CHAPTER TEN

MY GOD.

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Perry leaned over the toilet and threw up the last remains of bile and undigested food. He breathed in deep breaths and flushed the reminisces.

Immediately after his experience with Peter's self-proclaimed "split personality", Perry rushed into the bathroom, locked the door, and isolated himself after feeling nauseous. The bathroom was very wide and contained various stalls for the employees. The floor was covered with light green-colored tiles while the wall's bottom-half white tiles and the top-half was a clear white wall. The stalls themselves were a dark shade of forest green. It smelled clean and the lights looked like they had just been recently replaced.

However, the surprising decency of an evil scientist's employee's restroom was beginning to smell awful because of the current vomiting that was ensuing.

Perry struggled to drag himself over to the sinks and turned the faucet that had a big blue 'C' on the top nozzle. The water came rushing down and he quickly grabbed hand fulls of water and threw it onto his face, trying to pick himself back up together. He did this about fifteen times until he felt satisfied, splashing water both on his face and in his mouth to get the awful taste out of his mouth.

As he turned the faucet off, ending the running water, he looked up at himself in the mirror. Perry lifted his right hand and stared at it with contempt. "I'm shaking. Really bad." His hand twitched and shook back and forth, Perry realizing his fear was severe and wouldn't go away until he calmed himself down. Perry took more deep breaths in and out and closed his eyes to focus his mind.

'Great,' he thought, 'Now I'm not only being blackmailed by Doofenshmirtz, but by Peter as well. This is horrible. All I want to do is get back to normal and go back home. I miss Phineas... and Ferb... and Candace... mom, dad... even Jeremy...' Perry felt his eyes begin tearing up and he shook them away violently. The more he thought of his family, the more of an angsty teenager he became. 'So if I run away, Peter will hunt me down and murder both me and Doofenshmirtz, but if I stay and resist my urges to kick the shit out of either of them, Doofenshmirtz will molest me again. They're both lose-lose situations.' Perry sighed and looked up at himself in the mirror that was in front of him.

"I hate this." he chuckled. "I seem to hate a lot of things lately besides myself."

There was silence. At that moment, however, the loud sound of glass shattering by a depressed agent's fist murdered it, but the silence awoke once more anyway.

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After an hour and half to the airport and an hour and a half back, Doofenshmirtz finally pulled his car up to the side of D.E.I. and parked. He got out and as he walked inside, he saw Peter sitting on the floor, Indian style, mindlessly twirling his index finger on the giant floor tiles. "Uuh, what are you doing, Peter... the Panda?" Doofenshmirtz asked, unsure what to make of this scene and his name.

Peter looked up and his eyes became like a dog's who just got the love kicked out of him. "I don't know what happened, but Agent P won't talk to me!" he cried. "One minute I'm tackled to floor because he's pissed off that I called him a liar, and then the next he's just sitting in front of me with this creepy, blank stare!"

"Where is he?" Doofenshmirtz asked. For some reason, he was a little bit nervous and worried about Perry's well-being. Did he take a little bit too far yesterday by kissing him? He only did it to make him learn his place, it's not like Heinz wanted to do it. He just... it was a natural instinct. Instant reflex! That's it!

But wait, since when did "making out" become an "instant reflex"?

Peter butted into Heinz's thoughts and replied, "He went into the bathroom and he's been in there the whole time you were gone. He wouldn't let me come in or nothin'." Peter clearly looked depressed because he couldn't read Perry's thoughts to understand what was wrong, and Doofenshmirtz knew how that felt. Heinz was about to ask Peter something else, until they heard footsteps coming down the hallway. They sounded a lot more like trudging though.

Peter and Doofenshmirtz looked up and saw Perry dragging himself towards them. He leaned himself on the wall's border and stared at both of them with dead eyes. Perry didn't look well at all; he was in a state that was a mixture of all these different emotions- violation, exhaustion, anger, depression, sickness, stress, and apathy.

In other words, he looked like shit.

"Perry!" Peter and Doofenshmirtz exclaimed in unison. Perry slowly walked over to them and scratched his head hiding his right hand behind his back. "Hey, what's going on?" he asked, voice raspy from puking. Doofenshmirtz furrowed his eyebrows and glared at him. "Don't give me that! What's gotten into you all of a sudden?! You seemed fine a couple of weeks ago, and now you're, you're like-" he paused and glanced at his hand behind him. "What are you hiding?"

