Fic/Art: Chance in Hell (with bonus pr0n)
Title: Chance in Hell
Author: ehmaz
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bateman/Joker
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Warnings: [murder, torture, blood-play, snowballing]
Summary: (PWP) Patrick Bateman and the Joker have a very chance meeting and discover they have a lot in common!
Notes: ~3k words. This is an official fanfic of the "I support the snowballing" campaign, started by rekindle956 and aryador. Joking aside, I hope you two recognize some of your requests and enjoy! :D
The empty warehouse had come to serve Patrick Bateman well. Not only had he been dumping bodies here for the past week, but the last few times he had brought his victims here to begin with. The clean-up was easy and there were never complications of getting the corpse to the warehouse to dump. It was like one-stop shopping. He simply stacked the bodies in a back room with no flooring, and covered them with plastic he kept stored for just that purpose. The smell was atrocious, but didn't really bother him anymore. It wasn't so bad if you kept the door to the sludge room, as he'd dubbed it, closed.
Patrick had brought something special with him tonight. He dragged the unconscious girl from the trunk of his car inside the warehouse. She had duct tape around her head, covering her mouth. Her wrists were taped together behind her back and there was tape around her ankles and around her thighs above the knees. She was wearing a small black dress but her matching heels had fallen out in his trunk. Pat decided to dump those in the river on his way home tonight. While all of this was well and good, what had Pat especially excited tonight was the special thing he'd brought: his video equipment.
He dragged the girl to the center of the room and tossed her aside while he retrieved the camera and tripod. With practiced efficiency, he set up the recorder and focused it in on the girl. It only took about ten minutes for her to start waking up, and he watched through the side-screen on the camera making sure it captured all the little emotions as her eyes fluttered opened and she gave her bonds their initial tests of movement. Her eyes were a dull brown but they were beautiful filled with fear and confusion like that.
She finally fought her way through the haze enough to realize Patrick was there, and that he was videotaping her. As if her situation wasn't dire enough, the mere fact it was being video taped sent her into a new level of hysterics. Patrick laughed at the futility of her struggles and went from watching through the camera to watching her directly instead. When Patrick started unfastening his tie and taking off his jacket, she finally started crying.
Patrick had just put his fingers to the third button of his dress shirt when a loud creaking sound reverberated in the warehouse. He spun around in time to see a very bizarre sight: a man with green hair and a purple suit dragging in what was obviously a corpse of some kind in a bloody, black trash bag. When the man turned at the sound of Patrick's struggling victim, Pat realized this was the Joker the news had been going on about for months.
The two men stared at each other silently for a solid minute. The Joker's eyes kept darting from Patrick to the bound woman and back until he suddenly burst out in wild laughter. The Joker dropped the end of the trash bag and doubled over in fits of laughter which soon turned hysterical. The sound was unnerving enough that Patrick's victim stopped straining at the duct tape to just stare at the second madman of her nightmarish evening.
Finally regaining command of himself somewhat, the Joker straightened and motioned with a purple-gloved finger between Patrick and the girl. "Well, don't you two make a cute couple. Sorry for ruining the moment."
Patrick grabbed up his jacket coat as nonchalantly as possible, but the Joker must have sensed his purpose because while Patrick pulled out his handgun, the Joker pulled a knife out of seemingly nowhere. Patrick smirked, "I win."
"Ha ha... ha! Does this mean I get to feature in your little home vid-e-o?" The Joker raised his eyebrows and licked his lower lip as if the idea appealed to him.
Patrick made a disgusted face. "I don't think so. However, I can't just let you leave."
"Oh, come on," said the Joker, taking a few jaunty steps closer. "I'm somewhat of a home-movie buff myself." His gaze flashed to the girl and he eyed her, using his free hand to smooth back his greasy hair. "Maybe I could even give you a few... pointers."
With an uncertain sigh, Patrick assessed the situation as logically as he could. The Joker was the most wanted criminal in the city, and he was evidently in the process of dumping a body of his own. Patrick could only assume that the body in the trash bag was human. What were the chances of the Joker coming to his warehouse? About a snowball's chance in hell, he guessed.
