Fan Fiction ❯ The Game We Play ❯ Deeper Levels 2 ( Chapter 19 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Dark Jester 
Bruce nodded, the blue of his eyes deepening as he descended into lust.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Angst / Drama / Psychological / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.18.2002 | Updated On: 12.18.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.7K | Visits: 347 | Status: Completed
Bruce nodded, the blue of his eyes deepening as he descended into lust.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Angst / Drama / Psychological / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.18.2002 | Updated On: 12.18.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.7K | Visits: 347 | Status: Completed
Chapter 19 - Deeper Levels, Part Two
Joker was reeling by the time the third kiss had come his way, melting into it but shocked, anyway. The air had changed drastically, and he was left wondering why... or trying to. Coherent thoughts weren't quite making it through his brain at the moment. All he could really think of was Bruce... and his hands on his back. He finally gave up on trying to make sense of what was happening, yielding to the kisses entirely. Joker thought he'd tried to say something, but no second attempt was made.
Bruce sat the Joker sideways on his lap and put his arms around his waist. He nuzzled then kissed the Joker's neck, letting a small, happy noise escape his lips.
At that moment, Joker realized how warm he suddenly felt, wild races of shivers wreaking havoc down through his body. He tilted his face away a little, willingly giving Bruce all the access he needed. He ran his hands up the thick arms around him and smiled faintly.
Bruce laughed a little in the Joker's ear. "I can't believe I'm doing this." He admitted in a whisper. His breath was hot against the Joker's ear.
"Mmmm... I can. Who could resist... such beauty as me?" Joker chuckled softly and trailed light fingers over Bruce's shoulders.
Bruce rolled his eyes and shook his head, then slid down onto his back, wincing just a little. He felt his skin break out in goosebumps at the Joker's touch. He pulled the Joker into the center of his chest and ran his hand up the back of the pale, slender neck.
It was a nice neck: delicate, graceful, maybe even feminine from the back. Maybe that explained why the sight of it excited him.
Joker bit his lip, grinning a bit conceitedly, and nuzzled into Bruce's throat. "You're going to mess up my hair," he taunted as sweetly as he could. The feel of strong hands on him was almost more than he could stand.
Bruce slowly, teasingly, moved his hands away from the Joker's body. "If you want me to, I'll stop." He said, trying to sound innocent.
In protest, Joker whined pleadingly and grazed his fingernails down Bruce's chest. "Don't stop."
Bruce grinned, then mussed up Joker's hair. "Just making sure."
"No, you weren't. You were teasing." Joker squirmed up Bruce's chest and gazed down at him, moving in to lay kisses across his face.
Bruce laughed at both the statement and the ticklish sensation the Joker's kisses were producing. "Okay, you got me." He admitted.
"I always do." Joker's voice was predatory as he ran circles with his hands down Bruce's chest and stomach.
Bruce closed his eyes and shivered a little at the ministrations of the Joker's hands. He still felt a little strange about this whole thing, but it was no longer holding him back.
Joker grinned and sat up, watching Bruce lay on his back. There was a certain satisfaction in having his once arch-enemy sprawled out on a mattress BENEATH him. He crawled off of Bruce and moved toward the middle of the bed. "C'mon. At least get more comfortable instead of laying all sideways like that." He lifted the sheets and moved under them, patting the space right beside him invitingly.
Bruce slid under the covers and rolled onto his side facing the Joker. He propped his head up with his hand.
"What?" Joker asked. "Don't stare. It isn't polite." Without warning, he rolled to face Bruce, slipping his arms around him as though to instigate a play-fight.
"I wasn't aware that we were minding our Ps and Qs at the moment." Bruce quipped, grabbing the Joker in a headlock.
"Hey!" Joker giggled and squirmed all over the place, pushing at Bruce as though it'd do any good. "Ya jerk! You know I can't... urg!... get outta this!" And then, a plan formed. All at once, Joker's hands were running over every inch of Bruce's body, dipping just low enough to tease the soft skin below his navel. And as if he weren't being bad enough, his fingers curled and tickled mercilessly.
Bruce's eyes went wide and he let go of the Joker's head. He wasn't used to having to deal with tickle attacks. "You want to play dirty, huh?" He asked, grabbing the Joker's arms. "You forget who you're dealing with." He pinned the Joker's arms over his head with one hand and used the other to start unbuttoning the purple pajama top.
Joker started laughing despite it being the wrong reaction, and put up a very faked resistance. He tugged his arms a little bit and then made a soft purring noise in the back of his throat. "Myyyy... so rowdy!" Joker narrowed his eyes with unmistakable interest, smiled and calmed his ill-placed amusement.
Bruce smirked and slid his hand into the Joker's half-open shirt. . . then started tickling him under the arm.
"NO!" Joker squealed, breaking out into another peal of laughter. "Stop!" He squeezed his eyes closed and wriggled under Bruce, the arm over Bruce's hand trying instinctively to close.
As Bruce's fingers danced down the Joker's side, he leaned in and kissed his neck. Either his 'friend' would enjoy the mix of sensations, or his head would explode. . .
Where had THAT thought come from?
"Okay," Joker said weakly. "You don't have to stop." He giggled a little, his side ticklish despite the different pressure being used on it.
Bruce nipped his neck and tugged on the delicate skin gently with his teeth. When he breathed in, he noticed the Joker actually smelled really good. It must have been the stuff from the bath the night before.
Joker's fingers curled in response to Bruce's mouth on his neck, finding that the sensations were more than pleasing. He held his breath for a moment, too caught up in the rush of feelings.
Bruce slowly undid the remaining buttons on the Joker's pajama top and pushed the silky fabric off of his thin shoulders. His hands slid under the garment and over the Joker's skin. His lips worked their way down to the tip of one of those shoulders.
The white-skinned man writhed a little bit, feeling the chill of the Batcave's air replaced by the warmth of his own excitement.
Bruce released the Joker's hands and slid the silky clothing further down his arms.
