other man's.
"It's okay, you're not alone...It's okay I'm here." The pull in his heart gives away as the man stops fidgeting in his sleep, relaxing into Superman's strong arms untroubled once more. His own words echo inside his mind...they rang true...so very true it was almost scary...and yet...yet so very right. Relaxing in contentment Superman doesn't feel sleep overtake him as he enjoys the warm arms holding him back.
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Over and over again he watched in agony...watched the waves swallow her...watched the desperate look in her eyes...the scream of her pain piercing through his soul, splitting him and breaking him. He screamed out as his heart was ripped out of his chest again and again, each time more painful than the last. Her pain filled eyes cry out to him...crying for him to save her...her betrayal when he does nothing watching on as she dies...and dies...and dies....
Tears blurred his vision but there was no mistaking that figure that rose out from the depths of black water...no mistaking the wrongness in the air...no mistaking the shear power radiating off the deceivingly frail human...and no mistaking the love flowing out from sorrow filled eyes nor the faint smile ghosting her lips.
"Scott...I'm sorry Scott, I had no choice...I would have hhhurt" Her voice broke on the word, "I..I would have huurt you...I could never hurt you...but don't worry my love, you won't be alone, you'll never be alone again." Her words resonated within his soul...the pain flowed out replaced with inner warmth...her words were truth, he could feel it.
Tears not of pain, but of joy flowed freely from him now, as he moved towards her and into a crushing and surprisingly strong embrace...Something tugged at his mind, something was out of place.
"I have a surprise for you." Jean whispered quietly into his ear before pulling back taking off his glasses and placing a burning kiss to each of his eyes and he could feel the constant blaring red behind his eyes subside. Confusion and trepidation filled him, "Open your eyes." Her gentle fingers brushed across his still closed eyelids, "Trust me Scott, I want you to trust me...this is my gift to you..."
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Blue eyes open to a world unlike any he has ever known, a world of soft cool colors fills his vision. The ever present red is gone...the constant pressure of built up power is gone and he can see, really see the world around him...his eyes are drawn to the form of a sleeping man next to his face, its then he realizes that he is being held by warm and strong arms, and embarrassingly enough he is holding him back.
It was all a dream...or was it? He was being held, and the weight of the arms around him just felt right...that was what was wrong with the dream. His eyes take in every detail of the man's face; perfectly unkempt dark curls frame a very handsome face, pink lips are parted slightly as the man breaths in the deep, even pace of sleep. Not a spec of stubble along the man's masculine jaw line. His eyes slide over to the arms holding him, the VERY strong, built arms. He follows the arms to the man's broad chest and the bare flesh peaking out the top of a tight white t shirt. Its then he realizes that he is laying down in a very comfortable bed while the sleeping man is kneeling along side it, the thought of someone being so thoughtful...its almost painful to feel cared for again after so long.
Without a perceptible change in breathing the man kneeling at the bed awakens, Scott is blown away as long lashed eyes open slowly revealing the most brilliant set of blue eyes he has ever seen. The eyes reel him in, sucking in his very soul wiping out all other thoughts from his mind. There is no way the man before him is normal, he has to be something more...the purity of those eyes brings images of angels to his mind, but they don't even begin to touch the sheer depth in the man's eyes.
His breath is taken away when those eyes light up with joy and the man breaks out into a smile still staring into his own eyes...how long has it been since someone could actually look directly at him? To see into his soul? Scott is left feeling venerable at not having his glasses to hide behind, but he's unable to look away from that powerful gaze. The man's lips part and a somehow familiar voice washes over him.
"It's okay, you're safe, I've got you." Overwhelmed Scott feels light headed and his vision swims, the other man seems to know that Scott is going to pass out as he moves a hand out to catch Scott's head as it falls limp. The man gently sets his head down atop a soft pillow, his hand lingers lightly brushing Scott's scalp soothingly and he can feel sleep pulling at him. "Rest now, I'll watch over you."
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A/N: Won't be updating for a while as I'm stuck in a different fandom, but I"m not abandoning this so you'll just have to be patient.