Life is a party. He makes sure it is. Nights are spent with the walls thrumming with the pulse of music, a heartbeat in the night keeping them all alive. If the music is the heartbeat and the club is the body, then he is the soul. They all writhe together, feeling the pulse, living through the night feeling more alive then they ever do through the daylight hours. It's intense, natural and he cannot stop himself from loving every single second of it all. It's intense, and God he's never felt more alive.
A tongue enters his mouth, he doesn't know if it belongs to an employee, a customer or even what gender or sex the tongue is. He finds he doesn't care either. On nights like this he can just exist without any worries, nothing but the alcohol and the music carrying him as he escapes any problems he's had, any family issues that have arisen (sometimes from the dead), and any niggling little thoughts that are worming their way through his mind. It's all gone in these moments and he hopes they just continue to last.
Swag knew how to have fun. Not the boring kind of 'let's play monopoly and cheat' kind of fun, but the real belly laugh, curled on the floor crying with tears streaming down your face because it was so funny kind of fun. The kind that more of the world needed to enjoy. The kind he was slowly teaching Puzzles to let himself enjoy without feeling embarrassed.
Surprisingly enough they work well together as a team, their genius minds working together to come up with the best ideas they can and leaving everything in place for the results. It takes until the next morning and they're awoken by the slamming of the club door, someone storming in, cursing and spitting something fierce that Swag swears would make a sailor blush. Sitting up besides Puzzles in their shared bed (nothing like that, was just nice to have someone there you know?) he grins to the door ready to act like the innocent lil angel that he was.
Of course it's very difficult to do such a thing when you burst into hysterics at the colour of your victims' hair. They're all standing in the doorway, a mass of bright colours, angry faces and so many dirty words that the air was damn near turning blue. Besides him Swag can feel Puzzles trembling, trying desperately to smother his giggles, shoulder shaking, biting his lip until a howl of laughter erupts from him. That only spurs him on and soon enough he's flat on his back, constantly checking on the badly dyed hair colours of their Riddler family Rainbow as Puzzles falls off the side of the bed with a thump and a giggle.
Swag had been one of the first Riddlers accepted into the gang. He’d been saved by Mom in his early teens, brought to safety and snatched away from a life that was already spiralling out of control into dangerous territory. Mom had helped him grow, gotten him to blossom into a fine young man with a smart head on his shoulders and the ability to look after himself. Everything had been set into place for him to live a wonderful life of success. The only problem was that he’d decided he wanted to do it away from the gang.
Stepping out on his own had been a hard choice but he wasn’t a kid anymore and Mom just wouldn’t loosen up and let him have some freedom of his own. They’d fought of course, shouting and screaming at each other so loudly that it echoed around the tunnels afterwards. The club had been his own investment when he’d left without saying goodbye, just storming off and leaving everything he’d had behind. It was a fresh start and if his family weren’t going to be supportive then he didn’t need them in his life.
It had been a blast at first. Nights full of music, girls, guys, drinks, money and just being the man in control of his own life. It had just been one constant party that he’d been the star of. Then he’d started going downhill, drinking too much, partying all night and sleeping all day, fucking anyone who offered and losing his health. The club had ground to a halt when he’d spent his money on jewellery, drinks and more fun than paying his employees. The club had died financially and left him well and truly fucked.
The days and nights all blurred into one, he’d drowned his sorrows in more and more drink, moping about an empty club with a whiskey bottle and deep bags beneath his eyes. It had been terrible, the best months of his life had become the worst and he didn’t know how to ask for help to save himself. Slumped over his own bar with an almost empty bottle in one hand and his fingers of his other hand tangled in his hair as he looks for answers. There are none in the drink, none in the bar and none in his stupid fucked up head.
“Why didn’t you call?”
Turning on his stool he almost falls to the floor when he finds Mom standing behind him, a smile on his face that’s not condescending, but just warm and full of love as always. In that moment every barrier he’d been putting up inside of himself collapsed, leaving him in tears pressed against Mom’s chest and sobbing for forgiveness. He’d been too scared of being the fuck up his father had always told him he was, worried about hearing ‘I told you so’ and not taken back into the family. There was no way he could have handled that rejection in the state he had been in for the last few months and the thought of seeing Mom look disappointed had been too awful to think of. “I didn’t want to be your fuck up.”
“You’re not a fuck up, you’ll never be a problem to me. You’re my son and it’s a mother’s job to look out for their children and help them with any problems.” Mom kisses his forehead, holding him close before dabbing beneath his eyes with an embroidered handkerchief gently. A hand trails down Swag’s bare chest to tug on the waistband of his pants, stroking of the tip of the tattoo that peeks out against his pale skin. “This makes you one of us forever, I’d never sit back and let you get yourself into too much trouble. Now come on, let’s go home shall we?”