Joker felt a bit of impatience rise in his mood, and he sought to rid himself of the irratating shirt. Shrugging it off, he didn't even bother to pull it out from under him before reaching up to pull Bruce closer.
Bruce lowered himself down against the Joker obediently, his eyes questioning. He really didn't know what he was supposed to do next, since he'd been working on previous experiences with women, and the similarities were starting to run out.
The amused sparkle in Joker's eyes couldn't be taken for anything else. He seemed to get the hint that Bruce was clueless, and took it upon himself to initiate further interaction. Pulling Bruce's face down near to his, he whispered, "Just play. Explore, if you like." His free hand trailed lower over the other man's stomach. "Do what you know feels good for you." With only a tiny warning, he passed the boundaries he hadn't dared breach before, letting his fingers run over the very base of Bruce's manhood.
Bruce's eyes went wide as he felt his body respond to the Joker's explorations. For some reason, he hadn't expected it to feel that good. His body argued between arousal and embarrassment.
"I'm not gay." He blurted out, then immediately felt stupid. Why had he felt the need to say that? He closed his eyes and rolled over onto his back, ashamed.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." He muttered, then covered his face with his hands.
"No, but you certainly aren't straight, either." Joker followed after him, pulling the sheets up around them as he pressed his body down into Bruce's. Aggressively, he ground his hips into the ones beneath him, feeling the stirrings of stimulation through his pajama pants.
"I couldn't do this with anyone but you." Bruce protested. His eyes closed as he began to surrender to the sensations, letting his body respond however it would.
"So?" Joker grinned and reached down between their bodies to touch Bruce again, being gentle even though he was all too eager to do so. "No more conversation," he instructed. "Just words when you need them."
"But talking helps me." Bruce said plaintively, rubbing the sides of the Joker's arms. "I'm sorry. I'm ruining this, aren't I?"
"Shut up," Joker grumbled. "Don't make me smack you around." He smiled and worked on furthering Bruce's arousal, his hand eager to get reactions.
Bruce grinned and bit his lower lip. "You sound like me now." He grabbed Joker by the back of the neck and pulled him in for another kiss.
With a soft moan, Joker sought out Bruce's lips with his tongue, no long satisfied with leaving things well enough alone at a mild state. His hand teased slowly, running up and down the other man's length, feeling the throb under his fingers with a pleased expression on his face.
Bruce welcomed the Joker's tongue eagerly, and slid his own out to meet it. He carressed the side of the Joker's thin face, tracing his jaw with his thumb. In spite of himself, he moaned at the sensations coming from below his waist.
Joker kissed Bruce with all the passion he could scrape up, throwing almost all of his concentration into it... before realizing the rest of his goal had been neglected. After only a brief pause in his hand's movements, he resumed the stroking, increasing the speed and pressure as he wrapped his thin fingers around the steadily growing erection.
Bruce's moans became louder, and his hands started working their way back down the Joker's body. This time, however, they didn't stop at his back. Cautious fingers crept under the waistband of the Joker's pajama pants, exploring the skin underneath.
The playboy was rewarded with another increase in speed, the pace going fast enough to bring Bruce over the edge in moments if precautions weren't taken. Like... letting go, for example. Which is exactly what the Joker did. He let go and stroked Bruce's thighs, instead, the kiss breaking off then so that he could lower himself enough to suck and lightly nibble on the throat he found.
Bruce shuddered and carnal, animal instincts took over his thought processes. His hands lunged down into the Joker's pants, groping hungrily at his buttocks. He rubbed his cheek against the Joker's hair, communicating an undeniable intensity.
"What's the matter?" Joker taunted cruelly, settling his hands into the mattress on either side of Bruce's wide chest. His face was flushed with pleasure, though he was sure Bruce could hardly keep his eyes open at this point, anyway.
The beast inside Bruce responded to the challange in the Joker's voice, forcing his eyes open. The blue orbs focused on the Joker and Bruce's lips curled into a snarl. A predatory growl came from his throat.
His hands leapt up and snapped the waistband of the Joker's pajama pants. "You're still wearing these. Get them off, now. I want to take you."
Joker drew back a little, sitting up over Bruce. *Wow.* He swallowed nervously and moved to do as he was told, falling back onto the mattress to perform the task more easily. As soon as he managed to, the pants were tossed over the side and onto the floor.
As soon as the clothing was abandoned, Batman sprang at the Joker and flipped him onto his stomach, upside down on the bed. Rough, rapid kisses descended down the Joker's back as strong, controlling hands mauled his body.
Joker moaned into the sheets, not daring move to pull his arm from underneath himself. "Batsy," he whispered, fully recognizing the switch in personalities.
A growl came in response. A knee went between the Joker's legs and spread them. In the next instant, Batman was on top of him, breathing in his ear.
"Is this how you want it?" A familar dark voice demanded.
"I want it anyway you'll give it," Joker shot back, trying to point out that he wasn't intimidated in the least... though his thundering heart said otherwise. He pried his arm out from under him and caught the sight of black hair moving behind him.
Hard, throbbing warmth prodded and stroked the divide in the Joker's backside. Hands snapped out and pinned his down, then fingers laced themselves between his. Batman squeezed his hands. A satisfied growl rolled through the air.
Joker's eyes closed lightly. "Take me," he invited. Years now... for years this had been coming. He'd only needed to say the right things... perform the right rituals... He'd only needed to die.
The strong, controlling hands slid away from Joker's hands and up his arms. When they touched him again, they were spreading him open.
The next sensation was that of the Bat beginning to push into him.
The Joker tensed up all over, his face hidden in the sheets as he hung on for dear life. After taking a few quick, choppy breaths, he tried to loosen up.
As his muscles relaxed, the Bat sank into him more, penetrating him with a firm, steady pressure.
Somewhere inside the Bat, Bruce cried out at the heat he was just beginning to experience, but the outburst did not translate into sound. He wasn't in control now.
Joker growled softly, more because he was impatient than that he was dealing with pain of any sort. He wanted more... now. His fingers clenched at the sheets and brought a ball of fabric in under his chest, giving him something to grasp at.
