Team Knight- Round 1- Fic (Come Play With Me)
Word Count: 1150
Prompt: Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.” - Measure for Measure (Act II, Scene i)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Batman/Joker
Disclaimer: None belong to me, just having fun.
The Joker walked slowly around his cell, inspecting the unbreakable glass in the windows that made up the walls, and touching the seamless entry that slid open and closed like an elevator door. Truly, the Bat had spared no expense in making his new home.
“Why the glass?” He asked aloud. He knew the Bat was watching him, either outside the one-way glass or by surveillance cameras. “Is it so you can watch me...all the time?” he giggled.
He slowly undid his pants, then removed his vest and shirt, hanging them carefully on the chair. He slid his shoes and socks off, then very slowly he pushed his pants down his narrow hips and down his white thighs. He had no underwear on.
Once he was naked he paced the room, inspecting the small table, the t.v., the stereo...then he walked back to the bed and lay back against the pillows. He looked up at the camera and slowly began to run his long fingers up and down his thighs, smiling as his cock stiffened.
“You see what your little cage is doing to me? Just makes me think of you...and me...”
He grinned up at the camera, his hand sliding over his cock, jerking it hard. “Come on, Batsy, don’t you want to come and play? Come and play with me....” he said in a throaty whisper.
In the control room, Batman watched as the Joker fisted himself, teasing, pleading with him to come and play. He wasn’t going to do that. He was so hard that he’d undone his armour, and now his hand was lightly stroking himself, but that much was okay, it’s not like he was in there, touching the Joker’s white skin, gripping his thin hips as he drove himself inside him. Watching as that grinning, garish mouth became an O of pained pleasure; no he was here, watching.
The Joker got up on his knees and reached his hand around, stroking his entrance, tickling it with his fingers. “Look Batsy, it wants you, wants you to tear it open with your thick cock.” He cooed over his shoulder. “Wants you to make it red and sore, and dripping with your seed.”
He giggled. “White bat cum all over my sore, red, hole. Slippery, slimy, bat cum...so I can eat it.” He purred.
He writhed on the bed, whimpering as his fingers breached his tight ass. But it wasn’t enough. It never was. The Joker had fucked himself with a lot of things, nothing was ever the same as when the Batman fucked him. The Bat had a thick club of a cock, and he didn’t believe in foreplay. He would shove it in and fuck until the Joker was lying in a heap, folded like a card table, unable to move.
And the Joker loved it. Craved it.
He looked over his shoulder at the camera. “I know you’re playing with it right now. Wrapping your hand around it, making it hard for me. Wanting to force it inside me. Come and play...Bruce....”
The Batman smiled a bit. The Joker always ended up calling him Bruce. It was more of a Freudian slip, he thought. The Joker wanted him to be Bruce, at times. Especially during sex. Part of him wanted to believe it wasn’t the sick attraction between two adversaries, but the honest attraction of the billionaire playboy for Jack Napier.
Sometimes, not often, but sometimes, Bruce understood it.
His hand was wrapped around his cock, he was still stroking it, imagining himself inside the Joker, taking him hard, the way he loved to. But he’d promised himself after last time. No more. He would hold the Joker here, but no more interactions.
The Joker was getting too close to him, getting to know him too well. And there was a limit to how much the Batman was willing to sink just to satisfy his urges, no matter how good it was.
The Joker was getting desperate. Why didn’t he come? He was aching inside, wanting him to come and fill him. He looked around his room and his eyes lit on a hairbrush the Bat had left for him, probably in the hopes he’d use it on his wild hairdo, which of course, he hadn’t. It had a long, hard, handle though. He grabbed it and laid on his back, pulling his legs up by his shoulders, and slowly took the handle and pushed it inside himself.
“Ungh...” he grunted as he pushed it in and out. His slitted eyes looked up at the camera as he fucked himself. “Please...not enough...”
Batman watched with interest as the Joker kept violating himself with the brush. His cock was twitching now, drooling with pre-cum. He’d brought the Joker to this cage he’d constructed to keep him off the street, to keep the people safe. But he’d never considered how it would affect himself. The danger it would be to him.
He watched as the Joker began begging him, over and over. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...”
Each word was punctuated by his hand driving the brush inside himself.
He was at the door almost without noticing, his uniform lying behind him on the ground. He pulled his cowl off and keyed in the code. The door slid open and he silently slipped in. The Joker didn’t even notice, he was too busy trying to get himself off.
But it wasn’t working and the Joker was almost in tears. “FUCK ME!!!” he screamed at the ceiling.
Batman stepped up and pulled the brush out, dropping it on the floor then dragging him to the edge of the bed and driving his cock deep inside the Joker with one hard thrust. The Joker’s mouth opened as he screamed. “YES....”
His hands came down and rested on the strong hips as the Bat fucked him, hard and fast, pulling all the way out then slamming back in as the hole began to close. The Joker whimpered with joy, feeling his ass stretch to accommodate the Bat’s thick member.
The Bat fucked him for a long time, enjoying the sounds of the Joker’s cries, and then he began to get close, his hand came down and stroked the Joker, once, twice and the Joker came all over his hand, then the Bat began to slam in harder.
“Bruce...” the Joker moaned, feeling the thickness swell even larger.
Bruce pulled out, intending to come on the Joker’s stomach, but the Joker squealed. “NO!!! Inside me....” just as he knew he would.
So he thrust inside as his cock began to spurt and pushed deep, letting the Joker feel his seed filling him.
The Joker reached up, wrapping his thin arms around Bruce’s neck and kissing his cheeks with abandon.
“Bruce...” he cooed happily.
“Jack.” Bruce sighed, shaking his head and wondering if he would do better at staying away next time.
