Batman Kink Meme
THE BATMAN KINK MEME
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nanakibh here~! For those of you who don't know what these are, allow me to explain. It's a place where you can request fics anonymously and have your deepest, darkest desires be fulfilled. Anon A requests and Anon B writes for the prompt. Easy as that.
★ Request anonymously. Or not. It's really up to you, I suppose.
★ Clearly state ( Read more... )
He turned on a heel and yelled down to his frustrated companion, “Jonathan! I’ve found the perfect place for us to have a nice cup of tea! Come up and we will make this our stay for tonight!” He smiled and added, “Oh, and bring up a chess board while you’re down there! Might as well indulge in a game, eh?”
Crane looked around himself and yelled back sarcastically, “No, you think we should? We might run out of wonderful fun if we start now, and I’m not sure we have enough games to play-“
Crane stopped his cynical outburst the moment he realized Tetch had returned to the room, not hearing anything he said in the slightest.
“Pat-a-cake, Pat-a-cake, baker’s man…” recited Jonathan under his breath.
He could feel his own mind beginning to take on another persona. He shook his head immediately and cleared his thoughts. Concentrating on the mindless whistling and humming emitted from Tetch in the room above, he dug through a stacked pile of dusty board games until he found a relatively, well conditioned chess box. He blew on the top, rustling the dust particles from their resting place, and nestled it under his arm. He took one more glance around the factory turned shack and started towards the staircase. In a few long strides he reached the second level of the building and came to the opened door of the employee’s only quarters.
As Jonathan stepped in he witnessed the Hatter perched on a stool ladder leaning over a banged up tea kettle. The kettle was placed upon the lounge stove and was filled with water, which Jervis had apparently gotten from the still working faucet next to the fridge. The fridge had lost its bottom door panel, its hinges rusted and worn, and it was completely empty. Two ragged couches sat opposite of one another on the far side of the room, complete with a small stand on which a television had been smashed. Still, this area of the rundown edifice was far more livable then the rest of its rooms had appeared, and for that Jonathan’s mood lightened a nuance. As Crane moved towards the medium sized table in the center of the room he noticed Jervis pull out two kinds of tea boxes from the cabinet above the stove. Jervis set them down upon the counter between the stove and the sink.
He then leered over his shoulder at Jonathan and asked, “What kind would you like, my friend, Chamomile or English Breakfast?”
“English Breakfast.” said Jonathan indifferently.
Frankly, it didn’t matter what kind of tea he had so long as he had some. Tetch was a finicky person, and if Crane reconsidered his offer of tea time he might just jump off the deep end entirely. Jonathan didn’t want that. He wanted Tetch to remain as sane and stable as his crazed little mind would allow, if only for a few days. Jervis was a bit unnerving when he didn’t get his way; even Crane had to acknowledge that.
“You know…” said Jervis in a conversational tone while pouring the now boiled water into the cleanest cups he could find, “Carroll’s Through the Looking Glass is based very loosely on a game of chess. The first book, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, has a deck of cards as the theme but Through the Looking Glass actually has Alice placed as a pawn in the story. Isn’t that so very interesting, Jonathan?”
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Tetch had now placed the two filled mugs of tea on the table and slid one towards Jonathan. He smiled that damned smile again and shifted back to the nearest seat, sitting down with a jovial flop. Fortunately, everything inside the room was still fairly intact, so the two sat in silence while sipping their tea (with no cream to Jervis’ dismay) and relaxed in an atmosphere mildly resembling normalcy.
After another moment Jervis decided to break the silence, “How about we commence that lovely game of chess, Jonathan?”
Still sipping his tea, Jonathan peered over his mug and slightly nodded, internally wondering how the hell Tetch had found a kettle, cups, and tea in this abandoned shit-hole. Jervis beamed and opened the chess box laid in front of them. He took the board, unfolding it between himself and Jonathan, and then began gathering the plastic pieces; white on his side, black on Jonathan’s. He finished putting the last pawn in place and cast his gaze onto his only friend whom was still sipping his tea lightly. Crane set the cup down next to the board and met Tetch’s eyes for the first time since they had arrived.
“White first.” stated Jonathan tentatively with a raised brow.
Jervis moved his initial piece. Jonathan did the same at his turn, casting his sight to anything but Tetch’s eyes.
“What say we make this a little more interesting, eh Jonathan? Winner has the pleasure of deciding what to play next. How about that? It will make the game more entertaining.” Jervis proposed with merriment as he moved his pawn.
“Whatever.” Replied Jonathan, taking his next turn.
