Blood and Lust

CO-WRITTEN WITH JOKERLUV

Checking his wristwatch, Harvey grumbled to himself as he waited for Rachel out in front of the famous restaurant, The Blue Marline Bar and Grille. Waiting for the woman of his dreams was one thing, but waiting for a woman who clearly had no interest in him as of late was another. It wasn't that Harvey wanted to give up on their relationship, but every time he'd tried being remotely intimate with her, she'd turned the other cheek and feigned a headache.

With a heavy sigh, Harvey was about to turn and go inside when a lilting voice teased, "Sorry I'm late, but you know how we women are...we like to dress for a K.O."

Moving to reprimand her for being so tardy, the DA hurriedly swallowed his words the moment he laid his eyes upon her demure countenance. With warm, chestnut-brown hair, her ringlets were swept back into a bun fastened by several diamond barrettes, a few stray locks hanging loosely by her ears and framing what was truly the most beautiful face he had ever seen. Each delicate shoulder was bare, yet a large peach-colored, satin ribbon wrapped about her arms as sleeves and drifted downward into a soft backline. Right at her derriere, a gentle bustle was strategically placed, the veil-like fabric coalescing beautifully with the remaining satin and shining remarkably like the stars in the sky.

With his mouth agape, Harvey couldn't help but grin once he realized that he would be the envy of every red-blooded male within the vicinity. Holding out his arm for Rachel to accept, he eagerly led her past the tall, iron-barred door that held a glorious ballroom with gold leaf ornamentation, Brazilian brown flooring, and large, scenic windows that stretched all the way from the floor to the ceiling. This was the hallmark of the restaurant, but Harvey decided that they could always dance later; as of right now, all he wanted to do was sit Rachel down and hold her hand.

As a waiter eagerly approached them, the gentleman exclaimed, "Ah, so good of you to arrive, Mr. Dent! I am oh-so-glad that you and your charming fiancée could make it!"

As Harvey and the maitre-d' continued to converse, Rachel suddenly grew restless and touched her beau's arm. "Um, I think I need to visit the little girl's room...I'll be right back" she whispered. When Harvey distractedly gave his consent, Rachel rolled her eyes and irritably stalked off toward the equally elegant bathroom. Good God, why had she agreed to come out here tonight? She felt as if she didn't belong amongst all the snobs of Gotham, let alone with Harvey since they had nothing to discuss these days. All she could think about was the Joker and how he'd been worming his way into all of her nightly fantasies.

Blushing at the remembrance of her most recent one, Rachel entered the ladies' room and pulled out a compact, her rouge lips twisting into a slight frown once she realized her make-up was smudged toward the corner of her eye. Quickly fixing it, she added a few finishing touches just as she heard the bathroom door swing open yet again. Not even bothering to look up, Rachel closed her compact and placed it back into her purse.

'Great' she thought with a sigh, 'time to return to Romeo and the rest of Shakespeare's tragedy...'
The woman who entered the bathroom eyed Rachel from the top of her silky brown locks to her long legs and straightened herself. She slid over to the sink, washed her hands, and turned her back to get some towels as Rachel glanced towards her. There was something familiar about this woman, but she couldn’t quite place it. Rachel couldn’t help but smile upon examining the back of the woman from her cheap red wig, the baggy flowered dress, the black spider webbed knee high stockings, and the scuffed black pumps. God, how did this woman ever get into the restaurant looking so frumpy?

Rachel was washing her hands, when all of a sudden the slovenly woman turned around and all Rachel saw was a sea of red, black, and white. One hand slipped around her slim waist and her mouth was covered by a hand that smelled musty with a hint of diesel fuel. She was forced inside a neighboring stall and heard the metal clip slip through the lock.

The woman turned around and a row of sickly yellow-stained teeth stared back at her in the form of a demented smile. It was him, the man who haunted her dreams… The Joker was pleasantly surprised when she remained silent, staring at him. He took a moment to absorb her beauty. His eyes roamed the entire length of her body, from her innocent-looking heart-shaped face to the beautiful, tight fitting dress. He wanted her, and in a bad to the bone sort of way.

He placed a hand on either side of her head and leaned in. “Good evening” he whispered.
Rachel's heart was pounding, but she didn't want to appear like a simpering fool, so she squared her shoulders and glanced indifferently off to the side. "Oh" she simply remarked, "it's you... I wasn't aware that we both owned the same shade of lipstick." Quirking her lip up into a coy smile, she placed her hand against the firm solidness of his chest and gave a light push. "If you'd please step aside, I'd very much like to return to my date with Harvey."

