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Feigned: Dale Stuckey x Jeremiah Valeska

⚠Smut Inbound! Not My Fault If Your Proceed!

Dale Stuckey, A CSU Technician, Paused In His Meticulous Cataloging Once He Heard The Metal Door To The Workroom Open And Slam Shut. He Looked Around, Trying To Find Whoever Entered. He Began To Grow Anxious When He Couldn't Spot Anybody.

"H-Hello Is Someone There?" Dale Asked Nervously.

The Sound Of Soft Footsteps Could Be Heard Approaching The Technician From Behind. Dale Froze And Straightened Himself Up. How Could Anyone Mistake That Presence? He Swallowed Thickly Once He Turned Around To Face The One And Only Jeremiah Valeska, Gotham's Most Feared Villain.

"Hey Jeremiah! F-Fancy Seeing You Here."

Jeremiah's Pale Features Came Into View As He Slowly Approached Dale. His Gloved Hands Were Placed Behind His Back, His Green-Dyed Hair Shining Underneath The UV Light. Jeremiah Gave Dale A Small Smile That Was Filled With A Smug Energy. Dale Found This A Little Unnerving.

"Greetings My Dear, How Goes Your Work Today Hm?" Jeremiah Asked Simply.

Dale Scratched The Back Of His Neck And Shrugged "Its…It's Going Alright I Suppose."

The CSU Technician Glanced At The Green-Haired Man Wearily. Jeremiah Shouldn't Be Here Goddamnit, It Was Risky! If Anybody Were To Come In Right Now They'd Spot Him And Alert The GCPD. Sure Jeremiah Was A Crafty Little Fox But Still, Dale Was Worried That One Of These Days Jeremiah Wouldn't Be Crafty Enough.

But The Man Was Here Now, And Dale's Heart Rate Spiked As The Tension Between Them Became Thicker Than The Silence. They'd Been Engaging In This Dangerous Game Of Cat And Mouse For Months Now, Each Encounter Leading Them Deeper Down The Rabbit Hole Of Desire. The Thrill Of The Forbidden Was Intoxicating To Both Of Them.

"S-So What Brings You By Jeremiah?"

Dale's Voice Quivered Slightly, Trying To Keep His Composure In The Presence Of The Infamous Villain. Jeremiah's Pale Green Eyes Gleamed With Mischief As He Stepped Closer, The Smell Of His Silk Suit And Faint Cologne Wafting Over To Dale. The Room Felt Smaller With Every Step He Took And It Made Dale Cower. Once He Was Close Enough, Jeremiah Abruptly Grabbed Dale's Chin And Pulled Him In Close.

"Just Came To Check On My Favorite Toy, Dale." Jeremiah Whispered, His Breath Hot Against Dale's Cheek. Jeremiah Snickered Before Sticking Out His Tongue And Slowly Gliding It Up The Side Of Dale's Face.

The CSU Technician Cringed "Gross!"

Jeremiah Laughed "Oh, You're No Fun Dale."

He Released Dale's Chin And Walked Around The Work Table, Looking At The Various Evidence Bags And Tools Spread Out. Dale's Heart Pounded In His Chest Like A Trapped Bird. He Couldn't Help But Watch The Joker's Every Movement. The Villain's Presence Was Unsettling And Exciting In Equal Measure.

"What Have You Been Playing With Today, Dale?" Jeremiah Asked, His Voice Carrying A Playful Edge As He Picked Up A Bag Of Bullet Casings.

Dale Tensed "Careful With That!" He Quickly Walked Over And Grabbed The Bag From Jeremiah's Gloved Hands. "I Can't Risking You Getting Caught In Here, Gloves On Or Not!"

Jeremiah Looked Amused By Dale's Reaction, His Ruby Red Lips Curling Into A Grin "Always So Serious Aren't You?"

Dale Huffed. He Turned His Back To Jeremiah And Walked Over To Some Sort Of Filing Cabinet. He Pulled Open One Of The Metal Drawers And Carefully Sat The Back Inside.

"You Shouldn't Be Here Jeremiah. What If Someone Sees You?" Dale's Eyes Darted Towards The Door, His Hands Shaking Slightly.

Jeremiah Simply Shrugged "Where's The Fun In That?" He Moved Closer Behind Dale, His Breath Playing With The Technician's Ear. "Besides, I Wanted To Give You A Little Surprise."

Dale Balled His Fists At His Sides And Froze Once More. Jeremiah's Hands Slowly Slipped Around His Waist And Pulled Him Forward, Forcing Dale's Butt To Press Up Against Jeremiah's Crotch. The Technician Gulped.

