Wow, you guys are awesome! I love these prompts. Some of them are twisting my head all the wrong way round trying to figure out how to pull them off, but I'll see what I can do. I don't do silly very well, though; if you prompted for silliness, expect dark, dark, angsty fic instead. Sorry. Also, I can't promise all of the drabbles will be straight up porn; Medic lives in my headspace and faps to Pernkopf's Atlas der Anatomie des Menschen, so please stop me when my stuff starts sounding like something out of British Medical Journal. Additional prompts are still welcome; I'm trying to complete them in a somewhat chronological order, but if something catches my eye I'll jump on that. This is for fun, after all! And speaking of, since I had a couple of hours off between lectures today and wanted a quick messy piece with no need for research, I took a prompt and pretended I could do with it whatever I liked (sorry, anon). So. Have some random pharmacology porn! (Q: How do you make Scout beg for it? A: Make him addicted to it. Easy!) ----- 14 Creeper!medic and scout, for a kink idea: begging. "Uh, doc?" The words were soft, little more than hoarse whispers, but in the night-time quiet of the empty infirmary Medic heard them clearly enough; in truth, had been expecting them and prepared accordingly, a blood-tipped syringe still nestled between three fingers as he pressed a wad of cotton to the crook of his elbow. Scout stood at the door, eyes narrowed against the sharp light reflected off spotless white-glazed tiles and gleaming metal surfaces. He was shivering, Medic noticed, pale and hollow-eyed under the glare of the surgical lamps. "Ja, Scout?" Rolling down his sleeve, Medic flicked the used needle into a yellow sharps container. The infirmary door was heavy, thick bullet-resistant metal layered over a hardwood core, and it made him smile to see how the young man was clinging to it for support, one hand white-fisted from the effort of gripping the handle, the other hand squeezing the first to keep it from slipping, too weak to hold on by itself. It had been a week since Scout's last late-night visit and they were both feeling the craving. "Doc." Scout swallowed and coughed, mouth dry. "Doc, fuck, I need it. Please, I need it." "Of course." Medic tested the nearest gurney, toeing the wheel-locks before taking a seat on the edge of the thin mattress. Scout was unsteady, legs weak and wobbly as he approached, and Medic wondered if the realisation that he was shaking too badly to run had been the last little push that had finally made him succumb this time. Stumbling, Scout caught himself against Medic's arm, and the doctor supported him carefully, keeping a gentle guiding hand on his shoulder as he crouched awkwardly in front of the older man, trembling fingers fumbling desperately with the doctor's belt. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Scout cursed, almost crying, gnawed nails slipping ineffectively on the burnished brass buckle. "Please. Please!" It was a whimpered plea, raw with despair and desperate need. Taking pity on him, Medic undid the belt himself, unzipping his pants with Scout's hot breath washing over his fingers, lips and tongue already wet against the back of his hand before he'd even freed his stiffening cock. Scout engulfed it gratefully, eyes slipping closed in relief as his mouth worked, hands gripping Medic's thighs almost hard enough to bruise as Medic's hand came around to cradle the back of his head. Medic reflected idly, to the sound of Scout's wet slurping, that his opposite on the other team really didn't understand the finer subtleties of medicine at all. Hacking and slashing in sadistic glee had its high points, as any anatomical aficionado could readily appreciate, but the true art was in subtle pharmacological manipulation, making them want it, crave it, even as they hated it. He wondered if Scout had realised his duplicity by now, or if the young man actually believed himself a homosexual desperate for another man's penis inside his body, another man's semen in his mouth. Had he gone to other teammates, weak from withdrawal, and left with nothing but a foul aftertaste on his tongue? Did he think he was in love with Medic, craving his cock, sucking him off with such unrestrained single-mindedness out of genuine affection? Medic chuckled, feeling a little lightheaded from the injection and Scout's tongue on his testicles, a giddy buzz making his palms tingle and cock throb, but the effect was subdued, muted, a