THE SPECIALIST, PART 2
"Ohhh, you're awake. How wonderful."
"Whhhh...."
The doctor's office was a blur of glaring white, but without a single clear edge or shape anywhere in it. Malik shifted his head and groaned.
A gentle, purring voice, and a cool hand on his bare thigh.
"Don't try to sit up yet, Mr. Ishtar... You became faint while we were preparing you for your prostate examination. But there's no reason to be ashamed. It happens to a lot of men who haven't had such an experience before." "Uhhh... my... my head..."
"Here. Drink this." A tiny paper cup of water tipped against his lips. Gratefully he drank. Cool on the inside of his burning throat, swollen tongue.
Wait.... hand... on... BARE thigh...?
Malik opened his eyes and twitched his head until both eyeballs pointed in more or less the same direction. But that was as far as he could move his head; slowly, he became aware that his arms were firmly pinned down to the table. Making a supreme effort, he struggled to move his arms, and felt rough canvas straps tightening around each bicep. And around his waist.
And around each ankle as well. Both feet were tightly strapped into cold metal stirrups at the end of the table-- the kind you were supposed to use on women in childbirth! Knees braced wide apart, chilly air seeping between his thighs and shrinking his scrotum fearfully. Feeling exposed right down to the very core of his soul.
He was quite naked.
Bakura sat cross-legged on a chair near the end of the table, making notations in a chart with one hand, and idly skating the other hand up and down the length of Malik's thigh. A pair of latex gloves lay abandoned on the edge of the table. On a tray in front of him sat a gleaming metal contraption that looked like...like... gods! What the fuck DID it look like?... Sort of like... a very large version of Isis's curling-tongs? Not like anything he'd ever seen before. Nor was it shaped like the inside-- or outside-- of any identifiable body-part. Thick handles, broad rounded blades, and sitting next to it was a VERY large tube marked "WATER-BASED LUBRICANT, STERILE".
Malik twitched violently. His sore throat worked for a moment, trying to muster up some sternness in his voice, which came out as a disoriented croak: "What is... what's happening... here?"
Bakura glanced up, dark eyes simultaneously shadowy and glittery. He set down his pen quietly and tightened his hand on Malik's thigh. "It's a routine examination, my dear Mr. Ishtar. We need to look inside of you. Prostate health is very high on modern man's list of concerns, don't you agree?"
Again Malik's eyes slid over to the tube of lubricant and the mysterious metal contraption. God, it looked cold. Malik shivered. Every pore in his skin tightened and raised into goose-bumps. "Where.... are you going to put that... that... THING...?"
A low chuckle instead of an answer. Bakura gave him a long, considering look, then dropped his eyes slightly. The corner of his mouth twitched as he reached out two long fingers and brushed them across Malik's left nipple in short, flickering strokes. "You're hard again. Here." The other nipple. "And here." Malik caught his breath and tried to shrink away, but felt the canvas belts only tighten around him. Bakura's fingers hesistated, gave the right nipple a light pinch, and then traced slowly across his collarbones. "God, you're lovely."
"Stop that," Malik gasped. Dammit! He'd meant it to come out as a harsh shout. But his pulse was racing, the room was still a little filmy around the edges of his vision, and... and his heart was pounding deep, hot red rhythms in his chest. Despite the chill on his skin, his flesh felt icy-hot, fevered and wanting to be touched. What was happening to him?
"Maybe we should get over this quickly, don't you think?" the assistant asked, replacing his hand on the youth's naked leg. Malik ignored the comment, pulling on the straps restraining his wrists over his head. "Are those really necessary? This position is kinda--"
"Erotic?"
The blond rapidly turned his head toward the other man, eyes burning with rage. "Uncomfortable," he snarled between this clenched teeth, finishing his phrase.
"Ah, you know, Mr. Ishtar," Bakura started, "as necessary as the examination is, lots of men are very reluctant to be good and submissive boys... you have no idea how costly it is for our wonderful country to finance our Health Care system. Prevention is the key!"
Malik blinked. Waaaait a minute... since when the governement of Egyp--
"And you know," Bakura added, cutting off his thoughts, "it IS better to prevent than to be stuck with prostate cancer. Think of the consquences...operation... costly chemotherapy... erectile dysfunction..."
The white-haired man grabbed Malik's chin, forcing him to make eye contact. There was a silence before Bakura murmured, "You wouldn't want your lovely bad-boy, down there, to become... handicapped, don't you?"
