Day Seven.

Gerry watched Jonathan work thoughtfully and sat back in his own chair, unchained, relaxed and troubled at the same time. His mind finally felt clear enough to work through everything that had happened since he'd been taken, but there were still too many blanks. He cleared his throat, a light blush sprinkled across his cheeks as he thought about the reason it was slightly aching, before he spoke.

"Where did you find me?"

Jonathan paused in his work, turning around awkwardly to stare at the man before him. "I found you outside that club in the Narrows, Wyatt's I believe it's called?"

Gerry nodded and glanced down, the awkward atmosphere in the room too much to bear. Everyone knew Wyatt's was a gay nightclub and from what had happened a few days ago there was no doubt Jonathan knew what he was. Jonathan clenched his jaw and sat forward. "Look at me."

Gerry glanced up at him obediently, his body aching to move towards him and his fingers ached to touch him again, to taste him again.

"What do you want, right this second?" Jonathan queried, a calm look on his face.

Gerry's mouth ran dry as looked at Jonathan's carelessly pushed back hair, a few strands falling forward, and his throat as he swallowed the crackers he was nibbling on. "I want to be near you."

Jonathan rose and eyebrow and turned around to scribble some notes. "I thought you'd want the crackers."

On cue Gerry's stomach rumbled which led to Jonathan looking over his shoulder with a victorious smirk and pushed the crackers to the side, allowing Gerry to come over and take one. He pushed off the seat and walked towards him slowly, afraid that at any moment Jonathan would turn around and inject him with more toxin, on the other hand he felt a thrill of excitement at the thought. What worried him was the thought of how concentrated the next dosage would be.

In a way he was killing two birds with one stone, he thought. He perched on the edge of the desk and munched on crackers while Jonathan worked and asked him a few questions. Sometimes his answers got a nod, sometimes a lingering stare and sometimes a frown. He'd been untied earlier to use the bathroom and left that way ever since.

"Where did you find me?" Gerry looked down at the chocolate covered cracker in his hand. "Y'know, what was I doing outside?"

"Stumbling mostly." Jonathan murmured almost subconsciously. "Then you sat down in a cardboard box, it was too easy to take you."

"Why did you… I guess that's a stupid question." His cheeks tinged red.

Jonathan stopped working and looked at him with narrowed eyes, a part of him wondering why he hadn't tied him back to the chair. "You like it here." He stated, a hint of confusion in his tone. "Why?"

Gerry shrugged.

Jonathan smirked and leaned forward. "I have many different theories and suggestions of why. Would you like me to humour you?"

Gerry shook his head and spoke softly. "No."

"It could be the fact that I haven't given you the normal reaction you receive when you tell people you're homosexual. Another is that perhaps you're a masochist." Jonathan mused. "It seems more logical now seeing how you reached your climax before."

Gerry's jaw clenched as he looked away and continued eating.

"Perhaps it's an unknown kink you're just finding? I myself don't believe that one but it can't be ruled out. Or maybe you're lonely, and in some sad way you feel as if you can connect to me through the experiments. That's the one I believe the most. What about you, Gerry? Which do you believe?" Jonathan's voice dropped lower at the end, it sent a shiver up Gerry's spine as he licked the chocolate from his fingers.

"What do I think?" He asked meekly.

Jonathan nodded and looked at him as if he were a child. "That's what I asked."

When he got no response Jonathan turned back to his work and had another cracker. Between them they had successfully eaten three quarters of the packet, Jonathan frowned at the thought of having to go out to get more. At the same time he vowed not to let the earlier activity of a few days ago repeat itself so he wouldn't have such a need for the crackers in the same way again.

He looked dully at his fingers as he noticed the index and middle fingers were sticky and smeared with chocolate, he looked around for a handkerchief, scowling when there wasn't one. Instead he opted to lick them and deftly sucked his index finger clean, going to clean the next he found a hand wrapped around his wrist and Gerry staring at him with those shining eyes again.

"Gerry." He warned.

