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THE SPECIALIST, PART 3
Malik sagged against the table, breathing hard, head swimming. "What the fuck," he muttered thickly. That sudden, rough caress had brougnt on an orgasm more jolting than pleasurable, and his bones felt weak right down to the marrow. The skin of his wrists and ankles burned from the chafing of the canvas straps, and right now, he didn't care if he stayed tied up for the rest of his life.
In the turbulent wake of Bakura's departure, Ryou leaned his back against the closed door and looked extremely upset, face red, eyes closed, chest heaving. His hands shook as he folded his glasses and slipped them into the pocket of his lab-coat. "ImsorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry," he whispered again, shaking his head.
"Heyyyyy," Malik slurred. "What's a' matter with YOU? I'm a' one who's fuckin tied UP. Man."
Ryou swallowed with an audible clicking sound. "Oh! Oh dear. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Mr. Ishtar." In a second Ryou had glided across the office and set to work on the straps once more. "I'm so sorry. Let me get these off You. Dam... dammit..." He took a deep breath and started to pull at the ends of the knot more carefully. When he spoke next, Malik could barely hear: "It's just that he makes me so nervous."
Malik lay still as Ryou finally loosened the strap around his arms. Both biceps were suddenly free, and burning slightly as the blood returned gratefully to the flesh. Malik sighed contentedly and stretched his arms, inhaling deeply. Ryou leaned further across his body to work on the straps holding Malik's ankles in the stirrups.
He smelled nice. Like fresh air, clean clothes, smooth skin, sweet soap. The kind of soap you used on a baby. An innocent smell. Malik sat up and leaned back on his elbows, letting Ryou's arm press itself fully against his hip. A sheaf of silver hair fell across his thigh as Ryou leaned more closely to the knots, making Malik's skin shiver from the softness. He closed his eyes and felt his damp cock rise again-- already?-- giving a slight twitch as it woke up in the silky drifts of Ryou's hair.
"Aha!" Ryou gasped triumphantly, sweeping away the last canvas strap. Malik's joints and muscles sang relief as he finally took his heels out of the stirrups and lowered his thighs.
"Oh gods, THANK you," he sighed.
"That was just barbaric," Ryou murmured, gently rubbing Malik's ankle where the red friction-burns were rising, slapping the blood gently back to the surface. "To tie you up like that!"
Although his legs were finally lowered, his erection did not follow. Malik watched it in disbelief as it kept stiffening every time Ryou touched his skin anywhere... the slim shaft arched backward, harder and harder, until the tip brushed his stomach again. God! That drug must not have been quite finished with him yet. "It sure was barbaric," he moaned softly. "I couldn't move... an inch... And now...."
Ryou straightened and tossed away the canvas, then abruptly turned and noticed the state of Malik's hard-on. "Oh!" he exclaimed, blushing. His eyes widened as Malik took his arm firmly. "Ummm... what are you..."
"Ryou," Malik whispered as he sat up suddenly and shoved Ryou onto his knees on the floor. "Suck me. Please."
"P-Pardon me?" Ryou blinked numerous times.
"You heard me: Please suck me."
Ryou giggled nervously. "Well, Mr. Ishtar... hum..." He suddenly gasped, feeling Malik's hand roughly grabbing his shoulder.
"You wouldn't want me to babble about what you previously did to me, would you? You molested me, you know? I'll make you lose your job!" Malik menaced.
Those last words sank low inside Ryou, who abruptly stopped his little laugh, seriously thinking about the situation. He soon swallowed hard and placed himself between the blond's legs. In one swift motion, the young white-haired boy caressed Malik's twitching cock and wrapped his tongue around its dripping tip.
The tanned boy gasped loudly, instinctively pressing one hand behind Ryou's head. "Fuck, I'm so... so horny... you have no idea..." He threw is head backward, gently growling. His head moved forward again, looking down at the other boy. "Do you...?...you swallow, right?"
A faint whimper as an answer. Ryou's tongue over his length, over his scrotum, then back on the length, then around the tip... then the whole thing engulfed in his little mouth...
"Yeeeess....mmm...ah!" Malik was now bucking his hips, feeling his penis hit the back of the other boy's throat with each movement. He suddenly held still, hands shove in his partner's white mane, his whole body trembling, before letting out his creamy liquid.
