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THE SPECIALIST, PART 4
'Bitch....'
Bakura's narrowed eyes looked at nothing in particular. He was just thinking absently of recent events...
--flashback--
The brat, Mokuba Kaiba, had a problem with his prepuce. Darn piece of foreskin, how come he didn't had it removed when he was young? The thing was stuck there, unable to come back over the penis' head! It made him wonder what was the kid doing to get in such a situation...Immediate surgery, Dr. Ishtar decided. But first, anesthesia. "Call me when he's gonna be ready!" the woman had said, dragging his assistant with her. Good, this will take at least half an hour...
They entered an empty room. The laudry room. Fresh white clothes piled up on tablets, one beside each other, perfectly lined up like little soldiers. There was also a bed, unused for some reason. 'Broken' could be read on a paper stuck over one of the steel bedposts.
Isis pushed her assistant lightly, sitting him down on the mattress. Unbuttoning her coat, she exposed her dark-green miniskirt and her skin-tight tanktop. Running his fingers around her waist, Bakura gently pulled up her shirt and planted wet kisses on her exposed stomach, sticking his tongue into her navel while fumbling with her skirt.
She moaned lightly, letting the man pleasure her body so perfectly, like the numerous times he did before. Isis was always enchanted at Bakura's new caresses and different techniques, as he was always turning their lovemaking into something new every time.
"How come you never told me your brother was so HOT?" he breathed into her ear after he turned her around, her back now pressed against his chest.
The woman giggled, feeling Bakura's hardness pressing on her rear, his hands frantically caressing the insides of her legs.
"Because," she replied. "Oooh... mmm..." Bakura was now sliding his right hand inside her panties, stroking her oh-so-delicately, just like the very way she loved it, while his other hand squeezed her breast in a jealous grip.
"You're already pretty wet, Doctor..."
She squeaked and giggled again, now petting Bakura's growing crotch. "He's pretty, my little brother.... isn't he?"
"Very. He's so..." Bakura got her closer to him, then breathed into the crook of her neck. "I could barely keep still during the whole examination... I would have take him right away, Doctor!" He moaned aloud before kissing her exposed shoulders, stroking her a bit more rapidly.
"Nggg," she let out, closing her eyes and letting her head rest on the man's shoulder. She opened her legs even wider, giving him more access to her privacy. She soon felt a finger slide inside her. "Bakuraaaaaaaahhhh!" Her body trembled and she climaxed, her arm wrapping around the his neck so as to not slide down off the bed. Closing her eyes and breathing heavily, she remained still for a while, just enjoying her orgasm fading away.
"Good. Now it's going to be MY turn," Bakura thought, his grin widening, his erection painfully screaming to be released from the tight pants.
Isis stood quickly and sighed deeply, visibly content. "That was great, Bakura. Thanks!" Straightening her clothes, she turned around and walked away, leaving the laundry room.
Bakura was dumbfounded. "W-wait!!" he screamed.
Isis reopened the door, peeking her head in. "I'll do the surgery alone, Bakura. You can take off for the rest of the day." She left again, then reappared for a second time. "Oh, by the way, Bakura. Nobody touches my little brother without asking my permission first. Have a nice day!"
She left, leaving him blueballed and extremely frustrated.
--enf of flashback--
"Bitch," Bakura murmured absently.
The medical assistant heard light footsteps. Looking up in their direction, he saw Ryou, shyly brushing his hands along his coat, trying to avoid his employer's eyes by hiding behing his small glasses.
"Come over here," Bakura demanded.
"Sensei," Ryou murmured, eyes downcast as though he had been summoned to a guillotine. But he moved, slowly, as though in a trance, to stand before Bakura's chair with his hands folded primly in front of him. Bakura reached up and slid his hands around Ryou's waist.
"Ryou," he said, startling the boy with the quietness of his voice. "Come on now. You know what comes next."
Ryou stared down at Bakura's motionless figure and seemingly calm face, sensing carefully how much violence there was stored behind all that. With a sigh, he turned around to face the wall and unbuttoned his lab coat.
"Gooood boy," Bakura whispered, and was suddenly upon him.
In the bathroom, with the lights off and his ear pressed the the wall, Malik heard nothing but a muffled thump. Then a tiny squeak. He was sweating against the cool tiles. The door was too thick to hear anything clearly, really, but it was VERY clear what was now happening to the luckless young technician. The deluded, luckless young technician who had so considerately hidden him away, just to protect him from the assistant doctor's greedy hands.
