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Body & Soul	By : Kip Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 4505 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Well, that went rather nicely, didn’t it?" Nygma gestures for me to sit beside him. Bundled in the coat, I comply with difficulty. "Take all of that off," He suggests. "You won't need anything on in here." He moves to help me, removing the chains again and undressing me. Throwing my discarded clothes into the front with the driver, he raises the privacy screen. Suddenly his hands are on my face, cradling it between his palms.
"I want you," He says. "Now."
His hands smell of … flowers? I baulk, not wanting his touch. The warning glitter in his eyes persuades me of the folly of actually resisting though.
Play him at his own game… It isn't easy. He presses his mouth to mine and I try not to gag, manage not to fight as his tongue licks across my lips and invades me. Yeuchh!!!
When he tires of kissing me, which doesn’t happen anywhere near fast enough for my liking, he shoves me face-down on the car seat and fumbles with his zipper. It's all too obvious what's coming next.
I concentrate on the smell of the leather and the feel of it on my naked skin, blanking out the touch of him, and the way he manipulates me. It's only when he actually forces himself into me that I react at all. It's like he's never heard of lubrication. I really don’t want to have THAT conversation with him, not ever. He'd only take it as a come-on. Not that he doesn’t take everything as a come-on, even breathing.
I find myself oddly grateful for the pain, in a way it's a welcome relief – since I live in dread that the day might come when I grow accustomed enough to this not to be discomforted by it, or worse: that I start to find any sort of pleasure in his touch…
The half-healed injuries also serve to remind me that I'm alive, not all of my comrades in the Resistance were so lucky.
Or am I the unlucky one?
Panting to a climax, Nygma stills, lying there, with his weight on me, before sliding out and settling back onto the padded upholstery. His fingers, rarely still while he is awake, continue to idly explore me.
I lay here, only half aware of being here in the car, as much of my mind as possible floating in a hazy nothing.
Just for a moment I feel … odd.
"Good heavens!" With a start, Nygma sits up straight, stabbing the intercom button with a skinny finger. "Driver! Stop the car! Go back a few yards!"
The car jerks to a halt, and reverses, as the instruction is obeyed. Not everyone is as slow and reluctant to comply with him as I am…
"Bruce," Nygma slides off the seat, adjusting his clothing. "You're not dressed for outside, and time's running short, stay here."
"But,"
"Stay," He repeats, gently tapping a finger against the side of my head. We both know what that means. He'll activate the implant if I disobey, and I'm in no condition to endure another dose of that.
We get out so rarely that this opportunity isn't likely to come again for a while, and for once I'm unchained. If I wasn’t so totally weakened, I might seriously try to escape now, while he's distracted by whatever it is… but I realise the folly of that idea even as I think of it. Chains aren't the only thing I don’t have: I'm not going to get very far over the rubble without shoes. Certainly not far enough to hide until the implant kills me.
Or clothes… It has to be below zero out there… Hypothermia would only render me more vulnerable to his weird kinks, and I bet he'd just love nursing me... Nope, pneumonia has nothing to recommend it.
For several minutes I watch out of the car window, as Nygma trails over the heaps, glancing around apparently aimlessly, and then… he stiffens.
Has he heard something? Seen something? If so - what?
Like a giant bird, Nygma glides over one of the larger heaps, vanishing behind it for a full minute. I keep watch for him, feeling more anxious than I would have believed, before he reappears bearing something in his arms.
No… someONE… a body, light and slender. As my eyes focus on the pale form, I'm hot, and cold, at exactly the same time. Not like fever, switching from one state to the other, but feeling both simultaneously. I'm out there and I'm cold, but also in here and hot. He's out there and so nowhere near me, though somehow I'm feeling his hands on me again; gripping.
Something lights up inside my head. I don’t know what it is, but it cuts through me like a fire alarm going off. Sweat breaks out on my skin. Emotions rush through me. A low groan escapes me, I can't hold it back.
Our driver turns, staring. It doesn’t matter what he thinks, or what anyone thinks, people in my position don’t have the luxury of caring about those things. I'm a pleasure slave, a rich man's fuck toy, I knew that, but these new feelings suggest that I'm also something else… Something less obvious.
What though? And why now?
Nygma is approaching the car. Forgetting me, the driver hurries to open the door for him.
"Here," With a faint grunt of effort he hands her, and it is a 'she', in to me.
Settling her carefully along the full length of the back seat, I crouch on the carpet and check her over.
Bruises, scratches, chilled, but,
"Nothing broken?" Nygma breaks into my thoughts. "No serious injury?"
"I don’t think so." I reply. My hands tingle as I touch her, now I feel only warmth, not cold like before. Under my palms her skin is warming. The leather of the seat is smooth and soft under me… her?
How is this happening? How can I stop HIM from finding out?
"Get us home," Nygma instructs our astonished driver, "And don’t hang about. The evening patrols will be up shortly, and we don’t want any awkward questions."
He turns to me. "Do you recognise her? You seem as if you do?"
"I don’t think I know her at all," I tell him honestly, but my fingers slip around her hand as if we were made to fit. The contact starts a landslide of sensation within me. Intoxicated, I can't get enough. I begin to tingle all over.
"Funny enough, I believe you." Nygma tips my chin, "Mmm, you look edible, all rosy." His lips brush mine. The touch of my skin on hers is lighting me up like a firecracker, and with no other outlet, I reflexively kiss back.
