Blind Luck

His eyes were open, but Bruce couldn't see a thing.

He wasn't blind – at least not permanently. He was, however, wearing a blindfold, a thick one that made sure not even one ray of light would reach his eyes. His hands and legs weren't tied up, but Bruce still didn't move from his position on the edge of the bed. He couldn't, not yet anyway. He was waiting for something…

Or rather, someone…

"Are you ready, Batsy," came a husky voice at his left ear. Bruce shivered, and his cock began to twitch in interest. Bruce was naked, ready and willing for whatever the Joker had planned. They hadn't had sex for at least two weeks, and Bruce was gasping for it. He wanted the Joker over him, under him, around him, in him - basically any way he could get him. So of course, he nodded.

"Excellent," the Joker whispered. Bruce felt the bed dip as the Joker stood up. He could hear feet padding across the floor, and he wondered again what the Joker was going to do to him. He probably should've been scared, but since they'd recently started fucking each other's brains out on a regular basis, he'd already crossed plenty of moral lines. One or two more wouldn't really make much of a difference. Besides, being at the Joker's mercy wasn't scary. It was fun.

And it was so fucking hot…

The Joker was still looking for something across the room, so Bruce took himself in his hand, jerking slowly as the anticipation built. The organ felt hot and heavy in his hand, already filling with blood at the mere thought of what the Joker was going to do to him. He moaned as he tugged at his hardening cock, and was just starting to get into a good rhythm when…

"Nuh uh," the Joker said suddenly. Bruce felt a hand grab at his and pull it away from his dick. Bruce mewled, a sound that he wished hadn't come out of his mouth the second he'd made it.

Damn, he hadn't meant to sound so needy, even if it was the truth.

The Joker giggled. Then the Joker pressed his lips against Bruce's, and Bruce didn't hesitate. He opened his mouth willingly, their tongues dancing as if they had never been apart, his straining cock almost forgotten as he simply tried to get closer to the Joker. The Joker was like an elixir, keeping him alive - he had to taste more. Bruce pressed his mouth hard against the other man, his hand reaching to pull the Joker closer still. It wasn't enough, it was never enough, and Bruce needed more…

The Joker, of course, immediately resisted, although not because he wasn't enjoying himself.

"I've got other things planned for you," the man said, whispering in Bruce's ear again before pulling away.

"Then get on with it," Bruce replied gruffly, aching with need. "Before I lose my patience and take control myself."

"Oh, you wouldn't do that," Joker retorted cheerfully. "You're enjoying this too much. Big strong Batman, completely naked and at my mercy. I can do whatever I like with you. And...I will."

Bruce shivered again, but it had nothing to do with the cold. His cock was rock-hard and straining for contact with the other's man's flesh already.

"Fuck…" he muttered.

"Oh, we will," Joker replied lightly, and Bruce could tell he was smirking. "But first…"

Bruce felt a hand on his shoulder, pushing him backwards onto the bed. He lay down willingly, shifting his body upwards until he was stretched out on the sheets. His heart was pounding in his chest, but he didn't make any move to run. This was exactly what he wanted after all. It was what he always seemed to want these days.

"Let me look after you…" whispered the Joker.

Bruce felt cold hands touching his legs, stretching them out, and bending his knees. Bruce knew what the Joker wanted, so when the Joker began to shift a pillow under his lower back and ass, lifting his ass upwards, Bruce wasn't surprised.

He wasn't even surprised when the Joker began to push a single lubed finger into his body, following it up with two, then three, stretching him, preparing Bruce for what was about to happen.

He was surprised, however, when the fingers were withdrawn, and he felt a cold, hard object poke at his tight hole instead.

"Woah…" Bruce said, shifting slightly. He was up for a lot of things, but he was usually at least able to see what was going on. He had no idea what the Joker had in mind, and for the first time, he felt a flicker of fear.