Anyway, it wasn't like the Joker would turn Patrick in, being wanted himself. According to the news, the Joker was some kind of criminal mastermind as well as being a madman. He had the entire mob under his thumb, if the news was to be believed, and those weren't the kind of connections Patrick wanted to get on the wrong side of.
If anything, he would want to kill Patrick, but there was really no need for him to kill the Joker. Wouldn't it be ironic for Pat to be dumped amongst the refuse in the sludge room?
He motioned towards the trash bag with his gun. "What's in there?"
The Joker gave a short bark of laughter and kicked the bag a few times, causing a horrible squelching noise from within the plastic. "Just someone who couldn't take a joke!" He kicked the bag again and the knot on top came undone enough for the fingers of an obviously human hand to poke out. The Joker started to turn back to Patrick but the hand slipped the rest of the way out and thumped to the floor; it had been hacked off at the wrist. "Oops," said Joker, reaching down to poke the hand back inside the bag.
Patrick motioned again with the handgun, this time for the Joker to come around next to the girl still whimpering on the concrete floor. "Your idea may have some potential after all."
Now that the idea was forming in Pat's mind, the more he liked it. He could feel his cock twitch in his pants and he suppressed a smile as he once again noticed the knife the Joker was holding loosely in his fingers. "What would you do with her?" Patrick asked as he moved behind the camera to make sure that the Joker was at least partially in the shot. He kept the gun leveled at the man but wasn't really sure he would need it. The other man didn't seem very threatening to Pat, though he had a feeling the girl hyperventilating on the floor thought quite differently.
"Well I wouldn't fuck her, that's for sure," the Joker quipped, giving Patrick an odd look. Patrick merely sneered at him.
"To each his own," he continued, stretching his scarred lips into a mocking grin before he looked back down at the bound woman and nudged her with the bloody end of his brown shoe. "Not very lively is she?"
"Probably in shock," Patrick murmured, coming around the camera and undoing another button on his shirt. The erection he'd lost when the other man interrupted was coming back now. He'd never thought in a million years he would be sharing one of his, what? Scenes? Sure, he never thought he'd be sharing a scene with anyone else. He hadn't really thought about the fact the others would enjoy these things too, let alone that he'd have the bizarre opportunity to indulge in it with a like-minded psychotic. He glanced at the Joker, barely resisting the urge to adjust himself.
The Joker looked pointedly from his face, to his crotch and back. Patrick clenched his jaw and refused to be embarrassed. "Well? What would you do?" Pat asked, losing his patience.
"To be honest with you," the Joker said in a musing tone, "I'm not real interested in her. You, on the other hand..." He lowered his head, glancing at the girl before letting his green eyes travel the length of Patrick's body from head to toe. "What's your name, little boy?"
He couldn't help the flush this time, but he did clench his teeth again and narrow his eyes at the Joker.
"Don't be shy," the other man said, stretching his hands out, palms up, giving an innocent look that looked disturbing on the painted face. "We're all friends here, right? Right?" He nudged the girl again, who had started shaking her head back and forth frantically.
When she started inching her body away from them like a worm, both men reacted immediately. The Joker kicked her in the side, breaking a rib with a loud crack; Pat stepped painfully on her ankle, breaking several bones with grating crunches. As the girl screamed uselessly behind the tape gag, the two men looked at each other and while the Joker grinned madly, Patrick felt himself grow harder.
This time, he did adjust himself. The Joker watched, then mirrored his movements. "Quite the little sadist, aren't we?" The Joker asked in a husky voice that made the hair on Pat's neck tingle. "Tell me, what makes you hard? The feel of the bone crushing, the sound of it, just the fact that you did that, that you destroyed something, or is it their scream afterwards? The look in their eye?" The Joker had started removing his own clothing during his questions, his eyes never leaving Patrick's face despite the pitiful wailing coming from the girl at their feet.
Patrick felt his cock twitch again and he took a steadying breath, his palm feeling sweaty on the gun handle. "I-I don't know," he answered truthfully, watching the other man undress. When the Joker was standing in just his purple pin-striped pants and shoes, Patrick said, "Everything, I guess. All of it."
