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The doors played a single note as Angel pushed them open, fussing with the hem of their shirt as they went. They missed their hoodie- the comforting weight of it, the way it kept their arms safe from the rushing wind outside. Their old scars swollen and darkened under the attention of the chill. They took a moment to gather themself before they went for the bell, but realized they already had someone’s attention.
Lee was crouched in front of the cabinets underneath the shrimp tank, staring at them with wide eyes. They looked back, trying to suppress the urge to turn and run.
“Angel.” He breathed, and they shifted uncomfortably.
“Sorry I was busy yesterday.” Angel replied. “Can I- can I still get my blood drawn, and stuff?”
Lee shoved himself off the ground, then visibly realized he left the cabinet door open. After a moment of awkward hesitation, he lightly kicked it shut.
“Of course you can.” He said simply, gesturing for Angel to follow him, stepping into the back room and holding the door open for them. They didn’t pause, didn’t consider the fact that it was well after clinic hours and that Lee shouldn’t be here, and just followed. On reflex, they slid into the seat, and Lee gave them a small, awkward smile.
“Just the questionnaire first. Then I’ll- If you’re alright with it, I’ll take some blood, and you can..” He paused. “Then you’ll be on your way.”
“Right.”
“In the past week, have you noticed a change in your ability to complete tasks in the home or workplace?”
“This week is better than last week.” Barely. On the walk there, the wind slid under their shirt the same way Brandon’s hands had slivered as far into their space and being as he could.
“In the past week, have you noticed time passing more slowly?”
“No. This week was a blur.” Eat if you don’t think it will come up, brush your teeth after it does. Lay in bed even if you aren’t asleep. Go to work. Come home. Lather, rinse, repeat.
“Have you experienced heightened anxiety?”
Take a fucking guess. “Yes.”
“I hope you can excuse the insensitivity of these questions.”
“You’re just reading from a script. I know that.”
“Have you had what you would describe as anxiety or panic attacks?”
On the way here, they considered turning back. Could feel it their breaths starting to stop in the very bottom of their lungs. They had stared longingly at a store advertising cigarettes. They can’t afford another bad habit right now, but it used to stop the flights of terror.
“Yes.”
“Have you experienced delusions, hallucinations, or paranoia?”
“Yes.” They could always feel him there. Even when he was miles away. They would always hear him huffing and groaning in their ear like some kind of animal. Could always feel his touch. Knew, that if he wanted to do it again, he would.
“Have you exhibited increased signs of depression, including fatigue, apathy and general malaise?”
“Yes.” Would they even care if it happened again?
“There, we’re done with that. Thank you, Angel.”
“Yeah, uh, of course.”
They moved to take off their hoodie, before they remembered it just wasn’t there. Instead, they held their arm out to Lee, letting him wrap the cuff around it. He kept his hands there this time, stable and warm. He rubbed his thumbs gently on the cuff, keeping his eyes on the machine. Angel looked away.
“Okay…May I take your blood, Angel?”
“Sure.”
This was the worst part. They’d never liked needles, and they shut their eyes tight as the needle slid in. It…didn’t hurt? They looked down, and noted the new needle greedily drinking their blood.
“Is that new?”
“Hm? Oh, yes, er…I made an order for some butterfly needles. They make the blood drawing process more comfortable.”
“It definitely is.”
They sat for a bit longer in comfortable silence, and Angel’s eyebrows knit together. Weren’t they usually done by now?
“They use a slightly thinner straw.” Lee explained, voice gentle and toneless as it always was. “So it’ll take a moment longer.”
“Oh.”
“I need to take slightly more blood than I usually do, as well. There’s been some issues with transport recently, so it was asked of me to take a bit more.”
“Issues with transport?”
“Some of the vials have been letting the blood clot. There’s a better chance of it staying testable if we take more than we strictly need.”
That…sounded right. Maybe it wasn’t, but Lee had no reason to lie. Angel wasn’t exactly a doctor, or a nurse practitioner, like Lee was. After a longer stretch of time Lee nodded, gently feeding the needle out of Angel’s arm and setting to getting all the blood put away.
“And we’re done.”
“No injection?”
“No, there’s no reason for it.”
Lee looked like he wanted to say something else, but didn’t. Instead, he pushed himself up. “Lets go get you your money.”
Angel stood as well, before immediately doubling over. Lee caught them easily, big hands bracing them and keeping them from wholly tipping as their head rushed. Nausea ripped through their stomach, and Angel shut their eyes tight, grunting a little.
