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Cuda creened his head over Ocelot's open shoulder wound. The glint of the silver needle sparkled like a diamond in the dark medical basement. The overhead lamp still recoiled pack and forth from the hurry in which it's chain was yanked on.
Ocelots body was sprawled out in an exam chair. His shirt was cut away revealing his pale skin and crimson smear of blood and deep red tissue
Barracuda worked diligently. Tieing off his latest stitch of four so far and leaning in to cut the cat gut with his teeth. His nose brushed close against Ocelot's cold skin. Smearing just a faint brush of blood on his cheek like whisper of lipstick.
"Don't understand why you don't iust use the sissors." Ocelot grumbled. His shoulder stung with a fire pain that seemed to spread the more Barracuda supposedly 'fixed' him. The bullet had only grazed him but it burned like a bitch.
Barracuda reclined back and looked down at Ocelot over the rim of his glasses. "... Sure, I'll just grab them with my other hand." Barracuda snapped back, tugging the stitch tight while he set up the next cat gut string. Ocelot rolled his eyes. Bastard managed to get a knick in on him. Still, he did plug one between his eyes in return.
"You're lucky it isn't too bad. Mostly superficial damage to the epithelial tissue and some connective tissue in your subcue. Barely even got your deltoid."
Oh well that's good." Ocelot snarked back, dripping with enough sarcasm to clog a pipe.
"Plus," Barracuda paused as he slowly pushed the crooked needle in his skin again. Piercing his skin with the tool and pulling the once white string through and staining it a bright blood red. "I told you it was a set up."
Ocelot tried to hide his wince as his face cringed. Feeling a burn push up his arm and cross over his neck. A thin veil of sweat broke out over his brow. "Save it Cuda. Just-HSSSsss! Fuck. Be careful!" Ocelot shouted as a bolt of fire blasted through his shoulder.
"I told you not to move!" Barracuda snapped back. Holding the needle taught. "Now, don't be such a kitten. I'm almost done." He smirked getting in his own jab at Ocelot's already wounded pride. "Just a few more stitches."
"How many more? You've been at this for over an hour." Ocelot griped, using his complaint to hide the little lip quiver that came with the pain.
"I'm taking my time...so you don't scar." Barracuda said as he started pulling the open wound closed. His eyes transfixed on watching the flesh smush together and squish out little dropplets of blood between the pieces of meat. "I want to keep you pretty, kitty."
Ocelot was a trained spy, expert liar, and master of his own body. But something about that word got to him. It dug into his brain like a pin and mixed up all his schemes. Poisoning his mind into some kind of pathetic mush. His cheeks flushed lightly, something he could have easily blamed on inflammation. "Just hurry up then."' Ocelot groaned trying to force his mind to ignore the now thudy knocks of pain pounding on his shoulder bone.
Barracuda wasn't watching the stitch anymore. His dark gaze was transfixed on Ocelot's red cheeks and blue icey eyes that were pin-pricked and glossy with the start of tears he was desperate to hold back. Barracuda's stoic grimace of annoyance twitched into a hint of a smirk as he raised his good hand up. The needle piched between two fingers in Ocelot's full view. "If you sass me more, I'll add another stitch." He threatened with a coat of a dare behind his words Somewhere in the back of his medical mind was a dark echo of his deeper desires whispering,
'𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦.'
Ocelot wasn't stupid, despite his current predicament. He knew what Barracuda was after. He could read the doctor like a book; and the words were all in bold. "You already said I need more, didn't you, Barracuda?" He purred out, adiusting his body weight iust enough so he could lean in further towards Barracuda. Maybe if he could turn the tables on him he could get away from this mess.
Barracuda's growing smirk crawled over his face. Ocelot was calling his bluff. Well, lucky him, he had an axe to grind and Ocelot was already in his chair. "I did... But.. Ocelot. Tell me, I can't remember exactly how many more I said you needed. Could you remind me?" Barracuda offered, giving Ocelot the rope to hang himself with.
Ocelot could feel the pull of the cat gut, peeling his skin away from his muscles below, dangling by a thread. His whole arm throbbed now in time with his pulse. Begging him to come to his senses. However, the voice pleading with his last shred of self preservation was quickly drowned out by his loud boom of sick sweet masochism.
"Two. You said two left." Ocelot found his voice and let it echo around the room and hang in the air between the two men.
