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It was a perfect plan.
“You’re sure this’ll work?”
Medic smiled toothily at the small woman who sat in front of him, making no attempt to appear truly comforting. Miss Pauling was stupid to trust him. But perhaps she knew that, and was too far gone to care.
Not that it mattered to him regardless. As long as he got what he wanted, she could feel however she liked.
Poor Miss Pauling hadn’t been able to sleep for days– the administrator was apparently running her ragged on her various errands and whatever other nefarious thing the old woman set her on to do. So he offered to help by giving her a sedative.
She made him promise not to take any organs, in fact she had him sign some paperwork just on the subject– but that was fine.
It’s not what he was after.
He just needed her to sleep— very, very deeply. She took the sedative with a dubious glare, taking off her glasses and laying down on the cool operating table. "You don't have a cot?" She asked blearily, obviously too sleepy to have any real objections.
"The table is better for your back," he lied, watching patiently as the woman began to drift off.
After Miss Pauling was soundly asleep, he sat beside the table, examining her features. She was young— terribly so. Stress weighed heavily on her, and even as she slumbered a frown creased the corners of her mouth. He shifted closer, raising a hand to rest on the exam table. Medic had no intention of touching her— had no interest in the matter.
He was simply… looking.
It was beyond him what Scout found in Miss Pauling that he couldn't find in Medic. She had a sharp mind, dark hair— she even wore glasses that highlighted her blue eyes-- much like his own. But he knew what the issue was. He was not a woman. Not some slight, feminine thing to be taken. It was strange that that was what Scout wanted— considering the fact that he himself fit that description.
So tight and small, with a shapely rump and a pretty face. It was only made better by the fact that he was exactly what the doctor wanted— a man.
He sighed with want, standing and making his way to the door. Medic supposed he'd made Scout wait long enough.
Just outside his office a young man sat on a plastic orange chair, leg bouncing nervously and brow furrowed with worry. He wore a sweatshirt and trousers, and no hat mussed his closely cropped hair. A light blush dusted the gentle curve of his cheek, soft bottom lip worrying between his rabbit-like teeth. Indeed, such a pretty little thing. "Junge?" He asked, watching as Scout sprang up like a dog.
"Hey doc," he started, trying to act aloof despite the fact that his hands fidgeted together nervously. "Is she uh… sleepin?"
"She'll be dead to the world until noon tomorrow, I figure." Medic said, and Scout grimaced.
"Don't sound so friggin' morbid, man. She's just asleep." He paused, then tacked on: "She is just sleeping, right?"
The older man scoffed. Such indignance. He'd have no reason to kill Miss Pauling— she was the reason any of them got work at all. Without that— no income, no lab… no Scout. "Nein, she's alive and perfectly healthy."
He gestured for the other man to come in, locking the infirmary door behind them both. As Scout ventured into the room, he asked: "Healthy, huh? That's uh, that's good. You don't think I'm gonna…" The younger man trailed off, blush high on his cheeks.
"Do what, Scout?" He asked, despite knowing exactly where Scout was going with it.
"I don't wanna get her pregnant or nothin'." He worried at the sleeves of his sweatshirt, tensing as Medic placed a hand upon his shoulder.
"You won't. I made sure of it," he lied. He had no clue as to whether or not Scout would get her pregnant in all his childish fumbling. The idea did entice him however. Imagining the young woman coming back just a few weeks later, panicked and sickly with a child she never asked for. Perhaps he'd keep the embyro, grow it and present it to Scout as their own.
Because by then, Scout would be his.
Scout studied his face, a small frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Why would I lie, junge? Do you think I want us getting caught?"
The other man seemed to find reason in that— good.
Medic watched as Scout approached the bed, breath held as if a single puff of air would wake the sleeping woman. Miss Pauling was still dressed— besides her stockings and her shoes, which she had decided she'd rather not sleep in.
She still wore her purple blouse and skirt, which couldn't have been terribly comfortable to rest in, but Medic figured she probably didn't even own anything beyond work clothing.
"So uhm… hows this gonna work?" Scout asked quietly, fussing with his sleeve cuffs. "Cause I don't— I never— I mean she's not gonna feel anything, right? She's not gonna remember?"
