overlithe (overlithe) wrote in batmanjoker, @ 2009-05-10 12:02:00 |
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Current location: | USA, baby |
Current mood: | contemplative |
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Entry tags: | author: ragcat, chaptered story: the date, fanfic, knight vs anarchy round 9, rating: r, team anarchy |
Team Anarchy--Round 9--"The Date, Part III"--Fic
Original poster: ragcat
Title: "The Date, Part III"
Author: Ragcat
Prompt: Carve your name into my arm--Every Me and Every You (Placebo)
Word Count: 725
Disclaimer: I don't own Batman or Joker, or Nolanverse or DC Comics anything.
Rating: Strong R
Warnings: Slash, sex, language
Summary: The Joker really enjoyed his date with Bruce.
Links to previous chapters:
Part V: http://community.livejournal.com/batman
Part IV: http://community.livejournal.com/batman
Part II: http://community.livejournal.com/batman
Part I: http://community.livejournal.com/batman
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The hotel security manager lay in a heap in a corner of the camera room. He wasn't dead--the Joker had simply bashed him over the head, shoved him out of his chair, and taken his place in front of the multi-screen console. The clown was busily clicking through video images, looking for the camera that would have been trained on the parking garage the night before.
The Joker shifted uncomfortably in the seat, trying to find a position that relieved the direct pressure on his anus. Much to his own surprise, he had allowed "Bruce", or whoever the hell he was, to fuck the living daylights out of him on their date last night, leaving him sore and raw. And, curious...he'd heard that voice before, he knew he had, but he just couldn't place it, not with that face. Maybe if he could take a look at the guy's car, run his license plate number, he could get some answers.
He identified the correct camera and began the tedious business of clicking through several hours of incredibly boring footage, looking for his client from the night before. He grinned a little as he thought back to their coupling--the guy was a damn virgin with guys, but he sure as hell got the hang of things in a hurry. The Joker knew he'd never forget the way the man had commanded him to lie on the bed, forced his legs apart, thrown them over his shoulders and entered him without a second thought, the way he had taken control, not just physically, but psychologically as well, his eyes, the expression on his face, and that VOICE, that goddamn voice, ordering him onto his back, taking him like he was a prize, or a spoil of war or something....
Not that he'd minded, ultimately. No...it had, in actuality, been fucking fantastic, some of the best sex he'd ever had, really....deep, hard thrusting that hit him right on the prostate, the strong hands holding him down, then grasping his hips, twisting and turning him like he was a piece of clay the brunet was shaping for his own pleasure, taking him to a level of ecstasy he'd sort of forgotten existed over the last few years. Making him moan and keen, pleading for more--harder! FASTER--and the cheeky fucker goddamn giving it to him, just the way he liked it...just the way he...needed it.
He didn't want to hurt the guy.
He wanted to thank him.
Yeah, that was it, he'd find him, contact him, and arrange another date. He'd tell him...um, what? He'd tell him he'd enjoyed the hell out of their evening together, tell him he kind of restored his faith in fucking, you know? Reminded him that it could be something more than a job....then, he'd tie him up and WORK THE BASTARD OVER WITH A FREAKIN' BILLY CLUB until he told him WHERE THE HELL THEY'D MET BEFORE and...oh, godDAMN it, it was driving him crazy. But....
NO!...No. He'd be nice. He'd sweet-talk him, yeah, get to know him, and he'd ease him along until he slipped up, the fool'd say something telling, and then he'd figure it out. Then, he'd kill him! Or...fuck him. Or both! It depended....
Or...shit. Those eyes...that body...the way he'd held the Joker after fucking him, it had been so nice, it had been so long since he'd relaxed around anybody like that...and, the guy was funny! And kind of sweet, in a weird way, and really respectful, you know? Even though he was paying him to get laid, he still treated him like a person, it was unusual. Classy.
The Joker liked that.
He was clicking through the images so quickly, he almost rushed past the one he was looking for due to his musings. He hastily backtracked and looked carefully at the dark-haired man. Yes, that was him. Handsome, well-dressed, a confident air about him, striding away from his car as if he owned the place, yet vulnerable, somehow...the Joker took the footage back a little further and was able to make out the license plate number, which he jotted down.
He'd find out the man's name and he'd get together with him again.
Damn it. "Bruce" was the kind of guy...the kind of guy who got under your skin. Or...fucking into it.
Like a razor blade....