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Entry tags: | author: ragcat, chaptered story: the date, fanfic, knight vs anarchy round 8, rating: nc17, team anarchy |
Team Anarchy--Round 8--"The Date, Part II"--Fic
Original poster: ragcat
Title: The Date, Part II
Author: Ragcat
Prompt: "All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts." --As You Like It (Act II, Scene VII)
Word Count: 4028
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman/Bruce Wayne or the Joker, or Nolanverse or DC Comics anything.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, description of sex acts, language, some violence
Summary: Part II of "The Date", in this chapter, Bruce makes another date and it has a much desired outcome.
Link to "The Date, Part I":
http://community.livejournal.com/batman
Link to "The Date, Part III":
http://community.livejournal.com/batman
Collette Dupree was feeling good. She had finally succeeded in wangling a date with the handsome and rich--the very rich--playboy, Bruce Wayne, and she just knew something really great was going to happen tonight. They'd have dinner, perhaps go dancing afterward, and sooner or later, they'd end up at his place. And then....yum. That man had the most gorgeous eyes. And lips. And, that bulge in his crotch looked absolutely delicious. She could work with that, she knew she could.
Bruce Wayne was notoriously unobtainable, but Collette was undeterred. She thought she might have a different angle, a new take on an old problem. She knew what men liked, but more importantly, she knew what they needed. And she was good at giving it to them. Bruce Wayne was just a man, after all. He could be had--she just had to figure out the proper role to play. Whore? Madonna? Mommy? She didn't care--she'd make his dreams come true, and then he'd be hers. Why not? He had to fold sometime.
She put the final touches on her long dark hair, checked how her tight black dress hugged her perfect little figure--hard-won after many months of strict calorie restriction and tedious hours in the gym, plus a little lipo and breast augmentation surgery--sprayed a good-luck dose of perfume on her throat and cleavage, and strutted confidently out the door.
* * *
Like a cat wanting petting, Collette backed up to Bruce and pulled her hair away from her neck to reveal he zipper pull on her dress. She shot an arch glance over her shoulder, smiled dreamily, and shimmied her shoulders to encourage Bruce to take the pull in hand and slide it down, the enclosure tightly following the length of her spine.
Bruce gave a quiet sigh and began the move that would inexorably lead to yet another awkward and inelegant bout of unsatisfying sex with someone he was neither attracted to nor intrigued by, and which would ultimately create resentment for her and guilt for him. As Collette shimmied again, this time to send the dress down over her arms and past her hips to drop into a shiny satin pool around her feet, Bruce felt the cold fingers of dismay and regret take hold of his heart and squeeze it like a grapefruit.
He watched as the very lovely young woman stepped away from him, giving him ample opportunity to appreciate the way her lacy black bra cupped her full breasts and her sleek thong accentuated her flat tummy and rounded hips before she smilingly slipped out of them. He was just resigning himself to his role in the inevitable performance--that of appreciative suitor and valiant lover--when something absolutely wonderful happened.
He coughed.
Collette was a health-conscious person. In fact, it would not be overstating the facts to say that Collette was germ-phobic. And a hypochondriac. And a tad obsessive/compulsive. The beautiful brunette dropped her lash-batting, hip-swaying behavior and shot a narrow-eyed look of dark suspicion at Bruce.
"Are you all right, Brucie?" she asked, trying not to betray her fears.
The girl's reaction was not lost on the billionaire. Bruce considered. There might be a plausible way out of this after all....
"Uh...yes, (cough) yes, but I think I may have a little cold (cough) coming on, sorry!"
"Really? Gosh, do you have a fever or anything?" the girl asked, sounding slightly wary around the edges of her concern.
"Oh, I doubt it! (cough, followed by slight wheeze) But, now that you mention it, I do feel a little warm...would you mind checking my forehead?" Bruce asked, innocently proffering the area to her ministration.
Collette was unaware that her upper lip had briefly curled into a sneer of distaste (sending Bruce's heart into a swell of happiness) before she girded her loins and bravely strode forward to gingerly place her cool hand on the billionaire's warm forehead. God damn it. She had been playing this fish for weeks and she'd be darned if a little thing like double-pneumonia or influenza was going to stand between her and a possible lifetime of riches (she again reminded herself to be careful when presented with the pre-nup; she'd have to get her daddy the lawyer to send a counter-proposal) and by golly, she would stand tall and play mommy if that was what it would take to get him where she wanted him.