This had been the difficult part. Convincing Scout that what he was about to do wasn't necessarily wrong. Still, the young man needed constant reassurances. "Are you going to do this or not? She wont remember, nor feel a thing— as ive already explained." He said, arms crossing firmly.
Scout nodded, his face red. "Yeah… yeah. But uh, are you gonna… what— watch?"
"I'll be participating." He said coolly, Scouts expression changing to one of surprise, and then confusion.
"I thought you didn't like chicks."
"I don't."
Scout gestured over to Miss Pauling, brow raised. "Miss P's a girl, doc."
Now it was time to test his limits. Scout was already out of his element with what he was doing to Miss Pauling, but he'd barely ever tested the bounds of his sexuality too. He took a step closer to Scout, watching the way the young man averted his gaze shyly. How could someone so submissive ever properly please a woman?
"Silly boy— you didn't think I was allowing you to do this without getting anything in return?" Scout kept his gaze away. "Look at me."
The young man met his eyes again, placing his hands on his hips. "So what, you wanna like, fuck me?" He asked— plainly and stupidly. Medic shouldve figured he'd do that.
For Scout's casualness Medic laughed, quickly being shushed by the younger man. "C'mon doc, it's not funny!" He whispered harshly, tacking on: "I'm not gay, okay? You're not sticking anything up my ass."
"Who said I was?" He asked smoothly, reaching out to touch Scout again only to have the man jerk away. "I want to feel you," he murmured, "otherwise you can leave, and never have her." He watched with interest as Scout slowly acquiesed, face burning as he looked toward the sleeping woman. Medic hummed, reaching out to take his hand.
"Lets play with your toy, hm?"
They stood beside the bed in silence, Medic thumbing over the back of Scout's warm hand. The young man unsurprisingly seemed to have no idea what to do with himself, his fingers tightening around the doctors like a frightened childs. "I just… take her clothes off?" He asked, voice lilting at the end. Scout was so noisy the rest of the time— it was a wonder that he became so shy at the prospect of sex.
Well… at least in Scout's mind this was just sex. Medic had been very careful in his wording— anything to keep Scout from pondering the morality of his actions. "Touch her first." He said, walking them closer and taking Scout's other hand. The man looked at him wonderingly, attention rapt as he guided him to Miss Pauling's breast.
The sleeping woman made no indication of awareness, not even when Medic squeezed Scout's palm around the swell of her chest. "Gut, ja?" He chuckled at Scout's audible gulp, removing his hand from the other mans and allowing him to feel on his own.
Scout had spoken before about sexual conquests, but this appeared to be monumentus for him. Miss Pauling had been spurring his advances for what was about a few years now— and now Scout was finally getting what he wanted. She couldn't recirprocate, of course, but based on the growing bulge in the other mans pants— he figured Scout was starting not to mind. "She's so warm," He whispered, moving closer. Medic let go of Scouts other hand in order to allow him to use both, observing as he quickly began to feel her chest through her shirt.
He could be patient— allow Scout to enjoy himself a bit before he inserted himself further into the situation. Thin, clumsy fingers began to undo the buttons of Miss Paulings blouse, plastic clicking against the table as he pulled her shirt open. She wore a plain white bra— unsurprising in the slightest. Scout paid that no heed, instead pulling down the cups to reveal a modestly sized pair of breasts, pink nipples hardening in the cool air of the exam room.
Scout whistled, cheeks red as he pinched and toyed with her chest. He leaned down to lick one pert nipple, a hand sliding down to begin palming himself through his trousers.
He made a sweet sound in the back of his throat, one that Medic wished he could draw from the man himself. In time, he would. For now, he gave Scout the space to please himself, strong hand squeezing at the firm bulge in his pants.
The younger man raised his head, eyes darting over to Medic as if seeking approval. He gave a small smile, and made no indication that he was going to touch him. Not yet.
"Should I… take this off?" He asked, fingers tracing along the upper hem of Miss Paulings skirt.
He shrugged. "She's yours to play with, junge. Do you want to strip her?"
Scout nodded, lifting her hips off of the table in order to unzip her skirt, shimmying it down her legs and casting it onto the floor. He breathed out as he ran his hands along the length of her thighs, parting them curiously. Scout made a pleased sound in his throat, gesturing to her plain white panties. "Y'see that wet spot? That's all me." He said, seemingly gaining some confidence.