Malik swallowed hard. Bakura was now tapping his lower stomach with his index finger, dangerously close to his slowly-but-surely reacting penis. Before the patient could answer, the older man smiled, putting back some distance between their faces. "That's what I thought."
Bakura adjusted his gloves, still smiling. "I told you, it's your lucky day! Normally, the patients have to be on their hands and knees for this kind of exam. Now THAT is humiliating, no?"
The boy didn't know if he had to approve or not. Isis would be there soon, anyway. She should... no? Or maybe it was better if it was this man examinating his... insides.... Another gulp. How would HE feel if he was a doctor who had to look at his sister's genit--Fine, fine! Bakura would be better... or maybe not. What was this weirdo doing, anyway?
Malik lifted his head as much as he could, trying to see what the doctor was doing. Said man was concentrated and pressing on the large tube of lube, coating two of his fingers with the clear gel,putting away the cone-shaped item as he was finished.
No gloves.
"Would you like me to explain what I'm doing?" Bakura asked gently.
The boy let his head soundly fell on the padded table, sighing deeply. What was he doing here? Tied on a table, legs obscenely spread, listening to a psycho saying, "This might be a little bit cold", and there was nothing he could do??
He stiffled a moan, biting on his lower lip as Bakura pushed his finger slowly inside him. As he tried to arch his back and escape the touch, the practicioner held him down by wrapping his free arm around Malik's smooth leg, caressing his inner thigh in a soothing way.
"Shhh, calm down, this is just one finger... this doesn't hurt, does it?"
No answer. Just a low growl.
"Ah, you got me worried... if one finger would hurt you, how would your pretty ass react around a cock?..."
"W--what???"
"Don't play too innocent with me, Malik... I do realize that it's not the first time someone has tried to enter your rear like that."
No... this was true... when he was with Jonouchi... a couple of months ago... he had felt his partner's fingers inside him, in... and out... then back in...then out again... just like it was right now... But now it was even more pleasurable, the lube adding a total new but positive effect. Gods, if he was ever going back with Jonouchi, he'd make sure to pick up a whole supply of...
"Ah, there it is..." Bakura said, pressing delicately on Malik's prostate.
As much as the restraints let him, the boy bolted up off the table, and let out another stifled moan. This was better than Jonouchi. By far. Very far. Oh gods please do that again...
It was when he raised his head that he noticed how Bakura's head showed up between his legs, just behind his... oh god. 'Shit!!' he mentally cursed at his hardened member. 'Oh, not NOW. Down, boy... down!! Stoooooop!'
Then... footsteps.
"Okay, I'm ready!" chirped a feminine voice. Isis was back!
She walked past Bakura, ignoring him, and stopped at Malik, swirling to face him. "Bakura will continue the internal exam. I'll take your blood pressure, sir."
Isis took out a black object from her coat's pocket, that looked quite like a large armband... and wrapped it around Malik's bicep.
"Breathe normally, sir."
Pump pump pump.... the band tighened around the flesh... pish... pishh...piiishhhh... the band deflated slowly...
"Blood pressure too high. Are you smoking, sir?"
Malik made a first eye contact with her. There was a weirdo playing in his ass, making him hard like never before, and the only thing she could care about was his blood pressure??
"SMOKING?" Malik cried. "You KNOW I don't s--"
Isis turned to give him a very brief but penetrating glare that said 'Be Silent Now'.
It had the effect of simultaneously shutting him up and deflating his growing erection by about a centimeter. Amazing, how effective his big sister was, even when drugs were involved.
"Is-- isn't he supposed to be wearing GLOVES?" Malik blurted suddenly, trying to deflect attention from his growing erection by glowering at the assistant who leaned so nonchalantly between his thighs. His head still swam fuzzily, and his heart still hammered so deeply, as though his blood had thickened so much that it wouldn't move through his veins... like honey ... ooohhhh... the finger inside him gave a sweet twitch, brushing against his prostate more sharply and causing him to jerk convulsively. His cock stiffened so completely that it arched completely back onto his stomach, leaving a tiny streak of moisture.
Oh Jesus... I will not moan... I will not moan...
Bakura looked up very seriously. "Oh, but that would simply be a crime--" he breathed. "To touch something like this, without being able to feel it. Wouldn't it, Doctor?"
