Desire | By : TenkenGensui Category: +S through Z > Trauma Center (series) > Trauma Center (series) Views: 1236 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“Victor… is the serum ready yet?” Victor’s gaze didn’t avert from his project. “I’m coming in…” The door opened wider, then closed and the good doctor made his way in.
“Hey Stiles, and no. It’s not ready.”
“Then… what’s that?” He motioned to the fragrant, pink substance in Victor’s test tube.
“Honestly… I have no idea what I’ve created. I was working on the serum… but I spilled something,” he begrudgingly admitted. “I’ll have it done later, so just go and-” The researcher stood.
“Victor, is something wrong?” Derek stopped, looking down to where Victor‘s eyes were staring. His light blue scrubs had tented in the front… Derek blushed, sticking his hands in his pockets.
“Control yourself, Stiles. Geez,” Victor grumbled, trying to fight off his own growing need. The surgeon’s naiveté had always made him feel this way, and seeing the brown mopped man blush like that… it made him so horny. He saw the surgeon wince slightly. He was so hard that it hurt. Both of them were.
Derek jumped, feeling Victor grab both of his shoulders and pull him into a kiss. Derek recoiled a bit, but he could feel the blood rushing out of his brain… The researcher’s lips were rough and chapped… and they tasted like chapstick, but Derek kept kissing. Victor’s tongue explored Derek’s mouth, then suddenly pulled away.
“What are… we doing, Stiles?” Victor asked through pants. “Are we… really this horny?”
“I don’t… I don’t know. It… it just hurts. It hurts so bad I can’t stand it.” Derek’s voice was calm and quiet as he went in for another kiss. He pressed his soft lips against Victor’s chapped, pushing his tongue into the slightly younger man’s mouth. Victor let his hands roam and Derek felt his belt drop to the floor. He allowed the researcher to corner him.
“St-Stiles. If you break anything… I… ahh… I’ll kill you.” Victor started on the zipper of Derek’s uniform as he tripped the surgeon to the floor and ripped off his pants.
“I won’t break… anything. J-Just hurry. It hurts.”
“Mine hurts too, dumbass.” Victor smirked quietly, feeling Derek clumsily try to remove his clothing. “C’mon, dumbass. Hurry up. My pants are getting tight.” Derek clawed at the buttons and zippers of Victor’s uniform. Derek’s hips jerked and he shivered quietly,
“V-Victor… what are you- ah…” He could feel Victor’s tongue caressing his inner thigh with an awkward gentleness. He moved stealthily upward, sucking on Derek’s soft skin, placing hot, passionate kisses down Derek’s neck. He moved slowly downward and became rough and wild as the seconds passed. Victor’s tongue played up and down Derek’s heated member. He whimpered as his desires built up. Victor pulled away, leaving him hard and horny.
“I’m going first.” Victor eyed the ottoman in the far corner and brought it over, then draped his companion over it, exposing the naïve surgeon’s virgin-tight opening. “Brace yourself, Stiles.” Derek felt the pressure build in his backside. He moaned and whimpered, trying to find something to dig his nails into. He felt himself being stretched to the limit…!
“V-Victor,” Derek gasped, “G-Go easy! I’m a virgin.”
“I can’t go easy, Stiles. You can’t venture into a Niguel’s turf and expect him to go easy on you.” Victor replied, matter-of-factly. “The fact of the matter is, I’m going to fuck your brains out.”
“Victor, please… at least use lube.”
“Don’t have any,” Victor pressed harder, eager to satisfy his instincts.
“Liar! Yes you do,” Derek accused, “I-I saw some on your desk!” Victor rolled his eyes, grabbing the small tube off of his desk. He squirted some into his hands, rubbing some onto his dick and the rest onto Derek’s opening. “T-Thank you, Victor.”
“Yeah, yeah. It’s still going to hurt like bloody fuck; you’re a virgin.” Victor poised to attack. Derek whimpered, feeling Victor make his grand entrance. The surgeon felt as though he were going to rip apart. He gasped desperately as Victor increased his pace several fold. Several small bruises began to form from Victor’s rough touch.
“Agh…” Victor kept his pace, and tears began to for in Derek’s eyes. “V-Victor…”
“Hurt?”
“A lot.” Victor’s face was dark.
“Good, that’s how it should be.” As the time passed, the motions began to hurt less, as Derek had become slightly numb. His cock began to pulsate painfully, and he could feel the built up desire try to escape.
“V-Victor… I ca-can’t hold it any longer…” Victor could feel himself loosing it too. With one final thrust, he came into the surgeon. A few seconds later, Derek felt his desires explode out of him in milky white strings. Victor collapsed on top of him for a moment, their moist, hot skin sticking them to one another. After a few minutes of catching his breath, Victor got up and began to redress.
“You should probably go make your rounds before Thompson gets pissed.” Derek nodded dumbly, getting up off of the ottoman clumsily. “Remember, we just did that because we were both horny. Don’t read into it.” Derek nodded again, collecting his clothing and redressing. Victor cleaned up the room, and got back to work.
Victor, of course, had been lying. That brunette was so sexy he couldn’t stand it.
“Mmkay.” He was just about to stumble out into the hallway when was met by a furious Angie.
“Where were you?! You’re late!” Derek looked desperately over to Victor, his blue-gray eyes rolled, as if saying, You owe me for this one, Stiles.
“Go easy on him, Thompson, he’s not feeling too well.” Angie looked up at Derek and dragged him out, telling him that he was going to get a check up first and foremost before she did his rounds.
“Finally. I can scratch that off my things to do list…” he grumbled quietly. “Now… for this serum…”
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