Warning: Rape/Non-con comes into effect here! Don't wish to read, please skip!
There was something odd about the pyromaniac that Bane couldn't place. It wasn't a bad oddity, rather it was an interesting oddity. For an arsonist, Firefly's plans had at one point backfired which caused severe burns over half his body yet he still kept his gimmick and played with the element far more afterwards. The oddity Bane found about that was he loved searing pain. One could only imagine what burning alive would feel like yet Garfield Lynns was a pyrophile to the point of inducing sexual pleasurefrom it.
Bane had seen many forms of gratification in Peña Dura between inmates from bloodplay to defecation. He took no part in those extremes. Most of the inmates there would kill for some form of release but with the lack of options for company and considering what types of criminals were in there, it wasn't beyond the realm of possibilities that weird forms of pleasure could and would happen. Fire-play, however, was a new one.
With Joker offering stay at the Royal Hotel, most of the assassins stayed there and in close proximity so it was bound to happen one way or another where they would run into each other. Bane didn't realize he would meet Firefly in the midst of a private moment...well maybe not private since he happened to be in the middle of the hall.
One of the Joker's thugs was on fire, literally on fire, bound by handcuffs with Firefly fully clothed on top of him, and the pyromaniac was all but grinding against the flailing man with a noticeable bulge in his pants. Lynns didn't have his jetpack on but his helmet still remained. Even as the thug was burning alive, Firefly pressed closer to hear the dying screams as he braced one hand on the wall and the other pressed on the man's chest as he bucked from the heat of the fire on top of his building arousal. When he came, he shuttered against the brutal cries of the burning thug until the latter finally died. He stayed on the body even as it became charcoal black, the skin melting off the bones in the chill of the winter breeze.
Bane just stared at the scene before him. If he was a normal person, he'd be outright horrified. Instead, Bane found himself unable to look away in sheer curiosity of Firefly's take on sex. Everyone had their kinks supposedly.
Firefly breathed heavy and slowly turned to his limited audience. "What the hell are you looking at? Did you enjoy the show? Hope that wasn't too hot for you."
Those sentences were said with disdain and unbridled amusement at the same time. Bane didn't say a word as Garfield lifted himself off the now smoldering remains of a human being with a small laugh. When he turned away, Bane could hear him muttering about Mexicans, which was not his nationality, and muscles. With a slight grimace, Bane went his own way.
It was nearly two days before the start of the night they were supposed to kill the Bat before he ever saw Firefly again. This time he had his jetpack and his weapon in hand, bursting into the room from the shattered windows and landing with utmost care for the sake of his equipment. The jetpack's motors died as he strode past the Joker disguised as Black Mask and set his flamethrower down on the nearest table. Bane stared again as the pyromaniac cursed.
"Stupid fucking pigs!"
The fake Black Mask tsked and snidely asked, "What? Did you try and burn down the pig pen? I thought I told you to keep a low profile until Christmas Eve!"
Garfield snarled, punching the table. "I can't be cooped up for days with nothing to do. All I was trying to do was field test my upgraded weapons and that idiot cop Branden got in my way. He even got his squad to try and shoot at me! If I ever see that boar again, I'll roast him and serve his flaming carcass for Christmas supper!"
"As much as I would like to see that, stick to the plan and don't hurt Branden yet. He's still valuable and he's our ticket to keeping Captain Gordon and his do-gooder cops off our asses."
"Whatever," Firefly fumed. "Hope you won't miss one of your henchmen, Mask. I'm feeling rather...fiery."
Black Mask did nothing but turn back to his notes, conversing with a few thugs as Firefly took his leave. Bane knew this was his chance to see how his fellow assassin would kill next. He could argue he wanted to study Firefly in case the latter turned on him but as much as he tried to convince himself of that, the more he also realized he was just intrigued to see how messed up the arsonist was, how he longed for pain to get pleasure from his kills. Bane had never felt such satisfaction in his own murders but then again, he was very hard to please.
Following a safe distance and trying not to alert the pyromaniac of his pursuit, Bane found himself deep in the hotel where many of his own mercenaries as well as other goons were casually standing around, amusing themselves on the little things the hotel had to offer for entertainment.
Firefly walked among them barely acknowledged looking for his next victim. Instead of taking to Joker's acquired thugs like he threatened, he gravitated to one of Bane's soldiers. Bane didn't stop him, only watched as Lynns made his way to the mercenary and seemed to sweet talk the man. At first, the soldier hardly took the bait of what seemed to be sexual advances but after a few more promises and Firefly almost pressing himself against the reluctant man, he caved.
Patiently, Bane waited for them to leave before stalking them as they left the crowded lobby to a much more secluded bedroom suite. It wasn't long until his mercenary was feeling up the battle suit Firefly wore and tried to remove the helmet. That seemed like a bad move as the arsonist flinched his head away. Apparently, he wasn't keen on showing his face. Bane was similar. He hated anyone touching his mask or at least having to remove it in general.
It was only a minute in to the fleeting touches and the man's shirt ripped open where things went...badly to put it in mild terms. Firefly pushed him down on the floor and straddled him. The man was obviously confused before his expression converted to terror as a container of rubber cement mixture was poured around him and onto his exposed chest.