"I-Is This Necessary?" Dale's Voice Was Hoarse With A Mix Of Fear And Desire. He Could Feel The Bulge Growing Against His Ass And He Hated How Much It Excited Him. He Reached Out And Grabbed The Metal Cabinet, An Attempt To Keep Himself Grounded.

Jeremiah Chuckled In His Ear "Necessary? No, But It's Definitely Fun." His Hands Wandered Down To Dale's Belt, Unbuckling It With A Practiced Ease. Dale's Breath Hitched As He Felt The Joker's Fingers On The Button Of His Pants, The Anticipation Building Like A Ticking Time Bomb Inside His Chest.

"J-Jeremiah What Are You-"

Dale's Protest Was Cut Short As Jeremiah's Hand Slipped Into His Pants, The Coolness Of The Glove A Stark Contrast To The Warmth Of His Skin. His Breathing Grew Erratic As Jeremiah's Fingers Wrapped Around His Already Hardening Cock, Stroking It Gently, Teasingly, Through The Fabric Of His Boxers.

"Oh G-God…" Dale Whimpered, His Eyes Closing As He Leaned Back Into The Embrace, Unwillingly Giving In To The Sensation. Jeremiah's Grip On His Waist Tightened As He Kissed The Side Of Dale's Neck, His Lips Wet And Insistent.

Dale's Head Fell Back To Rest On Jeremiah's Shoulder, His Mind A Whirlwind Of Panic And Pleasure. He Knew He Should Be Pushing Him Away, Screaming For Help Even, But Instead He Found Himself Arching His Back To Give The Villain Better Access, Silently Begging For More. Jeremiah's Fingers Expertly Explored Dale's Cock Through The Thin Layer Of Fabric, His Touch Confident And Purposeful. Dale's Legs Became Weak And He Almost Stumbled Forward, If Not For Jeremiah's Strong Arms Holding Him Up.

"You Like That Stucky?" Jeremiah's Voice Was A Soft Purr In His Ear, His Breath Hot And Heavy.

Dale Moaned And Nodded Silently, His Mind Clouded With Desire. He Could Feel The Joker's Grin Spread Against His Neck As He Continued To Manipulate Dale's Body, His Fingers Now Beneath The Elastic Waistband Of His Boxers.

"Good Boy," Jeremiah Cooed, His Hands Working Dale's Cock With A Newfound Fervor. Dale's Eyes Rolled Back As The Pleasure Built Up, His Body Betraying His Mind's Pleas For Reason. He Wanted To Tell Him To Stop, But The Words Died On His Lips As The Feeling Of The Joker's Touch Overwhelmed Him.

"J-Jeremiah…" Dale's Voice Was A Plea For Mercy, But It Only Spurred The Madman On. Jeremiah's Laugh Was Soft And Evil, His Lips Brushing Against Dale's Ear As He Spoke.

"What Is It, Dale? Tell Me What You Want."

Jeremiah's Fingers Stopped Their Movements, Leaving Dale Hanging On The Edge Of Pleasure. The Technician's Body Trembled With Need, His Mind A Whirl Of Conflicting Emotions.

"Tell Me, Dale," Jeremiah Pressed, His Voice A Dangerous Whisper. "What Do You Want Me To Do To You?"

Dale's Mind Raced As He Struggled With The Conflicting Emotions. Fear, Desire, Panic. Yet His Body Ached For More Of The Madman's Touch. He Whispered Hoarsely "I-I Want You To Keep Going."

Jeremiah Chuckled Darkly "You're Such A Good Boy." His Fingers Resumed Their Exploration, Now Slipping Beneath Dale's Cock To Tease His Balls. The Technician's Legs Almost Gave Out. He Braced Himself Against The Cabinet, His Knuckles Turning White With The Force Of His Grip.

"I-I Can't Believe This Is Happening," Dale Gasped, His Entire Body On Fire With Lust.

Jeremiah's Laughter Was Like The Tinkling Of Broken Glass, "Oh But It Is, Stucky. And It's Going To Get So Much Better."

With A Sudden Twist, Jeremiah Spun Dale Around To Face Him. Dale's Eyes Widened As He Stared Into The Madman's Gaze, Lost In The Swirling Chaos Of The Joker's Eyes. Before Dale Could React, Jeremiah Leaned In And Crashed Their Lips Together, His Grip On Dale's Waist Unrelenting. The Kiss Was Feral, Filled With A Hunger That Shocked Dale To His Core. Dale's Hands Fumbled, Finally Landing On Jeremiah's Chest To Push Him Away, But The Strength Behind The Joker's Embrace Only Pushed Him Deeper Into The Kiss.

