Getting lazy with these mini-installments. Eh. Go figure. Couldn't even go strong for a week without missing a day. 'S life, I guess. Random fact of the day: my captcha read "Ichijo". Isn't that some anime series or somethin? Oh, almost forgot. It may not seem like it, but those little pet names Medic keeps calling Scout? They might not seem like it, but they are the mushiest things ever. He's totally calling Scout things like, "little songbird" and "little treasure" and stuff like that. Scout doesn't know it (he assumes Medic is talking dirty or something, and would probably make fun of Medic 4evr if he found out what Medic really WAS saying), but it's true. Yes, my Medic's a total sap. Not that he doesn't have a dark side. ------ Truth be told, Medic was all too happy to throw all medical pretense out of the window by this time. Even as cool as he’d been playing it, Scout had been driving him wild since he’d made his presence known. The older man slowly ran his hands over Scout’s body, first starting at the calves, then the inner thighs, coyly skirting around the main focus and feeling his sharp hips, running his thumbs up the boy’s toned abdominals, brushing against his nipples, and finally coming to rest on his sharp, angular chin. He tilted his young lover’s face up, and placed a ginger kiss to the boy’s lips. Scout squirmed in his restraints, deepening the kiss as far as he possibly could. He wanted more of him – NOW. The boy made his needs known by giving an eager, if not slightly needy, whine. Medic broke the kiss with a smirk, going back to his clipboard. “Subject is highly zenzitive to touch stimuli… Lacks pazience.†Scout snarled and growled playfully at the doctor. “Seemz to be highly animaliztic.†Not wanting to keep the boy waiting much longer, Medic daintily picked up a slender scalpel from the table. This time, Scout’s scowl was all too real. “Ah, hell, Doc. Get dat buttah knife outta he’ah. You know I’m past dat thing.†Medic shook his head. “Nein, mein Schatzi. I know you prefer zee Bonesaw, but I’ve deemed it too dangerous for recreational purposes. I am NOT going to risk repeating zee results of last time.†“Aw, C’MON, Doc – that was one t—†“No.†“But you’re being a total Deutschba—†He was cut off by the blade of the wicked scalpel being plunged his left bicep, neatly severing the muscles and tendons inside. The boy screamed and twisted at the unexpected brutality. Blood spurted generously, coating the Medic’s soft, blue gloves with a slick layer of deep red. “Ich sagte… ‘Nein’, du Spatzi,†he hissed, a wicked grin spreading over his face. “Fuck you, Doc…†the boy replied, returning it in kind. The two shared another kiss as Medic trailed his blood-stained hand slowly towards the boy’s waistline.