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. Knight of the King
by
Michka
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(JLA Early Years - Before the Watchtower Headquarters)
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The Justice League had convened to plan their strategy for the coming months. It was a difficult session. Enemies and villains had to be ranked and prioritized according to the level of danger they posed and the number of people who would be affected by their actions. This, of course, was vehemently and passionately argued from every side. The vote on every issue was long and hard fought. By the end, every member was exhausted and vaguely dissatisfied, but resigned to the results.
Batman left the conference room and descended the stairs to his assigned quarters. The JLA private rooms were hardly luxurious; they resembled small hotel rooms. They contained a desk, with a computer, several phone lines, a small stash of currency, a closet full of clothing and a full bathroom. Some had a bed or a couch. Batman's held a small television set, boxes of puzzles and what looked to be a miniature junkyard of stripped automobiles. Upon closer inspection, however, one could discern that it was actually the continuing work of a young model maker, and that the various piles of wheels, headlights, shock absorbers and such were neatly aligned with the corresponding model. This was all to keep Dick occupied when Bruce had to bring him along. Non-members weren't exactly welcome at headquarters, and were never allowed in the conference room, but often Batman was called in suddenly to participate in urgent JLA business and didn't have time to make other arrangements for Robin.
This time, however, the meeting had been scheduled long in advance and Batman was able to pass it off as a simple business trip for Wayne Industries. Batman had seen Superman take to the air immediately after they adjourned. He could hear Diana's plane take off as he removed the cape and cowl. Ollie must be gone by now too, otherwise his loud, slightly off-key singing would be ringing down the hall, as he showered. He'd mentioned having to attend some function for the Queen Fund during one of the breaks in negotiations.
Batman finished skinning out of the bat suit and left it lying on the floor as he walked to the bathroom to shower. He turned on the hot water full strength. It had been a tense three days and all of his muscles were in knots. He stepped beneath the water and let it pummel him to mush before soaping up and shaving. Bruce Wayne had to board a plane in four hours and he needed to not look as if he'd just come from the bi-monthly JLA bicker-a-thon.
Batman emerged from the shower thirty minutes later , wrapped a towel around himself and walked to his main room to dress.
A man stood in the center of the floor, arms crossed, face impatient.
"Arthur?" Batman asked.
"I apologize for entering, but I must speak with you."
Great. Batman was less than fond of the Atlantean, who had been dubbed 'Aquaman' by the press. He was arrogant, imperious and dictatorial. He walked around like he was some sort of blond, muscled god who owner everything and everyone. "What is it? I have a plane to catch."
Arthur gave Batman a look that clearly showed his disgust for men upon whom planes would not wait. "You also believe that O.G.R.E. is more of a threat than Lex Luthor."
Batman sighed. "Yes, Arthur, but we were out-voted."
"I believe we should reconvene."
"Look Arthur, I understand your concern, and from the case you presented, I do agree with you, but the facts are that the Organization for General . . .uh . . ."
"Organization for General Revenge and Enslavement."
"Thank you - Has a far smaller area of operations and that fact is what the others based their votes upon."
"Damn it man, the sea is not a SMALL area of operations! When will you surfacers stop thinking of bodies of water as nothing but your toilet system and see that your survival depends upon the survival of the sea!"
"We cannot compare guys who put harnesses on sharks with a man who controls the latest in weapons technology, Arthur!" Bruce lost his patience. "Yes, they are a more immediate threat, but I only voted with you because I believed that they could be disposed of rather quickly and then we could get on to more far reaching problems!"
That really ignited Arthur's temper. "You have NO concept of the ecosystem, do you?!"
"Yes, I do understand the ecosystem, I understand that it involves the LAND too, and that at LEAST 91% of human life exists on LAND! And THAT is where our highest priority must be! "
"Human life? HUMAN life? Is that ALL that matters to you?" Arthur shouted into Batman's face.
"YES! You pompous bastard, yes!" Batman shouted back at him. "What do you think? That WE are going to take over YOUR-" Batman poked Arthur hard in the chest - "responsibilities? We are the Justice League of AMERICA, Arthur, NOT the Justice League of Atlantis, and if you can't handle that, then you had better turn in your keys and clear out your room because we don't have TIME to waste on a member with a conflicting agenda!"
