Charles POV

Charles shut down the office and he pulled his dirty gloves from his desk drawer and folded them into his pocket. His placed his hat on his matted hair. Never had he ever had a day like this, he was hoping that it wouldn't be anything permanent. He slung his holster over his shoulder and walked out of the front building. Once over the steps he rubbed the back of his neck and went to his unmarked car. The long drive home made him feel even wearier. He slumped down into the front seat and fell asleep in his driveway. It was a rather fitful sleep that left him breathless.

Erik's hands were touching him, leaving scorching trails of heat. Charles could feel himself stiff and trapped in a cell, Erik Lensherr's cell. The German man strode wide circles around him, inspecting him, while his other hand stroked himself with each step. He looked rather average down there, but when he was hard, he was a force to be reckoned with, Charles knew that now. Charles was stripped of everything and Erik's calloused rough hands gripped his hips, forcing him to thrust his hips against Erik's. Charles' head tossed back and Erik claimed his throat with his teeth. Erik's hands were touching him everywhere, he was lifted into the convict's naked lap and Erik's hands probed him. Kneading fingers worked magic inside him, bringing him there. Charles cried out as Erik drew in two more digits. Erik turned him down to the bed and all Charles felt was pure pleasure. Erik was moving inside him. He could feel Erik's pulse throbbing inside him. Charles cried out as both of Erik's hands came down a stroked him firmly, faster and faster…

"Aahh!" Charles cried out loud as he wetted the sheets beneath him. Rolls of desire coiled in him released and sent wave after wave of agonizing pleasure. Charles hadn't known desire to become this intense. His whole body shook with aftershocks. He took a moment to gather where he was. He didn't remember going to bed, Raven must have stopped by and helped him. Then his thoughts scattered as he heard a familiar knock at the door.

"Charles are you ok in there?" She asked.

"I'm uh… fine I just had a bad dream." Charles huffed, and bad it was… He had shamelessly given himself to Lensherr… a felon… his case…

"Oh no… this isn't happening Charles!" He scolded himself and realized that his own hands were in his pants.

"Shit!" He grumbled to himself. This wasn't good either, he'd never done this before even when he was awake and now he suddenly got the notion? Charles immediately ran to the bathroom in hopes of removing everything sticky from himself. He scrubbed away his sin beneath the tap. He freaked out when she met him at the door.

"Why are you so edgy this morning?" She asked.

"N…Nothing everything's fine…just had an emergency bathroom!" He trudged past her, narrowly avoiding a collision.

Today was going to be a tough one…

Erik POV

Erik's night wasn't much different that Charles' own. All Erik could remember was how hard he'd gripped the bars and then sounded out a loud jolt of animal pleasure as Shaw fucked him. It didn't happen often, but it was some kind of love that he repaid in full. Shaw had helped him when he was eighteen and helpless, every now and then Shaw would request this, Erik didn't care, all he wanted was that hard center pulsing and intense building heat that drove him over the edge, dirtying the bars with his essence, in which he did. Shaw was the only one that owned him and he knew it. He was free to have anyone he pleased, but unfortunately that was now out of his grasp. That morning Shaw and his new recruits had a job to do. Erik sat uncomfortably on his thin bed; Shaw had done a number on him last night. He paid it no mind as he instructed a young Alex and Sean, barely eighteen to keep watch and keep the guards distracted while the older ones did what they must. Erik had heard of Azazel and his tattoos that branded his skin a deep red, much like the devil and that had intimidated many inmates away from him. Shaw hired him on the spot. He didn't want to lose any of the young ones; Erik had laid his claim on Alex while Shaw had taken Sean. Though neither of them had actually had fucked either of them, but it had prevented others from making passes at them. Sean was a tad more feminine, with his red hair and boyish face, had attracted attention, but Shaw ended up stabbing the other man at lunchtime with his plastic spoon. He had left him with a scar to remember to never touch what was rightfully his. Sean gloated for a week. Erik had tried slow careful advances on Alex so he could slowly gain his interest, but the kid would get so flustered and nervous Erik would have to back down after a short and sensual kissing session; Shaw seemed to be the only one that Erik could get his rocks off without his right hand. He let his mind go to the task at hand. Sean was to cover the East wing while Alex took the North wing. They would need a distraction and Erik didn't want them to beat down or bludgeoned by the police batons so their tasks were simple and ask for help and describe some sort of problem that would distract the guards.

