#bleh!!

“Hari,” you call to him, a frown on your lips. You’re getting agitated, and who could blame you? You’ve been in this room for at least an hour now. He answers in a hum, clearly too distracted to even pay attention to you. “I’m tired. Overhaul clearly isn’t coming, can’t we just go?” His eyes flicker to you and at least you know that you have a fraction of his attention. “He isn’t even a real doctor. Can’t we go to a real one? Someone who won’t keep us waiting?” A look is flashed towards you and it makes you lower your shoulders. He’s tired- or at least he looks like it- but he’s also nervous. “Hari, please,” you whine, kicking your legs out and letting the back of your foot bump against the metal covering of the bed. There really is no reason for you to both waste your time on a man who will clearly not show.

His eyes glance to his phone once more and he looks back at you, placing the phone in his pocket as he rises from the plastic seat. You watch as he comes towards you and his hands are cold against the side of your face. He squishes your face ever-so-slightly, pushing the fat close until your lips are puckered.

“I know you’re tired from waiting,” Hari says in a low voice, “but just be a little bit more patient, okay? Overhaul is doing this for us without expecting payment in return. Just, try to hold out a little longer, okay?” He gives a chaste kiss between your brows, pulling away and releasing your slightly flushed face. He pinches at your cheeks and lets out a small laugh when you frown and try to pull away from him.

“But I’m cold,” you whine, tilting your head and pulling your lips into a thin line, your faux sobs muffled between your lips.

“Would you like to wear my jacket?” When you nod enthusiastically, he gives you a curt nod, removing his own beige colored jacket and slipping it around your shoulders. He pulls from the top of the jacket, letting the collar fit snug around you. “There,” he says gently, “all better now.” His eyes look into yours, and in a brief moment of silence, he leans down, his breath cools against your lips, and the door clicks open. Quickly, he pulls away, standing tall and his face back to being close to emotionless. “Overhaul,” he greets with a nod of his head, “I was getting worried. You’re usually so punctual.”

“Things came up,” Overhaul responds coolly, taking a step towards you, whereas Hari steps away from you and back to the seat. A latex gloved hand grips at your knee and Overhaul’s attention is solely on Hari. “Is it fine if I begin?”

Hari nods. “Of course.” He sits back, a leg crossed over the other. His hands overlap as they grip his calf, his eyes on you as Overhaul goes to the counter, pulling out a plastic wrapped stethoscope. The plastic crinkles in his hand as he removes it, placing it around his neck.

Overhaul is in front of you, cold eyes boring into yours. The ear pieces are placed, one hand holding onto the tubing, and the other onto the bell. “You’ll have to remove the jacket,” Overhaul says, holding the stethoscope close to chest.

“But I’m cold,” you complain, a frown on your lips.

“That’s no concern of mine.” Even with a mask on, you can see just how unamused he is. “Hurry up.”

You regret not wearing a mask, having to resort to biting the inside of your cheeks to keep from making a disgruntled face. The jacket is bunched up in your hands before being taken from Overhaul and returned back to Hari. Your chest is cold, and despite the little covering, you still cross your arms, desperate and partially ashamed to hide your pebbled nipples.

The diaphragm is cold, pressed to your bare chest where you suck in a sharp breath and jump at the sudden contact. You mumble an apology under your breath that is ignored. The following is standard procedure- asking you to cough, to take deep breaths and tilt your head towards him so he could check inside your ear canals. You do everything that he asks, growing more curious every time Hari leans further out of his chair, worry biting at his bottom lip.

Truth be told, you don’t know why you were brought here. Why is it Overhaul taking care of you and not a proper doctor with a degree and everything. He’s looking for something- Hari or Overhaul- you aren’t sure who exactly, but you know that someone is looking for something. A quirk, perhaps? It’s rare for there to be such late bloomers, but that can’t be it. Your blood hasn’t been drawn and you know how well Overhaul is bloodthirsty, disguised as analytic, but a monster under all the cleanliness.

A hand curves around your stomach and you look down, brows knitting together as the hum of the air conditioner powers on. This touch feels a lot more personal, more planned than anything else. His hand slowly flutters up, dragging and crumbling your gown under his palm and the side of his hand grazes against the underside of your breasts. You look up, ready to tell Hari that you’re done with this- whatever this is. You might not know what you were here for initially, too dumb struck with the idea of Overhaul being the one to care for you, but you’re sure that a physical doesn’t resort to grazing the breasts.

“Overhaul,” Hari says in a warning tone, obviously much more aware of your feelings than he’d ever lead on.