Medic hummed, liking the way Scout smiled at his approval. Thin fingers tugged her underwear down her thighs, revealing a dark, dense bush. He could see some strands glistening with slick, watching as Scout set himself between her legs. Was he going to…
Before he could ask Scout had leaned in, tongue parting her folds. Medic moved closer to watch, the young man dipping his tongue inside. Miss Pauling stretched around him, and Medic wondered for a moment as to why he hadn't checked for a hymen. Surely she wasn't a virgin by now, right?
Scout paid no mind to Medics closeness, perfectly focused on his self-imposed task. Medic placed a hand on top of the man's head, feeling him tense for a moment before going back to work.
He stroked the man's hair like he would a dutiful dogs, watching him lap and suckle at the woman's sex. Miss Pauling continued to make no indication of waking, though Medic noted (and neglected to mention) a slight furrow to her brow. Having a dream, most likely.
Rather than wonder at things he didn't particularly care about, he turned his attention back to his Scout, listening to the pleased sound he made in his throat as Medics blunt nails scratched his head.
His attention was drawn by the sound of Scout unzipping his pants, peering down to get his first real look at the man's hard cock. He'd seen it soft during examinations— a flaccid blushing thing that he greatly desired to kiss and touch. But now to see it erect, he desired more than anything to see it ignored— dripping and angrily red while caught by some ring or cage. Scout would be beautiful to deny release from— but he wouldn't do such a thing now.
He wanted Scout to love him, to feel lavished and cared for by him. The rest could come later. The mans strong fingers wrapped around his shaft, precum welling at the tip as Scout brought his hand upwards. It was a pleasant length, a little thicker in the middle and just slightly below average. But darling looking, and certainly warranting further inspection. If only his knees wouldn't kill him if he got down onto the floor— one of the few downsides to being older.
He kept up the gentle motion of petting Scouts hair, watching him relax between the touch and the pleasure of his work. Another soft sound from the other man and he could bear it no longer— unzipping his own pants and beginning to palm at the front of his underwear. Scout's eyes opened, his mouth not leaving Miss Paulings sex but his gaze traveling over to Medics crotch.
He felt pride at the man's interest, especially when his eyes widened upon Medic withdrawing his cock from his fly. He kept his hand on Scout's head, thumbing over his temple. "Interested, junge?" He asked, and chuckled as Scout squeezed his eyes shut.
Medic reached out to touch the other mans hand once more— the one that'd been resting on the pale inside of his toys thigh. He curled his fingers around it, taking pleasure in the further reddening of Scouts face as he drew it toward his length, encouraging him to take hold.
Long, strong fingers hesitated, then finally wrapped around his shaft— Medic removing his hand in order to savor the bliss of having his own Scouts touch upon him.
It took all his strength not to thrust into that dear hand, to pull him away from the sleeping woman and simply have his way— But he would be as patient as his lover needed.
Still, he made a sound of his own enjoyment, especially as Scout slowly began to squeeze and stroke his cock. "Liebe," he murmured, shifting closer and petting his hair with more reverence.
Scout hummed against Miss Pauling, his lips still firmly wrapped around her clit. He couldn't wait to remove her from the equation. Then there'd be nothing to look at besides him— nothing else worth giving attention to.
That's all Medic wanted— to be everything. To take what Scout was and turn him into something craven, a man whose only purpose was to love him. The idea made him feel dizzy— breathless even. His fingers curled in Scout's short hair, and the man whimpered for it.
Medic pat his head apologetically, relaxing and simply enjoying what he could get of the other man's touch. A handjob wasn't much, but it was a hell of a lot further than they'd been since he'd met Scout.
"Guter junge," he praised, gasping as a thumb passed over his slit. He supposed it was only fair that Scout would be decent at this— given he had a cock himself. But still, he'd not anticipated any real effort to be given; and yet Scouts hand slowed on his own length, and his mouth stopped against Miss Pauling. Instead, he drove his hand upward in teasing strokes, seeming more content to wring any drop of precum possible out of Medic.
With a sigh, Scout finally drew away from the woman, eyeing Medic’s cock curiously. His mouth and chin glistened with Miss Paulings fluids, proof of his wish to please. This is what he wanted. To be commanded. To be trained like some dutiful mutt. "Did you want something, Liebe?"
