Fear
A Joker X Scarecrow (Johnathan Crane) slash
By Zombie-Ta
Don't like it? GET THE FUCK OUT!
Anyway.
So here's another author's note. This will be my third piece of fan fiction and I know that some of you must be getting some anxiety wondering when I'll get to the smut that I have been raving about all this time. And I will! Just calm down and do what you're supposed to do! For those that are duller in the crowd that means read. There WILL be actual smut in this chapter and I've put up two in the same day, this one and the chapter before this. Anyway.
There will be another few chapters after this one, so don't forget about me. As usual I'd love some feed back!
Sooo a few warnings.
The sex depicted in this chapter will be rather... Descriptive... For advice on those that find homosexual acts being described is disturbing please see the fourth line on his page.
Also, if you are wondering about the tittles of the chapters in each section they are simply songs that I'm listen to at the time. It's more for my amusement then yours, but who cares really. I don't own any of the songs that I use the names of but I would like to thank the various bands that I listen to for their help.
Once again, the old disclaimers - There's going to be smut in this story as it goes on. In fact, there's going to be a whole lot of it. It's male on male, homosexual and very explicit.
I have taken liberties with the characters, as most writers do.
I don't own any of the characters in this story, Bob Kane and his wonderful team do.
Let's all thank him for writing such a lovely world with such OBVIOUS gay under tones. Thanks Bob, you rock.
Fear
Chapter Three - Electric Feel
Crane's head swam he tried to lift it but the weight became too much for his sore neck, so he let it fall back to his chest. He felt something sneak under the soft skin of his neck, lifting his head gently, then a sensitive prodding to his lower lip. He felt the flesh move softly against his teeth and his tongue stole out and touched the salty thing and found it to be skin. His eyes fluttered and he felt a light tapping on his left cheek bone. A voice, somewhere in the distance that he couldn't reach yet said something in a rough, raspy whisper. Crane moaned softy, trying to raise his heavy hands to his face to touch the person lightly slapping him, to tell them to stop. His wrists hurt, something was digging into him. The thought came to him slowly. Like trying to run in thick mud or loose sand. Where am I?
"Waa-ke up..." Joker said, tapping Crane's face with one hand while keeping his head up with the other. As Crane tried to lift his hands to his face the scared villain gave a short gust of laughter that crackled and bounced off of the walls. Crane's eyes fluttered open and looked around dizzily, Joker watched as the large blue eyes moved around shiftily, trying to get visual purchase. He could smell fear coming off of Crane, hot and sweet like the smell of sex but also bitter. The pale man made a choking sound as Joker slipped the thin wire frames of his glasses onto his nose. The blue eyes widened and his brows lifted in a look of understanding terror. Joker lowered his face to Crane's and looked into his eyes behind the glasses, lifting the man's chin at the same time. They were nearly nose to nose and the Joker breathed in the soft minty smell of Johnathan's breath as it came out in panicked bursts.
"I thought you were in Arkham...?" whispered Crane, his throat clicking as he talked. He was suddenly very aware of the Joker's hands resting on the sensitive skin of his neck were it felt like a bruise was forming. "I thought they locked you up...?" Johnathan's eyes shifted over the other man's scared face. He had never met Gotham's biggest threat face to face before, he let his eyes roam over the deep marks in the make-up the Joker wore, the red paint crammed into the mangled skin. Winced inwardly, thinking of the violence that must have brought those marks. Apparently Joker claimed that any number of events lead to the scars from abusive parents to chemical spills to kitchen accidents. No one seemed to be able to get the back story on this man. The clown shook his head and leaned away from Crane, still keeping his hand locked possessively on his neck.
