Rapture and Riddles
Chapter Twenty-Five
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"So." Bruce crossed his arms. "Where were you?"
Jonathan had expected a few more moments. Bruce had been settled in the bed by Alfred as Jonathan showered, but now Jonathan was finished. He had barely stepped into the room when Bruce spoke.
"I was supposed to meet the Riddler." Jonathan tightened the towel around his waist.
"And did you?" Bruce asked before adding. "Come here."
"I did. And let me dress."
"Come here, Jon."
Jonathan hesitated. But he had lied to him... for all his talk about remaining honest, he had gone and broken that trust. He sighed inwardly as he turned to face Bruce. He softly padded across the floor before perching on the mattress.
Bruce reached and gripped Jonathan's arm, pulling him more onto the bed. Jonathan's towel began to slip, but when he went to fix it, Bruce simply shook his head. He let it go. Jonathan crawled forward until he sat beside Bruce, trying desperately to ignore the vulnerability that came with nudity, even in front of one who knew his body so well. Or maybe especially in front of...
Blue eyes looked down at hands delicately folded in his lap. He heard Bruce intake breath, readying to speak, but no words emerged. Jonathan glanced at him from beneath dark bangs before scooting forward, resting one hand on Bruce's thigh.
"I thought I could keep him away." Jonathan murmured. "I didn't expect him to come here."
Bruce waited for Jonathan to continue. Jonathan breathed deeply before whispering. "I don't know how to fight him."
Large hands cupped Jonathan's face. He lifted his chin, looking directly into his eyes. "You wait for me."
"Bruce, I can't do that." Jonathan shook his head. "The Riddler is out there planning and I don't even know what he wants. He attacked you. I am not going to just sit by."
He was shut up with a kiss, Bruce holding Jonathan close. When Bruce pulled away a few inches, he whispered. "Jonathan. Listen to me. You said yourself you can't fight him. So you expect me to just let you go and get yourself hurt? You want me to lay here and hope that you'll come back?"
Jonathan hesitated. "Even if I can't take him down yet, I can stall him. I can figure out what he is doing."
Bruce sighed. "Stay here."
"I can't."
Jonathan sat still as Bruce's hand slid down his face, resisted a shiver as he passed over his throat, Bruce finally stopping to grip his shoulder. "Stay in tonight, then. There is nothing more you can do."
After Jonathan nodded, Bruce receded to stand from the bed. "Careful!" Jonathan instantly lunged toward the side of the bed, ready to catch Bruce. But the man only looked down at him fondly.
"I can make it to the bathroom."
But Jonathan watched every step just in case. When the door closed, Jonathan stood and draped the towel over a desk chair. He reached for the case holding all the clothes he had brought with him but decided against it. Instead he sat on the bed and leaned against the headboard.
Bruce returned moments later, taking longer than Jonathan would have liked to reach the bed and sit. He slipped beneath the covers and drew Jonathan close. He pressed soft kisses to dark hair, pulling the man ever closer. Jonathan hardly hesitated before crawling into Bruce's lap, carefully avoiding his tender stomach.
"Can we?" Bruce slid a hand across Jonathan's bare lap.
Jonathan tenderly ran a finger down Bruce's stomach. "Will you be okay?"
Bruce kissed him again. "I'll be just fine."
"Are you-"
"I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't sure."
Jonathan nodded. He couldn't remember the last time they had gone so long with loving each other.
Blue eyes widened drastically as Bruce flipped them over. Bruce pulled down his cotton pants, leaving them pooled on the bed. He held three fingers insistently at Jonathan's lips. Jonathan looked up at Bruce, meeting his eyes as pink lips parted.
When Bruce decided his fingers were wet enough, he drew them form Jonathan's mouth with a small pop. One gently circled his entrance before pressing forward. Jonathan's breathing hitched before returning to normal, eyes fluttering shut. He simply felt again as Bruce hastily prepared him.
Bruce entered slowly but insistently, forcing Jonathan's body to take him. Jonathan released a small moan as Bruce gripped his wrists, holding them neatly over his head against the mattress. Bruce nipped lightly at Jonathan's throat.
"Jonathan." Bruce growled.
The man in question murmured his contentment. Cold ice dripped down his spine as Bruce continued.
"What are the canisters in the bathroom?"
Bruce was still above-in-him. Jonathan opened his eyes to see Bruce's blank above his own.
"Nothing to worry about." Jonathan gritted out.
"Really?" Bruce leaned in to murmur in Jonathan's ear. "So if I sprayed it nothing would happen."
Jonathan grit his teeth. Bruce knows damn well what they are,
"Go ahead."
