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He stares up at Burns, at the way he towers over him. Joker can’t ever recall a time when the other man wasn’t imposing, but it’s a different sort of imposing now. Now that Burns is more monster than man, now that Joker can only wonder how much of him remains.
Right now, as he towers over him, it doesn’t seem like there’s much of him left at all.
Vaguely, Joker is aware that this probably isn’t real. It wouldn’t be the first time he had a dream like this, but he seems to have little control of when he wakes up from these dreams. Even when he’s aware that he is dreaming, sometimes, he isn’t able to wake up for quite a while. It varies, how things goes, but tonight, as he tries to jerk himself awake, it quickly becomes clear that this is different.
There is something familiar in the way that he is held down, in the way that he is stripped of his clothing, but those sorts of dreams have been separate from these. It’s different now, the way Burns tears at his clothes, his demeanor as different as his form. This is a nightmare, after all, and the menacing way he is forced into submission ensures that he does not forget that.
Even so, there is another feeling that mingles with his fear, even as he struggles, and finds that he can’t break fear. Not in his dream, and not of his dream, no matter how he tries to jerk himself awake.
Burns wastes no time, and does not give him a chance to adjust, pushing into him without warning, the sudden, sharp pain enough to draw a cry from him, a sound that is not entirely unpleasant. In the nightmare version, he isn't given the luxury of foreplay, of easing himself into this. In more pleasant dreams, in the past, he might have been prepared, or at least allowed to get used to the intrusion, but this is different.
This is not a pleasant dream.
Tonight, he feels as if he has less control than usual. He is helpless, just as he has been countless times before, but, in the past, he hasn't been touched like this, or used like this. It is the nature of a nightmare that he can not control it, or escape it, and that he can not control the reactions of his body. Even in the face of the fear and pain, there is a certain thrill, the same kind that he has felt countless times in the waking world.
He is helpless, completely at the mercy of a man who no longer looks human, who has no humanity left.
That, somehow, makes it all the more exciting, as he feels his cock stirring, his body beginning to respond in a way that would not happen were he not dreaming, would not happen were he not so turned on by the danger, and by the idea that this could be the end of him. It doesn't have to make sense, so long as he isn't awake to face it further.
As it is, he can only whimper, and gasp, and cry out as he is fucked into. His body aches and throbs, the pain growing, and, yet, he grows harder, and he wants more. Even in the face of a nightmare, this is what it's always come down to, the need to be claimed, to be conquered.
Even if i's not the first time that he's dreamed of something like this, it's still different now, the intensity of it, the helplessness of it. The monster is not Burns, but is, at the same time, exactly him. The way that he pins Joker down, the way that he holds him in place and uses him, leaves him gasping, and the way that he thrusts into him, hard and merciless, is nothing like anything that he has done in the dreams of the past. No, he is too much like a monster now, and it is all Joker can do to cling to him.
As he gets close, he can't help wondering if, in a world like this, the monster might decide to tear him apart, leaving him bleeding and torn, and he isn't sure if he would want to be saved from such a fate. If it is a part of this nightmare, then it will have no bearing on the real world, and, yet, as he finally comes, a broken cry falling from his lips, he is finally able to jerk himself awake.
~X~
The next time that he has that same nightmare, it starts to follow that same course, and he can't pretend that he isn't a little bit excited for the moment that Burns overpowers him, the moment that the nightmare begins in earnest. And, then, Burns is over him, his cock posed to enter him, so much bigger in this form. Joker wouldn't actually be able to handle something like that, he is certain, but he's certain that, even if it did tear him apart, even if the pain did drive him mad, it would still feel some twisted kind of good to him.
But even if it were too much, he wouldn't be able to wake up on his own anyway, and he certainly wouldn't be able to break free. He can try to struggle a bit, just to prove how futile it is, and Burns will hold him effortlessly, and push him down, and start to force his way into him, and it will hurt so bad that it feels good, and then...
Then, Joker wakes up, just like that. He has no warning, no lead up, and no time to really process what is happening, only to wake up with a gasp, trembling and panting, his cock painfully hard, his hips bucking forward into nothing. It's all he can do not to sob, and, once he's calmed down, it's all he can do to keep from crying in frustration. He can't just go back into the dream, so his only choice is to find some sort of release in the waking world, all on his own.
~X~
The next time he has the nightmare, he is outright hoping for it to take that same turn again, and there is no denying his excitement, when Burns begins to restrain him, and tear his clothes from his body.
Even before he is able to pin him down, Joker feels overwhelmed by his excitement, by the rush he gets from being so helpless. When Burns is on top of him, he is completely powerless, and he is already tearing away the last scraps of clothing, so that Joker is left bare and exposed beneath him. He is completely at Burns' mercy, and Burns does not have any mercy to speak of.
He doesn't even have the patience to prepare Joker for what's coming, or to tease him in the slightest. He just pushes straight into him, making Joker scream out in a combination of pain and pleasure, a sound that is music to his ears, and one that the nightmare Burns seems to relish as well.
"Is that how you like it?" he asks, his voice a low rumble, and Joker can only moan in response. He can't deny that, even if it hurts, the pain is part of what makes this so perfect. This is the first time that he has asked him outright, that he has said anything about it at all, and, somehow, hearing him speak like that is only more arousing.
The way he pounds into him, rough and merciless, and the way he grabs at him, holding him down and making it so that there is nothing that Joker can do but accept him, is everything he could want and more, and Joker is certain that he could never get enough of this, and that it would be impossible for him to want anything else ever again. He is eager to let himself break for it this time, having accepted by now that, since there is no way to control these dreams and no consequences when he wakes up, then there is no reason to fight it in the moment. And it's better than the alternative, than what happens when he wakes up too soon and has to handle it himself.
At least this way, he can enjoy every moment of it, and he can savor the sensations, even if they are fleeting, even if the dream is short. He doesn't know how to explain how badly he has come to need something that he knows he should want to resist, but he doesn't need to.
"Is that how you like to get fucked?" the Burns of his nightmares asks him, and the only response that Joker can give is to moan, louder, as the dream Burns thrusts into him harder. There is no telling when he will be torn from this moment, but, until then, he can revel in it. He can give in completely, letting the other man have his way with him.
Joker has no idea when the dream began to change, or if this is just another side effect of his dream, if it was always in his mind, and he has just been able to tap into it. At the moment, the nightmare Burns seems more human, even as his form remains the same, and his movements are just as rough. He is just as merciless as before, but, somehow, it's different.
When Joker feels like he is nearing the edge, Burns growls, his voice low and deep, and says, "You belong to me. Do you understand? You belong to me, and I am not going to let you go."
This is what he has always wanted to hear, and it doesn't seem to matter what form Burns takes on, or even if he is Burns at all. All that matters is that the words come from his mouth, that they are meant for Joker, and that he has finally acknowledged this. It is what pushes him over the edge, and his orgasm is enough to wake him up. His hips buck, and his breath comes in sharp gasps, as his hand darts downward, gripping his cock and beginning to stroke. His heart pounds as he jerks off, and, when his climax hits him, he is still reeling from his dream, from what Burns had said, and from how he has felt since this began.
There is no doubt in his mind, though. There will never be any way to escape his feelings, those same feelings that have always driven him mad in private, and always reminded him of how weak and powerless he can be. And now, with these new developments, he is more helpless than ever, and he knows that there is no fighting it, no matter what he does. It is just something that he will have to accept, and there is no reason for him to fight that, no reason for him to try and resist. It will always have a hold on him, and he is better off just giving in.