That's It: Chapter 3
Hiya everyone. Here's chapter 3 of That's It. Hope you guys like it.
Title: That’s It: Chapter 3
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Batman/Joker
Disclaimer: I don’t own Batman or Joker =(
Warnings: Sex!
Chapter 1 --> http://community.livejournal.com/batmanjoker/114903.html#cutid1
Chapter 2 --> http://community.livejournal.com/batmanjoker/244622.html#cutid2
To say that the Joker was angry would be the understatement of the year, possibly the century. Escaping the handcuffs and getting out of the warehouse before the police had shown up had been easy. He had returned to his hideout muttering curses and with the urge to kill someone which had been quenched slightly when some idiot street punk had thought it would be a good idea to try to mug him. Joker had felt slightly better after ripping him apart and had continued on but the moment he had moved over the threshold into his apartment he had thrown anything that he could get his hands on across the room in a fit of rage, screaming the whole time.
Now he was just standing in the middle of a room with walls that looked like pincushions for knives and pieces of furniture and still cursing the Bat under his breath. Batman had been fucking playing with him since that first night, teasing and tormenting him. He was going to pay for that.
~~~
The next time they met was at some fundraiser. Joker wanted to lure Batman out and holding the rich citizens of Gotham hostage would definitely bring the Dark Knight to the rescue. Thankfully for the hostages Batman arrived before the Joker decided to kill any of them since he was still very pissed off and was beginning to toy with the idea of cutting all of them into very small pieces.
Batman came crashing through the window near the exit, taking out the clowns that were guarding it, before moving towards the harlequin.
“Ah Batsy, you made it, I’m so thrilled” Joker growled out while signalling his henchmen to attack.
The clowns didn’t prove to be much trouble and throughout the fight Batman kept the Joker in his line of sight. The harlequin was circling the fight like a shark, eyes constantly on the Dark Knight, his posture more hunched over than usual, his hands clenched tightly, and his body language conveying the rage that was simmering just under the surface.
As Batman took the last clown down he just had enough time to notice that all of the hostages had escaped before the Joker smashed a chair over him. Thankfully the armour took most of the force of the blow but it still caused him to stumble and before he had time to recover Joker had discarded the chair and had lunged at him, kicking, screaming and punching.
Batman managed to grab hold of the enraged clown’s arms before sweeping his feet out from under him and taking them both down to the floor. Straddling the Joker’s hips he pinned his hands above his head and looked down into green eyes that were blazing with rage.
Joker stopped struggling once he realised that he couldn’t get the Bat off of him and glaring up at his tormentor he spat out “Bastard. You’ve been leading me on all this time”
Batman watched him for a moment “I thought you liked playing games? Or is it only when you’re in control?”
Joker growled under his breath “Bastard.”
“Thought so” Batman smirked “Meet me tomorrow night at this address” he said as he slid a piece of paper into the Joker’s hand.
Joker just glared at him suspiciously “Why should I? How do I know this isn’t just another trick?”
Batman moved his face closer to the clown’s, stopping just out of range if the man decided to attack “You don’t, that’s the point, you have to choose.” With that Batman got off the Joker and disappeared out the way he had entered, leaving a still irritated and now slightly baffled clown to make his escape.
~~~
As the sun started to set the next day Joker moved from the alley wall that he had been leaning against. Batsy had given him the address of an apartment in the Narrows and he had been watching the building impatiently, waiting for night to fall.
He’d only had to consider the situation briefly before deciding that he would go to the apartment that night. Batman had managed to make him curious and if there was any chance of being with his Batsy then he was going to take it. After all if it was a trap then escaping from the police and Arkham was quite easy and if it wasn’t then it might turn out to be a very interesting night. He was still angry at the vigilante but he was hoping that the other man would make it up to him, though he was going to have to teach the Bat a lesson about playing games with him.
He hadn’t seen any evidence of a trap and no sign of any police while he had waited so he headed into the building, eager to find his Batsy. As he headed down graffiti covered hallways he passed some doors that stood ajar, revealing behind them apartments with no signs of use other than a few condoms and needles scattered on the floor. He stopped beside the door of the room that Batman had said to meet him at but he couldn’t hear anything on the other side so he kicked the door hard above the lock and strode into the room, a knife at the ready just in case there were any unwelcome guests.