The younger man blushed, deft fingers squeezing the base of Medics cock beautifully. "Did you want me to… yknow?" He asked, eyes darting between the wet folds of Pauling and the weeping slit of his cock.
Medic had not even suggested it, yet Scout was already seeking new ways to pleasure him. He shifted closer, noticing the twitch of Scouts length as the young man leaned forward to meet him. "Would you like a taste?"
Lips hesitated before the head of his cock, then a small pink tongue darted out to taste the precum that had welled up on the tip. The mans brow furrowed at the initial flavor, lips curling downward. Scout quickly adjusted, mouth parting to take the head in. He suckled, just as he had on Miss Paulings clit. His eyes fluttered closed, seemingly concentrated on his task.
However Scouts other hand left his own length, fingers taking over where his mouth did on Paulings cunt. Choosing to please others— not himself. If only other people saw this side of him.
Medic stroked the young man's hair approvingly, short strands sticking up awkwardly as he went. "Guter junge," he moaned, blissful in the sensation of Scouts warm mouth taking him. His tongue brushed just under the head— he wasn't taking the doctor very deep— but that was fine. He could be trained.
A soft hum sent a vibration up his length, Scout seeming to appreciate the sweet tone to his voice. He loved to be spoken to, obviously. Medic glanced down at the man's dripping cock, wishing very dearly that they could be alone in his warm bed together. Oh, the things he'd do to Scouts perfectly tight body.
"Wunderbar mein liebe," he praised, Scout looking up at him— cock still stuffed into his soft mouth. It was enough to make his heart skip a beat, cooing and stroking the younger man's smooth cheek.
He craved affection— attention— if only he could realize that Medic would gladly give him these things. It seemed as if he was potentially beginning to understand this, his eyes slipping closed again and his head shifting forward to try and fit more of the doctors length inside of his mouth.
He lightly thrust into that warmth, Scouts pink cheeks hollowing as he sucked. "Sei gut für mich, Liebling." Medic moaned, relishing in how good it was to feel wanted by Scout. He couldn't help it. Shifting his hand down to the man's cheek, he pulled Scout off of his length. "Scout I—"
"Woah, doc!" Scout cried, Medic blinking as he realized the silly boys attention wasn't on him— instead on Miss Pauling once more. "Feel it— she's— y’know!" Scout stood back up, snatching the doctors hand and dragging it towards the woman's sex. He didn't care to feel, but obliged regardless. She pulsed beneath his fingers, obviously coming down from an orgasm that she would have no recollection of later. "I bet she's so tight," Scout sighed, his own fingers gliding up her slit.
He didn't enjoy the distraction— the fact that he was no longer being pleasured by the other man. But he'd still give him room to play. He drew his hand away from the woman and put it on Scouts back, nudging him between Miss Paulings legs. "Why don't you try her?" He asked, attempting to sound encouraging rather than exasperated.
Scouts pretty cock jumped at the suggestion, Medics other hand wrapping around it. It felt lovely, heavy in his hand and warm with love. Medic shifted closer to Scout, nosing against the side of his head and guiding him forward. "Yeah? You think I could get her to do that again?" He asked, bottom lip catching beneath his buck teeth. So sweet.
"I know you can, junge." He murmured, and with a bit more encouraging, Scout moved closer. The dripping head of his cock now rest just before Miss Paulings entrance, yet he made no move. It wasn't until Medic guided him in further that he pressed inside, his mouth opening in wordless pleasure. "Good, Liebe?"
Scout nodded, crimson face burrowing against Medic's shoulder. "Bitte— don't be shy," he teased, gently kissing the top of the younger mans head. He removed his hand from Scout's length, allowing him to slide all the way to his base.
He watched as Scout shuddered, now enveloped in what he could only presume was tight and hot. In his bliss Scout seemed to not mind the doctors increasing affections, allowing him to further kiss and carress his cheek. "Go on, Hase."
Scouts two strong hands raised the sleeping womans thighs, Medic watching curiously as his slick length slid back out before being eased in— starting a surprisingly gentle pace.