The Bat stopped for a moment as he shifted his position slightly, then with a momentarily forceful thrust, continued his sweet violation of the Joker. He was eerily silent: every reaction, every exclamation, every cry was kept inside; stopped before it could become an actuality.
Joker's moans only grew louder, desperate for more movement... more involvement. With a breath-filled voice, he begged, "Sh-share with me, B-Bruce. 'Shut-up' ...doesn't apply... right now..." He was, of course, referring to his earlier demand.
A war began inside the man behind the Joker as Bruce Wayne fought to wrestle control from the Bat. The Bat fought back, and the force of his penetrations into the Joker increased exponentially. Bruce felt the drag on his hyper-sensitive skin and realized with intense regret that had to hurt.
However, by the time he was able to assert himself and bury the Bat back inside him, he could feel his hips touching the Joker. It felt incredible inside him, but for the moment, he couldn't enjoy it. He leaned forward slowly and lay on top of the Joker, squeezing his shoulders reassuringly.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
"It hurts," Joker admitted, choking on the words over his harsh breathing. He was having difficulty enjoying himself, just recovering from being thrust into with vicious abandon.
Bruce felt himself start to shrink inside the Joker as a wave of guilt crashed through him with such intensity that he felt like he was going to be sick. He worked his hands under the Joker and wrapped his arms around him, kissing his heaving shoulders apologetically.
"I'm so sorry." He whimpered. "It. . . it wasn't me. It was Him. Oh God Jack, I didn't want to. . ."
He buried his face in the Joker's shoulder, unable to say anything more.
"Don't tell me you're sorry," Joker replied slowly. "Make up for it. I want you still, Bruce. He's gone, and I have you." His hand reached up to touch the black hair tickling his skin, stroking the scalp as much as he could reach it. "Make love to me."
Bruce started kissing along the Joker's shoulder, wrapping his powerful arms around the thin waist of the man beneath him. As he approached the Joker's ear, he whispered. "I thought He was the one you wanted."
"No," Joker immediately answered. "No, you don't seem to understand. You ARE him, whether or not you can see that right now. You're merely... more soft than the Bat." Shivering as he moved, Joker ran a finger along Bruce's jawline.
"No." Bruce protested weakly, sorry he had started talking about this. Gently, he started to move his hips a little, trying not to overthink things. He gasped at the tight pulling he felt when he moved backward.
"Let's not talk about it, anymore. Not right now." Joker made a tiny noise and relaxed himself a little. "Bruce... your butler left his tray of supplies... maybe there's a lotion or cream you can use."
"Oh, um, sure, right." Bruce babbled, feeling himself blush. "Uh, be right back, I guess. . . or something."
Joker giggled and brushed back a few damp curls.
Bruce gingerly worked his way out of the Joker. It wasn't too hard, since, well, he wasn't too hard. He was nervous and guilty and very self-conscious.
He made his way over to the tray Alfred had left and started inspecting its contents.
"Find anything interesting?" Joker turned to watch Bruce, sighing happily despite what just happened. His 'friend' was so gorgeous, naked in the dark light of the Batcave... his form haunched in what Joker could imagine was shame.
"My butler has a very sick sense of humor." Bruce grumbled, tossing a container of vaseline over onto the bed. Alfred's little messages were always infuriating.
Strangely enough however, the implied acceptance of. . . this. . . made him feel better about things.
"Your butler is a very strange man." Joker smirked and hooked a finger at Bruce. "Come back over here. No more brooding. It's too much like HIM."
"I'm not brooding." Bruce objected as he obediently returned to the bed. "I'm... thinking."
Woodenly, he sat down on the edge of the matress.
"You think all the time, though," Joker whined. "Such a busy man." He jabbed Bruce in the back.
"I like to think." Bruce muttered, cautiously looking over his shoulder at the Joker. He smiled shyly when he made eye contact.
Joker rolled his eyes and tugged on Bruce's arm, the green pools narrowing. Carefully, he scooted back toward the middle of the bed, having earlier been forced nearly to the edge when commanded to strip.
Bruce rolled onto the bed in response to the Joker's tugging, his eyes questioning.
"Don't do that. Unless you brought back the vaseline for me to eat..." Joker pressed himself in against Bruce and ran a hand down his side, letting his fingers tease the skin.
"Don't do what?" Bruce asked, shivering pleasantly. He attempted to reciprocate the Joker's caress, forcing himself to just let his hands do what they wanted.
"That eye thing... where you look at me like I'm asking you to tell me the exact size of the universe. You look so confused... thought it's sort of cute, y'know." Joker leaned in and kissed Bruce's throat gently, breathing on him with open lips against his
skin.
"The universe is constantly expanding. There is no exact size." Bruce answered automatically.
"Ohhhh, stop talking and just touch me!" Joker squirmed in against him and giggled into his chest.
Bruce chuckled in spite of himself and hugged the Joker against his chest. "I'm glad I amuse you." He rumbled.
"Mmmm... you do more than just amuse me," Joker whispered.
Bruce paused again. *Just get over yourself and do it!* Something inside him snapped. He nodded slowly and kissed the Joker tenderly. As he pulled away, he asked. "What else do I do?"
"You make me feel like I'm not dying," Joker answered with a smirk. "...Like I could live forever." He licked his lips and then sucked on Bruce's collar bone gently, a finger dipping into his navel.
Bruce moaned softly as he rubbed his cheek against the Joker's hair. His stomach twitched against his touch. "That tickles." He whispered. "I'm glad I make you feel that way."
Joker broke contact with Bruce's neck to smile to his fullest ability, looking upward into his blue eyes. "I want you."
Again, Bruce nodded. "You've got me."
"You mistake my meaning," Joker teased. "I want you IN me."
Bruce felt the goosebumps return. "O-okay."
"So get to it," Joker said with a laugh in his tone. He scrunched up his nose and nuzzled against Bruce's face.
