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When they accepted this job, Joker had no idea what to expect, but it certainly wasn't this.
Just in this one room had windows draped with fine red velvet curtains, dark gold painted walls with paintings painted by famous artists around the world, and chandeliers decorated with what seemed to be diamonds.
Now Joker had attended many types of parties, balls, and galas, but this had to be the fanciest room he had ever laid his eyes upon and he couldn't imagine what the other rooms would look like compared to this. Rich people and their huge mansions...
He glanced over at Jack, who looked even more handsome than usual in his new disguise—credit to no one but Joker, himself. Jack's hair was slicked to one side, and replacing his signature leather jacket and white shirt (which Joker still loved dearly, don't get him wrong) was now a sharp black suit featuring silver-grey accents. As for Joker, his hair was slicked all the way back with gel, and he chosen a black suit with maroon details, which he knew looked good on him and he knew Jack agreed, judging by the way he couldn't seem to stop staring at him.
Feeling brave, Joker decided to break the silence. "Hey handsome, eyes up here." He teased, which caused Jack to snap out the trance he was in. He glared at him in return.
"Must you always make us wear new disguises for every job? My closet is currently overflowing with your ridiculous outfits," He stated under his breath.
Joker smirked and moved closer in front of him, making a big show of letting his eyes slowly trail up and down, which gave him the opportunity to admire the sight of the man before him. "I enjoy creating them. Plus I get to see you in something different each time—and you never fail to amaze me with how handsome you are. You're like my muse."
His statement drew a breath out of Jack, who then quickly pushed him away, but Joker still noticed the slight flush in his ears, and felt a sense of pride.
Jack quickly looked around them to make sure the cost was clear, and then whispered, "You asshole. Anyways, focus—let's get back to the mission. We go in, pose as bodyguards, gather intel on this Gala's illegal activities, and get out. Then we report to the boss and go home. Got it? No stealing, no drinking, no trouble—nothing." Jack crossed is arms is a way that stated business, but Joker just thought it made him look even more adorable.
"Gotcha." He replied with a wink, which Jack to rolled his eyes in response, but still had a small smile on his face.
Walking further into the room, their first target was easy to find, a man named Aran who was wearing a supposedly beautiful snake diamond necklace wrapped around his neck, but Joker just thought it tacky. He was sitting at the bar, his body slouched onto the bar counter, clearly drunk.
They both steadily approached him, until the man suddenly sat up and turned around to look at them almost as if he already sensed their presence, which caused both of them to stop in their tracks.
"You-you both-" He stuttered, as he pointed is unsteady finger at both of them, which caused Joker to sweat a bit, their potential cover already blown... "Are late!"
Immediately, Joker gave a mental sigh of relief, "Sorry sir we run into some minor inconveniences on the way." Joker lied, placing a polite smile on his face, as he entered his role, whilst Jack remained silent and nodded his head in agreement.
"Whatever, I've got the biggest headache right now." He whined. "You fetch me my painkillers! " He said pointing towards Jack, "Rose should have them, she's somewhere in the crowd-"
"Here I am!" A woman said, appearing seemingly out of nowhere. Joker recognised her as Rose, one of Aran's cousins and another one of their targets.
"Roseeee my head hurts... I'm dyingggg," Aran whined as got up from his chair and leaned into embrace her, his head leaning onto her shoulder, which Rose then pushed off gently.
She patted his head in almost mock sympathy, "Aww poor baby, sadly you're not supposed to be taking medication while drinking, so you're just gonna have to sober up with water instead." She said and then looked up from he cousin to observe the two men standing in front of her.
"Oh I'm sorry! You two must be the newly hired bodyguards for Aran and me tonight. I just wasn't expecting you guys to be so young..." She said whilst observing them with her eyes, but Joker couldn't help to notice that they mostly stayed on Jack and his suit as she looked him up and down, very obviously checking him out, just like Joker did before.
"You're too kind. Trust me we are wayyy older than we look." Joker replied, but she still didn't acknowledge him, her focus remaining on Jack, which caused a pang of anger to roam through him.
"What's your name, handsome?" Rose asked, batting her eyelashes at him, which only further fueled the rage in Joker's heart as he then glared at her. At first, she was just checking him out (which was one thing), but now she was calling him 'handsome'—the nickname he himself used for Jack all the time.
