The next day the patients were at the mess hall, munching on their breakfasts. Yugi's eye was purple, his elbow swollen. Ryou was sitting by Bakura, worriedly looking at everyone. He had heard about this Doctor Zorc and was worried about the ramifications of therapy on everyone, but especially Bakura. Bakura angrily stabbed at his food, not liking the feeling the medication was making him feel...or not feel. He ignored Ryou's worried look. As Yami came in wearing scrubs, with a tray and no tablet, the hall fell silent. Yami uncomfortably sat down at a table by himself.
Yugi looked around at everyone, who was looking shocked. Jo looked at Yugi. "Wha' is he doing sitting by himself in scrubs? He us'lly is in his white coat wit' his tablet?"
"He...committed himself." All eyes that heard widened and looked at Yugi. Before anyone could say anything, Yugi got up, taking his tray and going and standing up in front of Yami. "Can I sit down with you?" He noted the bags under Yami's eyes.
Yami looked up. Giving a small smile, Yami nodded. "Of course."
Smiling, Yugi sat down next to Yami. "You're going to get a lot of stares." Yugi pointed out.
"I know." Sighing, Yami continued to eat, staring down. "Seto will help us, though. This I know." Looking over at Yugi, he gave a small smile. "But, maybe, in the meantime, I could take you on a date?" Yami's cheeks burned a furious crimson as his eyes were very interested in his plate.
Yugi smiled. "I'd like that." His whisper was swallowed up by the cafeteria, but he could tell Yami heard him as Yami's face lit up in a smile.
"I will figure out a way to do it. We can't be...obvious...due to the new doctor..." his eyes cut to Yugi, concern flashing through them. Yugi nodded in understanding. Yami let out a small sigh of relief. He didn't want to have to deal with Yugi thinking he was embarrassed to be with him. He had enough on his plate as it was. His father had always called him a romantic, and Yami guessed this proved it. As everyone finished eating, the buzzer sounded, letting them know that they needed to go to class. Yugi looked questioningly at Yami. "I just have therapy...about as much of it as you do of school." Yami sighed, eyes troubled. Yugi nodded, squeezing Yami's hand before he left.
()()()
Yami walked into his therapy and sighed in relief. "Ishizu, you are the new therapist?"
The brunette looked up and smiled kindly. "Hello Yami. Yes, I was hired to be your replacement." Her face showed the slightest bit of discomfort when she said that.
Yami smiled kindly, titling his head to the side. "I chose to commit myself. When I fell in love with Yugi, I could no longer treat anyone, when I was committing the same "sins" as I was supposed to treat." Yami's air quotes received a chuckle from Ishizu.
"Well, Yami, I reviewed your file. You know I do not condone, nor believe in everything Domino dictates. But, I do have a job to do, so I will have to go through therapy with you." Her blue eyes shone with compassion.
Yami nodded, sitting down. "Ishizu, please tell me what is going on with Zorc? Yugi is beaten black and blue and Bakura is a stabbing ham!" His eyes became somewhat frantic at the memories.
Ishizu sighed, "I apologize for what has been going on. I'll try to resolve it, Yami. It won't happen right away. It's a tricky situation."
Yami nodded, eyes still troubled. Looking up, he asked, with a bit of hope in his voice, "Do you have more authority than Zorc?"
Ishizu smiled and nodded. "Yes, I do. I have been a doctor longer and have more experience. In fact, I am now in charge of rooming assignments." She smiled at Yami and winked. Her eyes then became troubled as she added, " I do not know what happened to cause him to become this way. He was an intern under me. He wasn't like this as an intern."
Sighing but smiling gently, Yami nodded, and sat back, ready to begin his therapy.
()()()
Seto went to get Jonouchi, taking Jonouchi to his office. Closing the door, he turned to Jonouchi. "Well?"
"What?" he huffed, honey eyes glaring daggers at Seto.
Seto sat down, putting his head in his hands. "How's Yami?" Seto whispered, head still in his hands.
"Ok I guess. He's handling it well from what I've seen," he shrugged. "He has Yugi. I will protect 'em both. He'll be ok."
Seto shook his head. Looking up, Seto actually had tears in his eyes.
"Are you afraid of getting caught?" Jo asked.
"What?" Seto jerked his head up, looking at Jonouchi.
"Won't they find out you've been having relations with me?" Jo asked knowingly.
"I...I haven't done that. Everything has been therapy related." Seto looked like a deer in the headlights.
Jonouchi rolled his eyes, "Whatever you say."
Seto just looked at Jonouchi. "We haven't done anything."
"We've kissed and almost done it," he said simply.