A long moan, and the stifled sharpness of a slap on bare flesh.
Malik suddenly couldn't take it anymore.
"Get OFF him!" he shouted, suddenly flinging the bathroom door wide open, charging into the room to knock heavily into Bakura's shoulder.
"What the--" Bakura barely had time to look up from Ryou's bare back before he was tackled onto the examination table with a crash.
"Malik!" Ryou, who was still standing with his face against the wall-- naked with his arms braced on either side of his head-- whipped his head suddenly, tumbling his hair into his face. "What--"
Malik pounced onto Bakura again, fighting off the last of the dizziness from the drug. Acting on instinct, he found that he still knew how to pin someone's wrists down with one hand. "Ryou, quick! Get the straps!"
"The straps?" Ryou looked dazed, holding his lab-coat closed over his nakedness.
"Yeah! Those canvas things! There!"
"Ummm... here..." Ryou drew his hand back quickly, as though afraid of being bitten.
"You'll fucking PAY--" Bakura thrashed and spat beneath Malik like a wild animal in a trap. "You little brat, you think you can-- hey!!"
"Here. See how YOU like it," Malik snarled, swiftly knotting the canvas around Bakura's wrists, then looping the strap through one of the hinges of the table and securing it there. "Ryou. The other strap. And hold this ankle down, would you?"
"Let me GO! You little son of a--" Bakura screamed. "You won't get away with doing this to ME, not even if that goddamn ball-busting evil hellcat bitch of a chief-doctor IS your big sister--" He broke off when Malik failed to reply; eyes rolling desperately, he panted and cast about for inspiration. "Ryou! You NEED this job, right? If you don't let me go right now, I'll see to it that you--"
Ryou seemed to revive a bit, no longer sagging against the wall. Feverish spots of pink appeared on his cheekbones, and the darkness of his eyes started to dance with little white lights. "Sensei," he whispered, with the same reverent slowness as before. "You won't fire me, and you won't get Doctor Ishtar in trouble." He moved to the tray of needles and vials, slim fingers dancing across the tops of the ampules until they slowed over the one they were looking for. "Let's try.... this one."
"Ryou... you wouldn't dare...." Bakura seethed.
"Dare me." Ryou's eyes firmly met Bakura's and held them firmly, while his experienced fingers blindly sought a fresh needle and packaged alcohol-swab.
"Hey--" Malik breathed, panting somewhat from the exertion of wrestling Bakura into bondage. He gave his head a twitch to clear it. "You got any dope in there to make US stronger and more awake? Instead of just turning your Sensei here into a zombie?"
"Ohh..." Ryou shuffled the bottles around with a merry humming noise. "We have stuff here for every occasion..."
Malik slid up to Ryou and kissed his cheek lightly. "Come on, let's do it. Ourselves. Make him suffer all the more that he's still AWAKE for everything, you know?"
Ryou leaned gently against Malik, and his hand hesitated between two bottles. "But I would LIKE Bakura as a zombie."
More shuffling through the flasks before Ryou exclaimed "Ah!", smile covering his face. "Let's try this one...then this one..."
Malik watched in silence as Ryou prepared two needles, the clear tubes sucking on the liquids the bottles contained. He spun around, walking toward his sensei, swinging his hips from left to right, just like his employer would do.
"Mr. Bakura, it's your lucky day! I'm going to give you a shot!" mimicked Ryou, cheerfully.
Under Malik's strong grip, Bakura didn't flinch as Ryou approached him.
"Something to say before the injection?" the blond asked, grinning as if Bakura was about to live his last minutes. "You seem pretty calm for someone who's goi-"
"There's always tomorrow, my dear," Bakura cut, turning his face towards the blond as he spoke. "If I can't beat the shit out of you today, then I'll do it tomorrow."
The specialist's overconfidence enerved Malik, who sneered. "Hurry, Ryou! Let's have our revenge! And this time..." He looked at Bakura, "It's personal."
"Feh," Bakura mocked, tossing against the straps now restraining his wrists and ankles, before feeling the needle hide under his skin. He tried to suppress the sleepy feeling from invading him, muttering sacrilegious obscenities at the boys, but in vain. He collapsed, bending forward and landing between Ryou's arms.
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