Up To No Good

Oh…fuck!" Bruce moaned, eyes closed tight as he tried – and failed - to keep his voice quiet. It was night-time, so the building they were trespassing in was mostly empty, but he knew that even though he'd already disabled most of the security cameras around the place - putting them on a loop so that nothing seemed out of the ordinary – he knew there would be at least one security guard doing the rounds at some point.

And even though the security guards wouldn't normally need to go into the room Bruce and Joker were currently occupying, if they heard any suspicious sounds, Bruce knew that they would. And since deep, loud moaning definitely constituted a suspicious sound, he knew he had to stay as quiet as he could.

Because being discovered like this – especially in this specific room - would definitely not be good.

"Fuck…" Bruce muttered against his will after another particularly forceful thrust of the Joker's dick.

Joker had his hands on Bruce's shoulders as he rutted against the Billionaire's back, his slick, thick cock sliding in and out of Bruce's tight hole with a furious speed that was already close to bringing Bruce to the brink. Bruce was on his hands and knees on the carpeted floor, his body rocking forward with every strong thrust of the Joker's hips as the Joker took him like an animal. And he was loving every second of it.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck…" Bruce muttered. A chant of curse words was all he could usually manage when the Joker fucked him, and this time was no exception. He could only hope the guard roaming the hallways outside wasn't anywhere near them, because Bruce wasn't sure he would be able to keep quiet much longer.

Another thrust proved that point rather effectively when Bruce let out a loud and very undignified moan. Joker chuckled from above him and deliberately slowed his pace. Bruce glared even though the clown couldn't see his face, and tried to rock his hips back. Joker simply bent forward and wrapped his arms tightly against Bruce's chest as he pushed his dick forward as far as he could go.

Bruce moaned again and allowed Joker to pull his body upwards until his hands were off the floor and they were both kneeling upright, the clown's dick still buried deep inside his supposed enemy's ass.

"Fuck, Joker…."

The angle was already too much, but Bruce allowed himself to be pulled closer to Joker's sweat-soaked chest anyway, revelling in the feeling of being connected so completely to another person. Then the Joker pulled out slightly and then thrust his hips forward with painstaking slowly, sinking into the other man even more deeply than before.

"Fuck," Bruce gasped, simply for lack of anything else to say. Sex with the Joker was unlike anything else he'd ever experienced. It was dirtier, riskier, more arousing than anything else he had ever done. It had been a series of firsts. First time being taken by a man. First time giving another man a blow-job. First time having sex in public. First time having sex here….

Bruce gasped as the Joker's cock sank deeply into him again. He closed his eyes and rode the wave of pleasure, desperately trying not to come. Shit…

"You're mine, Bats," Joker said, thrusting in slowly again. It was torturous, but Bruce could barely breathe, let alone speak well enough to tell the Joker that. Although there was no doubt in his mind that the Joker already knew. It was what they did – they tortured each other with mind-blowing sex. It was a game between them, and this time, Bruce was definitely losing.

"Fuck, Joker," Bruce growled finally, pushing his ass back in an attempt to speed up the Joker's pace. "Just fuck me!"

"Oh, but I am," Joker teased, still thrusting slowly.

"You know – fuck! - you know what I mean," Bruce panted. "Just do it properly…"

Joker laughed loudly, then after a moment's consideration. "Beg me for it, Bats."

"What?"

"You heard me," Joker said. "Beg me to fuck you "properly". Beg me to take you like the animal you are. Beg me to abuse your fucking gorgeous ass over and over again until you're nothing but a pathetic little puddle on the floor."

"Joker…" Bruce said through dry lips, his dick almost painfully hard now. He wanted to grip it - anything to bring him some relief - but the Joker had his arms wrapped around his chest still, preventing him from doing just that. "Fuck, Joker…"

"Beg me, Bats," Joker warned, his thrusts so slow now that it was almost as if he wasn't moving at all.

"Fuck…" Bruce groaned. Still, he didn't want to give in. "No…"

Thrust…

"Bats…"

Thrust…

"No…"

Thrust….

"Beg me!"

Thrust…

"No…"

Thrust…

"Beg me!"

Finally Bruce cracked. "Fuck, please! Just…please fuck me. Please take me so hard I can barely walk tomorrow. I'm begging you…just fuck me, you asshole!"

"Your wish is my command," Joker whispered.

And then, with a forceful shove, Bruce was pushed back down to the floor, his head and chest colliding with the carpet with a thud. Joker pulled out completely, then began to position Bruce exactly how he wanted him. Stretched out face down on the floor, legs spread wide and tight, red hole exposed, ready to be taken. Bruce allowed himself to be manhandled, too overwhelmed with arousal to do anything about it, even when his rock hard dick was squashed under his body against the carpet.