The room was dark, shadows stretching across the floor. It was cleaner than the rooms next door, showing signs of having been used only for sleeping rather than any illegal activities. The apartment was small, a table with a couple of chairs near the window, a bed in one corner of the room and a small kitchen area in the other corner. There was one door, other than the entrance, which led to the bathroom and that was it. No pictures and no other furnishings. Joker moved over to the window. There was a fire escape just outside so at least there was another way of getting out of this room if he needed to quickly.
Batman wasn’t here yet so he would have to wait. Choosing a shadowed corner which gave him a view of both the entrance door and the window Joker settled down to await his Dark Knight.
~~~
Batman headed towards the apartment that he was going to meet the Joker at. His body tingling with anticipation at what was to come. He felt that he might have tormented the clown enough for the moment as the man had seemed very pissed off the last time he had seen him. Bruce winced slightly, remembering the chair crashing over his back; yeah the clown had definitely seemed pissed. He had to admit though, he had enjoyed tormenting the Joker but now what he really wanted was to fuck the man again. He could feel his loins stirring at the thought of the Joker moaning and writhing beneath him. The clown would probably turn up, after all he didn’t seem to be the type to back away from a challenge and he wasn’t likely to pass up a chance of getting some attention from Batman.
He landed lightly on the fire escape and carefully peered through the window, he had to be wary just in case the Joker had decided to pay him back and set a trap for him. The room was dark, shadows cloaking everything inside so Bruce turned on the night vision that he had Fox install in his cowl. The details of the room lit up in green and there crouched in a corner of the room was the Joker. The clown’s eyes were fixed on him, so much for taking him by surprise!
Keeping his eyes on the Joker Batman opened the window and entered the room, sliding the window closed again once he was inside. The Joker hadn’t moved, he had just gazed steadily at the Batman but once the vigilante started to move towards him he rose from his crouch, his joints clicking from being held in one position for so long and a knife glinting in the hand at his side.
“So what game are ya going to play tonight?” Joker growled, his tone implying that if Batman was going to just tease him again then he was going to be sorry.
The Dark Knight didn’t reply, he reached the clown in a few strides and then he was pushing the other man up against the wall, one hand tangling in his hair and crushing his lips to the Joker’s, kissing the other man passionately, his tongue quickly gaining entrance to that ruined mouth, tasting and touching.
Joker had squeaked slightly in surprise when Batman had grabbed hold of him and kissed him hard. Growling slightly he quickly responded with just as much passion and need, letting his frustration at being denied for so long into that kiss, winding his arms around the Bats’ neck and pressing his body as close as possible to the vigilante’s. The knife dropped from his suddenly nerveless fingers, thoughts of revenge fading for the moment. This was what he wanted, what he had been waiting for and what Batsy had been denying him. He could feel some of his anger and frustration dissipating but Batman was going to have to do a lot more before he was forgiven completely.
Eventually they broke the kiss, though their bodies remained pressed against each other. Bruce gazed down into the Joker’s eyes, he hadn’t expected the clown to kiss him back with such ferocity and hunger, at least now he knew that the man still wanted this. Joker’s voice brought him out of his thoughts “Why a room? An alleyway not good enough for ya?”
Bruce’s free hand slipped around the clown’s waist, drawing their bodies even tighter together “So that we wouldn’t be interrupted and so that I could take my time.”
Joker shivered slightly in anticipation at the promise in those words of things to come.
Batman’s lips met his in another kiss, while his hands travelled over the clown’s body, feeling the slim figure before moving to push the coat off his shoulders and then moving on to attack the vest and shirt. Joker’s hands weren’t idle either, they were eagerly travelling over Batman’s armour, the dextrous fingers finding the catches in the plating and removing as much as he possibly could. He was trying to decide how to remove the bodysuit that was underneath when he felt the back of his legs collide with the bed. Batman had managed to manoeuvre them over to it while he had been intent on getting the Bats’ armour off. The vigilante pushed him onto the bed before following and pinning him down.
Bruce trailed his fingertips slowly over the Joker’s scarred body, down his chest and across a flat stomach, feeling the man arch into his touches, moaning slightly. He was enjoying being able to see and to take his time just feeling the clown’s body. He had got an idea of the man’s build whenever they fought and of course that night in the alleyway, and now he could see it properly without the layers of clothing in the way, except for the trousers which was something he was going to deal with in a moment.
Joker’s body was tingling wherever the Bats’ fingers touched and they were slowly, agonisingly making their way down towards his trousers. He had tried arching into those hands to get more pressure and to try to get the Bat to move them faster towards the area where he really wanted them but the vigilante would just stop his ministrations and push him back onto the bed before he resumed dragging his fingers down towards the purple waistband. Joker whimpered in frustration when those tormenting hands stopped and settled on his hips, pinning them to the bed.