Dale's Sensitive Nipples Brushed Against The Fabric Of Jeremiah's Jacket, Sending Sparks Through His Body. Jeremiah's Other Hand Left Dale's Waist To Tug At The Hem Of His Shirt, His Fingernails Digging In Just Enough To Sting. The Cool Air Of The Room Brushed Against Dale's Skin As His Sweater Vest Rode Up, Exposing His Stomach. The Joker's Tongue Darted Out, Licking A Slow, Wet Line From Dale's Adam's Apple To His Collarbone. Jeremiah's Lips Against His Neck, The Hand On His Cock, It Was All Too Much…

The Room Spun As Dale's Hands Went To Jeremiah's Head, Threading Through The Soft, Green Strands. He Couldn't Help But Moan Into The Kiss, His Body Responding To The Villain's Affections With A Desperation He'd Never Known Before. He'd Always Thought Of Jeremiah As A Monster, But Now, Here, In This Moment, He Was A God, And Dale Was Willing To Worship At His Altar Of Chaos.

Jeremiah's Fingers Continued To Work Dale's Cock, Squeezing And Releasing In A Maddening Rhythm. Dale's Eyes Squeezed Shut As He Felt His Orgasm Building. He Wanted To Hold It Back, To Make This Moment Last Forever, But The Pleasure Was Too Much To Handle. He Whined And Jeremiah's Grip Tightened, Urging Him On.

"Jeremiah Please I-I'm Gonna Cum~"

Dale's Plea Was Muffled Against The Joker's Mouth As His Body Writhed With Pleasure. He Could Feel The Tension Coiling In His Stomach, Desperately Seeking Release. Jeremiah's Fingers Picked Up Their Pace, His Thumb Flicking Dale's Sensitive Head With Each Stroke. The Joker's Grin Widened As He Sucked On Dale's Lower Lip, Nipping Playfully.

"Mnn-Nhh Faster, Please Stroke Faster~"

Dale's Pleas Fell Against Jeremiah's Lips As He All But Melted In The Madman's Embrace. The Feeling Of Being So Completely Controlled Was Intoxicating, And Dale Found himself Giving In More Than He Ever Thought Possible. Jeremiah's Fingers Complied With The Plea, Moving Faster And More Assertively, Dale's Whimpers Escalating Into Moans.

The Room Felt Hotter With Each Pass Of The Joker's Hand, The Tension Between Them Building To A Frenzy. Dale's Hips Bucked In Time With The Strokes, His Body Desperately Seeking The Release That Was Fast Approaching. The Scent Of Arousal Filled The Air, A Heady Mix Of Desire And Fear. Jeremiah's Breaths Were Hot And Heavy Against Dale's Neck, His Teeth Nipping At His Skin Just Enough To Leave A Mark.

"Cum For Me, Dale," Jeremiah Ordered, His Voice A Low Growl. "I Want To Hear You Scream."

Dale's Body Trembled With Pleasure, His Legs Threatening To Give Out. The Sensation Was Building, The Pressure Unbearable, And Then, With A Strangled Cry, He Came, Spilling His Release Into The Evil Clown's Gloved Hand. Jeremiah's Grin Only Widened As He Watched Dale's Expression Of Pleasure And Relief. The Moment Of Climax Passed And Dale's Mind Snapped Back To Reality. He Looked Down At The Mess In Jeremiah's Glove With A Mix Of Shame And Desire. He Didn't Want This To End, But He Knew It Had To.

"I-I'm Sorry," Dale Stammered, Trying to push away from Jeremiah's Embrace. But The Joker Only Held On Tighter, His Grip On Dale's Cock Not Lessening.

"Don't Be, Stucky," Jeremiah's Voice Was Soft, Almost Gentle, A Sharp Contrast To The Chaos Of The Moment Before. He Kissed Dale's Cheek Before Raising His Fluid-Covered Hand Up To His Lips. Dale Felt His Heart Stop As He Watched Jeremiah's Tongue Lap Up His Cum. "You're Delicious."

Dale's Eyes Widened In Horror, But Jeremiah's Grin Only Grew Larger. He Brought His Hand Back Down, The Glove Now A Sticky Mess. Dale Felt The Heat Rise In His Cheeks As Jeremiah Wiped A Finger Across Dale's Lips.

"Taste Yourself." He Murmured.