Erik's task though had been the most difficult. He had to make his way through three security gates and sixteen officers and get to the closed off ward. Shaw had gotten word that there had been a child molester in their prison and simply wouldn't have it. Erik shuddered at the thought. The man had taken a child and she'd gone missing for two days and she was only five.

Fucking five years old! Erik bared his teeth as they called for the lights to go out. He had a lot of planning to do for the morning and they would have to strike right after breakfast when there was little security and in broad daylight. He shared a cell with Janos and Alex while Shaw, Azazel, and Sean had the one next to theirs. Janos had even given him a new tattoo during the night, a great white across his shoulders. This only helped his nickname, 'Great White' and Erik knew that it seemed racist, but he had no other choice and stick to the whites in prison, that was just how it was, but since he'd been gone they had been integrated, much to his pleasure. He didn't like them separate by color, that put them at odds and they were slightly outnumbered, but now… They ruled the fucking yard. His back ached from the needlework, but it was a perfect predator, much like himself. It was his smile that gave him the name rather than the color of his skin; nevertheless the name stuck and no one called him Erik except Shaw. Janos would set wax paper and burn it over a lighter and mix it with urine in order to get the ink. It seemed to gross out others, but that was how it was done in prison and no one seemed to mind. Erik got more information from Azazel about their newest hit.

"She was only five… but she did survive the encounter." He accent was Russian and it didn't take long for Erik to catch on.

"Он отделался легким" Azazel said in fluent Russian. Erik nodded in agreement.

"He did get off easy… Not for long." Erik smiled his fearsome smile and tipped his knife towards him in a salute.

"Blut und Ehre." He grinned and tucked it into his pillow away safe for the morning. As soon as breakfast was over, they would make their move. Azazel was instructed directly not to harm any of the officers, they didn't want him to get on death row, so he simply obliged.

Erik took his walk around the front cellblock waiting for the morning officer assigned to their wing would release them for breakfast.

Once they were in the lunch line Erik had knocked another inmate away from Alex. He took a few hits to the face but knocked the other man out with one punch and spit blood on his crumpled form. He then tucked his hand into the back of Alex's belt, firmly grabbing it, letting everyone know that he belonged to Great White. Alex blushed and grabbed his food and went to Shaw's table.

"Herr Doktor…" Erik greeted him by his prison name and sat Alex down while he waited for the others to arrive. They all began eating quickly, while covering their food like bandits. It was a war zone and food would get stolen by the stronger inmates and leaving the younger ones more defenseless and weak. Erik watched out for his own and he gave Alex his apple and milk. Erik had no need for it today.

With a curt nod from Shaw, Great White was on his way to do the deed. His features were calm and calculating, but inside his mind was a maelstrom of incidents gone wrong. He saw that his table cleared almost instantly after his departure. His nerves shook him to the core and his excitement rose. The only thing that could relate to this sheer sense of excitement and arousal was that pretty-eyed cop he had almost fucked against the squad car.

Wonder where you work little lass, maybe come to me… he thought. He could feel his arousal heighten with each step. He blood was on fire, he could feel it raging in his veins. His prestigious weapon was too precious to waste on a monster like Casey Munroe… the child molester. Erik would show him what a real monster looked like. He stopped briefly for Janos' ink and dipped the napkin from breakfast in it. He then stuck it in his mouth and tried not to inhale the vapors.

Great White had managed to make it all the way down the hallway without being noticed, it was almost too easy. He pulled out the makeshift weapon that included a fork, knife and two rubber bands burned together, still warm in his waistband. He pulled it out and climbed the wall of his cell.

The sudden thump of feet had awoken Casey and he hadn't even registered Great White's presence before it was too late. Erik straddled his hips and plunged the napkin to stifle his screams of help.