Medic cooed at his dearness, hand sliding lower down Scout's back in order to feel his rump. Scout seemed to be in a daze, one of his hands moving to grope Miss Paulings breast as he put more of his weight over her.
He was glad that the man was enjoying himself— but Medic wanted attention too. His own cock was throbbing with need, and though Scout had mentioned no interest in the matter of being penetrated— he could surely be convinced.
Scout stopped as Medic pulled down his pants, looking back at him curiously. "Doc, I—"
"Shh, Liebe. Keep playing." He observed the strong flex of Scouts glutes and thighs as he thrust into the woman, his two hands coming up to feel them. His rump was hardly soft— but it was shapely. Muscular from years of running, smooth with youth and sparse in hair— much like the rest of Scout.
He fetched the lubricant from his surgery tray, humming as he spread it onto his fingers. Beside him Scout continued to thrust, his handsome brow glistening with sweat and his breath coming out in quiet moans. He could hear the slap of Scouts thighs against her— the wet sound of their joining. But soon he'd feel even better. "Relax," Medic soothed as he felt Scouts backside, a finger sliding gently across his hole. It tensed, and Scout paused entirely— not to stop Medic, but instead to spread his legs further.
"Just be careful, alright?" Scout said, his voice tremulous.
Medic blushed, feeling honored by his willingness. Such a good, dear boy. "I will." With that he prodded Scout's hole, working softly until his finger finally slid into a perfect, vice-like heat. Scout gasped, his hips stuttering as Medic's finger slid in deeper.
At this point Scout was practically laying over Miss Pauling, his thrusts short and hard in order to keep Medic's finger from exiting. Such a considerate young man. He flexed the digit inside, going down to the knuckle. "Gut, gut," he praised, kissing Scout's still clothed shoulder.
Scout moaned, taking the push and slide of Medics finger beautifully. Slowly, a second was added, Scouts thrusts faltering. "A-ah! Doc!"
The sound of Scout crying his given title was beautiful, the man taking two fingers with ease. Almost like he was meant to be touched by Medic— to be filled and stretched. "Easy Liebe, I don't want this to hurt."
Still, already he ached to be inside, even if he didn't have Scout all to himself yet. The younger man simply continued his motion, burying himself into the warm hole of his toy. A third finger was added, Scout squirming against him slightly but otherwise accepting the insertion.
Medic rested one hand on the man's hip, feeling the muscle work beneath the skin. His cock throbbed, practically begging to be buried inside— but still, he was patient. Once Scout was thoroughly prepped he took his place fully behind him, slicking his length with lubricant. "Hold still for a moment," he said, blunt head of his cock poking at Scout's slightly gaped entrance.
Scout was breathless, face burning as he looked over his shoulder. "Are you sure that's gonna fit?"
He was flattered by the compliment to his size, yet the fact still remained that his Scout was thoroughly prepped. He'd not feel pain— this time at least. "Relax, and tell me if it hurts, ja?"
Scout nodded his consent, and with a gentle push, the tip of Medics cock entered. He puffed out a breath, hands tight on Scouts delightfully trim waist as he slid inside. "Oh Hase," he moaned, sweat gathering on his brow just from the restraint he had to show. To not buck ceaselessly into that perfect body was a herculean effort, sighing as finally he felt Scouts strong rump against him. "Does it hurt?" He asked, his thumbs circling the slight dip in Scout's hips.
Scout laid over Miss Pauling, having not moved since Medic began his entrance. He didn't make eye contact, but his face burned as he shook his head. "Nah, it feels… good."
What a gentleman. He pet the man's flank before giving an experimental thrust, drawing himself out only slightly. Scout gasped at the sensation, his strong thighs tensing before relaxing once more. Good, good. Scout was already a natural at taking cock— something Medic had already presumed when observing him.
Now he'd prove just how good he could make Scout feel. He resettled his hands on the smaller man's lovely hips, listening to his breath catch as Medic began to properly fuck him.
It wasn't rough— he'd like Scout to be able to walk away feeling completely at ease— but the young man was certainly feeling it. Scout moaned in a way that Medic could only describe as girlish, his body still slack as he just took what the older man gave him.
He was beautiful. It was like he'd completely forgotten about the warm body of Miss Pauling beneath him— now rather than thrusting, Scout was only moved by Medic— his cock still buried in the sleeping woman.