Perry didn't argue, and showed them the bloodied up hand wrapped poorly in toilet paper and paper towels. The blood was still dripping on the floor around Perry, leaving a small pool slowly spreading into the cracks of the tiles. The "bandages" weren't even white anymore, just pure crimson, and the blood continued seeping through leaving dark spots on them. Perry was completely calm about it, acting as if it was nothing serious.

"What did you do to yourself?!" Doofenshmirtz screamed in horror.

Perry shrugged and replied, "Mad. Mirror. Punched it. Broke. Bleeding won't stop."

Peter grabbed Perry's hand as softly as he could, but Perry offered no rebuttal, not even a cry of pain. Peter slowly unwrapped the bloody towels and his eyes shot wide open. "Agent P, there are still shards of glass lodged in your hand! Didn't you bother to take them out?!" Perry shrugged again. "Didn't notice."

"We need to get you to a hospital." Peter concluded, literally pulling Perry along like a red wagon. Doofenshmirtz sighed and took out his car keys, rushing after them. "This is going to be a looong mission, isn't it, Monogram?" he asked himself, sighing.

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The doctor of the Tri-State Area hospital finished the last stitch on Perry's hand and cut the remaining string off. He then reached over in a drawr cabinet and pulled out a roll of gauze, took Perry's hand, and began wrapping it around him. Perry stared at the M.D's work without uttering a word. Doofenshmirtz and Peter also sat together by the door, watching both of them silently.

"So, explain to me how you managed to cut your hand up so bad?" the doctor asked, clipping the gauze together. "We had to remove a couple of shards of glass from your hand and..." To avoid getting himself unwillingly sent to a psychiatrist and mental hospital, Perry forced himself to make up a story at that moment. "I, uh, was carrying a glass vase to my friend for him to put his flowers in when I suddenly, uh... I guess water was spilled on the kitchen floor and no one cleaned it, and I slipped and fell headfirst on the glass when the vase broke. Guess my hand landed in it quick because I didn't feel anything."

"Well, accidents happen. No worries." the doctor concluded and stood up. He turned to the mad scientist and the "panda" and said, "He should be fine within a week or two. Just don't do anything for a while and take it easy with that hand, okay?" Perry nodded and sighed, staring at it with apathetic eyes. "Thanks."

The doctor turned to Doofenshmirtz and said, "I'll be back with the paperwork and prescription for pain killers." He walked out, leaving the trio together with their silent judgment.

"Peter, eh, mind going out for a bit? I need to talk with Perry alone." The third Agent P looked back and forth at Heinz and Perry, but walked out, shutting the door, reluctantly. Perry didn't look at his nemesis. He didn't want to. He just wanted to be left alone. Doofenshmirtz got up and walked over to him, standing a few inches away from the exam table Perry was sitting upon.

"What's wrong with you, Perry?" Doofenshmirtz asked, folding his arms. "You were fine and your usual self (sort of) but now you're... depressed." Perry set his hand down gently on his lap and continued staring at the floor, refusing to reply. Heinz sighed and moved closer, eventually hopping up and sitting next to him on the table. The paper placed on it crinkled beneath them, annoyingly loud to their ears. "I just... want to go home." Perry finally uttered.

"I know you do. But that doesn't give you the excuse to hurt yourself." the other said. "It's not going to solve your problems. Just make them worse." Perry took notice in Heinz's tone of voice- he was not stuttering or sarcastic like he always was. Mostly blatant and honest up to this point. "Something is wrong with Peter." he said.

Doofenshmirtz turned to look at him this time. "What do you mean?" Perry pulled his lips in his mouth and then out again, hesitant to reply. "When you were gone, he made me angry asking what happened between us that one time and when I got up to leave, he attacked me and... he was different." Perry paused but continued. "His voice was deeper and sounded dangerous. His eyes turned red and he didn't smile anymore. It's like he went crazy at that very moment. He almost killed me by choking me repeatedly and then laughing about it. When he said that if I tried to leave, he wouldn't let me go unpunished, including even you in his threat. And then he went back to normal, not remembering a thing."