"T..that was therapy related." Seto's breathing picked up and he felt himself slightly harden at the unwanted memories pushing through of how good Jonouchi felt.
"Whatever," Jo muttered, rolling his eyes.
"So, uh, yes. The date. Did you enjoy your date?" Seto asked, trying to stay calm.
"No," he bristled, still glaring at the doctor.
Seto sighed. "You do not understand. We are in much different and dangerous times now."
Seto looked at Jonouchi. "Okay, look." Making sure the door was shut, cobalt eyes were pleading with Jo. "Look, we have a situation here. Please just try to act straight, and don't gamble."
Jo noted that Seto actually said please. Jonouchi was surprised, reluctantly nodding, "Ok..."
"Thank you. And..." he looked down, "Stay away from Dr. Zorc."
"I will," Jo promised the taller man.
"So.." he cleared his throat. "What did you not like about the date?" Seto questioned, returning to doctor mode.
"Just her," Jo wrinkled his nose, much as a dog would at smelling something that stunk.
Seto felt like his heart had been punched. "Well..." his voice cracked. "I will work on finding another female with similar tastes to yours. Please write down your top 5 interests." He handed Jonouchi a pad of paper.
Jonouchi smirked. He wrote down that his significant other needed to have icy blue eyes, brunette hair, be cold but kind. He handed it back to Seto when he was done.
Seto nodded, taking it and reading the list. "You only put f..." His eyes snapped up, locking on Jonouchi's.
"So?" he asked innocently.
"Jonouchi..." Seto said warningly.
He pouted, giving Seto the puppy dog eyes of doom, "Please, doctor?"
"Don't." Seto whispered, hardening in his pants at those honey eyes.
"Why not?" Jo asked, walking up to Seto, trapping Seto between Jo and the desk.
"Don't." his voice cracked as he got even harder.
"Why not, Seto?" he asked, still using the eyes on him. He licked his bottom lip.
Seto swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly. "Don't." he whimpered, grabbing the desk until his knuckles were white.
"Why should I when you clearly want me?" Jo asked quietly, reaching out and touching Seto's arm.
Seto was breathing heavily. He was painfully hard, and gripping the desk for all it was worth. "S..so. Uh, yes.." Seto was trying to get control of himself. "So, I believe we were trying to figure out what you wanted in a mate, so I could look for a suitable possibility." He pulled out some papers.
"Didn't we already do that?" Jo sighed in annoyance.
"No. You were trying to annoy me. Now, let's do an exercise." He pulled out some more papers and came around the desk. "Now, I want you to close your eyes."
"Fine," he sighed, closing his eyes.
"Ok, now, think of the most beautiful woman you know." Seto demanded. Jonouchi just thought of Seto. "Do you have her picture in your mind?" Seto had regained a normal tone to his voice.
"Uh, yeah," Jo replied.
"Okay. Now...I want you to think of going on a date with her." Seto's voice cracked on the word "her".
Jonouchi blushed, thinking of going out with Seto.
"Now..." Seto's voice dropped down a little bit. "Think about becoming intimate with her at the end of the date." Seto was trying to not notice how attractive Jonouchi was when he blushed.
"O-Ok," Katsuya breathed out, his face tomato red.
Seto thought he was adorable...um, abominable. "Can you picture your hands on her body? Her hands on yours?" He was breathing a bit heavier as he pictured exactly that with Jonouchi.
Jonouchi gulped, "Um...yeah."
"Okay..." Seto went and sat on the couch by Jonouchi, voice lowering more. "Now...I want you to think of how good it would feel to enter her." Jonouchi blushed, unsure of how to respond as he wasn't thinking about a girl. Seto continued on, "Can you feel her? Can you feel how tight she is?" he whispered.
"I guess so," Jo whispered out breathily.
Seto looked Jonouchi over. "Can you feel how you fill her up?" He had leaned in unconsciously closer to Jonouchi's face.
"I guess," he breathed.
"C...can you picture her face as you shove yourself inside her, filling her up?" Seto whispered even lower.
"Yeah," Jo replied, adjusting his stiff erection.
Seto grabbed Jonouchi's thigh, squeezing it. "And it feels good, doesn't it?"
"S-Sure," he blushed.
"You can open your eyes now, Jonouchi. Don't you see...that's how it could be with a woman..." Seto's eyes were so dark with lust they looked black.
"I wasn't thinking of a woman," Jo admitted, opening his eyes, his eyes blown wide open with lust.
"What?" Seto croaked out, his throat dry.
"I was thinking of you," Jo admitted, looking up through his lashes at Seto.