He understood that they were only partners in crime, but Joker knew deep down he was jealous and wished he could keep Jack all to himself. This wasn't the first time this happened on a mission, but sadly Jack was always very oblivious to his jealousy. And his feelings...
Flustered from the compliment Jack stuttered, "Oh uh I'm-"
"Roseee, look at meee!" Aran shouted across the bar, cutting off Jack mid-sentence. Somehow, he'd managed to get onto the performance stage, drawing glares from the orchestra musicians for disrupting their performance. He flaunted his dance moves, clearly aiming to be sexy but only actually succeeded in making himself look ridiculous.
"Oh my gosh! Aran, get down from there!" Rose shouted at him in return, now obviously annoyed at his childish antics. This time she turned to Joker, "I'm going to need you to help get him off stage before he makes an embarrassment out of himself again."
She then turned to Jack, her gaze softening a little, "While we grab some water to help sober up my dear cousin? And maybe, in the meantime, we can sneak in a few drinks ourselves." She teased, taking Jack's arm in hers. Jack stared at Joker instead, almost looking hesitant, but Joker just nodded instead and headed towards the drunken man.
He seemed to reach him just in time, as Aran had begun stripping off his clothes, starting with his fur jacket. Joker quickly stepped in, placing his hands on Aran's shoulders and guiding him off the stage before things went any further.
"Nooo, I want to danceee..." Aran whined, pushing Joker's hands away. Joker rolled his eyes in frustration. "Sorry, sir, your cousin's orders," he muttered dryly, glancing over his shoulder at Rose and Jack talking. Rose was giggling, resting her hand on Jack's shoulder while he smiled softly at her, and Joker couldn't help but wish he could burn the entire place down.
"Jealousy's a bad look on you," Aran whispered teasingly in his ear, causing Joker to nearly jump in surprise, as he turned around to face him.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Joker denied, though the expression on Aran's face made it clear he wasn't convinced. Instead, Aran took his hands and led him to the crowded dance floor, packed with people in their finest attire. Despite being in disguise, Joker couldn't shake the feeling that he stood out.
Aran pulled him close, wrapping one of his arms around Joker’s waist. "A fine guy like you shouldn’t waste time pining over someone who doesn’t want you. Don’t worry, though—I do." Joker felt a surge of disgust and wanted to shove him away, but resisted to avoid causing a scene. Besides, if it came to it, he knew he could take him in a fight. "I guess I have to humor him instead," He thought in dismay.
He shot a quick glance toward the bar to check on Jack and Rose, but this time, Jack was the one watching him. Rose was still chattering away, oblivious, while Jack’s face remained completely blank, his emotions unreadable. Unnerved, Joker quickly looked away.
Aran pulled him even closer, both hands gripping Joker's waist as he leaned in to whisper in his ear, "You're gorgeous. I've never had a bodyguard this good-looking. I don't even remember hiring you, but I'm glad I did—because technically, according to your contract, I own you now." He then bit Joker's ear in a sensual tease, prompting Joker, who tried and shove him away, but Aran's hold on his waist was too strong.
He leaned down onto Joker's shoulder, licking and biting his neck, which was the last straw for Joker. Just as he was about to kick him in the groin, Aran was suddenly pulled away from him.
Suddenly Jack was standing in front of him and he looked...
Pissed.
His eyes were filled with rage and without a word he wrapped his hand around one of Joker's wrists and dragged him away from the dance floor, leaving Aran behind to stare at them in all of his drunk confusion.
When they exited the room, Jack still hadn't let him go. They walked further down the hallway of the mansion until he decided to open a random door and enter a room, dragging Joker along with him. Throughout the whole walk, they both remained silent and Joker didn't want to be the one to break it, so he instead just waited patiently trying to appear calm while his heart was beating rapidly.
He quickly observed his surroundings, which from the looks of it was a guest bedroom, when finally Jack released Joker's wrist and turned around to face him. It's times like these when Joker is grateful for their height difference, as he looks over Jack's shoulder to avoid eye contact with him.
"What. Was. That?" Jack asked his voice filled with anger for some reason, finally breaking the silence. Joker still couldn't make eye contact though and instead stared at the wall in front of him, "I had it under control. There's no need to worry-"
Suddenly Jack pushed him roughly against the door, causing Joker to wince slightly. He then put this hand on Joker's chin forcing him to look up at him. Joker noticed his eyes were filled with- not anger- but something possessive almost, which caused Joker's heart beat to quicken.