"Rache…" He raised the knife and struck it deep into his arm, fuck Shaw's orders; he wanted this man to suffer. He wanted to sodomize the man with the fucking knife and show him what it felt like for the little girl he'd hurt, but on a scale far worse. Erik pulled back his flexible weapon and dug it into his eye socket. Erik was hard with excitement and knocked his face with a clenched fist, taking teeth with it.

"Bitch!" He hissed at the man cowering beneath him.

"You like the feeling ja?" He stabbed him in the gut this time, turning his wounds from superficial to fatal. Erik lost his sanity for a few minutes as he repeatedly stabbed him until his hand became a blur. He took his contract hits rather seriously. Blood sprayed from the walls and he was a complete wreck. After the form beneath him stopped moving he kicked him until he was out of breath. He got up, roused from this dark act of justice and unzipped his fly and pissed on Casey's corpse. He had no respect for a malicious crime that involved children. After spitting on him and pulling off his shirt and stuffing it inside his largest flesh wound. Now the only blood that remained was over his shoulders and his neck. He looked over in the mirror and washed his face. Erik then cleared out his cell of anything worthy of taking, a porn magazine of actual women that looked over eighteen seemed unusual, but he took it anyway. Erik needed something from his body to prove to Shaw he had done the killing himself. He looked over and saw a tattoo of a little girl on his left arm. This angered Erik and he pulled out a lighter and burned the area where the tattoo was and he then cut out the dehydrated flesh. H smiled as he climbed back up the gate. Another man that was held in the same ward peeked over and watched him land back down. He was so frightened he said nothing as Erik stared him down.

"Great White will come for you too…in time." He tapped his head with a finger as he left through the gate's clearance. Getting through was easy, it was getting back out that proved difficult. He swore he'd seen those familiar blue eyes a second ago. His heart leapt in his chest as he dashed through the second gate. But he was tackled as he made it past the third.

"Fucking pig!" He shouted over his shoulder. He growled again as he was slammed against the wall.

"I was just taking a stroll sir, I swear." He said rather unconvincingly.

"You're going back to my ward." The officer said. Erik's ears pricked as he heard that God forsaken England accent, his cop, his Charles had him against the wall. Erik couldn't help but laugh at the sheer unexpected impossibility of the situation. He was so full of excitement and joy he laughed harder as he was thrown to the ground and cuffed.

"Oh I know you missed me libeling." Erik turned his head and met those soft entrancing blue eyes. His got hit in the face with that same baton that had taken his freedom back.

"I come to see how you fair in the morning and you've been caught red-handed…literally!" He whispered angrily in his ear.

"Oh, got me so hard for you officer." The German panted as he pulled him up.

"You know, you sure enjoy slamming me against the wall so much, I think you enjoy it." He added with a manic laugh. Erik was walked through the cellblock and he could hear his name be shouted and praised for his deed. He looked towards Shaw and saw him clapping.

"Great White!" They shouted and bellowed. Erik felt pride take over and his shark grin appeared as he was taken into the interrogation room.

"What were you doing in there…Erik?" Officer Xavier snapped.

"You can't be traced, there were no cameras in the area and you managed to past the blind spot…" He added.

Erik folded his cuffed hands and licked the red from one of his fingers.

Charles stiffened slightly, was that blood? Oh my God it is!

"Why did you do it, he was an inmate like you?" Charles went straight to business. Erik leaned over the table and hovered over Charles, his frame enveloped Charles' own.

"I am not like him…" He warned, "I don't fuck little children." Erik's gaze grew dangerous. Charles hadn't expected this, but to his own surprise he approved of the heinous act, in was in his morals. He hated locking up the child molesters, they always got free and kept doing the same thing and he felt it justified the means of killing them. Erik smiled as he saw recognition cross over Charles' features.

"So you approve of my acts, yes?" His accent thickened, making it slightly more difficult for Charles to follow.

"This never happened, and I was never here and I found you in the yard." Charles slammed his baton down against the table and rose. Erik did a second later.

"What do you plan to do with that?" His eyebrows rose and he had a knowing smile.

