Author's note: This is my new smut series. It follows on from my other smut series 'Sucker for Pain', and I'm going to be updating it as and when the need takes me. It'll be marked as complete because each chapter can stand-alone and there's no particular plot so there's no particular ending. If there's something you'd to see in this series, please let me know and I'll do my best to accommodate it. Otherwise, please enjoy.

Please note, this is very m-rated and features explicit M/M sex. If that's not your thing, I suggest you stop reading now. For everyone else though, please carry on.

Give and Take

Bruce eased his foot off the gas pedal, slowing the Lamborghini down to a speed that was only just over the limit. He was excited in a way that he could never admit aloud, adrenaline coursing through his veins like a drug, but wouldn't do to make his approach too obvious, not yet at least. He was already pushing it by driving such an expensive, loud car, but the Lamborghini was fast – which he knew would be crucial for his plan - and it was at least less obvious than driving his Batmobile.

The last thing he wanted was to be recognised as Batman after he did what he was about to do.

Not that he wanted to be recognised as Bruce Wayne either. He adjusted his black balaclava across his face again, still a little uncomfortable with the outfit – which made him look more like a bank robber than anything else – and focused back on the road. Black-gloved hands gripped the steering wheel as he tried to calm down in the face of such overwhelming anticipation. He could see the truck – a no doubt heavily guarded prison transport truck – up ahead, supported by two additional police cars for extra security, one in front, and the other one at the back.

And inside the transport truck, no doubt fully aware of what he was planning, was his prize.

Bruce focused again and shifted in his seat. The two support police cars wouldn't be much of a problem, Bruce told himself. Neither would the truck really. The problem, he knew, would be when he encountered the prisoner that the truck was trying to contain.

His prize.

Joker.

His arch-enemy.

And for the past few months, his lover. His very willing, insane, but desperate-for-more lover.

Most prisoners were transported together on buses, with minimal but ultimately sufficient security. This particular prisoner would've laughed if they'd tried that with him, and then he would have slaughtered them all and escaped with ease. The Joker hadn't killed anyone in while, but that didn't mean he wasn't still capable. Of course, it also helped that the clown was still completely fucking insane…

Bruce shook his head and wondered if he was insane too for wanting to do this.

Batman had always had a bit of a blind-spot when it came to the Joker, but even he has to admit that breaking him out of the back of a prison transport truck just to have sex with him was probably taking it a bit too far…

Too late now, he supposed, shifting in his seat as his growing erection refused to subside. He could hardly come this far and not follow through. His desires simply wouldn't allow him to.

Gripping the steering wheel tightly, Bruce pressed down on the accelerator again. It was time to speed up. This stretch of road was wide but isolated. It was near enough to the next town that help would come quickly, but not near enough for that help to come in time to prevent his escape.

Perfect.

With one hand on the wheel, Bruce reached to his passenger seat and grabbed his handgun. The next step would need precision timing. After all, he didn't want to kill anyone. He just needed them out of the way.

His Lamborghini was only metres behind the police precession now, but he saw no hint that they saw him as a threat. Probably thought he was just a rich kid, riding fast for the thrill of it. Not too far from the truth actually, although Bruce was planning on a slightly more risqué way to satisfy his need for excitement once this was over.

Bruce shifted slightly in his seat as his dick started to swell in anticipation and forced himself to concentrate on the task at hand. He revved the car loudly, overtaking on the left. He would need to time this perfectly.

Three, two, one…

He aimed his gun and fired outside his driver side window, aiming for the wheels - it took only two shots for him to take out both of the left side tires on the trailing police car. As he had hoped, the car skidded away to a violent stop, but did not flip over. The men inside would be dazed but fine.

Now for the front car.

Obviously the front car would have heard the shots and the screeching of wheels, but Bruce didn't give them any time to do anything. Instead, he sped up, fully overtook the truck, and did the same to the front police car.