This time Gerry didn't whimper, this time his hazel eyes seemed to glow as they kept contact with Jonathan's and Gerry brought Jonathan's middle finger to his lips. His eyes fluttered closed as he sucked around the digit and licked the chocolate off it, groaning slightly as he did. He began to suck harder, much like he had with a different part of Jonathan's body and Jonathan's eyes widened as the thought stuck out in his head. Weakly he pulled his finger out of Gerry's mouth and was surprised when it slipped out easily. Gerry's eyes sprang open, his pupils blown wide open and some remnants of the chocolate on his lips. He didn't know why, but he was surprised when Gerry launched himself forward and straddled him on the chair, which creaked dangerously under both of their weights.

"You taste so good." Gerry breathed as he watched a flush creep up Jonathan's neck and onto his cheeks.

Jonathan sneered and put his hands on Gerry's chest, trying to create a barrier between them. Not that it matter as Gerry craned his head forward and pressed his lips to Jonathan's.

He'd never been kissed before, was his first thought, and he couldn't help but think of how weird it was. Gerry's tongue forcefully parted the pale pink lips and began licking around, tasting Jonathan and the chocolate spread that coated his tongue. Jonathan growled slightly at the overwhelming taste of Gerry's mouth and decidedly began to suck on his tongue as Gerry tried to lick at his.

It was messy. Jonathan knew that much, yet he couldn't stop. It was too good, the taste of them, the feeling of teeth clinking, lips sliding together and the friction of tongues battling for dominance. His lungs burned slightly as Gerry panted into his mouth, he needed oxygen it seemed, and a part of him felt numbed by the fact he'd even thought that. Never in his life did he ever think he'd be in this situation.

Breathing quietly he broke away, hands settled on Gerry's hips as he pushed him back to rest on his thighs. Gerry's body leaned back as guided, but his head fell forward to press against Jonathan's. Jonathan glared at the stubble that scratched his nose as Gerry turned his head.

"You need to shave."

Efficiently he pushed Gerry from him and on to the desk. He eyed the bathroom he had placed in the small room in the corner disdainfully before taking off his glasses and rubbing his temples.

Gerry sat on the desk obediently, still panting from kiss and watched as Jonathan put his glasses back on and strode towards him on long legs. Thin, pale hands gripped his shoulders tightly and he winced then forced his eyes to meet his captor's.

"You will not try to run." Jonathan growled. "This is a privilege that you will not be allowed often. Do you understand me?"

Gerry cocked his head to the side slightly before slouching, allowing Jonathan to have more height over him and nodded obediently. "Yes."

Jonathan eyed him suspiciously and nodded slightly, his eyes narrowing threateningly as he led him up the stairs of the basement.

Gerry's heart lurched as they reached the top and the heavy wooden door opened with a click and a groan. The hall was bare, he'd expected it to be, and held no traces of photographs or decoration. In a way, it was so Jonathan that he felt a smirk tug at his lips. After a few more turns Jonathan pulled him into an open room and pushed him on to a bed. Gerry felt his softening erection begin to pulse again as Jonathan glared at him hatefully, of course he would know what he was thinking. He knew everything.

The room was plain, the only decoration being the sheets on the bed and the notes sprawled over the desk. Gerry glanced around the room as Jonathan pulled a suitcase from under the bed and threw it open, glaring all the while as he pulled out some random clothing and threw them at him.

"You're going to shower and shave." He said coldly. "If you plan to keep attacking me I would prefer it without the rashes."

Gerry's eyes widened as a blush stained his tanned skin and nodded, his mind whirring in excitement at the prospect of a shower after a week of sitting in his own urine.

"Next door." Jonathan said stiffly as he sat at his desk. "Come back here once you're done. And Gerry, do not make me come and get you."

Gerry nodded and ran out of the room into the next, closing the door after him and not locking it in case Jonathan decided to come and get him.

The bathroom was the most normal room he'd seen so far. Jonathan's bedroom was plain and he could tell he hadn't slept in the bed from the thin layer of dust that arose when he was pushed on to it, but here the room was well cleaned and used regularly. It was stocked with cleaning products, toilet roll, toothpaste and toothbrushes as well as other things. Carefully he sat the folded clothes onto the toilet lid and began stripping himself of his tatty, sweat soaked clothes.

Water trickled down his body and collected into a slight brown pool underneath his feet. It was cold at first and had him shivering until it warmed up, but he didn't mind much, the shower was large enough for him to avoid most of the spray. He used Jonathan's body wash and shampoo, the smell entrapping him into believing Jonathan was there with him. He loved the smell of him, not the body wash or the shampoo, but Jonathan himself. Gerry frowned at the thought and began mumbling to himself.