Batman leaned down towards him “How much do you want this?”
Joker giggled slightly “You still want to play games Batsy?”
“How much do you want this?” Batman repeated and this time he gently stroked his fingers over the front of the clown’s trousers, feeling his arousal. Joker just moaned softly and tried to push his hips further into the Kevlar clad hand.
Bruce could feel a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. The Joker obviously wanted this but he still wanted to hear it from the clown’s scarred lips. “Beg for it” he commanded as he flexed his fingers and added slightly more pressure to Joker’s arousal.
Joker growled low in his throat, he was still annoyed at Batsy and he definitely didn’t feel like begging but all defiant thoughts fled his mind when Bats’ hand grabbed him through the fabric. He moaned incoherently, fingers digging into the bed and his back arching as the Kevlar clad fingers massaged him.
Bruce watched as the green eyes flickered closed and the lithe body beneath him writhed upwards. The clown still hadn’t answered him. Releasing a sigh he stopped his ministrations “Well if you don’t want this…” he started to get up, watching as jade eyes snapped open, a slightly desperate “NO!” coming from red painted lips and skinny but surprisingly strong limbs wrapping around him, clinging to him tightly. He felt a hint of satisfaction, Joker definitely wanted this and he was in control.
Usually Bruce felt that the Joker was just toying with him, he was always chasing the clown and he never felt completely in control of the situation. Even when captured the harlequin didn’t seem bothered by it, usually laughing and taunting him and then escaping Arkham again almost as soon as his back was turned. But this time Batman was in control of the situation and he was enjoying it.
He pushed Joker back down onto the bed and leaned down until he was face to face with the clown “Beg for it.” He trailed his hand down to the clown’s hip and used his thumb to slowly massage the flesh there as he saw a flash of defiance and anger in those green eyes “Do you want this or not?” To emphasize the question he ground his hips into the Joker’s, feeling his arousal even through the armour. The clown was so hard, they both were and all he wanted to do was fuck him into the bed but he had to be patient. He watched as the defiance and anger in the green eyes gave way to lust and pleasure. Bruce ground his hips into the Joker again and then stopped which produced a small whimper from the man beneath him and a “Please, don’t stop.”
Dammit, he hadn’t meant to say that, it had just kinda slipped out when Batsy had threatened to stop again. His eyes snapped open when he heard a low chuckle and “That wasn’t so hard was it?” Bats was smirking victoriously at him and before he could answer the vigilante’s lips were crushed against his, his tongue delving into his mouth, passionate and dominating even as the Dark Knight’s fingers were undoing his belt and unzipping his trousers before a hand slipped inside and grasped his erection. He gasped at the sudden sensation of Kevlar on his heated skin and then it was gone as Batman pulled away from him and off the bed, tugging his trousers off as he went. In moments he was completely naked before the Bat whose eyes were roaming over his body before he started to strip off the rest of his armour and the bodysuit underneath it except for the cowl. He sat up and watched hungrily as naked flesh was slowly revealed bit by bit. His eyes roamed over Bats’ body appreciatively, gaze lingering on the scars on his body and his fingers itching to reach out and touch that muscular form.
“Ohh! You’re spoiling me Bats. First a room all to ourselves and now you’re giving me a strip show. Do ya usually treat yer dates like this?” The only response he got was Batman pinning him back onto the bed, ungloved hands trailing over his body, exploring it now that there were no barriers, his mouth biting and nipping at his pale skin. Joker’s hands weren’t idle either, busy tracing the muscle contours and scars that he could reach. He tried to wriggle to get some leverage so that he could reverse his and Bats’ positions but that earned a growl and a harder bite. With a gasp he arched into the hard body above him “I know ya like to be dominant but can I be on top?”
“No”
“I’m not the only one who likes to be in control then?” he giggled but didn’t press the issue for the moment, he was enjoying the attention he was getting and didn’t really want to give the vigilante a reason to leave him tied up again. All thoughts fled his mind though when one of Batman’s hands wrapped around his cock and gave it a firm stroke.
Batman almost smiled as the giggling broke off suddenly, changing into a moan, the green eyes rolling up. The clown hadn’t seemed to realise where his hand was going and he had managed to surprise him.