Then he felt a weight above him as the Joker's dick drew a line against the cleft of his ass, brushing against Bruce's most intimate place. Bruce's clenching hole twitched in anticipation.

"Joker…" Bruce growled when the clown didn't move after a few long seconds.

"You know what I what, Brucey," the Joker whispered in his ear. "Just say it…one more time…"

"Just get inside me, clown," Bruce growled.

"Nope, that's not it," Joker said, positioning his dick but not pressing forwards. "You know exactly what I want to hear, Bats…"

Bruce knew this was payback from the last time they'd had sex – when Bruce had tied up the Joker and had his wicked way with him – but that didn't make it easier to take.

He also knew what he had to do. Fuck…

Bruce gritted his teeth. "Please. Please fuck me, Joker."

"That's better."

And then the Joker thrust forward, and this time Bruce screamed as the other man's dick finally sank back into his tight walls.

"Yesss," the Joker hissed.

"Fuck, yes," Bruce agreed with a moan and this time the Joker didn't waste any time before pulling out and thrusting in again hard. And again. And again.

Soon, Bruce found himself with his face pressed down on the floor with his face in the carpet, his legs spread wide, and his ass slightly up in the air as the Joker pounded into him from above like an animal in heat. Bruce groaned, and moaned, and begged - the heat, the pain…it was all too much. The Joker was big and thick and merciless, and it felt so good to be taken by him. So wrong, and dirty, and so, so good.

Bruce grunted as another forceful thrust pushed him harder against the floor, the rough carpet rubbing against his rock hard dick in a way that wasn't entirely pleasant, but wasn't entirely unpleasant either.

"Fuck," Bruce mumbled. "More. More…"

"Yes…" Joker hissed again, his pace erratic now. He was slamming his hips against Bruce now, clearly close to losing control. It still wasn't enough for Bruce though -it was like an itch deep inside him that desperately needed to be scratched.

"Fuck, harder," Bruce demanded. "Harder!"

Joker obliged, slamming down so hard that Bruce knew he would have bruises tomorrow.

"I'm going to make you cum on my dick alone, Batsy,"

The Joker was mounting him now, pounding in and out, in and out. To Bruce, it felt close to an out of body experience. He could almost see the two of them, fucking right there on the carpet, no regard for who might hear them, no respect for where they were.

It was animalistic, it was raw, it was so fucking dirty that Bruce knew that no amount of showering would wash the experience away. He was being fucked by a murderer, a madman. He was being fucked by a man he knew he loved.

"Fuck, Joker, harder, please," he panted, desperate for release.

"I'm close," Joker ground out.

"Harder," Bruce repeated.

Joker obliged, thrusting in and out with wanton abandon. Bruce was almost screaming now, the moans were so loud and out of control. The Joker was hitting his prostate on every thrust, stars were hitting his vision, and he was so, so close.

"Close," he forced out. "Fuck…"

"Fuck…"

"Harder, Joker."

"Come for me, bats," Joker panted.

"Harder!" Bruce sobbed.

"Come for me!"

"Harder!"

"Come for me!"

"Fuck!"

And then he was coming, he was coming, and the release was so exquisite that Bruce wanted to cry. Heat rushed from his head down to his toes as his dick twitched against the carpet, coating it in his semen as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through his body.

Bruce's body went limp, but Joker wasn't done. He thrust once more, twice, three times, and then he was coming hard, releasing deep into Bruce's abused passageway, filling the other man with his seed.

"Fuck!"

"Fuck," Bruce agreed, head against the carpet. For a moment, he couldn't think. He couldn't breathe. If he didn't move – if Joker stayed in him all night – Bruce knew he would still wake up a happy man.

"That was…" Joker tried, collapsing on top of Bruce. He wasn't a heavy man, and the weight was comforting.

"As good as it gets," Bruce finished. "That was as good as it fucking gets."

"Mmm," Joker hummed. "I don't know, I think the location could be better."

"We're in the Mayor's office, you asshole," Bruce said. "Naked. On his floor."

"Yes, well, I thought the risk would add to the excitement," Joker said unapologetically. "Turns out the added excitement wasn't really needed."

"Right."

Finally, Joker found the energy to pull out of Bruce and to stand up. Bruce took the opportunity to roll over onto his back, revealing the very obvious stain his semen had left on the carpet.

"Although," Joker said with a lurid smile. "I must say, I like the idea that we've left our mark here."

Bruce flushed, but a smile made its way onto his face all the same. Because even though his asshole was throbbing, he felt good. And even though he knew it was wrong, what they'd just done, Bruce liked the idea that they'd left their mark here too.