She thought she felt him give some resistance, her blue eyes turning sharp as she gazed up at him in annoyance. "I said move" she practically growled.

Swiping his tongue across his painted lips, the Joker returned, “Oh yeah, Sweet Berrietastic is my fav-ori-te shade.” Her hand remained on his chest and as he lightly caressed her forefinger, he continued, “Harvey can wait; you and I have some unfinished business, wouldn’t you say?”

She looked confused and as he brought her slim digit to his lips, then gently kissed the tip. With salacious eyes, he asked in a seductive whisper, “Is this the one that brought you the most pleasure?”

Rachel hitched in a bated breath. “I-I don’t know what you mean” she choked, her thighs clenching as she tried to staunch the burning ache in her loins. Watching his shark-like eyes observe her with a lecherous glaze, her breathing quickened, but she quickly glanced off to the side like before to ease the warmth in her lower extremities.

The Joker quickly moved his head in front of her eyes so she was forced to face him. His lower lip twitched as an image of her bringing herself over the edge, screaming his name, appeared in front of him. Narrowing his eyes and slowly nodding his head, he said, “Yeah, you do.”

He took out his favorite blade, clicked it open, and scratched the tip on his chin as he continued, “Let me refresh your memory… I believe you were wearing my favorite blouse that night.”
He took the shiny steel, then started at her throat before working his way down the middle of her chest as he reminded her, “The one with the pretty ruffles down the front, even though you look so much better in silk…just my preference.”

The two black circles of his eyes followed the knife as it traveled down her body. “That black skirt you had on, though, mmmm, it’s the bomb! All nice and tight, just like you.”

Rachel felt her face turn pink in embarrassment. “Y-you saw!” she exclaimed, completely horrified that this excited her more than she’d ever willingly admit. Squirming beneath his smoldering gaze, she whimpered as she felt the cool metal of the blade tracing down along her flesh, her hips twisting as she fought to control her breathing. Finally meeting directly with his eyes, she frowned before snapping, “It’s rude to spy on people, you know… That was private.”

A high pitched chuckle escaped from his depraved heart and he giggled, “Yeah, I know, but you were so beautiful…” and as a piece of green tinted hair fell over one eye, he licked the corner of his mouth and pressed the cold blade against her lips. “I loved the way my name sounded coming from the depths of your soul.”

Rachel shuddered, her body squirming as she tried to slow the soft, excited pants of her breathing. Daring to reach out a well-manicured hand, she allowed her fingers to trace along the Joker’s torso before curving up toward the back of his neck, her nails lightly grazing the flesh as she whispered, “I doubt you heard every time I said your name… You couldn’t possibly spy on me while I showered, could you? Or when I was in my office? Or Harvey’s bed while he took a bath?” Her eyes were glowing as she said this, but she somehow managed to remain calm despite her tremendous arousal.

A shiver went through the Joker’s dark soul as she spoke. He pictured her in the shower, water cascading down her curvaceous body, head thrown back, shouting his name in sheer ecstasy.

He leaned forward and pressing his hips ever so slightly into hers, he growled, “Mmm, too bad I wasn’t there to uh, help you along.” And he stared at her, challenging her to a silent game that she knew she had started.

“I only would’ve let you if you can help clean those hard to reach places” Rachel purred, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she involuntarily bucked her hips back against his own. Closing her eyes, she gave a small whine as she leaned back against the stall door, her arms bracing herself against his body as she sustained, “I suppose you already know that I’ve been a bad girl, but I can’t help it…every time Harvey had me in his bed, I imagined you in his place… I pretended it was you I was sucking off, licking, fucking…I’ve even started playing with knives.” Her eyes meeting with his, she smirked as she tugged more forcefully at the collar of his dress. “Even when you’re in drag, you have me wet.”

The Joker wanted to throw her down on the filthy floor and fuck her brains out right then and there, but he willed himself to be strong and play along with her little game.
He took her hand and, never taking his glassy eyes off of hers, he slipped a finger between his disfigured lips and lightly sucked.

Rachel gave a strangled whimper as she felt his tongue swab across the pad of her finger, her nails digging into her free hand as she suddenly started laughing. Although she was aroused, she was completely determined to win. “You’re doing it wrong” she whispered huskily. Now interlocking her hand with his, she brought it up to her lips before sustaining, “When I fantasized about taking you in my mouth, I’d do it like this…” Wrapping her tongue about his index finger, she slowly sucked it into the warm cavern of her mouth before moaning freely about the digit, her eyes closing as she leaned forward and urged the entire finger past her lips. Using her other hand to stroke the bulge pressing against her stomach, she squeezed him lightly through the fabric before allowing his finger to slowly slide out of her mouth.

