This is HIGHLY um... sensitive content, as in Non-Con as in Non-consensual as in rape.

Originally written for the PW Kink meme to the prompt: Phoenix is somehow brainwashed into raping Miles.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Capcom

Chapter 1

Caught in His Web

Miles awoke to the sound of a scream.

His eyes flew open on their own accord and frantically tried to focus on anything familiar. It was pitch black. No. He blinked, and felt the rough material his eyelashes brushed against. There was something obscuring his vision.

He went to shift his body and felt hard, cold, concrete underneath him. As his body slowly regained consciousness, he became aware of the coarse bindings against his wrists. He shuddered and cold panic washed over him. His whole body ached from the hard floor, he could faintly smell chloroform, and he felt dizzy and weak every time his lungs filled with oxygen.

There was a faint echo of what sounded like footsteps, then another scream, and a voice. Miles' ears strained as he willed past the pain to focus on the sound.

"Let us go! We did nothing to you!" It was a male's voice. Desperate and filled with pain, but even more important; it was familiar.

The only reply was laughter.

Miles' unwillingly let out a pained grunt as he shifted again against the ground. The sudden silence that followed his small movement, caused his heart to quicken in anticipation.

"Ah! Worthy's awake!"

The sound of that voice was familiar too, but he couldn't place it. Although it caused tight knots to form in his stomach. The sound of boots against cement suddenly filled his ears.

"No!" The voice gasped. "Don't touch him!"

Wright

Miles sucked in a sharp breath, when a large hand settled on his neck. The fingers flexed and began stroking in mock affection. Miles couldn't do anything to shy away from the touch, and instead found himself trying to focus on Phoenix's condition. Was he okay? Was he tied up the same way?

The large fingers moved up to the back of his neck and Miles felt them fiddling with what could only be the knot of his blindfold. Sure enough, the material loosened and fell away from his eyes, at the same time a familiar chuckle filled the room.

Miles ground his teeth, and ignored the Police Chief to scan what looked like a rundown warehouse for his friend.

When his eyes found his, Miles felt his heart skip a beat. Phoenix was sitting against the opposite wall where dark bruises lined his arms that were tied behind him. A collar with a chain was fastened to his neck that was linked to the wall, his neck stressed against it causing the chain to grow taunt. A fierce expression was set in his eyes that Miles only saw on rare occasions in the court room, when they both found themselves in a dangerous situation.

The hand on his neck suddenly tightened and choked Miles' breath off.

"No!"

"No?"A loud laugh, but the pressure on his neck let up. Miles sucked in a breath.

"How Wonderful!" Gant's gloved hands clapped together, as if he just had a brilliant idea. The overly large man walked in slow loud movements to the defense attorney. Phoenix's glare didn't falter at all, even as the man unfastened the chain from the wall and let the man fall roughly to the ground, his hands still bound behind him. Gant didn't give him any time to recover before grasping an upper arm and forcing him to his feet, only to push him in the general direction of Miles. Phoenix winced in pain, but didn't resist the shove, he collapsed to the ground soon after he had reached the other man. Concerned, worried eyes found the others, but neither of them knew what to say.

"Now, I really hate to draw all this out, all these unpleasentaries, so let us get to the point." Gant chuckled briefly before turning sober.

"You my friend," He gestured vaguely to Phoenix, "... are to take Worthy here from behind."

Phoenix's mind went blank, his naivety turning the question into a confusing structure of nouns and verbs. Take him from behind? Phoenix frowned, and turned a questioning look to Miles who shivered and went pale, his head falling forward slightly to cover his eyes with silver hair.

Gant leaned in to Phoenix as if to whisper a secret. "I'm quite sure he will thoroughly enjoy it."

It clicked and Phoenix went pale too. He clenched his jaw and the hands behind his back tightened into fists and his eyes turned in a glare aimed at Gant. He could feel the sickening emotions of anger and hatred bubble up in his stomach.

Gant looked innocently taken aback from the lawyer's reaction. "Come now. You wouldn't want to do anything you would regret." Gant chided walking back over to them with sickening thumps of his boots, waving his gun casually.

When Gant reached them he swiftly pulled Miles up by his cravat to a kneeling position. Miles didn't make a sound as Gant's fingers unclenched from his cravat and swiftly slid down to the button on his pants.

Phoenix's head reeled with madness "You Bastard!" he shouted in a panic, "You SICK Bastard!" Phoenix screamed again, and tried to shift his body to shield Miles from Gant's reach.

"That's enough!" Gant snapped up straight, a look of pure hatred flashed across his eyes, and the gun was brought up and aimed at the ground beside them. The trigger clicked and a bullet exploded in the pavement, causing chunks of cement and debris to plume up in a cloud. Another click and another bullet was loaded into the docking bay.