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Puzzles thought that being in that warehouse closet was the worst time of his life. He was wrong. This was even worse.
The week spent in that hole, starving, dehydrated, beaten, abused both verbally and physically until he was nothing more than a broken mess had been so difficult to get through. Each day he’d begged for help, pleaded to whatever God would listen for his family to come and save him, to ride in like heroes and take him home. He’d wanted Arkham, he’d wanted Mom, he’d wanted all of his brothers to be there with him to keep him warm through the freezing nights. Every beat down had been more and more humiliating, blood smeared his vision, teeth rattled in his mouth and he vomited everything he’d managed to keep down back up since he had been in so much pain.
It had taken time but he had been saved, the bad guys had been defeated, he’d been taken back home to his family and anticipated everything being perfect and back to normal. But it wasn’t. It was as if someone had taken his warm, safe home from before and replaced it with a parallel universe that smelt the same, looked the same and contained the same people but felt completely different.
He knew it was home and it was completely as he’d left it, but it was just all wrong. Sleeping was a struggle nowadays, even though he was fully aware that their HQ was locked down, the train car doors were sealed tightly and no one could get to him, he was paranoid. Nightmares wracked his mind, shadows held nothing but enemies and new injuries waiting to be dealt out. He flinches at every noise, whenever a rat scurries past he thinks it’s an attack and flinches in response.
Puzzles hates it. Every time one of his brothers tries to get close to him, he recoils in fear, all ready to plead for mercy and curl up defensively. He curls up tighter in his bunk, tugging the duvet closer as worries plague his mind and he can’t block them out. Covering his ears from the sounds of snoring and a family he can no longer connect with, he tries to focus on something else, something that will help him sleep.
It’s no good of course, all he ends up doing is picking at his stitches, tugging on bandages and pressing on bruises for a spike of pain that will distract him from dark thoughts. He’s still healing and he knows it’s not a sprint it’s a marathon, these things take time and Mom keeps telling him to be patient but he just wants everything to be back to the way it had been. This was the first place he’d ever felt at home in and he did not want to have that all taken away by a stupid rival gang.
Sighing he stands up, wrapped in his quilt as he shuffles down the train car, stepping over a snoring Sleuth, weaving around Bambi and Nash before sliding through to the next car, the one Arkham and Mom called home. The older Riddlers are both fast asleep on either side of their car and Puzzles settles himself on the floor between them, giving himself two living barriers between himself and the outside world that terrified him so much.
Being in here is safer, it means he’s calmer and the thoughts that keep plaguing him settle back as he’s surrounded by the scents of the two strongest people he knows. Burying himself in his quilt he leans back on Arkham’s bunk, sliding down enough to let his feet touch Mom’s bunk so he can feel grounded. He’s safe here, he’s with family and no one will ever get to him again. The stitches pull on his cheek, but it doesn’t bring any memories back with it fortunately. When Arkham’s arm reaches out in his sleep and unconsciously touches his side, Puzzles finally feels safe enough to close his eyes and find some much needed rest.
“I thought you were meant to be a refined gentleman. I assumed we’d be having dates in swanky restaurants, going to the opera, maybe some ballroom dancing to end the evening. I didn’t think this would be to your tastes.” Yj gestures to the outside of Swag’s club with a pout on his lips and a huff to his voice, the electric green glow of the lights reflecting in his glasses as Bruce slings an arm around his date’s shoulders with a grin.
“Hey! You dissing my club bro?” And as usual Swag is suddenly there, smirk on his lips and a sway to his hips as he accosts Yj, poking at his chest teasingly. “Ain’t no finer place for a date than here in the whole of Gotham, you know that. Besides, I know a guy who can get you in for free.” Yj can’t help but chuckle as Swag leans in, voice lowered as if he’s telling a great secret and being his usual theatrical self. “That’s me by the way baby.”
“I just wanted to take you clubbing, besides there was a little bet between the two of us as to whether you would actually come.” Bruce admits, kissing at his cheek in apology as they make their way through the back of the club, both he and Swag steering Yj easily. “But you’re not exactly dressed for the occasion.”
Yj finds himself struggling to get free as he realises where this is going. “Aw yeah baby. I got some swish threads for my baby bro to wear tonight, going to make you look so fly baby.” Swag hollers out over the crowd of drunken dancers, laughing as they all yell in joy through the music. Yj tries to dig in his heels, grab at the doorways or anyone else who would help save him from this plight.