Firefly only cocked his head with unseen malicious intent and kneaded his gloved hands down on the mixture on the man's chest, ignoring cries of his victim. Bane wasn't sure how to take the sight but he could tell it was essentially liquid napalm and it had to be warm if Firefly was touching it as much as he was. Lynns was already horny and rocked to get friction against the soldier's own crotch, laughing before bringing out matches. If the mercenary wasn't horrified already, he was now.
Bane could hear his mercenary plea, trying push off Firefly or try to at least attack him to make him think twice. It didn't faze the arsonist so when the match was struck, all three of them froze. The sound of the fire was all that could be heard in the room. Firefly carefully examined his match while Bane studied Firefly and the mercenary could only stare at the flame.
"I enjoyed your company, don't get me wrong, but I'm afraid the fires of love are not for us," Firefly mused.
As the match was slowly closing in on the streak of napalm on the man's chest, Bane didn't realize he was staring in the wide open when his soldier suddenly broke his concentration.
"Bane! Help me!"
The venom-enhanced assassin saw two brown eyes filled with fear and then noticed the golden colored visor of Firefly's helmet peering at him with an unknown expression. Since he was now exposed as a voyeur, he approached the two but Firefly did nothing to stop him, simply pressed his victim down more to prevent the man from taking advantage of the distraction.
"Two encounters in a week and the same situation, only this time I guess you've seen both halves of the story. Either this is coincidence or if I didn't know any better, you want to see me kill him and you followed me to know how I do it. And they say I'm obsessed," Garfield chuckled, throwing the burnt-out match away.
Bane sat on the bed and glanced between the heavy armored arsonist and his mercenary on the floor. He then spoke, "I do not believe you will do it."
It was probably idiotic to goad Firefly but he wanted to see what would happen and what to avoid in future encounters if any. To his surprise, Firefly stood up but took a nearby desk and threw it on the man to keep him pinned. He approached Bane and activated his jetpack with little concern of the proximity between them. He rotated himself vertically until he was upside down and hovering above just to where he was in eye contact with the larger man.
"You don't believe I'll kill him? Why? Because he's your soldier? Because you'll kill me?"
"Because I think you targeted him to attract my attention. You knew I was following you from the very beginning," Bane replied, frowning.
Firefly remained upside down but crossed his arms with a scoff, "Maybe I did hear your large footsteps from afar, and maybe I heard a few of your mercenaries say your name and look past me. But my question to you is: why are you so inclined to see what I can do? You don't strike me as the type of person that likes fire or pain for pleasure. I do what I want because it benefits me in more ways than you could probably compete with. You mess with fire, Bane, you'll get burned."
"And I suppose targeting thugs and hired gunmen instead of bosses and other major competition is you telling you don't want to risk losing or you're too afraid to go against bigger foes like me," he barked back.
Firefly seemed to be studying him with a few head movements before laughing and rotating himself back upright before cutting the power from his jetpack, removing it and placing it to the side.
He sighed, "I don't fear you if that's what you mean. I just like to see the fire try to burn in the eyes of dying people as they struggle to survive. Catching them physically on fire is just so much more fun too. Have you ever watched a man die when you were inches from them, relishing their pain and watching the light in their eyes fade?"
Bane narrowed his eyes to the pyromaniac. "Yes."
"And did you enjoy it?"
"No."
"Liar. You did, you just can't admit it. I lured you over here because you seemed so curious as to why I find pleasure in their burning corpses. Let me tell you why. I love feeling them squirm beneath me, the warmth of their flailing bodies as they try to fight to survive one last time. The heat of the fire makes me feel their pain but unlike them, I can live through it and I get off on the flickering burns my body feels through this suit despite I'm protected from it. The combination of their screams and the scars of the fire is like heaven to me. Feel sick yet? Do I horrify you?"
Honestly, Bane didn't seem very disgusted by the explanation. Firefly was right that he was kind of lying when he said he didn't get a thrill from killing but not in a sexual way. That was entirely different.
"All this time you knew I would follow?" Bane asked, more so to himself than to Lynns.
Firefly gestured with a protruding hip, "Was that not obvious? The minute you saw me with that other thug a few days ago, I knew you would eventually get it in your thick skull to find out why I did it. Why do you think I was avoiding coming here for a couple days? I knew you would follow again to see me kill. I just needed some time to think how to go about this. Tell me, do you like what you see?"
"I don't like what you do but your methods of torture are quite interesting, perhaps I can hire you for interrogation jobs when I take on the police in Gotham."
"For such a big, strong intellectual brute, you're not good when it comes to flirting are you? If you want me so bad, I'll be happy to kindle the spark between us to new heights. All you have to do is ask," Garfield mewled. "Since you know I like pain, how aggressive are you in bed or better yet, think you can make me scream like my victims?"
Bane realized he had taken his obsession with finding out Firefly's intentions a bit too far. He was deeper than he should have allowed himself to go. Now he was in a room with a newfound masochist. Yes, he was big but he didn't have the intentions of using his girth on a man today.
