Doctor Bakura

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Til Death Do Us Part

harleendelka:

officer-ryou-bakura:

It all happened so fast, one moment Harley was cupping B’s face tenderly and the air around them was still and heavy with sombre defeat, but in the very next moment B was enraged, stumbling back.

Ryou stood as far back as his chains would allow, for fear the killer would collapse right into him. His mind was ticking over what had happened, before he saw the needle in B’s neck.

She’d drugged him. He stared in shock at the scene, however during his fixation a gentle hand pressed against his face and turned him to the side.

The officer stared in shock through swollen to see the doctor before him, and let out a muffled noise of relief behind the cloth gag. It was then that the reality of the situation dawned on him; they were rescuing him, together?

The officer turned his head, tearing his eyes away from Bakura - which was harder than he had ever thought possible - and saw B standing hunched and enraged before he made a mad dash for Harley in a final fit of violence, the knife lifted high in the air.

The officer’s instincts kicked in instantly, and he tore himself away from Bakura to throw his body into B, using his shoulder to barge him and hopefully knock the drugged killer off his feet. 

He was coming at her with a knife, a look of manic rage contorting his features into something inhumane. For a moment, after everything – the plotting and the planning and the touching – she froze up like a deer caught in the headlights.

She was about to die, and her body wouldn’t do as told. Her legs wouldn’t obey her, her muscles were tensed up, and she was screaming at herself to fucking do something.

You’re going to die, and it will be because you were too fucking stupid to jump out the way. What are you doing? Move!

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Then suddenly, there was a blur of white beside her and Ryou was throwing himself at B with all his weight. She couldn’t do anything but stare, relief washing through her – and then fresh panic.

No Ryou, no get away from him.

The doctor never paid any attention or care for the other two figures once he had believed things to be settled. And that was his mistake. There was no mistaking the loss of warmth for the cool air, and his head turned sharply watching the display.

The officer was a fucking idiot, his idiot, but still one none the less.  The doctor pondered for a moment, a matter of quick reflection, what was wrong with him to simply jump out for someone he was not sure would do the same? He felt himself moving after him reaching out with a desperate need, feet holding themselves to the rotten floor when there was no hope of stopping what was about to unfold. His skills would have to wait until the backlash started, as long as the heart continued to beat there would be time. His eyes looked to side, staring down the woman who stood still.

If the officer lost his life, there was only one person leaving the ruined wedding halls alive. That much he would assure. 

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Creating Complications

officer-ryou-bakura:

doctorbakura:

officer-ryou-bakura:

Ryou sat up a little bit, twisting in Bakura’s grip to stare at him, “… well that’s the exact sort of thing I want you to tell me about!” his jealousy was instant and he didn’t have time to think of wow to react rationally.

He bit the inside of his cheek, forcing himself to calm down, “the nerve of some people,” he grumbled. 

The doctor tried to keep his face from showing just how amused he was, but failed miserably, a small phantom of a smile breaking through the fragile mask. 

"My My, it sounds like you are a bit jealous, hmm? It is not as if I allowed her to do anything. You’re the one stuck with Me here, and not amount of perky breast will stray Me."

Ryou was about to calm down when the doctor slipped up, “perky?” he echoed, anger crossing his face, “nice to know you were looking.”

He pulled away from Bakura and then stood up, suddenly not feeling like spooning. 

"It’s hard not to look when they are being shoved in your face." He defended, not forcing the officer to lay with him. "You shouldn’t be upset at Me, it is not as if I wanted to look. You know full well that you’re the only one I’m interested in, so there is no point in getting jealous." 

doctorbakura sent: "I thought you said you would help. So fucking help. Or take back your words."

officer-ryou-bakura:

doctorbakura:

officer-ryou-bakura:

officer-ryou-bakura:

He grit his teeth, hands twitching, close enough to wanting to hit Bakura when a bright idea clicked. He leaned forward only an inch and pressed their lips together. 

With a groan he shoved Bakura, but never let their lips part. His annoyance at the doctor was still there - as well as his desire to help the other, despite his current behaviour. 

Two could play at that game. The doctor shoved back, pushing him with one hand, and pulling his hair with another, sending him to the counter, pushing his frustrations into actions. 

He let out another small noise when his back hit the counter top. He reached out and grabbed Bakura with him, feeling his heart pound with rage and now something else a little more unexpected.

He was still livid over nothing of real importance, simply his body trying to convince him to give in, to take the temptation still resting in his home and even his pockets. The doctor had started to resort to simply smelling the cancerous toxins whenever he missed the taste. 

This time there was a different taste he was searching for, his hand gripping tightly on the soft locks, taking control over everything, an almost animistic desire running through him. Hips broke away for only a few seconds. “Sit on the fucking counter.” And attacked again. 

Creating Complications

officer-ryou-bakura:

doctorbakura:

 

"Perhaps," Ryou humoured the possibility, but the idea of anyone of actual worth willingly coming to Domino was unlikely. People were warned away from the DPD, they were the plague among police.

"Bakura?" he tilted his head slightly, his hand reaching back to stroke his arm, "you don’t talk about your work often.” 

"My work?" He repeated back, looking down at the frame pressed against him. "Most of My work I can’t talk about, what is between the patients and I is between us. Without names I can mention some, but really its quite boring. The other day I had a woman who still had the article about Me from years ago, professing sickness and desired to be treated for a supposed strange feeling she had." His chest vibrated as he started to laugh, trying to withhold himself.

"The sickness was her wanting to hop on My dick, and Me telling her no. I actually had to call the police to take care of her she was so insistence.” 

Ryou sat up a little bit, twisting in Bakura’s grip to stare at him, “… well that’s the exact sort of thing I want you to tell me about!” his jealousy was instant and he didn’t have time to think of wow to react rationally.

He bit the inside of his cheek, forcing himself to calm down, “the nerve of some people,” he grumbled. 

The doctor tried to keep his face from showing just how amused he was, but failed miserably, a small phantom of a smile breaking through the fragile mask. 

"My My, it sounds like you are a bit jealous, hmm? It is not as if I allowed her to do anything. You’re the one stuck with Me here, and not amount of perky breast will stray Me."

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Welp
doctorbakura sent: "I thought you said you would help. So fucking help. Or take back your words."

officer-ryou-bakura:

doctorbakura:

officer-ryou-bakura:

He grit his teeth, hands twitching, close enough to wanting to hit Bakura when a bright idea clicked. He leaned forward only an inch and pressed their lips together. 

That wasn’t what he was expecting, and he was still angry, far too much to simply let the little act work over. The doctor gripped Ryou’s hair, yanking the strands back and biting down on his lips, in a nearly playful manor. 

With a groan he shoved Bakura, but never let their lips part. His annoyance at the doctor was still there - as well as his desire to help the other, despite his current behaviour. 

Two could play at that game. The doctor shoved back, pushing him with one hand, and pulling his hair with another, sending him to the counter, pushing his frustrations into actions. 

doctorbakura sent: "I thought you said you would help. So fucking help. Or take back your words."

officer-ryou-bakura:

He grit his teeth, hands twitching, close enough to wanting to hit Bakura when a bright idea clicked. He leaned forward only an inch and pressed their lips together. 

That wasn’t what he was expecting, and he was still angry, far too much to simply let the little act work over. The doctor gripped Ryou’s hair, yanking the strands back and biting down on his lips, in a nearly playful manor. 

Anonymous sent: Surely one can't hurt...?

I’m a doctor. I know that one can hurt. I don’t want one. I want an entire fucking pack.