The smuttiest Riddler orgy. I want details, maximum touching and new Riddlers. –beachballotaku
Don't think this really needs much of an explanation. Do you really need a warning that there's smut under the cut? Filthy dirty, multiple pairings, multiple acts kind of smut.
When together like this they are allowed to give in to their base, animalistic and disgustingly human desires.
Puzzles can’t help but want to stay near Arkham, he finds it’s less repulsive to be pressed against his side than it is to be up against the others. Unfortunately, the others have the same idea and though they don’t speak of it, they’re having a mini competition between the lot of them to get more of his touches. Puzzles shifts closer, pressing up against Arkham’s back and pressing open mouthed kisses over his shoulder. It’s hot, sickly sweaty but he can handle it, especially when there’s the promise of more.
He hums in delight as he allows his fingers to trail over Arkham’s hips, dip down into the groove created by muscles and coast along the outskirts of the light dusting of hair he finds. Arkham seems appreciative and removes one hand from stroking Nash’s back to come around to run down Puzzles’ thigh.
Nash peeks up at Arkham’s distraction, stopping their kiss from where he is in Arkham’s lap and smiling to Puzzle’s over the older man’s shoulder. Puzzles can see the interest in his eyes, hooded by young lust and want as he enjoys the sensations they’re giving to him. It’s one of the few times he’s seen the younger riddler’s body without bruises, without signs of hate all over it as they all press together. Nash smiles and against the darkness of the room it seems brighter to him, fuller, more real. Their mouths meet over Arkham’s shoulder, kisses full and honest, meaning more to them than just lust.
Sighing through it he shifts closer, pressing his naked body against Arkham’s back and moving his free hand up to cup at Nash’s cheek. They kiss for a while, tongues dancing together as Puzzles’ takes the lead, not controlling but just steering the younger boy in the right direction. It’s intense and despite the movement behind himself, Puzzles doesn’t want to pull away.
As they finish their kiss, fingers come to play over his ribs, making him glance over his shoulder to see Swag grinning to him from ear to ear. It seems no matter how naked they all get, Swag always seems to need to wear that stupid medallion and his earrings. The metal is cold against his skin as they are pressed together. “What do you want?” He growls, irritated that his time with Nash has been cut into, giving the other boy time to go back to Arkham’s lips and kiss him innocently as ever.
Swag has been aggravating him as of late, even more so than usual. Their typical taunting and teasing has become slightly more venomous and there’s a lingering sense of unease whenever he speaks to the other man. The real shame of it was that Swag never seemed to feel the same, he seemed to enjoy their tousles and didn’t mind Puzzles’ constant need to win. It was never easy but sometimes Puzzles wondered if the other version of himself let him win, just to keep him happy. The fingers stroke up and down his ribs, not quite ticklish but not firm enough to be anything more, he doesn’t stop scowling as Swag smiles to him and presses his erection against his lower back. “Same thing we all want tonight. To relax.”
Before he can protest, or start a fight, Swag’s lips have latched onto the back of his neck, devilish tongue swirling in patterns and teeth nipping in a way that gives him goose bumps. Puzzles can’t help but shiver, a tiny moan working its way free of his lips, puffing out and dispersing onto the flushed skin of Arkham’s shoulder. It feels wonderful, even if it is the foul mouth of Swag latched onto his body. He allows it and instead tries to focus on winning back Arkham’s interest.
Turning back to the scene over Arkham’s shoulder he pauses when he finds more than just Nash there. The youngest is still seated in Arkham’s lap, but instead of being focussed on kissing, he’s instead turned towards the other show that’s happening. Narci and Yj are kissing but it’s not the kind of nice gentle kisses that are happening on the back of his neck or the kind he’s been experiencing with Nash, these are harsh kisses. Arkham chuckles in front of him and he watches as the two riddlers seem to fight rather than kiss.
It’s almost vicious and he can see that despite his more peaceful nature, Yj is giving all he’s got to it. Narci bites, teeth raking down Yj’s lips and latching on, causing his sparring partner to whimper a little in surprise. Gasps echo between them, fingers clutch in hair, tug and pull hard and try to steer the other into submitting but it’s an even match for a while. Swag’s grin becomes obvious against the back of his neck as Puzzles watches, trying to see who to bet on as the victor. Arkham’s chuckles become even more pronounced when there’s blood and soon enough Yj pulls back, fingers raised to his bleeding lip as Narci grins in victory.