"You're crazy, Ger." He sighed, tilting his head back and allowing the spray to hit his throat and cascade down his chest. "The guy kidnapped you, tortured you and may still kill you. Yet here you are, panting after him like a dog in heat."

He heard the creak of a chair in the next room and figured Jonathan must be at his desk, good, he wanted more time in the shower anyway. He didn't speak again and let his mind whirl as he continued to wash and preen. Outside he found a clean razor and some soap and began to shave carefully, wincing at how long the hair on his face was. He normally shaved everyday, this was a weeks worth of beard. He looked carefully in the mirror as he lathered his face in soap and stopped when he actually looked at himself.

His normally dull eyes were bright and normal, there were no frown lines on his face and he didn't look like he'd been kept in a basement under some madman's experiments. Instead he looked like he'd gotten some much needed rest and he genuinely looked okay. He hadn't felt okay in a long, long time. He turned his head towards the wall were he knew Jonathan was sitting and tried to force himself to feel something like hate or spite for him but he couldn't. Truthfully he'd wanted to change his life, and here he got more than that. Here he'd seen the world change, change for the better, he became more aware of everything, and that was better than what he hoped to accomplish. He grabbed the clothes Jonathan had given him to wear, eyeing the soft fabric with want as he pat his face dry and wrapped the towel around his waist. He'd just change in the bedroom, he'd been in here a long time already.

He was right, Jonathan was working but not only was he working he was buried in his work. He cleared his throat, making some sort of noise to let Jonathan know he was finished and ready to go back to the basement. Jonathan grunted back, acknowledging the sound but didn't look at him. Gerry watched as Jonathan twisted and turned in the seat, watched his body clench and relax between pauses in his writings. He shook his head, a sort of smile on his face, then pulled the black jumper over his toned torso and tugged the grey sweatpants over his thick thighs.

"Jonathan?" He mumbled, his face breaking out in a blush as he stared at the floor. He'd never used his name before, Jonathan hadn't told him his name, but he wasn't so foolish that he didn't know who this was. It was another reason that Gerry tried to force himself to stop thinking about Jonathan writhing under him.

Jonathan froze too, turning stiffly before regarding him with a vicious glare. "What?"

"May I have some socks?"

Jonathan snarled and wretched opened one of the desk drawers and threw a balled up pair at his chest. The socks pitifully rolled back to Jonathan's side, who didn't notice and began writing and mumbling to himself once again.

"Thank you." Gerry spoke softly and retrieved the socks before sitting on the floor, his back against the desk as he pulled them on.

The carpet below him was comfy and the clothes he wore hugged him, leaving him warm and fuzzy as he sat by Jonathan's feet, a feeling of content washing through him. It was funny, he was miserable when he was alone and independent, now he was content being this man's lab rat. Jonathan's eyes swivelled down to him under his glasses a few times as the hours passed and Gerry sat by his side, staring out at the empty room with curious eyes. Jonathan's stomach growled, making Gerry's lips twitch in amusement, before they dropped to nothing again.

"Can you cook?" Jonathan grunted at him suddenly, making Gerry jump and look at him with a shrug.

"I can survive?" He responded lightly, crossing his arms on his chest and kicking his legs out on the floor.

Jonathan glared and pushed him until he got to his feet. "Can you make soup?"

"Yes." Gerry blinked and watched an expression flicker over Jonathan's face.

"Go then. Kitchen is near the basement door."

Gerry nodded, slightly uneasy at the freedom Jonathan was letting him have. Truth be told Jonathan didn't know why he was doing this either. His jaw clenched as he looked back to his notes. It was clear the next dose of toxin was lethal and would kill Gerry, true he'd become use to the toxin and the effects didn't affect him as much anymore, but the next dose would definitely put him in the ground. Jonathan growled as the thought seemed to bother him and he knew the reason it bothered him was because Gerry didn't bother him. His need for touch and the incidents that had occurred annoyed him yes, but he didn't particularly want to kill him for them.

Another reason was that he needed to test the toxin out on more people, so it seemed logical to get more test subjects and administer them the deadly toxin as they progressed. He didn't want Gerry to have it, he didn't want to kill the only hazel eyed person he'd seen in Gotham city. Besides, the man had his uses, he was better to keep around rather than hiring a few goons. It didn't matter much anyway, he'd be back to tampering and bettering his fear gas soon, then Gerry would have to go for sure.

