*there are some sexual moments in this story, if you're under age or if you can't handle sexual story's please skip this one*
Be my Valentine
"Now Batsy~" Jack licks the chocolate off his glove covered fingertips. "Be patient." He chided.
"Hurry up." Bruce glared. He should not agree to have The Joker tie him up for a 'Valentines speh-cial' as the clown has put it. And at first he thought there would be torture involved. There wasn't.
It's worse than torture to watch your lover-enemy prance around in a lowcut black dress that is re-designed to show off his legs, ending by his knees. And Bruce has not even gotten his pants off.
Jack takes another chocolate candy and bites it, licking his fingers again. The purple latex gloves shining in the dim yellow light.
Bruce tries to distract himself by listening to the click-click of the Jack's high heels against the tile floor. It didn't work. The purple boots-they were either latex or leather-fits his legs perfectly. It hugs the curve of his lower leg and stretches up, until it disappears into the folds of his dress.
"Like what you see?" The Jack teases, sitting down on the queen-sized bed and looking Bruce in the eye.
His eyes are a dark, forest green that almost glows in the dark. The make up on his face is different from the usual messy grease paint.
A faint white powder has been applied instead, and his eyes are rimmed artfully by black kohl. His hair is still green, but less greasy and newly permed.
Blood red lipstick covers his lips and swivels up his cheeks in relation to the scars. He looks beautiful like this.
"Damn." Bruce whispers. "Be my valentine?" Jack grins and purrs "Every year, babe."
He presses a soft kiss against Bruce's lips, and pulls away before the bat could deepen it.
"No, no Brucey" He chides. "Don't wanna mess up my make up, now, do we?" He pulls the gloves off, placing them on the bed side table of this cosey little apartment he 'borrowed' for the night. The owners of this place are gonna have a 'nice' little surprise when they come back.
Dragging down Bruce's suit pants, Jack placed light, fluttering butterfly touches to the man's long and hard erection that stretches the fabric of his boxers.
"Excited?" He asks, licking his lips. "Hurry up." Bruce grins back. With Jack so busy here tonight-
"Oh!" Bruce gasps in surprise when cool air hits his cock and he feels a warm tongue on the head.
He watches, aroused and barely coherent with lust as red lips bobbed up and down, but never quite reaching his shaft.
Jack licks at the head like a lollipop, letting it slip in and out of his mouth while Bruce shifts restlessly and with lust beneath him.
Jack slips the bright red panties off, and flings it into a corner of the master bed room. It's brand new and the woman who brought it might never want to wear it again.
He lifts up his dress a bit, biting back a little moan as it brushes past his own length.
"Now, Bats-Bruce" Jack says, eyes bright. "I'm gonna sit on your cock. You want it?"
"Hurry up before I get myself out and stab you." Bruce growls.Jack snorts. "With what? Your meat batarang?"
And then they both laughed until they were exhausted.
"O-oh god-"
"Meat batarang! I can't believe-"
The skirt pooled around their legs as Jack sits on Bruce's lap, positioning his length against and into himself.
"It seems like I am doing all the work- ah!" He complains as he shifted in pain and pleasure until the large shaft is completely inside him.
"You can always untie me." Bruce smirks, and shifts to avoid coming right then when the Joker moves around.
The he pushes up- hard-
"Eh!" Jack squeaks, Bruce pushes up again and the clown pants, grinding his ass over Bruce's thighs as the skirt continues to tangle and shift.
"Dammit-" Bruce grunts as he finally pulls free of his bindings and grabs the Jack's gown, tearing it in places as he protested, only to be cut of by Bruce kissing him roughly.
"Not going fast enough for you?" He asks, eyes shining.
"No." Bruce smiles and finds that Jack is smiling back. "I want you." Bruce orders, and grips the Jack's hips hard enough to draw blood as he thrusts up, the clown gripping his hair and moaning incoherent thoughts into his shoulder.
The rutting was fast and powerful, the men clashing their bodies together, shrieking in pleasure.
A spot was hit in him and Jack sees stars.
White hot noise spreads through Bruce's mind and they were the only people left in this world.
Both spent, they lie, chest to chest as the world slowly comes back into focus.
"Wha, bats, that was just, whoa-" Jack chuckles weakly as Bruce flips him over so that he is on top, facing Jack.
"Up for round two yet?" Bruce asks. He will never have Jack ever question his playboy abilities.
"As ready as you are, Bats."
They smile...