"You do not fuck with me boy!" He growled.

Phoenix stunned, pushed his body further against Miles, just in time to feel shudders run through the silver haired man's body.

Silence doused the room for a few moments, all that could be heard was heavy breathing, and the feel of a terrible power struggle. Gant smirked in a sickening way, before his big meaty hand came down and grabbed Phoenix's dress shirt collar and tossed him hard to the floor. Phoenix hit with a gasp, his hands unable to shield him.

"Now, where were we?" Gant asked innocently, approaching Miles, expertly undoing the prosecutor's belt then zipper before yanking them down to unveil black silk boxers. Except for a sharp intake of air, Miles hardly moved even when he heard this pants hit the floor and one of Gants large hands land roughly to cup him.

Phoenix painfully sat up just in time to witness the event. Fresh blood trailed from his newly cut lip, to run down his jaw. The silence in the room was thick for a few moments as Gant took the opportunity to harshly fondle the prosecutor.

Gant stopped his ministrations and with a chuckle pressed hard on Miles' shoulder to force him to the ground. Miles bound and still weak from the chloroform had no ability to resist.

Phoenix was then pulled from his daze by the feel of large hands stripping him of his pants. His boxers were next to go, they were harshly torn off his body as Gant took an object from his pocket. One large hand holding the coarse ropes bound around his wrists as the other brought a needle filled with a strange blue liquid into sight. Bringing it to his lips, Gant slipped the plastic cover off with his teeth, before holding it perpendicular to the ceiling and letting a small stream of liquid push any bubbles out.

Colbat eyes wide, and mouth slightly agape, Phoenix was paralyzed by the hand clenched painfully around his wrists. He squeezed his eyes shut once he realized where the needle was headed. Sure enough, a painful prick, and Phoenix experienced a strange feeling as a rush of foreign liquid was forced into his cock.

Pulling the needle out, Gant tossed the syringe to the floor to shatter in a burst of sparkly glass. The lights in the warehouse made a low humming noise and flickered a few times, casting eerie shadows of the giant man across the stark grey walls.

Phoenix barely registered his wrists being freed, as a heavy sickening feeling over took him. A sharp almost awakening, as his skin seemed to register everything around him. The feel of dried blood caking his wrists, the fabric of his shirt, and heated metal around his neck. Everything was magnified. Including the feel of the barrel of a gun as it was levelled against his head.

"Your turn." Gant smirked deviously, flashing his large white teeth.

Phoenix, still situated on the floor where Gant had thrown him didn't move, only clenched and unclenched his jaw, his gaze flickering to fix on Miles' face. His head turned just enough to register the gun against the lawyer's head.

"Wright..." Miles mumbled in a pained voice.

Their eyes met and Phoenix's heart seemed to tear. A constricting feeling of not being able to breath and breathing too quickly almost made him pass out, when suddenly, Gant's hand came back to clench around his bruised upper arm and drag him back to the prosecutor. All the while a sickening heat kept building in his groin.

"Wright." Miles mumbled again, "Just do it."

Phoenix's blood froze in his veins and his chest constricted. He didn't like the feeling that was running through his body. His mind seemed to shutdown, as blood drained from it to fill other parts. Thoughts of how they were going to get out of this situation got sucked into this white hot void. His body felt like lead, so hot, and so heavy.

Risking a glance down, he caught sight of his erect cock. He was aroused but there was no pleasure involved, just a sweltering heat that kept getting more painful by the second. He gritted his teeth and let out a frustrated growl. Letting a clenched fist fall lax, he couldn't stop it from moving south to harshly stroke his arousal. It was a helpless and alienated feeling. His mind was screaming at him, some words, something about... he swallowed, and before he could fully understand just what he was doing, Phoenix had wrapped his hands around Miles' waist and slid across the silk.

Gant was doing his part to hold the prosecutor at bay. The barrel of the gun cocked and aimed at the darker haired man, and the flash of a warning glare, was all it took for him to remain in the embarrassing position with his face and knees on the floor.

It seemed like Phoenix was just watching everything his own hands did. He hated the feel of not being in control of himself, but at the same time, he loved the feel of Miles trembling beneath him. The power was sinking in, and Phoenix's focus seemed to tunnel to only what was before him. He was breathing heavier when he reached around Miles' boxers and fondled him through the silk material, he felt more than heard the gasp the prosecutor made. It shouldn't have, but it spurred him on. He trailed his hands to the end of the fabric and slipped his fingers underneath them. His own hands looked oddly alien, bruised and dark and bleeding, but Miles' skin, as he pulled down his boxers, was so pale and smooth and untarnished.

