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THE SPECIALIST, PART 6

On the tray, still near the examination table, was a long, transparent, rubber tube. The boy took it and examined it: flexible, almost like an elastic, except the tube had two ends. 'How convenient,' he thought. Resuming his thrusts gently, Malik reached for the tube.

Bakura moaned as he felt a hand gently stroking his aching member. Around his cock, Malik could feel the doctor's inner muscles tightening with arousal. Indeed, the medic was not at all unhappy about the boys' "rebellion"... rather, amused. And charmed. These two beauties could try to take over his office any day of the week.

The blond boy caressed Bakura lower, hand moving around his balls... gently... ohhh, yes... With Ryou's member in his mouth, Bakura almost choked as he suddenly felt something very TIGHT around his cock. In one quick motion, Malik had wrapped the I.V. tube around his member. The blond bitch had created a cockring!

"You, son of a filthy slut!" Bakura snarled, almost spitting Ryou's cock out of his mouth. "Get that th--" He wanted to say more, but Ryou quickly put his superior's mouth to better use, forcing his jaw open with both thumbs. Forcing! Skinny little Ryou, who could be incredibly strong when it was a matter of coitus interruptus. Who knew?

"Oh please, sensei, more... don't stop, don't STOP! Uhh... More, please!..." Watching Ryou's frantic brutality, Malik smiled down at Bakura's straining cock as he pulled the plastic tube tighter. He suddenly increased his thrusts again and brought himself quickly back to the edge of orgasm.

"What's the matter, sensei?" Malik murmured seductively. "We thought you LIKED toys."

Bakura now started writhing, struggling a bit; his thighs tensed in Malik's grip as he pulled vainly at the straps binding his ankles into the stirrups. He gave a soft panicky-sounding moan that was nearly drowned out by Ryou's sharp, breathy cries of escalating pleasure. It sounded like he might have been trying to actually say something, if Ryou hadn't been forcing his mouth open so far like that. Malik saw two pallid hands come up around Ryou's waist and claw in deep, as though trying to lift the boy right off his chest.

So. Bakura could take poisons and abuse and bondage and rough sex, but couldn't bear to have orgasm delayed for too long? The needle-wielding sex-crazed drug-resistant lunatic had his limits after all?

Good.

With a grin Malik increased his pace again, faster now, harder, hips rocking and slamming, flesh slapping against flesh. His eyes drifted closed and he felt his flesh tighten as he plunged in further than he'd ever been inside anyone before-- ohh, the soft tightness, the tensing of the helpless body beneath him, the white lights dancing against the backs of his eyelids. As he drove himself in all the way to the hilt, he heard the sharp intake of Bakura's breath, and a muffled scream around Ryou's cock. Ahh! He must have hit that magic sweet-spot inside the doctor! So-- everybody had one! Ohh, and every time he hit it, now, Bakura's entire body gave a jolt, and his swollen penis seemed to strain itself at the clear plastic tubing. But the tip remained dry. Not a single drop of precum could escape the tight ligature... not a drop of release, anywhere.

Not until this crazy fucker had bloody well learned his lesson.

Shuddering, on the verge of orgasm himself, Malik gently took Bakura's tormented purple cock between two fingers and flicked the tip. Just a little. Another scream, this one higher and more desperate-- but even more muffled than before.

"Ohh... ohhhh, senseeeeiii, yesss..." Ryou was sobbing for breath, rolling his hips voluptuously and dropping his head back on a taut neck. "I'm coming! I'm-- oh gods-- ahh-- ahhHHH--"

As Malik watched in fascination, Ryou gave a short scream at the ceiling and leaned, leaned, leaned deeper into Bakura as he arched himself backwards. His hair tumbled damply down his back, brushing Malik's face sweetly as it fell. A ripple seemed to shake him then-- body straining in a bow, mouth panting open around nothing-- and he held very still.

Bakura's hands still clutched at Ryou's hips, knuckles white around the fabric of his lab-coat. The medical assistant was silent.

Malik bit his lip, unable to take his eyes off Ryou's arched back or Bakura's white knuckles, and he came so suddenly and so deeply that he couldn't make a sound. Deep undersea-current throbs of pleasure rose from the base of his spine, an uncontrollable force throwing his hips forward and his head back. His skin went hot and cold all over, and his breath was lodged like a silver bullet in his throat.

Silence in the office, but for Ryou's harsh breathing and the last few creaks of the examination-table, as Malik slowed, then stopped. Then slumped forward between Bakura's knees, laying his hot forehead between Ryou's shoulderblades. Shakily he reached for Ryou and held tight.

Ryou slowly slipped his softened member out of Bakura's mouth, and leaned back into Malik's arms.

"I... I can't believe we just did that," he whispered softly. He reached out and gently touched Bakura's ravaged lips, glossing a drop of semen across their softness, brushing away a trace of blood where he'd shoved in too fast and split the flesh. Then he turned his head to kiss Malik, who was leaning so warmly over his shoulder, tightening his arms, strong and warm as a young lion behind him. A deep, sweet kiss like a cup of honey left in a sunbeam all day.