You inhale sharply when Overhaul kneads his hands into your breasts. “I’m checking for abnormalities.” Golden eyes flicker to where your partner sits, only to return to your chest. He has yet to even look at you during this whole procedure. “Purely professional.”

“They don’t like it,” he snaps, rising from his seat.

“Try not to speak on the patient’s behalf,” he murmurs through the mask. “If they’re so uncomfortable with it, they’re free to say something. But if you’d rather risk something that I cannot fix, then you’re free to leave.” At the absence of a reply, he huffs and his hands squeeze at your breasts, palms pressed deeply and you hold your breath, willing to ignore the way that your nipples have hardened in the cold room. It’s silent and you refuse to speak for some odd reason. You can’t find the words to tell him to stop. Perhaps it’s the fear that you might have something, or perhaps you can’t deny him something. You know how cruel he can be. You’ve seen the manic in his eyes, the shameless glee of seeing someone ripped apart and the quick disgust that follows of the blood and guts ruining his body. “I thought so.”

“Over-”

His hands finally leave your breasts and land on your knees. “Kurono, if you’re going to keep interrupting this session, then I would rather have you go and work on something. Did you ever finish those files? The ones with the successful subjects?”

There’s a twitch in Hari’s brow. Annoyance leaks out, but even if he is your partner, and holds the respect of Overhaul, he’s still his subordinate. He’s still very well beneath him. “No, sir.”

“Then I suggest you go and do that while I finish up here.” He’s cold. His words leave no room for argument and you watch with sad eyes as Hari gives a curt nod, his eyes meeting yours briefly in a furrowed, sad look before he turns on his heel and exits the room.

You’ve been with Hari for over a few months now and during that time, you’ve known Overhaul for much less. Not even knowing his actual name, just knowing that he is to be referred to by his name. You’ve never been alone with the man and that thought leaves a disturbing flood in your stomach- something thick and acidic that makes you scared. Your molars pierce into the soft insides of your cheeks as Overhaul walks to the door, the click echoing in the room.

He turns to you and he has given you his full attention. “Do you know why you’re here? Why is it that Kurono was so desperate to have you come to me?” You shake your head, your eyes on him as he reaches into the glass container and pulls out a cotton swab. He holds it pinched between his fingers as he walks towards you. “You see, Kurono was so worried that he had gotten you pregnant.” His eyes flicker to your stomach where you instinctively cover it with your hands. “I was called to take care of the problem.” Shame burns through your body and he turns the swab in his hand, holding the end of the swab, the cotton pointed towards your lips. “Open your mouth.”

You listen. Your mouth parts, tongue peeking out and feeling much thicker than before. The swab reaches to the back of your throat, and it constricts, leaving you gagging, with tears springing to your eyes. Overhaul pulls out the swab, a strong of saliva connecting the swab back to your mouth.

“Disgusting,” he mutters, turning the swab over, pinching the cotton end of it between his fingers, watching in curiosity as it squishes between his touch. He turns to dispose of the swab, the trash can lid lifting up and the gloves along with the swab being tossed into the bin.

“Overhaul?” You call to him, your hands ripping the paper under you. “Am I?”

“No,” he states. “I could tell that much without a simple test.” He turns to you, walking close and standing at the side of the bed. “Now, lay down. I have to test something out.” You hesitate, staring at him with narrowed eyes. “It’s just one last test. After that, you can run to Kurono.” You listen, laying down on the bed, the cushion underneath you stiff. You stare up at the fluorescent light, only lasting moments before you have to look away with your vision bleary.

Your hands are held in his, cold hands touching cold wrists, and you let your eyes close, only to respond to the sound of velcro. Your eyes shoot open and you turn, witnessing as Overhaul straps you to the table. You rise to rest on your arm, legs kicking up.

“What the fuck-”

“It’s all standard procedure.” He grabs your other arm roughly, pulling you back down to your back until the other hand is wrapped in velcro. A cushion is grabbed from the top of the bed and placed under your head. He pulls a set of latex gloves from his coat pocket, letting one slip on. “Now-” he pulls the other one, the glove stretching from a milky white to a blended shade of his untarnished skin- “stay still. We wouldn’t want you getting hurt, would we?”

You swallow nervously, the velcro tight around your wrists, the harsher part of it pricking against your skin. “Overhaul, I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but-”

“You’ll figure it out soon enough,” he mumbles.

The paper thin gown has nothing on his brute strength, ripping it apart and revealing your body. You try to cover yourself, but forget that your arms are tired. Your legs kick upward in an attempt to push him away from you, to find just the littlest bit of opening for yourself. In the end, a harsh smack rings out in the room. Your tender flesh against your thigh stings, a sizable print of his hand is left in its wake as your legs falter and tears spring to your eyes.

