Stripped Bare

Joker pulled away from Bruce's lips and began to tug at his shirt.

"Take it off," Joker said huskily into Bruce's ear. "I want you naked."

Bruce shivered, although not entirely from the cold. It was actually a relatively warm night in the city, but that didn't mean that Bruce was okay taking his shirt off in public. Or his pants for that matter…

"I don't…"

"Come on, Brucey," Joker whispered, his fully-clothed body pressed against Bruce's, pushing his lover's body against the alleyway wall. It was night-time, but not late by any means. There were still sporadic groups of people making their way down the sidewalk only a few feet away, mostly after a night on the town. It wasn't busy exactly, but it was definitely still too busy to be doing this here…

"No, Joker. Let's just find somewhere more private," Bruce suggested, still wildly uncomfortable with having sex with the Joker in a dark, dirty, public alleyway, even despite his growing arousal. They'd had sex in public a few times before – a public restroom being the most memorable by far – but even that had been behind a closed door. This would be out in the open. The wide open. It was dark, and their faces would be hidden in the shadows, but anyone taking a close look down the alley would be able to see them going at it…

"Oh, Brucey, don't be a spoilsport," moaned Joker lewdly, clearly exaggerating his arousal to get Bruce worked up.

Bruce hated that it was working.

With a knowing look, the clown thrust his clothed erection against Bruce's, and Bruce had to bite back a moan as he fought to regain some semblance of control. He closed his eyes. God, he was wavering already, even though he knew it was a dumb idea that would probably get them arrested. Having sex in public was bad enough, but he didn't even have the benefit of Batman's armour and cowl. He was 100% Bruce Wayne tonight, right down to the $1000 tie and cufflinks he was wearing.

Fuck, he couldn't get caught.

No one knew that Bruce Wayne liked having sex with men as well as woman – apart, of course, from the Joker and the few other men he'd bedded over the years, each of whom had been sworn to secrecy. To get arrested for public indecency as well as being outed…

"Shit, I can't…" he mumbled, thrusting back against the Joker almost instinctively. He wanted to, of course he did, but wasn't worth the risk; the scandal of getting caught with a dick up his ass, especially a known criminal's…it would ruin him.

He only hoped his reluctance wouldn't ruin them…

"Fine," Joker said, suddenly eerily calm. Bruce felt his heart drop. The clown pushed himself away from Bruce, who for his part was still panting heavily, clothes and hair already in disarray following their very heavy make-out session only minutes before.

Bruce knew better than to think he had won though. With the Joker, it couldn't be that easy…

"I suppose I'll just have to go and find a more willing partner then," Joker said casually, proving Bruce's suspicions correct.

"No," Bruce replied, desperate for the Joker to stay with him, almost in spite of the potential consequences.

Still, regardless of the nature of their ongoing love-hate relationship, Bruce still had his pride, which meant that he had to at least try to get his way.

"We just need to find somewhere a little more private, that's all," he suggested, reaching for the Joker. "A hotel or something."

"Fraid not, Batsy," Joker said with a shake of his head as he stepped back. "I need more than some vanilla sex in the missionary position. After everything we've done together, I would've thought you'd have learnt that by now."

Arousal flushed though him at the mere memory of some of their earlier liaisons, and Bruce his head dropped in resignation. The Joker often needed something really crazy and fucked-up in order to get off. Apparently this was one of those times…

Joker grinned at him knowingly. "See ya around, Brucey-babe. I'm off to get me some real lovin'"

"No, wait…"

Bruce reached out again but Joker had already turned to leave, and as well as arousal, jealously hit Bruce as it always did when he imagined the clown with other people. It didn't help that Bruce was rock hard already, his throbbing dick pressing against his suit pants in a way that only served to increase his arousal.

Shit, he wanted it so bad. Dammit, he needed to get off, and these days, the Joker was the only one who could do it.

Oh fuck it…

"Joker," Bruce called as loudly as he dared. He didn't want to draw any attention to them from passers-by, but he really needed to keep the clown from actually leaving. Thankfully, the Joker stopped, and turned round.

Bruce clenched his fists, and instead of listening to his brain, decided – as he often did with the Joker - to listen to a difference part of his anatomy instead.

"Yes, Bats?" Joker asked sweetly. He knew. The fucking clown knew…

"I'll do it," Bruce said, resigned to his fate.

And to prove it, he began to loosen his tie before pulling it off completely and tossing it to the side.

"Do what?"

"I'll get naked," Bruce replied. "So that we can have sex." Bruce swallowed as he glanced nervously at another group of people who were passing the alleyway on a few feet away. "Here."

The Joker's bright red lips broke into a wide grin. "Excellent. I promise, you won't regret it."

"You better keep that promise," Bruce threatened as he shucked off his shirt and began to unbutton his pants.

He decided there and then that if they were going to do this - and it seemed like they were - then it would at least need to be quick. Not that that was usually a problem for him and the Joker. They rarely took their time, preferring to just fuck each other as hard and ruthlessly as they could until they both came.

