Chapter 4

And here you go. I know that's not my most successful fic, but I always love to update it, it's fun to write and well…Quite hot to write as well, hehe ^^

I advise you to listen to the song After Dark by Tito and Tarantula, it helped greatly for this chapter.

Bruce perfectly knew he was in a bad situation but at least he could talk and look now. He knew he was playing a dangerous game, but he had to give them something, and more of all, show them he wasn't some passive toy if he didn't want to be used as such.

Jerome leaned toward him and whipped the small smears of blood around the teen's lips with his thumb before sucking it. Once Bruce's skin was cleaned from the blood, the teen approached Jerome's face, and kissed the bloodied lips once more, making Jerome's body go weak. Fuck, he had to control himself, he couldn't let Bruce play with him, the contrary was supposed to happen!

"I should really tape your mouth again."

Bruce murmured: "You realize that with my hands tied like that, I can only kiss you. Now, deprive yourself if you want."

"Sound like someone wants his hands untied," Jeremiah purred. "Well, that could be negociated. Apparently you're a good kisser."

He approached his lips from Bruce before stopping. "But…That won't be the only price."

He slowly kissed the teen, merely brushing his lips at first, Bruce equally responded, waiting for Jeremiah to actually yield and get what he wanted. He just breathed hotly against the redhead's lips, his mouth slightly open. Not able to hold on, Jeremiah deepened the kiss, and Bruce responded slowly, not giving everything to make his captor crave for more. Jeremiah suddenly embraced him, pressing their bodies together and pressuring the teen's lips for more. Bruce leaned toward him and his teeth teased his lips before kissing back as fully as Jeremiah did. He felt his captor's hand moving to his lower back and bit his lips in response, making Jeremiah yelp. Before the redhead could retreat, Bruce sucked his bleeding lip, tasting the blood.

They wanted some sick blood-play? Well, he would give them some! Weirdly, he liked that, tasting their blood reminded him he could hurt them, he was still a hunter. They broke the kiss and Bruce looked at Jeremiah's bleeding lip with a satisfied grin.

"You don't like it when you're the one bleeding. Your brother does."

"We don't have exactly the same kink, Bruce. For example, this is something I enjoy and Jerome doesn't…"

At those words, his hands went on the teen's neck, applying some pressure, and he looked down. He smirked and one of hand trailed down from Bruce's chest to his hip. Suddenly, he pulled on the chain Bruce used. He played with it in his hand and slowly, very slowly, passed it around Bruce's neck and suddenly tightened it around him. Bruce opened his mouth i a silent gasp and Jeremiah kissed him while half-chocking him. Bruce still responded to the kiss, even though his lungs hurt, it was distracting him from the pain. He teased Jeremiah's lips and started to control it, he was the one dominating, even though his captor initially wanted to make him weak. The chain around his neck finally loosened and Bruce took a big breath of air, his lips merely an inch apart from Jeremiah's.

"So that's what you like?"

"It's such a power to choke someone, Bruce," Jeremiah whispered before kissing the corner of his lip. "With a knife, you slice and the damages are done. But strangling…You can do it again and again and control everything as you wish."

"Sorry, but I prefer this…"

He tried to nip at Jeremiah who backed away, and a laughing and lusting Jerome kissed the teen's jaw with his blood-smeared lips. Suddenly, the teen's head plunged toward Jerome's neck and his teeth caught the skin, making the redhead gasp.

Jeremiah watched in fascination as Bruce bit Jerome's neck like some vampire: sensual but deadly. He liked blood, it seemed. His brother didn't try to get away, even though he clenched his teeth, he was enjoying this. Bruce sunk his teeth, pressuring the wound with his lips. He felt Jerome's hands on his hips. Strangely, he wasn't so scared anymore by the idea of something happening.

Jerome pulled himself away and his twin whistled at the sight of the wound. He wouldn't call that a hickey, it was more. He licked what remained of his blood on Bruce's lips.

"That was all delicious. But, well, that's only part of the price," Jerome reminded him.

"What else do you want?" Asked Bruce in a serious tone.

"Answers. We have some little questions, and you'll have to answer those, truthfully. You know? Like last night."

Bruce took a breath: "Go ahead."

Jeremiah passed the chain around his neck again, but with no pressure this time. It was merely a threat.

"What do you know about the virus?"

"Nothing except what you told me."

"How did you discover our lair?" Asked Jerome.

"…I knew you were in that building. Yesterday, I watched it for a long time and I never saw you coming in. Yet you told me you hadn't spent all your time here. So I considered the possibility of your lair being in the same building as the club. When I searched, I considered you would avoid windows, in order not to be seen."

"Not bad. I guess that's what led you to the locker."

"Exactly. But, why that place? What was it before?"

