Full Physical
“He’s in the basement,” the owner of Konnou-ya says, peering at Raidou in concern. “You — are you all right? I would hate to see anything happen to my best customer.”
Raidou smiles, as best he can with his lip swollen like this, and promises that he’ll be fine. He’s fairly certain it’s true. Victor’s never let him down before.
He limps down the stairs to the basement, leaning heavily on the railing. It’s hard work, living up to the name of Raidou Kuzunoha. He aches all over, and he can taste blood, and –
“Good heavens,” Victor says, pulling off his goggles, squinting at Raidou. “You’ve certainly had a rough day, haven’t you?”
Raidou shrugs. He’s not quite up for another smile.
“Your demons, too, I’d imagine,” Victor says. He shakes his head, but he’s not doing a good job of acting dismayed, not really. He beckons with both hands. “Well, bring them over here, then. Let’s see what we can do to patch you all back up.”
Raidou lurches over, his steps heavy. He’s not looking forward to trying to get up on the table.
Victor watches him, making little tut-tut noises and studying his movements. “Well, then,” he says, “I suppose you’d best give your confinement tubes to me, and then I’ll set them up for treatment while you get undressed.”
Oh. One of those times. Raidou hates it when there’s a full physical go with his treatment, but he supposes that with the rotten shape he’s in right now, it’s kind of hard to avoid. He takes his tubes out of their harness and hands them over carefully, glass and metal clinking together.
“Good, good,” Victor mutters, laying the tubes out on the table as Raidou fumbles with the clasps of his cape. “You have a new arrival, I see. I’ll have to record this one for you once they’re all feeling better.”
Raidou grunts in agreement; he doesn’t really need to say much to have a conversation with Victor. The man’s more than happy to keep talking whether or not he gets real answers. Right now just getting out of his coat without making any of his aches and bruises worse is effort enough for Raidou.
Victor hums to himself, off-key and sort of horrible, as he picks up each tube in turn and injects them with something silvery and glowing. Raidou works on getting out of his clothes. He should be folding his uniform, but he’s just not up to it. Let Victor patch him up first — he can always iron it later.
“Up you go, then,” Victor says, smiling in a way that’s probably supposed to be reassuring. Raidou doesn’t feel all that much better. Maybe because Victor’s still carrying the syringe full of glowing stuff.
Still, he gets up on the table, wincing when that makes something in his ribcage feel really awful. He presses a hand to the spot, gingerly, hoping that the stuff Victor’s brandishing has a really good painkiller in it.
“What did you go and tangle with?” Victor asks, inspecting Raidou’s cuts and bruises. He shakes his head. “Hold still, now, this should only hurt for a second.” He pushes the needle into the muscle of Raidou’s shoulder, and depresses the plunger. The stuff in the syringe feels cold, oozing into his flesh, and it’s not until the syringe is almost empty that Victor goes on, “This is a new formula, you know. It should be considerably more potent than you’re used to.”
Raidou opens his mouth to protest — Victor’s using him for an experiment? — but all that comes out of his mouth is a slurred noise, before black and red cloud in around the edges of his vision and there’s roaring in his ears and then nothing at all.
The next thing he’s aware of is touch. Something cool and too smooth, moving on his skin. He doesn’t hurt anymore, at least, which is nice, but that feels…pretty weird, all the same. A demon, maybe, or — no. Victor’s heavy rubber gloves, sliding over his chest, over his stomach, following the lines of his hipbones. Maybe, he tells himself, Victor is just checking him over, making sure he healed up okay.
Or maybe not. Victor’s hands slide between his thighs, easing them apart. Raidou wonders what he should do, if he should be fighting this or at least asking what the hell Victor thinks he’s doing. Only he still feels so sluggish, his limbs heavy, sensations foggy and distant.
He still can’t help a little incoherent noise when Victor touches him between his legs with something cold and wet.
“Ssshh,” Victor breathes, and doesn’t move for a moment. “No need for you to wake, is there?”
The stuff in that syringe, Raidou thinks, must have been intended to knock him out. He doesn’t move. He needs Victor’s help to fuse his demons, and he needs to fuse his demons to be effective in the field, and he needs to be effective if he wants to –
Victor pushes, slowly, and Raidou loses his train of thought. This is too much to allow, it’s too creepy, it’s — Victor’s got something inside him, a gloved finger or — or god knows what, he’s not even sure. He feels weirdly full, too aware of the touch. He can tell how much there shouldn’t be anything there. But it doesn’t hurt, just feels odd, pressure and heaviness.
He’s starting to hope that he’s misjudged Victor’s intentions, that it’s just a physical examination after all, when Victor takes hold of his cock. It takes a lot of effort, at that point, to hold still. He’s not even sure he’s supposed to hold still — with Victor touching him like this, shouldn’t he be responding, one way or another?
“There you go,” Victor breathes, when Raidou’s body starts responding without him. “Just like that. So very pretty, just like that.”
All of his movements are careful, controlled, but he’s rocking both hands now, as Raidou hardens at his touch. It’s unnerving, being touched like this. Raidou’s not sure which part is creepier, the way Victor’s glove curls around his cock almost-but-not-really comfortingly, or the way Victor’s other hand is rocking carefully inside him.
And then something Victor does, he’s not even sure which part, makes a shudder roll through him slow and hard. Victor makes a little noise of pleasure that makes Raidou’s skin crawl, and touches him like that again.
Heat flushes along Raidou’s skin, and he starts to tense up despite himself as Victor keeps moving, methodical and relentless. He’s not sure how Victor can believe he’s still unconscious for this, unless the drugs that Victor uses are designed for really nefarious purposes. And if that’s the case, then — that means it’s possible that Victor’s done things like this to him before, when he’s been here trying to sleep off the effects of a bad day on a case, with a vial of one of Victor’s potions to help him rest –
And he doesn’t want it to be, oh god does he ever, but it’s that thought that puts him over the edge and makes a tiny whimpering noise escape his throat as he spills over Victor’s gloved hand and his own stomach. It’s a weird come, not entirely satisfying, too muted by the drugs and the circumstances, too focused in the wrong places by the ways Victor’s touching him. He feels unsettled and sort of gross, instead of relaxed like he usually does after he takes care of himself.
“Very nice,” Victor murmurs, releasing him, both hands drawing back carefully. He sounds so pleased with himself. Raidou holds down a shudder with an effort, listening to the way Victor moves around. He feels like the haze in his head might be starting to clear, at least. Like maybe in a few minutes his arms and legs will do what he tells them without any problems.
Victor starts humming again as he sponges Raidou’s belly clean, and drapes a sheet over him. Raidou lies still, listening to Victor moving around, listening to the hammering of his heart as it slows. He’s going to have to change his habits, he decides. Get Leanan Sidhe to patch him up, or Oukuninushi, even.
Because he can bring his demons here for healing, maybe, but he’s not going to lie down on this table again. No way.
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