There’s a stillness in the room as he comes close to you, the latex on his hands dragging against your skin and resting over the swell of your chest. He massages you slowly, pinching the fat under his hands, and running his fingers over your nipples watching in fascination as they harden under his touch.

It’s fascination. Pure, unfiltered fascination as he pinches your buds between his fingertips, pulling your teats up into the air as you let out a cry from the shock. He’s harsh, letting your breasts fall back as you hiss through your teeth. His head tilts and you’re reminded of a cat, watching with unblinking eyes. A hand comes up, pinching the front of his mask and removing it. In all your time here, you’ve never seen him without a mask and you hate that your first thought is how beautiful he is. Sharp feathers, a thin line of his lips as he gazes down on you. His face is bare, no hint of anything unsightly, no faded scars or blemishes and you’re jealous of him for having passed life without a scar as a reminder. You hate to say it, but he really is handsome.

“You’ve been a distraction to Kurono,” he states, while his hands are still toying with your breasts, kneading and massaging, the stimulation albeit light, but still stimulating. “It’s beginning to be a problem.” You glare up at the fluorescent lighting, willing yourself to drown out his noise and touch. Slowly, his hands leave your chest, rising upwards in a light touch, past your collarbone and resting on your neck. “What if he had gotten you pregnant? Do you think he would want to keep it? Would you?” You don’t answer with his hands on your neck, feeling every soft groove and dip of your body. “He wouldn’t. While he remains distracted with you, his deviation lies with me and the Shie Hassaikai. I’ve allowed him to toy with you but it is beginning to be an issue.” A hand curves around your throat, the other on your lips, his index and ring finger pulling them apart as you now stare at him in horror. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to kill you, but I have to admit that I am intrigued on why it’s you that he’s so focused on.” His two fingers push past your lips, resting on your tongue and sliding down to your throat. You gag, your throat constricting, tears welling in your eyes and body going rigid, as his fingers teeter on the back of your throat. “What a disgusting noise,” he muses, staring down at you, shifting in his place. He pulls his fingers out, spit dripping onto your chin and tears sliding down the side of your face.

You cough, trying to soothe yourself as he disappears from your line of sight. A hand is placed on your thigh, and you jump, already somewhat aware of what he’s planning to do, of what’s to come. The latex drags against your skin, rough and pulling without any proper lubrication. His two fingers coated in spit leaves a thin layer against the inside of your thigh. You plead quietly, shaking your head and trying to close your legs, but again you’re met with a harsh slap that leaves your skin tingling.

It’s a slow press to your entrance, nothing but a soft kiss of his fingertips against your hole, and even if it’s dry, your spit makes the perfect lubrication. You swallow his fingers, sucking him in deeper, your cunt clinging to his shape.

“Overhaul, stop,” you whine, trying to ignore the way that he moves his fingers in and out of you, curling them inside of you, reaching for something. “Please.” His fingers piston inside of you, curling and pushing deeper until he’s knuckle deep. Your toes curl, body reacting to all the rough stimuli that shocks and weaves through your body’s nervous system. You can feel the slow drool of your arousal seep out of your slit, squelching around him. “Over-” a moan breaks through your words and you have to steady yourself, taking a deep, ragged breath. “Overhaul, stop, I’m- fuck!” Your back arches and the walls of your cunt contract, tightening around him as flashes of heat spiral around in your body, tightening the knot in your stomach. You curse repeatedly, balling up your fists tightly. A part of you wonders if this is all pure curiosity on his part. You’d be surprised if he has had any partners in the past with his aversion to touch, but even then, this all seems so cold. The way he doesn’t stop his movement, the rough, sloppiness of it all as he tries to dig further into you. His fingers slowly remove themselves from you, and you’re left feeling empty, your hole fluttering and dripping arousal as your muscles try to relax. Your eyes are closed, sweat sticking to your body while he cleans his fingers on your thigh. The sound of his zipper has you opening your eyes.

A click is heard and you try to peer over to see what he’s doing, only to let out a sound of shock as something old drips and inserts itself inside of you. His cockhead presses against your slit, sheathing himself inside of you, letting himself take pleasure in how you whine under him, contracting around his cock and hugging him closer to you body. You can feel every bit of him as he pushes himself inside, the cold lubricant dripping down and squelching around as he fills you. There’s a moment of stillness from you both, him taking pleasure and you trying so desperately not to react. Overhaul lets out a sigh, his face relaxing for a moment as his hands grip your hips. You can feel him twitch inside of you, his cock aching for movement.