A knock brought him back to his senses and he watched as Gerry held up a tin of soup. "You only have tins."

"I know." Jonathan growled. "Which is what I asked you to make."

Gerry eyed the tin sceptically. "I thought you meant fresh soup."

"You can make fresh soup?"

Gerry nodded, eyes slightly wild as he took in Jonathan's tousled hair, messy from running his fingers through it too much. Jonathan fixed him with a glare as he noticed the eyes dragging over him.

"Just make the damn soup."

"You shouldn't live off this." Gerry stated firmly as he leaned on the doorframe. "It's not healthy."

"I'm aware." Jonathan seethed. "I'm a doctor, I think I know how to stay healthy."

Gerry eyed him wearily before walking forward slightly. Jonathan's glare stayed on his face as he watched Gerry walk forward and kneel before him. His eyes were bright and shining again, something Jonathan had figured out to be something that happened often when Gerry got close to him. Gerry's hands slipped up to push up Jonathan's worn, baggy jumper, his eyes meeting Jonathan's for permission. He eyed the tightened lips and tensed jaw but was offered no form of refusal. His hands pushed it up until it bunched at Jonathan's arms, Gerry ran his hand over the scars on Jonathan's thin stomach and the slight muscle then frowned as he traced the ribs showing through the skin.

"Are you getting enough protein? Meat in your diet?" He questioned softly.

Jonathan continued to seethe silently, wondering why he hadn't struck out yet. Gerry sighed at the lack of response and continued running his hands softly along the skin.

"You can't keep up your experiments when you drop dead." He muttered before leaning in to place a kiss to the slightly protruding ribs.

Jonathan gasped in response before glaring down. "What do you think you're doing?"

Gerry looked up at him with a deep frown of his own and sighed, eyes showing his inner conflict. "I don't know."

He turned his head back and ran his lips up and down his stomach, kissing where necessary and nipping were he thought appropriate. Jonathan twitched as Gerry continued, tightening his arms to his sides to hold his jumper up as Gerry's warm breath hit his flesh. Giving in he let his head drift back as Gerry's hand ran up his thigh.

"This is becoming a problem." Jonathan spoke loudly. "You're not attracted to me."

Gerry paused before delivering a harsh kiss to his side. "What if I am?"

"It's a case of Stockholm Syndrome." Jonathan ground out as he felt the button of his jeans pop open. "You're desperate for affection and you're getting it through physical contact."

Gerry muffled a chuckle as he pulled down the zipper. "Tell me, Dr Crane." He felt Jonathan's hips twitch a little then freeze. "Do you know what you've done for me here?"

Jonathan's hips were shifted until his jeans could be pulled to his mid thigh, he hissed as his backside hit the cold wood of the chair. "No, but I could probably figure it out if I wanted."

Gerry nodded against his stomach as he kissed it and wrapped a hand around Jonathan's hardening cock. "You could, Scarecrow." Again Jonathan's hips twitched up helplessly. "Or I could tell you."

Jonathan pushed his hips slightly with the movements of Gerry's hand and glared at the man. "Hurry up, your mouth could be put to better use."

Gerry flushed red in embarrassment and want. "You've saved me. Whether you like it or not you did. I've been so lonely, looking for something to live for, looking for something to change my life. And you did. You changed it, you made me more aware of everything and how useless everyday life is when the goal at the end of the day is to have more money and to be miserable."

Jonathan groaned as Gerry stopped to lick a trail up his chest and let his other hand begin to roll Jonathan's balls in it.

"If I were to leave here now I'd do what I wanted to do. I'd forget about money, jobs and social interactions. What society wants us to do or the way it wants us to behave. I'd do what I want." Gerry's voice took on more force as he tightened his grip on Jonathan's cock and pumped it harder. Jonathan gasped in response and grit his teeth, Gerry leaned forward and licked a hot trail up the underside, tracing the vein with his tongue before sucking the weeping head into his mouth and letting it go again. "And I want to thank you for showing it to me. When I thought I was going to die I became so aware of everything. I traced every detail of that room and your body that I could see, and for a moment I could feel everything I ever truly loved doing. I could feel the sand beneath my feet from my favourite beach. I could see my best achievements, things I'd never even thought twice of before. And it's all because of you. Now tell me I'm not attracted to you."