She was grateful to note that the handsome man before her seemed to be of normal temperature.
"I think you're ok, Brucie! You feel fine to me--actually, you feel absolutely wonderful!" she cooed, back to shimmy-mode.
"Great! (cough, fake sneeze without use of hand or tissue) That's good. Listen, let me go see if I have some Thera-flu or something, that might make my throat feel better."
"Your...throat?" she asked squeamishly.
"Uh-huh, it's been kind of sore and scratchy all day. I was so looking forward to our date that I just kind of put it out of my mind! But, now that I think about it, I'd better take something so that it doesn't interfere with our, um, evening, don't you agree?" Bruce gave a charming smile, coughed again, and gracefully stepped around the half-naked beauty to check his medicine cabinet. While he was in the bathroom, he managed to blow his nose, long and loudly, before making quite a show of fumbling around, looking for some over-the-counter elixir. He coughed once more, following up with a pathetic groan for good measure, and when he returned to the bedroom, he found Collette acrobatically reaching around behind herself, zipping up her little black dress.
"What are you doing, sweetie?" Bruce asked solicitously.
"Oh, well, uh....honestly, Brucie, I just don't think you're up to a romantic evening, you know? You really sound like you need to be in bed...alone. Now, I would stay and look after you, but you do have a butler, right? And there's no sense in both of us coming down with something, I mean really, you might need me to bring you some chicken soup or cough drops or something, and it would be a shame if I was laid up, too, right? So, I'll just be going, now you take care of yourself, ok? I'll give you a call tomorrow, maybe you'll have a chance to go to the doctor by then, find out if you're contagious, hm? Ok, well, bye now!" Collette waved as cutely as she could muster and gave a final bat of her long dark lashes.
Bruce's grin turned into a full-fledged smile as the slinky brunette slipped out of his bedroom without another word. Relieved, he sank into his easy chair, and celebrated by flipping on the television, looking for a medical show. If he was lucky, Bruce Wayne just might find a chronic condition to contract, one that is brought on by over-exposure to silicone breast implants and Chanel No.5.
* * *
The Joker had a gun in his hand and a smile on his face. This was going to be good.
He was just about to approach the semi-conscious man slumped in the chair when his phone rang. Irritated, he started to ignore it, then decided to check the number. Hmm. Didn't recognize it....
"Yeah?" he snapped, gesturing to his henchman to attend to the stupefied man.
"Uh...hello? Is this, uh, J?" Bruce had no other name by which he could call him without revealing his secret.
"Yeah." The Joker held the phone a couple of inches away from his mouth, barking orders at his assistant. However, Bruce could still hear the clown's remarks perfectly well. "Hey, tighter...No, tie 'im TIGHTER, what, you wanna take a chance on him getting away? Yeah, who is this?"
"This is, uh, Bruce, from the other night? I met you through the, um, escort agency?"
"Huh?....Listen, the red one's the gag, the other one goes over his eyes, can't you do anything right?....Escort agency? Oh, yeah! The pansy needing his cherry popped, now I remember, how ya doin', bud?....Dammit, he's gonna suffocate if you do it like that, pull it down lower!"
"Uhhh...well, I'm ok....You know, I don't like it when you call me a...what are you, uh, doing, anyway?"
"What, me? Nothing...just a little, heh, play we're putting on, don't mind me....Get the smelling salts. I don't want him to pass out before we...uh, yeah, pal, whatcha need?"
"A play? That doesn't sound like a play...."
"Oh, yeah, I volunteer down at the community theater every so often, we're doing 'Death of a Salesman', heh-heh."
"I don't recall anyone being bound and gagged in that play...."
"Yeah, well, we're doing an updated version, going for a grittier, more visceral approach, it's kind of avant-garde...Jesus H. Christ, what the hell are you gonna do, tickle him to death? I mean it man, you gotta put some power into it or he's never gonna crack, crank up the amps a little higher...anyhoo, so, you want to take another shot at it, do ya?"
"Well...yes, I think so."
"Great! I'm a little, ha, tied up right now, well, somebody is anyway, but how about later tonight?"
"Ok." Bruce flinched as a strangled scream pierced his eardrum through the phone connection.