“Angel, are you alright?” Lee asked, easing them back down. They cleared their throat, trying to get their head back on right.
“It-It must be the blood. I haven’t eaten today.”
Lee’s face softened further, and he sighed like this was something he was used to from
Angel. Some kind of expected disappointment. Angel’s stomach twisted again.
“Oh, Angel.” Lee murmured, taking their face in his hand. “Can you look at me?”
They did, tilting their head up as he directed it. Lee scrutinized them for a long moment,
and gently pushed some of the hair that tended to fall into their face away. Just as they were about to ask what he was looking for, eye dilation or something surely, Lee surged forward. He kissed them, hard, not open mouthed, but certainly not chaste.
Lee moaned a bit into it, and Angel froze, like a rabbit in a hunter’s snare. What the
fuck? They tried to shove at his chest, and Lee pushed harder, pinning them to their seat just with the force of it. The hand not trapping their chin kneading their hip, focusing especially on their hipbone.
He drew away after too long, huffing a bit.
“What the fuck?” Angel hissed, going to push themself up.
“I’m sorry.” Lee said, and he sounded mortified at himself. “Please- Angel, don’t leave, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
“Lee, I- What, what was that?”
“I don’t know, I’m sorry, please. Please, I mean it, I’m sorry.”
“Get off me.”
“Are you going to leave?”
“Of course I am, Lee, you-you held me down and kissed me.”
Lee’s sickened expression plummeted even further. “Do you hate me?”
Angel’s pause seemed to give him whatever answer he was looking for. There was a flurry of micro expressions, which seemed to be the only kind of expressions Lee made, before he hung his head slightly.
“I love you.” Lee murmured, barely audible.
“Let me go.”
“Please, please, know I love you. I worship you.”
“Lee, you’re scaring me.”
Lee adjusted his hands, going from holding them down to lifting them up. Still loopy from the blood being taken, they couldn’t fight it as he deposited them onto their back on the medical bed-chair, the butcher paper crinkling under them. They attempted to squirm, but were quickly stopped by Lee bending over them, planting himself between their legs and beginning to mouth at their jaw. Soft kisses peppering down their neck.
Angel shoved again, as hard as they could, and he stayed unmoving, just adjusting them as he pleased. They felt like a doll, like he was going to just use and take what he wanted, no matter what they did. Their breath hitched in their chest, and a sob warbled through the air. Wet and clear in the clinic, drowning out the soft hum of the fluorescent lights.
“I know.” Lee responded as he kissed back up their neck, kisses gaining some intensity. Eventually, he met their lips again, this time forcing his tongue into their mouth. Lee clearly hadn’t kissed anyone before, especially not this deeply. He seemed to be exploring, charting, trying to commit every little piece of Angel to memory, whether they wanted him to or not. He took particular care on their teeth, feeling the chip in their molar, threading the wet muscle between each bit of enamel.
Running out of air, when they got the chance, they bit his tongue, hard. Rather than drawing back, or responding in kind, Lee made a pathetic noise against their mouth as the taste of iron exploded into it. He drew back a bit after, huffing and barely letting any distance fall between their mouths.
“I deserve that, I do, I do.” Lee’s hands had begun to trail their way under their shirt, feeling their ribs and stomach. “Do you like having your breasts touched?”
“What?” It made their head spin, what the fuck was he asking that for?
“I want it to be good for you too, does it feel nice when I do this?“ He rubbed his thumb in gentle circles on the tender flesh of the peak of their breast. They squirmed, and Lee smiled slightly. “It does, doesn’t it? That’s good.” He pushed their shirt up, grabbing under their waist to pull them up enough to pull it over their head. While he was doing that, Angel kicked and shoved wildly. Though shirtless, they managed to squirm out of his grasp, turning over and pitching over the end of the bed-chair.
Lee caught them, of course he did, but not before they got a cruel reminder of the nausea still rendering them useless. They gagged, coughing a bit of red-hot bile onto the ground. Lee pulled them back against his chest, shoving and returning them to their back. They coughed a bit, throat raw from the warning their acid reflux had given them.
“Don’t hurt yourself, please.” Lee murmured. “Take it out on me, I won’t hurt you.” He rubbed his thumb gently against their hip with the hand he was using to easily pin them down. “You can fight, okay? You can fight however hard you like, I’ll make sure you don’t regret anything about this.”
Then, he connected his mouth to Angel’s chest.