fraction of the drug's full potential. A quirk of nature, a random mutation, had left him immune to the opioid's effect, a slow metaboliser incapable of transforming the potent prodrug into its psychoactive form. Dosages that would have killed any other man barely numbed him, bypassing renal clearance completely to accumulate in his blood, excreted unaltered through sweat and spit and seminal fluids. The first time he'd had to anaesthetise and secure the Scout, heavy padded-leather straps tying down his wrists and ankles, compressing his abdomen. Scout had cursed, spit, kicked, snapped his teeth like a rabid animal, called him sick and perverted and fucker and then just yelled at the top of his lungs as Medic matter-of-factly masturbated himself to completion, inserted a metal spatula between Scout's teeth, and pressed his cum-stained fingers underneath the young man's tongue. Scout had retched from the taste and the knowledge of the source, shaking wildly in his restrains, but Medic had wedged a digit on each side of his lingual frenulum and the thumb in the soft spot under his jaw and held on tightly until Scout's movements had slowed, pupils dilating and rolling back in his head as the semen-borne substance entered his bloodstream. With no genetic safeguard against the compound, Scout had spent the happiest hour of his life strapped down on that gurney, crying from bliss with Medic's cum in his mouth, and then come crashing down into a hell of pain, shakes, explosive vomiting that left him screaming in agony, until Medic had caressed his cheek, gently freed his limbs and wiped the thick robes of spit and snot from his chin, and asked, with a soft smile, "Again?" And Scout had reached out with shaking hands, face contorted in disgust, and whispered, "please!". He had learned fast, Medic had to admire that. How to make it good and draw it out to maximise the quantity of ejaculate, how to pool the hot cum in his mouth afterwards, absorbing its content of chemicals sublingually before swallowing. Eventually, though, that hadn't been enough, habituation dulling the rush, and he'd started begging for more. "Please." Scout's vocabulary seemed diminished to this single word, murmured throatily around Medic's cock. The precum had stopped him shaking uncontrollably, taken the edge off, and he slowed, making Medic buck against his face reflexively before controlling himself. "Ja, Scout?" Medic's voice was thick with desire, his breath coming in harsh gasps, and he knew he was fraying, losing control, but it twisted something inside him so pleasurably to hear Scout begging for this, begging for him, like he would die if Medic denied him. Possibly, he would. "Please," Scout croaked, revulsion and desperation straining his voice, "I need it. Please, I need it. Up my ass. I need you-" Medic helped him stand and undo his belt, sliding back on the gurney to make room for Scout's knees on either side of his hips. Scout kicked off his shoes and pants gracelessly, the cool air in the infirmary making his skin pimple with goosebumps. Scout wanted this, Scout begged for this; Medic handed him the thin metallic tube with medical lubricant so he could watch as Scout applied it messily, hurriedly, avoiding the older man's gaze as he climbed up and then sank down on his cock with a soft hiss of discomfort. Scout fucked desperately, with no real grace or finesse. His goal was to get Medic off as fast as possible, bouncing on his lap, clenching his muscles around the painfully hard intrusion. They both knew there was no pleasure in it for him, only an eventual dulling of the ache as his body adapted to the short, sharp thrusts. Medic held him, balanced him, fucked him while Scout begged ceaselessly, please, please, please, for this to be over, for the hurt to stop and the rush of Medic's orgasm to flood his system with the burning pleasure of the drug. Sublingual administration was insufficient, Medic knew and Scout had learned; he craved the maximum effect of the drug on his system, the full elimination of first-pass metabolism granted only by rectal supposition, and Medic bit back a sharp cry as he came powerfully inside Scout's lithe, tight body, arms wrapped around him securely, holding him close. "F-fucking finally." Scout moaned, and slumped in his arms. ----- Okay, technically this is a bit longer than a true drabble, but I'm off to my evening classes now, so enjoy as is. I hope the quality is acceptable for the chan (please don't hurt me)! More to come!