"My god. That was amazing," murmured Malik, nibbling on Ryou's lower lip when they finally parted. "It's a pity he's so insane. Otherwise, I can see where he'd be a lot of fun."

"I can't believe we just did that."

"You already said that."

"But I can't believe we just did that."

"Me neither, but then I can't believe that I would HAVE to do something like that at a doctor's office. This is one weeeeird fuckin' place you work at! He started it, you know!"

"I can't believe we-- to Bakura-- we just--"

"Hey. Ryou," breathed Malik. He held perfectly still. The office was very quiet. "Wait. Why isn't he jumping up to kill us both right now?"

Ryou leaned forward and brushed away a handful of silver hair so he could see the motionless face. A frightened squeak came out of him.

"Ohhhh, gods... Malik... He's, umm, he's..."

"Ryou. Did... did we kill him?"

Silence.

A gravelly chuckle started to rise, then grow in volume until it echoed, peals of laughter spiraling merrily around the office like rusted bells.

"Gods. You two little pussycat creatures... so fucking dramatic," came Bakura's thick, bruisey rasp through split lips. "You WISH you two ever had a chance in HELL of killing ME."

Both boys held very still as they watch the doctor chuckling crazily then suddenly choked a little bit, spitting a few droplets of sperm and blood. He laughed dangerously again, showing those little pointy teeth; right now, they looked as though they might be coated with poison.

"Now, my dear Ryou," he sarted, addressing said boy, "you will untie that damned fucking thing and suck me."

Ryou fidgeted in Malik's arms, not daring to move, breath escaping his mouth in little gasps.

"I meant 'now', my boy," Bakura added, still smiling, emphasizing the word 'now' by slightly nodding his head. Both boys could see the tremors of effort as he struggled to hold his body still, stretched out so unnaturally, so close to orgasm. Pain in his eyes.

"I... we... I... no. I won't." Ryou's answer was hesitant, voice trembling with a mix of exhaustion and fear.

The medic's smile faded as he looked away, before very suddenly sitting up, hands moving dangerously toward his assistant. The cords stood out in his neck as he snarled, "YoulittlemotherFUCKER!!!! WHATDIDYOUSAY??!!"

Ryou squeaked in terror as he saw his superior's hand trying to grab him violently. Malik reflexively threw his arms around Ryou and dragged him back out of Bakura's reach, but before he could do anything, a moan reached his ears.

"Ughhh..."

Bakura had fall back on the table, eyes shut, holding his head and gently tossing it from right to left. "My head... ugh, you son of a bitch... you FUCKING son of a bitch... fuck you..."

Malik mentally smiled. So, the doctor WAS still unable to move freely... and the drugs WERE having some effects on him, despite what he had said...

Good.

Malik put back his arms around Ryou's waist, holding him close. "Tell me, Ryou... did he suck you good?"

"Y-yes..." the pale-haired boy let the word out slowly, just like a moan. He looked at his lavender-eyed lover, and his gaze grew warmer. "Would... wouldn't you like to try it?"

Without waiting for Malik's answer, Ryou bent down and indicated the bottom of the table with one finger. "Open the cabinet, just down here, and take out the pink box."

Malik finally slipped his fading erection out of Bakura's body with a grimace and followed Ryou's instructions, bringing the assistant a pink, plastic, rectangular box. Ryou opened it and took out a damp white towelette... just like the ones women used for cleaning babies! A light, childish perfume reached his nose... Made him think of Ryou.

Moving one hand behind Malik's back to hold his friend still, Ryou wipped the towel around the blond's cock, brushing the tissue in a masturbating motion, kissing the other boy's lips in the meanwhile. Malik moaned as his softening penis immediately thought better of going to sleep and started to twitch under Ryou's fingers. Ryou laughed softly and nibbled at Malik's lower lip, tracing it with his tongue as he stroked more firmly.

"I might sometimes forget about the margin of uncertainty in my calculations, Sensei, but one thing is sure: my instruments are always clean. You should be thankful."

Bakura bucked his hips furiously, making Ryou lose his grip on Malik and fall once more-- nose to nose, chest to chest with Bakura. A low snarl amidst the sounds of the doctor's harsh panting.

Despite the sudden motion, this time, Ryou didn't flinch. He only flapped the towelette gently into Bakura's face, like a lady playing coy with her handkerchief. "Sensei... if you please Mr. Ishtar, then I will do something you really really like."

"Ha!" Bakura let out an angry smile, still furious. "Dream all you want, you little tramp! You FUCKing slu--mmmMMFFff!"

Malik had taken the opportunity to roughly grab the doctor's hair and shove his already semi-hard member into the older man's unwilling mouth. The medic moaned a choked protest, then closed his eyes and stopped resisting.

Heheheh...I think we enjoyed seing uke Bakura ....what about you?