Another Chapter that I'll just toss here because that's simpler, this'll be where I dump my BoltonxCrane fics that are set in Arkham. Should be another one soon. Hope you like and please review.

Lyle Bolton is escorting Jonathan Crane to a session with Doctor Leland, an average part of the weekly routine there at Arkham. Well perhaps it was odd that the chief of security himself would see to such trivial mundane tasks as escorting a single inmate to a session but Lyle had dismissed the usual orderlies from doing it so he might himself. It puts Crane off plenty but there wasn't much he could do, of course his protests would fall on deaf ears…

Besides he was dealing with enough right now as he was awkwardly steered down the hallway by the galumphing lummox.

"Are you still wearing it?" Came Lyle's obscure inquiry from just behind him.

He immediately flushes and makes a small sound of discomfort at the question, tensing and coming to a stop to glance back at the larger man. It was an unspoken agreement that this awful 'relationship' of theirs was to be strictly limited to that room. And here he was just bringing that up in the damn hallway where anyone could hear. After that incident late one night in his cell it seemed that perhaps Lyle wasn't as keen on this deal of theirs, you'd think he'd want to keep it quiet more then anyone.

"I…don't know what you're talking about."

"Ooh, are you going to make me check?" A disgusted twitch from Crane.

"As if you'll do anything out here in the open." Turning to brush him off and resume walking his own damn self to the session with a bit of a hitch to his step. He knew it was a risk to be goading him on like this but in this open hallway he was as good as safe. Sure he'd likely face some sort of punishment later on but that was then and for now at least he was free to be an obtrusive little shit and deal with the consequences when the time comes. Or so he thought…

Oooh he'd greatly underestimated this bastards limits.

Just as he's nearing Leland's office he feels a large hand close around his upper arm and his heart drops into his stomach, being jerked back around a corner and swung into a wall roughly, Crane yelps and shrinks back against the wall. He could have called out for help but all the conditioning and abuse pinched at the back of his mind that had his voice dying out in his throat. Stilling under the looming man as if he were worried he'd provoke him into physical violence with the slightest twitch. "Cocky bitch. You think you'll be safe just because we're out in the open?"

"But-but…you'll get caught you brazen oaf-!" he spits the words and immediately scolds himself for fumbling like a quivering coward.

"I don't see anyone around, do you?" This prompts Crane to give a glance at their surroundings.

The hallway was abandoned at least for that moment..fuck.

An uneasy whine of a sound comes from him as he looks back to that grinning idiot. "Are you really going to risk your career to 'put me in my place'?" He tries to desperately reason with the neanderthal, mocking the idea.

"Yes." Is Lyle's simple retort as he flips Jonathan around to press him face first into the wall with a startled sound from the smaller of the two, struggling futility to wiggle out from underneath the man pinning him against the wall."And isn't it more exciting that way?" Lyle growls low against his ear.

Without hesitating Lyle tucks his hand underneath the back of Jonathan's uniform shirt to delve under the waistline of his pants, feeling over the curve of his ass till his finger made contact with the object he was checking for. "Ahaa, so you are still wearing it, good pet~" Poking his finger through the hoop that was attached to the end and tugging on it firmly, "I think you deserve a reward for following my orders so well." a weak whine he tries to contain that tapers off into a quavering breathy moan as the sterling silver anal plug that had been snug in his ass for 6 hours now is pulled steadily out till it's at the tip before it's slid back into place. Lyle repeating this at a fast pace and essentially fucking him with the toy.

Having it put there earlier in the day by Lyle Bolton himself, the sick bastard, he'd been ordered not to remove it 'or else'. Well of course he wanted to be defiant and yank that sucker out as soon as he was alone….but he was sensible enough not to actually test the violent sadistic man into forming some disturbing awful punishment that would likely be worse then this….so no, he hadn't taken it out despite how much he'd like to have.

