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BANG! BANG! BANG!
"Damn it- hold still!"
Jason sprinted down the alleyway, aiming his pistol toward the ground as he ran. The meta was close now, closer than he'd been all night. God, how long had he been tracking this prick down?
For such an enormous man, this guy was fast. He ran faster than he had any right to, but he was clearly unfamiliar with Gotham's alleyways.
Home field advantage: Jason.
The meta hissed out something harsh, not quite audible as he leapt atop a garbage can and scrambled to grab onto a fire escape. Jason was close behind, throwing himself onto the garbage can and reaching up—
Only to recoil harshly as the meta kicked him and started climbing. Slippery bastard.
Jason snapped, jumping after him with a harsh, "Get back here!"
"Fuck off!" The meta shouted back at him, his voice more annoyed than scared. Jason felt a surge of indignation as he pulled himself up after the interloper. "I didn't even do anything this time-!"
The meta jumped from the fire escape onto the rooftop, taking off in a dead sprint across the dirty concrete. Jason surged up behind him just a second later, drawing his pistol up with a cold scowl—
BANG!
"FUCK-!" The meta cried out, collapsing to his knees. He raised a hand up to his shoulder, hissing in pain as he pressed against the wound. “Damn it, damn it-!"
Jason holstered his weapon and jogged closer, glaring down at the meta even through his mask. He opened his mouth to speak, faltering only when he caught sight of glowing, brilliant green.
There, between the meta's trembling fingers, a flash of toxic green. Familiar, too familiar, bringing back old memories of—
Oh. Lazarus Water.
"What the hell…?" Jason breathed, his eyes wide. He stepped closer, jerking back when the meta turned to look up at him, vicious, sharp-toothed, seething.
"You SHOT me?!" The meta snarled, his features flickering into something wrong. His eyes were literally glowing, his fanged teeth bared with fury. "What's wrong with you?!"
"You shouldn't have been in my city," Jason retorted with a scowl, straightening his back. He squared his shoulders, tilting his chin upwards cockily. "Consider that a warning shot. Next time, it'll be your head- ACK-!"
The meta's legs swept under his feet, sending him slamming onto the concrete ground. He barely caught himself before the man was atop him, his bulky figure pinning Jason down, holding his wrists in a tight, painful grip.
Jason bucked up against him, letting out a choked cry as the man's grip on his wrists tightened sharply. He could feel the bones in his hands grinding against one another, but thankfully, the pressure vanished after just a moment.
A warning, then. Good thing he was good at ignoring those.
"Hold- Ancients, hold still, you little prick-” the man grunted as Jason fought against him, his thighs tightening on either side of Jason's hips. Fuck. "Damn it-”
Jason opened his mouth to curse him out, only to be met with a large hand wrapping around his throat. He let out a choked grunt, wheezing and gasping for air as the grip on his windpipe squeezed, restricting his precious air—
He squirmed, arching a leg up to throw the guy aside— and like it was nothing, the man stayed firmly in place, barely even grunting as Jason's armored knee hit him squarely in the back. Fuck.
He kicked again, and again, and again, but it did nothing. His head was starting to spin, his knee ached, and his assailant looked more smug with every passing second. He couldn't even move his wrists to grab at another weapon. He was stuck.
This guy was as big as Bane, but he clearly had enough patience to wait for Jason to die a quiet, slow death. Fuck, this was bad.
He thrashed wildly, fighting for air, but the grip stayed firmly in place. Spots danced in his vision, panic and fear overwhelming his mind, his blood rushing—
He felt a twitch. Blood was flowing to the exact wrong place. Oh, fuck.
Above him, the meta went still. The grip on his throat loosened as the man shifted slightly, no doubt feeling Jason's half-hard cock even through his padded jeans. He took in a labored breath, fighting against the hand still pressing carefully against his esophagus.
"…No way," the meta said quietly, his green eyes squinted in disbelief. His gaze flickered between Jason's mask and crotch. "There's no way, you're not actually-”
"Shut- shut up-” Jason wheezed, barely able to struggle against the lightheaded, dizzy sensation of asphyxiation. His entire body was tingling, not entirely unlike arousal, and fuck, it didn't help that the guy was hot. "Stop…"
"Dude, don't make it weird," the meta hissed, finally releasing his throat. Jason gasped, his sore lungs finally expanding and contracting as he coughed, unable to help himself. He tried to sit up, but there were hands on his shoulders and he was pushed back down, held firmly against the concrete as he hacked and wheezed.