It took him three shots this time, but the result was the same. The lead police car veered off to one side, skidding to a stop and causing the truck to slam on its brakes. Just as Bruce had anticipated. He pressed his foot onto the brake pedal of his own car, skidding to a halt. The he swung into action, putting down his gun and grabbing his next weapon.

A tranquiliser gun.

The officers from the first police car were already climbing out, so Bruce shot them both from fifty yards away. The tranqs, he knew from experience, would keep them down long enough for him to do what he needed to do.

The other two police officers from the second car, guns already in their hands, were just as easy to take down, perhaps because they simply hadn't recognised the threat posed by single man in bright orange Lamborghini until it was too late. The driver and passenger in the prison transport were easy to deal with as well, but the officers who he knew would be sat in the back of the truck guarding the prisoner – at least two – would probably pose a bit more of a challenge, especially since there was no way they would not be prepared for him.

Still, he'd got this far, and at least – with the six officers he'd literally put to sleep already – he had a little time to think.

Of course, in the end, he didn't need to.

Suddenly, he could hear a rustling, then a banging, coming from the back of the truck, followed by a few yells. A scream. It went on for about thirty seconds, a lifetime, and then…

Silence.

Bruce was just about to blow open the back doors and find out what was going on, threat be damned, when he heard it.

"Oh, Batsy…" came the call from inside. Bruce should have been surprised that the clown had managed to overcome his guards, but he wasn't. "Is that you? Have you come to rescue little old me?"

Bruce just rolled his eyes and set to work opening the back of the truck. He could only hope the Joker hadn't killed anyone.

As Bruce sped away from the scene in his Lamborghini, he glanced at the Joker, who was slumped unconscious in the passenger seat. Bruce had knocked the clown out as soon as he'd seen him in the back of that truck surrounded by blood. The man hadn't killed his guards, thankfully, but it had been close, so Bruce had left the numerous chains on him as well. No sense in taking any more risks, he reasoned. Anyway, he was starting to get a few interesting ideas that involved those chains…

Bruce shifted in his seat again and forced himself to focus. He needed to get to his checkpoint and switch out the car. Then, and only then, would he allow himself to relax.

Only then would he allow himself to finally have his fun.

Switching cars took longer than Bruce had anticipated but it still wasn't long before he arrived back at the empty warehouse that he'd scoped out weeks ago specifically for today's purposes. It was isolated, it was abandoned, and most importantly of all, it had absolutely no ties to either Batman or Bruce Wayne.

He could do what he wanted here, and no one would be any the wiser.

He could make the Joker scream.

Speaking of which, Bruce glanced over to the corner of the vast empty room, where he'd left the Joker lying spread-eagled on a double bed he'd brought here weeks ago, unconscious and still tied up in his chains. Bruce had removed most of them so that he could get the Joker naked, but had no intention of leaving them off. Not until he'd had his fun at least.

Joker was lying on his back, and the man's legs and arms were spread wide, his wrists and ankles chained to each corner of the bed. There were chains across Joker's chest as well, but his head and neck were relatively free to move if necessary, and his crotch…

Well, Bruce had taken special care to make sure that access to that area was well and truly unrestricted…

From a distance Bruce watched and waited, anticipation growing in his chest, desperation for the Joker to wake up so that they could finally get started. He'd considered starting without the man, but he'd quickly decided that if he was going to do this properly, he needed the Joker to know exactly who was dominating him.

Taking him.

Almost an hour later, when the Jokers' eyes finally began to flicker open, Bruce immediately made his way over to the bed, shedding his balaclava as he went. He needed the Joker to see his face. He needed the Joker to know exactly who had him at his mercy.

"Ah, Bats," the clown mumbled as he slowly woke up. "Was it really necessary to knock me out?"

"Yes," Bruce replied bluntly, staring down at his naked prize with barely concealed arousal.

"Well, I suppose I should thank you," the clown continued, clearly amused rather than intimidated by his captor. "I was innocent of the charges of course, but it's still nice to be able to avoid the jail time. Although I can't say I'm ecstatic about the chains..."

