Fear and Adrenaline, for doctor_terror

[raventonbeauty]

From here.



Ashley smiled wryly at the question, tilting his head up to kiss the tip of Scarecrow's scarred nose. "Let me up," he said, pushing at Scarecrow and giving him a pout. Dizzy with afterglow from the intense orgasm, Ashley bit his lip, watching Scarecrow with low-lidded eyes. "You ought to learn how to finger someone."

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[raventonbeauty]

Ashley wrinkled his nose at him. "I don't suppose you'd be very good at it," he said, drawing away and curling into the bed. He was careful to choose a dry spot for himself, but gave less thought to where Scarecrow would lie.

[doctor_terror]

Scarecrow looked down at the bed, noticing that Ashley had left the spot he came on. He left to get a wet washcloth and crudely clean the sheets. "Next time I take away your blanket, or make you sleep alone," He hissed. "Or make you sleep with the rat-eaten sheets I could have used instead."

He took his pants back off, setting them in the wardrobe with the rest of his costume, before crawling into bed with his lover.

[raventonbeauty]

Ashley gave him a petulant glare at the threats, expecting to be spoiled and annoyed at the suggestion that he wouldn't be. But he didn't bother arguing, simply nestling into Scarecrow's arms for warmth. Such negotiations could be dealt with later.

[doctor_terror]

Scarecrow stroked Ashley's hair until he drifted off.

When he woke up the next morning, his sleepy mind was confused at the unfamiliar bed or weight next to him, until he remembered last night. He could have gotten up, as he usually did, but instead he rolled over so he was facing Ashley. Give him something 'pleasant' to wake up to.

[raventonbeauty]

Ashley stirred sleepily at the movement, nestling closer. As he blinked awake, he startled, breath quickening and pupils dilating with fear, but then he blinked and tucked his head against Scarecrow's shoulder, yawning sleepily. His heart continued to beat fast, skin tingling from the jolt of fear.

[doctor_terror]

Scarecrow smirked with satisfaction as Ashley awoke, stroking his arm so he could feel the trembling gooseflesh.

"I trust you slept well, pretty thing?"

[raventonbeauty]

"Yes," Ashley said, nuzzling at his boyfriend. He was trembling slightly, but he enjoyed the warmth of waking up in someone's arms, even if it did come with a jolt of fear. "I suppose I'm not in any hurry to get anywhere. Do you want me to stay for a bit, or will I be underfoot?"

[doctor_terror]

Scarecrow shrugged, his fingers running through Ashley's red locks. "You may stay, if you wish. Just do not expect breakfast in bed." Crane had to admit, this did feel rather nice. Waking up with a warm body in the morning.

[raventonbeauty]

"Is there any breakfast to be had?" Ashley asked, rolling over and propping himself up in his elbows. "If not, I'll just go home for breakfast and see you tonight."

[doctor_terror]

"Mostly meal replacement bars and other ready-to-eat foods," Scarecrow replied. Which he guessed weren't up to his lover's tastes. He had thought about getting a small propane grill, but he didn't want caught grilling in the backyard of a house that was supposed to be empty.

"But, I can show you another way into this house, so you don't have to crawl in through the window. I think you've earned that right by now."

[raventonbeauty]

"Fine," Ashley sighed, wrinkling his nose. He got to his feet, starting to dress. "I'll go home to eat. I want a cappuccino and a chocolate croissant."

He tossed out his hair, annoyed that he had no brush to fix it but knowing that he looked beautiful even when mussed. "I suppose I'll come back tonight, then."

[doctor_terror]

Scarecrow sat up to put his pants and boots back on, followed by his leg brace. "We cannot all live the life of luxury," He pointed out, tightening the straps on the brace before standing up.

He put his shirt back on before guiding Ashley downstairs, to the library and seemingly to his lover's usual entrance. However, he stopped halfway across the room and lifted a rug, showing a trapdoor. "This leads to a tunnel that will take you outside. I suspect whoever built this house was a rather paranoid sort who felt the need for such an escape." He picked up a flashlight on a nearby table and offered it to the younger man. "Unless you would rather keep climbing over the fence and through the window?"

[raventonbeauty]

Ashley looked down at the trapdoor, considering it with wrinkled nose. He handed the flashlight back. "Less spiders," he said, retreating to the window and sitting on the ledge. "Why do you live here? You're a doctor. Why don't you live a life of luxury? Or at least a life with proper breakfasts."

[doctor_terror]

"I could have, once," Crane said, setting the flashlight down and closing the trapdoor. "But my colleagues saw my off-duty work and I had a bit of trouble with the law." And a certain masked vigilante.

He was aware that if he put all of this Scarecrow stuff behind, he could live the life of a billionaire with many Nobel Prizes. He just didn't want to.