{oneshot} Double Theft PG-13
Double Theft
Summary - Response to catwoman/batman challenge. G-Dragon and TOP grapple for some common ground.
Disclaimer - I own neither Big Bang, Batman, nor Cat Woman.
Warning - Everyone has an erection (including you).
A/N - I tried to write this in the essence of Cat Woman and Batman without losing our lovelies GD and TOP. I’ve never followed Cat Woman before, so I was also unsure as to how to characterize her, but I hope this is fitting.
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Surrounded by warm water, white marble, and voices calling to comfort her, she momentarily blacks out as she feels the universe go through her body.
When she opens her eyes again, she sees the doctor wrapping a crying baby in towels while nurses rush to help her out of the tub. Her scared husband stares at her, amazed. “You made it,” He whispers, “I can’t believe…I love you, darling, I love you so much.”
All at once, she lets out a breath of relief and welcomes his embrace. “He will be called Seunghyun, like we planned?” She asks tiredly.
“Of course.”
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“Hurry the FUCK up!” He roars at his own steering wheel as he revs up the engine and swerves into a sharp right turn. Beside him, his wife lets out a panicked shriek and clutches her swollen belly. They crash messily through traffic and neighboring cars and into the hospital lobby, and that is when she abandons all thought and simply screams.
When the nurse shows him his little boy, he grunts and turns away, muttering something like, “Finally.”
“Do you have a name?”
“Don’t care.”
The wife is sleeping and the husband is watching television. The nurse observes them both and, after a great deal of hesitation, fills in the name tag herself. “Jiyong,” She says, “Strong and stubborn like a dragon.”
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He is licking his lips, slowly but surely, cleaning them of the last of the blood wounds. Fifty seconds until the cops will arrive. G-Dragon’s hand digs into the man’s pants past his erection and into his wallet. Forty seconds. He takes the watch, the pinky ring, even toys around with the tie a little before snatching that too. Twenty seconds. His captive is struggling, pulling his wrists till the cords burn his skin. Fifteen seconds. G-Dragon whispers last words of wanton warning into the rich man’s ear. Five seconds. Four. Three. Two. One.
When the police arrive, they find not a soul but their haughty businessman bound half-naked to a chair.
Into the cold night, G-Dragon’s slim body flies into motion, where his blond-white hair melts into the snow and his scaled suit creates a vision against the sky. He is on his way to his next destination, leaping sharply and quickly like a dragon mounts its prey, when a firm hand out of nowhere sidetracks him into grappling in an alleyway.
“Stop where you are,” the voice growls at him from the tall man’s human mouth, the only revealed flesh on his great body of Kevlar black.
“Why would I want to do that?” G-Dragon taunts, sliding out of every maneuver he pulls to capture him, escaping him every time (but just barely).
A foot hooks a smaller one in place, a hand slams G-Dragon into the brick wall gripping him at the collar blade not at the more vulnerable throat (but just barely). In this light, G-Dragon is nothing more than a mass of scales and heavy breathing. Just the tips of his blond hair show, and just the corners of his charcoal-shrouded eyes blink slowly at him.
“What have you done tonight?”
“What interest does that serve you?” Hearing no answer and seeing what he is sure would be a scowl in proper light, G-Dragon smiles. “Come on, TOP, you can tell an old friend like me.”
He is ignored as TOP’s hands begin to search him. “A ring that isn’t yours,” He begins, throwing the jewelry on the ground, “a watch that’s far too big for you. A tie that you’ll never need.”
The silence hangs heavy as G-Dragon waits for what will come next. They hear nothing but breathing and cars from miles away. Finally, TOP’s hands reach the hidden path past leather and into skin. Hits the erection. Cold hand against warm arousal. Finds the wallet. G-Dragon moans as TOP’s knuckles brush past his erection once more. They linger longer than necessary.
“Christmas shopping early?”
“It’s better to give than receive,” G-Dragon smirks. “You terrible, terrible person. The children are hungry.”
“That innocent man-”
“He got what was coming to him,” G-Dragon cuts coolly.
When TOP growls in response he feels himself harden some more. “G-Dragon, you need to decide between right and wrong. The good that you do doesn’t erase the crime that you just committed.”
“Don’t fucking discipline me-” G-Dragon hisses in a streak of madness, and suddenly their next struggle finds his legs wrapped tightly around TOP’s waist pressing their hot erections together closer and closer as their mouths steal kisses like money and crime and then breaths like redemption and then-
-and then, G-Dragon finishes by pressing TOP to the ground, licking one long, languid line of ownership from his chin to the tip of his nose before getting up. Territory. My territory.
“There is no definite right or wrong,” G-Dragon says, preparing to leave because he knows they both want more. “Not in my book.”
They part ways. Seunghyun practically rips his black hair out in frustration that night. G-Dragon runs his hand through his white strands, impatient and pristine.