"You will be," Bruce promised. The Joker definitely hadn't been innocent of the crimes he'd been accused of, but at the moment, Bruce didn't care. In fact, since he and the Joker had begun fucking each other whenever the need arose, he hadn't really cared about anything else.

"You planning on letting me go then, Brucey?" Joker said, jangling his chains. "So that we can have some fun?"

"No," Bruce replied. "But that doesn't mean we can't have some fun as well. In fact…"

With his eyes fixed firmly on the clown, Bruce began to pull of his black jumper. Then his undershirt. Then his pants.

When he was standing in only his boxers, Bruce moved closer and fixed his eyes on Joker.

"You're mine, Joker," Bruce said. He saw a faint flicker of surprise followed swiftly by arousal. "You're exactly where I want you, exactly how I want you. I'll let you go when I want to and not a minute sooner."

"Oh, bats…" Joker squirmed half-heartedly, but the chains held. Bruce knew from one quick look at the man's hardening cock that he was more than a little interested in the proceedings.

"Now," Bruce continued. "Be a good boy and just enjoy the show."

Joker moaned as Bruce pushed his boxers down and stepped out of them. Fully naked now, Bruce took himself in his hand and began to jerk slowly. Deliberately keeping his eyes on the Joker, Bruce began to moan loudly from his position at the side of the bed.

"Mmm," he groaned. "That feels so good."

He wanted the Joker to imagine exactly how good it felt. He wanted the Joker to lose control. To beg…

"Bats…" Joker growled, struggling against the chains.

"Oh, Joker…" Bruce moaned, pulling harder, faster. He lifted his gaze to meet the Joker's desperate eyes. "It might not be your hand, but you're the one doing this to me. Having you here watching me, at my mercy…"

He moaned again, this one a little less deliberate. God, this was so hot…

Bruce sped up his hand, used his other hand to cup his balls.

"Bruce, please," Joker repeated. "Touch me. God, please touch me."

"Not yet," Bruce said, noting the Joker's rock hard erection. The man was leaking pre-cum, and Bruce ached to taste it. But…not yet….

"Bruce, please," Joker said. Bruce almost came at the sound of desperation in the other man's voice.

Bruce smiled. Begging already. Excellent.

Bruce moved to the edge of the bed and bent forward, hand still gripped on his own cock. He moved level with Joker's dick, but instead of making contact, he just blew on it softly. Joker thrust upwards but the tip of his cock only met air.

"Fuck!" Joker said, hips bucking wildly. "Just fucking do something."

"Beg," Bruce told him calmly, his mouth inches away from Joker's dick. "I want you to beg."

"Please," mewled the Joker desperately. "God, I'll…fuck, just please do something...anything…"

Bruce smiled. He was a little surprised that it had only taken a minute or two to break the Joker, but he supposed that it had been a few weeks since the two of them had last been together. Apparently Joker had missed their encounters as much as he had.

Smirking, Bruce drew his attention back to Joker's rock-hard, straining cock.

He had never sucked a man off before he'd met the Joker, but it hadn't taken him long to learn how to be good at it. And by this point in their relationship, he'd definitely had plenty of practice.

Moving slowly, Bruce opened his lips and took one last brief look at the wonderful desperation in the Joker's eyes before taking the thick cock into his mouth.

Immediately he began to suck without restraint. His teeth scraped the underside of the Joker's member as he sucked and licked but the clown only seemed to get more aroused. Bruce knew he should feel ashamed that he was servicing a convicted killer like this, but the truth was, he loved the dirtiness of it all. He loved how much he shouldn't love it.

"Fuck…" Joker said. "That's it…fuck…"

The clown was babbling already, and Bruce could feel the man's dick twitch deep in his mouth. He didn't want Joker to cum just yet though. He had other plans; plans that needed the Joker's dick to be nice and wet…

Bruce pulled off with a pop and stood at the side of the bed again. The Joker mewled at the loss of a mouth on his dick.

"Patience," Bruce murmured.

Bruce had already determined, with the position the Joker was in at the moment, that there was no way in hell Bruce was going to be able to get proper access to the Joker's most intimate area – not without releasing the Joker's legs, which he didn't want to do given the Joker's unpredictability- so for now, that left only one real option.