The Joker kneeled down on one knee then and finally looked away from Patrick. His face blank except the false grin, the Joker once again took up his knife and started carving into the girl. Patrick watched in amazement as blood started to flow freely from seemingly random cuts and slices. The Joker started breathing heavily due to his deft knife work; the mask of control quickly loosed as the Joker began just stabbing the squirming torso heavily
It was amazing and unbelievable. Patrick let the gun slip from his numb fingers and he stripped off the rest of his clothing quickly while he watched. The woman was taking forever to die, and Patrick gripped his balls and tugged to stave off the arousal pulsing through his veins. He couldn't help cupping and rolling them as the Joker continued working the useless flesh over with flashes of the wicked knife. Patrick, though he'd killed countless by now, had never watched a murder or torture like this. He wasn't sure if it was as erotic as doing it himself, but it was fucking close anyway.
By the time the woman finally lay limp on the concrete in a pool of blood, Patrick was panting harshly with a sheen of sweat on his chest and forehead. He swallowed a few times and tugged on his sac again as the Joker stood up. He was like something out of a horror movie with huge splashes of blood spray all over his naked torso and horribly painted clown face, the knife still held in his hand and dripping with gore.
Patrick heard an embarrassing whiny sound come from his throat as he almost came on the spot. The Joker smiled knowingly and brought the knife up to his scarred face. He made sure Patrick was watching as he slowly licked the knife.
With a groan lower than he'd ever heard from himself, Patrick felt orgasm building at the base of his cock and he pinched there ruthlessly with his fingers, staving off the eminent release.
"It's not about having control," he heard the Joker say. Patrick had his eyes clenched shut, still squeezing the base of his shaft. He felt like a light breeze could set him off at this point. "It's about losing control. You don't have some kind of godly power over them," he continued, and Patrick knew the Joker was referring to his victims. He supposed it was fairly evident this girl wasn't his first. "You use them to know yourself better. That's what brings you back again... and again... and again." The last was said directly into Patrick's ear, the Joker's foul breath tickling the side of his face.
Without any thought, Patrick finally released the death-pinch on his swollen member grabbed the Joker. They struggled for only a moment before Pat was able to push the other man to his knees next to the still-bleeding lump. "Suck it," he muttered.
Some small, far-away place in his muddled brain was surprised when the Joker immediately grabbed his hips and sucked Patrick's entire length between his red-painted lips. The other ninety-nine percent was enraptured by the view.
The Joker's eyes were heavily lidded, and the effect was exaggerated by the black-painted sockets they looked out from. He kept his eyes locked onto Patrick's face the entire time. The bright red around the Joker's lips and horribly mutilated cheeks was accentuated by artistic splatters of blood. Patrick was already breathing in harsh gasps, but the image of red make-up and blood transferring to the slick flesh sliding between the other man's lips was enough to send him over the edge.
Patrick howled with his release, gripping the disgusting green hair painfully tight and pulling the Joker's head to him, shoving his prick in until it gagged the Joker, shooting wad after wad into the abused mouth. His legs gave out and he tumbled down next to the Joker, unable to catch his breath and rasping painfully. He'd never had such a powerful orgasm, and he was nearly trembling from the experience.
Before he realized what was happening, the Joker was laying him back gently and leaning over him. The Joker supported Patrick's head and held it up slightly as he slowly opened his mouth and let a mixture of saliva and Patrick's own come slowly drizzle from between his lips down to Patrick's face.
Pat felt his eyes fluttering closed and he groaned again, opening his mouth in invitation. He felt the salty mixture oozing over his lips and chin and into his mouth and when he opened his eyes briefly, he could see a trail of it attached from his lips up to the Joker's.
They locked eyes before the Joker leaned down and began kissing him slowly. Their tongues played together over each other's lips and chins, sliding the sticky mixture around on each other, sliding their tongues together, moving their lips through the come and each other's saliva.
Amazingly, Pat's cock twitched again, and he finally pulled back and looked up at the Joker, who was grinning smugly. Pat gave a tentative laugh and looked the Joker's face over, his eyes lingering on the harsh scars. He was pushed down to the concrete roughly and the Joker half laid on him while undoing his purple pants and shoving them down enough that he could rub his own leaking prick against Patrick's hard body.