Anger flowed through the Joker’s veins like molten hot lava spilling over a raging volcano. Enough was enough, and she was going to give in to her temptation right here, right now. He took his partially wet hand and as he violently wrapped it around her throat, he slammed her against the stall while hissing, “Why don’t you stop being a bitch by playing these games, and just tell me what you really want?”

Struggling amidst his firm grip, Rachel coughed as she tried to regain her breath, her eyes watering as she gazed up at him in aroused shock. “I-I…” When he squeezed her windpipe again, she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. “I want you to…to make me yours…” Shuddering when she felt his body against hers, she rotated her hips with the hopes of growing closer to him, her voice soft and breathy as she persisted, “I want you to fuck me until I can’t stand it…I want you to make all my fantasies a reality.”

The Joker tightened his grip as she spilled her innermost desires. His loins were hotter than Georgia asphalt, and her breath on his face reminded him of a cool stream he could quench his thirst from. Savoring this moment was of the utmost importance to him. Seeing her helpless and desperate for his thick member made him the master of their game.

He slowly bent down, gently licked the tip of her nose with his wet tongue, and as he stopped inches from her pouty lips he quietly told her, “Prove it.”

Scowling, Rachel could sense the Joker's smug demeanor and she didn't like it. She had half the mind to push him out of the way and leave right then and there, but she knew that that wasn't what either of them wanted. With a slight pout, she demanded, "What else do I need to do to prove to you what I want? Haven't you seen and heard enough?"

Frustrated by the lecherous grin on his face, she roughly yanked his ridiculous wig off and forced him up against the opposite wall, her hands lightly running over his cheeks and touching the scars that had somehow managed to attract her even further. Sensing his discomfort, she smirked before leaning forward and lightly nipping at his bottom lip, her voice soft and sweet as she purred, "I want you inside me right now...whether or not you're man enough to handle me is a whole different matter, but I'm willing to wait and find out."

Perhaps Rachel was pushing it with her constant teasing, but she'd had so many dreams of him touching her that she longed to finally have the upper hand.

The Joker could still taste her saliva as he rolled his tongue across his bitten flesh. “Sweet,” he toyed, “But still not good enough.”

Smiling on the inside, he knew what she wanted and that she wanted it just as bad as he did, but she was going to have to be the taker. In all his years of training the poor desolate souls of Gotham, never had he such the pleasure of breaking in said female, and one who was so willing at that. No, this was too delicious to pass up. He was going to break her, bare witness, and then take what he wanted.

With his eyes locked onto hers, he took a strand of her hair, and brought to his nose. Slowly he inhaled, entwining it around his finger while he spoke to her in the most dangerous tone she had ever heard, “Ya wanna know why women are like knives?”

Feeling it in her best interest to answer him, Rachel inclined her head slightly before asking, “Why? Because we’re sharp? If that’s the case, I’m definitely going to agree with you, because I’d like to think that I’m rather smart.”

Smirking, she waited for his response, all the while quivering with excitement over what he would do next.

Rachel was far too smart for her own good; with a deadly look in his eyes, the Joker nodded his head and answered, “No.”

He brought the knife to her cheek and pressed the tip deep into her creamy skin as he continued, “The first cut is always the deepest.”

Rachel shuddered at the haunting look in his eyes, but she found that his threatening stance only made her want him even more. Smirking up at him, she discovered that the knife was close enough to her mouth that it could be beneficial to her predicament, her pink tongue slipping out past her lips before delicately running across the blade. It didn’t cut her, but the mental imagery it created got her point across. “Let me go” she urged, her tone slightly more forceful than she’d intended, “I want to touch you…”

The Joker watched her manipulate the instrument like a whore in heat, and all he could think about was pummeling her into the fiery pits of hell. Stroking his scars with his serpentine tongue, he watched in fascination as a drop of blood bubbled to the surface of her peaches and cream flesh.

He removed the knife and licked the crimson fluid. He savored its metallic flavor and looked into her lust filled eyes. “Want a taste?”

Severely agitated, Rachel found that she was far weaker than she thought. She was tired of beating around the bush, so that was why she decided that she would just take what she wanted. Seizing the Joker by the hair, the attorney angled her mouth roughly over his before dipping her tongue past his lips, the taste of her own blood filling her senses as she began to grind against his swelling arousal. Gone was the feigned hesitation, and in its place was the fiery desire that had taken her by storm upon their first meeting.