It was a good job he'd prepared for it.

Well aware that the Joker's eyes were on him, Bruce turned around so that his back and his ass were directly in the Joker's limited line of sight. Then he reached back and circled a finger against his hole. The resistance he met was not due to tightness, but rather something else.

"Oh…Brucey," Joker moaned as realisation hit. "You didn't…"

Bruce gripped the end of the butt plug he'd inserted into himself earlier, and began to pull it out slowly. He'd placed there himself hours ago, even before he'd stepped into his bright orange Lamborghini to rescue the Joker. Thinking about having sex with the Joker had been arousing, but actually having a butt plug sitting in his ass the entire time he was driving, shooting, rescuing…it had been indescribable.

"Fuck…"

Finally, the plug came out with a pop, and his slick ass clenched, already desperate to be filled again. But with the Joker still tied up and at his mercy, it would at least be on his terms.

He gave his own rock hard dick a jerk as he finally climbed onto the bed, straddling the Joker's hips. The Joker was mumbling now, incoherent in his desperation for release.

"I'm going to take what I want, Joker," Bruce said, as shifted slightly and moved into position, facing Joker, with his ass hanging over the clown's rock hard cock. "You might enjoy it, you might not, but I don't really care either way."

Then Bruce began to sink down.

It was the burn he liked most of all, as the Joker's cock sank inch by inch into his tight walls. He liked the pain, and he liked the power he had over the Joker. If he chose not to move, he knew that the Joker would find it excruciating.

Bruce moaned deeply as the Joker's cock filled and stretched his tight ass, but he barely gave himself – or the Joker – any to adjust to the overwhelming heat before he began to rock up and down.

"Fuck…"

He could already tell that the Joker was too close to care about rhythm. Bruce gripped his rock hard, slick erection and pumped hard and fast, chasing his own release. It was a race now, something that was obvious to the Joker as well judging by his erratic thrusts up into Bruce.

Bruce rolled his hips, trying to get the clown deeper. The butt plug had been good, but he needed more now. Fuck, he needed more. The chains holding the Joker in place were creaking, but Bruce didn't care. All he cared about was coming all over the clown's face before the other man came in his ass.

Joker arched up, pounding into Bruce with as much force as he could generate with half his body restricted by chains. The Joker was definitely close, it was so obvious to Bruce, and maybe that's why he decided to do what he did next.

He stopped moving.

Then, in a way that was meant to show ultimate control, but actually took a hell of a lot of self-restraint, Bruce pulled himself off the Joker entirely.

"No!" Joker screamed, bucking up into free air. "You bastard. Get back here and let me finish. Fuck!"

"You're mine, Joker," Bruce told him dangerously. Bruce pulled himself off the bed and walked around to the Joker's feet. Then he began to pull away the chains that had been keeping his legs in place.

It didn't take long to free the man's lower half, and when he'd managed it– with his ass still stinging from their earlier coupling – Bruce began to climb back onto the bed, pushing Joker's legs over his shoulders. Joker didn't resist. He knew that Bruce was well and truly in charge this time.

"I want you to look at me, Joker," Bruce said in a low voice. He took hold of his discarded butt plug and began to push it into the Joker, the toy still slick from Bruce's own walls. "I want to see your eyes when I finally take your sweet ass."

He continued to push the plug in and out as he spoke, opening Joker up without care. Joker moaned, loving every second of it.

"Please…" Joker begged.

"You're mine, Joker," Bruce repeated. He took the plug out and threw it away from the bed. The he took hold of the Joker's hips and pulled him closer. He could see the Joker's abused hole clenching, begging to be fucked.

"Fucking do it!" cried the Joker.

"Mine," Bruce growled. Then he lined up and without pausing, thrust hard into the Joker's tight clenching hole.

The Joker screamed.

"Fuck," Bruce moaned, overwhelmed by the instant heat of another man's body. Joker groaned as well, then began to shift his ass slightly.

