WARNING: This story is rated X and has M/M situations of nonconsentual relations.
I do not support rape or any other non-consentual sexual or physical relations. This is FANTASY FICTION and meant to be no more than that.DISCLAIMER: This work of fan fiction is not meant to infringe upon the Rights of DC comics or any other entities holding rights to any of the characters herein. King for a Knight
by
Michka
Batman had just rounded the corner in the Batmobile when his beeper went off. It was the JLA requesting an emergency session. He looked over at Robin. Generally, when this happened, he just took the boy along. He didn't want to do that this time. He turned the Batmobile around and headed for the Batcave.
"Where are we going?" Robin asked, surprised.
"Home," Batman answered.
"Aren't you going to Headquarters?"
"Yes."
Robin was quiet for a moment. Batman was answering in that tone which meant he didn't want to talk. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore. "Then why are we going home?"
"I need the Batplane."
"How do you know you need the Batplane? Superman didn't even say what was wrong."
Batman didn't answer.
That was so infuriating.
They reached the cave and Robin jumped out of the passenger side and ran to the Batplane.
"No," Batman said.
Robin turned back. "What?"
"Stay here."
"Uh . . . okay," Robin said, walking slowly back. "Batman, what's going on?"
Alfred appeared just then. "Sir? You have returned early."
"Alfred, I have to go to the JLA. Robin is staying here."
"Yes, sir," Alfred answered. "Come along, Master Robin. I believe I have some chocolate chip cookies with your name on them." He took the boy in hand as Batman climbed into the cockpit.
The emergency meeting was actually a call to action. Within moments of arriving, Batman found himself coordinating the other members for an assault on the H.I.V.E.. Afterward, they returned to Headquarters to discuss how their strategy had worked, and what could be improved upon; though they had defeated their enemies, there had been a few close calls.
After the meeting they retired to their quarters.
Batman thought of locking his door, but then decided against it. He got into the shower. Though he told himself it was foolishness, and that Arthur would be unlikely to try it again, still he found himself listening for any sound of intrusion. He hadn't reported the incident to the other members. He'd argued with himself over it many times over the last seven months, trying to decide what to do. But nothing seemed satisfactory, so he thought to declare it over and done with. Still, it kept haunting him, in his thoughts and in his dreams . . . and not always unpleasantly.
When he finished with his shower, he emerged cautiously, draped in his towel. No one there. He checked the door - it was closed. He opened his closet and looked under his bed. No, Arthur hadn't come. He felt a strange feeling of disappointment which bothered him. He passed it off as simply the letdown after his adrenaline had been up for a fight. He donned his Batsuit again and left the room, heading for the hangar. As he turned down the next hall, he saw that Arthur's door was open. He hesitated, which was something Batman never did. Then he stepped inside.
Arthur's room had a large, round, sunken pool of salt water, in which he slept when it was necessary for him to stay. It also had a desk and phone. The bathroom was standard. Arthur was standing before the mirror, dripping wet, wearing some sort of magnificent robe over a black, full body leotard, the collar, cuffs and belt of which were lined with black pearls. The robe itself was a rich red material, covered in gold lace and iridescent scales, edged with white pearls. Bruce was stunned speechless. Arthur opened a small case with a click, and took out an exquisite crown of hammered gold, set with diamonds, rubies, sapphires and emeralds in an intricate pattern. Arthur inspected his reflection in the mirror, turning to the left and the right.
"You're a little late for Miss America."
Arthur turned, not at all startled. "Batman," he acknowledged.
"What's all this?"
"I have royal duties to attend to immediately upon my return." Arthur replaced the crown in its case.
"What royal duties are those?"
Arthur regarded him as if deciding whether or not to tell him. Finally, he turned away, unhooking the cape. "King's Birthday."
"King's Birthday? That calls for all this?" Batman asked derisively.
"It is an official holiday. There are festivities and such to be presided over. The celebration has already been delayed due to our friends, the H.I.V.E., and I wish to delay it no further. State your business."
Bruce closed the door. "WE need to talk, Arthur."
The king folded his arms. "I haven't the time."
"Make the time."
Arthur sighed and unhooked his belt. "Talk."
"You attacked me."
"You retaliated."
"That doesn't excuse what you did. It was unprovoked."
Arthur shook his head and laughed. "You surfacers have the most curious views of sex.." He walked closer. "I always thought you were stupid to pretend you never rutted, now I see that you also pretend that you never want to rut.." Arthur was face to face with Batman now. "Do you also pretend that you don't know how you like it?"
Batman pulled back and punched Arthur right in the solar plexus.