Bruce wrinkled up his nose in reflex to the nuzzling. "Uh, don't you have to turn around or something?"
"Actually... I don't HAVE to turn around. It kinda depends on what you want. Either you can have my eyes..." Joker smiled provocatively and kissed his chin. "...or you can have the back of my head."
Bruce swallowed hard and licked his lips. "I'd like to see your eyes."
"Alright." Joker rolled onto his back and gestured for Bruce to follow him, spreading his thighs apart. "Sit between my legs," he instructed slowly.
Bruce crawled in between the Joker's knees and cautiously ran his hand down the center of his pale stomach, watching in fascination as the delicate skin indented under his fingertips. On an impulse, he leaned down and kissed the Joker's stomach, right about his navel.
Joker sighed arched a little, bending his knees to bring them up around Bruce. Tenderly, he pulled the black hair upward against the way it laid, rubbing his scalp.
"I love your skin." Bruce whispered, breathing the admission on the Joker's stomach. "It's so delicate."
A soft whine was the only response as Joker was overcome with a race of sensations. They emanated from the area Bruce's mouth hovered over, spreading through his body like a tidal wave.
Bruce tasted the pale skin, feeling his breath quicken as his tongue dragged up the Joker's stomach. As he worked his way up, he felt a throbbing begin in his pelvis. He groaned and laid himself on top of the Joker, his tongue exploring the waifish shoulders and neck.
Joker's voice lifted into a pathetic moan, escaping his parted ruby lips. The warm feel of Bruce against him, pressing down into his body thrilled him absolutely.
Bruce took a moment to just close his eyes and listen to the Joker breathe. The soft moaning that met his ears sent a tingle down his spine that spread into his groin.
"Now what?" He groaned. "Tell me what to do."
"Lift my hips up," Joker whispered. "Prop me on your legs..." His hands roamed over Bruce's back, trying to memorize his body. In the back of his mind, he realized he didn't have long to do that... and had to bury the depressing thought. "Use the vaseline on yourself." His right hand reached out for it, slapping down onto the mattress in several different places. His search was in vain as he closed his eyes, unable to concentrate on locating it.
Bruce pulled himself up into a sitting position and located the vaseline. He set the container down beside him on the bed, grabbed the Joker behind the knees and pulled him into his lap. That done, he opened the vaseline, scooped some out with his
fingers, and started spreading it on himself. His body leapt at the sensation, and soon he was throbbing urgently in his hand.
Joker bit his lip in anticipation, watching Bruce's hands with slitted eyes. "You look... ready," he mumbled, unable to come up with anything intelligent.
Bruce nodded, the blue of his eyes deepening as he descended into lust. "I AM ready. What's next?"
"Next, we try to do this again... without so much... err, you know..." Joker didn't want to say the word 'pain', and sought to force that into the background. He breathed heavily, tracing over the muscles in Bruce's legs.
Bruce's eyes closed and his expression made it clear that he knew exactly what the Joker was talking about. He pulled the Joker further toward him, trying to figure out the physics of the whole thing without having to ask again.
With an emotionally charged smile, Joker purred in delight, pressing his arms into the mattress to help Bruce's efforts... not that he needed the help.
Bruce formulated a theory concerning how this was supposed to work, and applied some vaseline to the Joker's reddened opening. His touch was gentle, as if apologizing for the damage he'd inflicted earlier.
Joker gasped softly, his body quivering as he waited. "Just... do it. You can pass that part because I'm ready for you... and because I've already been MADE ready. Batsy helped out."
"That didn't help." Bruce grumbled. The name of the Beast made the monster twitch inside him. He forced the temptations down. This was NOT going to be a battle.
"I'm sorry, Bruce. I won't mention him again. I just... I'm sorry." Joker blinked a few times and realized he was feeling slightly anxious, but caressed the legs under him to try and distract himself. "Bruce is such a gentle name," he stated suddenly. "It suits you." With a quick couple of blinks, he offered a sweet smile. "Enough talk. We can... discuss things later."
Bruce paused thoughtfully, wondering if it really did. The Joker was so contrary. It drove him nuts.
Why did everyone he care about annoy the hell out of him?
As these thoughts stomped through his head, he readied himself at the Joker's opening and pressed in gently, testing things out.
"Oh, Bruce," Joker groaned, his fingers snatching up the sheets underneath him. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips together in concentration.
Bruce bit his lower lip, closed his eyes and pushed in a little. Already it felt different with less friction. He groaned and hugged the Joker's legs tightly.
Joker's breathing was ragged, quickening as he arched further into Bruce's arms. He jaw tightened as he felt himself filled by his 'friend', trying to capture those cloudy blue eyes with his.
A sudden tightening of the Joker's muscles around him caused Bruce's eyes to snap open. He looked down at his. . . well, his lover, and was a little startled to see the Joker's deep green eyes open and alert. Bruce blinked, trying to reconcile this. His eyelids fluttered, threatening to close again. He moaned as a release, and heard his voice echo into the dark recesses of the cave.
Joker pressed back against Bruce, trying subconsciously to further press the warmth inside. "You... feel so good," he gasped. A hand reached out to touch the face of the man he loved, tracing the cheekbones with his fingertips.
"So do you." Bruce responded with a gentle smile. He tilted his head down to kiss the Joker's wrist, noticing that he was beginning to move more quickly into the Joker, as if some sort of resistance was gone. . . or perhaps he was just more eager.
"Good." Joker laughed breathlessly, unable to put a voice to his pathetic display of emotion. He whined and spread his legs further, pressing out against Bruce's hands. "More..."
Drawing on some kind of instinctual understanding of what to do, Bruce changed his movement to small thrusts, inching in and out of the Joker as he worked his way all the way in. It was so hard not to be greedy, so different from being with a woman, and yet there were things that remained the same. Already, however, this was the most intense intimate experience he'd ever had.
Joker let himself be swallowed by his physical feelings, groaning and moving along with Bruce. He kneaded the sheets under his empty hands, clawing for something solid to hold onto. The gentle rocking of their bodies brought his concentration into a center, clearing his mind of all worry for a couple of blessed moments.
