Justin's back tensed as the office door locked behind him. This was entirely too resonant of his trips to the warden's office at the prison. The roles had changed... but had they really? Justin looked around the office. It was compact, and yet there was plenty of free space to move about freely. A sofa rested against the sidewall and a small bar along the other. Justin could only imagine the activities Brian engaged in when in here with someone. "A locked door? Is that really necessary, Brian?"

"I think so," Brian responded blandly. He inwardly berated himself as he watched how his answer evoked even more tension in the clearly uptight little blond. It was so hard to make the switch from warden with this man. The power he'd held over him just a short time ago had been immense... and now it was gone, at least physically. Brian wasn't certain he didn't still possess it on an emotional level. As much as that thought had appealed to him, Brian wasn't certain he wanted Justin coming to him based on that. He was determined that Justin came to him with the same blinding lust he felt for him - Brian was relatively certain he would have that, and he hoped he had that tonight.

"Always so plentiful with explanations..." Justin returned derisively; he refused to show any fear toward this man that no longer held his life in his hands. The tables had balanced. Justin needed to keep that in mind. Giving Brian that full level of power once more would be his ultimate downfall. He had promised himself that wouldn't happen.

Brian gestured to the seat across from his desk. He didn't want Justin on the couch just yet. They had things to discuss first... and then, things could progress. Until then, the distance would be the only thing that would keep his hands off him. As he looked at the entirely too beautiful boy, Brian wasn't certain that would even be enough. "Sit down." Brian averted his gaze from Justin and glanced toward the bar. "Can I get you a drink?"

Taking the offered seat, Justin shook his head. "No thanks. I'd rather get this finished quickly."

Nodding, Brian agreed, but for an altogether different reason. He undeniably wanted the drama of Justin's anger locked into the past. Until that was resolved, they couldn't move forward. He sat down behind his desk; Brian effected a relaxed pose, knowing being authoritative with this man in this new setting wasn't the way to proceed. That was - not if he wanted to pursue a renewed acquaintance with him on a much more personal level. Brian wanted that badly... and he knew it wouldn't be a one-night interlude. His gut told him it would be much more enduring. He wanted that night to begin tonight. "I agree. Justin, I understand you have some ambivalent feelings toward me. I'd really like to discuss those, and hopefully deal with them as well."

"Ambivalent?" Justin repeated. "Yeah. I guess you could call it that."

Brian smirked. "I will take ambivalence over malevolent... especially in your case."

Justin snorted. "Hmph. I did hate you - a lot. But I ended up more confused about you." He looked at Brian in what was a studied assessment, his questions still finding no answers. "I still feel the same."

"Confused how?" Brian asked, leaning back in his chair; despite his deep desire to lunge at the blond, he also wanted to resolve any mixed feelings Justin was having. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that was all that held him back. Brian didn't intend to let the animosity grow deeper. That would only push him into Brandon's willing arms... and that was a reality he couldn't accept.

"Okay, we didn't get off to a good start; I guess that's normal under the circumstances." Justin looked accusingly at Brian for a long, silent moment. "We both know that you crossed lines in your dealings with me. I have to wonder if you always single out one prisoner for your work-time pleasures..." Justin's tone was snide, instantly he knew he had scored a direct hit when the rage darkened Brian's face. But it was his eyes that told him the most. His accusation had been incorrect; a part of him had known that as he'd spoken the words, and yet, he still couldn't resist plunging that knife into him.

"Perhaps I deserve that; whether or not that is the case, you couldn't be more wrong..." Brian bit out his response. "You are unique in regard to me so devoutly pursuing a prisoner. That is a line that I don't cross. However, you were far too appealing. I couldn't help myself."

"I guess that's meant to be some sort of compliment?"

Brian nodded. "More than you know." Fixing a hard stare on the blond, Brian intended to be completely honest. He wanted no subterfuge between them... regardless if it slowed down his determined pursuit. "I need to be clear about one thing, Justin; I make no apologies for my actions in the final days of your incarceration. I did what I had to do - not only to keep the other prisoners safe, but you as well. Given the same set of circumstances, I would make the same decisions - no matter how vested I was personally in you as a man."

"Well, that's blunt..." Justin muttered. "That being the case, I see nothing for us to talk about." Justin stood to his feet, at this moment, wanting nothing more than to get away from Brian. Nothing had changed between them. Brian was still the controlling presence that wanted to overtake him. He didn't think that would ever change... and he didn't intend to live that way.