A knot of anticipation was forming in his stomach when the prosecutor's boxers slipped to the floor, and he was left with a very nice view. Stroking himself, he guided his wet cock between Miles' legs and let it rest against the crevice. He thrust himself against the trembling body, and reeled in pleasure against the muffled moan and tremble that came from beneath him. His knees were painfully digging into the rough cement, but he ignored it, and the haughty booming laughter that echoed off the walls. His attention sharp and focused on only one thing, he led his throbbing cock to its destination, and moved his hands so he was in a better position to grip the silver haired man's waist.

Clenching his jaw and squeezing his eyes, he pushed forward.

The resistance was awful but so good, as he struggled past the ring of muscle and forced his cock inside the tight passage.

Miles cried out against the painful intrusion. His body fighting violently to get it out, his teeth biting into his lip to muffle his screams.

Phoenix was shaking, finally fully enveloped by the warm constricting muscle. He thrust his hips forward and started a slow pulsing rhythm. The prosecutor's hips rocked forward as Phoenix pulled them forcefully against his cock.

Chuckling from the side, Gant watched the glazed-over pained expression of the defense attorney, and its counterpart most definitely displayed on the prosecutor's, as the man repeatedly thrust himself deep inside him. Surprised by the erotic pained sounds that were coming from Worthy's mouth, but disappointed that the prosecutor was not begging for him to stop. Gant was still very pleased to see the situation unfold, as he gently stroked the silver of his gun with a black gloved thumb.

Shuddering, Phoenix spent himself inside the other man. A pained cry coming from both of them simultaneously, Miles forced to a painful orgasm against his will, felt his teeth break through the soft skin of his lip as a warm liquid filled him inside and splashed across his abdomen and jacket outside.

Miles felt Phoenix's weight fall against him, and fell with him, shaking too much to hold them both up. However, it was almost immediately alleviated when Phoenix seemed to realize what he was doing. Pulling away from him sharply, Miles felt a twisting sickness in his stomach when the man pulled out.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god…" Phoenix mumbled over and over in quiet breaths as he hurried to pull his body off the prosecutor, he fell back to the ground his hands catching him on the concrete. The drug seemed to have spent itself with his climax, leaving Phoenix to fend for himself when his mind came rushing back to his body. He could hear laughter somewhere off in the distance, but ignored it, instead focusing his attention on the man in front of him.

Miles was silent, but shaking slightly and had fully collapsed to the ground. Phoenix didn't know what to do. Nothing he had ever experienced had prepared him to deal with the aftermath of a situation quite like this. His mind couldn't reconcile his actions, drugged or not. And he realized with sickening realization that nothing would fix it.

Phoenix caught sight of blood and tiny sparkles when he went to untie the knot that bound Miles' wrists together. It felt like a hundred tiny papercuts had shredded his skin. In his hurry to back off he must have set his hands on the glass from the needle. He turned his mind away from it, and grasped the coarse rope, his fingers working desperately to undo it. Why the fuck did he have to tie it so tight? His fingers, slick with blood, kept slipping from the material making it difficult to keep a decent grasp. After a few more moments of struggling he finally got it loosened enough to unbind it.

He was suddenly also aware that their pants were still off. Moving quickly, Phoenix redressed the prosecutor as best as he could, but the pain and blood on his hands made it impossible to redo the button to his pants. Miles moved to a sitting position and took over what he started. They both felt the change in atmosphere and realized that Gant was gone. Miles silently retrieved the remainder of Phoenix's own clothing and, without looking at him, handed them over. Phoenix felt a sickening pressure in his chest constrict when he realized that Miles was unable to make eye contact with him. Nothing would fix this.

Phoenix took his clothes back and got dressed to the best of his ability. Miles noticed Phoenix's hands and reached over to help do up the other mans pants. He could feel the defense's gaze on him as he was doing it, but he just couldn't bring himself to look at the other man. His physical pain was worse than he had ever felt, yet his emotional pain over the entire situation topped it by far. He knew it wasn't Phoenix's fault. Whatever blackmarket drug that bastard had given him, had taken away all of his control. Yet this changed everything between them, and he wasn't sure how to fix it.

"You need to get medical treatment for your hands." Miles whispered, breaking the silence. Phoenix looked at them strangely and shook his head, "It's nothing, they'll heal." he mumbled, alluding to the wounds they would both carry from that day onward that wouldn't.

Nothing would fix this.

I couldn't help but take this farther than the prompt. So there will be at least one maybe two, more chapters. :D