"Split personality." Doofenshmirtz instantly said. "That's what he told me." Perry agreed. "He said he hated being human and almost tried killing himself after he transformed, but decided against it. He's not stupid, he knew there was an alternative and he was assigned here."

Silence filled the room again. Perry was starting to hate all these quiet moments. They made him uncomfortable and caused him to think too much, leading to unnecessary thoughts. Heinz furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion and asked, "But why did he threaten me? I mean, sure we were enemies once, but that was a long time ago! What does he have against me now?"

"Because," Perry clamped his eyes shut, opened them again, and stared down at his hand once again, "he knows about my... feelings for you."

Doofenshmirtz stared down at him, eyes slightly filled with surprise. "He blackmailed me by using you. If I couldn't pry him off of me in that choke hold, what makes you think I have a chance of beating him in a fight? I had no choice and I... don't want you to get hurt." Perry sat up a bit straighter, feeling himself blush from the words he had let out, and then added with a tougher tone, "You, you know. Unless it's me. Also, consider this a repayment of saving me from Dr. Allan's evil clutches-"

Perry was cut off when he was suddenly enveloped in an embrace. "Wha-what are doing?" he stuttered. His heart rate was increasing with the body warmth from his enemy pressed up against him. Perry felt the hug tighten as if life itself would run away if Doofenshmirtz let go.

"Thank you."

Perry's eyes widened as much as they humanly could. His bottom lip began trembling but he immediately pulled away from the hug and turned his head away. "It's, it's not just Peter who's got me like this." he said. "You forcing yourself on me kind of... traumatized me too, you know." Doofenshmirtz laughed a little bit. "Sorry. I won't do it again."

Perry looked back up at him with curious eyes. "You... you mean that?" The older man nodded and said, "Perry, even I think I went too far when I... made out with you. I just did it to, you know, remind you of who's in charge. Duh!" Perry's face lit up a little bit and pounded Heinz on the chest with his fist in a friendly manner. "You're such a liar!"

They both laughed together and smiled down at the floor. Heinz placed his hand on Perry's injured one and nudged his forehead with the other. "Just kidding. I'll only kiss you if you want me to. No more non-consensual acts." Perry rolled his eyes and his eyes darted up to meet his enemy's.

"Then kiss me." he tested. "Right now."

The gap between their lips closed, and Perry wrapped his arms around Doofenshmirtz's neck, the kiss deepening. They didn't let go of each other, refusing to let this moment end. Perry felt himself being pushed down slowly on the exam table, Doofenshmirtz climbing on top of him. They pulled away from the kiss, but then continued, Perry's tongue entered Heinz's mouth and could feel the saliva dripping down his mouth from the wet kiss. They kept it up for a few more seconds and then separated.

Perry felt his cheeks flush and he turned his head to stare at the floor from his side. "I still can't say if... I love you or not." he reminded. "It's hard. And confusing."

"Naaah," Doofenshmirtz said, sitting himself up and pulling Perry up with him, "it's okay. I understand. Hate me, love, doesn't really matter. As long as you don't kick my ass for the time being, we're fine just like this."

Perry smiled at him and was about to lean in for another kiss, but was interrupted when the doctor came back in with a bottle of medication and a clipboard with numerous papers. "I'll just need you to sign these release forms and you're all set." Doofenshmirtz took the clipboard from him while Perry took the bottle of pain killers given to him.

"Alright, Perry," the doctor said, receiving the clipboard back, "we'll see you in a couple of weeks. Take care."

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The two secret agents and evil "genius" walked back into D.E.I., Peter sighing with relief and stretching his arms over his head. "Finally we're back!" he yawned and sat on the floor, legs crossed. "I hate hospitals."

I should probably clean up the bathroom." Perry murmured. "Sorry about your mirror." Doofenshmirtz rolled his eyes and placed his hands on his hips. "It's no big deal. The important thing is that you're okay now. Would've had my ass handed to me if Monogram found out..."

"You got a broom and trash can I can use?"

"Yeah, everything is in the janitor's closet. It's right in between the men and women's restroom." Doofenshmirtz handed Perry a ring of keys from his lab coat pocket. "This is the key used to open it." he pulled up one of the copper keys to show him exactly which one. Perry nodded, said a quick thanks, and was off down the hallway.