"Well, that's certainly better…" He approves. "But why now?"
"Because," I glance at her. Should I say anything at all?
"You want her?" He understands at once, including why I would be hesitant. I'm surprised that he's not annoyed – although it's a relief that he isn't.
"I have noticed definite improvements in your attitude lately, but it would seem that you're feeling substantially more… motivated… at the moment? Yes?"
I feel my face flush. "Yes."
"Prove it," He says, in his quiet way. "Show me right now, or I hand her in to the next patrol. I wouldn’t have stopped there at all, but I was curious about what I'd seen."
"I…" I look at him, suddenly terrified that whatever is happening to me will just vanish and leave me hollow and alone again. "Please!"
Amazingly, he smiles. Why do I have the feeling that this is not entirely a good thing?
"What now?" He waits for me to take the initiative. I don’t know what to do though. I wait too, either for a clue or for his patience to run out.
"Something wrong, beautiful?" He strokes my face, my hair, pets me like an animal, as though soothing a wild beast. "I really ought to contact the curfew patrol."
"No, please!" I'm instantly desperate. I don’t know what it is that I think I feel, but I am sure that I feel it. It resonates through me, like the bass of a pipe organ, or the thud of waves on a beach. Every time I look at her, there's something, a connection…
"Baby?" He's watching me.
I need to convince him to… to what? To keep her? What was she doing in the ruins anyway? There are hardly any patrols over this area, the zone is all-but uninhabitable, and entry is prohibited to all but the most trusted.
No one could have known she was here, or that she's alive at all…
From the look on his face, Nygma's come to the same conclusion. He could keep her though: no one would gainsay the Governor's favourite and the Thanagarians aren't interested in humans, only meta's…
Which is why they were willing to let him have me… but what if SHE'S a meta too? She's a total stranger and yet I already can't bear to think of her, in their clutches…
But this isn't up to me: the decision is entirely up to Nygma now.
If he wants to hand her in he will; and he won't be swayed by words, not from me; there's only one thing that could make him decide to do this.
I lean forward and trying very hard not to think about what I'm doing, I slide my hands over his zipper, hesitantly touching him through the soft fabric. He closes his eyes and draws a sharp breath. When he opens them again they're dark with lust. I'm terrified of what I've just unleashed, but I have his full attention.
I have to do this, I have to. I was kidding myself when I thought I could play him at his own game, but God help me, I've finally found my price… or more accurately HE did…
"Please," I whisper, "be patient with me?"
"Just tell me what you're thinking," He nods encouragement.
"I…" I look at him. "You told me to ask you for what I want."
He tilts his head. "And are you asking now? For her?"
"Yes." I admit it with only a small amount of reluctance.
"And if I indulge you in this, will you accept me from now on?" He asks, "acquiesce fully to my whims?"
Hardening my resolve, I reach out and run a shaking hand back over his groin. "Yes."
He hisses in delight. "With everything?" He double-checks.
"With whatever you want." I assure him. Somewhere in the back of my head, there's a very faint buzz, like someone humming a long way off.
Grabbing my other hand, Nygma pulls me against him, and thrusts his tongue into my mouth. I know how to kiss, I just couldn’t bear to let him think I wanted to do that with him, but this time I have to – or he'll just send her away. Frantic not to let that happen, I try to make it good for him; while still keeping it as brief as possible.
"That," He breaks from me, shaking slightly.
Did I get something wrong? Is he angry? Resentful that I could have done that before, but didn’t?
"Was amazing," He finishes, tracing the curve of my mouth with an unsteady finger. "I knew that you would be… once you were properly motivated."
"You'll keep your word?" I hesitate to ask, but have to.
"Suck me off now, right here in the car," He says breathily, "And we'll take her straight home with us."
Oh god, can I do that?
"You don’t have to swallow," He offers, "Not this time…"
But I will have to eventually, won't I…
There's a total stranger lying unconscious just a few feet behind me and I'm sitting, stark naked, on the floor of a moving limo about to perform oral sex on another man; whom I don’t happen to fancy in the slightest.
Oh god, I must be going insane! What's happening to me? The blood is pounding through my body so hard that I feel like I might burst, and suddenly this is even worse than I dreaded it would be. Shifting, he slides his clothes down, revealing himself to be more than half-hard already, parting his legs for me to kneel between them.
As I move into position, my bare ankle happens to brush against her limply dangling hand. The humming in my head suddenly turns into a chorus.
"Bruce?" A gentle hand trails over my face, "Baby? We're home," Nygma ruffles my hair, and I realise from the solid ache in my shoulders that I've been sitting between his legs, with my face resting on his fabric clad thigh, for some time. There's a very slightly salty aftertaste in my mouth, but … oddly, there doesn’t seem to be a 'but'… or if there is I can't remember it.
Selective amnesia? If it is, I'm not complaining. Bring it on.
"I've summoned a medic for your little friend, let's get her cleaned up and into a bed." Nygma smiles at me, restoring himself to order. "I can get you checked over at the same time," He checks my collar, "Your neck looks a little sore, baby," The grin widens. "But you were wonderful, I never dreamed that could be so good…"
Well, it's obvious that he remembers what just happened. Not that I care since I don’t have the faintest recollection of what he's talking about, and with the added bonus that at least my arse isn't protesting this time.
If I can find out how the amnesia thing happened, maybe I can make it happen again?
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