"Trust me, Bats," Joker told him quietly. The object – whatever it was – hadn't penetrated the tight ring of muscle yet. Joker was waiting for him to give the go-ahead. Bruce swallowed, but felt his resolve crumble away. Oh, what was the worst that could happen...

"Do it," Bruce said tightly. He was fucked already, in every sense of the word. Might as well go all in.

"That's my Batsy," Joker crowed.

Then without warning, the clown pushed the object forward, breeching Bruce's tight walls in one hard thrust.

Bruce groaned as the object pushed inside, filling him completely. It felt thick and hard and excruciating, but fuck, it also felt good…

"Oh, fuck…"

Then Joker began to thrust it in and out, and Bruce couldn't really think anymore. He was too overwhelmed – he had to admit, being fucked by a thing - whatever the hell it was - was pretty fucking incredible…

"Oh, yeah…." He moaned as Joker picked up the pace. Without waiting for permission, Bruce grabbed at his dick again and began to jerk himself off in time with the thrusts. He was just starting to adjust to it all the wonderful sensations when suddenly…

"Fuck!"

The thing began to vibrate, deep inside him, and Bruce definitely couldn't think anymore. It was too much. It was thrusting in and out, vibrating along his walls each time it penetrated him…

"Fuck…" Bruce sobbed after only a few seconds of the delicious torture. "Joker….Joker…"

"Take it, Batsy," Joker whispered frantically. "Take it…"

Bruce's legs were spread, open wide as the Joker fucked him with the vibrating toy. It was too much already, and yet still, it wasn't enough.

"More," Bruce ground out. "Give it to me. Fuck, Joker. More…"

"More than this?" Joker replied. There was amusement in his voice, but there was also a huskiness. Joker was more than a little turned on by what he was doing.

"More…" Bruce repeated. "Want you. Need you. Fuck me. Please, fuck me."

Bruce hated begging, but if the Joker didn't fuck him soon, Bruce felt as if he would die. He needed release so badly, but the toy was keeping him on the precipice only. He needed the Joker to bring him over the edge.

"Your wish is my command…"

Joker withdrew the toy and Bruce heard it clatter to the floor. Then he could hear the rustling of clothes and he felt the bed dip with the Joker's weight. Even so, he didn't get much of a warning before the Joker pulled his legs up, lifted his ass slightly, and pressed his thick dick against Bruce's already fucked hole.

"Do it," Bruce told him, panting with need. "Please, just do it."

Joker thrust forward hard, penetrating deep into his nemesis' body in one movement, and Bruce cried out. Fuck, the toy was good, but nothing, nothing, beat the Joker's thick, wet cock.

The Joker didn't waste any time either, and Bruce groaned, overwhelmed almost immediately by the quick heavy thrusts of the clown's dick. The Joker was thick and hard and hot and it hurt. Still, Bruce wrapped his legs around the Joker's slick back and allowed the other man to penetrate him more deeply than ever before.

Without thinking, Bruce grabbed at his own cock and jerked it rapidly in time with the Joker's unrelenting thrusts, but he knew that the friction of the Joker's dick moving deep inside his walls was going to be enough to bring him close to the edge. Fuck, he wasn't going to last...

They were joined – two had become one – and for Bruce, there was no greater feeling in the world.

"Fuck!" Bruce grunted. The clown was punishing his asshole with every brutal thrust of his hips, and Bruce was loving every second of it. It was dirty, it was wrong, it was violent, but if the Joker never took his dick out of his ass, Bruce would die happy man.

Their sweat-soaked skin slapped together as Joker buried himself in Bruce over and over again. Bruce was seeing stars, and his vision was blurring, but he pushed his ass up to meet the Joker with everything he had.

It was too much, and Bruce couldn't hold on anymore. He couldn't...

"Fuck, I'm coming," Bruce sobbed. "I'm coming!"

"Me too! Fuck, me too!" Joker cried. "Fuck!"

They fought together, they hated together, they fucked together.

And in moments like this, when Bruce finally released all over the Joker's chest, and the Joker released deep inside his body, they came together too.