The End
Prompt: Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.” - Measure for Measure (Act II, Scene i)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Batman/Joker
Disclaimer: None belong to me, just having fun.
The Joker walked slowly around his cell, inspecting the unbreakable glass in the windows that made up the walls, and touching the seamless entry that slid open and closed like an elevator door. Truly, the Bat had spared no expense in making his new home.
“Why the glass?” He asked aloud. He knew the Bat was watching him, either outside the one-way glass or by surveillance cameras. “Is it so you can watch me...all the time?” he giggled.
He slowly undid his pants, then removed his vest and shirt, hanging them carefully on the chair. He slid his shoes and socks off, then very slowly he pushed his pants down his narrow hips and down his white thighs. He had no underwear on.
Once he was naked he paced the room, inspecting the small table, the t.v., the stereo...then he walked back to the bed and lay back against the pillows. He looked up at the camera and slowly began to run his long fingers up and down his thighs, smiling as his cock stiffened.
“You see what your little cage is doing to me? Just makes me think of you...and me...”
He grinned up at the camera, his hand sliding over his cock, jerking it hard. “Come on, Batsy, don’t you want to come and play? Come and play with me....” he said in a throaty whisper.
In the control room, Batman watched as the Joker fisted himself, teasing, pleading with him to come and play. He wasn’t going to do that. He was so hard that he’d undone his armour, and now his hand was lightly stroking himself, but that much was okay, it’s not like he was in there, touching the Joker’s white skin, gripping his thin hips as he drove himself inside him. Watching as that grinning, garish mouth became an O of pained pleasure; no he was here, watching.
The Joker got up on his knees and reached his hand around, stroking his entrance, tickling it with his fingers. “Look Batsy, it wants you, wants you to tear it open with your thick cock.” He cooed over his shoulder. “Wants you to make it red and sore, and dripping with your seed.”
He giggled. “White bat cum all over my sore, red, hole. Slippery, slimy, bat cum...so I can eat it.” He purred.
He writhed on the bed, whimpering as his fingers breached his tight ass. But it wasn’t enough. It never was. The Joker had fucked himself with a lot of things, nothing was ever the same as when the Batman fucked him. The Bat had a thick club of a cock, and he didn’t believe in foreplay. He would shove it in and fuck until the Joker was lying in a heap, folded like a card table, unable to move.
And the Joker loved it. Craved it.
He looked over his shoulder at the camera. “I know you’re playing with it right now. Wrapping your hand around it, making it hard for me. Wanting to force it inside me. Come and play...Bruce....”
The Batman smiled a bit. The Joker always ended up calling him Bruce. It was more of a Freudian slip, he thought. The Joker wanted him to be Bruce, at times. Especially during sex. Part of him wanted to believe it wasn’t the sick attraction between two adversaries, but the honest attraction of the billionaire playboy for Jack Napier.
Sometimes, not often, but sometimes, Bruce understood it.
His hand was wrapped around his cock, he was still stroking it, imagining himself inside the Joker, taking him hard, the way he loved to. But he’d promised himself after last time. No more. He would hold the Joker here, but no more interactions.
The Joker was getting too close to him, getting to know him too well. And there was a limit to how much the Batman was willing to sink just to satisfy his urges, no matter how good it was.
The Joker was getting desperate. Why didn’t he come? He was aching inside, wanting him to come and fill him. He looked around his room and his eyes lit on a hairbrush the Bat had left for him, probably in the hopes he’d use it on his wild hairdo, which of course, he hadn’t. It had a long, hard, handle though. He grabbed it and laid on his back, pulling his legs up by his shoulders, and slowly took the handle and pushed it inside himself.
“Ungh...” he grunted as he pushed it in and out. His slitted eyes looked up at the camera as he fucked himself. “Please...not enough...”
Batman watched with interest as the Joker kept violating himself with the brush. His cock was twitching now, drooling with pre-cum. He’d brought the Joker to this cage he’d constructed to keep him off the street, to keep the people safe. But he’d never considered how it would affect himself. The danger it would be to him.
He watched as the Joker began begging him, over and over. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...”
Each word was punctuated by his hand driving the brush inside himself.
He was at the door almost without noticing, his uniform lying behind him on the ground. He pulled his cowl off and keyed in the code. The door slid open and he silently slipped in. The Joker didn’t even notice, he was too busy trying to get himself off.
But it wasn’t working and the Joker was almost in tears. “FUCK ME!!!” he screamed at the ceiling.
Batman stepped up and pulled the brush out, dropping it on the floor then dragging him to the edge of the bed and driving his cock deep inside the Joker with one hard thrust. The Joker’s mouth opened as he screamed. “YES....”
His hands came down and rested on the strong hips as the Bat fucked him, hard and fast, pulling all the way out then slamming back in as the hole began to close. The Joker whimpered with joy, feeling his ass stretch to accommodate the Bat’s thick member.
The Bat fucked him for a long time, enjoying the sounds of the Joker’s cries, and then he began to get close, his hand came down and stroked the Joker, once, twice and the Joker came all over his hand, then the Bat began to slam in harder.
“Bruce...” the Joker moaned, feeling the thickness swell even larger.
Bruce pulled out, intending to come on the Joker’s stomach, but the Joker squealed. “NO!!! Inside me....” just as he knew he would.
So he thrust inside as his cock began to spurt and pushed deep, letting the Joker feel his seed filling him.
The Joker reached up, wrapping his thin arms around Bruce’s neck and kissing his cheeks with abandon.
“Bruce...” he cooed happily.
“Jack.” Bruce sighed, shaking his head and wondering if he would do better at staying away next time.
The End