The Clown Prince found out very quickly that he was paying attention to every last detail, clinging to the moment in vain hopes of having it last forever.
Joker reminded himself that forever was an extremely long time.
He didn't have forever.
*
Joker was reeling by the time the third kiss had come his way, melting into it but shocked, anyway. The air had changed drastically, and he was left wondering why... or trying to. Coherent thoughts weren't quite making it through his brain at the moment. All he could really think of was Bruce... and his hands on his back. He finally gave up on trying to make sense of what was happening, yielding to the kisses entirely. Joker thought he'd tried to say something, but no second attempt was made.
Bruce sat the Joker sideways on his lap and put his arms around his waist. He nuzzled then kissed the Joker's neck, letting a small, happy noise escape his lips.
At that moment, Joker realized how warm he suddenly felt, wild races of shivers wreaking havoc down through his body. He tilted his face away a little, willingly giving Bruce all the access he needed. He ran his hands up the thick arms around him and smiled faintly.
Bruce laughed a little in the Joker's ear. "I can't believe I'm doing this." He admitted in a whisper. His breath was hot against the Joker's ear.
"Mmmm... I can. Who could resist... such beauty as me?" Joker chuckled softly and trailed light fingers over Bruce's shoulders.
Bruce rolled his eyes and shook his head, then slid down onto his back, wincing just a little. He felt his skin break out in goosebumps at the Joker's touch. He pulled the Joker into the center of his chest and ran his hand up the back of the pale, slender neck.
It was a nice neck: delicate, graceful, maybe even feminine from the back. Maybe that explained why the sight of it excited him.
Joker bit his lip, grinning a bit conceitedly, and nuzzled into Bruce's throat. "You're going to mess up my hair," he taunted as sweetly as he could. The feel of strong hands on him was almost more than he could stand.
Bruce slowly, teasingly, moved his hands away from the Joker's body. "If you want me to, I'll stop." He said, trying to sound innocent.
In protest, Joker whined pleadingly and grazed his fingernails down Bruce's chest. "Don't stop."
Bruce grinned, then mussed up Joker's hair. "Just making sure."
"No, you weren't. You were teasing." Joker squirmed up Bruce's chest and gazed down at him, moving in to lay kisses across his face.
Bruce laughed at both the statement and the ticklish sensation the Joker's kisses were producing. "Okay, you got me." He admitted.
"I always do." Joker's voice was predatory as he ran circles with his hands down Bruce's chest and stomach.
Bruce closed his eyes and shivered a little at the ministrations of the Joker's hands. He still felt a little strange about this whole thing, but it was no longer holding him back.
Joker grinned and sat up, watching Bruce lay on his back. There was a certain satisfaction in having his once arch-enemy sprawled out on a mattress BENEATH him. He crawled off of Bruce and moved toward the middle of the bed. "C'mon. At least get more comfortable instead of laying all sideways like that." He lifted the sheets and moved under them, patting the space right beside him invitingly.
Bruce slid under the covers and rolled onto his side facing the Joker. He propped his head up with his hand.
"What?" Joker asked. "Don't stare. It isn't polite." Without warning, he rolled to face Bruce, slipping his arms around him as though to instigate a play-fight.
"I wasn't aware that we were minding our Ps and Qs at the moment." Bruce quipped, grabbing the Joker in a headlock.
"Hey!" Joker giggled and squirmed all over the place, pushing at Bruce as though it'd do any good. "Ya jerk! You know I can't... urg!... get outta this!" And then, a plan formed. All at once, Joker's hands were running over every inch of Bruce's body, dipping just low enough to tease the soft skin below his navel. And as if he weren't being bad enough, his fingers curled and tickled mercilessly.
Bruce's eyes went wide and he let go of the Joker's head. He wasn't used to having to deal with tickle attacks. "You want to play dirty, huh?" He asked, grabbing the Joker's arms. "You forget who you're dealing with." He pinned the Joker's arms over his head with one hand and used the other to start unbuttoning the purple pajama top.
Joker started laughing despite it being the wrong reaction, and put up a very faked resistance. He tugged his arms a little bit and then made a soft purring noise in the back of his throat. "Myyyy... so rowdy!" Joker narrowed his eyes with unmistakable interest, smiled and calmed his ill-placed amusement.
Bruce smirked and slid his hand into the Joker's half-open shirt. . . then started tickling him under the arm.
"NO!" Joker squealed, breaking out into another peal of laughter. "Stop!" He squeezed his eyes closed and wriggled under Bruce, the arm over Bruce's hand trying instinctively to close.
As Bruce's fingers danced down the Joker's side, he leaned in and kissed his neck. Either his 'friend' would enjoy the mix of sensations, or his head would explode. . .
Where had THAT thought come from?
"Okay," Joker said weakly. "You don't have to stop." He giggled a little, his side ticklish despite the different pressure being used on it.
Bruce nipped his neck and tugged on the delicate skin gently with his teeth. When he breathed in, he noticed the Joker actually smelled really good. It must have been the stuff from the bath the night before.
Joker's fingers curled in response to Bruce's mouth on his neck, finding that the sensations were more than pleasing. He held his breath for a moment, too caught up in the rush of feelings.
Bruce slowly undid the remaining buttons on the Joker's pajama top and pushed the silky fabric off of his thin shoulders. His hands slid under the garment and over the Joker's skin. His lips worked their way down to the tip of one of those shoulders.
The white-skinned man writhed a little bit, feeling the chill of the Batcave's air replaced by the warmth of his own excitement.
Bruce released the Joker's hands and slid the silky clothing further down his arms.
Joker felt a bit of impatience rise in his mood, and he sought to rid himself of the irratating shirt. Shrugging it off, he didn't even bother to pull it out from under him before reaching up to pull Bruce closer.
Bruce lowered himself down against the Joker obediently, his eyes questioning. He really didn't know what he was supposed to do next, since he'd been working on previous experiences with women, and the similarities were starting to run out.