Finally, he laid there and caught his breath, almost resigned to being at the mercy of this enormous, violent meta. Well, that wasn't totally fair — technically, he'd shot first.
"Stay down," the man said harshly, and there was a look in his eyes that Jason didn't love. He didn't fight, though, and that seemed to be the right decision.
He could still feel heat curling in his belly, the lingering touch of arousal lighting up his nerves. He bit the inside of his cheek, curious despite himself, and simply observed the man as he caught his breath.
His hair was a shock of white, messy and long, trailing barely past his broad shoulders. He wore mostly black, though the effect was ruined by the large stain of green on his shoulder, the fabric saturated with whatever horrible kind of blood ran through his veins.
The man must have noticed that he was distracted, even with his mask in place, because he quirked a white brow. Finally, he smirked, sharp and a bit cruel.
"You're still making it weird."
Jason felt himself flush. He gritted his teeth, fighting to keep his voice steady even with the voice modulator. "It'd be less weird if you got off of my dick."
"You'd shoot me again," the man said, though he didn't seem overly concerned. Sure enough, the bullet wound on his shoulder wasn't bleeding anymore. A healing factor, then. Damn.
"You'd deserve it," Jason grumbled, rolling his eyes. He noted that the man hadn't moved to get off of him. He noted that his boner was still, embarrassingly, poking into the stranger's ass.
"Mhm," the man hummed, his attention clearly elsewhere. One hand vanished from Jason's shoulder and traveled up to his chin, gripping the hard plastic of his mask tightly. He angled Jason's face upwards, the plastic digging into his skin painfully. "Is that so?"
Jason couldn't breathe for just a second, but there was no hand around his throat. He swallowed around a lump in his throat, abruptly aware of every little movement in his body. God damn him, but he wanted this.
He couldn't say a word before the man was grinding down against him, delicious friction against his aching cock. He hissed, his hips jerking upwards into the pressure, seeking more, anything more—
"That's all it takes? Fucking slut," the man said with a snort, finally releasing Jason's sore wrists. He leaned back, his ass pressing against Jason once more, steady and constant and, fuck, not moving at all. "Pathetic."
"Fuck you," Jason growled, gritting his teeth. He suddenly lunged upwards, slamming his freed hands against the meta's chest, shoving him backward and tumbling right down after him.
Jason was on top of the man now, his hands planted on either side of his head, his chest heaving. His heart was in his throat, his entire body burning with heat.
The man's hands settled on his hips, his grip bruising even through Jason's body armor, and he nearly moaned at the contact. He bit back the noise, just barely, but the stranger sneered as if he'd heard it loud and clear.
"Whore," the man grunted, and there was a tugging against Jason's waistband. He allowed it, leaning forward and rocking his hips to allow the man easier access. He grunted softly as his pants were pulled halfway down his thighs, exposing his briefs to the cool evening air.
Jason didn't dignify that with a response. Instead, he started grinding down against the man's crotch, smirking to himself when it elicited a shudder and deep groan. He reached down and idly palmed the man through his pants, squeezing in time with his hips rolling.
As he moved, his eyes fluttering with the sensations, he abruptly realized that the meta's body was… Flickering, somehow? The edges of his skin were growing hazy, as if he was losing control of himself the more Jason touched him.
Freaky shit.
After a moment of (painfully horny) thought, Jason reached up and carefully pressed his thumbs into the latches of his helmet, pulling it off slowly. Finally, he looked down at the man through only a domino mask and tossed the helmet aside without a care.
The meta's green eyes widened, visibly taken aback as he took in Jason's features. After a beat, he grinned viciously and reached up to grab Jason's hair, yanking him down harshly into a brutal kiss.
Jason groaned against the man's mouth, his hips stuttering as he felt sharp teeth nip at his lower lip. He opened his mouth and immediately felt a tongue pressing against his own, all slick muscle and firm pressure.
The hand in his hair tightened painfully and pulled harder, making Jason gasp. The man let out a huff of laughter, not even breaking their kiss as he wrapped a hand around his throat. He choked as the grip tightened around his windpipe, still grinding down against the stranger's clothed cock.
Jason's eyes fluttered shut, his head already spinning. He felt another touch, pressing against his inner thigh, creeping gently closer to his aching dick. He tried to speak, but all he could manage was a pathetic, soft moan. He didn't have much time to be embarrassed before his mind caught up.