Summary - Response to catwoman/batman challenge. G-Dragon and TOP grapple for some common ground.
Disclaimer - I own neither Big Bang, Batman, nor Cat Woman.
Warning - Everyone has an erection (including you).
A/N - I tried to write this in the essence of Cat Woman and Batman without losing our lovelies GD and TOP. I’ve never followed Cat Woman before, so I was also unsure as to how to characterize her, but I hope this is fitting.
-
Surrounded by warm water, white marble, and voices calling to comfort her, she momentarily blacks out as she feels the universe go through her body.
When she opens her eyes again, she sees the doctor wrapping a crying baby in towels while nurses rush to help her out of the tub. Her scared husband stares at her, amazed. “You made it,” He whispers, “I can’t believe…I love you, darling, I love you so much.”
All at once, she lets out a breath of relief and welcomes his embrace. “He will be called Seunghyun, like we planned?” She asks tiredly.
“Of course.”
-
“Hurry the FUCK up!” He roars at his own steering wheel as he revs up the engine and swerves into a sharp right turn. Beside him, his wife lets out a panicked shriek and clutches her swollen belly. They crash messily through traffic and neighboring cars and into the hospital lobby, and that is when she abandons all thought and simply screams.
When the nurse shows him his little boy, he grunts and turns away, muttering something like, “Finally.”
“Do you have a name?”
“Don’t care.”
The wife is sleeping and the husband is watching television. The nurse observes them both and, after a great deal of hesitation, fills in the name tag herself. “Jiyong,” She says, “Strong and stubborn like a dragon.”
-
He is licking his lips, slowly but surely, cleaning them of the last of the blood wounds. Fifty seconds until the cops will arrive. G-Dragon’s hand digs into the man’s pants past his erection and into his wallet. Forty seconds. He takes the watch, the pinky ring, even toys around with the tie a little before snatching that too. Twenty seconds. His captive is struggling, pulling his wrists till the cords burn his skin. Fifteen seconds. G-Dragon whispers last words of wanton warning into the rich man’s ear. Five seconds. Four. Three. Two. One.
When the police arrive, they find not a soul but their haughty businessman bound half-naked to a chair.
Into the cold night, G-Dragon’s slim body flies into motion, where his blond-white hair melts into the snow and his scaled suit creates a vision against the sky. He is on his way to his next destination, leaping sharply and quickly like a dragon mounts its prey, when a firm hand out of nowhere sidetracks him into grappling in an alleyway.
“Stop where you are,” the voice growls at him from the tall man’s human mouth, the only revealed flesh on his great body of Kevlar black.
“Why would I want to do that?” G-Dragon taunts, sliding out of every maneuver he pulls to capture him, escaping him every time (but just barely).
A foot hooks a smaller one in place, a hand slams G-Dragon into the brick wall gripping him at the collar blade not at the more vulnerable throat (but just barely). In this light, G-Dragon is nothing more than a mass of scales and heavy breathing. Just the tips of his blond hair show, and just the corners of his charcoal-shrouded eyes blink slowly at him.
“What have you done tonight?”
“What interest does that serve you?” Hearing no answer and seeing what he is sure would be a scowl in proper light, G-Dragon smiles. “Come on, TOP, you can tell an old friend like me.”
He is ignored as TOP’s hands begin to search him. “A ring that isn’t yours,” He begins, throwing the jewelry on the ground, “a watch that’s far too big for you. A tie that you’ll never need.”
The silence hangs heavy as G-Dragon waits for what will come next. They hear nothing but breathing and cars from miles away. Finally, TOP’s hands reach the hidden path past leather and into skin. Hits the erection. Cold hand against warm arousal. Finds the wallet. G-Dragon moans as TOP’s knuckles brush past his erection once more. They linger longer than necessary.
“Christmas shopping early?”
“It’s better to give than receive,” G-Dragon smirks. “You terrible, terrible person. The children are hungry.”
“That innocent man-”
“He got what was coming to him,” G-Dragon cuts coolly.
When TOP growls in response he feels himself harden some more. “G-Dragon, you need to decide between right and wrong. The good that you do doesn’t erase the crime that you just committed.”
“Don’t fucking discipline me-” G-Dragon hisses in a streak of madness, and suddenly their next struggle finds his legs wrapped tightly around TOP’s waist pressing their hot erections together closer and closer as their mouths steal kisses like money and crime and then breaths like redemption and then-
-and then, G-Dragon finishes by pressing TOP to the ground, licking one long, languid line of ownership from his chin to the tip of his nose before getting up. Territory. My territory.
“There is no definite right or wrong,” G-Dragon says, preparing to leave because he knows they both want more. “Not in my book.”
They part ways. Seunghyun practically rips his black hair out in frustration that night. G-Dragon runs his hand through his white strands, impatient and pristine.