A nice oneshot lemon I did inspired by endless rping with my scarecrow bae. Mostly Jonathan's pov because I'm wrestling with Lyle's still.

Prompt- Lyle Bolton, the chief of security in Arkham pays Crane's cell a visit late one night much to the rogues displeasure.

Warnngs-MxM,Noncon, dubcon, humiliation, mentions of torture and abuse.

Lights out in Arkham. Dark and somewhat quiet, though he could hear a faint muttering from a neighboring cell and the hum of their recently electrified doors, courtesy of Mister Bolton of course. It was a relatively safe time that many of the rogues chose to plot their escapes and lick their bruised bodies and egos, also courtesy of Mister Bolton.

But Crane had by some miracle managed to avoid his turn that day despite being the Head of Security's favourite squeaky toy.

Lyle Bolton had thankfully been out for the bulk of the day and when he had come in he'd been too busy with other patients to come pay attention to him, Tetch having been taken with delusions that day was dragged off for the security chief to liberally knock some sense into. Crane almost felt bad for the hatter but, 'better him then me' was a much more sensible thought.

He'd seen Lyle when he'd come in late that day, he had a certain grim look about him and hadn't even bothered to glance in Crane's direction as he passed his cell. Out of the norm for him, he almost looked distracted. Perhaps it was his whole schedule being overturned as it had been.

Lyle, he'd noticed, had a rather strict and timely schedule for how he went about his day and week and it just so happened that Crane's 'special time' with the chief of security tended to fall in the late noon of every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, the weekend being a bit of a toss up. At that time of day, to his relief, the overbearing security guard had been absent.

So he took a certain comfort that he was safe for at least tonight and despite the nervous muttering coming from Tetch's cell that threatened to have him growing a conscience he was soon drifting in a semi unconscious state, not fully asleep yet but getting there.

That is until he felt his arms moving of their own accord and only once a round of clicking sounded off to shatter the silence did he have the sense about him to stir. His wrists were now above his head, cold metal circling them and clattering like a mess of chimes when he gave a yank to them.

"Don't make a sound." came the low gruff voice, hot breath ghosting over his ear and cheek in the most disgusting way. He already knew who it belonged to with a frightening clarity. A heavy weight settling over him that made it difficult for his diaphragm to expand. A weak wheeze escapes him along with what air he had left in his lungs.

What was he doing here?!

A dull groan coming from the bed as the larger man shifts over him, pulling away the thin scratchy blanket so strong calloused hands can dive under the shirt of his uniform, hands gripping him with a strength that could easily crush his rib cage, but instead merely felt him over. Lyle had overtime made it a habit to lay his fingers along the indentions of Jon's protruding ribs, every so often pressing his finger tips in a little harder like he was trying to dig his hands in to his chest cavity. Not that it was particularly painful, at most was the slight occasional bite of well trimmed fingernails.

"Why are you here?" he whispered harshly, doing well to head his warning to stay quiet but it didn't stop a haughty tone from entering his hushed voice. The chief of security never visited him in his cell, it's entrance was glass after all, which could easily mean being caught if he did anything untoward. Something that neither of them wanted, oddly enough.

"Due to another matter needing my attention I had to miss our appointment today. I'm here to see that we make up for that." His words don't hold that mocking spiteful mildly dramatic tone he usually reserved for saying things like this. As a matter of fact he sounded listless.

"Isn't that a bit risky?" is his careful rebuttal, not that he had much hope to dispersuade him from something he'd decided to do.

"I need this right now." His voice is a low rumble against his collar, the implications behind that send Jonathan's brain abuzz.

With no further protest the shirt of his uniform is dragged up to be bunched up underneath his chin so Lyle can further assault his torso with scraping kisses to his chest and collarbone. His thumbs tuck under the waistband of his pants, only dragging them past his hips before pausing to kneed his arse. Crane giving a grunt of annoyance that went obviously ignored as thick digits tease at his entrance.

Continuing to slide his pants down, and unlike usual one of the pant legs remained bunched around his calf, Lyle pausing to tug something out of his pocket, and his suspicions of what exactly were proved correct once slickened fingers pressed against his opening. Not wasting much time before he delved his fingers in, only taking the time to spread the substance about and not bothering to stretch him much at all. He'd been doing it plenty as is, after all.

Once Lyle had begun adding extra curricular activities to their sessions he'd started paying attention to the other patients to see if any of them were showing any signs of similar treatment. The disturbing revelation that none of them were showing signs of sexual abuse was deeply sickening. It made him the sole 'benefactor' of all this.