Jerome grazed his chest with the tips of his fingers. He swapped away some of the blood on it and licked his fingers clean. "It was actually an entire floors of flats. Not many flats, but still. We condemned every other entrances and only kept that one. Then, we…Made some works to redo the place. And we did the same in that one."

"What? Wait, so this isn't the same building?"

They both laughed at this, sending shivers in their prisoner's spine. Jeremiah passed a hand through Bruce's hair fondly before giving him a small kiss on the temple, deranging Bruce even more than any other kiss. "Bruce, did you seriously we would keep everything we have in one place only? Of course not."

"Jeremiah and I know by experience how everything can come and vanish quickly. And in case you told someone else where you went, we brought you here. And trust me, if the cops couldn't find our other lair, they won't find this one."

This scared Bruce to no end. God, this didn't just mean he was in an unknown place, this also meant Selina was God know where. How would he find her if he didn't know where he was himself? The ropes were becoming unbearable around his wrists.

"Where is Selina, then?"

Jerome smirked. "Now, Bruce, that's a question we can't answer right now, it would ruin the fun. You'll have to obtain it. But let's go back to our questions: except for that girl, does anyone know you're here?"

"No."

"You didn't even tell Alfred?"

He didn't even want to hear Alfred's name in their mouth. "No. I invented an excuse. He would have tried to hold me back otherwise." That was partly true. Alfred knew he wanted to find the twins, but he didn't tell him about what happened in the club. And he didn't tell him where he would go today. That had been a mistake, but he hadn't wanted Alfred involved. The twins almost killed him twice.

"So your friend is the only one who knew."

"Yes."

"You didn't tell the police about the virus?"

"No, I didn't tell."

Jeremiah seemed suspicious.

"Why not?"

"I wanted to tell them only when I would know where your lair was, when they wouldn't miss any information."

"They could have investigated."

"Please! You would have noticed them investigating and you would have done something drastic! Had thing worked out my way, Selina would have just left and called them. Then they would have come and done things in only one hit."

Jerome shrugged before stroking his neck. "You overestimated yourself a bit, Bruce. As capable as you are, you should have known we aren't that easy to take over."

"Maybe he doesn't remember that. Remember what he told us two nights ago? That we weren't able to do anything but run if we didn't have a gun or a bomb to threaten him!"

Indeed, that's what he told them. Jeremiah pointed the knife at him again, standing close, his breath stroking Bruce's face.

"Well, you still got me because you threatened me with a gun." He looked at him in the eyes with a hint of challenge. "And I'm still tied because you know I would escape otherwise."

Neither twin took the bait this time. Jeremiah whistled close to his lips, before backing away slightly: "That on wasn't subtle at all, Bruce. Well, what can I say, we both have our weapons. You have your fists, we have our guns. Why should we us anything else, if it's working?"

"We can still untie him, though. After all, he answered our questions and he won't leave like that, not now that we got that girl under threat," Jerome declared.

"Jerome…"

"Trust me, Miah. I'll make sure he won't go anywhere."

He started to undo the bond slowly and his body brushed against Bruce, his lips still bleeding. Before he could expect it, Bruce approached his face from his and licked the blood away, caressing Jerome lips with the tip of his tongue. He tasted the blood once more with a hypnotizing expression, his eyes such as those of a satisfied feline. Another vertigo invaded him, no one had ever been able to do that to him! And he certainly didn't expect Bruce to do something like that!

That sight also enticed Jeremiah, who struggled not to let his desire overcome him. Before Bruce was fully free, Jeremiah backed away, and went to the exit.

"Have your fun, I'll go back to work."

It was a relief to be finally free, Bruce slowly lowered his arms, his shoulders sore. Jerome embraced him and pressed the teen eagerly against him. His lips brushed his cheek and went to his ear.

"I'm addicted to you…"

He went down to his neck and started to kiss and nip it eagerly. Bruce's mouth opened at this, his breathing became shaky, a loud sigh escaped his lips, and his body tensed before softening again. Oh, that wasn't supposed to happen, and Jerome's satisfied huff was somehow unnerving. Yet…He gasped and tensed once more, and one of his hands went on his lower back, but not going too low. Jerome kissed the neck he almost sliced a few years ago, it was a failure he didn't regret. Having his lips and teeth cherish what his knife almost ravaged…That was driving him almost crazy.

Bruce's hands went on Jerome's hips and slid under his shirt. Jerome tensed too as the teen's fingers stroked up his body. Bruce's mouth went to his ear and teased it with his teeth. Jerome bit his neck with more ardor, and Bruce retaliated by thrusting his nails in his back. He managed to dig enough to feel the warm liquid against the tip of his fingers.