"Stop being such a princess, and hear me out." Brian stood from behind the desk; he continued to maintain his distance - Brian knew better than to get within touching distance. If he touched him now - anger or lust-driven, stopping would be near impossible. The last thing he needed was any further rebellion in his hot-tempered blond.

Justin's hands flailed in the air as he turned to face the glowering warden. "What's to hear? By your own admission, you just told me that you would seclude me in that horrid isolation again... and that you would have no remorse in doing so. I think that sums everything up very well."

"I never once said that placing you in solitary was an easy thing to do - believe me when I say that it wasn't." Brian took in a deep breath before quickly releasing it. "Put yourself in my position for just a minute. Think back to the incidents I was incurring on a daily basis, at times - more than once a day; you had become the cell block's drug of choice. They would have done anything to get at you. I think you know that as well." Brian's eyes were wild with remembered anger and concern as he thought back to each incident. The boy had no idea how lucky he had been. "Imagine if word got out about your release. What the fuck do you think would have happened to your sweet little ass?"

He forced himself not to shudder; Justin wasn't ready to admit that in regard to that - Brian was correct on all counts. He had been fortunate to escape them. Realistically, he doubted the warden could have protected him indefinitely. He could only do so much, and he couldn't be there all the time. Solitary was undoubtedly his only choice. But that wasn't what hurt the most. Brian needed to understand that. "Brian, you just don't get it. This goes deeper than you placing me in solitary. Perhaps I get why you had to do that - at least I do now, but it isn't what hurt me the most."

Brian gritted his teeth. Hurt. That meant feelings. God, he didn't want to get into that minefield. He didn't do feelings, or emotions of any kind; well, he didn't until this little blond was dropped into his life. Brian was swiftly realizing there was much he hadn't done in his life before Justin... things that weren't nearly as abhorrent now. He kept his distance, but he allowed his eyes to skate over Justin. He wanted him so fucking much. Resolving this rift that existed between them was more important to him than he cared to admit. Brian's voice was husky, when he told him, "Justin, I never meant to hurt you. All I wanted was to keep you safe. When I discovered you were to be vindicated, all that mattered was that you walked out of my prison in the same perfect condition as when you arrived."

Perfect condition, Justin thought? Was that how Brian saw him? Perfect?? "Brian, I get that you were doing your job. What's hard for me to take is how much I trusted you, only to be made to feel like you were pushing me away like forgotten rubbish. I- I mean, why couldn't you have told me what was going on?" Justin's voice began to break in his remembered distress. "How could you send me into that place, with no thought of when I would get out, not to mention why!? Those nights were so dark. All I had was my thoughts. And they weren't pleasant!" Justin ran a ragged hand through his hair. "God! I hated you so much!"

"I know you did, Justin... and letting you go on like that was the hardest thing I've ever done. I really hope you believe that - if nothing else." Brian showed a glimmer of remorse in his eyes. As much as he couldn't regret placing Justin in solitary, he did wish he had felt more secure about confiding in him. But seeing Justin standing before him now, safe and completely unharmed, he couldn't regret that part of his decision either. "Justin, I never meant to belittle the time we'd spent together. To me, we had only been getting started; I thought I was more than clear on that. I couldn't risk anyone overhearing a conversation by telling you, nor could I disclose it in front of the guards. I am realistic. As much as I loathe the thought of it ever coming into my prison - corruption does exist. I wasn't about to take that chance with you."

Justin took a step back as his eyes took in the sincerity in Brian's gaze. He couldn't believe it, and yet, he did. Brian hadn't brushed him aside - even if only for the moment - nor had he meant to hurt him. Everything he had done had been to protect him. Although he would never approve of his decision, he began to understand it more when looking at it from Brian's perspective. As the warden, Brian had been in a difficult position. He had acted in a professional manner, perhaps not entirely objective, but he had taken the necessary steps to protect the other prisoners, and himself. It was difficult to continue faulting him for that. Justin wasn't about to give in so easily, though. This man had disappointed him too much; he was afraid to jump into the fire again so soon. "Well... I still think you could have found a way to let me know."

"Not without compromising the safety of the prison, the prisoners... and in particular - you." Brian's nostrils flared as he spoke; he refused to acknowledge any wrongdoing in his actions. Regardless of how callous his actions may have been - he had done what had been necessary to keep everyone safe. That was all that mattered. "I think when you think it through, you will realize I did what had to be done. It was unfortunate that I had to be silent, but it was with the best of intentions."

