Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Bruce/Dick, The Chocolatier
Genres: Adventure, Challenge, Humor
Rating (this chapter): NC-17
Claim: For the dcu_freeforall Challenge (Bruce/Dick)
Prompt: T mission_insane Romance Table; P 9: Chocolate (Writer’s Choice)
Prompt Count: (1/15)
General Summary: Gotham’s newest villain is creamy-smooth.
Summary: Batman and Robin are in the clutches of the Chocolatier…hmm, maybe that isn’t so bad.
Date Of Completion: April 22, 2009
Date Of Posting: May 15, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1069
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Written for silvertales for the Food Fic Prompt Request. Pairing: Bruce/Dick. Prompt: Chocolate. :)
The entire series can be found here.
THE CREAMY CENTER
“Looks like no place to hide our usual equipment,” Robin quipped, trying to ignore his headache. How the hell did the Chocolatier get the drop on them, anyway?
He and Batman were naked except for their masks in a room with smooth steel walls. Batman’s lips quirked and he said, “It appears not.”
“I’ve never seen a room like this before.” Robin touched the cold steel.
“It’s not a room, Robin.”
Robin did, his headache increasing. “Oh.”
The top of the ‘room’ was open. Above it were girders and hanging from them, a huge pot half-tipped.
“Are we in a vat?”
Robin’s stomach did flip-flops. What if that was acid up in that pot, reading to rain down on them?
Nah, that’s more the Joker’s style. This Chocolatier…I doubt she’d use acid. It’s gotta be…
“What?” Batman asked.
“That’s got to be chocolate up there!”
“How astute, Robin.” The disembodied voice floated over the vat. “Lovely, rich, dark chocolate.” Her voice grew amused. “Somewhat like me.”
Robin felt naked in more ways than one. He didn’t like being this vulnerable in a villain’s clutches.
“You boys are quite persistent. Now, Robin sugar, you and your partner are nice bites of white chocolate, I admit, and you’ve got quite the candy ass. And, Batman, that peppermint stick of yours just cries out to be sucked, eh?”
Robin felt a blush creep up his cheeks at the bawdy language, and he could tell that Batman was feeling the same way, an imperceptible shift in his body.
“Time to start creating my confection, gentlemen!”
The pot above tipped all the way, and Robin’s guess had been correct. A thick stream of chocolate oozed out and spilled over them, Robin half-expecting to be drowned in chocolate.
As if reading his mind, the Chocolatier said, “Now, I’ll be good and won’t drown you like the Great Molasses Flood of Boston in 1919, but you boys need to lick that yumminess off each other right now. Go on, darlin’s. See how many licks to get to the creamy center, eh?”
Robin shivered, the chocolate smooth and sensuous on his skin. It certainly was tempting…
“No deal, Chocolatier,” Batman said grimly. “We aren’t going to perform for you like trained seals.”
“Well, here’s the deal, Batman. You either lick off the chocolate from your Pretty Bird there, or I tip that pot all the way. And you’ll have more chocolate than you know what to do with, if you can keep your head above it.”
Batman’s jaw set. Robin felt a shiver run through his limbs and he stepped forward, flicking his tongue out and tasting a sweet nipple.
“Batman, I’d really rather not end up like those giant figures in the Convention Center. I’d much rather taste you.”
“Good boy,” the Chocolatier crooned. “Keep lickin', dear. Prove that the Big, Bad Bat isn’t all hollow inside.”
Robin smirked. This villain had the usual Gotham sense of humor. Was it so bad that he held a sneaking admiration for their foes’ puns and wordplay?
Batman looked beautiful, draped in creamy goodness, artfully dripping down his chest, shoulders, arms, and legs. He hoped he looked half as tantalizing.
He concentrated on licking all the way across Bruce’s chest, the taste exquisite. His mind was working on a way out of here, just as he knew Bruce’s was, but he couldn’t help but enjoy the taste of chocolate flesh.
He really was quite shameless.
“Your boy is doing very well, Batman. How about returnin’ the favor, darlin’?”
Batman gently pushed Robin away, holding his arms, looking at him with eyes hidden behind the white lenses, then bent his head and swirled his tongue over Robin’s nipple.
Electricity shot through Robin. He gasped as Batman’s tongue cut a swath across his chest, up to his neck, nipping and biting, and down to his stomach. He gripped his partner’s shoulders, leaving bruises, and Batman slid to his knees, his hot mouth enclosing his cock and began sucking.
Robin bucked his hips, moaning as the smell of chocolate and lust swirled around him, and just as he came he thought giddily, Did he reach my creamy center? and slumped against the wall.
Batman’s strong hands held him up, and he looked down languidly and saw the older man’s cock erect, and a mischievous grin lit his face. He gently touched the organ, a gasp hissing through Batman’s teeth.
“I think your peppermint stick needs licking,” he said, and slid to his knees in the soft chocolate.
He tasted the silkiness of skin and chocolate, a better combination than even chocolate and peanut butter! Batman moaned softly and his head knocked back against the wall as he twisted his fingers in his lover’s hair.
Robin dug his fingers into Batman’s thighs, working his magic, and when Batman came, it was cool and clean and tasted like…
“…mmm, peppermint,” Robin said as he looked up while on his knees, his tongue licking his lips. His eyes sparkled behind his lenses.
The Chocolatier grinned. The camera feed was clear and her taping machine was working very well. She could make a fortune selling this tape.
She sighed. Pity she had a conscience. Of sorts.
She picked up her cellphone and dialed a number while watching her screen.
“Hello, Pamela? How are you, dear? Good, good. Yes, that plant you gave me is thriving! Listen, darlin’, are you interested in a little party? Sure, just a few friends, as in you, me, and Harley, if she’s available. Oh, and maybe the Cat would be interested? You’re going to see her tonight at the shelter? Fine. Give her my invitation, then. How about my place? Great, Sugar Lips. See you tomorrow night.”
She flipped her phone shut, smiling as Batman licked chocolate off Robin’s shoulder. Once the boys were done, she would leave, and clever boys that they were, they would figure out how to get out of the vat.
Her mind was already busy thinking of what food and drink she would serve tomorrow night, and there would be chocolate for dessert.
Several pieces from the chocolate Wayne Manor, in fact.
All for the viewing of a very special tape.
She smiled as she picked out a bonbon from her special box and settled back to enjoy the show.
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