Doofenshmirtz watched as he walked off and disappeared and said, "Well, we should probably get back to work on that formula Pet-"

Snoooore.

The taller man looked down and saw Peter in a deep sleep, head hung down with drool dripping from his mouth. He was totally out. Heinz slapped himself on the forehead and ran his hand slowly down his face. "Great. Looks like it's just me and Per-" he stopped himself and had an epiphany.

Smirk.

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Perry pulled out a broom, dust pan, small trash can, a large roll of paper towels, and went to work.

Blood stains covered the broken mirror and floor along with many shards. He began sweeping up the broken pieces into the dust pan and shoved them into the trash. It was hard since he wasn't using his right hand, only his left. It took some time, but he eventually swept up and disposed of the sharp shards.

Next, he got on his knees and with the paper towels, started cleaning up the leftover blood. "This is hard with just one hand..." he muttered with frustration, but continued anyway. He got up and began wiping the sink, making it clean and porcelain white again. Perry tossed the bloody towels in the trash and set his supplies aside the wall by the hand dryer.

He walked over to the sink and began washing his hands as gently as he could to avoid re-opening his stitches. The gauze was getting wet a little bit, but it wasn't enough to cause any harm. Perry reached over to grab a towel to dry his hands, when suddenly he was grabbed from behind by unknown hands and shoved up against the wall next to the cleaning supplies.

"Who-?!"

"You know, Peter is asleep." Doofenshmirtz whispered, grabbing Perry's hands behind his back, pinning him with no way to escape.

Perry's eyes looked to the side and saw Doofenshmirtz behind him through the last mirror (one that wasn't broken). His cheeks flushed again and he started to sweat a little bit. "I thought you said you weren't going to do this anymore?" he asked helplessly. "You promised..."

"I did promise, and I intend to keep that promise, " the other man said, "but I'm not forcing anything. You waaaant this."

Perry jerked when he felt Doofenshmirtz's hand unbuttoning his pants and heard the zipper being undone. "Wait! Wait, what are you doi- haaah!" his heart suddenly began beating faster when he felt a hand grab his member. "You're hard."

Perry gulped. He had never felt this sensation before, shit, no one had ever grabbed him like this before! His heart began beating faster and felt his stomach turn. He was nervous, he was excited, and he wanted more.

It felt awesome.

Heinz let go of Perry's hands and the younger man placed them on the tile wall he was up against, not refusing the pleasure being given to him. The hand slid up and down his cock, grabbing and rubbing against the head. Perry began moaning and gasping; this felt way too good.

"See?" Heinz whispered against his neck. "You like it."

He was right. Perry hated that, but thought otherwise when he felt a warm tongue glide up his neck and near his collarbone. "Aaah-!" he whimpered and felt himself getting harder. "I really- AH!- h-hate you right now..." Doofenshmirtz smirked and moved his hand faster up Perry's manhood, causing his moaning to turn into soft screaming of desire and need and want.

Perry felt as if he would go crazy if his enemy stopped, even for a second. But that's exactly what he did. "If you want more, you're going to have to beeeeg for it." Doofenshmirtz teased. The agent breathed heavily and spoke, "I want it... please... don't leave me like this." My God, he sounded pathetic, but Perry didn't give a shit. All he cared about was getting off. "Please! I-I want it! I'm begging, please give... give me more-!"

His begging was answered to when he felt Heinz's hand squeeze the throbbing member. Pre-cum began to release from the tip, making Perry go insane. His breathing became erotic and faster and he let out a loud cry as he came all over his enemy's hand and on his pants. Perry gasped for breath as the orgasm died slowly and his eyes closed.

Doofenshmirtz smirked again and took his hand out of Perry's pants. "Felt good, huh?" He earned a nod and saw Perry stagger slightly against the wall but the agent quickly regained his balance. He heard the faucet turn on and could only assume that Doofenshmirtz was cleaning his hand off. He felt like passing out from the experience he had just had, but managed to stand upright despite his shaking knees.

"Maybe we can do something better next time," Doofenshmirtz said as he began walking away. Perry slowly lifted his head up to look at him.

"You know. Something memorable." having said that, the scientist walked out of the restroom, leaving Perry to clean up once again.

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