The amused sparkle in Joker's eyes couldn't be taken for anything else. He seemed to get the hint that Bruce was clueless, and took it upon himself to initiate further interaction. Pulling Bruce's face down near to his, he whispered, "Just play. Explore, if you like." His free hand trailed lower over the other man's stomach. "Do what you know feels good for you." With only a tiny warning, he passed the boundaries he hadn't dared breach before, letting his fingers run over the very base of Bruce's manhood.
Bruce's eyes went wide as he felt his body respond to the Joker's explorations. For some reason, he hadn't expected it to feel that good. His body argued between arousal and embarrassment.
"I'm not gay." He blurted out, then immediately felt stupid. Why had he felt the need to say that? He closed his eyes and rolled over onto his back, ashamed.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." He muttered, then covered his face with his hands.
"No, but you certainly aren't straight, either." Joker followed after him, pulling the sheets up around them as he pressed his body down into Bruce's. Aggressively, he ground his hips into the ones beneath him, feeling the stirrings of stimulation through his pajama pants.
"I couldn't do this with anyone but you." Bruce protested. His eyes closed as he began to surrender to the sensations, letting his body respond however it would.
"So?" Joker grinned and reached down between their bodies to touch Bruce again, being gentle even though he was all too eager to do so. "No more conversation," he instructed. "Just words when you need them."
"But talking helps me." Bruce said plaintively, rubbing the sides of the Joker's arms. "I'm sorry. I'm ruining this, aren't I?"
"Shut up," Joker grumbled. "Don't make me smack you around." He smiled and worked on furthering Bruce's arousal, his hand eager to get reactions.
Bruce grinned and bit his lower lip. "You sound like me now." He grabbed Joker by the back of the neck and pulled him in for another kiss.
With a soft moan, Joker sought out Bruce's lips with his tongue, no long satisfied with leaving things well enough alone at a mild state. His hand teased slowly, running up and down the other man's length, feeling the throb under his fingers with a pleased expression on his face.
Bruce welcomed the Joker's tongue eagerly, and slid his own out to meet it. He carressed the side of the Joker's thin face, tracing his jaw with his thumb. In spite of himself, he moaned at the sensations coming from below his waist.
Joker kissed Bruce with all the passion he could scrape up, throwing almost all of his concentration into it... before realizing the rest of his goal had been neglected. After only a brief pause in his hand's movements, he resumed the stroking, increasing the speed and pressure as he wrapped his thin fingers around the steadily growing erection.
Bruce's moans became louder, and his hands started working their way back down the Joker's body. This time, however, they didn't stop at his back. Cautious fingers crept under the waistband of the Joker's pajama pants, exploring the skin underneath.
The playboy was rewarded with another increase in speed, the pace going fast enough to bring Bruce over the edge in moments if precautions weren't taken. Like... letting go, for example. Which is exactly what the Joker did. He let go and stroked Bruce's thighs, instead, the kiss breaking off then so that he could lower himself enough to suck and lightly nibble on the throat he found.
Bruce shuddered and carnal, animal instincts took over his thought processes. His hands lunged down into the Joker's pants, groping hungrily at his buttocks. He rubbed his cheek against the Joker's hair, communicating an undeniable intensity.
"What's the matter?" Joker taunted cruelly, settling his hands into the mattress on either side of Bruce's wide chest. His face was flushed with pleasure, though he was sure Bruce could hardly keep his eyes open at this point, anyway.
The beast inside Bruce responded to the challange in the Joker's voice, forcing his eyes open. The blue orbs focused on the Joker and Bruce's lips curled into a snarl. A predatory growl came from his throat.
His hands leapt up and snapped the waistband of the Joker's pajama pants. "You're still wearing these. Get them off, now. I want to take you."
Joker drew back a little, sitting up over Bruce. *Wow.* He swallowed nervously and moved to do as he was told, falling back onto the mattress to perform the task more easily. As soon as he managed to, the pants were tossed over the side and onto the floor.
As soon as the clothing was abandoned, Batman sprang at the Joker and flipped him onto his stomach, upside down on the bed. Rough, rapid kisses descended down the Joker's back as strong, controlling hands mauled his body.
Joker moaned into the sheets, not daring move to pull his arm from underneath himself. "Batsy," he whispered, fully recognizing the switch in personalities.
A growl came in response. A knee went between the Joker's legs and spread them. In the next instant, Batman was on top of him, breathing in his ear.
"Is this how you want it?" A familar dark voice demanded.
"I want it anyway you'll give it," Joker shot back, trying to point out that he wasn't intimidated in the least... though his thundering heart said otherwise. He pried his arm out from under him and caught the sight of black hair moving behind him.
Hard, throbbing warmth prodded and stroked the divide in the Joker's backside. Hands snapped out and pinned his down, then fingers laced themselves between his. Batman squeezed his hands. A satisfied growl rolled through the air.
Joker's eyes closed lightly. "Take me," he invited. Years now... for years this had been coming. He'd only needed to say the right things... perform the right rituals... He'd only needed to die.
The strong, controlling hands slid away from Joker's hands and up his arms. When they touched him again, they were spreading him open.
The next sensation was that of the Bat beginning to push into him.
The Joker tensed up all over, his face hidden in the sheets as he hung on for dear life. After taking a few quick, choppy breaths, he tried to loosen up.
As his muscles relaxed, the Bat sank into him more, penetrating him with a firm, steady pressure.
Somewhere inside the Bat, Bruce cried out at the heat he was just beginning to experience, but the outburst did not translate into sound. He wasn't in control now.
Joker growled softly, more because he was impatient than that he was dealing with pain of any sort. He wanted more... now. His fingers clenched at the sheets and brought a ball of fabric in under his chest, giving him something to grasp at.
The Bat stopped for a moment as he shifted his position slightly, then with a momentarily forceful thrust, continued his sweet violation of the Joker. He was eerily silent: every reaction, every exclamation, every cry was kept inside; stopped before it could become an actuality.