Sitting back up Bruce reached behind him to where he had left his utility belt. Joker propped himself up on his elbows and was watching him warily, probably expecting to be tied up again, but when he pulled out a small tube he saw a gleam of excitement in the clown’s eyes and the red lips drew back in a grin “Well you just have everything in that belt of yours don’t ya?”
Bruce didn’t reply, instead he moved between the clown’s legs, applying some lube to his fingers before running his hands up the Joker’s thighs, firmly pushing them apart slightly more. All the while those jade eyes watched him, a tongue flicking out every now and then to lick at ruby lips. The clown’s breathing was slightly heavier than normal and the moment Bruce’s hand closed over his arousal the breath hitched in his throat, his eyes closing in pleasure. Bruce’s other hand meanwhile moved underneath and without warning he slipped a slicked finger into the Joker’s entrance.
Joker’s eyes snapped open and he squeaked in surprise when he felt the finger enter him “Ya could have given me some warning Ba…ngh!” he broke off in a moan, Batsy had found his prostate. “… don’t have…prepare me Bats” His eyes fluttered closed as another finger was added, both of them continuing to push against his sweet spot. Bats’ other hand was slowly stroking his cock, rubbing his thumb teasingly over the tip and as a third finger was added he let out a low moan, head lolling backwards. The sensations were overwhelming and Batsy wasn’t even fucking him yet. “Please…Bats” he managed to gasp out between moans.
Those two words and the way they had been said, that was what Bruce wanted, Joker was begging for him without being prompted and it was fucking hot. Bruce was really hard now; watching the clown’s reactions while he had been fingering him had resulted in him getting even harder and it had nearly caused him to forget about preparing the man and just fuck him, but his patience was being rewarded. Taking his hand away from Joker’s arousal he picked up the lube and squeezed some out onto his own throbbing cock. Removing his fingers from the clown he moved the dripping tip to Joker’s entrance and paused, waiting. Hazy green eyes clouded with lust and need opened to gaze longingly up at him and with that Bruce slammed his engorged length into the clown, hitting the prostate square on as the Joker’s body enclosed him completely. Blood red lips opened in a breathless cry and hands clutched desperately at the bed sheets. He paused for a moment to allow Joker to adjust and then he started to thrust into him, the man moaning and writhing beneath him.
With a huge effort Bruce managed to slow down so that each thrust was agonisingly slow. Joker was whimpering, bucking his hips with each thrust, trying to get more friction. Bruce wrapped his hand round the Joker’s arousal and swirled a thumb over the tip before running it over the leaking slit. “Bats!” A desperate cry, a plea for release came from the clown’s lips and with that Bruce’s restraint broke.
This was torture. He would laugh at the situation but he couldn’t seem to get enough air into his lungs to do much more than moan. He had cried out and the response from Batman was immediate. The thrusting got faster and harder, the hand on his cock keeping pace as wave upon wave of pleasure swept through his body. Joker managed to wrap his slender legs around the Dark Knight’s waist, changing the angle of his hips to allow Batsy to plunge deeper into him. Twining his arms around Bats’ neck, he clung to him desperately as each thrust brought him closer to the brink.
The clown was gasping now, half-formed words coming from his lips. He was close, Bruce could feel it in the body that was wrapped tightly around him, feeling the tremors that were running through Joker as he continued to thrust deeply into him, burying himself to the hilt each time. He lowered his head towards the clown’s shoulder and bit down.
Joker screamed out as he came, spilling himself into Batman’s hand, his body arching and tensing, his muscles clenching around the Bats’ cock, coaxing him to orgasm, feeling that hot essence spurting into him, filling him to the brim.
All energy spent in that explosive release Joker went limp, falling back onto the bed. Batman collapsed onto the bed next to the clown, he was tired but he could already feel his body starting to recover. Green eyes had opened and were watching him, a tired but satisfied look on the man’s face.
“So what do ya wanna do now?” Joker asked.
Batman moved so that he was on top of the clown, using his hands to pin Joker’s wrists above his head.
He looked thoughtful for a moment. “First I’m going to tie you up”,
“Ohhh! Bondage, so kinky Bats!”
“And then I’m going to take you back to Arkham.”
Batman watched as Joker’s smile faded, replaced by a look of anger. He pinned him down more firmly when the clown started to struggle against him, trying to escape. However, Joker didn’t have enough energy to continue struggling for to long and so he settled for just glaring daggers at the man above him.
Batman smirked, leaning down so that his breath ghosted over the harlequin’s lips. “Just joking” and before Joker could respond Batman kissed him.