And so they continued, taking up at least forty-five minutes of their time when at last the game was nearing its end. Jervis had Jonathan’s king trapped in a corner, and Jonathan’s queen had already been captured. It was Jervis’s turn next and he moved his rook in for the kill, smiling up at Jonathan.
“Check mate, dear friend.” He breathed in confidence.
“Well, what do you know?” Crane yawned while stretching his arms far behind his head, back arched, “You win.”
Crane was far from impressed, having not cared who won from the start. The only set back of Jervis winning was the fact that it was his choice what to play next. Jonathan cracked his neck to one side, wishing he could snuggle up with a good book, while waiting for Jervis to decide.
“I suppose you’ll want to play Candy Land next?” spat Crane in mock excitement.
“Actually…” whispered Jervis, maneuvering his hand to lie atop Jonathans, “I was thinking… we could indulge in a little ‘pat-a-cake’…” He emphasized his point by rubbing small circles into the muscle between Jonathan’s forefinger and thumb.
Crane was floored. He gawked wide eyed at the man with the Cheshire cat grin who occupied the seat diagonal to him. His mouth was agape, and he was speechless, his expression looking both comical and endearing at once.
“Um, uh… wel- tha-, it- I mean… wh- What exactly are you proposing, Tetch?” sputtered Jonathan, sounding more like a fool then he wished.
“Oh come now, Jonathan, you know I’m as hopeless as a Jubjub. You can’t possibly be that clueless.” Tetch said, referring to Carroll once again. “And I won, so it is my choice, agreed?”
“…” Crane was once again speechless. He quickly snatched his hand out from under Jervis’s and gave him a bewildered look. He shook his head slightly, tearing his sight away from Jervis’s to eye the remaining pieces on the checkered board.
“Jonathan, that’s not fair, we made a deal, and it’s simply not right to evade a fellows winning request. I mean, what are you…” Tetch grinned deviously, “afraid?”
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“Are you fearful, Jonathan? Why… are you frightened?” Tetch continued his goading, drawing forth more harsh looks from Crane. “I certainly can understand, we’re all scared of differen-“ Jervis ceased his taunting instantaneously as Crane shot forward and seized the off blue collar of his issued asylum ensemble. Furry stuck to Crane’s features and he met Tetch’s eyes once again, but this time without apprehension.
“I am not frightened.” He breathed, intensity entwined in his voice.
“Then let your need guide your behavior, suppress your instinct to lead, pursue rabbit.” Retorted Jervis, grin growing more wicked as he spoke.
That was all it took for Crane to slam him down atop the chess board, the abiding pieces and tea mugs flying from the table and spinning onto the tile floor. Crane was pissed, shoving Jervis downward with clenched fists still entangled in the shirt collar, his face inches away. Jervis bent upwards and pushed his lips to meet Jonathan’s. He bit onto Jonathan’s lower lip and continued to roughly mesh them together while running his hands over the fabric of Crane’s matching shirt. He lifted the shirt after reaching the bottom seam and placed his hands franticly over Jonathan’s lean upper torso. Jonathan inhaled sharply, tearing his lips away from Jervis’s and grabbed the man’s refined hands in his own, forcing them above his blonde head. Crane panted, trying to keep his cool while Jervis smirked below him, softly rubbing his fingers against Jonathans grip.
“You’re mad!” screeched Jonathan, losing his grip not only on Jervis, but also the small amount of sanity that kept him from himself.
The Hatter peered up at Jonathan with concern, the corners of his mouth imitating the ghost of a smile, and declared tenderly, “We’re all mad here.”
Crane’s mind made a violent switch as he bent forward and delivered a bruising kiss, it turning somewhat gentle as Jervis’s tongue slid from out his mouth to press against the recipients’ closed lips. Jonathan hesitantly opened his mouth, shutting his eyes tight when he felt Jervis’s tongue brush inside. Crane suppressed his urge to run, to hide, to bash Tetch over the head with the nearby fallen mug, and tried to kiss back. Why be afraid? What the hell was wrong with him? He had no fear. None. He was not going to back down to some fool’s dare, especially not from Tetch.
The kiss escalated, their tongues colliding together sloppily as Jervis clung to Jonathan’s asylum shirt. Jervis was the next to break the kiss, trying to catch his breath while he tugged at the material. Jonathan arched up and in one swoop relieved himself of the cloth. Jervis did the same and again began his frantic roam of the taller man’s torso, eliciting shaky breaths from Crane as he delicately ran his thumbs over the man’s nipples. Jonathan then caught Tetch in another harsh kiss, snaking his own hands down Jervis’s sides. He kept his eyes closed so as not to see Jervis, but opened them again when he heard the blonde man faintly groan. Jervis was watching him, raw need and lust distinct in his eyes.