“Why?” You breathe out. It’s a dumb question. As far as you’ve been told, he can do whatever he wants. He’s a god to everyone else in this damn facility. Maybe a more suitable question would have been “why now?”

His skin slaps against yours, the sound sharp to your ears as he digs his nails into your side. “I’ve-” he takes a shaky gasp, and sweat has begun to bead at his forehead, sliding down the curve of his face and dripping to the center between his brows. “Kurono is many things, but he can’t keep his damn mouth shut.” He buries all of himself inside of you, and a tighter grip has you yelping in response and tightening around his cock for a moment. “It’s constant talk about how soft you are. How you have a great pair of tits.” As if to further prove his statement, he leans over and bites at a nipple, teeth hugged around the bud before releasing and licking the pain away. “How much he loves to fuck your pussy and how you beg for him to cum inside of you. Well-” a curse breaks his stride, and he keeps himself still in your, legs shaking and brows furrowed as something warm fills you. “Well, I just wanted to try it for myself. You’ll be a fun experiment. Something to see what all the fuss is about with your cunt.” He grins down at you and it’s predatory, scary and all teeth and threatening. His cock slides out halfway, the half still hugged by your velvety walls as a grip on your chin that forces you to look at him. “Now, why don’t you try to actually make yourself appealing and beg for my cock.”

You’re being fucked silly by the man above you, his pace ruthless and unforgiving, seeking his own high as he uses your body. But even with his high and mighty persona removed, you still fear him. You fear the power, the god-like status that he holds over the others. That he holds over Kurono. You swallow any bit of dignity left and let out a loose exhale, lips trembling as you try to make out the first word of whatever he wants to hear.

“I want you Overhaul,” you mewl out and even to your ears it sounds pathetic. The glare he sends to you has your muscles go tense. You have to find some ounce of attraction. Some reason to actually want this. To go behind Kurono’s back. Your eyes widen. The thought of Kurono and him going around fills you with a deeper shame. You suppose it’s just locker room talk but a part of you is hurt that he’d go around and tell others about something obviously intimate. Suddenly, this becomes more than just fighting for your life, but the slightest bit of revenge against Kurono. Anything to ease your mind into this. “Fuck me, Overhaul.” He slams himself inside of you, no real rhythm, but a hand toys with the pearl between your lips, pinching the pulsing bud between his fingers. “Please! Use my pussy to your liking! Fuck me better than Hari!” Your back arches, and your eyes roll to the back of your head, toes curling as your knees bent while you shake.

“Fuck,” he laughs, sweat dripping off the tip of his nose. “That’s what I wanna hear. Come on-” he gives a firm slap at a breast, pinching on until the color shifts under him and you’re squealing- “tell me how good it feels to be fucked by me.” A hand curls around your side, a pit falling to your stomach when you realize that his bare hand is against your skin. “Make it good.”

“You feel so good! My pussy is getting fucked!” Your eyes roll back and nails dig into your palms as you shake. You aren’t sure what to say. What do you say to Kurono? “Harder! Fuck me harder!” He listens and that surprises you. He slams into you with brute strength, hitting against your cervix and moving your body along with his. You babble out loud and at a certain point you stop, realizing that he’s clearly not listening, just simply fucking you. His hips rolling out and slamming against yours as he grabs your begs and keeps them bent, his movements unsteady with every moan. He goes fast, breaking whatever semblance of pace he had until it’s unrecognizable and he then slows to a stop, letting his cock rest inside of you.

Semen leaks out of him, filling you with a warmth that leaves you trembling. He holds himself steady, dripping sweat and the slightest bit of drool out of you. A part of you wonders if this was his first time. So sloppy and rough, clearly just using you to get off. To think he got to cream inside of you makes your face scrunch up.

With the sensation of getting fucked disappearing and the soreness returning to your body, shame fills you. No matter what, at the end of it, you pleaded for him. You wanted him and came around his cock. Hari could never want you back. He’d never forgive you and you could never forgive yourself. So what if he had told other people about your time with him, he wasn’t mean, he was nice and cheeky.

“I’m sure you can dress yourself.” The velcro tears in a ugly sound and you turn on your side, pulling your legs close to your torso, his seed leaking out of your hole. “If Kurono needs the paperwork, tell him to contact me, but as far as I’m aware, he didn’t impregnate you.” The heel of his shoes click in the room, followed by the turning of the door handle and finally, the deafening sound of the door closing behind him, clicking into place leaving you alone in a sterile room that smells like sex and disinfectant.