"Nothing… pervert." Charles grimaced and holstered his weapon. Erik leaned over the table and took a big whiff of him, making sure to groan as he did it. He watched as the officer shuddered and pulled open the door and released him to solitary confinement where Erik would have to stay for seventy-two hours.

"Sure beats two more years…" He told himself.

Charles always came to mind, even now… Oh how that officer loved to take him down to the dirt. If Charles were in lockup, he surely would fuck up anyone fifteen leagues away just to have him. Maybe get him to kill a man… Convincing Charles wouldn't be very difficult. It had shocked Erik that Charles would've done the same thing to Casey. When they strip-searched him, they had found the skin, but Charles just tucked it away in his pocket. He knew Charles was up to something, and maybe favored him just a bit more than his other cases. He was released early today, thanks to Charles.

Erik was even more obliged to help Charles with his virginity problem even more, now that he was helping him and doing these favors.

Charles POV

He clenched the wall of solitary confinement on the opposite side of the door. He was hyperventilating; Erik had been so close to kissing him over the table. Charles touched his lips and imagined Erik's there. He couldn't stand being apart from him for long, had to see if his was ok. Charles had heard horror tales of solitary confinement and worried for Erik. He opened the door and took him out a few minutes later after a rash decision. Erik was slammed against the wall, but facing him… Charles hadn't meant to do that. Erik's bright gray-green eyes looked at him mischievously. Before Erik could stop himself, he leaned in and met those soft pillow lips of Charles'. Erik greedily tongued him and grabbed his hands with his restricted cuffed ones. Charles let out a moan as Erik's teeth pulled at his lower lip.

This was sooo wrong…

Erik was already hard and eager for him. He stopped from scaring the tense officer away with his advances. He decided then to just nuzzle Charles' neck and kissed a trail down his collar.

"Erik…This can't I have to st-" Charles was cut off by a mind blowing kiss. Erik's tongue claimed his mouth again. Charles pressed himself against Erik, finding that he was already hard, causing him to gasp.

"This is illegal… fraternizing with…" He said between kisses, "the…enemy." Erik's arms went over Charles' shoulders in one swift move. He felt the officer tense slightly, still not quite trusting him. Erik wanted him to though. Charles' could feel Erik's legs wrap around his torso and straddle his hips. Charles leaned him harder against the wall, briefly giving into his desires. Until they heard footsteps he pulled out of Erik's grasp. He heard shouts and Erik was beneath him, arms still around his neck.

"Hey!" Charles heard shouting.

"Do you need assistance?" The officer asked Charles.

"No… he's not fighting me." Charles said as he Erik looked up at him with wide lustful eyes in wonder.

"Come on, time to get up." Charles pulled Erik to his feet and the arousal in his pants was evident. He snickered as Charles started walking him back to his cell. The other guard kicked at Erik as Charles walked him down the corridor. Charles tried to pull him back in time.

"Faggot!" The other cop yelled at him, this only caused Erik to smile broader. He wanted to force the cop on his knees and say 'suck it' but Erik somehow thought that would have made Charles a tad jealous.

Charles walked him back to his cell and he heard whistles and obscene hand gestures that mimicked a fist in the air. Charles reddened as he placed Erik back in the cell.

"Wh… What happened to you eye?" Charles was curious, trying to pretend they didn't just have mouth sex against a wall that almost led to real sex and Erik would have bottomed, that shocked Charles.

"Just a minor altercation at breakfast is all." Erik eyed him through the bars, smiling once more. Charles smiled a small one back, noticing that Erik's smile resembled a shark's.

"I hope you'll be ok for now." Charles reached out a hand past the bars and brushed Erik's bangs aside.

Erik leaned into the touch; whistles from around the joining cells grew louder. Charles noticed that the cuffs were still on his wrists and he then pulled out his key. Erik held out his wrists and flicked his tongue over his lips, testing Charles.

With a click and a shaky breath he released Erik's hands, slower than he should have, which incited more whistles.

"Got a soft spot for Great White?" a voice shouted, probably Sean's. Erik smiled as a flustered Charles went down through the office doors.

