Staying In, Coming Out

Bruce groaned as the Joker took him deeper and deeper into his mouth, swallowing his cock to the point where he was sure the other man couldn't breathe. Hell, Bruce could barely breathe himself. Joker could suck cock like a fucking god, and he knew he would be able to cum in seconds if he allowed himself to, especially if Joker kept fondling his balls at the same time.

"Fuck," Bruce muttered, thrusting up slightly, eyes closed as he rode through the feeling of having his cock in another man's mouth, without allowing himself to actually fall over the edge.

They were in his bed at Wayne Manor. Alfred was away and wasn't due back until morning, and that was the only reason Bruce had allowed the Joker to be there. He had to admit though, he did like having the Joker in the place where he usually only brought dumb, blond female bimbos. It also had the added bonus of being safe and protected, meaning that they could be as loud as they wanted and no one in Gotham would be any the wiser that Batman was fucking the Joker into oblivion. Or that the Joker was fucking Batman, and that Batman was loving it.

Of course Joker had wanted to meet somewhere more risqué - as he always did, the kinky freak - but Bruce had made the argument that if they were somewhere safe like his house, then they could take their time with each other and scream the house down if they so pleased. They wouldn't need to hold back their moans or fuck and run like they usually did…

Bruce moaned loudly again, holding Joker's head in place at his crotch as the Joker licked and sucked and moaned around his cock. Bruce was sweaty and tired but so, so glad he had managed to bring the Joker round to his way of thinking. They'd been rolling around on the bed together for the last few hours already – Joker had already fucked Bruce once and Bruce had fucked the Joker twice – and the Joker had finally accepted the fact that coming here – in every sense of the word - was a great idea…

Currently, Bruce was lay on his back with his lower half under the covers whilst the Joker sucked him off. He couldn't see the Joker since he was completely covered by the sheets, but that only added to the excitement. Instead of seeing the reality, he imagined the Joker, red lips wrapped around his dick, cheeks hollowed out as he sucked and licked and worshiped his partner's cock. It was heaven, pure and simple…

Bruce groaned and let his head fall against the pillow. He was so close to the edge that it hurt, and he was seconds away from giving in when the Joker suddenly pulled away.

"Fuck!" growled Bruce, thrusting up against nothing. The Joker was already sliding his naked body up though, and soon his head was popping up out of the sheets, and their mouths were connected again, and Bruce could taste himself on the Joker's tongue, could feel the Joker's rock hard cock rubbing against his as they frantically rolled around under the covers together, sweaty, naked bodies wrapped around each other.

Bruce was on top, then Joker, then Bruce, and then finally the Joker flipped them over until he was on top, holding Bruce firmly underneath him. They were thrusting hard against each other under the covers now, chasing what felt like the millionth climax of the night. Bruce was sore in every bit of his body, and he could barely catch his breath, but the pain made it even better.

He was so close…

Suddenly Joker threw the covers off them completely and manoeuvred Bruce until he was on his side, facing away from the Joker. Bruce grabbed his dick and began to tug frantically at it, just as Joker moved behind him and began to lift Bruce's right leg up, exposing Bruce's already fucked hole.

"This is going to hurt, Batsy," Joker panted, as he lined himself up. Bruce bit his lip but didn't protest. His hole was still slick from their earlier fucking but he knew the Joker was right.

"Good," Bruce said instead, stretching his leg up as far as it would go so that his thighs were wide apart. He held it in place with one arm but his other hand was still firmly on his own dick…

And then the Joker was pushing in, burying himself deep inside Bruce's tight channel, and it did hurt, but god, it was exactly what Bruce wanted.

"Fuck, yes!" Bruce shouted as Joker immediately began to thrust in and out as quickly as he could. They didn't take it slow, even when they had all the time in the world, but Bruce wouldn't change it. That's why sex with the Joker was better than any other sex he'd ever had, even the sex with other men. Because it was rough and dirty and quick, but the way he felt during and after their liaisons rivalled any other good feeling he'd felt in his life. He felt…complete.

And when they were connected, as they were now, in the most intimate of ways, Bruce felt like a missing piece of him had been filled in. The Joker completed him.

