Fic: Raindrops 2/2 (original) (raw)
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Title: Raindrops 2/2
Author: 
twisted_ream
Pairing: bane/john blake, jim gordon
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2195 (for this part)
Warnings: rape, well, you know, physical abuse, with a little of asphyxiation. Plus suicidal thoughts. Plus proper prostate stimulation.
Summary: John Blake shouldn't really wander in dark alleyways at night. In case Bane is there to hunt him down.
Notes: Jim Gordon!
John felt him shuffle behind him and lift his weight off him, but the grip on his arms only tightened. Hearing the sound of fluidity, John closed his eyes chanting that he would be anywhere else. “Fuck. Fuck.”
His tremor of trying to keep his mind made Bane chuckle and he leaned down, John’s back jolting in response, and whispered “You are seeking for danger.”
John stilled again as he could hear it in his voice, the truth and how he knew what he feared. “Please, please. No, no.” John writhed against the tight grip behind his back and fell down flat against the bed, looking at the dark wall far back, feeling the tears come out again.
“I will give that to you.” Bane said kindly and John felt the nudge of something wet and warm against his puckered hole that was stretched open.
He then made an effort to fight back once more, he kicked his feet on wherever they could hit, but he was soon strained as the man took a hold of his ankle, showing total dominance. He could only hear Bane laugh, his low voice almost demonic. “Do you think that will stop me? You can’t hurt me.”
He dropped John’s leg, feeling the defeat in his muscles. Bane sneered, pleased, and watched John struggle a little more against his moves as he pushed his cock into him slowly, listening to the other’s yelps of pain.
“God! Fuck!” John felt the thick, hard length push into him and the pain was insufferable. Letting out his whines of pain to the pillow, he thought of what he had done wrong to deserve it.
“Please, it will hurt less if you don’t fight against it.”
John quieted down for the sudden warm tone in his voice and tensed as if waiting for any punishment. Instead, he felt the intruder’s hand slide down on him, gently pulling on his cock to take his mind elsewhere. But he hadn’t realized until he was practically shown, he was embarrassed he was aroused.
He planned on explaining himself but it made no point, the intruder was already enjoying the sight. Bane hummed in delight and gripped him harder, giving him a few firm jerks.
He winced as Bane moved on, pushing his hips forward against him gradually while in time stroking his erection, an incredible heat rising through John’s body. His eyes were shut tight, short, forced breaths coming out of his mouth as he tried to take in his cock, but it was so much, too much. “Fuck. Fuck.” He muffled into the pillow and felt the pain dull inside just a little.
Bane listened to his crying out curses and watched his body give in while he was cramming in, until he was solid against him. He didn’t waste time when he started to move in with firm, smooth thrusts, his other hand still holding onto John’s wrists as his other was keeping him steady.
John was crying out, his gaping mouth dripping drool on the pillow, gasping for air, the thickness of Bane unbearable. It felt like he was being ripped apart, and he couldn’t swallow, let alone breath. His hands were clenched into fists as they were held tight in the other’s grasp, his feet stiff, wobbling on the stranger’s sides.
John groaned loudly when he felt the other ease in his pace, giving him time to take quick breaths in between the slaps against his skin.
As Bane held him down still, he let his weight overcome John’s slightly reaching under to take his cock in hand again. Chuckling gladly for the hard member, he pumped it in his fist having John let out a wild groan of surprise gasping heavily.
“You’re hard for it, aren’t you? Would you like me to move?”
The lull of his hips felt undoubtedly pleasant but he knew he wouldn’t keep on the mellow grounds. John kept his mouth shut for whatever he would say, Bane gained more power over him and John was going to fight until the intruder was behind bars. He tried not to discover other aspects of the intrusion.
When not receiving any answer, Bane let go of his erection and moved his hand back on John’s hip, anchoring it in place with little force. ‘Oh fuck.’ It didn’t promise good, John tried to mentally stabilize himself but he didn’t expect a full on hard thrust that almost blew his brains out.
His body tensed for the fear of it but it didn’t go on for long as the pressure was building in him, letting Bane in deeper for his ruthless rhythm. The pace only accelerated and it left John panting against his pillow in lack of oxygen, the strong thrusts pushing all the air out of him.
It was so powerful the big cock inside of him was the only thing John could think about. The thought of asking for more, harder, went through his mind before he gasped for having forgotten breathing.
He couldn’t keep his mind together, not when Bane’s means felt like hitting him through his entire body. His throat felt dry, and John couldn’t breath.
Tears stung his sweat-laced eyelids as his focus of the world blurred, the weight of the other man’s grip emptying his lungs. If he was to die like that, he would’ve let himself. Bane had took notice of the lessening of John’s breath and eased down his grips as well as the slams against the finely built man.
John’s mind was clearer and he’d started to enjoy with the incredible hunger to see who it was working insufferably hard to break him. He tilted his head down, faintly gaining sight of the shadow behind him on what he could see out of the corner of his eye.
The harsh surge made him momentarily blind and John was ridiculously trying to clasp at anything he could reach with his fingers even if it was just air. He squeezed them tight into fists to overcome the lack of control over his body.