Bruce felt as Jonathan's pulse raced. He drew out until he barely rested inside his lover before slamming back in. Jonathan's entire body curved into the movement,
"Should I?" Bruce whispered.
Jonathan hissed. "No. Maybe you should just fuck me."
"You're vulgar tonight." Bruce commented. "Did I find something you were trying to hide?"
"I didn't expect you to search my suit." Jonathan muttered in resignation. "You weren't supposed to see it yet."
"I noticed something out of place. Of course I searched." Bruce said with steel in his voice. "When did you plan on telling me the Scarecrow was back?"
"I did it for you." Jonathan's voice rose.
"Really? How do I know you haven't had it since the incident with the Joker?" Bruce pulled out again; back in.
Jonathan moaned and shook his head. "I just... just made it."
"Did you think about what would happen once people notice what is going on? The scarecrow is back to his old tricks. This time at Batman's side- and on Bruce Wayne's arm." Bruce picked up a steady pace. "I doubt Gordon would accept-"
"I didn't think about that, Bruce!" Jonathan cried out. "I was only thinking about stopping him!"
"Tell me you haven't used it." Bruce pleaded.
At Jonathan's silence, Bruce sighed. "How often."
"Only twice or so." Jonathan whispered.
"We can cover up twice." Bruce slammed into him, Jonathan's moans interrupting his words. "But no more, understand?"
Jonathan said nothing. Bruce growled. "Understand?"
"I did it for us." Jonathan whispered. "When he hurt you... that was everything I was scared of. Losing you when I should have been able to do something."
Bruce halted. "It wasn't that bad."
"And when it is? The Riddler tried to kill you tonight, Bruce. What if..." Jonathan swallowed thickly. "What if he had?"
Bruce's face softened. "But he didn't. And he won't."
Jonathan waited, Bruce looking deep in thought. "Your mask. It doesn't have a filter."
He shook his head. "Are you..."
"I'm fine, Bruce. It doesn't last long."
Bruce sighed. "You lied to me."
"I know."
Jonathan tried to raise his hands but Bruce held him tight. "Bruce, I..."
"Don't." Bruce bit out. "Don't lie to me again. Especially not about something like this."
"I won't-"
"Don't." Bruce murmured. "Don't promise. Just hold yourself to it. Is everything you have in the bathroom?"
He could see the conflict in Jonathan's face. "It's not."
Jonathan shook his head.
"Where is the rest?"
"Wayne Enterprises."
Bruce pulled out entirely, Jonathan releasing a small noise of malcontent. "You aren't seriously going now-" His voice, he was proud to say, was only a little panicked.
"I'm not." Bruce said softly. He hitched Jonathan's ankle over his shoulder before plunging back in. Jonathan's head flew back into the pillows, a rattling gasp escaping his mouth. Bruce had released his hands and he used that now, gripping tightly onto muscled shoulders.
"We'll go clean your mess later." It was Batman's voice that growled in his ear, sending shivers racing down his spine.
Bruce began a brutal pace, words dissolving into grunts and moans. Jonathan clutched onto Bruce as if his life depended on it- Bruce pounded him in much the same manner. He reached between them to grasp Jonathan's cock, finding it only half-hard against his belly.
"Jonathan?" Bruce asked in concern.
"It's fine." Jonathan tried to brush it off. "Just go."
Bruce slowed. "You aren't hurt, are you?"
"I'm fine." Jonathan growled, less intimidatingly than he had hoped.
"No, you're not." He murmured. "You always-"
"Bruce." The smaller man said forcefully. "I apologise if I am less than one hundred percent into things after discussing your death and my mess."
The elder sighed. "I am sorry."
"It is nothing. Just-" Bruce returned Jonathan's leg to the mattress, sliding back neatly. "Bruce! What are you doing?"
Instead of words, Bruce showed as he took Jonathan into his mouth. Jonathan let out a small moan, blue eyes sliding shut.
"Oh."Jonathan breathed.
It seemed like an eternity and yet no time at all before Jonathan whimpered. "Bruce, I'm going to... to..."
Bruce swallowed everything Jonathan had to offer. Blue eyes opened and peered down at Bruce. The beginnings of a smile twisted his lips as he spread his legs in invitation. But Bruce shook his head with a soft smile. He took himself in hand, swiftly rubbing to completion. Jonathan barely kept from wrinkling his nose as Bruce sprayed his abdomen.
"I did just shower." Jonathan murmured.
"And you can do so again." Bruce responded as he made his way up the bed to kiss his lover.
Bruce pulled away and whispered. "We'll worry about everything in the morning, okay?"
Jonathan sent him a quick glare. "Fine."
One more kiss and they were headed for the showers, one with more urgency than the other.