"Th...that's not what I asked you to do." His face was flushed, eyes dark, hand still on Jonouchi's thigh as he stared at Jonouchi. "T..that's not proper."
"Says who?" Jo challenged quietly, leaning over and kissing Seto. A primal groan slipped out of Seto's mouth as he fought for dominance of their battling mouths. Jo's fingers brushed over Seto's cheek, running over the cheekbone. Shivering, Seto nipped at Jo's mouth, letting the plush lip slip between his teeth.
Jo moaned into Seto's mouth, enjoying the kiss. Sliding closer to Seto, he gripped the brunette's hips. Seto pulled back. "I can't. Not now."
Jo pulled back, looking at Seto. His brain was swirling. He wanted to be mad, but Seto had never even admitted to doing anything ever. "So…" Jo cleared his throat, "...does that mean sometime?"
Seto looked at Jo. As he nodded his head, he knew he had lost the fight.
()()()
Zorc waited for Bakura. To see how the medicine was working.
Bakura trudged down the hall. He steeled himself and entered the doctor's office.
"Bakura." The doctor sneered, his black hair pulled back in a ponytail at the base of his neck..
"Yeah, that's my name," Bakura stated dryly.
"Have you had any more desire to fight?" he grinned.
"No," Bakura snarled angrily, glaring.
"Have you had any more desire to fuck that little boy?" Zorc asked, an angry gleam in his eye.
"No." Bakura said, baring his teeth unintentionally. The medicine tried to subdue him, but these angry feelings were able to surface, due to his deep attachment to Ryou.
Smirking, Zorc asked icily, "Why do I not believe you?" He walked over, grabbing Bakura's hair and jerking his head back.
Bakura grunted, "Because you're a prick."
"Well, thank you for the compliment, since I'm pretty proud of mine. But.." he sneered, eyeing Bakura, staring at his face. "I think you still desire him, and are trying to hide it."
"If I am?" he challenged, espresso eyes staring hard at Dr. Zorc.
"I think I need to move to other forms of therapy." he sneered.
"Like what?" Bakura questioned, a small icicle of fear in his stomach.
"Trauma." Zorc sneered, grabbing Bakura's arms and pinning them down. Bakura squirmed, thrashing as he tried to escape. "Now..." the black haired doctor sneered, nose to nose. "What fucking kind of trauma would be most effective on you, cupcake?" He started looking Bakura over.
"Go to hell, you sick bastard," he spat.
Smirking, Zorc grabbed a tie from behind his desk and looped Bakura's wrists. Bakura glowered. His hands were tied, but not his feet. He tried kicking the doctor, hoping the hit would land.
Zorc easily dodged. "Not so fast, Fluffy." He quickly and easily picked up the teen hanging his hands over a hook on the wall and then leaning down and restraining Bakura's feet on two separate hooks. "Now..." he whispered in Bakura's ear. "I am going to fuck you. I am going to hurt you. And I am going to cure you."
Bakura glared. He was planning on how he'd kill this doctor when he was freed.
Zorc ripped down Bakura's jeans, not caring if it hurt. Pushing a couple buttons on the wall, a ledge slid out. Zorc took Bakura's hands off the hook and laid him back on that ledge, hooking the hands over a different hook. Bakura was now laying on his back, legs spread.
Bakura shivered. He felt vulnerable and he hated it. He growled angrily, trying to see if he could break the bonds. However, the bonds were too strong. Zorc leered at him. He took out a knife and sliced off Bakura's underwear, "Now...I'm going to put my dick in you. And then you won't like guys anymore."
Bakura tensed. He would at least not make it easy for him. Zorc was pretty big, and he was hard. Pain and violence got him off. The greasy doctor grunted and shoved until he was able to shove himself in, not worried about the pain he was causing.
"Fuck," Bakura hissed, shuddering as the sparks of pain shot throughout his body.
Zorc just thrusted and pounded hard until he orgasmed. He looked over Bakura to see if he was aroused at all.
Bakura was flaccid. He did enjoy pain, but not at the expense of rape.
Zorc pulled out, untying Bakura. "Get dressed and get out."
Bakura dressed. He just left. He wasn't sure how to process what just happened. Ryou was waiting for him worriedly. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly.
Bakura just grunted, looking down.
Ryou felt that something happened...something bad. He decided to try a different approach since Bakura didn't react typically. "It's commissary time. Do you need money? I have more than enough...my father feels guilty for sending his only son here."
Bakura raised a brow, appreciating Ryou's ability to understand him. "Probably."
Ryou smiled. He proceeded to go through the list making sure that Bakura got things he liked, too.