Blaze & Superman at the Bar

Blaze led the way. Not to the public bar upstairs in the club, but to a private bar down the stairs and through an unmarked black door. There was no one there, just the long wooden bar, chairs on tables. Lights flickered on and Blaze slid behind the bar as Superman brought down and dusted off a pair of stools.

"What do you drink?" She asked.

"I normally don't. Bad example for the kids," he said. "But since it's just us—scotch & soda."

The demon nodded, brought out clean glasses, a bottle of Glenallachie, club soda in queer little glass bottles, and hand-chipped some ice. Superman poured as she vaulted over the bar. Raised his glass.

"What are we drinking to?" She asked.

"The Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter," he suggested.

Glass clinked. They sipped. After a quiet moment, Blaze broke the silence.

"Why didn't you offer to marry her?"

Superman took a deep breath, and let it out. Stared into his drink and swirled it a bit.

"I thought about it. Thought about it a lot actually. Where I'm from—I grew up in Kansas—that's what's expected. Find a nice young woman, settle down, have some babies. Coming to Metropolis opened my eyes to...other things."

Blaze nearly choked on her drink.

"You're gay?"

The Man of Steel shook his head. "More like bisexual. Maybe pansexual. I mean we have homosexuals in Kansas. You can't hide much from a young boy that can fly, hear a cow fart from a mile away, and see a couple out at Lover's Lane from across town. Ma had a devil of a time explaining to me why the postman wore lingerie under his uniform, back when my X-ray vision was coming in. But the thing is, once I came to Metropolis I suddenly didn't want to...rush into anything. I needed to find out who I was first."

"Wow," Blaze said. "That's kind of cool actually. Have you ever thought about coming out? I mean, it would mean a lot to people, to see you at a Pride parade."

"I do go to Pride, to show solidarity, but I'm not 'out' yet." He took another sip of his scotch. "I hope, since we're currently at a détente, that I can trust you not to spread that around."

"My lips are sealed," she said. "I may be evil, but I'm not...hell, I'm not even sure if I'm evil anymore. I'm getting married."

"I was surprised at how quickly you agreed to that. In all honesty, I thought it was some kind of trick."

"She has a way of sweeping you up in things," Blaze said. "Honestly, it just started out as a bit of fun—hey, let's see if we can fuck Superman's girlfriend—I didn't really expect anything to go this far. But I...kind of like it? In all my centuries of existence, I've never impregnated anyone before."

"Have you ever been pregnant yourself? I can see that you still have the...equipment."

Blaze shook her head and smiled, wagging a finger. "Now Superman, you shouldn't be looking at that."

"Sorry. Checking for hidden weapons, I promise," he hid his grin as he finished his scotch. This time, Blaze poured.

"So," she said. "You've seen mine. Do you check everybody for hidden weapons?"

Superman licked his lips. "No, not everyone. Lois. You. Batman, once. You know he was actually wearing lead-lined underwear? I knew he was a hardass, but..."

They had a laugh over that.

"So you're bisexual, bicurious, somewhere on the LGBTQ+ specturm," Blaze said. She swirled a finger in her drink. "Have you...done anything? With a man, I mean."

"I haven't done anything with anybody," he confessed. "Toys. Pornography. Research. I always kind of figured...when the time came..."

"So you don't even know if you want to pitch or catch?" Blaze raised an eyebrow.

"Why, are you offering?" Superman said it as a joke...but then the silence stretched out for a moment, and he realized that Blaze was sitting there with her legs wide apart, the outline of her cock visible down her pants leg.

"What if I am?" she said. "After all, I haven't signed Lois Lane's prenup yet. And I owe you something for being such a good sport about this whole thing. So...if you do want to...try something..."

The demonic dickgirl grinned. "I'll be happy to punch your v-card."