A hand on his throat, a hand in his hair, and… Something else against his thigh. His eyes snapped open and he grabbed the man's wrist, pulling it away from his throat—
Sure enough, that wasn't a hand. It was a long, tapered limb, complete with suction cups.
A fucking tentacle. This guy didn't have a dick, he had a tentacle.
Fucking Gotham, man.
"No way," he said hoarsely, blinking incredulously. In response, the hand in his hair yanked his head back up violently, forcing him to look the man in the eyes.
The man's eyes were dark and intense, his grip on Jason's hair just barely toeing the line between sexy and cruel. There was a curve to his lips that was decidedly hostile, even as his gaze trailed down Jason's throat and traced the bruises that were forming on his skin.
He was suddenly very aware that he was at this man's mercy. His skin crawled, but his stomach was doing flips. He wanted it, whatever this handsome, cruel stranger wanted to do to him, he needed it.
Some crime lord he was, huh?
Without another word, the man leaned forward and licked a hot stripe up Jason's neck, eliciting a sharp gasp. He shuddered and squirmed, his voice freezing in his throat as he felt another teasing touch against his thigh. He groaned, leaning his head back as the slick appendage crept up his briefs, its tapered tip flicking teasingly against his rim.
It was hot and wet, circling his hole as if it knew how badly he wanted this. It tugged and played against the ring of muscle, drawing out little moans and pants as it did. Jason shuddered, his back arching as it toyed with him, unfamiliar and sinfully hot.
The man's other hand slid along his side, settling down against his naked thigh and thumbing little circles against it. After a beat, the hand and the tentacle vanished. Then, there was a gentle tug against the waistband of his briefs. He let out a quiet noise and leaned against the man, allowing him to pull those down, too.
There was a beat before the man's hand was back, gripping his ass and kneading into it with surprising care. Then, the tentacle was back, pushing against his hole, careful and measured.
Jason barely bit back a moan, his entire body going stiff. He wrapped his arms around the meta's shoulders, a high-pitched noise rising in the back of his throat as the ridged appendage caught against his rim. He was painfully hard, his stomach knotted with anticipation.
It slowly entered him, curling and flicking against his insides as though it were exploring him. He let out a muffled yelp, his face buried against the man's chest, as it brushed against a sensitive spot. He rocked back into the sensation and bit his lower lip as it pressed against his prostate insistently. God, he was hard as fucking diamonds right now-
The world flipped as Jason was shoved down against the concrete, the warm heat of the man's body suddenly behind him. He gasped at the abrupt shift, the tentacle inside of him writhing in response, but the stranger didn't seem to care.
"Need- god, need more," Jason hissed, rocking back and forth against the tentacle. The new angle gave him worse leverage, but the ridges of the thick appendage pulled at his rim in the most delicious way. "Plea- AH!"
A harsh smack against his ass had him crying out, cutting off his words completely.
He bit back a whine, his dignity returning to him momentarily. Of course, it vanished as soon as he heard a deep, raspy chuckle from behind him, and his traitorous dick twitched at just the sound.
"I'll give you more, slut. Be fucking patient," the man said lowly, a barely-concealed heat behind his words. He ran a hand over the new welt on Jason's ass, his touch almost as rough as the blow that had caused it.
"You're one to- ah, to talk- ha, holy shit," Jason stumbled through his words in time with the thrusts, his entire body rocking forward with the force of it. His hole burned with the stretch of the tentacle's thick base, and he imagined that it was already red and puffy. "You didn't even- god, ah, fuck- take me to- mm, dinner first-!"
There was another firm slap against his ass and he moaned, high-pitched and needy. His entire body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming out, and he hadn't even come yet.
Another sensation against his outer thigh, curling around from his ass and meandering toward his crotch, He faintly registered the smooth, slightly ridged feeling, and his breath caught. Another one…?
The second tentacle wound itself around his balls, pulsating, its small suction cups gripping the loose skin there in a way that almost felt like he was being sucked off.
Fuck, this was freaky. He was absolutely ruined for normal sex after this, damn it.
He shuddered at the sensation, his arousal only building as he felt yet another tentacle curling around his back. It wrapped firmly around his cock and he could have sobbed at the feeling, his vision getting blurry. It was already slick and wasted no time in stroking him, speeding up until he was being stimulated in three places at the same tempo, fuck—
He could feel the pressure building, his climax building like a fucking truck at the top of a hill. He was dizzy with sensation, his whole body on fire, and with one last thrust against his prostate, he was gone.