"Thaa-t dosen't really concern you..." He licked his lips, looking down at the thin man below him. The way his wide eyes looked behind the gleaming panes of glass... The soft skin of his defenceless throat under his hand, the way the flesh rippled and rumbled when Crane spoke. How long has it really been? Thought the man, feeling a slow heat build in his gut. "I need you to maa-ke something for me, Craaa-ne." The Joker ran his tongue across his own lips, wetting them yet again before he spoke. He lifted the other hand in the air and made a slow turning gesture with it. "I aaaa-sked you before... To -uh... Do it for me through... An -uhmm- contact?" Joker moved quickly, bringing the slowly turning hand out of the air swiftly. It met with Crane's defenceless cheek and a loud crack echoed through the room. Crane cried out pitifully, like a kicked puppy and fell off of the chair onto his back.
Crane didn't expect the fiery burn as the Joker's hand met his face, the force of it expelling him from the chair he was seated in. The cry issued from his throat as he felt the soft flesh on his bottom lip crack. The barely felt blood leaked down his chin, Crane's tongue slithered out of his mouth and tasted the metallic flavor. Joker stepped off of the table and Johnathan watched as he took off his long purple coat and laid it on the table he'd been sitting on. Crane tried to scramble away using his elbows, digging them into the rough floor and pushing with his feet. The Joker was on him in seconds, wrapping his strong hand around the prone man and slapping him again, on the other side of his face. Crane's glasses went flying across the room, bouncing on the floor and skittering into a corner. Johnathan cried out again and felt his cheek burn, the Joker straddled him around the middle holding him down with his weight while he pulled the sleeves of his multi coloured dress shirt up around the lean muscles of his forearms.
Joker felt the burn in his lower stomach uncoil as he felt Crane struggle underneath him and the clown tightened the muscles in his thighs to hold the other man more securely. He felt his heart rate go up as his crotch pushed against Crane's flat stomach. Joker grabbed Crane around the shoulders and shook him hard, his head snapping back bonelessly for a moment before getting rigid. The clown stopped and raised his hand again, Johnathan winced away his cuffed hands coming up to cover his face. Joker leaned forward, pushing his growing bulge against the doctor's midriff, he pulled Crane's hands above his head and forced his face down toward the other man's. "So... You uh..." He looked at the blood on the soft vulnerable pad of the dark haired man's lip, while he licked his own appreciatively as if tasting a fine wine. "You waaa-tered down the, umm, mixture..." His hand crept up and held Johnathan's face in place, the doctor was scared and it came off of him in waves only feeding the Joker's growing lust.
"I'll make it again! I'll do it right this time!" He whispered harshly, struggling under the weight of the Joker... Wait... What is that? He asked himself. Feeling something hard pushing against his stomach. He could feel the heat there, crushing against him, his eyes widened as he looked back at Joker's face. Suddenly his mouth was hot, he looked at Joker's open eyes as he pressed his lips against Crane's, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of the lower pad. Johnathan moaned slightly, it strangled in his throat as the criminal's warm soft tongue pushed hungrily into is mouth. The probing muscle twined with his own as it slithered into his mouth. The sensation of the scar tissue on his soft lips as he was forced to open his mouth wider, Joker pushed harder into his mouth and shoved his arms farther back. There was a painful burn in his shoulders and he tried to pull away from the kiss, Joker ran his tongue along the roof of his mouth and Crane shuttered. There was no love in the kiss, it was hunger and lust and insanity... Crane felt himself pull away again, not wanting to be part of it.
Joker's frustration with the man under him only made him more forceful, pulling his head up. The taste of Crane's mouth meeting his, minty and hot and sweet. The taste of blood was there to, and the clown sucked on the bottom pad, nibbling on the soft skin. He let his tongue linger on the broken skin for a moment, hearing Crane moan like a whore. The green haired man found himself grinding his hips against the submissive body below him, he was sweltering under his purple suit and felt that he couldn't take it anymore. He got off of Crane and pulled his mildly struggling body over to the chair where he sat him. The clown was on the table in a moment, Crane panted and looked at him with terror in his eyes. "Please... Please you don't want to do this!" Crane stammered as he watched Joker unbuckled his belt and button down his pants, all the while looking at Crane like a starving man. "I've- I've never done any thing like - UGH!" He was cut short when the Joker slapped him across the face and grabbed his collar at the same time to prevent him from tumbling off of the chair again.
"JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Barked Joker, fiery anger showing for a moment as he hooked his heals behind Johnathan's chair and pulled him forward. He didn't care what Crane said, how he pleaded. The clown needed to feel the heat of the other man's mouth on him and he was going to have it whether or not he had to force it. He yanked Crane up by the collar to his mouth as he finally freed his pulsing cock from his pants. The doctor's shocked mouth met his with out resistance, he crushed the thin man's lips to his and burrowed his tongue into him. His own hand coiled around his member and pumped slowly in time with the kisses, each time his tongue probed into Crane's mouth he stroked up to the top of his dick. "Take it... Just -ugh yes!" Whispered the Joker as he pushed Cranes head down. He used little force before his member disappeared past the soft reddened lips of the other man. The clown took fistfuls of his dark hair and held Crane there for a moment. His own scared mouth opening into a pleasured 'o' as he felt Crane's throat spasm around the head of his cock, squeezing the tender neglected skin. The thin man, the object of Joker's sexual frustration gaged and pulled his head back only to be pushed back down onto the throbbing hard skin.
Crane couldn't believe what was happening to him. He tried to pull himself into his proverbial happy place as he felt the hot, clean flesh slide in and out of his mouth and throat easily. He was sucking cock like some boy whore, hearing the moans and small noises of pleasure that issued from the man in his mouth. He began to take some kind of sick pleasure in it as he wriggled is tongue against the bottom of the clown's dick he was only encouraged by the soft orgasmic sigh from above. Crane breathed through his nose as there really wasn't that much time that his mouth wasn't stuffed. He smelled soap and smoke from the Joker and his own fear and sweat and the smell of sex. Crane found himself massaging a growing bulge of his own under the table, feeling his penis fill with blood and tent his pants. Joker started to grow slightly louder and he bucked his hips, now holding Crane's head on either side.
"Look aaat me..." He whispered and was pleased when Crane's light blue eyes came into view. He could see that the slut had begone to like what was happening to him and the Joker watched as the man sucking his cock shifted his arms slowly under the table. "You like this... Ugh... Don't you?" Said the clown, leaning back now and simply holding Crane's head in place as he began to thrust inside the submissive soft mouth. The head of his cock bet against the back of Crane's throat and every time he pulled back out he could feel the man's soft tongue swirl around the shaft. There was a soft scrape of teeth against his dick, shooting pain and pleasure through him. He sat up and coiled his upper body around Crane, holding his head in place. The Joker came silently and forcefully, his eyes and mouth clamped closed as he put the weight of his upper body on Crane's shaggy head. He felt his balls tense one finial time as the last bit of his seed shot into Crane's throat. He felt the man swallowing each spray as if it were water in the desert. "Guh..." The Joker said, leaning back and licking his own lips, he felt his hot lower back touch the cold metal as he rode the post orgasm waves. He felt his penis slowly wilt and tucked it carelessly back into his pants as he buckled his belt.
Crane leaned his head back as soon as the Joker let him go from his vice like grip. His neck hurt, his jaw ached and he felt used and empty. Something landed on his chest and he looked down a blue silk handkerchief. The door to the room he was in closed and the Joker was gone. Crane looked at the scrap of fabric, stained with blood, there was spidery writing in what seemed to be black felt pen, he read it out loud. "Have it done in one week. I'll come to get it. Clean yourself up." Johnathan looked at the message for a moment, utterly confused, then the realization dawned in him. The clown wanted the formula ready in a week, the same order as before. Looked up as two men walked in, one huge and bear like walking behind a slimmer one who was holding a bottle and a scrap of what seemed to be a tee-shirt. Crane barely had time to wonder before the chloroform was shoved over his mouth, consciousness slipped away again, painlessly this time in soft waves. He barely stayed awake long enough to hear the ghost of a voice from one of the thugs.
"Boss sure did a number on him... Look at the bruises..." They had no idea.