Not My Diagnosis

Before I could speak he dropped to one knee, hastening me inside of his mouth. I clawed at the wall for support as my knees nearly fell through. His tongue made quick work of the strength remaining and I began to slide down the wall, though, it was ceased as he pinned my hips back against it, ravaging the tender flesh that needed no more recovery, despite the rest of my body's condition.

My hips strained to rock forward, a sharp cry liberating the tension in my lungs. He let up the pressure on my hips and I attempted to convince more of his mouth to cover me, blushing more at the shameless action. I pulled one of my hands forward and set it atop his head, my fingers snaking through his hair.

He chuckled against me after another disgraceful moan, my fingers tightening in his nicely styled hair as his tempo increased.

A few minutes more of graduating pressure and my resilience fell through. The familiar tingling started to spread, and then he stopped. "Is that proof enough?" My eyes opened as he spoke, frustration sparking again. I closed my eyes and my head fell forward. I winced, removing my hand from his hair and falling forward. He caught me in the process and lowered me to my knees in front of him.

"Please..." was the forced breath from my pained chest. He stroked my cheek with an unwanted tenderness.

"Is it? I need to know," he whispered, his voice tight with amusement. I nodded slowly and he fell to his back, pulling me up onto him. I slowly opened my eyes to see him beaming at me; I felt like crying. I could feel my pants leaving the rest of what was important, pulled down to my mid-thigh. He pushed me back onto himself and another cry made its way from me due to the biting pain; farther down until I sheathed him. I leaned back and rested my hands on his thighs as he thrust up into me, striking where I needed him to.

The appropriate noises, or rather inappropriate noises came, as they were synchronized with certain sensations being invigorated in my body. His thrusts grew harder and tears began to well in my eyes; it had been some time. His hands found my upper-thighs and cupped the curve of my legs, forcing me down more.

My gasps grew more vocal and my loins stirred. I recoiled onto him harder, beads of sweat trailing down my face and neck. The sound of him beneath me was all that moved me to orgasm. I shuddered hard as my seed spilled forth onto his chest, my throat constricting around my breath, my lips parted in shock.

He continued to buck into me, over-stimulating the nerves within me until it hurt. My nails dug into his thighs, the haltered breath in my lungs releasing pleading yelps at its discretion as the numbing pain grew almost unbearable.

It was soon ended by the spread of his release within me. My voice quivered and hands shook as tears ran down my face, mingling with perspiration.

I heard a labored chuckle beneath me and looked down slowly. A hand approached my left cheek and wiped the moisture away, his palm cupping my jaw. 'Twice?" he asked in between breaths.

I gave him a confused look and he chuckled again. "It seems your body is no longer taking orders from your brain if you don't know." I looked down and noticed a second pattern across him and flushed again, looking away from his hand. "Why are you so quiet?" He reached for me and slid his hand up my chest, finding another collection of nerves in between his fingers, clasping his fingers together.

An audible gasp came again and I captured his wrist. "Please, restrain... yourself," I breathed, moving his hand away. I slowly lifted myself from him with a pained expression, rolling over onto my side and catching my breath. He stroked my inner thigh and I growled at him, pushing myself over onto my stomach and up to my forearms.

"I guess we should take a break." He showed his hand to me, and on his fingertips was what he injected me with and red. I wrinkled my nose and sat back on my legs, working my shirt and coat back up onto my shoulders, fastening the buttons. I stood and grabbed on of the small cloths I took into the room, wiping the blood from my thighs. I didn't bother with the rest. I reworked my pants and turned to him, who was all ready standing.

"I am going to have a shower," I flatly stated.

He looked genuinely concerned and approached me. "What's wrong? What did I do?"

"Nothing," I chuckled. He looked pryingly at me. "Really. I just, need some Acetaminophen and a hot shower. It's not like we can continue." He smiled and pecked me on the lips. I made a face and he grinned. "However, you do need to be a bit more careful with me when it's been so long."

"I'll try. You know what you do to me."

"I also know what you do to me."

He laughed and pulled his shirt on while I picked up my glasses and the keys and pulled back some of the padding on the door, activating the tumbler so it unlocked. I stepped out and stopped, my eyes flashing as an adrenaline burst shot through me.

"You really should try to be a bit more quiet. I could hear you down in my cell," came that annoying, smug voice.

I knew he was bluffing and didn't care; just a sad attempt to shake me. "Shouldn't you be in your cell?"

"Someone forgot to lock the door, so I though I would come strike a deal with you and only assumed you were here seeing as how you never made it back down the stairs." He licked his lips and pushed himself up from the wall. I quirked a brow and he looked around me into the cell. "Ah. There he is. Scared me there for a moment, doctor." He giggled and I was growing a little irritated with his act. "Now... lets you and me lay down some new rules about my little stay here, or I convince buttercup here to pull one of his kitchen makes again, huh? I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

I stepped out of the doorway and started to walk down the hall. "And what's the deal with putting a lock on that window? Made my time very boring," he chuckled. I flushed a bit in various feelings, my focus forward so I wasn't tempted to break his arm. "Anyway, here's what I need from you," he clapped his hands together in a fashion of a prayer, "I need you to provide me with more paint."

I stopped in my step and turned to him. "As you wish. Though, let me tell you," I glanced around and leaned in, bringing in a sharp breath, "Any attempt to blackmail me beyond meaningless things will end you up here." My eyes made their way around the edges of my glasses and the room, indicating my intent beyond words.

He laughed in that way he does and patted me on the back. "You're good, Candypants, real good." I sighed, shaking my head and walking down the hall with him.

"Please, show yourself out, Mr. Wayne," came my professional tone.

"Oh, Sweetcheeks, you can't be so cold," the lunatic next to me remarked. I flashed him a glance and he raised his hands into the air. "Far be it from me then," he leaned in a bit and whispered in that inconspicuous manner, "But the boy is rich." He nodded to me and patted me once on the shoulder and I wrinkled my nose again, opening the door and escorting him downstairs without a glance back.

{It's been a while, but that's always the case. I hope you like it. And thank you to all who reviewed. It really helps. I love to hear from you all.
~Dr. Crane}