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 blinked blithely at the reference, mostly ignorant of modern advances in the horror genre. As ever, he didn't mind his own ignorance, and was much more interested in the new prospect being discussed.

"I like creative," he agreed, basking in the pleasure of being petted. "You can make me come pretty easily by fingering me or using toys, and then fuck me while I'm all pliant and overstimulated. I can come, um..." He wrinkled his nose in thought. "I think three times at a go? Might be four. After two I lose count."

[doctor_terror]

"It will be an interesting experiment," Scarecrow said. Not the kind of experiment he usually conducted, no. "I can go out and provide rope or handcuffs, to make it even more interesting, if you wish."

[raventonbeauty]

"I'd like that," Ashley agreed, sighing contentedly and curling close, hugging his arms around Scarecrow's waist for warmth and closing his eyes sleepily. "Is it okay if I stay the night?"

[doctor_terror]

"Of course, my dear," Scarecrow's fingers ran down Ashley's back. "Though, waking up next to this," He waved at his scarred face. "Might give you nightmares." He sounded perfectly okay with this.

[raventonbeauty]

Ashley laughed, sitting up so that he could kiss Scarecrow's cheek. He detangled briefly, getting to his feet. "Going to go tidy up. I'll be sore in the morning if I don't."

Flashing Scarecrow a smile, Ashley went to go clean himself up, not bothering to put on any clothing.

[doctor_terror]

Scarecrow watched his lover go, getting off the bed to pick up his clothes and mask. He would have to look up how one cleaned silk later, because he predicted those sheets would get rather messy for as long as he kept Ashley.

Crane put his pants back on before he looked at himself in the mirror briefly, running a finger along a scar. And to think people had urged him to get plastic surgery to get this fixed.

[raventonbeauty]

Feeling better once he was clean, Ashley returned to his new boyfriend. He set the clean plug down on the bedside table, near the lube, and then hugged his arms around Crane's waist, pressing close for warmth.

[doctor_terror]

Crane looked over his shoulder at Ashley, stroking his arm. "Do not expect me to stay up all night painting your toenails," He snarked, in a deadpan tone.

[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.