"Same place?...NOW yer talkin'! Keep going, he's finally starting to pay attention!"
"Y-yes, that's right."
"Ok! Well, make like an airplane and prepare to be boarded! Ha-ha, hoo, boy, I'm a riot, aren't I? Listen, I'll see you later, then."
"Uh-huh. Thanks."
"Yeah, good....Say, is he turning blue? Gosh, I've never seen THAT before, how'd you do that? Good job!...." Click.
Bruce snapped shut his phone, chewing his lower lip worriedly. He could NOT let himself get distracted. Batman had the night off, and whoever the poor unfortunate was that the Joker had in his clutches, he would have to fend for himself.
Bruce would not be playing a dual role tonight.
* * *
Bruce paced in his hotel room, the tension building in the back of his neck as the minutes ticked by. He could not believe he had actually taken the "Joker" card out of his wallet--for the hundredth time--smoothed it out a little more--for the hundredth time--and actually picked up his phone--for the first time. He had been fighting this battle with himself ever since the night the Joker showed up at his door, and now he had finally given in.
Actually, the fight had begun even before that. The first time, the very first time, he had faced this hidden part of himself was when he sat across the interrogation table from the clown in garish whiteface and verbally sparred with him just before physically laying into him. He'd never forget the slightness of the assassin as he picked him up and slammed him onto the table, the surprising substance of his body against his as he forced him against the wall, or the smell of him, all greasepaint, perspiration and gasoline, so disturbing yet so enticing....
The nightmares began after that, not the kind where he was being chased or threatened, but the kind where he was seeking something that couldn't be found....
Yes, he could have gone to a gay bar and picked someone up. But he didn't want "someone"...he wanted him. Why, he didn't know. But it was a yearning, a craving, a hunger he could no longer ignore. And as he made his way to open the door following the rapid-fire knock presaging the clown's arrival, he did know one thing. When that man walked into the room they would play their parts, perform the act, and when the curtain fell, Bruce Wayne would finally know who the hell he really was.
* * *
"Ha-ha, heh-heh-heh, oh, brother, we're going to have a big time tonight!" The Joker raised an eyebrow and gave a lascivious wink and lick of his lips as he waved a bottle of wine by way of greeting on his way into Bruce's hotel suite. He wore no makeup and had on a plain white t-shirt with his sport coat slung over his shoulder, but the purple pin-striped trousers looked disturbingly familiar to Bruce.
The Joker caught Bruce's gaze and glanced down at himself.
"Oh, yeah, sorry I didn't bother to dress up for ya, but I figured we weren't going to have our clothes on for long anyway, am I right? Ha-ha-ha...."
"That's all right. What's that...stain on your pants, there?"
"This? Oh, I dropped a cheeseburger, that's ketchup...whadya think it was, blood?"
"No, no, I just thought, if you wanted to, you know, try to wash it out or something...."
"Naw, I'll take 'em to the cleaners later, no problem. So, you wanna do the small talk thing first, or just get right down to business?" Bruce noticed for the first time that the Joker carried a beat-up leather case and that he had opened it on the nightstand by the bed. He began taking items out of it and laying them out in an orderly fashion, like a doctor preparing for surgery.
"What's all...that?" Bruce asked apprehensively. He came to stand beside his guest and observed the box of condoms and tube of lubricant with a thrill of both unease and excitement. His level of stress increased considerably as the Joker continued to bring out more objects--some kind of massage oil, that didn't seem too bad, but then out came an unreasonably large purple dildo followed by antibiotic cream, bandages and some latex gloves, all of which sent Bruce's eyebrows crashing into his hairline.
"Now, just a minute! What the hell are you doing with those things? Surely you don't think...."
"Aw, relax, tough guy! This is my emergency back-up kit, I was just looking for...now where is it...oh, yeah, here we go. Ta-da!" The Joker triumphantly reached down deep in his case, brought out two packages of Mallomar cookies, and placed them next to the wine.
"There, now that's a feast. I figured I'd do something nice since it's your first time and all. You can't get these just whenever you want you know, they're seasonal. I keep 'em in my freezer for special occasions...." The scarred man grinned cheerfully at his about-to-be sex partner, and scooped all the disturbing items but the condoms and lube back into the case.