Soon enough it becomes clear what they were fighting over, as Narci claims a spot besides Arkham but with easy access to Nash as well. He celebrates his success by leaning in to kiss the youngest of them, his tongue still stained a little with blood as they let their lips meet. Puzzles can only smirk as Yj looks defeated, sitting to the side, unsure and lonely as they continue kissing and touching in their pile. Of course it’s not long until swag takes his chance, abandoning Puzzles’ neck and going over to kiss and cheer up Yj from his quiet slump. Not that he cares, but Puzzles sees the smile on Yj’s lips and the way he moves more comfortably now that he’s with someone he knows and trusts.
Shifting back to his own motives now that Swag has left him to it, Puzzles lets his fingers move to Arkham’s hips, stroking over them as he latches back onto his neck. Each kiss is wonderful, letting him taste the saltiness of their sweat combined on his skin and he can hear the moans from Nash in Arkham’s lap as he’s kissed by Narci. It’s all coming together and soon enough he’s lost in the movement.
They’re clever men that all focus on the details, but when they’re like this it’s sometimes hard to keep up.
Sheets are cold against his back as he’s pushed down and suddenly Nash is on top of him, squirming his smaller body into his lap and giggling as he leans down to give him more kisses. Narci’s body is beside his own, hot flesh pressed against his side as Arkham moves between his legs. It’s so much easier not to think like this, with Narci’s legs being spread beside him so his thighs rest on top of his own, with Nash wriggling down his body in such a way that soon enough there’s warm breath ghosting over his hard cock, with the noises from beside him of Yj gasping as Swag slides down onto him and starts riding. It’s insane. It’s wrong It’s perfect.
He groans as Nash’s mouth moves onto his cock, his innocent tongue lapping at the head and making Puzzles want to buck up further. Letting his head roll back against the sheets he can only pant in pleasure as somehow the youngest one amongst them reduces him to a quivering mess. He can see Swag and Yj upside down, they’re moving together perfectly, Swag’s body writhing wildly, Yj moaning loudly and God he’s ashamed to say it looks delicious.
Besides him Narci makes noises that he’d only heard in porn films, stretching out languidly as Arkham fucks him hard. He can tell it’s hard due to the wince in the corner of his mouth, the way he bites his lip and moans so languidly as he’d jolted back and forth on the sheets. Glancing down Puzzles can see Arkham’s face, the way he’s grinning as he fucks him so brutally, glasses slipped down to the end of his nose and steamed up from his exertions. Puzzles gasps as Nash works harder, takes him a bit deeper and somehow still manages to giggle around him cock.
It causes him to end up whining, the pleasure is very intense, more than he’s had in a long time and he’s ashamed to say that he doesn’t feel like he’s going to last long at all. Nash works him well, a small hand coming up to stroke at his shaft as he sucks on the head, dainty tongue working at the right spots and making him shudder. Puzzles feels his body tense, panting loudly he glances down to the younger man’s head, threading his fingers in his hair and gasping out a warning before he finally comes.
The orgasm rocks through him, causing him to mewl pathetically and gasp as Nash swallows around his sensitive cock. He pants for a moment against the sheets, the world fuzzy to his eyes and static to his ears as everyone continues to move around him as if his mind hasn’t just been blown. Of course it fades soon enough and Nash wriggles back up to his lap for attention a grin on his face as he licks his lips. “My turn?”
He nods, sliding still trembling fingers to Nash’s hips, tugging him nearer, ignoring Narci’s warm, damp breath on the side of his neck and sitting up enough to be of service. “Yeah, your turn.” Nash smiles, his hips rocking forward easily into Puzzles’ grip, his youthful body almost bouncing in excitement as he eagerly watches over the other riddlers.
Puzzles joins him in watching as he strokes the younger riddler’s cock, his fingers slipping on precum as they tug and stroke him towards completion. In his post orgasm haze it’s all very strange but still overwhelming to watch them all.
Arkham is like a man possessed, ploughing into Narci hard and fast, grunting loudly like an animal. Puzzles watches as he grits his teeth, growling, snarling and biting down hard on Narci’s shoulder as he comes hard inside of him. Narci wails in appreciation, his own hand fisting his cock furiously until he himself is coming, covering his fingers and stomach in copious amounts of cum. They slump together besides Puzzles, Narci’s breath even harder on his neck now. Arkham’s chuckles are louder than ever.