Malik, unable to believe his ears, whipped his head around to stare at Isis. But she was engrossed in writing down more notations on his chart and ripping the sphygmomanometer's cuff off his arm. "There now, and your immunization is all taken c-- BAkura!" she broke off suddenly, the gold ornaments in her braids clattering melodiously as she whirled to fix Bakura with a stern look. The used needle was in her hand. "Bakura. What did you GIVE him in that shot, for mercy's sake? It's no WONDER his blood pressure is up so high right now...! And that explains the elevated temperature... the abnormally high pulse-rate... the disorientation..."
Here, Isis waved a finger slowly in front of Malik's eyes. Malik struggled to track its motion for a moment, then grew too dizzy and let his head fall back onto the table with a groan. "And the unresponsive pupils... very unresponsive! He can barely focus! And look at that flushed skin... " She held the back of her hand to Malik's cheek. So cool on his burning skin! He tossed his head lightly against her touch like an infant, and bit his lips shut around a moan. Isis sighed and shook her head. "Bakura, what have you done? This medication wasn't on his chart at all."
Bakura pouted slightly and slipped another finger inside Malik, scissoring them gently. "Oh, Sensei, I know-- but doesn't he look beautiful like this? All flushed and... and soft, and yielding... and helpless..."
Malik whimpered deep in his throat.
"Sensei. He feels like silk." A drift of silver hair across his leg as Bakura leaned in briefly to kiss the inside of his thigh. Malik shuddered, rolling his hips involuntarily along with the slow scissor-motion of the assistant's fingers inside him. "Like the innermost petals of a desert primrose."
"Well..."
"And I detect no inflammation or malformation of the rectal passage or prostate gland."
Isis had her hand on one hip, considering; slowly she returned her other hand to Malik's face, stroking his cheek with the backs of her knuckles. She brushed a lock of damp hair away from the side of his neck, stroking him there as well. Inside him, Bakura had added a third finger, making Malik's limbs turn immediately into liquid. He turned his face against Isis's hand, wondering why his own sister's touch suddenly felt so electric, so light, so... so... He needed more. If she didn't use more pressure with her hand, and move it further down, and SOON, he would go screamingly insane from the lack of touch. And this was just on his face...what was happening...
"But this is just from manual palpation," Bakura continued, abruptly sliding his fingers out of Malik so suddenly that the boy cried out at the loss, and thrust his hips reflexively against nothing for a moment. He squeezed his eyes closed and wished that this were a dream. "I would have to have a closer look, a more precisely calibrated assessment."
"Well, Bakura, your training IS coming along well, if you can tell so much already from just the digital exam." Isis took up a pair of latex gloves, stretching them to put them on; then she seemed to think better of it, and threw them onto the tray near the tube of lubricant. Her cool hand drifted down Malik's neck again, onto his chest, pressing the firm pectoral muscles greedily, fingers flickering idly against a nipple as she moved away. "...And he DOES look so lovely, all spread out like that..." A small sigh. "But would you mind examining him manually again? Just to make sure?" Her look lovingly turned down to Malik before she continued, "You wouldn't want my lovely otooto to have problems... am I right?"
Bakura smiled. "If you INSIST, Doctor..."
One, two, three fingers sucessfully found their way back inside Malik, who moaned even more when he felt his sister's weight pressing on his lower torso. Bending over her young brother, her lower half between the pair of sprawled legs, Isis move closer to Bakura to brush her lips against his.
"Yes, I insist. That's an order, Bakura."
Malik couldn't stiffle his moans as he felt the three fingers moving insistantly on his prostate, polishing it like a precious gemstone, pressing it like one would press a loaf of bread, making sure the pastry was soft enough.
"I feel nothing wrong, Ishtar-sensei...."
Isis' face was still covered with fear and doubt. "I recommand a biopsy. I want to be positive about this."
Again, Bakura's fingers abruptly left Malik. "I agree, Doctor."
Malik stopped his writhing when he heard the light clank of metal on metal. Isis had taken up that deadly-looking hinged instrument that was shaped so much like a duck's bill, but for the merciless stainless steel color-- and the sudden glob of lubricant that Isis now squeezed along the flat part. The business end. It was... it was... it was very wide. He still had no idea what it was for, but he suddenly had an idea of where it was supposed to go. Malik's eyes widened, but he was powerless to move.
"But this will never do for a complete exam. We must have a closer look inside him," Isis insisted. "Now, normally, these are used for gynecological exams only...." A low chuckle, sounding strangely self-satisfied. "But we have found here at the clinic that they work equally as well for those occasions when we need to see more clearly inside the male passages, as well." She squeezed the handles of the duck-billed instrument, and the halves of the beak came apart with a fearsome ratcheting sound, making an open-sided cylinder. A cylinder at least two inches in diameter. She released the catch, and the blades snapped back together again with a flat smacking sound.