‘SUCCESS!’ rang through his ears. ‘Now we are getting somewhere…’ She broke and was now all his. His fingers dug deep into her scalp as he felt her tongue meet with his. He moaned into her mouth and yanked her head back as he tasted her throat. Licking his way down her long neck, he found that she tasted like vanilla as he bit into her collarbone.

He glanced up at her and a sinful smile crossed his smudged face as he caught her lost in her own world of lust and rage. He worked his way back up to her face, and as he grazed his fingers across her breast, he licked the shell of her ear while huskily whispering, “Is this as good as your fantasies?”

Breasts heaving, Rachel closed her eyes as she released a barely audible whimper, her moist desire pooling in her panties as she gripped him by the shoulders and nodded. Blushing, she realized that her liquid excitement was now rubbing in between her thighs, her voice barely functioning as she choked out, “Yes, but I…I never thought it’d feel this good…” Biting her lip when he brushed a hand against the hem of her short dress, she somehow managed to add, “Next time I don’t think we should talk so much.”

An evil chuckle couldn’t stay hidden and as the Joker’s slim fingers slid under the hem, working their way up her silky thighs, he gloated, “Are we through?”

Worried that he’d discover how aroused she truly was, Rachel frowned as she squirmed with the hopes of keeping her hot center away from his wandering fingers. Sliding her hands toward the row of buttons on his dress, she quickly tore the fabric so that a toned, yet scarred chest was revealed to her lust-filled eyes. Lowering her mouth to his skin, she figured that she could distract him from his quest as she began licking and nipping at his torso. With a gentle sweep of her right hand, she brushed her fingers against his swelling arousal and lightly cupped him through the fabric of his dress.

The Joker’s body burst into flames as her hands roamed and settled on his hardened package. An animalistic grunt rumbled through his chest and as his fingers became sticky, he seductively seethed, “I guess not,” and thrust three fingers deep inside her.

He continued to work her, but had to taste those lips once again and, using his digits that were inside her, he pushed her hard against the opposite side of the stall. Her back slammed against it and he ravaged her mouth like a high school boy playing tonsil hockey.

Images of all those nights he watched her flashed before him in a series of photographs, leading up to this particular moment. As he sucked on her tongue, thoughts of Harvey ran through his mind. Poor, used-up Harvey, not knowing that his fiancée was about to get fucked by a psychotic, make-up-wearing killer clown. What a shame, maybe he could leave ol’ Harv something to remember this night by, and he trailed his way down her neck until he found the right spot, and sucked with all his might.

Feeling her body tense was like a shot of liquor straight to his brain, and as he increased his suction, he heard the ladies room door open.

Gasping, Rachel gave a small moan as she felt herself being ravaged by his mouth and fingers, her back arching as he hit a particularly sensitive spot with his pumping appendages. Twisting her hips back and forth, she tried to get him to go deeper with his torturously arousing administrations, her head tossing back as his teeth and tongue continued to graze across her flesh.

Not giving a damn about the person who’d just entered the bathroom, she lifted the skirt of the Joker’s dress with the hopes of him giving her what she so desired.

More than happy to oblige her with what they both needed, he pulled his mouth away from her bruising neck and replaced his fingers with his pulsating rod.

A deep howling came from the pit of his stomach as he plunged himself deep inside her. He couldn’t contain the continuing grunts and growls of pleasure as her slick walls enveloped him within their heated embrace.

“Look at me,” the Joker whispered, and as their eyes met, he continued his pumping. He slid each of his fingers between his lips, tasting her essence. “Mmm, sweet as candy,” he purred, and he offered one to her.

Gripping at his shoulders with a strangled scream, Rachel bit her lip in order to quiet her cries as her walls parted in order to encompass his entire girth, her tongue gently wrapping about his finger as she moaned and took it inside her warm mouth. When he began moving the digit in and out of the gentle embrace of her lips, she squirmed because it felt as if he were fucking her from both orifices.

Raking her long nails down the firm contours of his back, she eased her legs off the floor and wrapped them securely about the Joker’s waist, her mouth meeting fiercely with his as she plundered his mouth with her tongue. No matter how close she got, she felt that she could never be close enough, her moans growing louder and more desperate as his thrusts continued to penetrate her deeper and faster.

The Joker heard women talking quietly among themselves and an image of them hearing moans of delight and seeing four heels made him start him giggling. His lips crashed down on Rachel’s so that he could stifle his laughter, but it didn’t help much as he continued his fit in the attorney’s mouth.

At first Rachel didn't mind, but she began to wonder if he was laughing at her. This wasn't exactly how she'd pictured having her first mind-blowing orgasm...