He gave a slight dumbfounded look as Firefly brought out his matches again and lit one, twirling it between his fingers almost mockingly. "How about a bonfire? Something to light the mood?"
Before Bane could object, Lynns tossed the match at the Bane's mercenary who was still pinned down and both of them watched as the latter was engulfed in flames screaming out his lungs as he was burning alive. Bane gave a grimace but focused on Firefly when the smaller man suddenly pushed him down on the bed and crawled on top of him.
He was about to toss the arsonist off wanting to at least put his dying soldier out of his misery but Firefly instead grinded his ass against the outline of Bane's crotch making the large assassin hiss at the sudden stimulation. It was becoming clear what Firefly wanted. He wanted Bane to fuck him, hurt him even. He wanted Bane to snap and rape him. It was a discomfort knowing the truth now but as Lynns put it, mess with fire, prepare to get burned. He fell right into this trap because he couldn't leave well enough alone.
He had three options: throw Firefly off and leave which had a multitude of consequences from Lynns telling everyone he was a coward to attacking him at a random point in time which he was unsure if he could win against such an elusive flying enemy. He could stay and let the arsonist play with him hopefully not trying to torch him in the process but he would be a passive lapdog once again which he already hated being for the Joker, or he could take control and give Lynns exactly what the masochist wanted while maintaining his reputation as a tough mercenary unmatched though he wouldn't like any minute of it. As burning flesh hit Bane's senses and he felt his loins stir from Firefly's teasing, he was about to make his decision when Lynns seemingly made his own.
Unbuckling Bane's cargo pants and bringing out his large cock, Firefly smirked, "Wow, you're very proportioned! This is going to hurt like a motherfucker. I may even bleed. You would like that, wouldn't you?"
Firefly pulled the pants of his battle suit down enough for his entrance to be accessible. He kept his own dick tucked inside and swiftly grabbed Bane before the latter could protest. In a quick motion that surprised both parties, Garfield impaled himself.
So much pain, so much shock made Firefly twitch and moan from the stinging of his ass being stretched. The heat produced by the maneuver also made him cry out in a mixture of hurt and pleasure. He could feel blood seeping inside. He gave shaky breaths as he clutched Bane's belt in a death grip.
Bane groaned from the tightness of his assaulter. His brain tried to wrap around the information that he was in someone and he was supposed to feel good. The now dead soldier's lingering carcass did nothing to help him breathe. When Lynns lifted himself off enough to linger over him, he snarled at how he was technically losing to a fire-forged freak. Firefly seemed to acknowledge his distaste for the situation because he heard a small laugh before he brutally went down again and again.
Venom may have not been currently active in his veins in its entirety but the adrenaline was becoming a vicious substitute. He began to feel the haze of the pleasure hitting him like a train from Firefly's erratic movements. He peered down at his unsheathed cock and Lynns' bouncing form when he noticed blood was present in each impalement. He knew it wasn't his. At this point, he was losing not because he was fucking another man unwillingly but because he wasn't in control. If they were going to do this, they were going to do it his way.
He grabbed the pyromaniac and flipped him, holding his legs wide as Firefly was forced to lie on the bed. Bane growled inwardly, thrusting hard and watching the blood coat his dick more as it penetrated and emerged over and over again. The bed cover of white silk was stained horribly. The bed frame was rattling enough to be heard a few floors down.
There was no real pleasure in what he was doing, no satisfaction of taking Firefly. Even as the smaller man panted and gripped the sheets, Bane only saw his goal to finish and be done with him. His body may have been reacting to it well but physical reactions and mental ones were completely different and Bane wasn't happy in the slightest. There was no victory in this, just an empty release he could have done without.
When Firefly arched his back in orgasm, Bane still continued to hold back. At least he could torment the criminal with an uncomfortable prolonging of his release. Sharp thrusts followed by untamed grunts of fury was all Bane could do until he reached his limit and came into the tight opening, gaining a weak whine from the man below him.
Regaining enough consciousness in the aftermath of crude pleasure, Bane ripped himself away from Firefly to the pain of the latter and growled, "Demonio volador malvado, me disgustas!"
Lynns groaned sorely but gave a small laugh, "I don't speak Spanish but if that is you saying you hated it, it's funny that you didn't stop when you took control. You could have easily killed me but you didn't. Goes to show just how fucked up you are like the rest of us."
Bane tucked his flaccid member back into his pants. "I am nothing like you."
The arsonist clambered to the side with a wince and used the bed post to help him upright. He continued to catch his breath as he spoke, "You can ignore it all you want but you are. I have to say that was fun. Maybe I should visit you more often. Hehehe."
"Psicópata," Bane hissed.
He looked at the charred remains of his soldier, almost forgetting it was there before turning to Lynns in utter revulsion. He couldn't have left the room fast enough. If these were the criminals Gotham had on a daily basis, screw trying to take it over. He'd rather blow up the city and its occupants.
AN: Yeah, Firefly in my universe is a sweetheart who got raped by his ex-girlfriend. This motherfucker in the Arkhamverse I would totally believe would fuck someone with or without their permission since it is canon as with the comics he finds pleasure from pain so this horny bitch would and could do this without a second thought.