Startled, Ryou choked a little before swallowing noisily. Malik let go of him, panting heavily,
re-enjoying the post-orgasmic effects of the lights playing behind his closed eyelids. The white-hairted boy backed off slightly, brushing his lips with the back of his finger.
"Gods! You're amazing!" Malik breathed. "I'm sure you do that every day!"
As Malik lay back on the table, catching his breath, he heard a faint sniffle. Opening his eyes in shock, siting up, he looked down at the trembling boy at his feet.
'Oh shit, what have I done?' he thought in a chilly moment, watching the other boy's eyes redden and glimmer.
Ryou's hands were fumbling around his lab coat. He vainly tried to suppress the tears that suddenly escaped his eyes, and soon Malik found him sobbing soundly.
"I know-- sniffle--Bakura-sensei asks me every day--sniffle-- and-- and he says I'm good too--" Ryou's voice hitched as his tale spun out between the sniffles. "But I really really need this job, sir. And I could be canned right away if-- sniffle-- if I don't do the job properly."
Malik swallowed. His thoughts went cloudy. 'Shit. So I'm just as lame as that psychotic doctor...'
Malik felt so bad that he abruptly slid down the table and sat beside Ryouon the floor. "Hum... look... I'm sorry. That wasn't nice. I shouldn't have done that to you."
The young employee sniffled a bit and wiped his wet cheeks before smiling faintly. "It's okay." He tried to avoid Malik's eyes, but his eyes fell on the patient's renewed erection. Ryou blushed and quickly looked away, his reaction making Malik blink as he realized what was happening again.
"Gwahhh! Not again!" he shouted, covering his genitals. "Hey-- can someone tell me-- what's WRONG with me? Why do I keep getting this-- this--?"
Ryou stood and walked over to the desk, picking up Malik's chart, then sat back beside the patient.
"Well... if it's a medical problem, then it SHOULD be written there," the boy started. "Malik Ishtar, age 16, five feet eight inches tall, 125 pounds, blah blah... immunization as of today... ah... AHH?!?"
The blond perceived the blush that ran on Ryou's pale features. "What?...WHAT?"
"Hum... well..."
Malik took the chart of Ryou's hands and read himself. "Cy-cycloben...zaprine... 10mg... Diazepam... 50mg. S-sildena-f-fil citrate... 100mg... methyl tri-chloride... 990ppm... what the HELL is that shit?"
Ryou signed. "Cyclobenzaprine is a muscular relaxant. Methyltrichloride is also known as 'chloroform' and you just inhale it. Diazepam is used also as a muscular relaxant, stress reliever and anxiety suppressor. And...and sildenafil citrate is...hum..."
Malik became impatient. "Well??"
Ryou blushed even more. "Umm... well... it's Viagra."
"WHAT?? VIAGRA?? AT MY AGE?" Malik shrieked. "ARGH!" He turned away, pouting, his chin in his palm. Geez, no wonder he had been stone-stiff ever since he'd awakened... and was still hard as rock! Irritably he folded his fist into his lap, trying to soothe the raging erection that refused to disappear. A deadly shot of Viagra, directly injected into his veins, along with other psychotropic substances.... Sheesh! And Isis approved of this? What kind of a doctor's office had Big Sister fallen in with, anyway??
Malik went to the sink and started to drink some water from a paper cup. "Hey, how come you know all that?" he asked the other boy after a while.
"Oh, I work here as a lab technician for the clinic. I also do extra work for Doctor Bakura," Ryou responded cheerfully.
"You work for that psycho?? He drugged me and...and... and he..."
"Bakura-sensei is a very good doctor!" Ryou defended his employer, thin fingers twisting and wringing each other anxiously. His face wore a radiant smile, but his cheeks were pale and his eyes nervous. "The kids really like him! Soon he'll a respectable medical specialist!"
"Oh yeah? What kind of specialist?" Malik asked angrily, sipping on his water.
"Pediatric urologist!"
Malik spat his water everywhere. "Pediatric uROlogist?" he sputtered, choking a bit in outrage.