Biting down on the Joker's lip with the hope of quieting him, she wound one of her legs about his waist so that he could penetrate her deeper than before, a small whine escaping her throat when she felt their fluids begin to leak down her thighs. For such an uneventful party, things were finally starting to get exciting...

Moaning at the pain, the Joker bit her back, and they shared the coppery essence that soon followed. He grabbed onto her rounded ass and lifted her up as he slammed her into the wall once again.

He heard the gasping of female voices in response to the noises he and Rachel were making. The clicking of heels soon echoed throughout the room as the innocent ladies discussed their displeasure and opened the door to leave.
His attention soon fell back on Rachel as he tongued her neck and bit her shoulder. Suddenly he pulled out watched as she fell to the floor.

“Owww!” Glaring up at the Joker in irritation, Rachel peevishly rubbed at her sore bottom before complaining, “Well I can tell you right now that that never happened in any of my fantasies! Why the hell did you stop? I didn’t come, yet!”

Rising on unsteady legs, she grabbed him by the flimsy material of his dress before trying to coax him back into their brutal dance.

The Joker caught her wrists and tore them away from his homely gown. With a mischievous look in his eye, he roughly turned her around, lifted her dress, and fervently fucked her once again.

His nails lightly tickled her flesh as they worked their way up her backless dress to her hairline. Grabbing some of her silky locks, he yanked her back for a mind blowing kiss. His hungry tongue didn’t leave one inch of her cavern untouched. As he pulled away, he pushed her back down, and as he dug his little knives hard into her flesh, he raked them down her back leaving crimson trails of delight.

Screaming at the pleasure-pain of his rough administrations, Rachel bit a fist in order to quiet her cries of passion, her eyes watering as she felt him continuously bump her against the wall due to his incessant thrusting. Tossing her head back when he hit an exceptionally sensitive spot, Rachel gripped at the hands that he’d placed on her hips as she tried to meet with his frenzied thrusts, her eyes closing as she felt her release coming on at full force.

“So…close” she panted, her nails now digging into his hands.

Upon feeling the scratches she inflicted, the Joker pursed his twisted lips and pummeled her even harder, encouraging his orgasm. His ominous presence loomed over her as he was the dominate one and needed her to submit. “Does Harvey make you feel this good?” he grunted, never stopping his pumping. As he asked this, the bathroom door opened yet again, but neither seemed to care.

Realizing the game he was trying to play, Rachel was about to give a cold retort when he suddenly hit her sweet spot, her mouth opening in a pleasure gasp as she whimpered and encouraged him to do it, again. When he refused, Rachel suddenly decided that she didn’t care that much about her dignity, her voice low and husky as she choked out, “N-no, he…he never makes me feel so…so…” Unable to complete her thought, Rachel moaned against the chipping paint of the wall as he continued to angle his thrusts so that he hit her just right, a scream escaping her lips as she felt her orgasm come on at full force. Her walls contracting about his member, she threw her head back and gave a defeated moan, her juices coating him as she suddenly found it ridiculously difficult to stand on her own two feet.

Feeling her spasms was his undoing and the Joker held onto her as she began to collapse. His eyes rolled back in his head, and with a feral groan, he roared his release as his warm essence filled her.
He found his own legs weakening at the power of his orgasm and he began to fall. Placing his hand against the wall, he steadied himself so they wouldn’t hit the ground.

Heavy breathing bounced off the walls as he groaned, “Mm, I didn’t think so…”
Bits of flesh peeked through the Joker’s greasy make-up, and his hair was damp with sweat. Looking down at his latest conquest slumped over in sheer pleasure, he couldn’t help but smile. It probably killed her to admit that he was a better lover, but that was just one of his many wicked ways to entice his arousal and show the masses the truth of any given situation.

He let go of her, reached down to grab his wig, then opened the stall door, only to find a shocked Harvey standing before him. The Joker raised his eyebrows, patted his shoulder, and said, "Nice seeing ya!" and slid past him, cackling his way out of the bathroom.

Not even seeming to notice her beau, Rachel stood up on two wobbly legs, her hands gripping at either side of the stall before she gave a satisfied sigh and walked forward. She knew that she would definitely be sore in the morning, but as of right now all she wanted was a nice cold shower.

As she made her way toward the sink, she suddenly noticed the irate figure standing to her left, her eyes widening as she spluttered, “H-Harvey? What the hell are you doing in the ladies’ bathroom!? I-I mean…couldn’t you have just waited a few more moments? I’m almost done!”

As Rachel gauged him for a reaction, she couldn’t help but fear that he’d heard everything that had gone on between herself and the Joker. And then she realized…he had.

Shit.