"Oh, uh-huh. Well, thanks...I'll get some glasses." Bruce hastily headed to the wet bar, grateful for the chance to catch his breath. He returned with two glasses and found that the Joker had already opened the bottle. He poured them each a serving.
The Joker raised his glass in a toast.
"Here's to a first time...for everything, eh?"
"Yes...I guess so." Bruce clinked his glass, trying not to think about what was to come, when the skinny blond pulled him into an embrace and kissed him. The taste of the wine on the Joker's warm mouth was delicious, and the feel of the Joker's demanding tongue exploring the dark-haired man's mouth sent shivers down his back, straight to his crotch. They grappled with each other for a long moment, then they set their glasses on the nightstand. Bruce gasped in surprise when the other man reached down and took him in his hand.
"Oh!" he said, steadying himself by grabbing the Joker's shoulders. The blond seemed to know just how to gather all of Bruce's equipment into his hand and squeeze without hurting him....
"Ok, pal, just relax...you've been wanting this, haven't you? You've been thinking about it for a long time...."
"Yes...."
"I know. Don't worry, I'll take care of ya. I do know what I'm doing, you know that, right?"
"Yes...I believe you do...." Bruce murmured, surprised to find so much comfort in that slightly disturbing thought.
"Take off your clothes...." directed the Joker firmly.
The men broke the embrace and both stripped down to their underwear. The Joker pushed Bruce onto the bed and lay down on top of him, kissing and gently biting him on his neck and shoulders. The sensations, alternately soft and sharp, sent little bursts of electricity through Bruce's nervous system.
He tensed when he felt a strong hand slip into his underwear. Calloused fingers grasped his manhood, but he found himself slowly relaxing as the stroking began and that warm tongue was returned to his mouth. The room was quiet, the only sounds were of their own making and the low soundtrack of the city's noises rumbling outside the walls. Bruce soon began kissing back, and running his own hand down to explore the other man's lithe body.
The Joker's practiced hand slid lower, taking his balls and rolling them together, bringing a moan from low in the powerfully-built man's throat. He felt his underwear being tugged at, and he raised his hips, allowing the garment to be pulled down past his knees. He worked his legs out of the confines of the fabric and took a deep breath, trying not to visualize the scene of himself lying naked beneath a scarred, murderous clown, while at the same time wishing there were a mirror on the ceiling....
"What...what's your name?" he whispered as the Joker sucked at his nipple.
"Call me Jack, if ya want," he answered off-handedly.
"Ok...Jack...um, that feels really good..."
"Yeah, I gathered," the clown smirked, amused, as he regarded Bruce's straining erection. "Here, let's see what you think about this...." Jack reached over to the nightstand and took a squeeze from the tube of lubricant onto his fingers. He proceeded to find Bruce's entrance and slipped one long, slender finger inside him.
"Oh, jeeze...." Bruce gasped, startled by the intensity of the sensation.
"Relax, relax...you're gonna like this, just give me a second...." Jack probed deeper, keeping a firm arm around Bruce's waist as he searched for his client's prostate. When he hit it, Bruce arched his back eagerly. Another finger, some gentle thrusting, the feeling of being opened up, stretched...."Oh, God," Bruce moaned, feeling wonderfully helpless in the arms of his paid lover.
"You ready for the big time?" Jack eventually asked in a stage whisper.
"You mean...."
"Yeah, that's what you're payin' me for, remember?"
"I...yes, ok. I'm ready."
" 'K. Listen, can you turn around?"
"Oh...you mean...?" Bruce didn't particularly want to turn his back on the Joker under any circumstances, including this one....
"No, no, I mean, move so that your head is at the other end of the bed. You can stay on your back, I don't mind lookin' at ya while we fuck."
"Uh...ok, but...why?" Bruce couldn't think of any sexual position that would be improved by him lying on the opposite end of the bed, but maybe he was just uninformed.
"There's a game on, and I don't get this station at my place. Do ya mind?"
Bruce was flabbergasted.
"Well, kind of! I mean--you're actually going to watch television while we...."
"Oh, don't worry, I'm great at multitasking, you'll have my full attention when necessary...."
"You know, for someone who values his performance rating, you're not great in the customer service department...."
"Hey, I came all the way back over here to give you some personal service for just a little extra charge...."
"You said no extra charge!"