Title: That’s It: Chapter 3
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Batman/Joker
Disclaimer: I don’t own Batman or Joker =(
Warnings: Sex!
Chapter 1 --> http://community.livejournal.com/batmanjoker/114903.html#cutid1
Chapter 2 --> http://community.livejournal.com/batmanjoker/244622.html#cutid2
To say that the Joker was angry would be the understatement of the year, possibly the century. Escaping the handcuffs and getting out of the warehouse before the police had shown up had been easy. He had returned to his hideout muttering curses and with the urge to kill someone which had been quenched slightly when some idiot street punk had thought it would be a good idea to try to mug him. Joker had felt slightly better after ripping him apart and had continued on but the moment he had moved over the threshold into his apartment he had thrown anything that he could get his hands on across the room in a fit of rage, screaming the whole time.
Now he was just standing in the middle of a room with walls that looked like pincushions for knives and pieces of furniture and still cursing the Bat under his breath. Batman had been fucking playing with him since that first night, teasing and tormenting him. He was going to pay for that.
~~~
The next time they met was at some fundraiser. Joker wanted to lure Batman out and holding the rich citizens of Gotham hostage would definitely bring the Dark Knight to the rescue. Thankfully for the hostages Batman arrived before the Joker decided to kill any of them since he was still very pissed off and was beginning to toy with the idea of cutting all of them into very small pieces.
Batman came crashing through the window near the exit, taking out the clowns that were guarding it, before moving towards the harlequin.
“Ah Batsy, you made it, I’m so thrilled” Joker growled out while signalling his henchmen to attack.
The clowns didn’t prove to be much trouble and throughout the fight Batman kept the Joker in his line of sight. The harlequin was circling the fight like a shark, eyes constantly on the Dark Knight, his posture more hunched over than usual, his hands clenched tightly, and his body language conveying the rage that was simmering just under the surface.
As Batman took the last clown down he just had enough time to notice that all of the hostages had escaped before the Joker smashed a chair over him. Thankfully the armour took most of the force of the blow but it still caused him to stumble and before he had time to recover Joker had discarded the chair and had lunged at him, kicking, screaming and punching.
Batman managed to grab hold of the enraged clown’s arms before sweeping his feet out from under him and taking them both down to the floor. Straddling the Joker’s hips he pinned his hands above his head and looked down into green eyes that were blazing with rage.
Joker stopped struggling once he realised that he couldn’t get the Bat off of him and glaring up at his tormentor he spat out “Bastard. You’ve been leading me on all this time”
Batman watched him for a moment “I thought you liked playing games? Or is it only when you’re in control?”
Joker growled under his breath “Bastard.”
“Thought so” Batman smirked “Meet me tomorrow night at this address” he said as he slid a piece of paper into the Joker’s hand.
Joker just glared at him suspiciously “Why should I? How do I know this isn’t just another trick?”
Batman moved his face closer to the clown’s, stopping just out of range if the man decided to attack “You don’t, that’s the point, you have to choose.” With that Batman got off the Joker and disappeared out the way he had entered, leaving a still irritated and now slightly baffled clown to make his escape.
~~~
As the sun started to set the next day Joker moved from the alley wall that he had been leaning against. Batsy had given him the address of an apartment in the Narrows and he had been watching the building impatiently, waiting for night to fall.
He’d only had to consider the situation briefly before deciding that he would go to the apartment that night. Batman had managed to make him curious and if there was any chance of being with his Batsy then he was going to take it. After all if it was a trap then escaping from the police and Arkham was quite easy and if it wasn’t then it might turn out to be a very interesting night. He was still angry at the vigilante but he was hoping that the other man would make it up to him, though he was going to have to teach the Bat a lesson about playing games with him.
He hadn’t seen any evidence of a trap and no sign of any police while he had waited so he headed into the building, eager to find his Batsy. As he headed down graffiti covered hallways he passed some doors that stood ajar, revealing behind them apartments with no signs of use other than a few condoms and needles scattered on the floor. He stopped beside the door of the room that Batman had said to meet him at but he couldn’t hear anything on the other side so he kicked the door hard above the lock and strode into the room, a knife at the ready just in case there were any unwelcome guests.