Malik let out a small shriek. And gulped soundly, eyes widening at the realisation. He could hear his heart racing noisily in his head and smashing almost painfully against his thorax.
Isis quickly wrapped her arms around Malik's head, smiling and brushing her cheek against his. "Oh, Malik, don't fret...! You don't know how much I love you!! I'd simply never forgive myself if something bad happened to your health!" She moved back, facing him, noses almost touching. "This is only for your own good, my dear, lovely, beautiful little brother..."
Malik wasn't listening. He was waiting for it. Then he felt IT: the round, COLDcoldcoldcold tip of the metallic object pressing delicately on his anal entrance, as if it was asking permission to slide in.
"Nnngg..." he let out, before adding a loud "aaaAAhhh!", followed by labored panting as the icy instrument came into his passage.
Pain! Cold! Invasion! Stretching! Cold sharp edges! Oh dear GODS--how did women DO this? And if they had to go through this twice a year... whoever decided that that women were weaker than men, anyway?
"Slowwwly, Bakura," Isis instructed, her voice breathy and hoarse. Her hand caressed Bakura's shoulder as the assistant smoothly slid the metal tongues inside Malik's protesting passage. "Keep the angle flat. Don't go in crooked, or you'll gouge him. Just aim straight back."
Malik clenched his fists around the sweat on his palms, nails digging into his flesh.
Isis and Bakura exchanged winks. Bakura retracted the object slightly, adjusted the angle of the speculum, then let it glide quickly over the prostate. As a response, the blond arched his back as much as he could, threw his head back, close his eyes and let a delicious gasp escape his open mouth. He pulled so much on his restraints that both specialists could hear canvas creaking against metal. The table rocked against the floor.
"Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod..." Malik's sore throat expressed in a murmur. Bakura was now letting the speculum running freely in and out the pink hole, enjoying the sounds of the helplessly moaning boy.
"Good," whispered the doctor. "Just beautiful. OK. Now open him up and let's have a look."
"As you say, Doctor." Bakura hummed quietly under his breath, still horribly off-key, as he steadied the speculum's angle with one hand, then tightened his grip on the handles. Squeezed. That ratcheting noise-- and the blossoming pleasure of a moment ago was suddenly replaced by a terrible stretching sensation... painful invasion... heated metal edges scraping slowly against his tender flesh as the blades clicked slowly apart. Further apart. And... when he thought it simply couldn't be possible to stretch any further... even FURTHER apart. And then one last click, stretching him open one final millimeter.
Malik bit his tongue and tasted thin blood. He let out a shriek and arched his back in a panic, rolling his hips in an attempt to dislodge the instrument.
"No, no! Mr. Ishtar! You must lie perfectly still!" Bakura said quickly. Isis leaned swiftly and placed a strong forearm across Malik's chest, pressing him back down onto the table. "If you move around with this thing inside you, you could get cut."
"Anh! Annnnhhh!! Let me go! Take it out!!" Malik pleaded, squeezing his eyes shut.
"It's all right, darling... just lie still, sshhhhh" Isis crooned, still holding him firmly down. Her lips brushed his neck just below his ear. "Bakura, can you see properly into the passage? Is he ready?"
"Yes, Doctor." Bakura peered into the tube created by the speculum, shining the beam of a small penlight into the open passage. "Wow! You really can see all the way in here! And I think I can hear the ocean!"
Malik drew in another breath to shout a protest-- and his voice died in his throat when he felt something even firmer, smaller, and more pointed than Bakura's fingers stroke delicately against his prostate. His breath caught deep in his chest and his mouth dropped open wide. His body still writhed helplessly, but this time it was in an effort to get closer to that delicate point of ecstasy that was caressing the very center of him so perfectly. He cried out in pleasure and confusion.
"What-- oh god, what--"
The delicious white bolts of agonizing pleasure disappeared as quickly as they had occurred. Malik bit his lower lip and moaned helplessly. He opened his eyes to see Bakura withdrawing a long cotton swab from the speculum, smiling at it, and then wiping it calmly on a laboratory slide.
"There now. That wasn't so bad, was it?" Isis whispered. Malik turned his head to see her,
flush-faced and cloudy-eyed with arousal, still holding him down with one arm.... but with her other hand moving slowly, nearly invisibly, beneath her lab-coat and long skirt. "Look at you. My Malik. So young and strong, yet so fresh... so easily broken... ahhh... my baby... mmmnm...."