Lyle's grinding broad hips into his own narrow ones, all the while giving soft bites to his chest with the occasional suck to a nipple when encountered. The way his belt buckle rubs against him is slightly painful but annoyingly gets a reaction. Beginning to slowly jerk Jon while Lyle is getting himself out and preparing with an extra slick of that lube.

"Say my name..." Is his predictably revolting request as he positions himself, not hesitating in pressing inside, he breathes the second half of the instructions against his neck, "..and make sure only I can hear it."

"You can't be serious, " he hisses softly, gasping at the slow intrusion and ridiculous request. It'd become disturbingly easy to take Lyle, and as long as he hadn't done something to provoke him the pain didn't last too long.

"Perfectly serious...and if you'd rather not I've brought along a little battery powered friend I can leave behind." Lyle nonchalantly lobes that threat, and Jon doesn't doubt for one second that he isn't serious. But there is no torturous toy, he was bluffing, Lyle hadn't brought anything but the lube and cuffs with him this time, but he bargained it was enough to get his pet to cooperate.

And it must have been as his name tentatively is breathed in the air next to his ear. This gives Lyle the biggest thrill, heart pounding, hips rolling with a bit more exuberance and the most intense throb to his dick as he slowly but steadily fucks him.

"Again.." Of course he's not satiated with one.

"Lyle...aah..mmm..mmph.."

"Again..!" So greedy.

"Mm! ...nnff..haa Lyle..eeh.."

"Again." This goddamn insufferable ape.

"Ggguuh, no..that's enough..! Aaah..! Haah ah ah..!" He rolls his head away to press his mouth against his own shoulder as Lyle is assaulting his neck with rough bites as punishment for refusing him.

He was beginning to feel hyper paranoid that all his fellow rogues knew exactly what was happening to him, and while he usually felt terribly exposed with the sadistic head of security having his way with him, the thought of anyone seeing him so vulnerable had a heavy feeling settling in his abdomen.

"One more time, one more." a subdued growl into his neck as he angles his hips just right and is rewarded with muffled moans as Crane's thin legs curl up and press against his sides in a desperate way, one of his heels digging into Lyle's lower back as it curved with a particularly deep thrust.

"..nnggh..!" his expression is somewhat distraught for a moment before he takes in a deep breath and rolls his head till his lips fell against the large man's ear. A hushed full bodied moan of his name right against his ear. Hopefully that would placate him and get this over with sooner so he can sleep and forget about this nightmare.

It seems to pay off as Lyle fucks him with all the more zeal, drawing his head away from Crane's neck to smother him in a kiss. Arms tucked underneath him to draw his hips into each thrust, all the while the dull tell tale rhythmic creaking of the iron frame bed sounds off in the cold room along with the occasional wet slap of flesh against flesh.

Lyle didn't kiss him often, not that he was complaining, that was just the fact of the situation, at most he only fit one bruising kiss in to any one 'session', and of course that was already one too many. Often leaving his lips bruised or with some sort of tender wound for his tongue to worry at for the next couple days while it healed.

You can imagine just how terrible it was to find the kiss extended to a second and then a third that was drawn out forever, dully he realized the mashing of mouths was to muffle his noises as Lyle dragged one of his legs up, turning him onto his side and continuing to thrust into him with abandon. He was almost thankful for the obstruction to his noise because he was finding it so much more difficult to contain them.

Long minutes passed, continuing much like this till Crane eventually climaxed with a shuddering jerk. Pulling his face away from Lyle's hand, which had replaced his mouth after some time, to toss his head back with a gasp as his body spasmed it's joy. Lyle drinking this all up, having been holding out for this and quickly following him, releasing inside Jon after a few more thrusts and a gentle bite to his shoulder.

They lay there panting and shivering for a long time, Lyle having mind enough not to rest his weight on him while Crane was trying to regain his breath.

"First time in a bed.." He remarks to Jon or maybe to himself between a pant before falling silent again. Eventually he pulls back and rights his own clothes, then working on Jon's, this time not bothering to clean up the mess he'd left between his legs. Much to his revulsion he'd find he'd have to deal with it through the night as Lyle gets up from the bed and leaves without ever removing the cuffs fastening his hands to the bed frame above head.

He hears the hum of his doors being electrified once more, a hum he hadn't noticed had been missing this entire time till now.

Crane's mind dimly wonders over those words of need earlier, trying to pick them apart despite the way exhaustion had him firmly pinned.

Reviews would be welcome, if you have any critiques, requests, suggestions for future fics involving these two or encouragement I'm open to hear them.