"Move, move, move, move," Joker mumbled.

Bruce took the not-so-subtle hint, and pulled out slightly before thrusting in with a force that elicited another scream from the clown. Fuck, fuck, fuck…

Bruce knew that he wasn't going to last long, but neither was the Joker judging by the way he was pushing his hips back to meet Bruce's thrusts. Without thinking, Bruce grabbed the other man's dick and squeezed.

"Mine," he chanted as he thrust erratically. "Mine, mine, mine…."

He rolled his hips, trying to hit the spot that he knew would make the Joker see stars. Nearly there. Almost…

He jerked the Joker's dick frantically while he thrust in and out in abandon. Bruce grunted and the clown screamed again when this time Bruce finally hit the man's prostate. Then Bruce hit it again and again and again. He was close. He was so fucking close…

"Fuck!" the Joker screamed as he finally found his release, his cum splattering his own chest and Bruce's.

The clown's clenching ass was almost overwhelming, and Bruce only managed two more erratic, desperate thrusts before he released deep into the clown with a final, "Mine."

Only once he was completely spent, and his dick had begun to soften inside the clown's passageway, did Bruce finally pull out with a hiss, immediately climbing off the other man. Then he moved to the head of the bed and began to free Joker's arms as the clown lay there and tried to catch his breath.

Bruce, albeit reluctantly so, pulled the last of the chains from the clown's body.

Once he was finally free though, the Joker made no move to escape. Instead he pulled Bruce down onto the bed, pressing their slick, sweaty bodies together. Bruce instinctively wrapped his arms around the other man and pulled him close.

"We should do this again sometime," Joker muttered in Bruce's ear. Bruce shivered but made no move to push him away.

"Absolutely," he said instead. "But next time, maybe I should be the one tied up."

Joker giggled. "Somehow I don't see you getting caught by the cops any time soon. You show too much…restraint, and of course you'll always have your money to hide behind."

"Who said anything about the police," Bruce shot back playfully. "Are you telling me you don't even have a lousy pair of handcuffs lying around?"

"Maybe," Joker allowed, his grin wide and full of suggestion. "Only for special occasions of course."

"Well, I'm sure we can arrange an occasion that is appropriately…special," Bruce murmured.

"How about we start now?" Joker suggested leeringly.

Bruce, despite his exhaustion, couldn't prevent the slightly flicker of interest. His spent cock twitched in spite of himself.

"We have these delightful chains after all," Joker continued playfully. "Be a shame if we didn't make the most of them."

Without waiting for permission, Joker began to wrap one end of the chain around Bruce's right wrist, then fixed the other end around the bed post. Once it was secured into place, he moved to fix the other. Bruce was just starting to look forward to round two when the Joker smirked at him, and then got up off the bed.

"What…?" Bruce began when the Joker began to pull on his clothes.

"Oh, Brucey," Joker tutted as he fixed his shirt cuffs. "You should know better than to trust me by now."

"Fuck…" Bruce muttered when he realised just what had happened. So much for round two.

"Oh come on, don't be mad." Joker taunted, "You were going to give me back to the police."

Bruce didn't deny it, since that had been his plan once he and Joker were through with their fun.

"Joker…"

"Oh, don't worry, Bats," Joker said. "I forgive you. I just need a bit of a head-start, that's all. You understand, don't you?"

Of course Bruce did. He'd broken the man out of police custody to have sex with him after all. He was hardly someone who was in a position to judge.

So when the Joker bent down to give Bruce a goodbye kiss, Bruce returned it with vigour.

"Be good, Joker," Bruce muttered once they finally broke apart. "Despite how much I've enjoyed this, I really don't want to make a habit of breaking you out just so that we can see each other. So please, just for a little while, please be good."

Joker just grinned. "Never."

Then, after one more toe-curling kiss, he was gone, leaving Bruce to ponder the nature of their fucked up relationship, and how he was supposed to get himself out of the mess the Joker had left him in this time.

"Fuck," Bruce said. And then he smiled.