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Eddy could still hear the sirens in the distance, the never ending wail that was Gotham’s courtship call to it’s underbelly’s finest. He could even hear the explosions still, the bursts of ear splitting sound that echoed through out the old buildings, around corner and got into the cracks of the very bones in his body.
He could hear it, but he couldn’t see a damn thing- his vision blocked by one slightly mad-in-the-head clown, and his startling red-tear of a grin. A grin that was currently pressed up against his own mouth, as the Joker backed him against a wall. It was almost unsettling how the man managed to smile and kiss him, all at once.
“Liven up, Edd-yyyy.” he cooed, one hand grasping at his tie, holding it taut. “Nothing like the smell of gasoline in the night to get blood pumping.” Eddy tilted his head up, trying to get a breath in, and the Joker took advantage, found his pulse point on his neck and sucked on the sensitive skin. He opened his mouth, exhaled, audibly, and the Joker chuckled.
How Eddy had gotten into this mess was fairly simple. You didn’t really turn down the Joker when he asked you out for a night of fun in the city. You really didn’t turn the Joker down when he asked for anything. Especially when he showed up with his far-too intimidating sometimes girlfriend and announced that there’d be explosions in the next hour.
All Eddy had to do was help him have a little fun. Easy night, right?
Eddy hadn’t planned on the object of his fun being him.
The Joker had his tie open, his jacket shoved off his shoulders, part way down his arms. Eddy couldn’t move, not because the clown was holding him down so tightly, but because his mind simply felt dumbstruck. Not that the Joker hadn’t made the occasional sly, sexual joke at his expense, a comment here and there- but that was it. He was too obsessed with the Bat, too hounded by Harley, that Eddy just assumed they were jokes.
He wasn’t sure he had ever been so wrong.
Those gloved hands were working on the buttons of his shirt, the Joker having pulled back, watching his own fingers work, murmuring something to himself. Eddy thought to stop him, shifted a shoulder, and the clown froze, glancing up without moving.
“Gonna play hard to, ah, get, Eddy boy? Because trust me, I know the king of that game. You don’t have his scowl baby.” He grinned, opting to tear the last half of the buttons, Eddy’s chest and stomach exposed to the cool night air suddenly. “Be-ah-sides, dollface, we both know you want this.”
It wasn’t a lie. Eddy had spent plenty of nights thinking about the terrifying clown, with those bright eyes, that jarring smile, the way those sharp, pearly teeth probably felt against his skin. Oh, he’d spent a lot of time on that.
The Joker bunched fabric under his hands, tearing it all down Eddy’s arms, leaving it to fall to the wet concrete. Then Eddy’s back was pressed to the rough brick wall, the Joker pressing up against him, kissing him again. This time, there was less grin, more almost desperate movements of his lips. Eddy whined, wasn’t sure where the sound came from inside him, reached up to throw his arms around the Joker’s neck, to hold tight to him.
There was a chuckle, rumbling from the Joker’s mouth to his own, and then a tongue tracing his lower lip, pressing into his mouth, working to keep him silent. The Joker reached up, pressed one fist against the brick wall, above Eddy’s head, the other gloved hand grabbing his waist for a moment as he worked his thigh between Eddy’s legs, creating a sudden friction that had Eddy choking.
“Now see,” the Joker whispered, pulling back to speak just above Eddy’s lips, “You’re easy to work up, and I rather like that. Makes a guy feel wanted.” His thumb traced a little circle against Eddy’s skin, before his hand moved down, between them, working to pop open the button to his pants. “Answer a riddle for me, Eddy. If you have enough blood in that sweet brain of yours.” He dragged Eddy’s zipper down, his hand delving down into his pants, hand wrapping around the base of his cock. “What’s pretty and loud and possibly my favorite toy of the night?”
Eddy gasped as the Joker stroked, the feeling of his glove on skin a burst of new sensation, made even better when he pressed his palm over the head of Eddy’s cock, dragged pre-cum down his shaft with his next stroke.
“Could be the explosions,” the Joker reasoned, his voice sing-song like and ever in control. “They’re simply gorgeous, don’t you agree?” He tightened his fist, and Eddy groaned, shifted, the brick dragging against the bear skin of his back. “And definitely loud. But I don’t know if they’re my favorite toy.” He leaned in, pressed his mouth along Eddy’s collar bone, left scarlet smudges in the shape of his lips.
“Maybe the sirens,” he offered, licking his way up to Eddy’s neck, making him squirm more as he never once faltered in his rhythm, Eddy’s cock so hard he was sure he might simply die. “They’re most definitely loud. And they are quite a fun toy.” He grazed his teeth against Eddy’s neck, teasing pressure that had him gasping. “But I don’t think they’re terribly pretty.”
He bit down then, nearly breaking the skin, and Eddy howled, threw his head back, knocking against the brick, seeing stars behind his eyes for a moment from the pain. When it settled, there was only the throb in his neck, which the Joker was kissing at, licking at.
“What could it be, Eddy? Do you have any ideas, sugar?” Eddy tried to breathe, tried to remember how and was failing, chest rising and falling rapidly as he gasped for air. His mouth moved and a sound left his throat, an attempt at a word that only had the Joker turning his ear towards him, grinning madly. “Mmm, do speak up little puzzle boy.”
“M-me,” he choked out, and that grin grew, the Joker’s fist tightening around his cock as he stroked faster.
“Bing-o!” He moved back up to Eddy’s mouth, kissing him, ravishing him until he was dizzy, the city spinning behind his closed eyes. Eddy clung to him, rocking his hips into his hand, so close that he felt fire up all along his spine, his belly so tight he felt he might snap in two. He locked his arms around the Joker again, gripping at the back of his jacket, wishing he could feel his scarred skin, wondering what it would be like to lick each gash of white and pink that adorned his body.
Eddy moaned into him, pushed into his hand a final time, gasping and trying to cry out as he came, his body shaking. The Joker drank down each sound, not stopping his strokes until Eddy was a near-limp mess, leaning back fully onto the brick wall, feeling wet at the base of his cock, up against his lower belly.
The Joker pulled back, fully form his grasp, taking a step back and smirking at him. He lifted his gloved hand, turning it in the cocktail of pale moonlight, faded streetlight glow, allowing the pearly essence to shine. Eddy flushed over how wet his glove truly was.
“Oh yes,” he breathed, bringing it to his lips and licking up along his palm, over his ring finger, “you’re definitely my favorite toy of the night.”