Red Lace

Bruce was tired and frustrated and bored. And more than anything, he was horny.

Very fucking horny.

He shifted on his couch and tried to not to think about that last feeling too much. It was late, and he knew he should think about going to bed soon, but he also knew that if he did – if he allowed eyes to slide shut for even one second – there was only one face he would see.

Joker. His enemy.

His on-and-off lover.

Bruce's feelings about the Joker had been getting more and more conflicted lately, especially since they'd been meeting up more often for secret, dirty liaisons that always left him feeling ashamed and yet utterly sated. Bruce had found himself submitting more to the Joker's wild needs recently as well, which was even harder to acknowledge.

He was the Batman. He was strong, a shining beacon for justice and all that was good in the world. He was not a submissive man.

And yet with the Joker, he was. He was weak, he needy. He was punished by the Joker.

Fuck, he liked being punished.

Bruce shifted on his couch again and decided that he couldn't put it off any longer - he would have to at least try to get some sleep. He sighed deeply and pulled himself up. The he slowly made his way through the dark manor towards his bedroom like a man about to face his execution. Alfred was already asleep and the place was quiet. He sighed again, and tried not to think about all the things he'd rather be doing than sleeping.

Like the Joker.

Fuck.

Bruce shook his head and pushed open his bedroom door. He really had to stop thinking about the clown. The Joker certainly wasn't a problem that he was going to solve in one night…

"Finally!" came a voice from the other side of the dark room. "I thought you were never going to come to bed, Batsy."

Bruce's heart stopped in his chest.

"Joker!" Bruce hissed, all but slamming the door behind him. Alfred's bedroom was nowhere near his, but he wasn't willing to take the risk. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"You, hopefully," The Joker said. "Or maybe you can do me this time. About time we switched things up a bit, don't you think?"

It was dark, so Bruce squinted, trying to make out the other man's form by his bed. He had no idea how the clown had managed to get into the Manor, but there was no way in hell that he was staying here.

Bruce turned back to the wall, reaching for the light-switch. He flicked it on, but didn't turn back around to face his nemesis. He had to be strong, and he was worried that if he actually looked the other man in the eyes, he wouldn't be.

"Joker," he began, trying to keep his voice firm. "You can't be here. We can't do this, especially not here. It's wrong."

"But I've missed you," Joker whined. "And I've got a surprise for you."

"I can't," Bruce replied. His dick was already hardening at the thought of finally having the Joker in his bedroom, but he forced himself to ignore his growing arousal. He had to be strong…

"Turn around, Batsy," the clown said.

"No," Bruce replied. "Leave."

"Turn…around," the Joker repeated huskily, his voice practically dripping with arousal.

It was a voice Bruce couldn't resist.

Finally, Bruce slowly turned around. His heart was thudding loudly in his chest, but when his eye's finally fixed on the Joker, his breath stopped.

Because the Joker didn't look like the Joker usually looked.

The Joker was wearing a dress.

Not just any dress either. It was a long, silky, red number, with thin shoulder straps. It clung to the other man's body in all the right places, and the high heels he was wearing made the Joker's legs look impossibly longer and more feminine. Even the Joker's usual make-up had been replaced with something more feminine, and his hair – while still green - had been styled to look more like a woman's than a man's.

Bruce shifted slightly as his dick began to take an interest in what he was seeing, even though he had never been more confused in his life. Even when he'd first started having sex with men all those years ago now, he never been this confused about his sexuality. It had taken a while for him to come to terms with the fact that he liked both men and women, but this?

At the moment, the Joker was both man and woman, and Bruce had absolutely no idea what to do.

"I know you've been having doubts about us," Joker explained. "I know you've started to think about going back to more…traditional liaisons."

Bruce didn't say anything, but he didn't have to. The Joker was right, and he knew it.

"I happen to think you're being an idiot about it," Joker continued. "But I thought that this might help change your mind. Best of both worlds, no?"

It was something, that was for sure. Bruce stared at the Joker from head to toe, drinking in the sight. He swallowed hard, and felt his dick stiffen even more. God, a straight man would've had trouble resisting the Joker like this, and Bruce was definitely not an entirely straight man…

"I thought we'd try something…new," Joker continued, his voice low as he ran his hand down his body. "Do you like it?"

"Yes," Bruce said immediately, even before his brain had a chance to think about it. "Fuck, yes."

"Excellent…" Joker said. "Now for something else I know you like."

Bruce didn't move, even when Joker dropped to his knees, opened Bruce's fly, and pulled out his half-hard dick.

"Fuck…" Bruce hissed when the Joker took him in his mouth. "Fuck…"

The clown immediately began to bob his head, sucking on the thick cock as if his life depended on it. Bruce moved his hand to the clown's head, holding him in place, but he made the mistake of looking down, only to be greeted not just with the sight of the man's mouth on his cock, but also a glimpse of the man's cleavage. There were no boobs, obviously, but Joker was wearing a fucking red lace bra…

"Fuck…" Bruce closed his eyes and allowed his head to fall back as rode the sensations. He bucked his hips slightly and was rewarded with a slight moan from his partner.