Patrick rubbed his muscular thigh between the Joker's legs, letting him hump against it with jerky movements. He tried to pull the other man tighter against him, but the Joker fought the contact and shoved him back harshly again, making Patrick's head hit the floor. The Joker held himself up, his hands planted on Pat's wider chest, and sought his orgasm solely through frottage.
While he wasn't sure the Joker even looked like he was enjoying it, the man on top of him suddenly tensed and he felt spasms of come shooting against his thigh. Patrick settled his hands on the Joker's hips and let him ride out his orgasm, while Patrick flexed his thigh against the Joker's cock, trying to make the other man's orgasm last longer.
When they were both finished and had caught their breath, the Joker hopped up from the floor and grabbed his clothes. Patrick wanted to say something, anything, but he couldn't think of what to say. It's not like this was a regular social situation that he could read one of his etiquette books about, and be prepared for ahead of time. He slowly dressed too, continually glancing up at the other man who was strangely subdued.
The Joker picked up his knife once he was fully clothed and wiped the blood off on the woman's black dress before replacing it in one of his pockets. He patted himself down and looked around, his tongue darting out to the corner of his mouth before he gave an exaggerated shrug. "I guess I got what I came for." He flashed a smile before moving quickly towards the door he had originally come from.
He wasn't sure why, but Patrick called out with a hint of desperation in his voice. "Patrick. M... My name is Patrick."
The Joker paused and turned on his heel to look at Patrick. He eyed him curiously for a moment before giving a little bow. "I think the pleasure was both of ours, Patrick. See you around."
Patrick watched him leave as he slowly fastened his tie in place with a tight knot. He looked around at the gorey, bloody room and then his eyes wandered to the camera still on its tripod. His eyes widened and he hurried over. The red "Record" light was still on, and Patrick quickly stopped it and rewound it a few minutes. He pushed the "Play" button and couldn't help the grin that spread on his face. He couldn't wait to get home and return this video tape to his growing collection.
Author's Note: And my parting gift is a drawing I did for the fic, I'm sure you'll recognize it from above!
Onwards to Part 2!
Author: ehmaz
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bateman/Joker
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Warnings: [murder, torture, blood-play, snowballing]
Summary: (PWP) Patrick Bateman and the Joker have a very chance meeting and discover they have a lot in common!
Notes: ~3k words. This is an official fanfic of the "I support the snowballing" campaign, started by rekindle956 and aryador. Joking aside, I hope you two recognize some of your requests and enjoy! :D
The empty warehouse had come to serve Patrick Bateman well. Not only had he been dumping bodies here for the past week, but the last few times he had brought his victims here to begin with. The clean-up was easy and there were never complications of getting the corpse to the warehouse to dump. It was like one-stop shopping. He simply stacked the bodies in a back room with no flooring, and covered them with plastic he kept stored for just that purpose. The smell was atrocious, but didn't really bother him anymore. It wasn't so bad if you kept the door to the sludge room, as he'd dubbed it, closed.
Patrick had brought something special with him tonight. He dragged the unconscious girl from the trunk of his car inside the warehouse. She had duct tape around her head, covering her mouth. Her wrists were taped together behind her back and there was tape around her ankles and around her thighs above the knees. She was wearing a small black dress but her matching heels had fallen out in his trunk. Pat decided to dump those in the river on his way home tonight. While all of this was well and good, what had Pat especially excited tonight was the special thing he'd brought: his video equipment.
He dragged the girl to the center of the room and tossed her aside while he retrieved the camera and tripod. With practiced efficiency, he set up the recorder and focused it in on the girl. It only took about ten minutes for her to start waking up, and he watched through the side-screen on the camera making sure it captured all the little emotions as her eyes fluttered opened and she gave her bonds their initial tests of movement. Her eyes were a dull brown but they were beautiful filled with fear and confusion like that.
She finally fought her way through the haze enough to realize Patrick was there, and that he was videotaping her. As if her situation wasn't dire enough, the mere fact it was being video taped sent her into a new level of hysterics. Patrick laughed at the futility of her struggles and went from watching through the camera to watching her directly instead. When Patrick started unfastening his tie and taking off his jacket, she finally started crying.
