Loosening Up
Rating: R
Fandom: Marvel Universe
Characters: Wong, Dr. Strange, Cyclops
Warnings: Implied sex
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Dr. Strange is turning Wong into an expert.
Doctor Strange always thought it was funny that people came to him when they thought they needed magic, when all they really needed was a swift kick to the ass, or the removal of an object from various orifices, in the metaphorical sense, at least.
Mr. Summers Arrived on his doorstep with just that last problem. Only, instead of just the metaphorical sense, he had a very real problem, as well.
"Wong, fetch the tongs," he called.
Wong hurried off to do his bidding.
Mr. Summers sat with a suspiciously stiletto-looking thing in his ear, and a very, very large stick up his ass.
"Did you have a fight with Miss Frost?" Dr. Strange asked, as respectfully as he possibly could.
"Don’t ask questions and I won’t have to kill you."
Strange chuckled. Wong returned with the tongs.
"Will you have a problem with Mr. Summers’ ear?" he asked.
"No, Master," Wong replied.
"Excellent. I will be in the study when you are done, for the removal of the stick from his ass."
Mr. Summers gave him a distinctly miffed look and Dr. Strange retired to the study.
*
"If Dr. Strange says you have follow up, he is usually right," Wong informed Mr. Summers before shoving him into the room. Whatever it took.
"What do you want?" Mr. Summers asked, expecting a price.
"I do not usually ask for payment," he reminded the headmaster. "And, even if I did, you do not seem to be pleased with Wong’s removal of Miss Frost’s heel from the side of your head."
"I’m delighted with it. Anything else?"
Dr. Strange smiled enigmatically.
"Do loosen up, Mr. Summers."
"I am loose. I’m so loose, you could tie me to the leg of the desk."
Mr. Summers did not realize that this was the most distinctly incorrect answer he could have given.
*
Mr. Summers left several hours later.
"Doctor, will you require cleaning supplies?" Wong asked.
"No, Wong. Thank you, though."
Mr. Summers had been right about one thing: he could be tied to the desk. His looseness was another matter altogether, though.
Fandom: Marvel Universe
Characters: Wong, Dr. Strange, Cyclops
Warnings: Implied sex
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Dr. Strange is turning Wong into an expert.
Doctor Strange always thought it was funny that people came to him when they thought they needed magic, when all they really needed was a swift kick to the ass, or the removal of an object from various orifices, in the metaphorical sense, at least.
Mr. Summers Arrived on his doorstep with just that last problem. Only, instead of just the metaphorical sense, he had a very real problem, as well.
"Wong, fetch the tongs," he called.
Wong hurried off to do his bidding.
Mr. Summers sat with a suspiciously stiletto-looking thing in his ear, and a very, very large stick up his ass.
"Did you have a fight with Miss Frost?" Dr. Strange asked, as respectfully as he possibly could.
"Don’t ask questions and I won’t have to kill you."
Strange chuckled. Wong returned with the tongs.
"Will you have a problem with Mr. Summers’ ear?" he asked.
"No, Master," Wong replied.
"Excellent. I will be in the study when you are done, for the removal of the stick from his ass."
Mr. Summers gave him a distinctly miffed look and Dr. Strange retired to the study.
*
"If Dr. Strange says you have follow up, he is usually right," Wong informed Mr. Summers before shoving him into the room. Whatever it took.
"What do you want?" Mr. Summers asked, expecting a price.
"I do not usually ask for payment," he reminded the headmaster. "And, even if I did, you do not seem to be pleased with Wong’s removal of Miss Frost’s heel from the side of your head."
"I’m delighted with it. Anything else?"
Dr. Strange smiled enigmatically.
"Do loosen up, Mr. Summers."
"I am loose. I’m so loose, you could tie me to the leg of the desk."
Mr. Summers did not realize that this was the most distinctly incorrect answer he could have given.
*
Mr. Summers left several hours later.
"Doctor, will you require cleaning supplies?" Wong asked.
"No, Wong. Thank you, though."
Mr. Summers had been right about one thing: he could be tied to the desk. His looseness was another matter altogether, though.