Dale Screwed His Eyes Shut And Shook His Head. An Audible Hum Of Defiance Emitted From The Back Of His Throat. He Wouldn't Dare Open His Mouth!

"Oh, Come Now Dale," Jeremiah Taunted. He Pressed The Sticky Finger Against Dale's Lips, "Don't Tell Me You're Not Curious."

Dale's Body Felt Like A Live Wire, His Mind Screaming In Both Protest And Arousal. He Clamped His Mouth Shut, Refusing To Give In To The Joker's Sick Game.

"You're So Amusing Dale," Jeremiah Chuckled, His Voice A Dark Melody. "But If You Won't Taste It, Then I Guess I'll Have To Make You."

Dale's Eyes Widened. "W-Wait Jeremiah Don't-Mph!"

Jeremiah's Finger Slipped Into Dale's Mouth, Coating His Tongue With The Salty Taste Of His Own Release. The Technician's Eyes Widened With Shock And Horror, But Jeremiah's Grip On His Waist Only Tightened.

"Swallow." The Joker Ordered, A Dark Amusement Flickering In His Gaze. Dale's Throat Worked Around The Finger, His Mind Screaming For Him To Bite Down. But He Didn't. He Couldn't. Instead, He Reluctantly Complied, Swallowing The Evidence Of His Shame.

The Second The Finger Left His Mouth, Dale Pushed Jeremiah Away. He Staggered Back, Panting Heavily, His Face Flushed With Embarrassment And Desire. He Couldn't Believe What He'd Just Allowed To Happen. But Jeremiah Just Laughed, The Sound Like Shattering Glass.

"I-I Can't Do This," Dale Whispered, His Hands Shaking As He Fumbled To Fix His Pants. Jeremiah's Eyes Followed His Every Movement, A Look Of Amusement On His Face.

"Why Not?" Jeremiah Asked, His Voice Innocent, But The Edge Of Malice Clear In His Tone.

Dale Stared At The Joker, His Chest Heaving With Shallow Breaths. He Couldn't Put Into Words The Whirlwind Of Emotions He Was Feeling. He Wanted To Hate Jeremiah For What He'd Just Done, But His Body Craved More. "B-Because It's Wrong," He Stammered, Trying To Convince Himself More Than Anything.

Jeremiah Snickered Darkly "And This Is All Coming From The Person Who Wanted It, Who Begged For It. And What Did You Say To Me Huh?" Jeremiah Stalked Closer To Dale And Grabbed His Chin Once More. Dale Watched As Jeremiah Put On A Feigned Expression Of Pleasure. "Faster Jeremiah, Stroke Me Faster!" The Green-Haired Man Mocked. Dale's Body Warmed From Nothing But Pure Embarrassment.

"Let Go!" Dale Snapped, Trying To Shove Jeremiah Away. God, How He Hated Being Made Fun Of!

Jeremiah's Grip On His Chin Tightened, "Oh Dale, Why So Shy Now?" He Leered. "You Seemed To Be Quite Enthusiastic A Moment Ago."

Dale's Anger Flared, And He Pushed Jeremiah Back With More Strength Than He Thought He Had. "I'm Not Some Toy!"

Jeremiah's Chuckle Echoed In The Small Workroom, Unfazed By Dale's Outburst. "Oh, But You Are, Dale. You're The Best Toy I've Ever Played With." He Stepped Back, Giving Dale Some Space. The Tension Between Them Was Palpable, Like A Live Wire Stretching Taut.

Dale's Fists Clenched, The Need For Distance Overwhelming Him. "Get Out, Jeremiah." He Spat Through Gritted Teeth, Trying To Reclaim Some Semblance Of Control.

Jeremiah Tilted His Head To The Side, A Curious Smile Playing On His Lips. He Stepped Back, Slowly Removing His Gloved Hand From Dale's Chin. "As You Wish, My Dear."

Dale's Heart Hammered In His Chest As He Watched Jeremiah Turn And Walk Towards The Door, Each Step A Deliberate Taunt. He Felt Both Relief And An Intense Sense Of Loss.

"But You'll Be Back, Won't You?" Dale's Voice Cracked With A Mix Of Plea And Challenge.

Jeremiah Stopped In His Tracks, His Head Snapping Back To Look At Dale With Surprise. The Technician's Eyes Were Narrowed, A New Determination Etched In His Features. Jeremiah's Smile Grew Wider As He Turned To Face Dale Fully.

"Oh, Stucky," He Crooned. "You've Got Some Fight In You After All."

#Daemiah

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