He wasn't about to tell Brian that he more clearly understood the position he had been in as the warden. That didn't matter now. His hurt feelings seemed very small in comparison to the big picture of things. Uncertain of where he wanted to go with his new realizations, Justin merely shrugged his shoulders indifferently, before sarcastically muttering, "So, is this where I say all is forgiven, and fall blindly into your arms..."

"You smart-mouthed little fucker..." Brian growled, his steps taking him within touching distance of the blond. He had laid it all out for the boy, and he answered by mocking him? No, Brian thought to himself. It was time to take a step back and return to their previous roles. As he met the challenging stare in Justin's eyes, Brian made an instant realization, whether Justin knew it or not - Justin wanted to return to those days. He craved how he had made him feel in the prison. Helpless, yet under his warden's watchful, and lustful eyes. "I think it's time you made better use of that mouth, other than baiting me with it." Brian's eyes slid down Justin's body, his head turning to peer behind him. "Especially that hot little ass."

Justin quirked a taunting brow. He wasn't afraid of the warden, even if he had reverted back to his more domineering self. Whether he liked to admit it or not, that Brian turned him on, his cock that now quickened in his pants irrefutably told him that. He wanted this man; in truth, he had always wanted him. At this moment, Justin found the future or even tomorrow insignificant. All that mattered was the last bit of unfinished business between them. Maybe he could walk away in the morning; either way, he knew he couldn't move on until he finished what they had started. Justin could see that Brian was about to lunge; the lust in Brian's eyes was apparent, as was the stiffness in his body. Tonight was the night... but he didn't see any harm in playing with the nearly uncontrollable warden a bit more. He realized that could be a mistake... but there was a part of him that just couldn't resist. "Maybe I should just go find Brandon... he couldn't have gotten too far yet."

Brian hissed in a jealous rage. In an instant, his hands reached out to clasp Justin's shoulders; in a sudden motion, he moved them both forward until Justin's back was against the door. Brian fitted his hard, and entirely too needy body, into Justin's, reveling at how perfectly they fit together. The boy seemed to have been made for him. He had felt that from the first moment he'd touched him. What that meant, he had no idea. One thing was certain, though; Brandon wouldn't be claiming what belonged to him. "Now is the time to stop fucking with me, Justin. I'm warning you now. Don't mention Brandon or any other man again tonight."

Nearly drowning in the painful need in Brian's eyes, Justin nodded his agreement. He could understand that. Justin knew he couldn't stand the thought of Brian with another man either. He wondered if that would be more intense in the morning... or if he could walk away and attempt to piece this all out. Justin didn't have a chance to respond to Brian's demands. Quicker than he could blink an eye, Brian's mouth swooped down and captured his; a moan tore from his throat as the immense feelings of possession overwhelmed him. There was no other way to describe Brian's kiss. He felt possessed. And he wanted more. So much more.

Brian's hands slid down to sink into the mounds of Justin's ass. Fuck! He couldn't wait to get his dick inside of him. At this moment, he wasn't sure he could wait until he got him back to the loft. One thing was for certain - they needed to leave now. His teeth tugged on Justin's lower lip, his tongue spearing swiftly inside; Brian quickly mapped out the inside of Justin's mouth, much resonant of what he intended for his cock to be doing very soon. His breathing was ragged when he pulled his lips free, his eyes were wild as he took in the flushed and clearly aroused face of the beautiful blond.

"Let's go..." Brian demanded. "This has gone on long enough."

"Taking a lot for granted... aren't you, Warden Kinney?" Justin provokingly taunted him, only after regaining his own breath.

"Cut the shit, Taylor. You want me just as much as I want you. There's never been a doubt where this had to end. Now, what's your answer? Are you going home... or are you coming with me?" Brian's eyes drilled into the lust-blown, blue eyes; ones that weren't near as cocky as they tried to appear.

Justin swallowed; there had never been a doubt of how this night would end from the moment he'd agreed to listen to Brian. He'd known it, and yet, he'd still come with him. This was meant to be. He might feel differently tomorrow, but for tonight, he would belong to Brian. "I'm coming with you, Brian."

"Good boy..." Brian growled, before leading him out the back entrance. When they reached his Vette, Brian took a bite and licked a long stripe down Justin's neck. "I'm going to fuck you so mother fucking hard. It won't be once, or even twice. I'm going to fuck you - all night long."

TBC