You'll get down on your motherfucking knees

[relaxfriend]

Day: 34 (Yeah, so it's backdated)
Characters: Gary Smith [relaxfriend ], Paul Morlock [andgettingworse ], Orochimaru [drbadtouch ]
Summary: Therapy for the Once and Future Doctor. Paul and Gary are equal opportunity
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Day
Status: Incomplete

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[andgettingworse]

"Shut up, Gary," came the reply, almost automatically. It had become a set phrase long ago, whether or not Paul was actually listening to what Gary was saying. When Gary talked, he talked too much, and as it was, Paul was hardly ever lucky enough for Gary not to talk.

And the laugh. Damn, the laugh. If there was anything more annoying in the world, Paul hadn't come across it yet. And suddenly, his fingers were twitching for an icepick. Maybe one day, he could just nail Gary's stupid, tireless tongue to their wall, or something like that - or take out his brain, alternatively.

But who was he kidding? He was looking forward to this therapy as much as Gary was, but unlike for Gary, in his case that anticipation showed in the numb, unfaltering grin on his face and the somewhat absent, fixed stare of his eyes. He liked Orochimaru. Liked him maybe as much as he could like a person here. The doc had helped him, had paved his way whenever possible, had fixed his wounds before, and had appreciated the amounts of talent that Paul damn well knew he possessed and that a crazed idiot like Mayuri wouldn't admit to. And that was exactly why messing with the good doc would be a damn good time.

Ignoring Gary's far too obvious excitement, at least as much as he could, Paul concentrated on the premise while playing with the restraints on the surgery table. There wasn't probably going to be a chance to use this, or at least he for once didn't want to go this far so quickly - he wanted to enjoy Orochimaru's breaking slowly. But still, he wondered what the doctor would feel like if he was strapped down on this table for once. And at that thought, he wondered where the hell the security guards he had sent to fetch Orochimaru were. Those stupid security goons took way more time to get their work done than he liked, as usual.

"Hey Gary," he asked suddenly, without even looking, his voice almost sweet with malicious curiosity. "So how's it feel to do that to your boss?"