To that end, Bruce stripped out of his suit in record time, throwing his clothes to the side carelessly as Joker watched on with definite interest.

"Oh fuck, bats…" Joker moaned as he watched Bruce strip down to his boxers. The clown was palming his growing cock through his trousers, and Bruce was starting to see the appeal of doing this here, despite the massive risk of being caught.

In fact the thrill of the risk was only adding to the excitement, and Bruce understood why the Joker didn't look like he could wait a second longer. Bruce knew he couldn't either.

Bruce finally pushed down his underwear, stepped out of them, and tossed them uncaringly to the side. Then he just stood there in the middle of the dark alleyway, completely naked, shivering slightly as he stared at Joker with lust-filled eyes, waiting for him to make the first move.

Joker obliged, pushing Bruce's naked body back against the wall and attacking his mouth, tongue immediately darting out to part Bruce's lips. Bruce opened up, his own tongue joining in, just as the Joker's hand wrapped around Bruce's already hard member.

"Mmm," he moaned. "Fuck, Joker…"

For the next few minutes, they made out against the alleyway wall – Bruce completely naked, and Joker still fully clothes. But Bruce hadn't forgotten that they could be caught at any second, so he quickly shoved a hand down the Joker's pants and started to tug hard at the clown's cock.

Joker soon got the message.

"I'm guessing you want to do this quickly then?" Joker asked as he pulled away slightly.

Bruce merely nodded, the Joker's hand still on his dick, squeezing ever so slightly. Bruce returned the favour.

"Then turn around, Batsy," Joker order huskily, "And let's get this party started."

Bruce did as he was told, shifting round until he was facing the cold alleyway wall, legs already spread invitingly. He braced himself against the wall as he felt the Joker's hands spread his cheeks. He heard the Joker spit and felt a dribble of liquid trickle down his exposed ass-crack.

"No lube, I'm afraid," Joker whispered as he began to circle a finger against Bruce's tight hole.

"Don't care," Bruce replied, biting back a moan as the finger finally sank all the way in. And he didn't care. They'd done this enough times now that the Joker's wouldn't cause too much damage. It would hurt, but Bruce liked it when it hurt.

"Fuck," he moaned when Joker began to move the finger in and out, fucking him slowly with one digit, then two, then three. Bruce moaned, jerking his own cock as the Joker fucked him with his fingers over and over again against the alleyway wall.

The man was being careful, opening him up as best he could, but Bruce didn't want careful. He wanted hard and fast and fucking deep…

"Get in me already," Bruce demanded, fisting his cock. "Come on, clown, fuck me."

He was completely naked, and his body was spread face-first against an alleyway wall as he begged to be fucked by his enemy. Maybe the Joker wasn't the only one who needed something fucked up or crazy to get off…

"And they say romance is dead," Joker retorted, but he dutifully withdrew his fingers and shifted his pants down. Bruce heard the Joker spit again and knew that he was trying to get his dick as wet as possible. It was still going to hurt through, and Bruce couldn't wait any longer.

"Fuck me, Joker," he begged again. "Just do it. Take me. Fuck me. Come on, fucking do it…"

Joker didn't reply, instead he simply placed his slick, throbbing dick at Bruce's gaping hole. Bruce held his breath and tried not to tense up.

"Ready?" Joker asked breathlessly.

"Do it," Bruce growled, steadying himself against the wall.

Joker finally thrust forward and Bruce had to bite his tongue to stop himself from screaming.

The burn of the Joker's dick breaching his walls was so exquisite he had to bite his lip to stop himself coming almost immediately, and when the Joker had finally pushed all the way in, sitting balls deep in his enemy, buried to the hilt, in Bruce's mind there was no other feeling like it in the world. He was always surprised by the sheer length and girth of the Joker's dick, the way it could reach places inside him that nothing else could…

The way it left him begging for more…

"Fuck, move," Bruce gasped. "Please."

Joker did, immediately withdrawing almost all the way before thrusting back inside. The burn of it almost brought tears to Bruce's eyes, but Joker directed his next thrust even deeper into Bruce's ass, this time brushing against his prostate. They'd been together so many times now that it was always easy for the Joker to hit him exactly where he needed it, and the pleasure that rushed through Bruce in that moment was so intense that it was enough to make Bruce forget that they were fucking in public.

He moaned. Loudly.

"Fuck, that's it," Bruce groaned, rolling his hips back, his skin slapping against the Joker's. "Harder. Harder…"

Joker obliged, and it wasn't long before Joker was rutting furiously against Bruce's back, and Bruce was pushing his ass back just as hard.

The alleyway was soon filled with their grunts and moans, the sounds of their coupling echoing through the small space. The desperate panting, groaning, the way their hips slapped together as Joker fucked him as hard as he possibly could.

Joker's hands were gripping his hips hard enough to leave bruises, and Bruce spread his thighs even further so that the Joker could push into him even more deeply than before. The feeling of that slick cock burying into his ass over and over again was pushing Bruce's right to the edge. He jerked his own swollen dick as the Joker fucked him, but he wasn't going to last long, and judging by the Joker's erratic thrusts, neither was he.

