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THE SPECIALIST, PART 8
Malik smiled. So, the torture wasn't over YET. He let Ryou help him straddle Bakura's waist, enjoying Ryou's hands that lingered on him, enjoying the hard trembling of Bakura's body beneath him.
"Hurry... I can't stand it anymore!" the doctor hissed, hands grabbing Malik's hips. The boy winced, still feeling insecure in the doctor's presence.
"Shhhh..." Ryou calmed him again. "I'm here..." A hand around his boyfriend's waist, the other coating Bakura's erection with a generous amount of lube, Ryou prepared both men for their interaction. Bakura groaned, his cock in sheer agony again.
"Ryou... remove it!"
"I will, I will, sensei! How impatient you are!"
Still holding his friend, Ryou pressed the demanding cock onto Malik's entrance. "Move down, very slowly," he instructed while playing with the tube.... and making Bakura believe he was actually trying to remove it.
Malik let out a thin whine and trembled fiercely.
"Hu-Hurry!" the doctor panicked, urging Ryou, sensing Malik's tight anal ring encircling his penis gradually. But while one of Ryou's hands was still fumbling around the plastic tube, the other one was helping Malik to cope with the intrusion.
The pain... it was sudden, it was thick, it was red, and he wasn't expecting it at all. His breath clotted in his throat around a shout.
"Ahhh--!! Ahhh, gods, no, stop for a minute..." Malik panted, holding himself suspended above Bakura on trembling arms.
"What? What is it?" Ryou whispered, holding him close. "I'm here... Malik... what's wrong?"
After thinking he had finally adjusted to having someone inside him, now this-- Bakura seemed HUGE compared to Ryou's only moments before. This erection was thicker... longer... harder... hotter, almost burning. It moved on its own, as though burrowing its way into Malik's flesh. Malik's muscles all tightened involuntarily, fighting the intrusion. Bakura's erection halted in its tracks
"Ryou... Ryou, I can't take this... make him take it out..."
"What?"
"Too big... I-- I can't... I..."
"Ssssshhh...." Ryou soothed, licking the back of Malik's ear, and fiddling even more aggressively with the plastic tubing under Malik's spread legs. Malik was beginning to wonder if the tube were stuck, and if so, would it tear up his insides? He grew even more tense, and the intrusion inside him throbbed even further. But Ryou, despite the concern in his soothing whisper, sounded as though he were smiling uncontrollably. "It's okay. Relax. Just take it more slowly, and you'll be fine. Just... just slow down. He's larger than I am, but you can take it. I do it all the time."
Malik's breath was glassy in his throat, and he gripped Bakura's waist too tightly as he struggled to breathe. Bakura moaned weakly, his body seeming to shrink with exhaustion.
"You do--"
"Shhh..." Ryou whispered into Malik's hair. His hands left off tugging at the plastic tube and started drifting slowly up and down the front of Malik's body, stroking flesh, pinching one nipple, flicking the other with a wet fingertip, gripping the taut muscles in his hips and inner thighs. He continued murmuring breathy, gentle nonsense syllables into Malik's ear, his delicate hand slowly moving up to curl around Malik's erection.
The slow, rhythmic stroking relaxed Malik slowly, by degrees, until his spine lost its rigid arch and his muscles seemed to melt around Bakura's cock.... melt like ice cream... he could actually feel his muscles loosening around the intruder, now welcoming it, now drawing it in even further. Like a mouth on a pipe. Or a popsicle. Or a lollipop. The kind of lollipop the doctor gives you... when you've been very, very good....
Beneath him, Bakura tensed and shuddered, biting his lips shut around a desperate moan.
"Ryou," Malik panted, his eyes drifting shut.
After another few slow, half-ecstatic and half-agonizing inches in, the very tip of Bakura's cock suddenly struck his sweet-spot, tearing a sharp cry from his throat and making his skin break out into a glaze of electric sweat. Now the sensation wasn't melting ice cream-- he could feel himself open suddenly, could feel his body bloom like a flower. The pain wasn't just gone, it was replaced by a level of pleasure he hadn't even guessed at. A sharp, bright, threatening pleasure, weightless and uneasy in the stomach, raging through his skin and bones like liquid metal.
"Ohh, Malik, I think you've got it now," came Ryou's low chuckle in his ear. "You like that? Hm? You feel how you just open up like magic if you do it slowly?" A tongue along the edge of his neck. "You feel how you could take ANYTHING inside yourself right now, even Godzilla's bigger brother on a rampage?"