"So you're telling me you work for a rapist urologist, who is allowed to work with CHILDREN, who drugs his patients and makes his lab-technician suck his dick, probably after each examination... a supposed SPECIALIST, who you're obviously afraid of- but still you defend him-- and, from the whapping sound I heard twice, he's BEATING you?"
Ryou's eyes began to tear again.
"But he's a wonderful assistant to Dr. Ishtar," Ryou murmured. "I always hear her complimenting his work. Sometimes they go into the office for HOURS to do extra work, with the doors locked so nobody disturbs them, and when they come out she's always smiling and telling him how brilliant he is. She says he's very talented with his hands and that nobody else in the world has a sense of detail like him."
Malik blinked and stared at Ryou, unable to believe that anybody could be quite that innocent. That naive. That-- that OBLIVIOUS. Eventually, without seeing the faintest trace of guile in Ryou's enormous eyes, he shook his head. "Uhhh.... Ryou... I, um, don't know how to tell you this.... But...."
"What?" The over-anxious look had returned to Ryou's face again, and the tears started to build up even shinier in his colossal eyes.
For some reason, Malik's heart gave a sudden lurch, and right now the only important thing in the world was to keep the tears from spilling out of those eyes. Such a strange urge... sitting here with a hard-on like a newly-forged rail spike... and the urge to hold this innocent creature close, touch its soft hair, take away the tears and the trembling.
"Oh--" What? My big sister is the trusted head doctor here, and she's having it off with her assistant VERY vividly, and they fondled each other right in front of me... Dr. Ishtar approved of your idol Bakura drugging me with fucking Valium and fucking VIAGRA, then tying me up so he could molest me with cotton swabs and touch me with his gloves off... while I was tied up,
my own sister would have fucked me herSELF right alongside him, if only it hadn't been for her pager? How to start such a saga...? Malik sighed instead, and crossed his hands more tightly over that pesky erection.
"You know what? It's not important."
Ryou sighed heavily. "I'm okay."
"No, really, I owe you an apology."
"Well... then you could... you could..." Ryou's face had been angled away from Malik's as they sat side by side on the floor, but as he spoke, Malik could clearly see his gigantic dark eyes dart back his way again. Quickly coming to rest on his crotch. "You could...." A series of fidgets. Ryou suddenly stopped twisting his fingers together, and laid his palm down on Malik's bare thigh with an unexpected firmness.
"Whaaaaat?"
"You could use that thing on me," Ryou whispered in one rush of breath. "It would help release some of...of that, the effects of the drug, and it..." His face was still downcast, but his eyes were dancing, lips moist, pale cheeks tinted with a wild pink blush. "And.... touch me. I want to feel it."
"You--" Malik's heart started that deep, heavy hammering again, jolting his chest and making his breath come harder. His speech-centers abruptly shut down the connection between his brain and his lips. "You-- after I just did that to you, you want--"
"I want to feel it without it being jammed inside me by force," whispered Ryou. "I want to feel every inch this time. Let it split me open. Taste it from inside me." Slowly, he slid closer until his slight warmth and clean fragrance filled Malik's senses, blotting out the glaring room with its chilly tiles and disinfectant smell. One small hand firmly took Malik's wrist, and gently pried away his covering hand from the helpless erection.
"Ryou-- are you--"
Soft lips on his. An insistent tongue. More strength in those skinny little fingers than he ever would have bargained on. Malik let the force of the kiss push his head back until he whacked his skull on the edge of the table and saw brief stars. Instead of jumping back from the noise like a skittish rabbit near a gunshot-- as Malik had expected-- Ryou only murmured softly in his throat and pushed Malik further back against the table leg. Malik started another protest, but was instantly weakened by the experienced grip of slim cool fingers around his tormented hard-on.
"But Ryou-- I don't-- don't know h--"
"I do."
There really was no arguing with this kid, was there?
"How do y--"
"Here. Stand here. I know where the lubricant is. Oh gods. Just stand here. I know what I'm doing." Ryou was muttering breathily to himself, a flurry of phrases disjointed by his distraction-- seeming to revert to the flustered jittery creature who had first entered the office. But then he abruptly dragged Malik up off the floor by his shoulders and stood him against the edge of the table-- again, such surprising strength! He knew exactly what he was after! Was the startled-rabbit act just a smokescreen? Was this creature just another Bakura after all? What was Malik about to get himself int--
Another shove.