It was just starting to build to a crescendo, when Bruce heard a sound nearby…

"Wait up, boys," came a voice from the other end of the alley. "I've just gotta take a leak."

Bruce froze.

The mystery man sounded drunk, but Bruce knew there wasn't enough alcohol in the world to hide the fact that two men were fucking only a few meters away, one with his pants round his ankles, and the other completely naked with a dick up his ass. Joker stilled his movements too, but made no move to pull out. Bruce held his breath.

"Shh," Joker said in Bruce's ear, as if Bruce needed to be told to stay quiet. Bruce bit his lip, already close to coming. The Joker's dick was throbbing deep within his tight walls, and it was almost too much for him to handle.

Then they heard the man step further into the alleyway, followed the sound of a zipper. Then…

"Oh yeah," the stranger sighed as he began to release himself against the brick wall of the alleyway.

Of course the Joker chose that moment to start moving again.

Bruce closed his eyes as Joker began to fuck him again, only meters away from the stranger. Bruce could hear the piss splashing against the wall and dripping down to the floor, and he bit back a moan, the Joker still moving slowly within him. It reminded him of that time in the public restroom, when the Joker had fisted him, fucked him and pissed all over him.

Bruce had loved it then, and he was loving it now.

"Fuck…" Bruce muttered, unable to stop himself.

"Yeah, baby," Joker whispered, unrelenting in his movements. "You like that?"

"Yes," Bruce whispered back. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me…"

Joker did, fucking into Bruce with renewed speed and vigour. They could hear the other man finishing up, zipping himself back up and presumably getting ready to re-join his friends, but Bruce was no longer sure he cared. If he was going to be discovered with Joker's dick up his ass, life as he knew it would end, but at least he would die a happy man.

"Fuck," he groaned as Joker's dick continued to spread his ass and reach even more deeply with each unrelenting thrust. Bruce pushed out from the wall, bending over even more so that the Joker could get a better angle, all the while hoping that the drunk stranger had gone because there was no way he could contain himself anymore. The new angle worked, and this time Bruce moaned loudly as the Joker immediately thrust straight against his prostate. He was seeing stars already. He was so, so close…

"I'm…fuck…it's too much…"

"That's it," Joker said. "Take it. Take my dick. Let me split you wide open…"

"Fuck…harder…"

"Yes…"

"Fuck, yes…"

"Fuck…"

Bruce grunted as the Joker's thrusts increased in tempo. His arousal was building now. He was so close. So close…

"Mine," Joker grunted in his ear. "Mine."

Joker thrust again and again and again, pummelling Bruce's ass over and over until Bruce could no longer take it, and then finally Bruce was coming, harder than he'd ever come in his life, releasing himself all over his hand, the wall, the floor, as white crossed his vision and heat rushed though his entire body. The Joker thrust once more, twice, and then he was coming too, thrusting his juices deep into Bruce's tight channel and filling Bruce to the brim.

It was too much. It was everything. Bruce never wanted it to end.

Of course, like all good things, it had to end eventually.

"Good job that drunk bastard only needed a quick pee," Joker quipped as he finally pulled out of Bruce and began to pull up his trousers. Bruce leant forward with his head against the wall, trying to catch his breath. Now on a serious post-coital come-down, he was even more aware that he was fully naked, and the Joker wasn't. His thoroughly-fucked body was shivering, and Bruce knew it was only going to get colder as the night wore on. It was something he would need to rectify, just as soon as he got his breath back.

"Well, as fun as that was, Brucey," Joker began casually. "Time for me to go."

He could hear the man rustling behind him, but he didn't bother to look.

"See you soon then, Joker," Bruce said without even turning round. He was too tired, and frankly, he didn't need to. Neither of them were the snuggling type, and there would always be a next time. Always.

"Oh and Brucey?"

"Yeah?" Bruce replied tiredly. He still didn't bother to lift his head. His ass was stinging, and he could feel the Joker's cum starting to drip out of his gaping hole.

"I'll make it up to you next time, sweetie, I promise. See ya!"

It took a while for the words to sink in, and by the time they did, Joker had already gone.

Make up for what…?

Bruce finally lifted his head and looked around the empty alleyway, and suddenly it hit him. His clothes, the ones that he had carelessly tossed aside, were no longer there. Joker had taken them. He hadn't even left behind Bruce's socks.

Shit.

He was cold, he was naked, and now he had to somehow get home without any clothes on after being fucked so thoroughly by his enemy that anyone would be able to tell what had happened by taking one look at his bright red ass and the cum still dripping out of it. Bruce rubbed a hand over his face and tried to hate the clown. He really did.

As always though, he failed.

Fuck, Bruce swore to himself. Then instead of cursing his enemy, he leaned against the wall and laughed. Oh, Joker would definitely get what was coming to him.

Bruce smiled widely; he couldn't fucking wait.