Jonathan stared down in shock as Gerry kept eye contact and sucked Jonathan down his throat again.

"You're not." He gasped. "Attracted to me."

Gerry pulled off and Jonathan cursed. "Why? Because you're a criminal? Because you're insane? Because you're a murderer? Because no one has ever been attracted to the Scarecrow before? Believe me Jonathan, I think plenty of people have been attracted to you. Sane or not."

Jonathan eyes rolled back and he bit his lip as Gerry continued stroking. Gerry's smirk turned into a smile when he saw Jonathan's features completely relax, for once they weren't tensed or stretched instead they were relaxed and loose. Jonathan's eyes shot open when Gerry sucked him back into his mouth and down his throat, setting a slow pace with deep sucks that had Jonathan writhing.

When Gerry reached the top of his cock he pulled off and gave it a few quick licks. "You're beautiful." He murmured before sucking him back in slowly and massaging his balls roughly. Jonathan moaned out and felt his muscles clench in the oncoming orgasm.

"But I'm not homosexual." He ground out, his eyes became fierce as they watched the ceiling, at a particular rough suck they connected with Gerry's and they softened. Gerry's eyes shone and were defiant as he stared back. An obvious message of I don't care being shot back at him. At that defiance Jonathan's hands shot to Gerry's light brown hair to hold on as he came hard. He grunted, his hips weakly stuttering forward as Gerry closed his eyes and moaned around him, swallowing around the cock still buried deep within his throat.

"You haven't tried it." Gerry said in hoarse voice before he grabbed the tin of soup beside him and left for the kitchen, ignoring his own erection that tented out of his sweats.

Jonathan glared at the doorway and swept his notes onto the ground as a shout of rage escaped him. This was becoming complicated and his experiment was starting to fuck with his mind. How did the tables turn?

Day Thirteen.

Jonathan woke up on the hard metal desk of the basement and glared hatefully at the bowl of steaming soup and little bread roll sitting beside him. Gerry had been upstairs without his permission and for a fleeting moment he readied himself to race to find the escaped experiment. When the sleep haze lifted however he berated himself as he listened to the soft snores come from the chair in the middle of the room and dipped the bread roll into the soup. It was slightly warm, a surprising detail since he usually woke up to cold meals, and he devoured the bread roll that had previously been in the freezer. Begrudgingly he praised Gerry slightly at the taste of the soup, granted it was tinned soup, but Gerry had added a few things to it to make it taste nicer and he devoured that quickly too.

He watched un-amused as the chair squeaked beneath Gerry who twisted and turned in his sleep trying to get comfortable. Without a moment of hesitation Jonathan threw a heavy pen at the man and smirked when he yelped and sat up.

"What'd I do?" Gerry rubbed his eyes tired and got up, padding over to Jonathan who tried to hide his amusement under a scowl. It wasn't working. "You like the soup?"

Jonathan ignored the question and glared. "You were upstairs without my permission."

"I make you soup every day at one pm. I didn't want to break the habit because you were asleep." Gerry shrugged before biting his lip and taking a change. He leaned down, putting both hands on the armrests of the chair and leaned in close to Jonathan's face. "Would you like to punish me?"

Jonathan's face changed into an expression of shock and Gerry's own eyes widened as he saw a flick of want there. Jonathan scowled and pushed him away. "Don't be so stupid."

"Jonathan, you've been working for thirteen hours straight." He deadpanned and watched as Jonathan froze. "You warned me to tell you when you were over doing it."

"This isn't over doing it." Jonathan smirked as he mixed two chemicals together, frowned at the lack of reaction and wrote down some notes before pouring the new combined liquid into a vial and labelled it. "This needs tested."

Gerry tensed up before relaxing, Jonathan had been doing that for the past few days, mumbling about new tests and experiments. "Then why don't you test it on me?"

"No." Jonathan growled before stilling. Gerry watched, intrigued as Jonathan stiffly stood, slightly bent as his arms rested on the table and pushed his notes to the floor.