And honestly? It's been the most excruciating uncomfortable 6 hours of his life. Every little movement, every little tensing of the muscles manipulated that damn thing to press and prod right against his sweet spot whether he stood, sat or laid any which way.

Carefully he'd remained as still as possible to stave off any sort of arousal before he'd have to make the walk to his appointment, the thought of playing sick to avoid having to walk fucking anywhere was tempting but it was even more likely he'd get looked over in Medical if he opted for that and that level of scrutiny while having the hunk of metal in his ass was the last thing he wanted. Soo carefully he remained still till he was fetched.

….despite his diligence the short walk had proved agonizingly pleasurable as the stupidly perfectly shaped plug rocks against his prostate with ever damn step no matter how small or long.

Soo it's no wonder why Lyle finds him half hard already as he gropes him through his uniform pants, not able to help his hips pressing into his hand. "No no nonono, stop..! Stop-!" He whispers urgently as he's ever fearful of being seen like this, a goddamn aroused mess, "No, noo reward..! Please..!" Bolton fucking him steadily with that toy that easily manages to get yips and shallow breathing from Crane with each push and pull of the bulbous piece, "Mmmnngh,pleaase–!" And he's actually pleading at this point as he rubs his face into the wall as if he might burrow into it. It's sickening when he can't say for sure what exactly he's pleading for.

Jerky twitches of the hips in between Lyle's ministrations as he feels himself getting steadily closer to climax as Lyle just doesn't fucking let up, "Please…please-! Nngghh-!Aahh ahh..!" His eyes are rolled upward, he's flushed, panting and has drooled a good bit onto the wall as he's lost himself in the overbearing swell of arousal coiling tightly in his abdomen.

"Mister Bolton?"

A startled noise from Crane at not only Dr. Leland's sudden voice but also at the abrupt removal of Lyle's hands from his person.

'Noo, nonoNO–! Wait!'

He's disgusted with how strong the feeling of disappointment bubbles up in him is and how instinctually he wants to make some noise that might beckon the brute to finish what he'd started, that in that moment he's desperate enough to call his name if it'll get his hands back on him. Not that he does, wisely he remains silent beyond panting, it just makes him feel so damn pathetic. He tries to soothe himself that it was only the mindlessness of arousal talking but his stomach still feels sour.

"Is that Professor Crane with you?" Came Leland's voice again as it seems to have gotten closer just around the corner and he's hyper aware once again that there's another person close by and he's still painfully hard.

"Yes, I was just escorting him when he stumbled here and-" Lyle's oafish attempt at covering up the moment of indiscretion.

Worse yet as he's pulled away from the wall by the oaf and is faced with Dr. Leland as she's deemed fit to come and inspect the two of them obscured by the corner as they were. She's easily startled and worried upon seeing how flushed and out of breath he is, "What did you do to him..?" She turns on Bolton, glaring up at him, ever suspicious of the security chief and his methods.

"I didn't do anything." He sounds convincingly surprised with a touch of offense, bringing his hands up in a placating gesture as he makes quick work of coming up with a lie, "He was just suddenly breathing hard and needed to stop a moment.."

"What..? Is that true..?" She speaks gently as she returns her attention to Jonathan, touching his upper arm. "Are you alright Professor? Do you need to go to Medical?"

"I'm fine..!" He wheezes weakly as he twitches away from her touch, bothered that he was still aroused and having to converse and being touched was absolutely out of the question. Awkwardly he tries to cover himself without being too conspicuous and walks past the two, very nearly stumbling all over himself from that damn plug pressing to his over sensitive prostate as he made his way toward Leland's office where hopefully he could recover and hide his shame since Leland tended to keep the blinds drawn and her eyes on her paperwork. Though she's worried now so that might not be presently so.

Leland follows quickly, fretting over Crane's state after sending one last withering leer at Lyle Bolton as he makes his retreat down the hall.

Well this is going to be one hell of an awkward session.