Yeah, a oneshot. Don't get all excited, I'll always do oneshots, unless they develop into a giant PlotLion.
Matt was locked in his cell, dark, only a small bed in the corner. Down the hall he heard footsteps, that was odd, he never had visitors.
A shadow appeared in the doorway, tall and scary at first, but as he stepped into the light, not even a bit scary.
"What are you doing here, Phoenix?" he said, looking at the floor, tugging at his chained arms.
Phoenix smiled, and bent down, cupping Matt's face in his hand.
"I've come to see my favourite murderer." he said, thumb stroking his cheek.
He sneered at him.
"That's not what I meant, now don't touch me." as he bit Phoenix's fingers.
The older man scowled at him, only to lean down and palm him roughly.
"Hmmmm...and you're going to stop me how?" he said, kissing him, hard enough to bruise.
A shocked Matt broke the kiss, he was flustered.
"...Get away from me, you...you...freak!" he shouted, really tugging at the chains.
Phoenix disregarded the temper, he liked Matt for that, it was truly him. He shook his head, and slipped his hand into Engarde's trousers.
He gasped, and tried to buck back from Phoenix, but he was chained to the wall, he was helpless.
"Don't...stop...please..." he said, unshead tears in his eyes.
Phoenix laughed, Matt would like this, he knew it.
"What's the matter? I thought you'd like it. How long since you were laid last? 10 months? A year?" he said, stroking his length in his trousers.
Matt squirmed and squeaked, trying to fight Phoenix off, but failing.
"Go...leave now..." he said, biting his lip so hard it bled.
Phoenix saw this, and kissed him, lapping up the blood.
"Just admit it...you want me...don't you?" he said, in his ear.
Matt moaned at the blood, it stung when Phoenix licked it up.
"No..." he said, trying to convince himself.
Phoenix grinned, he was going to enjoy this.
"Well, you're going to get it anyway." he said, unzipping his trousers, and releasing his rock hard erection.
Matt was shaking with fear, he was practically shitting bricks.
"...no...no..." his voice was timid.
Phoenix ripped Matt's trousers off, and pushed gently into him, moving slowly.
Matt's eyes widened at the resulting pain.
"Shit! Oh Shit! No...Please!" he screamed, tears falling from his face.
Phoenix had instructed the guards of his...activities, and no one was coming to Engarde's screams.
He pushed harder, groaning from the pleasure.
However, Matt was crying harder, totally at the mercy of a defendant. That had to look bad. Although, it didn't feel as bad as he'd thought, who knows, he may even like it.
"Ahh...God..." he moaned, pain quickly turning into pleasure.
For once, Phoenix had got the verdict he wanted, with hardly any work.
And the next words that escaped Matt's lips were not of contempt, but one solitary word.
"Phoenix..."