Gerry immediately bent down to pick up the pages, trying to catch them in the order they fell so they wouldn't be too messed up. He'd remembered Jonathan's rage last week when he couldn't figure out the order of the pages and it had taken him an hour to do so.

"Stop that." Jonathan snapped, bending down to snatch the pages out of Gerry's grip who glared back.

"You need to control your temper, Doctor." Gerry growled. "Doing this in a fit of rage just leads to you being snappy for days."

"I can be snappy if I wish to be." Jonathan snarled throwing the pages behind him and pushing Gerry down to the floor. Jonathan put his body between the splayed legs and growled. "You're getting too confident, Gerry. Are you so sure that I won't kill you?"

Gerry snarled back and gripped Jonathan's shoulders, pulling him down so they were face to face. "It's you who is letting me become so confident, Jonathan. And I couldn't care if you shoved everything you have in me right now."

Gerry pressed his neck against the syringe Jonathan pressed against him, daring Jonathan to do it with his eyes. Jonathan didn't know how it happened, if it was the heat of Gerry's body against his own, the experiences they'd fumbled through or the words that had been circling in his mind since last week, You haven't tried it, or the double meaning Gerry had just used that made him do it. Jonathan slammed his lips into Gerry's, groaning immediately as the mouth opened to greet him with a soft, wanting tongue. Jonathan pushed his own forward, tangling it with Gerry's and pushing it further into Gerry's mouth to claim it. His hips pushed forward too, rubbing his growing erection against Gerry's, who let out a guttural moan into his mouth. The syringe clattered to the floor.

Jonathan growled, the sound bouncing around the empty basement, as he parted their bodies a little to bare their lower halves enough to get what he wanted. Gerry gasped and broke apart their lips, throwing his head back as he was dominated.

"Jonathan." He groaned. "You don't have to ung!"

Jonathan looked at him smugly as he licked his hand and wrapped it around Gerry's thick cock, tugging it harshly much like he'd done to him. Gerry was writhing, his legs kicking out and his hands holding onto Jonathan's shoulders, his shirt, his sides, anywhere he could get a grip of. They both ignored the soup bowl as Gerry kicked the desk and it fell and smashed beside them. Gerry ignored everything around him, specifically the cold, hard floor of the basement as Jonathan brought their cocks together in his hand and tugged them at the same time.

"Oh fuck, Jonathan." He moaned shamelessly.

Jonathan looked down at him, watching his face as it twisted in pleasure and let out a few quiet moans himself. He leaned down carefully, allowing the cocks in his hand to brush repeatedly against his stomach, adding more friction and stimulation, to lick a hot trail up Gerry's neck and onto his face. Gerry groaned as Jonathan became rougher and more predatory.

"Call me Scarecrow." He growled out roughly as he let one of his rough thumbs circle around their joined heads.

Gerry was never one to disappoint, and Jonathan smiled darkly as he noticed just how responsive Gerry was and how vocal he was, how eager he was to please him.

"I, I can't." Gerry whimpered, much to Jonathan's scorn. That is until he continued. "I can't hold on."

Jonathan leaned down again to lick and whisper in his ear. "Let go for me, Gerry. Let go."

Gerry moaned loudly and thrust upwards, eyes rolling back as he felt his cock hit Jonathan's stomach and felt Jonathan's own cock thrust against him. "S-Scarecrow." He moaned quietly.

Jonathan moaned and bit into his neck. "Again." He began to stroke harder.

"Scarecrow!" Gerry moaned as his cock twitched and he thrust harder and faster into Jonathan's hand. "Oh God, Scarecrow. Scarecrow. Jonathan!"

Jonathan's eyes squeezed closed as he felt Gerry orgasm against his stomach and his cum trickle down his hand, adding more sensation as he stroked himself and came with Gerry's whispered name on his tongue. He collapsed on to the muscled body below him, panting roughly as he felt a hand stroke his sweat slicked back comfortingly.

"I thought you weren't gay." Gerry grunted out. "That certainly wasn't something a straight man does."

Jonathan pushed himself up onto his arms, which shook with the effort, and glared at the panting man below him. "I'm not gay." He spoke with dignity and pushed himself up on to wobbly legs. "I just am." His stomach grumbled slightly, he wanted crackers again.

"I'm hungry." Gerry spoke out to the room, echoing his thoughts.

Jonathan glared at him suddenly. "Go get the crackers."