Joker's moans only grew louder, desperate for more movement... more involvement. With a breath-filled voice, he begged, "Sh-share with me, B-Bruce. 'Shut-up' ...doesn't apply... right now..." He was, of course, referring to his earlier demand.
A war began inside the man behind the Joker as Bruce Wayne fought to wrestle control from the Bat. The Bat fought back, and the force of his penetrations into the Joker increased exponentially. Bruce felt the drag on his hyper-sensitive skin and realized with intense regret that had to hurt.
However, by the time he was able to assert himself and bury the Bat back inside him, he could feel his hips touching the Joker. It felt incredible inside him, but for the moment, he couldn't enjoy it. He leaned forward slowly and lay on top of the Joker, squeezing his shoulders reassuringly.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
"It hurts," Joker admitted, choking on the words over his harsh breathing. He was having difficulty enjoying himself, just recovering from being thrust into with vicious abandon.
Bruce felt himself start to shrink inside the Joker as a wave of guilt crashed through him with such intensity that he felt like he was going to be sick. He worked his hands under the Joker and wrapped his arms around him, kissing his heaving shoulders apologetically.
"I'm so sorry." He whimpered. "It. . . it wasn't me. It was Him. Oh God Jack, I didn't want to. . ."
He buried his face in the Joker's shoulder, unable to say anything more.
"Don't tell me you're sorry," Joker replied slowly. "Make up for it. I want you still, Bruce. He's gone, and I have you." His hand reached up to touch the black hair tickling his skin, stroking the scalp as much as he could reach it. "Make love to me."
Bruce started kissing along the Joker's shoulder, wrapping his powerful arms around the thin waist of the man beneath him. As he approached the Joker's ear, he whispered. "I thought He was the one you wanted."
"No," Joker immediately answered. "No, you don't seem to understand. You ARE him, whether or not you can see that right now. You're merely... more soft than the Bat." Shivering as he moved, Joker ran a finger along Bruce's jawline.
"No." Bruce protested weakly, sorry he had started talking about this. Gently, he started to move his hips a little, trying not to overthink things. He gasped at the tight pulling he felt when he moved backward.
"Let's not talk about it, anymore. Not right now." Joker made a tiny noise and relaxed himself a little. "Bruce... your butler left his tray of supplies... maybe there's a lotion or cream you can use."
"Oh, um, sure, right." Bruce babbled, feeling himself blush. "Uh, be right back, I guess. . . or something."
Joker giggled and brushed back a few damp curls.
Bruce gingerly worked his way out of the Joker. It wasn't too hard, since, well, he wasn't too hard. He was nervous and guilty and very self-conscious.
He made his way over to the tray Alfred had left and started inspecting its contents.
"Find anything interesting?" Joker turned to watch Bruce, sighing happily despite what just happened. His 'friend' was so gorgeous, naked in the dark light of the Batcave... his form haunched in what Joker could imagine was shame.
"My butler has a very sick sense of humor." Bruce grumbled, tossing a container of vaseline over onto the bed. Alfred's little messages were always infuriating.
Strangely enough however, the implied acceptance of. . . this. . . made him feel better about things.
"Your butler is a very strange man." Joker smirked and hooked a finger at Bruce. "Come back over here. No more brooding. It's too much like HIM."
"I'm not brooding." Bruce objected as he obediently returned to the bed. "I'm... thinking."
Woodenly, he sat down on the edge of the matress.
"You think all the time, though," Joker whined. "Such a busy man." He jabbed Bruce in the back.
"I like to think." Bruce muttered, cautiously looking over his shoulder at the Joker. He smiled shyly when he made eye contact.
Joker rolled his eyes and tugged on Bruce's arm, the green pools narrowing. Carefully, he scooted back toward the middle of the bed, having earlier been forced nearly to the edge when commanded to strip.
Bruce rolled onto the bed in response to the Joker's tugging, his eyes questioning.
"Don't do that. Unless you brought back the vaseline for me to eat..." Joker pressed himself in against Bruce and ran a hand down his side, letting his fingers tease the skin.
"Don't do what?" Bruce asked, shivering pleasantly. He attempted to reciprocate the Joker's caress, forcing himself to just let his hands do what they wanted.
"That eye thing... where you look at me like I'm asking you to tell me the exact size of the universe. You look so confused... thought it's sort of cute, y'know." Joker leaned in and kissed Bruce's throat gently, breathing on him with open lips against his
skin.
"The universe is constantly expanding. There is no exact size." Bruce answered automatically.
"Ohhhh, stop talking and just touch me!" Joker squirmed in against him and giggled into his chest.
Bruce chuckled in spite of himself and hugged the Joker against his chest. "I'm glad I amuse you." He rumbled.
"Mmmm... you do more than just amuse me," Joker whispered.
Bruce paused again. *Just get over yourself and do it!* Something inside him snapped. He nodded slowly and kissed the Joker tenderly. As he pulled away, he asked. "What else do I do?"
"You make me feel like I'm not dying," Joker answered with a smirk. "...Like I could live forever." He licked his lips and then sucked on Bruce's collar bone gently, a finger dipping into his navel.
Bruce moaned softly as he rubbed his cheek against the Joker's hair. His stomach twitched against his touch. "That tickles." He whispered. "I'm glad I make you feel that way."
Joker broke contact with Bruce's neck to smile to his fullest ability, looking upward into his blue eyes. "I want you."
Again, Bruce nodded. "You've got me."
"You mistake my meaning," Joker teased. "I want you IN me."
Bruce felt the goosebumps return. "O-okay."
"So get to it," Joker said with a laugh in his tone. He scrunched up his nose and nuzzled against Bruce's face.
Bruce wrinkled up his nose in reflex to the nuzzling. "Uh, don't you have to turn around or something?"
"Actually... I don't HAVE to turn around. It kinda depends on what you want. Either you can have my eyes..." Joker smiled provocatively and kissed his chin. "...or you can have the back of my head."