Angel’s brain felt like it was getting rapidly kicked into various gears, as they shoved at him. “Stop it, stop it fucking- ah- Lee, get the fuck off, quit it!”
He wasn’t listening, of course he wasn’t. He had no reason to. Angel couldn’t do anything substantial to hurt him– even fighting was making the nausea roll in their gut again. Lee groaned desperately as they yanked at his hair, teeth glancing threateningly over their nipple, and he pulled off for just a second. There was a single, desperate and deluded moment where they thought he was done, before he began giving the other one attention. He began to pull at Angel’s waistband, undoing the shoelace they’d used as a belt.
As they tipped their head off the bed-chair, they couldn’t help being a little embarrassed. This was the third time, and they hadn’t learned to stop wearing less embarrassing underwear. As if that meant anything. As if Lee would see their South Park briefs and lose respect for them because Butters was staring back at him.
Lee cracked a smile.
“Who’s this?” He said softly, rubbing their cunt through the thin material. Angel groaned softly, knowing he could probably feel the wet spot gathering there. His hands felt hot and insufferably perfect, working them up and trying to make them enjoy it.
“Butters. He’s from a show.” They grit out, more embarrassment coursing through their veins than they had blood. Lee hums, and presses a soft kiss to their clothed pussy.
“Don’t want to ruin these. They’re cute.”
They don’t have the energy to fight it as he picks their hips up, pulling the, probably already ruined, underwear down. They haven’t shaved recently, but that doesn’t seem to be an issue for Lee, who’s pressing more open mouthed kisses against their thighs.
It hurts more than they thought it would, when he starts sucking hickeys into the plush skin there. Biting it gently, it still aches as he tenderly bursts the capillaries beneath their epidermis. He rubs his hand up and down Angel’s leg, until finally (they hate how much they crave it, body acting against their mind,) he licks a long stripe from the bottom of their cunt to the very top. The noise that leaves Angel is reedy and weak, pushed and bullied into temporary submission as Lee’s tongue flattens against their clit.
It’s obscene, how much Lee seems to be enjoying this. Bent in a way that must be painful for him as he digs his face into their cunt, groaning and moaning like he’s the one being stimulated. Angel’s mind is quickly starting to fixate on Lee, the source of their worst pleasure. It’s nothing like Brandon, Lee’s gentle in his need, big fingers prodding as delicately as he can at their entrance as he eases the first one inside up to the knuckle. He sucks their clit into his mouth as he curls the single finger, looking carefully for-
“ O-Oh, fuck- ” Angel keened, wrapping their hands back into Lee’s hair and pulling it at the root. They hope it hurts, badly. With the way Lee moans, it doesn’t seem like he cares. Now that he’s found it, he’s jabbing into it incessantly, slobbering all over the most intimate part of Angel and playing them like an instrument. Finger easily striking a chord within, forcing out noise. “Lee-Lee, oh god, stop, stop, please stop, I don’t want to, please-”
Lee stuffed a second finger inside at their begging, speeding up, and Angel’s cry echoed off the walls. They could hear it damn well, and the shame of enjoying what the man was doing to them wasn’t lost on them. Their legs twitched in the air without their input, grinding against Lee’s face as their orgasm approached. They mumbled under their breath, chanting like it was their personal mantra.
“ No, no, no, no, no, no, nononono- ”
Lee didn’t listen. They weren’t even sure if he could understand anything they were saying, slurred as it was, whether he was paying attention or not. It didn’t matter.
Their entire body tensed as they came, silent for a second as the tension in their stomach snapped, before making a long, high noise. It took a bit longer before Lee stopped, not seeming to mind the way Angel pathetically shoved at his face and wept for relief. Hot tears rolled down their cheeks as they tried to convince the other man to give them even the slightest mercy, to even just take his fingers out.
After some extended torture, Lee eased back, drawing his fingers out of Angel’s cunt and sticking them into his own mouth. He splayed a hand on Angel’s chest, as if they would go anywhere, taking ragged breaths through his nose as he tried to lick up the last of Angel’s slick.
They were surprised his tongue wasn’t too tired for that.
He only wiped his hand off when he seemed satisfied, wiping it onto his own clothed thigh as he leaned back onto Angel, pinning them under his weight again. He smashed their mouths together, and Angel couldn’t do much but allow it, letting him lick into their mouth again.
He tasted like cunt. Angel was fairly certain they needed to drink more water.
“You’re dehydrated.” Lee corroborated, pulling back. “Need-Need someone to take care
of you.”
What?