"I did? Oh, well, fine. Look, I'll leave the sound off...." The Joker clicked the TV on, and muted the sound. "How's that?"
"Oh, for heaven's sake. Fine. Let's do this, shall we?" Bruce was now feeling a sense of urgency; having accepted the idea of this act taking place, he was just about ready to get the show on the road.
"You got it, gorgeous."
Jack stood beside the bed and slipped off his underwear. "Here, stick this under your ass," he ordered, handing Bruce a pillow. Jack climbed back on the bed and knelt between Bruce's legs, then worked a condom onto his erection. Bruce averted his eyes and stared studiously out the window. He felt rather like he did in the dentist's chair, trying not to look at the instruments on the tray....the blond slathered on a generous dollop of lubricant and without further ado, the Joker proceeded to deflower Bruce Wayne.
* * *
Bruce--bottom slightly sore, legs slightly achy from being held apart too long, lay beside Jack, feeling dazed, stunned and utterly satisfied in a way he had never dreamed possible. The size of the Joker's penis was absolutely startling, and he was quite convinced that there was no way such a thing could possibly ever fit in his body, especially there, but to his happy amazement, after a little bit of anxiety and a mildly wrenching pain as the Joker thrust into him for the very first time, everything seemed to fit together beautifully.
He stared up at the ceiling, oblivious to the fact that his bedmate was happily lying on his stomach, chin propped on his hand, deeply absorbed in the game on the television. Bruce gradually came back to awareness, and a slow grin crossed his face.
It was everything he had ever wanted, and more. That was it--he would give no more unconvincing performances to the beautiful women who threw themselves at him. Life was too short....He turned over and ran his hand down the bony back of his lover.
"That was incredible...I had no idea it would be like that..." Bruce kissed Jack in the spot where his neck and shoulder met, then nuzzled closer to him.
"Good. Weeell, the game's over, so I'll just be on my way...nice to meet you and all that, don't hesitate to call if you want another date, although they charge extra if you request a particular associate....I guess you can afford it, though!" The Joker started to roll off the bed, only to be stopped by Bruce's strong grasp on his upper arm.
"Hold on there. I paid for the "Whole Enchilada" package, remember?"
"So?"
"So, lay down, we're not done," Bruce growled commandingly. The Joker stared. That voice...where had he heard that voice? He couldn't remember, but it hit him in the groin like an electric current.
"Uh...you mean...?"
"That's right, 'pal', it's my turn...." Bruce yanked the clown down onto his back.
"Look, I didn't sign up for this, I'm more of a pitcher than a receiver...."
"Uh-huh, well, that's too bad. The fee I paid entitles me to a 'full spectrum of services....'" Bruce reached for a condom and the lube.
"But...." The Joker attempted to squirm out from under Bruce's weight, now that he was on top of him, but in spite of his deceptive strength, he was no match for Bruce's larger, heavier, well-trained muscles and he found himself firmly pinned to the bed by the shoulders.
Bruce slipped on the condom and applied lube on himself while straddling the Joker's midsection.
"You're kind of heavy there, big guy."
"Sorry, I just didn't want to have to waste any energy wrestling with you. I have a feeling I'm going to need my strength if I'm going to get my money's worth."
"Money's worth?" the Joker asked delicately.
"Oh, yeah. What was that hilarious line of yours--oh, yes, prepare to be boarded...."
"Oh, God."
Bruce masterfully pulled Jack into a more comfortable position for him to slip his well-slicked member into the other's hot, tight entrance. He was delighted by how eager Jack became once he was sheathed deep inside him, suddenly writhing sensuously under him, welcomingly pushing his hips up to meet Bruce's hard, unforgiving thrusts. One thought made its way into the billionaire's otherwise sex-fogged mind--he'd made no mistake in casting his co-star.
* * *
"So, big guy. No complaints?" asked the Joker, his cheek against Bruce's chest, as he languidly ran his fingertips through the hairs on Bruce's taut belly.
"Well, other than you calling me names and watching television while we, you know, did it, no, it was great."
"Satisfied customer?"
"Yes."
"All questions answered? All mysteries revealed?"
"Uh-huh, sex-wise, anyway."
"Was it worth it?"
"Every penny...pal."
The pair smiled at each other as they sat up to sip their wine and munch their Mallomars.
It was the perfect end to a perfect act.