Patrick had just put his fingers to the third button of his dress shirt when a loud creaking sound reverberated in the warehouse. He spun around in time to see a very bizarre sight: a man with green hair and a purple suit dragging in what was obviously a corpse of some kind in a bloody, black trash bag. When the man turned at the sound of Patrick's struggling victim, Pat realized this was the Joker the news had been going on about for months.
The two men stared at each other silently for a solid minute. The Joker's eyes kept darting from Patrick to the bound woman and back until he suddenly burst out in wild laughter. The Joker dropped the end of the trash bag and doubled over in fits of laughter which soon turned hysterical. The sound was unnerving enough that Patrick's victim stopped straining at the duct tape to just stare at the second madman of her nightmarish evening.
Finally regaining command of himself somewhat, the Joker straightened and motioned with a purple-gloved finger between Patrick and the girl. "Well, don't you two make a cute couple. Sorry for ruining the moment."
Patrick grabbed up his jacket coat as nonchalantly as possible, but the Joker must have sensed his purpose because while Patrick pulled out his handgun, the Joker pulled a knife out of seemingly nowhere. Patrick smirked, "I win."
"Ha ha... ha! Does this mean I get to feature in your little home vid-e-o?" The Joker raised his eyebrows and licked his lower lip as if the idea appealed to him.
Patrick made a disgusted face. "I don't think so. However, I can't just let you leave."
"Oh, come on," said the Joker, taking a few jaunty steps closer. "I'm somewhat of a home-movie buff myself." His gaze flashed to the girl and he eyed her, using his free hand to smooth back his greasy hair. "Maybe I could even give you a few... pointers."
With an uncertain sigh, Patrick assessed the situation as logically as he could. The Joker was the most wanted criminal in the city, and he was evidently in the process of dumping a body of his own. Patrick could only assume that the body in the trash bag was human. What were the chances of the Joker coming to his warehouse? About a snowball's chance in hell, he guessed.
Anyway, it wasn't like the Joker would turn Patrick in, being wanted himself. According to the news, the Joker was some kind of criminal mastermind as well as being a madman. He had the entire mob under his thumb, if the news was to be believed, and those weren't the kind of connections Patrick wanted to get on the wrong side of.
If anything, he would want to kill Patrick, but there was really no need for him to kill the Joker. Wouldn't it be ironic for Pat to be dumped amongst the refuse in the sludge room?
He motioned towards the trash bag with his gun. "What's in there?"
The Joker gave a short bark of laughter and kicked the bag a few times, causing a horrible squelching noise from within the plastic. "Just someone who couldn't take a joke!" He kicked the bag again and the knot on top came undone enough for the fingers of an obviously human hand to poke out. The Joker started to turn back to Patrick but the hand slipped the rest of the way out and thumped to the floor; it had been hacked off at the wrist. "Oops," said Joker, reaching down to poke the hand back inside the bag.
Patrick motioned again with the handgun, this time for the Joker to come around next to the girl still whimpering on the concrete floor. "Your idea may have some potential after all."
Now that the idea was forming in Pat's mind, the more he liked it. He could feel his cock twitch in his pants and he suppressed a smile as he once again noticed the knife the Joker was holding loosely in his fingers. "What would you do with her?" Patrick asked as he moved behind the camera to make sure that the Joker was at least partially in the shot. He kept the gun leveled at the man but wasn't really sure he would need it. The other man didn't seem very threatening to Pat, though he had a feeling the girl hyperventilating on the floor thought quite differently.
"Well I wouldn't fuck her, that's for sure," the Joker quipped, giving Patrick an odd look. Patrick merely sneered at him.
"To each his own," he continued, stretching his scarred lips into a mocking grin before he looked back down at the bound woman and nudged her with the bloody end of his brown shoe. "Not very lively is she?"
"Probably in shock," Patrick murmured, coming around the camera and undoing another button on his shirt. The erection he'd lost when the other man interrupted was coming back now. He'd never thought in a million years he would be sharing one of his, what? Scenes? Sure, he never thought he'd be sharing a scene with anyone else. He hadn't really thought about the fact the others would enjoy these things too, let alone that he'd have the bizarre opportunity to indulge in it with a like-minded psychotic. He glanced at the Joker, barely resisting the urge to adjust himself.