Bruce swallowed hard and licked his lips. "I'd like to see your eyes."
"Alright." Joker rolled onto his back and gestured for Bruce to follow him, spreading his thighs apart. "Sit between my legs," he instructed slowly.
Bruce crawled in between the Joker's knees and cautiously ran his hand down the center of his pale stomach, watching in fascination as the delicate skin indented under his fingertips. On an impulse, he leaned down and kissed the Joker's stomach, right about his navel.
Joker sighed arched a little, bending his knees to bring them up around Bruce. Tenderly, he pulled the black hair upward against the way it laid, rubbing his scalp.
"I love your skin." Bruce whispered, breathing the admission on the Joker's stomach. "It's so delicate."
A soft whine was the only response as Joker was overcome with a race of sensations. They emanated from the area Bruce's mouth hovered over, spreading through his body like a tidal wave.
Bruce tasted the pale skin, feeling his breath quicken as his tongue dragged up the Joker's stomach. As he worked his way up, he felt a throbbing begin in his pelvis. He groaned and laid himself on top of the Joker, his tongue exploring the waifish shoulders and neck.
Joker's voice lifted into a pathetic moan, escaping his parted ruby lips. The warm feel of Bruce against him, pressing down into his body thrilled him absolutely.
Bruce took a moment to just close his eyes and listen to the Joker breathe. The soft moaning that met his ears sent a tingle down his spine that spread into his groin.
"Now what?" He groaned. "Tell me what to do."
"Lift my hips up," Joker whispered. "Prop me on your legs..." His hands roamed over Bruce's back, trying to memorize his body. In the back of his mind, he realized he didn't have long to do that... and had to bury the depressing thought. "Use the vaseline on yourself." His right hand reached out for it, slapping down onto the mattress in several different places. His search was in vain as he closed his eyes, unable to concentrate on locating it.
Bruce pulled himself up into a sitting position and located the vaseline. He set the container down beside him on the bed, grabbed the Joker behind the knees and pulled him into his lap. That done, he opened the vaseline, scooped some out with his
fingers, and started spreading it on himself. His body leapt at the sensation, and soon he was throbbing urgently in his hand.
Joker bit his lip in anticipation, watching Bruce's hands with slitted eyes. "You look... ready," he mumbled, unable to come up with anything intelligent.
Bruce nodded, the blue of his eyes deepening as he descended into lust. "I AM ready. What's next?"
"Next, we try to do this again... without so much... err, you know..." Joker didn't want to say the word 'pain', and sought to force that into the background. He breathed heavily, tracing over the muscles in Bruce's legs.
Bruce's eyes closed and his expression made it clear that he knew exactly what the Joker was talking about. He pulled the Joker further toward him, trying to figure out the physics of the whole thing without having to ask again.
With an emotionally charged smile, Joker purred in delight, pressing his arms into the mattress to help Bruce's efforts... not that he needed the help.
Bruce formulated a theory concerning how this was supposed to work, and applied some vaseline to the Joker's reddened opening. His touch was gentle, as if apologizing for the damage he'd inflicted earlier.
Joker gasped softly, his body quivering as he waited. "Just... do it. You can pass that part because I'm ready for you... and because I've already been MADE ready. Batsy helped out."
"That didn't help." Bruce grumbled. The name of the Beast made the monster twitch inside him. He forced the temptations down. This was NOT going to be a battle.
"I'm sorry, Bruce. I won't mention him again. I just... I'm sorry." Joker blinked a few times and realized he was feeling slightly anxious, but caressed the legs under him to try and distract himself. "Bruce is such a gentle name," he stated suddenly. "It suits you." With a quick couple of blinks, he offered a sweet smile. "Enough talk. We can... discuss things later."
Bruce paused thoughtfully, wondering if it really did. The Joker was so contrary. It drove him nuts.
Why did everyone he care about annoy the hell out of him?
As these thoughts stomped through his head, he readied himself at the Joker's opening and pressed in gently, testing things out.
"Oh, Bruce," Joker groaned, his fingers snatching up the sheets underneath him. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips together in concentration.
Bruce bit his lower lip, closed his eyes and pushed in a little. Already it felt different with less friction. He groaned and hugged the Joker's legs tightly.
Joker's breathing was ragged, quickening as he arched further into Bruce's arms. He jaw tightened as he felt himself filled by his 'friend', trying to capture those cloudy blue eyes with his.
A sudden tightening of the Joker's muscles around him caused Bruce's eyes to snap open. He looked down at his. . . well, his lover, and was a little startled to see the Joker's deep green eyes open and alert. Bruce blinked, trying to reconcile this. His eyelids fluttered, threatening to close again. He moaned as a release, and heard his voice echo into the dark recesses of the cave.
Joker pressed back against Bruce, trying subconsciously to further press the warmth inside. "You... feel so good," he gasped. A hand reached out to touch the face of the man he loved, tracing the cheekbones with his fingertips.
"So do you." Bruce responded with a gentle smile. He tilted his head down to kiss the Joker's wrist, noticing that he was beginning to move more quickly into the Joker, as if some sort of resistance was gone. . . or perhaps he was just more eager.
"Good." Joker laughed breathlessly, unable to put a voice to his pathetic display of emotion. He whined and spread his legs further, pressing out against Bruce's hands. "More..."
Drawing on some kind of instinctual understanding of what to do, Bruce changed his movement to small thrusts, inching in and out of the Joker as he worked his way all the way in. It was so hard not to be greedy, so different from being with a woman, and yet there were things that remained the same. Already, however, this was the most intense intimate experience he'd ever had.
Joker let himself be swallowed by his physical feelings, groaning and moving along with Bruce. He kneaded the sheets under his empty hands, clawing for something solid to hold onto. The gentle rocking of their bodies brought his concentration into a center, clearing his mind of all worry for a couple of blessed moments.
The Clown Prince found out very quickly that he was paying attention to every last detail, clinging to the moment in vain hopes of having it last forever.
Joker reminded himself that forever was an extremely long time.
He didn't have forever.
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