"Had it under control my ass. You even let him give you a hickey. " Jack growled, as he used his other hand to gently trace the mark Aran had apparently left behind. Joke tried his best not to let out a whimper from his touch, but he wouldn't lie, he was so turned on right now.
"Jack, are you jealous right now?" Joker teased him, causing Jack's movements to halt.
“So what if I am?” he snapped, his voice edged with irritation as he leaned in close to Joke’s face. His eyes lingered on Joke’s lips, but he hesitated, still holding back. Joke found it endearing—despite his jealousy, he was still reluctant to make the first move.
So Joker did him a favor and leaned forward to kiss him, which caused Jack to freeze for a bit, but then slowly melted into the kiss, putting both his hands on his waist almost like Aran did before, but this time it was welcome.
The kiss started off gentle and tantalizing, like a slow dance of longing. But then, Joker decided to take it one step further, gently biting Jack's lip, testing the waters. The momentary act of playfulness must have ignited a fire within Jack, because it compelled him to deepen the kiss, which Joker willingly accepted as he put his hands through Jack's hair.
Jack's hands slowly slide up from his waist to the back of Joker's neck his fingers tangling in the soft strands of hair, holding him in place. With a firm yet gentle grip, he tilted Joker's head back, exposing his neck. Slowly, Jack began to trail kisses down Joker's neck, his lips lingering on each spot, claiming him as his own. His mouth traveled from the pulse point to the nape of Joker's neck, almost as if marking his territory with each touch.
He then stopped at the exact spot Aran had bit him, his knuckles gently grazing the mark on Joker's neck before applying a possessive bite nearby. His teeth grazed the skin, a silent reclaim.
A small whine escaped Joker's lips as his fingers tangled themselves in Jack's hair, pulling at it more roughly, earning a groan from Jack.
He then grabs Joker and drags him over to where the bed was, until they were both standing at the edge of it. Jack's eyes burn with a mix of desire and an uncharacteristic hesitance, his gaze fixed on Joker.
Joker, sensing Jack's uncertainty, rested his hand on his shoulder, hoping to reassure him while also silently signaling his willingness. That was enough for Jack who then with a firm push sent Joker tumbling onto the mattress, his body landing with a thud against the soft surface.
Then Jack climbed on top of him, their bodies pressed closer together. Without missing a beat, he resumed kissing him roughly, which Joker responded to eagerly, his lips moving against Jack's with eagerness. Joker found himself lost in the moment, his body responding without hesitation as he wrapped his legs around Jack's waist, allowing Jack to pull him even closer, their hips meeting in a slowly grinding against each other, that elicits gasps from both of them. The friction between them left Joker wanting more, and Jack must have felt the same as he started to undress, taking off his jacket.
"Allow me to help, handsome," Joker murmured seductively. His nimble fingers took hold of Jack's tie, deftly undoing it. He then proceeded to unbutton his shirt, slowly revealing glimpses of Jack's bare skin beneath. As he did so, Joker leaned in and began to leave a trail of marks down his neck, his lips worshiping his sensitive flesh, which caused gasps and tiny moans to leave the other man, further turning him on.
All of a sudden Jack pushed him down onto the bed again, his hands both pinned above his head with one of Jack's hands, and stared into Joker's eyes almost as he was waiting for permission. Joker nodded in return, and then Jack started to unbutton his shirt, slowly making his way down the zipper of his pants.
Leaving Joker in nothing but his boxers, he then began to undress himself, which allowed Joker to take in the sight of him. His eyes roamed down his unrevealed body, taking in his arms to his well sculpted abs due to his training and wished he could touch them.
Jack noticed his staring and smirked at him, which completely took Joker off guard (not that he minded, his newfound confidence was hot). One of his hands traces the length of Joker's inner thigh, drawing a whine from him. Joker could feel the heat of Jack's hands on his legs and it left him wanting for more. Without breaking eye contact his boxers were taken off and thrown to the side, leaving him completely nude, while Jack was still left with his pants on, which annoyed Joker.
"Pants off right now." Joker complained, but Jack still didn't comply, as he started kissing down his neck, until he made his way to his nipples. He then began to suck on one, making Joker roll his eyes back from the pleasure and making him even harder than he already was.