The Joker looked pointedly from his face, to his crotch and back. Patrick clenched his jaw and refused to be embarrassed. "Well? What would you do?" Pat asked, losing his patience.
"To be honest with you," the Joker said in a musing tone, "I'm not real interested in her. You, on the other hand..." He lowered his head, glancing at the girl before letting his green eyes travel the length of Patrick's body from head to toe. "What's your name, little boy?"
He couldn't help the flush this time, but he did clench his teeth again and narrow his eyes at the Joker.
"Don't be shy," the other man said, stretching his hands out, palms up, giving an innocent look that looked disturbing on the painted face. "We're all friends here, right? Right?" He nudged the girl again, who had started shaking her head back and forth frantically.
When she started inching her body away from them like a worm, both men reacted immediately. The Joker kicked her in the side, breaking a rib with a loud crack; Pat stepped painfully on her ankle, breaking several bones with grating crunches. As the girl screamed uselessly behind the tape gag, the two men looked at each other and while the Joker grinned madly, Patrick felt himself grow harder.
This time, he did adjust himself. The Joker watched, then mirrored his movements. "Quite the little sadist, aren't we?" The Joker asked in a husky voice that made the hair on Pat's neck tingle. "Tell me, what makes you hard? The feel of the bone crushing, the sound of it, just the fact that you did that, that you destroyed something, or is it their scream afterwards? The look in their eye?" The Joker had started removing his own clothing during his questions, his eyes never leaving Patrick's face despite the pitiful wailing coming from the girl at their feet.
Patrick felt his cock twitch again and he took a steadying breath, his palm feeling sweaty on the gun handle. "I-I don't know," he answered truthfully, watching the other man undress. When the Joker was standing in just his purple pin-striped pants and shoes, Patrick said, "Everything, I guess. All of it."
The Joker kneeled down on one knee then and finally looked away from Patrick. His face blank except the false grin, the Joker once again took up his knife and started carving into the girl. Patrick watched in amazement as blood started to flow freely from seemingly random cuts and slices. The Joker started breathing heavily due to his deft knife work; the mask of control quickly loosed as the Joker began just stabbing the squirming torso heavily
It was amazing and unbelievable. Patrick let the gun slip from his numb fingers and he stripped off the rest of his clothing quickly while he watched. The woman was taking forever to die, and Patrick gripped his balls and tugged to stave off the arousal pulsing through his veins. He couldn't help cupping and rolling them as the Joker continued working the useless flesh over with flashes of the wicked knife. Patrick, though he'd killed countless by now, had never watched a murder or torture like this. He wasn't sure if it was as erotic as doing it himself, but it was fucking close anyway.
By the time the woman finally lay limp on the concrete in a pool of blood, Patrick was panting harshly with a sheen of sweat on his chest and forehead. He swallowed a few times and tugged on his sac again as the Joker stood up. He was like something out of a horror movie with huge splashes of blood spray all over his naked torso and horribly painted clown face, the knife still held in his hand and dripping with gore.
Patrick heard an embarrassing whiny sound come from his throat as he almost came on the spot. The Joker smiled knowingly and brought the knife up to his scarred face. He made sure Patrick was watching as he slowly licked the knife.
With a groan lower than he'd ever heard from himself, Patrick felt orgasm building at the base of his cock and he pinched there ruthlessly with his fingers, staving off the eminent release.
"It's not about having control," he heard the Joker say. Patrick had his eyes clenched shut, still squeezing the base of his shaft. He felt like a light breeze could set him off at this point. "It's about losing control. You don't have some kind of godly power over them," he continued, and Patrick knew the Joker was referring to his victims. He supposed it was fairly evident this girl wasn't his first. "You use them to know yourself better. That's what brings you back again... and again... and again." The last was said directly into Patrick's ear, the Joker's foul breath tickling the side of his face.
Without any thought, Patrick finally released the death-pinch on his swollen member grabbed the Joker. They struggled for only a moment before Pat was able to push the other man to his knees next to the still-bleeding lump. "Suck it," he muttered.
