Team Anarchy - Round 9 - Fiction (Insane Love Series)
Title: Insane Love - part four - but it was the possession...
Author: melissa_ivory
Disclaimer: i do not own, nor am receiving any monetary rewards, for this work. the Batman Fandom is owned and operated by Warner Brothers and DC Comics.
Rating: M or NC-17
Prompt: “Carve your name into my arm.” - Every Me and Every You (Placebo)
Word Count: 689
Warnings: Anal, D/S, Language, M/M, S&M, Violence.
Author’s Note: -Joker's POV.- love at it’s darkest, and seemingly without love at all. this is a tale of rough sex, hard facts, and grappling with strange emotions. Nolanverse.
but it was the possession...
sometimes, in the back of my mind, i wonder who he really is. who is the dark, brooding man in the Kevlar suit. usually when we're together, although sometimes just because he's on my mind, fractured that be. bet, sometimes, he wonders who i was, that little secret no one has ever found out. no one has delved deep enough, no one has really wanted to. i think they are afraid, but maybe they are just lazy.
although they have come close, they haven't yet hit the mark.
a good madman is a dead man. but they don't know that. that's why i am ahead of them, that's why i know where the curve is. i enter, i exit, and i enter again, although the second time around, i'm much different from the first. and the first time, i wasn't very noticeable, i wasn't really seen. that's why it was so easy to come back, different yet the same. cause you can't see the changes in the mind until you see the changes in actions. and you can't see those changes unless you knew the person before the changes.
which is why i'm so lucky.
but it was the possession, not the acting, that really got him hot, hungry. always waiting, too, always ready for the next time. standing on the side, waiting and watching, hoping it comes sooner, faster, than before. the rush of the blade, sweeping, cutting, digging, metaphorically. the thrill, the adrenaline, the head-swimming euphoria that takes me away, then brings me crashing back. the real possession was the kind in the mind, but i thirst for the body's.
begging was usually beneath me, unless i was beneath him.
even handed him a knife once, and then gave him a blow job, hoping it would inspire compliance to my request. just a jagged line, or a simple slice, anything to show me, and only me, his possession on a regular basis. took me a long time before i came to this, months really. finally came to the realisation that i needed a constant reminder of who owned me, heart and soul. at least, who created those in me again. as fractured as i am, i also know myself enough to know i once lost my heart, my soul, and a bit of my mind. this masked man, my Bat, gave me new ones, and in that gave me something to look forward to- him.
demented, i know, but it wouldn't be the first time.
came as a big surprise when he finally did it, marking me, months later, during a coupling i had planned, and we had a proper bed. didn't understand at first why he did it, why he took the only knife i had on me and cut my upper arm, between the shoulder and elbow. almost didn't want to understand as i revelled in the feelings he brought out. he had just given me a rather power orgasm, and since he hadn't finished himself yet, he gave into my insane request and marked me, carved me with his emotions as it were.
then he revealed more to me than ever before.
wasn't expecting the mask to come off, and certainly wasn't expected to find a pretty face underneath, a face i knew. a millionaire's smile, honestly, greeted me right before his lips crashed into mine, and for a moment i was stunned. then i stirred back to life and we fucked again, a new energy in it this time. granted, there wasn't much blood from the mark, and it healed nicely, but i can still see that mark sometimes. it was deep, but i suppose the sex caused my blood to be elsewhere, so that cut didn't have much to squeeze out. also kind of glad no one asks about it, because i would hate to have to answer, and i would answer honestly too. can't help it really, i'm not ashamed of it.
and now, every so often, i get to see that face again, and i get to have the pleasure of knowing that my Bat is more than he seems.
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hope this new chapter is liked, i know it's a bit strange in it's delivery. i'm also hoping this gets noted as a chaptered story now, titled properly. i've even taken the steps and updated the other three chapters to reflect the new series title.
Author: melissa_ivory
Disclaimer: i do not own, nor am receiving any monetary rewards, for this work. the Batman Fandom is owned and operated by Warner Brothers and DC Comics.
Rating: M or NC-17
Prompt: “Carve your name into my arm.” - Every Me and Every You (Placebo)
Word Count: 689
Warnings: Anal, D/S, Language, M/M, S&M, Violence.
Author’s Note: -Joker's POV.- love at it’s darkest, and seemingly without love at all. this is a tale of rough sex, hard facts, and grappling with strange emotions. Nolanverse.
but it was the possession...
sometimes, in the back of my mind, i wonder who he really is. who is the dark, brooding man in the Kevlar suit. usually when we're together, although sometimes just because he's on my mind, fractured that be. bet, sometimes, he wonders who i was, that little secret no one has ever found out. no one has delved deep enough, no one has really wanted to. i think they are afraid, but maybe they are just lazy.
although they have come close, they haven't yet hit the mark.
a good madman is a dead man. but they don't know that. that's why i am ahead of them, that's why i know where the curve is. i enter, i exit, and i enter again, although the second time around, i'm much different from the first. and the first time, i wasn't very noticeable, i wasn't really seen. that's why it was so easy to come back, different yet the same. cause you can't see the changes in the mind until you see the changes in actions. and you can't see those changes unless you knew the person before the changes.
which is why i'm so lucky.
but it was the possession, not the acting, that really got him hot, hungry. always waiting, too, always ready for the next time. standing on the side, waiting and watching, hoping it comes sooner, faster, than before. the rush of the blade, sweeping, cutting, digging, metaphorically. the thrill, the adrenaline, the head-swimming euphoria that takes me away, then brings me crashing back. the real possession was the kind in the mind, but i thirst for the body's.
begging was usually beneath me, unless i was beneath him.
even handed him a knife once, and then gave him a blow job, hoping it would inspire compliance to my request. just a jagged line, or a simple slice, anything to show me, and only me, his possession on a regular basis. took me a long time before i came to this, months really. finally came to the realisation that i needed a constant reminder of who owned me, heart and soul. at least, who created those in me again. as fractured as i am, i also know myself enough to know i once lost my heart, my soul, and a bit of my mind. this masked man, my Bat, gave me new ones, and in that gave me something to look forward to- him.
demented, i know, but it wouldn't be the first time.
came as a big surprise when he finally did it, marking me, months later, during a coupling i had planned, and we had a proper bed. didn't understand at first why he did it, why he took the only knife i had on me and cut my upper arm, between the shoulder and elbow. almost didn't want to understand as i revelled in the feelings he brought out. he had just given me a rather power orgasm, and since he hadn't finished himself yet, he gave into my insane request and marked me, carved me with his emotions as it were.
then he revealed more to me than ever before.
wasn't expecting the mask to come off, and certainly wasn't expected to find a pretty face underneath, a face i knew. a millionaire's smile, honestly, greeted me right before his lips crashed into mine, and for a moment i was stunned. then i stirred back to life and we fucked again, a new energy in it this time. granted, there wasn't much blood from the mark, and it healed nicely, but i can still see that mark sometimes. it was deep, but i suppose the sex caused my blood to be elsewhere, so that cut didn't have much to squeeze out. also kind of glad no one asks about it, because i would hate to have to answer, and i would answer honestly too. can't help it really, i'm not ashamed of it.
and now, every so often, i get to see that face again, and i get to have the pleasure of knowing that my Bat is more than he seems.
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hope this new chapter is liked, i know it's a bit strange in it's delivery. i'm also hoping this gets noted as a chaptered story now, titled properly. i've even taken the steps and updated the other three chapters to reflect the new series title.