"Mmmh-- Ryou--"
The delicate fingers did not pause in their stroking; the palm swept across the tip swiftly to coat the rest of his cock with the thin wetness there. Malik gasped and thrust himself further down onto Bakura's member, surprised to find that the entire thing was now inside his body. Even more surprised to feel a set of odd... wrinkles?... wrinkled ridges at the very base of the penis. Not entirely unpleasurable, those as he rubbed himself against them and unconsciously started to swivel his hips in a slow circle.
"Take-- it-- OFF!" Bakura suddenly screamed, arching himself violently beneath Malik, hands clawed deep into his own hair. His voice carried the raw, serrated edge of hysteria.
Malik's eyes flew open and his rhythm hesitated. The tube! Jesus!
"Ryou! You didn't tak--"
"Sssshhh," Ryou whispered again, a definite giggle now in his voice. His left hand stroked Malik faster and faster, and his right hand fumbled teasingly gently at the loose ends of the plastic tubing around Bakura's cock.
Bakura was now breathing in short sobs, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, a single, delicate shiny tear pearling in the corner of his eye. "Ry...Ryou...ngaaahh!" The doctor's voice was nothing but pain now, a low growl, deep down his throat. Nothing compared to the same chuckling doctor who was rolling hypodermic needles between his fingers less than an hour ago. No more strenght left in those dreadful hands, the psychotic shimmer now absent from his eyes, the mouth cleaned of swearings and deadthreats.
"Sensei, you have suffered, yes," murmured Ryou, "but are you truly contrite enough? Can I take it off and give you sweet release? Should I?"
"Take-- it-- OFF!" Bakura screamed again. He left his mouth open this time, and screamed wordlessly at the ceiling. A cry of agony so intense that Malik could only stare blurrily down at him as he felt the stirrings of orgasm climb up the base of his spine. "It...it HURTS!!" he repeated, screaming to noone in particular.
"Oooh, Ryou, you'd better hurry if you're--" Malik's open-mouthed gasps matched Bakura's in tempo and depth as he leaned forward, rolling his hips faster and faster, sensing his prostate brushed on with every movement. His entire body felt as though it were expanding, inside and out, and an incredible flood of heat poured from his heart into his limbs....was it the nirvana Ryou promised him? Must be, oh yes it must be...
"Ryoooooou....p-p-PLEASE!"
The technician gasped silently, his hand stopping its masturbating motion. Bakura-sensei said 'please'. To him. To HIM, Ryou. "I lived to hear it..." the boy thought. Bakura begged... maybe for the first time in his life?...how serious then could his pain be? A immense vague of mercy invaded the teen, and this time, he just couldn't toss it away.
A soft click of Ryou's tongue. "I have to see this. All right. Sensei. You've suffered enough, my beautiful Sensei..."
And then-- suddenly, those odd plastic ridges were gone, and all Malik could feel was flesh, slick smooth flesh, Bakura burning inside him. Bakura let out a desperate, nearly metallic sob; grabbing Malik firmly by the hips, started thrusting so fast and so deeply that Malik's eyes rolled back in his head.
"Ahh, gods, Malik, I can feel you coming..." Ryou whispered, dropping the plastic tubing unceremoniously to the floor.
"Now I've got you," hissed Bakura, the single silver tear trickling down one bruised cheek. His long hands gripped Malik tighter, bruising, pulling him closer, deeper, "Ahhh, god-- now-- now I've-- ohhh! Ohhh... Malik.... Malik... Malik..."
Malik opened his eyes but saw nothing besides white light; opened his mouth but no sound came out except a helpless whimper, a hiss of air. Abruptly he came into Ryou's pumping hand. Came hard. Came shuddering. Came with a long, drawn-out cry that he couldn't shape around a single word.
Bakura's cock gave one final jump inside him, and then he felt a hot rush... liquid twitching... a long, helpless keening noise coming from Bakura's throat. His fingernails had left five shallow red crescents on each of Malik's hips-- one on the front of each, four on the back.
Ryou was now panting as well, holding his penis within a firm yet gentle grasp, his left hand covered with his own semen, his right one still creamed with Malik's.
Before him, a shaking Bakura was possessively holding down Malik, arms now wrapped around the tanned body to keep the boy close to his chest. His breathing was nothing but short gasps, lips parted, eyes closed. Nested in the crook of his neck was Malik's sweaty forehead. Said boy laid across the specialist's torso, too exhausted, too pleasured to move or to care about the mad doctor.
Fine sticky fingers spreaded the sinful liquid along Bakura's cheek. Slowly opening his pain-filled eyes, the doctor stared at his smiling assistant.