Some small, far-away place in his muddled brain was surprised when the Joker immediately grabbed his hips and sucked Patrick's entire length between his red-painted lips. The other ninety-nine percent was enraptured by the view.
The Joker's eyes were heavily lidded, and the effect was exaggerated by the black-painted sockets they looked out from. He kept his eyes locked onto Patrick's face the entire time. The bright red around the Joker's lips and horribly mutilated cheeks was accentuated by artistic splatters of blood. Patrick was already breathing in harsh gasps, but the image of red make-up and blood transferring to the slick flesh sliding between the other man's lips was enough to send him over the edge.
Patrick howled with his release, gripping the disgusting green hair painfully tight and pulling the Joker's head to him, shoving his prick in until it gagged the Joker, shooting wad after wad into the abused mouth. His legs gave out and he tumbled down next to the Joker, unable to catch his breath and rasping painfully. He'd never had such a powerful orgasm, and he was nearly trembling from the experience.
Before he realized what was happening, the Joker was laying him back gently and leaning over him. The Joker supported Patrick's head and held it up slightly as he slowly opened his mouth and let a mixture of saliva and Patrick's own come slowly drizzle from between his lips down to Patrick's face.
Pat felt his eyes fluttering closed and he groaned again, opening his mouth in invitation. He felt the salty mixture oozing over his lips and chin and into his mouth and when he opened his eyes briefly, he could see a trail of it attached from his lips up to the Joker's.
They locked eyes before the Joker leaned down and began kissing him slowly. Their tongues played together over each other's lips and chins, sliding the sticky mixture around on each other, sliding their tongues together, moving their lips through the come and each other's saliva.
Amazingly, Pat's cock twitched again, and he finally pulled back and looked up at the Joker, who was grinning smugly. Pat gave a tentative laugh and looked the Joker's face over, his eyes lingering on the harsh scars. He was pushed down to the concrete roughly and the Joker half laid on him while undoing his purple pants and shoving them down enough that he could rub his own leaking prick against Patrick's hard body.
Patrick rubbed his muscular thigh between the Joker's legs, letting him hump against it with jerky movements. He tried to pull the other man tighter against him, but the Joker fought the contact and shoved him back harshly again, making Patrick's head hit the floor. The Joker held himself up, his hands planted on Pat's wider chest, and sought his orgasm solely through frottage.
While he wasn't sure the Joker even looked like he was enjoying it, the man on top of him suddenly tensed and he felt spasms of come shooting against his thigh. Patrick settled his hands on the Joker's hips and let him ride out his orgasm, while Patrick flexed his thigh against the Joker's cock, trying to make the other man's orgasm last longer.
When they were both finished and had caught their breath, the Joker hopped up from the floor and grabbed his clothes. Patrick wanted to say something, anything, but he couldn't think of what to say. It's not like this was a regular social situation that he could read one of his etiquette books about, and be prepared for ahead of time. He slowly dressed too, continually glancing up at the other man who was strangely subdued.
The Joker picked up his knife once he was fully clothed and wiped the blood off on the woman's black dress before replacing it in one of his pockets. He patted himself down and looked around, his tongue darting out to the corner of his mouth before he gave an exaggerated shrug. "I guess I got what I came for." He flashed a smile before moving quickly towards the door he had originally come from.
He wasn't sure why, but Patrick called out with a hint of desperation in his voice. "Patrick. M... My name is Patrick."
The Joker paused and turned on his heel to look at Patrick. He eyed him curiously for a moment before giving a little bow. "I think the pleasure was both of ours, Patrick. See you around."
Patrick watched him leave as he slowly fastened his tie in place with a tight knot. He looked around at the gorey, bloody room and then his eyes wandered to the camera still on its tripod. His eyes widened and he hurried over. The red "Record" light was still on, and Patrick quickly stopped it and rewound it a few minutes. He pushed the "Play" button and couldn't help the grin that spread on his face. He couldn't wait to get home and return this video tape to his growing collection.
Author's Note: And my parting gift is a drawing I did for the fic, I'm sure you'll recognize it from above!
Onwards to Part 2!