"Bruce…"

It came muffled as Jerome was still biting him with a huge grin. His captor released a shameless moan, and Bruce slowly let his head fall back, exposing his neck. He never thought he would do that with the murderous twins. He could slice his throat and weirdly, that close-death sensation was just thrilling. He didn't even know if the blood on his neck was his or Jerome's who would smear it with his bloodied lips all over his skin...

"Bit me harder."

A yelp of pain echoed throughout the room. Bruce's nails dug even deeper under the almost agonizing bite and he had to fight to remain on his feet as Jerome sucked his blood and held him in a death-like grip. He breathed in shakingly and scratched down Jerome's back slowly. His captor's teeth suddenly released his neck. One of his hand grabbed Bruce's face as he kissed him longingly. The teen immediately responded this time, eagerly, but it was nothing compared to Jerome's overwhelming hunger.

The redhead tried to push him down, and Bruce had the hardest time ever to straighten his too compliant body. He continued to kiss and hold Jerome while resisting. Jerome released his hold only to try to take off his jacket but Bruce pulled his wrists away and pushed Jerome before grabbing the redhead's face and kissing him again. The fury in his captor's eyes was striking, but he didn't stop Bruce from kissing him and held his face as well, almost painfully.

"I want you…" He breathed against Bruce's mouth.

"I know. But you won't get me like that."

He kissed him and pushed him roughly before taking a step back. This made the redhead laugh darkly, his eyes burning with lust and anger.

"Fuck you!" He growled at Bruce

"You wish."

This just made Jerome laugh more but more genuinely. "Feeling guilty? You can try to justify yourself anyway you want, Bruce, but you want me too."

He got closer to the teen. "Dare to tell me that it didn't cross your mind; that you didn't want to let that happen."

He didn't answer anything at first. Then, he just uttered: "If anything happens, I want to make sure it's worth it."

Jerome chuckled: "Of course, you wouldn't be able to look at yourself if you don't have a good excuse for shagging with us. But the enjoyment you'll feel…It will be very real."

"If you're able to make me feel such enjoyment. You're good at kissing, but we don't know about the rest."

"Sounds like a challenge…You know what? Fine. But you have to know that we will have you. You might leave that place, know what? We know you could escape, but I can guarantee you we'll get what we want before you do."

He grazed Bruce's cheek with more control this time.

"You know, I almost forgot, but I have a gift for you."

A gift? Jerome enjoyed the surprise over Bruce's face. The teen zipped up his jacket, not eager to walk around with his bloody chest uncovered. Jerome grabbed Bruce by the arm and put the knife under his neck.

"Remember: don't do anything stupid. One signal from Jeremiah or me will mean the death of poor Selina. We might add a few innocent citizen in the mix."

Selina's name made his stomach churl with guilt. What would she say? And Alfred? Gordon? But that was actually the reason why he had to buy time and make a plan. A reckless action could kill Selina.

Jerome took off the knife and released his arm. He suddenly straightened his stance and extended his arm: "Follow me, sir," he instructed in a butler-parody style. Bruce rolled his eyes and followed him.

Bruce saw that indeed the place used to be a floor of flats. The bearing walls had been kept, but some of the walls made of plasters had been destroyed, as well as some doors. The corridor they crossed obviously used to be the floor's corridor. There were no windows, Bruce knew that those kinds of places were generally built by mafia bosses, and were rented by those who would need to hide. The brothers obviously took possession of the place, but how? And from who?

Jerome led him toward a room where a bed was, things were written over the walls in different colors; it was just like their first lair. Yet there was something in that room, an atmosphere he couldn't quite grasp, weirdly disturbing, tormented but also vibrant. This was really Jerome's room, a mirror of him. There were pictures and newspaper over the walls along with the painted words. The door was suddenly closed and Bruce rushed at it, but he heard the key locking him.

"Now, Brucie, stay in here nicely, I'm getting your present!" Jerome declared at the other side of the door.

"Why are you locking me up?"

"Because I like it."

With a sigh, Bruce resigned himself. For now, he had to stay put. He looked around and felt creped when he saw that most of the pictures portrayed him. He was only fourteen on some, which showed that obsession had started soon. There also pictures of the circus, of him and Jeremiah, and of corpses…Bruce stopped looking at those. A voice in him reminded him he also had many articles about the twins' crime. But it was for his investigation! Still, there was something similar…The door opened and he saw Jerome coming back in with a box.

"Look at it!"

Since Bruce made no move to approach, Jerome just put the box on the bed and titled his head with an annoyed sigh. He went to him and put his arm around Bruce's back.

"Do you think it's a bomb or something?"

"I expect anything from you."

"Come on, I'm not stupid enough to make my lair explode. And I don't want to blow you. At least not with a bomb."

Bruce rolled his eyes and Jerome laughed until Bruce approached his face closely. He spoke almost against his lips. "Come on, even you can do better than those cheap puns."