They were nose to nose and toe to toe now. Neither one was backing off. Neither one was backing down. The adrenaline surge was making the blood roar in Arthur's ears. Batman was breathing heavily and mentally commanded himself to calm down. He then mentally replied to himself to fuck off.
"How dare you presume to question my membership or my loyalty to the League, you air-breathing, blood-eating son of a leech worm!"
"You are really pushing it, Aquaman. I suggest you leave while can still do so under your own power," Batman answered through clenched teeth.
"Threatening me, are you, Bruce Wayne?" Arthur sneered. "I'd like to see you try." The King of the seven seas took hold of Batman's upper arms and easily lifted him off the floor. "Now, answer my question."
Batman brought his knee up and smashed it into Arthur's chin. Arthur let go, but recovered quickly, throwing Batman into a wall. Batman hit and rolled, coming up on Arthur's left and cutting his legs out from under him. Arthur fell hard and swore loudly in Atlantean. Batman chuckled. Arthur reached over and grabbed Bruce's towel, knocking him off balance. As Bruce stumbled, the towel came free in Arthur's hand and he flung it away, revealing the Bat-pole; stiff, straight, wet and ready. Arthur chuckled.
Bruce turned away furiously humiliated, but Arthur caught him around the waist and made him turn and face him.
"So, it appears we have more in common than I ever suspected, Batman." He leaned all his weight on Batman, pinning him to the wall, feeling his manhood pulse against his own. "It seems there is a real man beneath the cape and cowl after all."
"Shut up, you son of a bitch!" Batman seethed. He pushed Arthur back with all his might, but the ocean depths bred men with far greater body density, and the ability to withstand thousands of pounds of pressure. Batman had no strength against him.
Arthur took Batman's shaft in his hand and gave it a surprisingly gentle squeeze. Batman moaned against his will. Arthur looked into Batman's eyes and smiled a victorious smile. Batman looked away. Arthur laughed fondly as he turned Batman to face the wall. "If you thought I was 'pushing it' before, Batman, just wait."
Batman heard a disturbing sound. It was the sound of Arthur's rubberized tights hitting the floor. He swallowed but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out. He was trembling all over, even he wasn't sure if it was fear or desire. No, not fear, never fear. Desire then. Or anger. He felt a sharp blow to his ankle as Arthur kicked his legs apart. "NO!"
Arthur rubbed his groin hard into Batman's cleft. "No? No, Batman? Then stop me."
"Arthur, I mean it, let me go and get out of here!"
Arthur slid his hand down Batman's belly and rubbed lightly at the hardness between his legs. "Batman, I am not the kind of man who would leave a friend in distress."
Batman shivered and gave a low cry of pleasure.
"Relax Batman, I know what you want."
"No, I don't! I don't want it!"
Arthur kissed Batman's neck. "Too bad then, because I won this round and I am taking my prize anyway." He crossed his arms around Bruce's chest and pulled him away from the wall, forcing him across the room to the bed, bending him over it.
"But, Arthur, . . . wait . . . listen-"
Ignoring him, Arthur pulled his hips back and slammed deeply into Batman. They both yelled. Arthur began pumping hard. Bruce felt all of the blood leave his head and go straight to his . . . head. A rush of ecstasy rippled up and down his body. Arthur rocked him back and forth with the force of his blows, but it only made him harder. He was beginning to sweat. He balled the bed sheet in his hands to get a bit of leverage, but his legs would never hold him, even if Arthur let him go. Arthur's lips at his backbone. Arthur's fingers at his nipples. Arthur's voice in his ears, the Atlantean accent trilling over his name. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God! Batman's world exploded into feelings and colors as Arthur exploded into him.
