A/N: This were intended to be a one.shot fic - apparently my muses decided otherwise. kicks them Mm.. Rated R type stuff going on here. Yea, another abrupt ending, my muses are not only contrary, they're also teases.
"We should get out of the cold," Batman's voice was gruff (or more gruff than usual); he was a little uncomfortable in his current position. Sitting in the snow, cape wrapped around a crazy clown to keep him from getting hypothermia, wasn't exactly his notion of comfortable. He glanced down at the reason he was in this position - the Joker's head was barely visible above the top of the cape. "Mm?" the smaller man didn't seem to be in any hurry to move. He raised a brow as a hand crept up his side; the Joker chuckled softly as he reached down to swat it away.
"No touching," the Bat growled in warning, "or I'll leave you here to freeze." He felt the madman beneath the cape shift a bit closer at the threat; a pang of sympathy almost touched him as he felt a rather violent shiver race through the clown. He was about to instruct the Joker to get up so they could relocate, when he felt the smaller man's mouth against the side of his neck. He stiffened, but the bite he had been expecting didn't happen. Instead, the slow swipe of the Joker's tongue trailed along his throat. The slight thrill that raced through his body was unexpected (and completely unwelcome).
"I told you.." he growled, pulling away. "No touching," the Joker finished, "You said. I'm not touching, Bats. I'm, ah, tasting." The Bat paused at the words, turned his head to glance at the man burrowing beneath his cape. His voice was a little more hoarse than he liked but he chalked it up to the cold as he muttered, "No tasting, either." "You're a hard man, Bats," came the barely audible response. He was motionless as the Joker's tongue retraced its earlier path, sliding up the curve of his throat. He swallowed hard, causing the clown to chuckle again.
The Bat's eyes narrowed a bit and he jerked away from the madman. He grabbed the man's throat, halting him, as the other attempted to lean in close. The sound that escaped the Joker's throat was almost a purr. In an unexpected move, he yanked the clown close to him and pressed his lips to the smaller man's. The taste of blood and lipstick touched his tongue. The Joker whimpered, a sound of pleasure, as he bit down on the clown's lower lip. He bit and sucked for several seconds before pulling back, breathing slightly uneven. The Joker tried to follow but the hold on his throat prevented it. His hands moved to the Bat's waist, but the dark knight pushed him back.
"No. Touching."
The Joker opened his mouth to protest - the words were lost, coming out as a ragged breath instead, as Bat's hold on his neck tightened. He could feel the man's pulse, beating rapidly beneath his thumb. The Bat leaned in close again, brushing his lips against the smaller man's. When the Joker attempted to respond to the teasing kiss, he pulled back, out of reach. He repeated the movement twice more before the Joker was growling in frustration, snapping at his mouth with his teeth. It was the Bat's turn to chuckle softly.
"What's wrong, Joker? Not getting your way?"
"Fuck you," the clown muttered, eyes sliding closed as the grip on his neck tightened again, thumb tracing tiny circles over the racing pulse.point. "Not likely," the Bat shot back. A second later, his mouth was crushing the smaller man's in a kiss that was teeth and tongue, bruising and tasting. His hand slid up to grip the Joker's jaw as the clown pressed his body close. The clown's nails scratched at the Kevlar, and a low moan escaped him as the Bat's free hand slid down his hip, moved over to brush his groin.
The Bat ended the brutal kiss and pulled back to stare down at the madman. The clown's eyes were closed, bleeding lips parted, breathing unsteady. His entire body was trembling, this time from something more than the cold. He half-opened his eyes to meet the Bat's gaze. Bat's eyes followed the movement as his tongue slid out to lick his lips, the thumb gripping the pale jaw moving to trace the corner of that red-painted mouth.
"Still cold?" amusement touched the Bat's voice - he rather liked having the madman under his thumb, so to speak. "Eh?" the clown blinked ; his eyes narrowed and a sound akin to a growl left his lips. "Down, boy," Batman smirked; his hand brushed the other's groin and the Joker jerked, half-startled, more aroused. He could feel it through the thin purple pants the clown wore, could see it in the fiery green gaze.
"I'm not done with you yet."
The words brought another soft whimper from the madman.