The room was dark, shadows stretching across the floor. It was cleaner than the rooms next door, showing signs of having been used only for sleeping rather than any illegal activities. The apartment was small, a table with a couple of chairs near the window, a bed in one corner of the room and a small kitchen area in the other corner. There was one door, other than the entrance, which led to the bathroom and that was it. No pictures and no other furnishings. Joker moved over to the window. There was a fire escape just outside so at least there was another way of getting out of this room if he needed to quickly.
Batman wasn’t here yet so he would have to wait. Choosing a shadowed corner which gave him a view of both the entrance door and the window Joker settled down to await his Dark Knight.
~~~
Batman headed towards the apartment that he was going to meet the Joker at. His body tingling with anticipation at what was to come. He felt that he might have tormented the clown enough for the moment as the man had seemed very pissed off the last time he had seen him. Bruce winced slightly, remembering the chair crashing over his back; yeah the clown had definitely seemed pissed. He had to admit though, he had enjoyed tormenting the Joker but now what he really wanted was to fuck the man again. He could feel his loins stirring at the thought of the Joker moaning and writhing beneath him. The clown would probably turn up, after all he didn’t seem to be the type to back away from a challenge and he wasn’t likely to pass up a chance of getting some attention from Batman.
He landed lightly on the fire escape and carefully peered through the window, he had to be wary just in case the Joker had decided to pay him back and set a trap for him. The room was dark, shadows cloaking everything inside so Bruce turned on the night vision that he had Fox install in his cowl. The details of the room lit up in green and there crouched in a corner of the room was the Joker. The clown’s eyes were fixed on him, so much for taking him by surprise!
Keeping his eyes on the Joker Batman opened the window and entered the room, sliding the window closed again once he was inside. The Joker hadn’t moved, he had just gazed steadily at the Batman but once the vigilante started to move towards him he rose from his crouch, his joints clicking from being held in one position for so long and a knife glinting in the hand at his side.
“So what game are ya going to play tonight?” Joker growled, his tone implying that if Batman was going to just tease him again then he was going to be sorry.
The Dark Knight didn’t reply, he reached the clown in a few strides and then he was pushing the other man up against the wall, one hand tangling in his hair and crushing his lips to the Joker’s, kissing the other man passionately, his tongue quickly gaining entrance to that ruined mouth, tasting and touching.
Joker had squeaked slightly in surprise when Batman had grabbed hold of him and kissed him hard. Growling slightly he quickly responded with just as much passion and need, letting his frustration at being denied for so long into that kiss, winding his arms around the Bats’ neck and pressing his body as close as possible to the vigilante’s. The knife dropped from his suddenly nerveless fingers, thoughts of revenge fading for the moment. This was what he wanted, what he had been waiting for and what Batsy had been denying him. He could feel some of his anger and frustration dissipating but Batman was going to have to do a lot more before he was forgiven completely.
Eventually they broke the kiss, though their bodies remained pressed against each other. Bruce gazed down into the Joker’s eyes, he hadn’t expected the clown to kiss him back with such ferocity and hunger, at least now he knew that the man still wanted this. Joker’s voice brought him out of his thoughts “Why a room? An alleyway not good enough for ya?”
Bruce’s free hand slipped around the clown’s waist, drawing their bodies even tighter together “So that we wouldn’t be interrupted and so that I could take my time.”
Joker shivered slightly in anticipation at the promise in those words of things to come.
Batman’s lips met his in another kiss, while his hands travelled over the clown’s body, feeling the slim figure before moving to push the coat off his shoulders and then moving on to attack the vest and shirt. Joker’s hands weren’t idle either, they were eagerly travelling over Batman’s armour, the dextrous fingers finding the catches in the plating and removing as much as he possibly could. He was trying to decide how to remove the bodysuit that was underneath when he felt the back of his legs collide with the bed. Batman had managed to manoeuvre them over to it while he had been intent on getting the Bats’ armour off. The vigilante pushed him onto the bed before following and pinning him down.
Bruce trailed his fingertips slowly over the Joker’s scarred body, down his chest and across a flat stomach, feeling the man arch into his touches, moaning slightly. He was enjoying being able to see and to take his time just feeling the clown’s body. He had got an idea of the man’s build whenever they fought and of course that night in the alleyway, and now he could see it properly without the layers of clothing in the way, except for the trousers which was something he was going to deal with in a moment.
Joker’s body was tingling wherever the Bats’ fingers touched and they were slowly, agonisingly making their way down towards his trousers. He had tried arching into those hands to get more pressure and to try to get the Bat to move them faster towards the area where he really wanted them but the vigilante would just stop his ministrations and push him back onto the bed before he resumed dragging his fingers down towards the purple waistband. Joker whimpered in frustration when those tormenting hands stopped and settled on his hips, pinning them to the bed.