Erik POV

"So the cop… he's yours?" Shaw asked.

"Mine…" Erik's tone was forward and direct. Shaw simply nodded and said.

"How unfortunate… such pretty eyes too." He smiled at him.

Erik knew there would be a fight in the yard pretty soon, since he had claimed the cop, and killed Casey. He looked forward to it. Right before lunch he was lifting thirty pound barbells in both hands, since there was little else to do. Erik had put on an extra five pounds of muscle one a single day and was proud of it, it would be twenty by the end of two weeks.

Alex had been found out, and Erik finally knew why he got so nervous whenever he made a pass at him. Erik was kind and never got forceful with the young ones, but he protected them like a king. Alex had a fondness for a man named Armando, which everyone called Darwin.

"So you prefer chocolate?" Erik snickered as he continued lifting the barbells. Alex gave a shy smile and said he was a DL.

"Good… hope you enjoy yourself." Erik smiled wider. He missed having books; they were the only thing he had when he was young. He wondered if Charles had any, he seemed the type. He would have to make an arrangement during visiting hours.

Charles POV

He couldn't believe he was capable of losing himself like that. He had gone stiff against him and felt Erik's erection against his own. The orange jumpsuit Erik wore was pulled halfway down and made it difficult to hide his arousal. Charles was luckier and had black pants that hid it. The only person that may have known was Erik, who felt his brush against his own. Charles couldn't believe he had fallen for Erik, if that's what it was… Maybe it was just lust, but Charles couldn't get Erik from his mind. He sat in the front seat of his cruiser and banged his head against the seat.

"Fuck!" He yelled at himself. He felt humiliated and stupid. He knew he shouldn't have touched him and pulled him down to the ground like that. He certainly didn't notice how Erik's voice changed once he realized that it was Charles on top of him. He knew he would have to meet him during visiting hours to figure out if he would plead guilty or not. Charles knew the evidence was stacked against him and it scared Charles. He wondered if he would want to get out and maybe be with Charles; he only hoped that Erik wouldn't be caught for the murder. Charles would try his best to get the heat off Erik so he wouldn't get caught.

Erik POV

Once they made it out to the yard, Erik was on edge. He waited for anyone to come at him, but to his surprise no one had. Erik saw the familiar vehicle by the gate and floored it. In ten long strides he was there.

"Officer!" He shouted with a smile. Charles turned and walked towards him, the wind tousling his hair. His hat blew off ad he chased after it, bent over and retrieved it while Erik gawked.

"Nice arse." He smiled at him. Charles was nervously biting his lip as he walked back over to him, the sun blaring in his eyes making them far brighter. Erik stuck his long tongue at him, testing him. Charles blushed deeper and wanted to kiss him, badly. Erik walked to the corner and Charles followed him on the other side where there was a blind spot from the cameras, of course Erik knew where it was.

"You want this… I know you do." Erik walked and grabbed the chain link fence.

"Yes ok!" Charles shouted, "I didn't think it was possible and now I've fucked everything up!" He shouted at Erik.

"Walking around and throwing yourself at me stupid!" Charles fumed. He was pissed and he couldn't stop the words anymore. The past two days poured from him and he'd had enough.

"Stop harassing me, and leave me alone!" Charles hissed. He didn't know himself right now.

"You want me to take you between the fence?" Erik sly response made Charles blush and gape at him, openmouthed.

"I'd like to feel that pretty mouth too." He clenched the fence tighter and leaned closer.

"Kiss me again…libeling." Erik asked, pleading against the fence.

Charles leaned in and met him, feeling the cold metal around his face as Erik's slender fingers reached for him through the fence, curling in his hair. Erik kissed him much harder this time and Charles could taste copper. He breathed hard into the kiss and Erik thrusted his hips into the fence.

"Oh how cumbersome this fence is." Erik teased and pulled at one of Charles' uniform buttons. Charles gasped and pulled back, while Erik tore the button from his uniform and stuck it in his mouth.

"I have another appointment I must go to; I'll be back during visiting hours okay?" Charles stumbled over the blacktop and made it back to his car.

He was doomed…