The bath was lavish unto the point of narcissism. Gorgeous marble tile trimmed in gold, a shower that could be both a jacuzzi and pool depending on the user's desire, soft towels that were also trimmed with gold dust, and sinks that were what Joker suspected to be platinum. Bruce walked into the bathroom ahead of him, guiding him through a series of hallways that Joker was fairly certain most penthouses did not have. This place was a maze filled with secret door and passageways he was sure, but even on the outside he knew that there was a good chance he would get lost. Bruce turned on the taps to the pool, whatever it was and began running his hands under for temperature. As he leaned over, Joker couldn't help but notice the many scars that marred his lover's otherwise perfect body. Some he knew must have been extremely painful leaving behind such thick and scarred tissue that the object had to have practically been embedded. Some scars looked to be haphazardly stitched looking almost identical to the ones that graced his mouth. He and the Bat weren't so different after all, he just chose to parade his imperfections while Bruce chose to cover them in italian made designer suits. He stalked over to Bruce leaned over him and began to lick his neck. The older man gripped the tap and let out a soft sigh.
"I thought we were supposed to be bathing clown."
Joker let his tongue blaze a trail to his ear were he nibbled gently making Bruce lean into him his hands already reaching up and entwining themselves into mussed green and dirty blond hair. Encouraged, the Joker let his tongue stab caressingly into the Bat's ear, earning another soft sigh and shiver that went straight to his belly. He pulled away and stood back up a shit-eating grin on his face.
"We are gonna bathe, I'm just,ah, finding ways to entertain myself while the tub fills up.
"Right. Just get over here."
"You,uh,didn't say pleeasuh."
"Please, get over here,now," the Bruce said huskily as he sat down by the edge of the massive tub. Joker smiled even wider as he knelt down and got on his hands and knees. He crawled on the cold tile and made his way ever closer to Bruce wiggling his ass as he went. Bruce felt hot and suspicious at the same time. He let out a shaky breath and waited until the Joker was at his feet.
"Only the billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne, crimefighter of Gotham would,ah, have pedicured feet," the Joker chuckled.
"Fuck you," Bruce breathed.
"We're getting to that," the clown said as he began running his tongue and teeth along Bruce's ankle. He laved his tongue along the side of his foot getting closer to his toes. Upon getting there he took three of them in his mouth. Bruce groaned and leaned back.
Big splashy mistake.
Bruce fell in the half full tub his head knocking painfully against the smooth porcelain. Joker went into a hysterical laughing fit and then hopped up to see if Bruce was okay. He grinned when he saw that the dark haired man was more than okay...he was delicious. Water rolled gently down the the absolutely ripped body of Bruce Wayne. His hair glistened as it bobbed from the water. Damn horny idiot was unconscious underwater and so being the good samaritan that he was he pulled the man up and maneuvered him so that he was lying against his chest. This wouldn't have been a bad spot to be in Joker pondered if the man had been awake, but at this moment he was just heavy. Seeing that the billionaire would take some time to recover from his fall the Joker did the only thing he could think of. He propped the poor bastard up on the edge of the tub and then began to reach for the soap dish. Finding the soap he began to lather it in his hands. He began to wash the hard planes of Bruce's chest rubbing until the skin was slightly pink. He ran the soap around Bruce's neck and then moved onto arms that sported beautiful muscle even when they weren't being used. He eventually came across an interesting scar.
"Someone been eating you Bat," he smirked as he observed the toothmarks. He looked up when he heard a groan. It seemed that the Bat was not down for the count, which was good because he wanted to be thoroughly appreciated for saving his life.
"What happened?" The older man rubbed the back of his head giving the Joker an even more delectable view of his body. The Joker silenced the question with a kiss on the neck earning a breathy gasp from the man in front him. He straddled him and with the soap began to gently massage his neck.
"The Bat took a liiittle fall. Nothing to worry about." He crawled off Bruce's lap and reached to turn off the tap. All the activity had not taken his mind off the fact that the water was getting to be a tad high. He felt calloused hands run themselves up his spine and then back down again resting firmly on his hip. He scooted back into Bruce's lazy embrace and lay against him.
"How's the head?"
"Still fuzzy."
Joker smirked softly and then let his hands wander around the pool looking for the soap.
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The head injury did prevent certain activities from happening although Joker was far from complaining. Getting fucked twice in one day after spending several months drugged into oblivion seemed like a pretty sweet deal, and by the Bat no less. After toweling off the two made their way back to his bedroom in soft warm robes. Joker had considered it pretty fuckin' sweet to find that Bruce owned a deep lush green robe in the closet and he tittered uncontrollably when he found that Bruce also had a black one. Honestly.
