Chapter 5

"So he is a boy, after all."

That was evident.

A pang stabbed through Mikhail…this was not the way he would have wanted to have it happen. He was dazzled by Fei's beauty, even his genitals were beautiful, his cock, quite impressive for an essentially slender person, arrow shaped, his balls full and quite smooth, apparently he was one of those Asians with practically no body hair at all.

But…this was violation, and Fei's trusting pose and face in glaring discord with the fact that he lay helpless and naked, exposed to anybody's feasting eyes.

And someone here must have harmed him, Mikhail reminded himself, fighting to shake off the burning trance the sight put him in. Apparently, even the seasoned paramedic wasn't immune to the allure of the patient he had stripped so resolutely, hovering over him … oddly reluctant to touch the glowing, naked flesh in front of him.

Only when Professor Asami shifted impatiently, biting out angrily, "would you please get on with it…!" did he grab a torch from the medical kit and thrust it into Takato's hands.

"Give me some light."

He began methodically examining the long supple thigh, flexing and groping, motioning for his colleague to meander the revealing beam of light over every centimetre of bare skin.

And about two thirds up they did indeed find what they had been suspecting. The beam of light faltered only for the shortest of moments, while the two paramedics examined the red dot which certainly looked like an injection mark.

"Here, everybody! Please help look out for a syringe! No touching please, we have to secure it unhandled for the police!"

After a beat - the trance seemed to affect everybody - hectic activity broke out - Takato monitoring the unconscious, Kirishima helping with the search.

Mikhail could not have explained later why he resumed scanning Fei's chilled skin, they had found what they were looking for, after all…it was on the upper inner thigh that he suddenly halted.

"What is that!?"

Takato, checking Fei's breathing, heartbeats and blood pressure, spared a glance.

"What do you mean?" He looked closer. "Oh that! That looks old, that must be an old scar, nothing new, nothing relevant…"

But Mikhail was no longer listening. With growing fascination and dread he moved the beam upwards…and upwards. Fei's leg was already angled out slightly, but now he slid his hand, jolting at the first direct contact, under the hollow of Fei's right knee, pushing it up a little more until Fei lay in kind of a half spread eagle.

"We have it!" came the shout. "Oh the beauty of it…it's inscribed! We'll have to check if the inscription is correct…but if it is - and this would certainly match the symptoms - then our Asian patient was injected with ketamine. Powerful narcotic…used in veterinary medicine to bring down wild animals…", Kirishima carefully wrapped a 10 ml syringe in a handkerchief, "doesn't affect the ability to breathe, though…the victim won't suffocate. Problem with this stuff is, it gives really bad nightmares, hallucinations and such."

Routinely passing this information to his apprentice, the senior paramedic's tension lessened visibly. If it indeed ketamine was the cause of this, then his patient's life was not in danger … oh god. Since the wireless message had come through that the ambulance doctor was currently up over his ears in a highway mass accident, and reinforcement not to be expected all that soon, he had borne the full force of responsibility; Takato here was a promising but still very inexperienced young medical student. Oh God, ketamine! Let it be ketamine, and nothing else! Then all they had to do was let this young man sleep it off, perhaps inject some diazepam to lessen the nightmares…for the first time, he could allow himself the luxury to view his patient as the human being he was. Poor boy, with such a girly face, so strange here, in such a humiliating and scary situation…they should at least cover him up now with one of those body heat conserving aluminium foils…

"Hey, what are you doing?!" Mikhail was squatting there frozen, gripping the pit of Fei's knee. Alexej had taken over the torch, and everybody around them was staring into the hollow formed by both of the young Chinese' upper inner thighs. Even Yoh stared, looking as if about to cry, and Asami, too, had whipped around, a baffling look of horrified recognition on his normally so coolly aloof face.

"What the… have you got no decency at all…" began the elder paramedic angrily, before trailing off in irritation and shock.

A crisscross of scars, some light, some rather deeper began a hand wide above the height of the injection mark, climbing upwards. They seemed to gain momentum further up, upwards into the nether regions, forming patterns at times, at time appearing to have been inflicted random. There were all kinds of different scars…burns, cuts, slashes and tears, a particularly ragged one almost reaching the rosy, puckered hole, which was badly scarred too. From this to the base of the cock regular surgical sutures seemed to have closed what might have been a deeper cut.

"Oh, my god."

There was a sickened hush.

"Sensei!" Takato cried out. "Sensei - - - I think he's waking up…!"

to be continued

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