1. Wear you out
Kinda AU.
Where non burned Ruben is a doctor who works at Beacon asylum and he enjoys "messing" around with one his older colleague's patient.
Ruben adored working at night in the asylum. The darkness of the night offered many dreams for those who seeked solace in sleep and many possibilities for those who feed their spirit's arousal on it. Those who were able to see opportunities, like doctor Ruben Victoriano. The particularities that occurred during the night remained unseen by prying eyes. The crimes weren't judged, the sinners escaped punishment. Ruben was one of those "sinners". Of course, he wasn't the only one in this damned asylum, where psychological tortures were inflicted to it's already unstable patients. Researches that sometimes were lead by himself. Unlike his colleagues, he did not find joy in the suffering of the test subjects. He actually felt some guilt, alas some had to suffer in the name of science.
He had another sin, a dirty little secret that he kept for himself. That secret was named Leslie Withers. The 25 year old "boy" was the object of his most perverted desires. He wasn't one of his patients, the doctor who treated the albino was his closest "friend", Marcelo Jimenez. Although Leslie had never been his patient, he had served as the first test subject for his and Jimenez's clandestine experiments on the human brain. It was during their first session on a prototype of the STEM that they meet and got to know each of the layers of their personalities. Ruben was instantly hooked to everything that embodied the young man. His body, his unstable but innocent mind, his gestures, his emotions, his abilities, his quirks. All the tiny details that drew this perfection that Leslie was.
He felt connected to the boy, he could relate to his feelings, thoughts while also remaining fascinated by his ability to read and reenact others emotions. He could remember, the countless times both of them had harvested each of their respective memories while connected to the machine. Until they found what they searched for in each other during their last session. Oh, how well he can remember their reunion in their last session ! It was heated. Full of passion and lust. Doctor Victoriano still questioned how could two people become attracted to each other in such a short period of time. He'd have to probe the region of the brain responsible for sexual desire and love to answer himself. Not once in his 37 years of life had he felt such cravings for someone's body. Romance was never something that interested him. The only love he had experienced was his sister's. His beloved Laura, who was probably bickering back at home with her girlfriend Juli. Which made him happy to not be at home.
Tonight, he was going to have fun with his little albino. The same way he had when they were in the STEM. He always laughed at the remembrance of Marcelo's embarrassed almost offended expression when they were disconnected. Once they were in private after Leslie was guided back to his room, Marcelo released his frustration on his fellow science partner. Demanding him how could he involve himself with a patient in such way. He guessed there could be no secret as to what they were doing in their joined minds. According to Jimenez, Leslie and him begin to breathe noisily, sweat and move a bit. The albino patient even moaned several times. The monitors didn't lie, they showed the brains of two people sinking into ecstasy and codependency. After that little incident. Leslie was dismissed as a test subject and Ruben was forbidden by Marcelo to come in close contact with the pale young man.
Too bad, Jimenez and his staff weren't attentive enough to notice the glances and subtle touches exchanged between the two during the day. Too bad they weren't sharp enough to see changes in both his and Leslie's behavior, whom had become happier and docile instead of scared and mistrustful. When it came to Ruben, he could keep his composure but in some occasions, certain were able to notice a faint glint of malice in his white eyes. Which was something that hadn't been present there for a very long time. This malice and joy caused by the fact of knowing something the folks, even the closest to you weren't aware of. This is why he squirmed with glee in his office when the night came to hide and aid impatient and lustful monsters to reveal themselves. A ritual would always take place. It begin 6 months ago, he'd wave goodbye to his "friends", give some last instruction to the remaining members of the staff. Then slip inside the male ward, his feet leading him to his precious dove's room. He look from side to side, making sure nobody too curious was there to spy on him, before entering the room and lock the door behind him. Doctor Victoriano had to admit that he locked the door initially by fear of Leslie attempting to runaway. Not only it would attract unwanted attention but he didn't feel like fighting to get what he wanted, at least not for this.
The first nights, Leslie had been surprised but more than pleased to see him. There wasn't much place for dialogue between them, Ruben didn't mind, he preferred it that way. Their relationship had to preserve this primal almost animalistic flavor. It helped him and his mind stray away from work and family. During many of their private "sessions", he observed that Leslie was falling in love. Always hugging and kissing him desperately like it hadn't seen each other in years. The young man would murmur "I love you" while watching him pretend to sleep. Once they had almost reached the peak, Leslie would most times make him pull out and make him ejaculate in his mouth or on his body. Many times the blonde doctor hadn't been able to give him an orgasm. It was as if the patient thought that he had no right to feel ecstasy. The albino showed signs of objectification as well, in his mind the doctor was god and he was a mere instrument to be used. If his god gave him an orgasm it was an act of kindness not a obligation like it would've been with someone else. In many occasions he had restrained Leslie with his hands and forced him to have an orgasm as he emptied himself within the younger one. He would wear himself out just to make that boy cum at least once. But generally, the blonde man didn't protest, he liked it. This added a spice to the flavor.
Ruben had grown attached to the little albino, the same way you'd get attached to a toy but he didn't think he was in love. It was just physical attraction, right ? The reason why he enjoyed this boy's body and presence was because they understood each other, they completed each other but also Leslie was so energetic. So alive, it made him feel alive. He bizarrely liked sweating and all the effort that was needed to drive the other mad with pleasure. Sometimes when he wasn't too tired, he'd make him cum multiple times in one go. Other times they'd spend the night fucking, only halting to get some air or drink water. Ruben had even started looking into sex books once his fantasies had all been fulfilled, to see which position they could try out. In other words he became a complete pervert in a matter of 6 months. It was mystery to him, how he could still focus while working without having Leslie's redden face contorting in pleasure pop into his mind. Specially since they'd bump into each other during the day. As Leslie and many other patients strolled freely around the asylum. Despite he had been transferred to the female ward, fate, karma or whatever always found a way to make their eyes met. Like someone was playing with dolls in a cute dollhouse labeled Beacon asylum. Not that he believed in it, he just had that impression when he had been confronted with certain embarrassing situation.
The blonde could recall one time, the craving grew so strong, so intense, that he grabbed Leslie who was chasing butterflies in the yard and they descended to the janitor's sector and banged on one of the machinery that was down there. Their relationship was in fact full of heat and lust. He wondered for how long his raging obsession with Marcelo's patient would last. How it would end, he presumed that the younger man would be the one to suffer the most. That was an arrogant presumption. Because Ruben thinks his pulling the strings but he isn't. He's just a doll in a pretty little dollhouse, as vulnerable as the others to all the afflictions that haunt their everyday lives. Alas he would only understand when the time comes.
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