A/N: This part is VERY EXPLICIT!
Safely confined back in his cellblock, Edward cursed his body bitterly.
The symptoms for this sudden false heat were beginning to hit hard, and the Riddler had doubled over in pain. As the wave of sickness subsided for the moment, replaced by an overwhelming urge to fan himself crazy as his blood seemed to boil a bit more, Edward stood up from his previous crouched position on the floor and glanced shyly among the lone space of his shared cell with Crane.
The doctors, orderlies, and guards had no idea that the Riddler and Scarecrow were secretly mated. They assumed many things of the two psychopaths – of which only a few were actually true. Except for the sharp wits of the Arkham director, a fine psychologist by the name of Joan Leland – "Doctor, if you please" – who had only scratch the brief surface of the two men's in-separateness and unusual devotion to one another, and had gain the actuality that they were in fact a bonded pair.
Looking at the shared bunk bed bolted tightly to the floor and half smashed against the wall, Edward tugged at the bottom bunk's mattress, swearing as he pulled it off and onto the floor of the cell. He pushed it against the cold concrete floor until it rested in the upper left corner of the room before he spun around to reach for the fallen tattered blankets that lay in a discarded pile on the floor.
His attempts at collecting the soiled rags were cut short as he found himself face-to-face with his alpha.
The close approximation of the alpha in the room caused Edward to sag a bit. A slick trail of wetness trickled down from his backside, and he watched timidly as Crane closed his eyes and inhaled the rich musky scent now beginning to clog the room.
"So it's true then," he whispered, "A phantom heat."
Crane stalked forward but Edward ignored him, choosing instead to scoop up the thin blankets from the ground. Cradling the blankets in his arms Edward turned away from the alpha in the room.
Instantly he was slammed against the opposite wall and his groan was amplified in the small cell. He immediately dropped the coverlets and pressed his hands against the cold stone while strong arms encased his smallish frame.
He felt a somewhat primal growl rumble against the shell of his ear, and Edward struggled a bit in the embrace.
Fingers dug greedily against his hipbone, and Edward could feel Crane's body folded up against his own. There was a hint of arousal from his alpha but Edward continued to struggle against being pinned to the wall.
The tip of a tongue, however, touched the side of his neck and the Riddler felt his entire body jolt with pleasure.
He sagged almost boneless against the wall and the arms suddenly released their hold on him, causing him to yelp as he crashed face-first onto the mattress. Wincing as his elbows took much of the collateral damage, Edward struggled to rise to his feet. A sharp knee pressed against his lower back, however, keeping him in place.
His earlier symptoms were beginning to return and his body suddenly felt afire. His own arousal was becoming hot and hard inside his trousers and the knee kept pressing him firmer against the mattress. Delicious friction rubbed against his throbbing member and Edward moaned at the sensation. He continued to struggle, however, to his feet but the knee kept him firmly in place.
Edward snarled and thrashed underneath the pressure. "Let me go!" He snapped irritably.
Crane pressed his knee even harder into the small back of the Riddler. "Not until you explain yourself. And why you're going through this phantom heat."
"As if I have a fucking choice!" Edward spat before he clammed up and became silent despite his pathetic attempts to knock Crane's knee away.
"Jervis mentioned that a phantom heat could be brought on by an omega becoming territorial and even a bit jealous." Edward stiffened at the mention of other omega and his struggles waned for the moment. Crane smirked knowingly. "You wouldn't be jealous of Jervis now would you, Eddie? He's really not my cup of tea."
"He could be," Edward snapped, breaking his short silent tirade. "Why don't you go assault him?"
Crane snarled and folded his own body overtop of the Riddler's. His hands bore down heavily against the side of Edward's head, and Crane breathed deeply against the back of the other's neck. His breath became labored and his own arousal, nestled against the clothed outline of his omega's ass, stiffened, and he could feel the dampness leaking from the other's trousers.
His eyes dilated slightly at the feeling and Crane growled from deep within his throat. Edward's body automatically responded to the growl with a deep shiver and more slick wetness sweeping out.
Swiftly Crane pulled his hands away from beside Edward's head and fumbled with the elastic lining of his Arkham orange uniform pants. Clumsily he managed to pull them and his underwear down so they lay pooled around his ankles. Dimly he removed his partner's own pants and undergarments, and could see the self-lubrication spreading out of his omega's ass – preparing itself for its alpha's knot.
"You are a fool Nigma," Crane whispered huskily, lining up his swelling cock against the Riddler's very damp ass. He spread the other's cheeks briefly before plunging deeply into the thick, tight, and wet heat. He gave a small of groan of gratitude towards the heavens while Edward screamed beneath him.
He pushed forward, ignoring the small cries that spilled from his omega as his cock broke through tight rings of muscle, until he was completely sheathed inside the other's body. Only then did he stop his ministrations.
Edward huffed underneath him. Tiny tears had trickled down from the corner of his eyes but he ignored them. He knew that his alpha could sometimes get rough within the act of becoming intimate but the pleasure would usually outweigh the pain once the alpha started moving. He wiggled his hips suggestively but Crane refused to budge.
Sighing deeply Edward finally let the fight leave his body. He fell lax upon the mattress.
"You're right, Jonathan," he admitted softly, "This heat, or phantom heat, whatever, was brought on by my jealousy." He angled his buttocks upwards a bit and half-moaned at the slight pressure piercing his aching hole. "Jervis is new and younger-looking, and you seemed to hit it off so well with him, well I-I just naturally assumed you would want to claim someone like him who is more detailed at being a perfect little omega," he continued.
Crane chuckled dryly. "Fear of abandonment, how touching."
"You always know my faults, Doctor."
Crane laughed. He pulled out, slightly, before shoving back in, over and over again until Edward was screaming underneath him with raw animalistic pleasure. Crane's hands reached out until they interlocked with the Riddler's own and he squeezed them tightly while his mouth sucked eagerly at the other's exposed collarbone. Teeth pressed down, hard, and broke skin while the merciless thrusts became even more erratic and unstable.
Blood ran down the Riddler's neck and Crane licked the copper flavor away. He pressed his mouth even harder against the other's newly formed contusion mark and smirked at the bitter cry that escaped the pinned man. He surged forward, altering his hips until their bodies were pressed so tightly together that there was no warning as a flash of intense pleasure befell both of them.
Edward panted breathlessly, his mouth hung open as he tried to gulp down fresh air. Behind him Crane sagged almost boneless, his knot keeping the two pressed together. A sudden eerie calmness washed over the two, and they slumped together on the mattress. Riddler felt himself drifting towards slumber and he managed to pull his arms free from Crane's grip so he could cradle his head on top of them…