"Doctor?" Bakura prompted gently, leaning between Malik's open thighs, waving the laboratory slide in its clear envelope.
"Ahh... Oh! Very good, Bakura..." Isis shook herself slightly, but her hand did not stop moving under her dress. She wet her lips at Bakura. Bakura bit his rosy lower lip at her, narrowing his colossal eyes and flicking his tongue across his pointed little teeth. Malik blinked, unsure of what had just passed between them.
"Bakura... You have plenty more of those swabs left, don't you?"
"Yes, Doctor."
"Why don't you... nnnh... take another... ahh. ..another smear. Just to be sure. I don't think our patient will mind." Isis's breath was speeding up and echoing alarmingly in Malik's ear, and she bit the lobe sharply, making his earring sway. Malik shivered, drew a shocked breath, and found that his erection was returning to full-strength again from her heat and closeness. This... this couldn't be...
"Yes Doctor. Whatever you say." Bakura's thin, cool hands took their time sliding back down the insides of Malik's thighs. He smiled like a cat as he opened the jar of cotton swabs and took out a generous handful.
Malik understood. That heavenly sensation was going to come back... come back... come ba--"Nnnggaaaaahhh!" he let out again, feeling Bakura's swabs brushed against his prostate for a second time.
Isis noticed how close Malik was coming to his climax: the way he was trying to stifle his moans before he'd pant heavily, the teeth marks on his lower lip, the tiny and pearly drop of pre-cum crowning the tip of her brother's member...
"Bakura...ah...I want...uh...five slides..."
Very good. This was perfect. Bakura would stroke those lovely cotton pads on his spot, and he would make him come hard. Malik mentally smiled to himself.
"Would you like to check for yourself, Doctor Ishtar?" the assistant asked.
Isis let her arm off Malik's chest, realizing how the boy had stopped thrashing under her. She slowly walked over Bakura, the right corner of her coat in hand. Both doctors' eyes met and started a silent conversation. Soon enough, Bakura's free hand left Malik's inner thigh to move slowly on Isis's. Her hand took Bakura's previous position on Malik's leg, feeling the silky skin of the blond boy under her smooth palm. The woman let out a contented sigh as she felt Bakura's thumb moving over her panties, rubbing her private parts delicately.
But this whole play escaped Malik's senses, which were totally focused on one precise place of his body: aside from his stretched rectum, he enjoyed every second of this "examination". The speculum was still holding him painfully open, but the constant brushing over his prostate was even more torturously arousing. "Oh...ohgod...ohhhh..." he started, bucking his hips very lightly, "I'm...I'm gonna...I'm gonna c-"
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP...
"Awww, crap!" Isis cursed into Bakura's mouth, lips locked on his. From her coat, she took out her pager before checking the number appearing on the small device. "An emergency at the hospital. Why NOW, of all times?" She grumbled under her breath, straightened her coat, then moved over to her desk. "Bakura," she shouted, annoyance clearly tainting her voice, "are you done yet?"
"This is the last slide, Sensei."
"Good. I'm leaving now. I'm gonna call you soon enough, I'll probably need some files... Thank god, the hospital is not far from here. You'll join me as soon as you're done. Got it?"
"Yes, madame."
"Sorry, Malik! I have to go. I'll see you later tonight. Bye!"
The conversation had been flat. Formal. Normal. As if nothing happened. As if Isis was just in a hurry to bring back her rented video before the "deadly 6:00 pm".
Bakura looked at her leaving the office without moving, then slowly turned back to Malik as he heard the door slam shut. He grinned maliciously.
"And now, it's just you and I, my boy..."
The medic placed a long and heated kiss on the inside of the boy's leg, and sucked gently on the skin. He locked his eyes on Malik's, showing him the long swab, then looking at it himself, still smiling that unnervingly wide smile.
"You want it, don't you?"
Malik faintly nodded. Oh no, he didn't want it. He NEEDED it. Badly. He has been so close. If it hadn't been for that cursed pager...
"Veeeery good, my lovely...."
Another wet kiss on his thigh. Bakura's free hand pushed his legs even further apart... but his hand was so close to... so close to him... so close he could move his thumb over the very base of Malik's penis, just a centimeter above his anus. The movement quickly brought the youth back to the edge, and the last swab over his prostate was about to make him fall into a deep abyss.
"Nnn... ngg!... come... I-I'm comi--" he panted.
"There, I'm done, boy. See, it wasn't that bad!"