Of course the Joker had always been happy to take his dick, so the clown just began to suck harder. Bruce would've been quite happy to cum like this, but he knew there was more on offer, and he was in no mood to deny himself anymore.

"Shit," Bruce swore as the clown's teeth raked along the underside of his dick. He began to push the Joker away. "Fuck, stop. Joker, stop."

The Joker finally obliged, picking himself up from the floor and sauntering towards the bed behind them. Bruce stared at the way the dress clung to the man's ass, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Joker clearly knew what Bruce wanted, because he fell back onto the bed on his back, spreading his legs as much as he could in the restrictive material of the dress.

Bruce followed him, sitting beside him on the bed. He pulled the Joker up into a seating postion and began to push the straps of the dress from his shoulders…

"No," Joker said huskily. "Leave the dress on. I want you to fuck me like this. Exactly like this –"

Bruce growled, stripped quicker than Superman, and pushed the Joker back onto the bed, moving his body on top of the other mans' and immediately capturing the clown's ruby-red lips. He ran his hands along the silky material of the dress and pushed it up over Joker's hips.

"Oh…" Bruce gasped. "Fuck, Joker…"

The man was wearing a thong. A bright-red, lacy thong that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Bruce ran one finger along the front and allowed it to traverse below and behind, running it along the Joker's ass crack.

"Fuck…" Bruce muttered as he immediately cupped the man's rock hard erection through the thin material with his other hand.

"You like?" purred Joker.

Bruce simply pulled the man into another bruising kiss, moaning into the other man's mouth.

Whilst he attacked the Joker's mouth, Bruce reached for his bedside table and grabbed the lube he kept there. He liberally coated his finger, then reached back down for the Joker's ass. He didn't pull the panties off though, he just moved the string of the thong out of the way and pressed his finger against the man's hole.

"Do it," Joker panted. "Fuck, please do it."

Bruce pushed the finger inside the man's ass as deep as it would go. The Joker moaned loudly, a sound that immediately sent more blood rushing to Bruce's cock. Bruce wasted no time in pulling the finger out and pushing it back it, fucking the clown slowly and carefully.

It wasn't long before the clown was begging for more, so Bruce added a second finger, then eventually a third, which left Joker sobbing for relief and Bruce desperate to pound his dick into the other man until they were both unconscious.

Fuck…

With the clown's dress bunched around his hips, Bruce pulled the Joker's legs up until they were spread wide and high. He slicked his own dick up, took one last look at the Joker – legs spread wide, dick throbbing behind the thin lacy thong – and lined up with the Joker's hole.

"Fuck, just do it, Batsy," Joker begged. "Take me like the slut I am."

Bruce groaned, and finally pushed forward, his dick immediately assaulted by heat, and pressure and something that was undeniably Joker. Bruce closed his eyes and focused on the sensation of being balls-deep in his enemy.

Fuck, how could he ever have doubted that this was what he was supposed to be doing?

"Fuck…" Bruce moaned. He pulled out and then without warning, slammed his hips forward, his skin slapping against the Joker's as his cock slid in deeper than ever before.

"Fuck, Joker…"

He thrust in and out, in and out, pounding into the Joker. Soon, the bed was creaking, they were both moaning, but Bruce didn't care if Alfred heard. All he cared about was getting off. Fuck, he was so close…

His deep thrusts were quickening, becoming more erratic, but Bruce knew he was going to struggle to prolong the moment.

It was too much.

It was everything.

The dress, the bra, the hair, the fucking red lace. It was the Joker, dressed as a woman, but still undeniably the Joker. They were enemy's, lovers, and now, they were connected in the most carnal of ways. He was impaling a man who could quite happily kill him, and he was loving every second of it.

Joker arched his back as Bruce pounded in and out.

"Yes!" he cried. "Fuck me. Take me. Mark me…"

"Fuck, Joker!"

"Yes!"

"Fuck!"

"Yes!"

"Fuck!"

The Joker's ass clenched, and then one more thrust, two, and then Bruce was coming harder than he'd ever come in his life, shooting steam after stream deep into the other's man's ass.

It was heat and sex and need, and Bruce never wanted to forget the feeling ever again. He was still buried deep inside the other man as they collapsed together. Spent but sated.

Finally sated.

"Fuck," Bruce muttered as he finally pulled out his softening dick and collapsed on the bed beside Joker.

Joker just giggled and leant over to press a chaste kiss against Bruce's lips.

"Well, I think we can call the dress a success," Joker giggled. "Although the panties were a bit of a surprise. Didn't know you were got so turned on by women's underwear. Fancy taking them for a spin next time? Red-lace would definitely look good on you..."

Bruce laughed and simply pulled the other man into another long, lingering kiss. The Joker definitely wasn't a problem he could solve in one night, but Bruce was sure as hell willing to try.