He'd not even gotten to the best part. With a slight shift in angle, he thrust his cock against Scouts prostate— and with it drew out perhaps the most beautiful sound the doctor had ever heard.
"A-ah! Medic!" Scout cried, his face turned to look at the man. It was perfectly pink, his bottom lip practically begging to be taken between Medics sharp teeth.
The older man leaned over him fully, attempting to capture him with a kiss. Being only slightly taller meant it was a bit of a strain to press their mouths together, but Medic would cherish that feeling of connection they shared. Afterwards he simply nuzzled the side of Scouts head, listening to his precious gasps and cries.
He was enamored— even buried deep as he was, he still desired more. Scout softly moaned, and Medic knew it was for him— just for him. Miss Pauling beneath them was nothing more than a warm hole to nestle his cute cock inside of. Medic braced his arm around Scout's collarbone, head burrowed against his shoulder as he began to thrust harder— the medical table creaking out a metallic warning.
But he couldn't bring himself to care if the table buckled beneath him. All his desire lay in thoroughly pleasuring Scout— to draw out more beautiful sounds from him— to make the young man love him more than anything. "Doc— doc!" Scout wailed beneath him, one of his strong calves wrapping around the back of Medic's legs.
"Finish Liebe," he gasped against the other man, thrusting faster into his tight heat. "I'm here," he soothed, hand coming up to stroke Scout's sweaty cheek.
The man underneath him tensed— his hand clawing at the sleeve of Medic's dress shirt as he came hard, voice sounding strangled and weak. Medic did not slow even as Scout loosened beneath him, red face turning slightly to look up at the doctor as he drove himself to completion— he gripped scouts hips hard— leaving evidence of their lovemaking in the form of fingerprint bruises. He called out his affection as he came, balls drawn up high as he pumped his release inside the other man. He was very certain he'd never come so hard in his entire life.
"Hase," he sighed against the mans cooling skin, cock still throbbing inside despite having no seed left to give. Scout remained limp beneath him, the only evidence that he was even awake being that he had his eyes open. The young man was breathing heavily, still laying over the sleeping woman. Was his cock still inside, Medic wondered— breeding her like some shackled bitch?
He made a pleased sound at the idea, wishing instead that he could be doing that to his Scout. It could certainly be manufactured— with a little surgery. But for now he eased himself out of the man beneath him, hands spreading his cheeks to watch as a thick stream of cum leaked out from his freshly gaped hole.
Scout whined beneath him, and for that he chuckled, deciding that another time he should very much like to taste him once they were finished. He helped the man off of Miss Pauling, pleasantly surprised as Scout leaned against him, allowing him to put his arms around him.
He watched with mild curiousity as Scouts seed leaked from between the womans slack legs— certainly a healthy amount for a young man. If only it wasn't tainted by her— he'd love to taste it pure. Medic kissed Scout's temple, the shorter man still relaxed from his orgasm.
"Doc?" Scout asked, pretty blue eyes turning upwards to look at him.
"Hm?" He replied, feeling awfully pleased with this turn of events. Scout was already willingly affectionate with him— and had very plainly enjoyed being taken in such a way. Surely he'd—
"Don't tell anybody we did it, alright?" Scouts face became serious, and Medic couldn't help but frown.
Well this wouldn't do. He wanted to be able to flaunt his relationship with Scout! Medic kissed the top of his head, feeling the man tense. "Will you come see me again?"
Scout blushed, eyes cast downward as he considered it. "Yeah. If you keep bringing Miss P."
Medic tsked, squeezing him close— which as it seemed Scout was beginning to dislike more and more as his high wore off. "Doc— I'm not your boyfriend, alright?"
He sighed, meeting Scouts gaze. He could still be broken in. Maybe he'd drug Scout a little too next time— just so they could sleep in bed together afterwards. Some cuddling post-coitus would be nice. "Alright Liebe," he conceded, but he made it clear that he wasn't very pleased with the arrangement.
With one last coerced kiss he bade Scout to leave, allowing Medic to clean up after him and ensure that Miss Pauling would have no idea as to what had happened to her.
Though, as he filled up a syringe containing some very potent pre-natals— he wondered if perhaps she may get some sort of clue soon.