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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 5:06 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 5:16 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 5:39 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 5:55 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 6:45 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 8:41 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 8:55 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 9:36 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 10:07 am
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(God, you guys are so going to kill my a** when I do this thing I have planned. I feel really bad for Seto.... gonk ...and I haven't even done it yet! I think I'll wait until the next morning for it to happen though... ninja )
The man paused for the briefest moment before saying--aparently to himself: "Thats funny. I could have sworn that I just heard someone. I must be hallucinating again. Too many long nights..." He pulled the sensors out through the neck in the shirt gently. Then, he moved his arms underneath Yami's back, lifting him up off the bed slightly. His black shirt was removed, exposing the light skin beneath. Where the sensors had been there were little red circles on his skin as well as a few remaining pieces of white medical tape.
When the doctor saw this though, he frowned and moved his hand to Yami's neck where he felt the faint pulse. The boy looked almost too white. He thought he was just in a coma--he didn't think he was sick... but without the clothing, he saw just how pale Yami's skin had become. He dropped the shirt on the pillow and sighed. He could just ask Seto... he'd actually dueled the guy...but he didn't want to worry the Kaiba any more than he already was. The King of Games just didn't look this pale on TV.
'You're none the less perfect though...' the doctor caught himself thinking. He hoped to god that he didn't just say that aloud with Seto sitting in the room. -- Yami was staring down at his body. It wasn't as clear as it was before. It was starting to become blury like everything else in the room. He wished he understood why this was happening, but nothing at the moment made any sense. He saw the doctor's reaction and couldn't help but blurt, "What? What's wrong?" When he didn't get a response though, he realized that of course...they couldn't hear him.
"W-W-W-Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa!" he sputtered when he saw the doctor's hands moving towards his hips, "Can't we leave the pants ON?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 10:27 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 6:17 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 10:25 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 6:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 4:34 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 9:38 pm
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After the doctor was positive that Seto wasn't going to re-appear suddenly after leaving, he turned his attention back to the boy leaning on his hip.
With a surprising gentleness that he never showed even in front of Seto, he lifted the boy up in his arms, feeling the smooth texture of his skin through the thin sleeves he wore. Then, he set him back down on the bed just as gently. The gown he was going to put on him had been discarded at the end of the bed, not being needed for the moment. Now, the young doctor had other things on his mind--secret things.
His brown eyes were focused on the slightly parted lips of the patient, showing a sort of battle going on in his mind. In a way, it seemed wrong to touch Yami--but only because he was in a coma and he'd seen the guy on TV. But...that was perhaps what was so attractive about him... He'd seen him on the news and in random pictures in magazines. He always wore such flattering clothing for his body--it showed just enough for someone to want to see more. And his eyes--when they were open, they were truly something to behold. He was always so confident in everything that he did...
Before he even realized what he was doing, he'd straddled the patient's thighs and was kissing the warm, soft, and inviting lips that the duelist had. Was it just his immagination or did Yami seem to be kissing him back?* He made sure to be gentle--he didn't want to bruise the boy--but that was a half-hearted desire at best. He knew that Yami was into the whole leather look and assumed that that meant that he was into the whole S&M thing--which meant that he and the doctor would be a perfect match*.
A sound caused the doctor to freeze his ministrations. Did he just hear something? No--he was just being paranoid again. Seto couldn't possibly be that fast with getting coffee... Or--maybe it was just him entering the room--yes...tha tmust have been it. Seto must have just found the employee lounge.
Confident that he was right in his musings, he grew even more bold: he slid his hands against Yami's skin until they'd gone into his pants. One of them slid to the back where he felt Yami's complete weight seem to press his hand against the other's rear--it was pure animal instinct that he squeezed. The other hand stayed at the front--but just below the elastic in the young man's underwear.
He was getting so into it, that he never stopped to think that maybe he was being watched by the very person who he was touching.
*That doctor has a very vivid imagination. --- Yami was trying desperately to get the doctor off of himself, not bothering to mind the peculier scalding feeling when he tried to touch the doctor. It figured that something like this would happen the very second that Seto turned his back. "Just stop!" Yami tried, feeling helplessly useless. The doctor of course couldn't hear him--but he had no other ideas. He felt extremely frustrated that he couldn't do a single thing. He was supposed to save himself for only Seto, right? ONLY Seto! Right now, he couldn't do anything to stop what was happening--but he still felt really guilty about it.
There was only one thing that he could do, and that would be to wake up. He moved over to his now very-blurry body and touched himself on the hand. Instantly he felt a tremendous wave start to cross his body, starting at the point of contact. He felt really really weak and tired--but it was odd because it also felt somewhat like a vacuum in that it was hard to pull away. A few seconds after he did, he felt completely normal again--he'd regained all of his strength.
For a moment, he stopped worrying about what the guy was doing to his body and wondered what that was. He didn't like that feeling--it felt as if he were dying when he touched his body--it felt like he was being sucked into the Shadow Realm again.
((AKA, he' didn't wake up....and Seto's going to have a very unpretty sight when he finally does come back. 4laugh I bad. surprised ))
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