Jason's ass clenched around the tentacle's base as he came, shouting hoarsely and trying hopelessly to muffle the sound. The tentacle on his cock just kept stroking, pulling him through a sharp, agonizing orgasm and back down to earth.
He went limp, burying his face in his arms, his forehead scraping against the rough concrete roof. All the while, the man behind him just kept fucking him, even as a soft, tense moan arose from the back of his throat.
If the man noticed his climax, he clearly didn't care. Jason's body rocked back and forth with the force of his thrusts, each forward motion pushing a little more air out of his lungs, an involuntary little moan that he had to suppress with every fiber of willpower he contained. His head was spinning, his pleasure-drunk and aching with need—
His cock was half hard again. He felt actual tears in his eyes.
He wasn't given any time to come down from the high of his climax. He let out a broken moan as the tentacle around his cock stroked him faster, burning with overstimulation but never stopping. He nearly sobbed as the man's thrusts grew more forceful, the tentacle in his ass ramming into his prostate like a fucking drill.
He bit down on his lip, harshly panting through his nose as he tried to compose himself. He was getting at least one more orgasm out of this, damn it, and he wouldn't give the man the satisfaction of tapping out.
Jason squeezed his eyes shut, leaning forward onto his arms and breathing through his nose. He tried to ignore the heat mounting in his belly, the way his toes curled in his boots. Fuck, he was aware of every nerve in his body at the same time, every little sensation like a wave washing over him.
His eyes snapped open as he felt a gentle prodding against his lips. He opened his mouth, more confused than anything else, and felt a slick, smooth appendage creep over his lips, tiny suction cups popping against his tongue.
Yet another tentacle. He didn't dare to turn around and find where they were coming from. The moonlight falling over the rooftop did a fine job of illuminating the monstrosity behind him, and the shadows that he could see weren't human-shaped anymore.
Whatever. Good dick was good dick.
Jason opened his mouth further to accept the intrusion, moaning through his nose as the taste of salt and musk overwhelmed his tongue. He sucked on the tentacle lewdly, immediately rewarded with a hiss from the man behind him.
The tentacle crept further into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat and nearly causing him to gag. He swallowed thickly around it, relaxing his throat and pulling away from the tentacle before pushing it right back in.
Fuck, his head was spinning. He couldn't speak around the tentacle in his mouth, glorious and thick, though it wasn't as if he had anything to say. He allowed himself to moan just a bit more, high and heady, but muffled by the tentacle.
Fuck, he was so close. He let out a muffled cry, his nails digging into his palms as he curled his hands into fists. He rocked forward with a cry, the tentacle around his cock tightening around his base until he could feel his heartbeat throbbing through it.
He sobbed, drunk on sensation and desperate to come, but it didn't let up. The tentacle around his balls was caressing him, tugging at the tautened skin and rubbing so gently, not enough to bring him over the edge but so fucking close—
The man's thrusts were borderline rabid now, his quiet sounds of need echoing across the roof. His hands, still wrapped around Jason's sides, tightened their grip until he was almost whimpering, bruising through the body armor.
Jason moaned and snapped his hips back into the motion, following after the man's every thrust. Every inch of his skin was ablaze, his heartbeat screaming through his veins as he greedily chased his pleasure, arousal uncoiling in his belly as the tentacle around his cock finally relented—
Jason's eyes rolled back as he finally came, spilling over the coiled tentacle and onto the concrete. He choked around the appendage in his mouth, still sucking, saliva dribbling down his chin.
Not even a second later, the man was coming, warm heat flooding into Jason's abused hole. He keened in the back of his throat, floating somewhere beyond his body but relishing the sweet fullness inside of him.
The moment ended as the man, still panting, gently slid out of him, his spend dribbling out down Jason's trembling thighs. He had half a mind to protest, but the other half was still reeling from his orgasm.
The tentacles receded, as well, gently pulling away from Jason's gasping mouth, sore balls, and spent cock. He finally went limp in their absence, nearly toppling over completely if it weren't for a pair of solid arms catching him.
Jason's head lolled back as he was pressed into the stranger's arms, gloriously fucked-out and satisfied in a way that he'd never quite felt before. His entire body was sore as if he'd run a marathon, but he didn't fucking care.
Their eyes met, and the man cracked a smile, exhausted and smug.
"I'm Danny, by the way. Well, you can call me Dan, actually."
Jason let out a huff of laughter, the movement sending pain through his sore body. Fuck, he was tempted to offer another round.
"Nice to meet you, I guess. I'm Jason."