"H-hey!!"
Before he had too much chance to wonder, Malik found himself pushed face-down onto the examination table, so that he was bent over its edge. Behind him, Ryou pressed one strong hand firmly into the small of his back so he could not straighten up; the other hand clamped once again around Malik's cock as its strained weight rested on the tabletop, making him moan long and deep in his throat.
"Hold still," Ryou whispered, breath stirring the hair above Malik's ear.
"Hurry," whispered Malik.
Sounds of clattering behind him. Sounds of rustling paper, rustling fabric, squeak of a zipper handled too impatiently, harsh breathing that got deeper and deeper, now the slippery slishing sounds of something being frantically moistened. A moan from Ryou.
"Look," and Ryou's whisper was even softer now, as though he had just entered a church. A cool, wet finger suddenly slipped into Malik's passage and buried itself to the knuckle. "Look. You're so ready. So perfectly ready. I bet this could..." A second finger. Malik cried out impatiently, then bit his lips shut. "Could swallow me whole," Ryou finished.
The restraining hand came off Malik's back, and Malik felt himself being stretched open by the two invading fingers. No time for gradual entrance, hesitant exploration, gentle stretching, no time for any of that. Malik needed it all the way, NOW. "Give it all to me," he growled softly at Ryou. He arched his back and ground his teeth together, tossing his head until he felt his own hair trailing all the way down his spine. The fingers were gone now, replaced by...
"Oh my god," he hissed, biting his own arm hard. "I...I had no idea you... you were this... this big..."
A small laugh between panting breaths. "I'm nothing, compared to Bakura-sensei..."
Ryou's heartbeat, triphammering like a hummingbird between Malik's shoulderblades. Slick cock nestled deep inside him. A fist caught deep into his hair, first caressing like a little girl with a horse's mane, now jerking his head back so Ryou could whisper into his ear. And despite the rough handling and brusque urgency, such a gentle little voice, such simple words, such childlike wonder:
"Malik.... You're... so... soft..."
The blond slowly turned his head, looking over his shoulder to stare right inside those sweet chocolate eyes. Soon his sight rested on the technician's mouth, lusting for it, silently begging for an oral contact.
Ryou smiled and approached his head before slowly brushing his lips over Malik's, then over his tongue. He was about to let the patient enter his mouth when he jolted back, gasping loudly as he heard the telephone ringing.
"Oh shit!!" he exclaimed, nervous as the first moment he entered the office.
He suddenly left Malik's insides; Malik groaned, protesting against the end of the pleasurable sensation Ryou's cock gave him.
The technician quickly zipped back his jeans, ran to the desk and picked up.
"Hello? Ryou speaking. - Oh. I was cleaning, sir. -Actually, Mr. Ishtar left. - He didn't tell me,
Bakura-sensei. - No, not at all. - Y-Yes, doctor."
Click.
It took a good minute to Ryou to realise what was going on. So he stood still, hand tight around the phone.
"M-malik?" the boy called. "Ee-EEPP!"
Malik's arms snaked around Ryou's waist, grabbing his crotch and rubbing his hand over it.
"Pleeeaaase, come back and fuck me..."
"I can't! Bakura-sensei will be here in a second! You need to leave!!"
Ryou ran around the office and picked up Malik's neatly folded clothes off the counter.
"Oh no!!" Ryou let out desperatly, hearing the sound of screeching tires, a car's motor turning off. "Too late!" He looked around like a little fox trying to escape its hunter, breath stressed into nothing but quick gasps. Ryou spotted the door of the bathroom, just beside the examination table. Quickly grabbing Malik's wrist, he pushed the other boy into the small room. "Please don't come out, don't talk, don't breathe, don't make ANY noise! Please?"
Malik's silence as an affirmative answer. "Thank you," Ryou murmured before passionately crushing his lips over the other boy's for a quick kiss. "And lock the door!"
Ryou closed the door delicately, just in time. Bakura had slammed open the door of the office, looking extremely pissed-off, and had slammed it back shut before letting himself soundly sit on the chair before the desk.
END OF PART 3
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