Batman leaned down towards him “How much do you want this?”
Joker giggled slightly “You still want to play games Batsy?”
“How much do you want this?” Batman repeated and this time he gently stroked his fingers over the front of the clown’s trousers, feeling his arousal. Joker just moaned softly and tried to push his hips further into the Kevlar clad hand.
Bruce could feel a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. The Joker obviously wanted this but he still wanted to hear it from the clown’s scarred lips. “Beg for it” he commanded as he flexed his fingers and added slightly more pressure to Joker’s arousal.
Joker growled low in his throat, he was still annoyed at Batsy and he definitely didn’t feel like begging but all defiant thoughts fled his mind when Bats’ hand grabbed him through the fabric. He moaned incoherently, fingers digging into the bed and his back arching as the Kevlar clad fingers massaged him.
Bruce watched as the green eyes flickered closed and the lithe body beneath him writhed upwards. The clown still hadn’t answered him. Releasing a sigh he stopped his ministrations “Well if you don’t want this…” he started to get up, watching as jade eyes snapped open, a slightly desperate “NO!” coming from red painted lips and skinny but surprisingly strong limbs wrapping around him, clinging to him tightly. He felt a hint of satisfaction, Joker definitely wanted this and he was in control.
Usually Bruce felt that the Joker was just toying with him, he was always chasing the clown and he never felt completely in control of the situation. Even when captured the harlequin didn’t seem bothered by it, usually laughing and taunting him and then escaping Arkham again almost as soon as his back was turned. But this time Batman was in control of the situation and he was enjoying it.
He pushed Joker back down onto the bed and leaned down until he was face to face with the clown “Beg for it.” He trailed his hand down to the clown’s hip and used his thumb to slowly massage the flesh there as he saw a flash of defiance and anger in those green eyes “Do you want this or not?” To emphasize the question he ground his hips into the Joker’s, feeling his arousal even through the armour. The clown was so hard, they both were and all he wanted to do was fuck him into the bed but he had to be patient. He watched as the defiance and anger in the green eyes gave way to lust and pleasure. Bruce ground his hips into the Joker again and then stopped which produced a small whimper from the man beneath him and a “Please, don’t stop.”
Dammit, he hadn’t meant to say that, it had just kinda slipped out when Batsy had threatened to stop again. His eyes snapped open when he heard a low chuckle and “That wasn’t so hard was it?” Bats was smirking victoriously at him and before he could answer the vigilante’s lips were crushed against his, his tongue delving into his mouth, passionate and dominating even as the Dark Knight’s fingers were undoing his belt and unzipping his trousers before a hand slipped inside and grasped his erection. He gasped at the sudden sensation of Kevlar on his heated skin and then it was gone as Batman pulled away from him and off the bed, tugging his trousers off as he went. In moments he was completely naked before the Bat whose eyes were roaming over his body before he started to strip off the rest of his armour and the bodysuit underneath it except for the cowl. He sat up and watched hungrily as naked flesh was slowly revealed bit by bit. His eyes roamed over Bats’ body appreciatively, gaze lingering on the scars on his body and his fingers itching to reach out and touch that muscular form.
“Ohh! You’re spoiling me Bats. First a room all to ourselves and now you’re giving me a strip show. Do ya usually treat yer dates like this?” The only response he got was Batman pinning him back onto the bed, ungloved hands trailing over his body, exploring it now that there were no barriers, his mouth biting and nipping at his pale skin. Joker’s hands weren’t idle either, busy tracing the muscle contours and scars that he could reach. He tried to wriggle to get some leverage so that he could reverse his and Bats’ positions but that earned a growl and a harder bite. With a gasp he arched into the hard body above him “I know ya like to be dominant but can I be on top?”
“No”
“I’m not the only one who likes to be in control then?” he giggled but didn’t press the issue for the moment, he was enjoying the attention he was getting and didn’t really want to give the vigilante a reason to leave him tied up again. All thoughts fled his mind though when one of Batman’s hands wrapped around his cock and gave it a firm stroke.
Batman almost smiled as the giggling broke off suddenly, changing into a moan, the green eyes rolling up. The clown hadn’t seemed to realise where his hand was going and he had managed to surprise him.
