He pushed a hand behind him and slammed the door shut, listening to a satisfying grind of metal nerves as their only portal of escape clamped itself shut, protecting him from interruption and his little "friend" from rescue. As a twisted sort of favor, he finally released the Warden from his grip - but not without forcefully pushing him against what could best be described as a militant's mattress. "Strip. You have two minutes while I prepare." He wandered off toward a private washroom at a smart pace.

Warden looked around the room, trying to brush off the feeling of dread he kept getting. He rubbed his wrist, glaring down at the bracelet. "This is all your fault," he scowled before he decided to start removing his jacket.

Really, though, Warden had little reason to have a problem with this. His future self wasn't planning on killing him, after all and the sex was more than likely going to be amazing.

The last thing he removed were his gloves as he awkwardly sat on the bed, waiting for his future self.

Little time was spared between the Warden sitting and his future version's return, the door to the washroom suddenly sliding open to reveal him, also bared before the rest of the world that was his bedroom. He shone like a star, and not because he was clean, but because of the pride of dominance that surrounded him in the air. "Such an obedient little...device..."

Warden couldn't help but stare again. Sure, he'd seen himself naked plenty of times before, but this was different. His future self was just, well, better. He crossed his arms at the "device" comment and tried to fight the heated coloring in his cheeks. "Whatever." He looked away.

If anything, this only inflated the future warden's ego, as though it weren't over sized all ready. It even went so far as to puff up his superiority complex, adding up to his strut as he made his way over to the bed in long, measured steps.

"Well," he said, sporting the glory that was the percentage between his legs, "this is where you stop being a device for one moment in your pathetic life." Stark nakedness was upheld with a wave of confidence. "and you start being a toy."

Warden crawled backwards over the bed, the other's intimidating stature making him second guess himself for ever thinking this was a good idea. The more his future self talked, the less Warden felt like himself. He wasn't going to be able to talk his way out of this one. "I'm not a toy," Warden managed to say, barely looking up at his future self.

"You'll feel quite differently, I'm sure," his future self assured him, crawling on to the bed into his path, holding himself deftly up as he crawled over Warden's legs. He planned to pin him, and it would appear that he was succeeding, as it was only a matter of seconds before he was up over him entirely. "That is...once I've begun to play with you."

Warden made a small sound in the back of his throat now that his future self was on top of him. He didn't want to admit to himself how much this was turning him on. It wasn't like the future warden couldn't already tell. Warden's cheeks were colored even brighter now. "I guess...I'm okay with that..." he laughed weakly.

The future warden indulged himself, brushing his lips just briefly over the virgin skin of Warden's cheek. "Oh, petty thing..." he whispered in that same baritone ash is hands began to trail over the naked thighs he straddled, "You laugh even when you're afraid? How droll...I prefer you so much more when you're begging me to stop!"

All at once, he forced himself onto him, violently capturing the lips of his younger self and pouring what hate he had into delivering a raw demon's kiss. With the force, his hips pressed against Warden's, something more growing between them, than just this twisted, affective intimacy.

Warden muffled a cry of surprise at the rough kiss, his hands coming up quickly to push his older self off of him. It wasn't exactly working, his body shuddering at the contact and his mind reeling. The future warden was much stronger than he was. He could hear his heart thundering in his chest, but his fear was interrupted by the lust created once he felt the heat in his face travel lower between them.

A low moan pealed out of him like the tolling of a giant bell. His finger's gripped to his subordinate self's flesh as he began wrenching his legs apart; his eyes beheld the wonderment of Warden's sex - untouched, unenhanced - still this virginal thing from years passed. All the while, that leering grin stayed on his face and widened further as he began to rub his own erect phallus on his captive's inner thigh, nearing the bridge of his legs and groaning his pleasure again. His breath passed once more to the side of the younger's face, giving it a sheen of moist heat.

The rising part of Warden's anatomy suddenly caught the rising part of the future warden's attention, his eyes shifting down to lay upon it as thought it were completely fascinating. Though, to him, maybe it was. So much so that he let his own fingers drift away from his hardened person and begin to pet that of the man beneath him, fingers surprisingly gentle in view of all the bruises his manhandling had left behind.

Warden gasped, embarrassed with himself from just how easily he was affected by the other's actions. He had to admit, though, his future self must have know a hell of a lot more than he did in this department. Warden bit his lip, stifling a moan while his older self rubbed up against him. He could feel his own erection growing all the more, his entire body flushed. He was not used to the act at all.

The rising part of Warden's anatomy suddenly caught the rising part of the future warden's attention, his eyes shifting down to lay upon it as though it were completely fascinating. Though, to him, maybe it was. So much so that he let his own fingers drift away from his hardened person and began to pet that of the man beneath him, fingers surprisingly gentle in view of all the bruises his man handling left behind. For just a moment, he was almost himself, handling it like a rose as he ran the digits up the standing stem of flesh. He humphed back a laugh; his past self would undoubtedly be easy.

"Hey-" Warden heard himself squeak out, clearing his throat instantly afterwards as he lifted a hand to cover his mouth. It would be best to shut up and not piss his future self off, but he was starting to feel weird about the whole thing. Warden shuddered again, his other's more talented, experienced fingers leaving him lost in the feeling. He didn't want it to stop, but it was hard to understand his future self's motives.

A scowl not quite as ugly as before, but still rather frightening as it was, met with Warden's eyes, but his manhood was not released right away. "Since you enjoy opening your mouth so much..." within a split second, the future warden had let go of Warden's member and was standing upright on his knees and climbing off the bed, growling and dragging the submissive off after him by his hair. He threw him unceremoniously onto the floor once he was standing and snarled again. "Maybe I should put something else in it!"

Warden winced, hissing through his clenched teeth in pain at the treatment. He sat up, a little shaky as he looked up at the future warden. He thought about glaring at him, but a lot of good that'd do him. "I'm sorry," he muttered, rubbing at his sore head and hoping the apology, however forced, would somewhat calm his other self's wrath. Working in a prison for so long, Warden had a good idea of what his future self was threatening him with. Honestly, he would rather pass on that particular act.

"Oh, the time for apologies was over years ago," the future warden snapped,, almost lovingly threading his fingers through the other man's hair. "I think you'll find this much more enjoyable..." he trailed off as he grasped his own dick in his hand, no softer than it had been barely half a minute before and held it out to him. "If you cooperate."