“Huh?” They tried weakly, feeling a stuttery blast of panic in their chest as Lee started to
fish himself out. Christ, he was thick. “W-Wait-” They started, trying to wiggle away. Rather than even let them entertain the idea, Lee grabbed their leg, pulling them back.
“It’ll be okay, it’ll barely hurt, alright? It-It shouldn’t even hurt.”
“Lee, Lee, please stop, please-”
He started to press in, and Angel’s arms spasmed. They understood that they’re not a very big person, but God, Lee was. Their arms failed at keeping them up, and they collapsed. Of course, he was right there to catch them, looping an arm under their back and pulling them close. He was using them, like they weren’t even alive, just something tight to shove his dick in.
That’s not fair. Lee was kissing their hairline. They dug their nails into his back and dragged it down hard enough to make him suck in a sharp breath.
“Yes-Yes, like that, just let it out, okay?” He groaned softly, fucking into them slightly. They whimpered, still too raw, but not worked open enough to make the slide convenient. “Hurt me as much as you want, please, please hurt me .”
As he said that, he pumped a bit deeper into them, breaking Angel in just a bit more. “Ow-ow, ow, Lee, stop it, stop it, Dad, stop! ”
The noise Lee made was nothing short of animalistic, as his hips suddenly snapped wholly inside. “‘M sorry, ‘m sorry, my Angel, I’m so sorry-” He muttered, as Angel wailed in pain. They tried again to shove him off, beating their fists against his back as he fucked into them with little regard for the way Angel cried.
“Stop it, stop, stop, fucking Christ, it hurts, please, just stop, please-!”
“I will- I ah- I’ll be done soon, I promise-”
As he spoke, he reached down, hand finding Angel’s clit again and rubbing against it just a bit too hard. Angel’s leg kicked, involuntarily twitching from the over sensitivity.
“Give me, please, please give me one more, I’ll finish up when you give me one more, please, Angel, I need it. You’ll forgive me- you’re so perfect , please, I just need you, you don’t understand. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, my perfect Angel, I’m so sorry-”
Lee was babbling at this point, ranting in Angel’s ear as he forced them through overstimulation. Their entire crotch felt like it was on fire, with Lee doing everything just a bit too heavy handed. Too big to be gentle, too gone to try. Angel wept into his shoulder, trying to wrench themself away with useless, uncoordinated movements.
“You can do it, I know you can, my Angel, I need it, I need to be good to you, please, please orgasm-”
Angel wasn’t prepared when it hit them, wracking through their entire body as they tried to convulse and squirm under the all consuming pressure that was Lee. Finally, when it calmed down, Lee pulled back slightly. Picking up their hips to finish his work.
He wasn’t far behind, apparently, moving much too fast to be anything other than painful and overstimulating for Angel as they had to just let him use them.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about this.” He muttered darkly, barely understandable as his demeanor seemed to change. Less obsessively cloying, now…angry. Angel felt the fear creep up his throat again. “Couldn’t stop thinking about what he did to you. The nerve. He didn’t know how to treat you, couldn’t do anything but hurt you. Did you even orgasm once with him ?”
Lee doesn’t bother to let Angel answer, seeming to understand the fact Angel was both too shocked and too ruined to respond, just continuing with his deranged rant. “I wish you could’ve seen it, seen what he was reduced to in his final moments.” Lee sniffed a bit, and Angel realized he had the audacity to cry. “He begged me to stop, begged me not to hurt him, like he was special. He couldn’t fight me any better than you can, he was pathetic, just taking what he could from those too kind to understand the kind of evil he was.”
As if to illustrate his point about his own strength, Lee pressed Angel’s legs to their chest, leaning back in. He was crushing like this, so close, so loud. Moaning and whining, chatting away about everything and nothing at all. He was so angry, Angel could feel it in the way he dug his nails into their thighs. They whimpered at the change in angle, spasming around him.
Please, let it be over soon. I’m going to pass out.
“You’re special, you’re so special, I’m going to take care of you, even if you don’t want me to. Even if I have to make you let me, I’ll do everything for you. You’ll never have to think again, you can stay home all-all day, and work on your beautiful art pieces, and every night I’ll come home and I'll worship you. I’ll keep you on a shelf, and you’ll be my god, oh God, Angel-. ”
He bottomed out, as deep as he could force himself as he came inside Angel. In the afterglow, he let himself fall on top of them, and the pressure of his body helped center their mind, just a little. They could feel Lee smiling against them, content as anything.
They let their eyes flutter shut.
They were sore.