Sitting back up Bruce reached behind him to where he had left his utility belt. Joker propped himself up on his elbows and was watching him warily, probably expecting to be tied up again, but when he pulled out a small tube he saw a gleam of excitement in the clown’s eyes and the red lips drew back in a grin “Well you just have everything in that belt of yours don’t ya?”
Bruce didn’t reply, instead he moved between the clown’s legs, applying some lube to his fingers before running his hands up the Joker’s thighs, firmly pushing them apart slightly more. All the while those jade eyes watched him, a tongue flicking out every now and then to lick at ruby lips. The clown’s breathing was slightly heavier than normal and the moment Bruce’s hand closed over his arousal the breath hitched in his throat, his eyes closing in pleasure. Bruce’s other hand meanwhile moved underneath and without warning he slipped a slicked finger into the Joker’s entrance.
Joker’s eyes snapped open and he squeaked in surprise when he felt the finger enter him “Ya could have given me some warning Ba…ngh!” he broke off in a moan, Batsy had found his prostate. “… don’t have…prepare me Bats” His eyes fluttered closed as another finger was added, both of them continuing to push against his sweet spot. Bats’ other hand was slowly stroking his cock, rubbing his thumb teasingly over the tip and as a third finger was added he let out a low moan, head lolling backwards. The sensations were overwhelming and Batsy wasn’t even fucking him yet. “Please…Bats” he managed to gasp out between moans.
Those two words and the way they had been said, that was what Bruce wanted, Joker was begging for him without being prompted and it was fucking hot. Bruce was really hard now; watching the clown’s reactions while he had been fingering him had resulted in him getting even harder and it had nearly caused him to forget about preparing the man and just fuck him, but his patience was being rewarded. Taking his hand away from Joker’s arousal he picked up the lube and squeezed some out onto his own throbbing cock. Removing his fingers from the clown he moved the dripping tip to Joker’s entrance and paused, waiting. Hazy green eyes clouded with lust and need opened to gaze longingly up at him and with that Bruce slammed his engorged length into the clown, hitting the prostate square on as the Joker’s body enclosed him completely. Blood red lips opened in a breathless cry and hands clutched desperately at the bed sheets. He paused for a moment to allow Joker to adjust and then he started to thrust into him, the man moaning and writhing beneath him.
With a huge effort Bruce managed to slow down so that each thrust was agonisingly slow. Joker was whimpering, bucking his hips with each thrust, trying to get more friction. Bruce wrapped his hand round the Joker’s arousal and swirled a thumb over the tip before running it over the leaking slit. “Bats!” A desperate cry, a plea for release came from the clown’s lips and with that Bruce’s restraint broke.
This was torture. He would laugh at the situation but he couldn’t seem to get enough air into his lungs to do much more than moan. He had cried out and the response from Batman was immediate. The thrusting got faster and harder, the hand on his cock keeping pace as wave upon wave of pleasure swept through his body. Joker managed to wrap his slender legs around the Dark Knight’s waist, changing the angle of his hips to allow Batsy to plunge deeper into him. Twining his arms around Bats’ neck, he clung to him desperately as each thrust brought him closer to the brink.
The clown was gasping now, half-formed words coming from his lips. He was close, Bruce could feel it in the body that was wrapped tightly around him, feeling the tremors that were running through Joker as he continued to thrust deeply into him, burying himself to the hilt each time. He lowered his head towards the clown’s shoulder and bit down.
Joker screamed out as he came, spilling himself into Batman’s hand, his body arching and tensing, his muscles clenching around the Bats’ cock, coaxing him to orgasm, feeling that hot essence spurting into him, filling him to the brim.
All energy spent in that explosive release Joker went limp, falling back onto the bed. Batman collapsed onto the bed next to the clown, he was tired but he could already feel his body starting to recover. Green eyes had opened and were watching him, a tired but satisfied look on the man’s face.
“So what do ya wanna do now?” Joker asked.
Batman moved so that he was on top of the clown, using his hands to pin Joker’s wrists above his head.
He looked thoughtful for a moment. “First I’m going to tie you up”,
“Ohhh! Bondage, so kinky Bats!”
“And then I’m going to take you back to Arkham.”
Batman watched as Joker’s smile faded, replaced by a look of anger. He pinned him down more firmly when the clown started to struggle against him, trying to escape. However, Joker didn’t have enough energy to continue struggling for to long and so he settled for just glaring daggers at the man above him.
Batman smirked, leaning down so that his breath ghosted over the harlequin’s lips. “Just joking” and before Joker could respond Batman kissed him.