Joker as they walked to the bedroom hoped that the damn butler would keep to himself, because he did not want the old man to spoil the mood.
"Jack?" Bruce called his name and he almost forgot it belonged to him, turning around after a few seconds.
"Bruuucccce?"
"What the hell is this? Batman fucking the Joker, what do we do now?" Joker glanced at the suddenly worried man. He stopped them in the hallway and pushed him against the wall. He buried himself into the crook of the older man's neck and breathed deeply. He could practically taste the scent of oil, sweat, and spice coming from him. He let his tongue lap gently at the other man's neck, sampling him.
"Brucey, I don't really give a fuck what everyone else thinks. We can do the whooole song and dance, but when it's over, yooouu belong to me."
He untied Bruce's robe and put his arm beneath his throat. He laid a big sloppy kiss on the older man letting his tongue slide slippery and wet over Bruce's closed mouth. The man eventually opened his mouth groaning as let his roving tongue completely invade his mouth. He felt like he couldn't breathe the Joker's scent almost stifling and his arm fixed over him like a vice. The Joker crushed his lips deeper into him while raising his knee into Bruce's erection. Bruce groaned deeply and Joker grinned to the kiss and then bit his lip hard.
Bruce pulled away blood trickling from his bottom lip in a thin stream.
"I,uh, said you belong to ME." The Joker pushed his forearm more deeply into Bruce's throat and forced his tongue into his gasping mouth once again forcing his knee up against his stiffening cock. Bruce groaned as Joker sampled his blood once more bucking his hips against his knee in want. Joker chuckled darkly before pulling his arm away and bit viciously into Bruce's neck. He couldn't get enough of that copper penny taste. He sucked on the wound while undoing his robe with his free hand. The other was digging firmly into Bruce's side. He was already hard simply by manhandling Bruce.
He was going to enjoy this. Putting his forearm up against Bruce's throat once more and forcing his leg over his hip, he let his member push forcefully past Bruce's ring of muscle. Bruce cried out through clenched teeth. It was slow going forcing himself into Bruce's unprepared ass, but he had all the time in the world, besides, he simply loved the little tears gathering at the corner of Bruce's eyes and the grunts of pain he let out. He pushed into him further and he could feel Bruce's arm burying itself into his ribs seeking some sort of comfort. He wasn't offering any, however, and with one final thrust he was completely inside of Bruce. Black haired beauty cried out loudly and arched forward at which point Joker let go of his leg and slapped him across the face.
"Shut the fuck up Brucceey-boy. And take it like a man."
He pulled out and then slammed himself into him once more, but this time the man bit into his lip letting more blood leak out. Joker smiled and crushed his lips to Bruce's as he slowly forced himself in and out of the writhing and bucking body. He knew that every thrust was agony and he knew that his ass was probably tearing, but he didn't care. He forced more air from Bruce as he pressed so hard into the man's throat the he was coughing.
Leaning in he whispered softly,"Who do you belong to?"
Bruce groaned as he began to register pleasure amidst all the burning and agony that was in his ass. He continued to rub his aching arousal against the Joker's stomach seeking more pleasure, but Joker pulled out and slammed him against the wall with another thrust that brought a scream to Bruce's lips once more.
A flicker of movement. Joker turned to see the butler, mouth wide open.
"WE'RE BUSY, NOW GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!" He smirked when the butler took off and then turned back to Bruce whose eye's were squeezed shut. No, he wanted to see his eyes when he was fucking him.
He began to push deeper and the man began to squirm.
"Open your eyes Bruce and tell me; who do you belong to?"
"Gah-God! FUCK! I belong to-dammit it hurts!"
"That wasn't the question,"Joker replied as a matter of factly as he pulled out and once more impaled Bruce's ass with his dick.
"You...uh...please Jack."
"No,"he said attempting a Batman impression," not until you scream for me."
He began pounding into the Bat mercilessly earning a guttural yell that echoed down the hallway. He felt desperate fingers clinging to his side. He could feel his stomach becoming slick with Bruce's precum and decided to do the noble thing and jerk him off while he fucked him.
The two of them continued to growl, scream, groan, whimper, until Joker could feel that roiling feeling in his stomach he always did before he came. Once more he bit into the soft flesh of Bruce's neck and came hard feeling the body beneath him bucking frantically his ass clenching around him. Soon after Bruce was spurting ribbons of sticky cum on his chest screaming his name, the one he had tried so hard to forget.
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The end result was that they were both in dire need of another bath, but neither could bring themselves to roll off the egyptian cotton sheets and make for the bathroom. Bruce lying face down had one arm draped over the Joker who twitched like a kid on energy drinks as he slept his legs stretched out beneath the sheets.
They were both going to be sore in the morning they might as well enjoy the rest.