"You liked it, Sensei?" Ryou asked softly, still panting lightly, his maternal figure faintly tinted with pink.
Bakura wanted to reply, but only a strangled sound escaped his burning throat. Reluctantly moving one hand off Malik, he gestured the other white-haired boy to come closer.
Ryou complied and let his employer slip his hand behind his neck to hold him down before invading his mouth with a passionate kiss, feeling Bakura's tongue exploring his oral cavity hungrily. A low satisfied growl finally reached his ears, confirming how much the man was relieved and...and content.
Ryou himself let out a gasping moan as they separated. Bakura returned his hand onto Malik before cupping the blond boy's chin to repeat the procedure, covering the young's mouth with his own. Malik let out a muffled gasp, eyes suddenly widening in shock as he tried to escape the doctor's arms.
"Shhhh!" Ryou assured him quickly, placing a hand on his back. "He's only thanking you."
A moaned whimper as a reply, Malik slowly relaxed, enjoying the kiss Bakura broke too soon for his taste. A pair of tired eyes met his violet ones for a moment before the doctor let his head fell noisily on the table. Malik followed, resting over the doctor's warm chest, enjoying the feeling of being hold gently, hot skin on hot skin, himself gripping on Bakura's shoulders, not wanting to let go.
Ryou suppressed the urge to shout "Awwwww!" at the two males, seeing them holding each other, like a silent forgiving dialogue. Malik opened his sleepy eyes when his friend caressed his head.
"Shhhh..." Ryou whispered. "You are so tired, take some sleep."
"Mmmm..." came Malik's reply.
A little giggle from the technician. "Your first time, my Malik...and you discovered so many things about your body today...you must be so exhausted..."
The lavender eyes were closing by themselves, the last effects of the drugs finally kicking back in, as their owner felt Ryou covering the two bodies with his labcoat. "Shhh...sleep here for a while...I'm just here..." he heard the young white-haired boy murmur before sensing the lower part of the table being elevated. He then heard the doctor groan: Delicate hands pulled Bakura's feet out of the stirrups to let them rest on the fully displayed table. Between the man's thighs, Malik stretched his legs to get more comfortable and soon fell asleep, listening to the specialist's soft heartbeat echoing distantly... so distantly...
Silently, Ryou washed himself and put back his clothes. For a moment, he left them, picking up pens and files to work on. Sitting on a high chair, he used the counter as a desk. He promised Malik to be by his side....he doubted Bakura would have the strenght or even the desire to hurt the boy. Bakura wasn't a bad person...he was just...sexually hyperactive, with an insatiable libido and an uncureable curiosity...
A sigh escaped his lips. Oh no, Bakura-sensei just couldn't be bad. He was a great researcher, taking immense - maybe TOO MUCH - pleasure in his work.
Another sigh.
Work. Work. Work.
Only the faint sound of a pen scratching on papers could be heard, until distant yet clear footsteps - a pair of high-heels pumps, probably - could be heard.
The door of the small office flew open. A cheerful Isis entered.
"Helloooooo," she let out, the cocky smile now plastered on HER lips. Seeing the lab technician, she smiled even more. "Bakura-sensei is not withIN you?" she mocked.
"Shhhh," Ryou replied simply, pressing a single finger over his lips. "He's sleeping, just over here."
She walked closer to the place the boy indicated, her eyes suddenly widening in HORROR, as if she had just discovered a dismembered corpse or a disgusting nest of repulsing insects.
Malik.
HER Malik. Her PRECIOUS little brother...With Bak- no...no way. In a flash of rage, her burning eyes fell upon Ryou, demanding an explanation.
"What is THIS??" she hissed between clenched teeth, body shaking with anger.
"Well...Malik was mad...and...and then we ended up abusing Doctor Bakura." The boy lowered his eyes, just like a child would confess a sin. Then biting his lower lips, he moved up his eyes to meet Isis'.
The woman was on the verge of hysteria, almost crying, almost shouting...but not a single sound escaped her shut lips. Instead, she just turned on her heels, hissing a low "how dared HE!?", then stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
Ryou giggled, thinking how it was him... HIM, the low lab technician, who took away the Clinic's head doctor's young brother's virginity away...His eyes drifted again over the pair of sleepy angels.
What would happen when they would wake up? Would Malik ask him to quit this sinful clinic?...but how could he ever leave his sensei!? He owned the doctor so much a debt...Uncertainty covered his rosy face for a moment, before he shook his head, tossing away depressing thoughts. And to make himself feel better, he opened a drawer to his left, took out a red lollipop and started to suck at it hungrily.
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