Batman opened his eyes to find himself lying on the bed, under Arthur, and quite spent. Arthur still seemed to be out. Batman pulled himself free and considered the situation. Goddamn him! How dare he! Batman looked at Arthur, collapsed, naked on the bed, sweat turning his blond curls dark on his brow. He could leave now, but then again . . . Batman took a strong cable from his utility belt and tied Arthur's ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed. Then he wadded up Arthur's clothes and shoved them under his pelvis, raising and spreading the king's buttocks nicely. Then he tied Arthur's wrists to the posts at the head of the bed. Finally, Batman filled his small toothbrush cup with cold water and splashed it in Arthur's face.
Arthur came to consciousness with a jerk and tried to turn over. Seeing his hands and feet bound, he roared with rage.
"Looks like I won this round," Batman said.
"Release me this instant!" Arthur bellowed.
"Release yourself," Batman laughed.
Arthur pulled at his bonds, unable to break them. He yelled in frustration. "I said to release me!"
"Can't do it?" Batman crawled up Arthur's back and put his lips close to Arthur's ear. "Getting a bit weak? How long have you been out of the water?"
Arthur clenched his jaw.
"I would estimate at least 50 minutes. You can only breath air about 60, right? 65, maybe, if you push it."
"What is your point?" Arthur growled.
Batman moved against Arthur's body, laying his member in the warm, moist cleft of Arthur's buttocks. "This is my point," Batman said, poking Arthur's opening sharply with his stiffened pole.
Arthur grunted and pulled his muscles in tight, but his position prevented him from completely closing off access. He tried to roll sideways, but the ropes gave no slack. "I command you to remove yourself and release me now!"
Batman laughed again, reaching under Arthur to pinch his nipples. "I am not one of your subjects, 'your majesty'."
"Stop this! Stop it now!" Arthur shouted.
Batman stabbed into him, sudden and deep. Arthur yelped. Batman pulled out and did it again, and again, and again. Then he buried himself to the hilt and rocked hard. He rode Arthur so up and down so vigorously that the line on his right wrist slipped from the bedpost. Quick as lightning, Arthur pulled his hand back and grabbed, not for his other wrist, but for his throbbing manhood.
Batman stopped the hand before it reached its destination and pulled it away, ignoring Arthur's protests.
"No! NO! Leave me be! STOP!"
"My rules this round, Arthur. Rule one, me first." Batman said in a cold voice. He bent the arm and pinned it behind Arthur's back. The clothing he had stuffed under Arthur's pelvis had lodged under his stomach, keeping his pelvis lifted somewhat, so that his swollen member made only the barest contact with the mattress. Batman pumped ferociously, biting Arthur's neck and feeling the electric spark of pleasure pulse up and down his body. He moaned in ecstasy as he worked the Atlantean's body with mad abandon.
"AAAAAHHHHHH!" They both yelled as Batman reached orgasm, gushing into Arthur with the force of a fire hose.
Batman collapsed against Arthur's back, naked skin slick on naked skin. Arthur groaned and squirmed, trying vainly to grind himself into the sheets.
Bruce finally had pity on him and took the royal scepter in his hand. It jumped against his palm as the muscle contracted and then swelled even bigger. Bruce gave it one good yank and it exploded. Arthur's whole body went rigid and still beneath Bruce as he climaxed and spent himself. Then he went limp, unconscious.
Bruce looked to the clock. Three minutes. He untied Arthur and hefted him over his shoulder, carrying him to the bathroom. Plugging the drain, he turned the shower on full force and laid Arthur in the tub. Bruce washed up in the sink as the tub filled. When Arthur was fully submerged he turned off the water and went to dress. He called Alfred to let him know that he missed his flight and would be home late. Then he called the airport and booked himself on the next flight out. Just before he left, he checked on Arthur.
Just as he leaned over the tub, Arthur's eye's opened. Batman made the okay sign and lifted his eyebrows in question. Arthur nodded, gave him an imperiously dismissive wave and rolled over on his side, obviously to get some sleep.
Bruce shook his head and went back to the main room. He stripped the bed and threw the soiled linens down the laundry chute. Then he picked up Arthur's clothing and took it into the bathroom. He left a not in soap on the mirror.
-Lock up before you leave-
Then closed the bathroom door and left for the airport.
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