"Fuck! That's it…fuck me…" Bruce clenched his eyes shut as he rode through the burn of the Joker's dick. He didn't want it to end. He wanted the Joker's dick to stay buried in his ass forever…

"Yes, Bruce," Joker moaned loudly as he slammed into Bruce from behind. The Joker had a vice-like grip on Bruce's hips but it didn't hurt as much as the Joker's dick when it slid in and out of Bruce's tight hole with each forceful thrust…

"Fuck, harder!" moaned Bruce through clenched teeth. The pain was building but so was the pleasure and he wanted to cum so badly. He was so…fucking…close…

In fact, he was so lost in the feeling that he didn't hear the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, or hear his Butler, who had arrived home a day early, calling out for him. He didn't hear the door open, or hear Alfred gasp as he took in the sight in front of him. The sight of Bruce being fucked by a man with bright green hair...

Instead, Bruce – who was lying on his side facing away from the door - had his eyes closed as Joker slammed deep into his ass, his hand frantically pulling at his cock, chasing euphoria.

"Harder! Fuck me harder!" Bruce sobbed. Joker obliged and with one more thrust, the two of them were cumming hard, the Joker deep inside Bruce and Bruce all over his bed sheets. White crossed his vision, but eventually he remembered to breathe, although his whole body tightened as he jerked forward, riding the wave. He never wanted it to end...

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...

He felt Joker snake an arm around his body and Bruce pulled it close with a shaky breathe as his toes unclenched and he finally began to come down from his orgasm. He was quite content to remain there for the next couple of hours - with a dick still up his sore ass - until the next round of fucking. Except…

"Master Bruce!" came the slightly shrill English tone of his Butler. Bruce froze, ice flooding through his veins, but the Joker – who still had his softening dick buried deep in Bruce's ass – laughed. Loudly.

"Nice of you to join us, Alfred old chap, but you're not my type," Joker said, finally pulling out of Bruce and sitting up on the bed as if he didn't have a care in the world, making absolutely no move to cover himself up. Bruce did cover himself up with the fallen sheet but the damage was done.

Alfred stared at them, white-faced. "Bruce…explain."

"We were fucking, granddad," Joker said impishly. "I'm sure you've heard of it even if you aren't quite…capable anymore."

"Joker…" Bruce warned, staring at Alfred with horror filled eyes. He actually thought he might die of shame...

"How long has this been going on?" Alfred asked, gesturing to the two men, naked in bed together. "I didn't even know…?"

"That he likes to take a dick up his ass every now and then?" Joker finished.

"Joker!" Bruce growled, flushing bright-red. "Maybe it's time you left."

Joker gave him a long suffering sigh but deliberately turned to Bruce and planted a long kiss on his lips. Bruce returned it - purely on instinct - but hated himself for it as soon as he caught Alfred's expression. Joker, of course, was loving every second of the awkwardness.

With a shit-eating grin on his face, Joker took his time getting dressed, almost teasingly, as if he was performing a reverse strip-tease purely for Bruce. Eventually though, he was fully dressed, and after an exaggerated bow in Alfred's direction, he blew a loud kiss towards Bruce and left.

As soon as he was gone, Bruce sighed and pulled the covers up even more, as if they would protect his dignity.

"Master Bruce…" Alfred began, clearly still in shock. "You and the Joker…"

"We're…together," Bruce said. "Sometimes."

"You're…gay?" Alfred said.

"Sometimes," Bruce replied. "He….he makes my life better."

Alfred ran a hand over his face. "I think you had better explain."

And so Bruce did.

He spared his Butler the details, but he told him of their growing relationship, the Joker's changing behaviour, the way Bruce felt something towards the insane man that he didn't feel towards anyone else, male or female.

The Joker was different. He always had been and he always would be. Just like the Batman.

And when Alfred finally left - albeit still pale faced and clearly in shock - Bruce got the impression that maybe he understood, at least a little bit, why Bruce and the Joker were together.

The Joker was a part of his life now, he completed him, just like the Batman did. He was Batman and Bruce Wayne and Joker's lover, all rolled into one, and he wouldn't change it for the world. And he would keep meeting the Joker, with or without Alfred's approval.

Love, after all, made people do crazy things.