No more brushing. As quickly as it had entered him, the swab left him-- followed by the speculum, his anal ring painfully readjusting.
"I thank you for your patience and your cooperation, Mr. Ishtar! We are going to send the slides to the lab. We shall receive the results within a week or so. But I'm positive everything is fine, so you shouldn't worry."
W-WHAT???
Malik shot deadly glares at Bakura. 'Oh no, you're not done with me. I WANT TO COME. NOW.' his eyes seemed to scream. But his mouth remained shut, teeth clenched.
DRRRIIINNNNNNNGGGGGG...
"Ah, must be Doctor Ishtar..."
Bakura picked up the phone. "Bakura speaking. - Yes, I will. - Mokuba Kaiba? I'll look for his chart and bring it with me. - No problem, Doctor. - Mr. Ishtar is fine."
"NO I'M NOT!!" Malik yelled from across the office.
"I see. I will, Sensei." Bakura ignored him. Click. Then he turned and screamed suddenly at the wall: "RYOOOOUUUUUUU!!!"
Malik jumped.
From behind a second door, behind Isis's desk, came a young boy, close to Malik's age, but with narrow elfin features that were very similar to Bakura's. Almost exactly like Bakura's. Malik blinked. A near doppelganger! Same silver hair, same icing-sugar complexion, same delicate bones, same huge dark eyes lost in shadow behind the thick tumble of pale bangs. But--no, not exactly Bakura. Different. The feral grin was missing, as were the mad glitter of the eyes, the aura of gleeful menace. This boy had a softer glow about him, like a pearl lost under the harsh fluorescent lights. He was clearly flustered, eyes downcast and darting, hands fumbling, cheeks slightly flushed. Small silver wire-rimmed glasses on his pixieish nose, a black ribbon holding his hair back in a loose ponytail, and an air of undefiled innocence were the main differences between the two look-alikes.
"You called, sir?" asked the named Ryou, nervously brushing his hands on his white lab coat.
"We need a spermograph from Mr. Ishtar, over there." Bakura indicated the patiend with a small movement of his head. "Please show him. Make it quick, I'm bringing it to the hospital lab."
"A... w-what?"
"You heard me! QUICK!"
Malik heard a quiet 'WHAP!', followed by an 'ouch. Then quick footsteps came closer to him.
"What the fuck is going on here, anyway?" Malik demanded suspiciously, still panting, still fighting to keep the boy in focus through the haze of the drug. It was starting to wear off, but the young technician kept turning into Bakura, and then blurring back again as Malik blinked to clear his vision.
"Mister Ishtar, we need to-- AAH!?"
Ryou's eyes went wide as saucers, realising how said Mr. Ishtar laid helplessly tied to the examination table.
"B-Bakura-sensei..." the youth began, almost running away.
"I don't have time for that, Ryou. Bring me what I asked for," Bakura cut him off, fumbling within the patient's files.
"But..."
"NOW."
Ryou went back over to the glaring Malik, took a deep breath, then started to pull on the patient's restraints. His small fingers were shaking as they fumbled at the straps, clawing vainly at the heavy canvas knots.
"C-can't untie them," he murmured.
"Ryou, is it for today or tomorrow??" Bakura screamed from the other part of the office.
"Y-yes sir!" More futile attempts. The straps refused to budge. "Comeoncomeoncomeonnnn..."
"Ryou, dammit! I'm late!"
Ryou gasped, looked around in panic, saw a clear container wrapped in a sterile plastic bag, and took it out. A bright red blush suddenly stained his cheeks as he made a slight grimace. His eyes met Malik's for a split-second, and then dropped to the container in his hands. "I'm... I'm sorry, sir," he said to Malik, his voice a near-whisper.
Sorry? What?
Without warning Ryou grabbed Malik's penis and began to stroke it rapidly, repeating "ImsorryImsorryImsorry"' under his breath like a mantra. Malik gasped at the sudden and unexpected touch, eyes widening, his cock growing rock-hard in the other teen's hand. He let out small whimpers, then a painful moan as the sperm finally shot out of his stiffened member. He moaned and whimpered again, almost crying, head falling to the side, breathing labored, eyes glassy.
Ryou's face was crimson as he wiped his hands on his lab-coat. Then he closed the container and brought it quickly to Bakura.
"About time!" Malik heard Bakura saying, before the faint sound of another 'WHAP'. Sounds of footsteps fading away, then the slamming of a door.
End of part 2! Reviews are always appreciated!