“Jonathan… wonderland is near… it’s- It’s down… the rabbit hole… Jonathan.” He whispered between each forceful kiss.
Crane pulled away, tilted his head askew, and simply replied, “Jonathan isssn’t here right now…”
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He met Jervis square in the face and gnarled, “You’re not going to like pat-a-cake when I’m through.”
Jervis’s face clenched with the pressure of Crane’s cock burying itself inside him. He stiffened, trying to relax into the strain, but did not have time to recover. Jonathan kept forcing himself steadily inside and Jervis whimpered in pain, his arms pinned by Crane’s torso. Crane let the side of his head rest between the left crook of Tetch’s neck and shoulder and felt the man writhe in discomfort beneath his frame. Soft pants and gasps escaped from Jervis and he tried to wrap his legs around Jonathan’s lithe waist. Crane suddenly clenched Jervis’s thighs and fastened his legs apart with talon like nails, brutally biting into the receptive flesh of Jervis’s neck. Tetch yelped in pain and tried to wriggle himself away from Crane’s surprisingly sharp incisors.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son… The jaws that bite, the claws that caAAAATCH!” shrilled Jervis as Jonathan gave a particularly forceful thrust, grinding himself in circles to further his entrance.
Crane’s penis was little more than halfway inside Tetch’s body when he began to recede back. Jervis made a slight sigh of relief. At the sound Crane growled and shoved his cock back inside making the man below cry out briefly before biting his lower lip to silence himself. Jonathan was beginning to find a rhythm after the first, uncomfortably, tight thrusts and Jervis began to move in unison with him. Both found themselves panting and Tetch started to purse his lips against the joint end of Jonathan’s jaw; squirming a hand free and weaving it through Crane’s hair as well. He moaned as Jonathan thrust a bit faster, feeling far more at ease then previously.
Jonathan took his right hand from Tetch’s thigh and effortlessly covered the blonde’s mouth. He closed his eyes like he had before and lifted himself an inch above Jervis’s mouth, touching his forehead to his hand that laid there. He wanted to smack Tetch for enjoying himself, but found he was too busy indulging in his own enjoyment. Muffled words came from underneath Crane’s hand as he kept his steady rhythm, also noting how Tetch’s heartbeat matched his thrusts. He lifted his forehead and removed his hand from Tetch’s mouth to fondle the man’s jaw.
“Wonderland… I’m almost there, ahh… wonderland…” Jervis chanted quietly, his eyes shut.
Crane gripped the jaw his hand had been caressing and pressed his lips softly to his companion’s. As Jervis came his own orgasm reached its peak when he felt the man spasm beneath him. He mouthed the Hatter’s name silently. Crane collapsed upon Tetch, legs slumping as gave out.
Jervis sighed and said dreamily, “I was there… my god… wonderland…”
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“Are you just going to lay there? Get up.” sneered Jonathan, throwing his dirty shirt at Jervis.
Jervis sat forward placing his outstretched arms behind him for support, his legs dangling off the side of the table. He appeared listless, eyes half lidded and smile clearly evident. Crane’s eyes narrowed and he grabbed his pants.
He quickly pulled them on and said, “I’ll need to get more clothing.”
“Where… where is your scarecrow outfit?” asked Jervis, still somewhat dazed.
“None of your damn business.” Crane replied, reverting back to his hard exterior.
He glanced at Tetch, who was cleaning himself off, and skulked out of the employee’s lounge. He went to the side of the staircase and leaned forward onto his forearms, gripping a hand in his hair. He looked down at all the abandoned junk below and wanted to wretch. He was a fool.
“I suppose you’ll want to stay, Jonathan? You simply can’t leave now that we’ve found wonderland together.” Jervis hollered from inside the room, his voice the same tone as it was before their intimacy.
Crane didn’t comply, still feeling sick. His mind had switched from the fearless Scarecrow back to the timid, hopeless, bookworm he knew he was. He swallowed hard and came to another realization. There had been no silly costume, no micro-technology, no electronic headband placed within the confines of his hat. Just him; short, annoying, light haired Jervis Tetch. It was not the Hatter, it was him. He always got what he wanted, always in control. Crane felt himself beginning to vomit.
“Tea is on the stove, Jonathan!”
-Fin (hope you like)
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I dont know why so few people do this pairing cause to me it always seemed just perfect and you write it just perfectly =)
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