The intruder moved his hand down onto his spilling cock, smearing it with his pre-come and then he moved up to make him taste it.
John stared at his stained hand with his tired eyes, the question of how serious he was rolling in his head. Bane slid one finger into John’s pathetically groaning mouth and felt his tongue flick at it a bit before biting his teeth around the finger as hard as he could, but the bloody marks weren’t even cut deep.
Bane laughed at his feisty spirit before moving his hand back on the curve of John’s ass, rolling his hips firmly.
Panting hard against the linen while feeling the other’s hips press against him again and again, his cock surging through and breaking his mind to breath, John tried to look over behind him again.
He could see a shaved head of the side, the outline of an ear. It was the first time John didn’t like the weather in Gotham that glowed outside behind his pale curtains, always cold, always dark. Just then a lightning struck outside and the face behind him lit up, although he could only see his eye, his dark eye that seemed almost blue in the light.
He was staring back at John’s face, at any part of him that shimmered in the faint light, and John could see he was full of want. He was overwhelmed that he was the subject of that feeling and his gaze had shifted to the wall on the right in his weak thoughts, his body feeling overpowered by feelings; hate, lust.
John cried out against his pillow for it. He shivered and tensed, clenching around Bane as he came.
He didn’t know what the other did after that, his body and mind too sore to follow.
His hips were lazily dropped down, John’s ass clenching as he felt empty. He could finally gather the lost breaths his body needed until he felt a finger at his entrance yet again.
Bane slid in his index finger, this time sitting hunched over him, relaxed, still holding John’s hands in a grip behind his back as he was pliant on the bed. “I hope you are sensitive to stimulus.” He then whispered with his voice rough and hoarse. He probed at him gently, guiding his finger over the base slowly, to feel up where his spot was. He then felt a small mound and judging by the way John flinched, he was right.
He tapped at the nub’s side carefully, and for John to be tired, Bane was glad it could be done right. John howled, his brows frowning and mouth open in exhaustion. He couldn’t really take in anything more. “Pl-lease.”
He flicked his fingers on what he could touch under the loosened grasp. He was worn out, he couldn’t think anything other than the jolts the light pressure sent through his body.
As Bane moved his finger over to the nub’s other side and stroked it, John gasped and suffocated his continuous groans into the pillow, his hands stiffening and his leg rising up as if he was in an electric current.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?”
John heard the other man and wanted to kick him if he had the will of his body. The feeling was excruciating, his whole body on fire as he was sensitive from his earlier release. “Fuck you.” He muttered just a moment and heard him remark his filthy words before Bane hit a nerve hard.
“Next time I will have a taste of you.”
“Next time?” John stuttered weakly under the pressure. He didn’t know what to think of it.
“Yes, John.” Bane gave his answer and John shivered all through but the sounds, Bane’s calm breath, his own faltering, faded away as he came. He closed his eyes, let out a long sigh and blacked out.
Bane released his grip of him as he saw the calm, almost blank expression on John’s face, and watched as his arms fell on to his sides languid, lifeless. Bane looked at him a bit more before pulling from a corner of a blanket to cover him up with.
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When John awoke he opened his eyes slowly and curled up to himself, feeling the hurt in his body, in all of his muscles.
He shuddered at the memories of the night and prayed for it to be only a nightmare, though he knew it was true.
Getting to work was hard, and he was late, getting comfortable with the agonizing ache in his ass and checking up on the bruises in the strangest places and trying to cover up his purple marbled wrists in formidable manners.
The first thing he did when he arrived to the station was to meet up with Commissioner Gordon to report an assault. He met up with furious detectives and officers trying to share all the information on a new crook and dig up for more.
Papers were flying and people running in and out, Jim Gordon’s door really of no use on blocking them. When John explained that someone had broken into his apartment and assaulted him, it seemed to go to deaf ears.
“Let’s have it. There’s a new menace taking over in the city. It looks like he’s got a sort of prototype of Batman’s car in his hands too. Do you know anything about this guy?”
Gordon handed over a sheet of paper and as John enjoyed working with him, he accepted the tasks with no questions asked. But when he browsed across the yearly mug shots of a man and found the most recent one, he noticed the shaved head, the shape of the ear, and he stared at his eyes in the picture, he swallowed hard with a tremble of his hands.
He felt like spilling out everything the man had done to him, but something was holding him back.
“I’ll look into it.” Blake held the file in his hands to look at Gordon back with his professional stature although he couldn’t deny the waver in his voice.
“What was it that you needed to get reported?” Gordon looked up at him from behind his desk that had stacks of papers and folders.
John raised his hand a bit to look at the bruises in his arms, and he looked at the bandages as he started to realize why he had covered them up in the first place. “You know what? It must’ve been just a nightmare. Sorry to bother you with this, chief.” It was wrong in every way, and he retreated to his office after laughing with a bewildered Gordon being called chief by a collaborative partner of the law.
John set the photo on the side of his desk and stared at it, a wave of cold shivers reaching him and he rubbed his aching wrist. “Bane.”
He leaned against the table with stretched out arms and groaned weakly for the memory, and for the sorrow inside that only that man could take away.