He backed away as Jerome was about to kiss him, making the redhead smirk both in excitement and frustration. Bruce went to the box with apprehension but also curiosity. He opened it and was startled when he saw what was inside, his face paled slightly and his mouth hung open.

"What the…"

Here, in the box, was Sonny Gilzean's head.

"I think that's the one who beat you up once? Oh, sure, I know you gave that asshole some payback a few times, but I wanted to show you I could make sure you wouldn't be bothered anymore."

He shook his head. "I never wanted that!"

"Why not? That guy was just a worthless thug. You're much more valuable than him."

He went to reach for him but Bruce swatted his hand away. "Don't even do that kind of shit again? What do you think you're proving here?"

"That I can have your back."

"Do you seriously think I need that?! I could beat that pathetic clown on my own, I already did! You just did it because you're possessive."

"Yeah there was also that. I must say I'm disappointed that you don't like my present, maybe I should try something else."

"No!"

"You know Bruce, that's not the first time it happens," Jeremiah's voice was suddenly heard. "He did that for me as well. A guy who used to bully me when we were kids, when I meet him again after some years, he thought he could target me again."

The other twin entered and Jerome had a little smirk at the memory. "At least you enjoyed it; Brucie doesn't seem to be that enthusiastic."

"Too bad…A few questions ran through my mind, though, and I couldn't focus on my work."

"What?"

"What's really going on with you and that girl?"

Bruce sighed but he was scared, it would be even more dangerous for Selina if they were jealous. Jeremiah perfectly knew they were a 'thing' at a point.

"You perfectly know I'm not with her. She never wanted to be my girlfriend. I told you about it when we were still friends, don't you remember?"

"But you still love her. I guess so, if you didn't have anyone else," Jeremiah uttered with a creepy smile and furious eyes.

"I had a real girlfriend, I moved on, Selina is just a friend now." That wasn't entirely true, but Jerome and Jeremiah focused so much on the word 'girlfriend' that they didn't notice.

"A real girlfriend?" Jerome repeated on a tone which was too calm while approaching a bit too closely.

Shit! H might have made a mistake. He tried to spare Selina but that could come at a cost if he wasn't careful. "Just a girl of my school, it wasn't very serious and I broke up with her. And no, I won't tell you her name if that's what you want."

He knew them too well, and he didn't want his ex's head in a box, even if the feeling of infatuation had died she was an innocent girl. Malory her name was, and unlike Silver who had been scheming against her will for her uncle and Selina who never even wanted to call him her boyfriend, she had been normal. It had almost been weird that she had no secret purpose or police file.

The twins looked at each other, a bit soothed. "Alright. Was it your idea to send a message, or Selina's?" Asked Jeremiah, his tone obviously frustrated over the girlfriend talk.

"Mine."

"Brucie…What a little snake you are, you like to play with what we want, don't you? I didn't think you could be so manipulative."

Bruce titled his head at him, anger even more intense in his eyes.

"You have no right to speak like that! You know what could have happened if you had really been a normal guy?"

"Please, enlighten me."

Bruce looked at him straight in the eyes. "You were the first boy I had a crush on, Jeremiah."

That confession almost surprised Bruce himself, and absolutely stunned Jeremiah and Jerome who couldn't react for once. Bruce continued. "And I honestly thought something could work out between us. But then, you backstabbed me. You tore down my hopes, my desires. Why shouldn't I do the same, Jeremiah?" He murmured. "Why shouldn't I torture you a bit?"

Jerome chuckled. "No one said you couldn't. But that doesn't make you any less manipulative."

Once his twin said that, Jeremiah leaned toward him and kissed him, but smoothly this time. He cupped his cheeks gently, and Bruce closed his eyes, for a moment, it seemed like he was kissing a different person. This wasn't just lust-filled like all the other kisses had been, there was something more. He was gentle and for the first time, Bruce hesitated to bit or nip. He was still furious, but the strange gentleness was telling him otherwise.

"I got questions too."

Jeremiah hesitated but Jerome tsked: "You're the one supposed to answer us."

"Come on, I answered many questions already. It's questions about your past if you wanna know. Our rather about our common past."

Now the twins were both intrigued. Bruce wanted to know more about them…

"Well, as I said, we're addicted to you. So, I don't know about Miah, but I'm fine with it."

Embracing his waist, Jeremiah smirked: "Alright. I think I have a new idea for a game."

In case you're wondering, no we won't see Bruce's ex. It's just an addition I made to allow Bruce to have more romantic and sexual experience, in order to be able to handle the situation with the twins. Also, I often thought it was a shame that Bruce didn't have a better social life in the show. At least a few friends and a romantic fling (even though Selina/Bruce is my main ship). Otherwise, we will stick to canon characters.

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