Arthur doubled over and fell backwards. Batman pounced on him and pummeled his chest. Arthur locked his arms around Batman's back and pulled him close, then rolled over on him. Batman brought his knee up and slammed it into Arthur's hip. Arthur pushed the leg down and trapped it beneath his legs. He bounced once on Batman, knocking the air out of him, then he dug his fingers under the face mask of the cowl and pushed it back. Batman slammed his fist into the side of Arthur's head. Arthur was stunned and lost his grip. Batman knocked him off and was on his back. He saw the zipper and pulled it down. Arthur kicked, hitting Batman in the shoulder blade. Undeterred, Batman pushed the fabric off of Arthur's shoulders, trapping his arms. Then he pushed the leotard down Arthur's thighs, exposing his firm, muscled buttocks.
Batman reached for the molded rubber shield that encased his groin and unclasped it. It fell to the floor as he unzipped his undersuit. The Batpole sprang forth and without any preamble he plunged it into Arthur. Arthur gasped and curled his fingers and toes, but did not cry out. Batman slid up and down, in and out, slowly, so slowly that it felt like breathing. In constant contact, creating constant friction, Batman felt himself swell in Arthur's passage. Arthur was groaning, but whether it was pleasure or pain, he couldn't tell.
He looked at Arthur's well sculpted shoulders. They were beautiful. He was beautiful. In the midst of this thought, he came, pumping himself dry as the King uttered a string of Atlantean words that sounded like singing.
Batman pulled out and rolled to his side exhausted. Arthur managed to roll a few feet to his sea water pool and fell in, his regalia around his knees.
After a few minutes in the water, Arthur felt revived. He kicked off his leotard and set the pool to drain and refill, getting rid of the aftereffects. Rutting was far less messy undersea, in a stiff current, that on the surface. He rinsed his regalia in the clean water and left it to float there. Then he crawled out of the pool and across the floor to where Batman lay, half out of costume.
Arthur ran his hand down the back of the costume, undoing each clasp or zipper as he discovered it. Batman turned over.
"What the-"
Arthur silenced him with a kiss. Batman pushed at the Atlantean's body but it was slippery and wet, so he lost his grip. Arthur tugged at the body armor and it came off of Batman's shoulders. Batman quickly extricated his arms to avoid being trapped in the sleeves.
Arthur pulled the kevlar off of Batman's chest and licked at Batman's nipples, hardening them. Batman wound his hands in Arthur's blond hair and pulled, but to no avail. Arthur cover the left nipple with his mouth and gently sucked it.
"Ohhhhh," Batman's grip loosened.
Arthur laid down full on Batman and began moving his body up and down over Batman's, his muscles rolling like waves. This seemed to awaken every one of Batman's skin cells. It made his entire body an erogenous zone. "Oh God . . ." He moaned, "Oh my God . . . what are you doing?"
"I'm undulating you."
"Undulating me?"
"Mmmmm Hmmmm," Arthur purred in his ear.
Batman pulled off his suit, to uncover even more of his skin. "Touch me."
Arthur complied, covering Bruce's bare body with his own and continuing to undulate him. Bruce was hard again, his whole body was pulsing with need. Arthur ran his fingers through Bruce's dark silky hair and kissed him deeply. Bruce felt a sudden splat on his member as Arthur reached orgasm, which sent him into his own climax. They lay together, each enraptured, for a long time.
Then Arthur finally rose and hauled Bruce to the shower. He flipped the faucets and adjusted the spray before inviting Bruce inside. Bruce reached for the soap, but Arthur pushed his hips against the wall.
"What the hell are you doing?" Bruce yelled.
Arthur just laughed. "My turn," he said as he eased himself into Bruce.
Bruce's legs were shaky and he was tired from his recent exertion. "Get off Arthur."
Arthur flattened Bruce to the wall and began undulating him again.
"Oh God." It was even better than before. Bruce was throbbing inside and out and against all physiological possibilities, he ejaculated again. Then he sagged against the tile as Arthur rode him hard, not climaxing until long after Bruce was sure he'd ripped him a new one.
"Finally!" Bruce breathed.
Arthur laughed, then he took the soap and washed himself all over, leaving the exhausted Bruce to simply stand and watch. When Arthur was finished he left the stall, redressed in his regalia and took the elevator to the subterranean level where the JLA had built a flooded tunnel which led to the ocean.
Nearly half an hour later, Bruce had summoned the energy to wash and step out of the shower, a drenched prune, but at least he was clean. As he towelled off he read the message written on the mirror in soap.
-Lock up before you leave- 'I didn't even get a chance to wish him a happy birthday,' Bruce thought.
Score
~A~ - 3
^V^ - 2
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