Disclaimer:

I don't own any characters here, save for ones you don't recognize. Just so you know.

AN: Feel free to review. NeuroxYako, so if you don't like, you might want to leave.

Rated T for some risqué stuff, and just to be safe. This is just a small collection of drabbles I wrote(and will write) when the mood strikes. No specific order.

Enjoy.

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"Mr. Nougami, are you feeling alright?"

The voice is sweet and gentle, as a tender caress falls over his bare chest in a sweeping gesture. Large, brown doe eyes stare up at him with an innocence that's, all together, almost untainted.

Almost.

The amount of cleavage she had was completely inappropriate for the profession she was dressed for, and the thigh-highs were prominently displaying the garter belts that held them up beneath the short skirt. The bodice itself was more forming fitting than was probably legal, and those pearl-white Prada pumps (nothing but the best, of course) made her slender legs seem deliciously longer.

Nurse Yako was definitely a force Neuro was happy to reckon with.

But, at the moment, his assistant face was on, feigning nervousness and uncanny naivety. "No, Miss Nurse, I seem to be a little tied up."

The smile on the woman's face was pleasant, but underneath was a predatory glint that pleased him greatly. She was getting bolder, straddling his hips, and running her fingers over the restraints holding his wrists to the arm rests of the chair. "My, my, Mr. Nougami. I'm sorry, but it's for your own good..."

"But, Nurse-"

"It'll help my observations, Mr. Nougami, if you are restrained."

Her fingers are deft, and the cool metal of her stethoscope used against the revealed skin of his chest and abs. She feathers and sweeps, only to dip down achingly slow an inch past his navel... and back up again, to which he involuntarily whimpers. "NURSE!"

"Oh dear! We seem to be having a bit of a... big problem there, Mr. Nougami..." The smile she gives him is pleased, and her tone honeyed. He realizes the sound he's hearing is a zipper. "And I think I just might have the cure..."

She is clever, his little louse. When he lets her, she knows how to bring him to a boil, then back down to a simmer, and boiling again, and driving his need to insane heights. With just a little push and a coy smirk, she can get his more primal instincts going, and when did she learn to do that with her tongue?

A giggle reaches his ears, and Neuro decides to change the game around.

Assistant Neuro disappears in a flash as he tears out of his bindings, and catches her around the waist. Nurse Yako squeaks at the sudden disappearance of her 'toy' and being lifted up, and realizes that Demon Neuro just stepped in. With all speed, Troy is cleared, and her back touches its cold surface with him growling above her, her arms pinned and his body between her legs. The butterflies in her stomach slam against the sides at his look: that sexy, entrancing, glowing demon gaze that told her he was hungry, and she was on the menu.

He grins, teeth glinting.

"Why, Miss Yako... accosting your superior in his office..."

"Doctor Nougami!"

"I believe punishment is in order."