He continued to suck on each of his nipples, making sure they were both getting equal attention. Joker could imagine how sore and red they were going to look tomorrow. When Jack was done with that he then began to unbuckle his pants, which Joker mentally sighed in relief.
He sat up to wrap his arms around Jack's neck and he began to kiss him again, catching him off guard but he willingly returned it. Their hips grinded against each others, causing them both to let out noises of pleasure. Suddenly Joker was flipped over on his stomach, Jack holding on to his legs, as he dragged him to the edge of the bed.
As he heard the sound of Jack unzipping his pants, his heart started to pound faster, his head dizzy with excitement.
Jack grasped Joker's thighs between both his hands to steady himself and Joker, as he lifted Joker to turn him around into a new position where his ass was exposed to him and his face shoved in the pillow.
Then he felt Jack tongue delve inside his ass, filling Joker with waves of pleasure, “Jack, ahh,” he moaned into the pillow, his voice muffled.
Joker made a choked noise when he felt Jack shove in deeper, his wet tongue buried in his ass. “Fuck, J-Jack,” Joker cried as he shifted on the bed, his thighs shaking, as he nearly fell flat on the bed, but Jack still held him up stead with his hands on his hips.
When he removed his tongue, Joker glanced behind him to see Jack touching himself, whilst he was looking, so he moved his ass closer to Jack, hoping he took the hint.
He did and finally inserted himself inside, causing them both to moan from the overall feeling.
His pace started off slow, until Jack felt that Joker was stretched out enough and then sped up to a more brutal pace, which Joker responded to enthusiastically with his hands griped against the sheets, not even bothering to control the volume of his voice, as he moved his hips in order to sync up with Jack's thrusts. All that could be heard in the room was the sound of skin slapping against each other, their moans of pleasure, and the sound of the bed frame which moved along with every thrust.
"Fuck, I want to see your face," Jack said and then without any hesitation, he spun Joker's body around in one swift motion, and with one hand he pinned him down onto the bed again. He kissed him roughly, and used his other hand to lift one of Joker's legs over his shoulder as he inserted his cock into him, deepening his thrusts.
“It feels so fucking good,” Joker scrunched his nose, his eyes fully shut as another breathless moan escaped his lips. “I-I’m going to-
Jack suddenly stopped is movements, leaving Joker disappointed and sexually frustrated, "Look at me" He demanded as he leaned his face down toward him, their foreheads touching, which surprised Joker into submission as he opened his eyes to see Jack gazing down at him, his eyes dark and hungry.
"Look at me while I make you mine. Look at me when I make you cum." Without waiting for his response he then continued his relentless pace again.
As Joker gazed back, his mouth parted open with a loud moan escaping through his lips. “I’m gonna, I’m gonna—”
Pure bliss fills Joker's face as he reached over the edge, his whole body tightening in response, causing Jack to gasp, overwhelmed from the sensation, sending him over the edge as well.
For a few moments, they remain motionless, their bodies pressed together, with Jack lying on top of Joker, his head tucked snugly into the crook of his neck. His fingers gently stroked through the soft strands of Joker's hair. The silence between them is comfortably intimate, their breaths mingling in the shared space.
Then Joker let out a soft giggle, his voice laced with playful banter. "Jealous much? If anyone should be envious, it's me," he teased, his tone lighthearted. "That girl practically wanted to devour you alive, but now I'll be sore for days," he added, his words dripping with a hint of possessiveness mixed with humor.
"No one else gets to lay their hands on you like that," Jack murmurs, his voice low and possessive. His arms tighten around Joker, as if to emphasize his claim. Joker was lucky that Jack couldn't see is face right now, otherwise he would get to how flustered that comment made him feel.
Joker pushed him off instead, his expression trying but failing to shift to a more serious demeanor. "Alright, put your clothes back on. We still need to report back to the big boss first," he commanded, his voice stern but tinged with a hint of desire. "Afterwards, I'm taking you to my place." He stated with a smirk, as he finished getting dressed
Now that he had him, he wasn't going to let go.
And Jack with all the enthusiasm in the world, quickly put his clothes on and then grabbed Joker's hand firmly in his own. Without wasting a moment, he burst out of the door, dragging Joker along with him, leaving with the sound of Joker's hearty laughter to be heard throughout the hallway.