Looking over to Swag and Yj, Puzzles can see how well they know each other, how this definitely isn’t their first time. Swag moves with a grace that he hasn’t seen in the other man before, lifting himself with ease off of Yj’s cock before sliding back down easily. He moans loudly, and despite the free porn happening before his eyes, Puzzles can really only focus on how Yj and Swag’s finger are entwined together. Swag uses their linked hands as leverage, to press himself closer, harder, faster as Yj cants his hips upwards. There’s a knowledge between them, the way they just know what each other needs. When Yj bites his lip and Swag moves faster, or when Swag twitches and Yj angles his hips just so, when Swag leans down to kiss Yj hard but lovingly as they both come. It’s intense and strange to think they could be so well known to each other.
Nash squirms in his lap, sharp teeth latch onto his shoulder and slim hips buck in want. Nodding to himself Puzzles is brought back to the task at hand and finds himself getting some help from the other riddlers. He continues stroking Nash’s cock, Arkham latching his own devilishly dangerous teeth onto Nash’s neck and Narci finds a way to sneak his hands up to pinch at Nash’s nipples. Swag and Yj shift closer but don’t touch, simply watching and kissing occasionally as the show get interesting.
It seems to be too much for poor young Nash and soon he’s overwhelmed by the sensation and coming with a hitch of breath and a low moan. Puzzles can only smirk as his fingers are coated with cum, as Arkham chuckles yet again and Narci snickers in the dimly lit room. Nash pants in his lap before laughing, high and youthful as his mouth slams into Puzzles’ own for a badly aimed kiss. He smiles into it, wrapping his arms around Nash and pulling him back down to the sheets, rolling them in such as way that soon enough al six of them are lounging on the bed.
Clammy hot, sweat soaked skin presses against his own, the sheets cling to him and Nash nuzzles into his side with warm breath ghosting over his body. Yj and Swag are whispering to each other, kissing, giggling like school girls and sometimes tickling and petting at each other’s bodies. Narci is simply purring like an overgrown cat, stretching luxuriously across everyone and not caring if he kicks or knocks anyone. Arkham has produced a cigarette from somewhere and was proceeding to light it, puffs of smoke tainting the air as he continued to make that bloody chuckle.
Puzzles leans back, closes his eyes and lets the sounds rush over him, the presence of all of them so close and known to him. It’s wrong. It’s dirty. It’s insane. It’s really not healthy. But more to the point, it’s perfect.
Swag thinks out loud about his Yj worries and Harvey gives his advice as they share a bath.
Much fluff.
Swag sighs and leans back further onto Harvey’s chest, letting his boyfriend hold his close in the warm bathwater. It swells around them, each movement making the bubbles rise further over them, stick to their skin and keep them damp. “Just got things on my mind Harvels, that’s all.” He really has, usually he’s not a big worrier, preferring to dance and drink his worries away. Now however he’s fretting almost constantly.
Harvey presses a gentle kiss to his neck and nudges him for more. “Tell me babe. I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.” Swag nods before answering. Really when it came down to it if there was going to be anyone in the world who understood worrying about another version of yourself, it was going to be Harvey.
“I’m worried about Yj.” He mutters, splashing at the bubbles absentmindedly, flicking them through the air and tracking them. Behind him Harvey shuffles a bit, getting comfortable against the bath pillows and letting his fingers trail above the glowing candle flames as he thinks.
“Yj?” His boyfriend clicks his teeth, running his tongue over the left side of his mouth, still used to having flat, aligned human teeth there. “Which one’s he?”
Swag shifts, leaning his head back for a gentle kiss as he tries to explain. “You haven’t met him, he’s got the awesome sideburns and a cuteass tooth gap.” He nuzzles closer to his lover. “He’s been having a tough time lately. I’m just worried about my bro, he doesn’t do so well at asking for help when he needs it.” Harvey strokes his arm gently, soft kisses still being peppered over his neck Swag closes his eyes. “He sounded alright on the phone but I can could hear it in his voice. Something’s bothering him, something big.”
Harvey smiles against his neck, nibbling there thoughtfully. “Then you need to go to him. Have a riddler sleepover and find out what’s bugging him. I know you Riddlers, you can be a self destructive bunch. Think of yourself, without your swag you’re a dangerous person, Yj could be close to his breaking point and need someone to reel him back in.” A kiss is gentle against his lips, soothing and calming for the worry in his mind.
Swag smiles, feeling the constant warmth he feels for Harvey swell within him at his clever words. “What would I do without you? You perfect man?” He turns in the tub, ignoring the swell of water and splash of it against the tiles on the floor of the bathroom. Now in Harvey’s arms properly he kisses him hard, letting his tongue wander alone his lips as he smiles his pleasure. “I’ll pack a bag and give him a call, then I’ll stay at his tonight whether he wants it or not.”