"Two it is." Barracuda sang in agreement as he snapped back to work. His heart fluttered with excitement at Ocelot's agreement to play their sick little game. They each had their own give and take but tonight it was clearly Barracuda's turn. He immediately pulled his stool closer, the rickety wheels clattered along the wet concrete and over the floor drain. He leaned in against Ocelot, using the taller man's body to support his own weight, despite leaning on the very arm that was currently bleeding onto his white jacket.
Ocelot grit his teeth. Bracing for the incoming pain as Barracuda pressed his body against him. Commanding a new wave of electricity to burst through him. It was as if he was holding his arm to a hot stove and refusing to move until every nerve ending burned off.
'I'll be quick. Just sit still and be a good kitty for me." Barracuda cooed as he drove the needle back intc Ocelot's skin again, this time with as little regard as he could muster. This time wanting to draw out a scream.
Ocelot felt a rush of heat rattle down his spine at Barracuda's words and a second burst of pain blast his attention back up to his wound. The pain-pleasure whiplash pulled another whimper from his lips. "Mhn~!" He tried to hide his passion behind his clenched teeth but Barracuda had other plans.
"Oh tsk tsk, Kitttyyyyy~" he drew out his words, "You need to open your jaw. You'll chip a tooth if you clench like that."
Ocelot huffed trying to catch his breath between the poundina of his heartbeats. "Yeah? It's not exactly-Ah! Easy!" He arched his back with each centimeter Barracuda tugged out of his skin.
"Ah ah ah! Kitty, if you jump like that, you could tear your stitches and I'd have to start over again." He chided Ocelot like a child. Acting as if he didn't also know this man before him didn't have an ounce of morphine in his system.
"Cuda!" He gasped for air fighting to stay above the waves of agony. "Please!" Ocelot begged, for what he wasn't sure, but the torment clouded his mind and was already taking control.
"Mhm? Please what?" Barracuda asked ammused as he made the first knot. "What do you need?" He spoke low, knowing he was making Ocelot fight even harder. Wrestle his mind to the ground to manage a word through the brutal agony.
"Please..." Ocelot gasped out, his breathing heavy and what was left of his shirt was now soaked with sweat and blood.
"...harder." He smiled back up at his doctor.
"With pleasure~" Barracuda smiled wide, his teeth looked sharp and wicked in the dark shadows and his one swift movement ne yanked the threat taught. Sealing one of the two stitches closed.
Ocelot screamed. White hot fire sprayed through his nerves and peeled them apart like frying cabels. His vision went dark and blury for half a second or more and then came back. Barracuda was his sole focus and his face haloed by the single lamp above him. The rush of feeling his whole body convulse threw him into a milky haze. His mind was cloudy as he drifted into Barracuda's loving needle.
Barracuda watched his kitty sail into oblivion at his own hand. He knew just how bad he could make this hurt, and how comforted he could make him feel afterwards. His head swam with a drunken buzz at the very thrill of control. All the power drove him mad. He had to have him, here.
Now.
In this very chair.
Barracuda leaned in like before. Parting his lips and letting his hot breath ghost over Ocelot's skin. Cooling the drying blood and warming his skin. Ocelot looked so good like this, this powerful man brought so low at his malpractice. His handywork. He could practically hear his pulse rush through his ribcage even now. A twisted impulse flashed before him, he wanted to taste him. His mind tried to wrench back control from his sinking ship of logic but it was too late. His soft pink tongue slipped onto Ocelot's wounded shoulder. The tang of iron splashed on his tastebuds as he lapped at the thread, open skin, and messy blood.
Gasping, Ocelot felt his chest arch up on it's own in response to Barracuda truly giving in. His tongue felt so wet, so soft when compared to the painful sting that had his body in a vice. It was his only source of soothing comfort and he couldn't help himself but to lean into it. Letting his head fall back and a moan lazily hang from his mouth. "Cudahhh~" he gasped
"Mhmh~ kitty~" Barracuda murmered his own plavful moan into the crook of his neck. Fully letting himself be overcome with his bloody lust as his tongue leisurely grazed over his wounded shoulder. He flicked the tip of his soft velvety tongue agaisnt the seam of stitches. Feeling each bump of each stitch decorating Ocelot's shoulder. His heart pounded in his chest in time with his kitty's as he brought his teeth in close. Nipping at his skin, his blood, at his stitches. Each bite drawing a new pained groan from Ocelot that mixed beautifully with a pleasure's moan.
"Cuda~Cuda~Cud-Ah!" He yelped as a new sudden burst of torment made itself known into his skin. Cuda had stuck him again, but as he turned to see the blood spilling from his shoulder and trickling down his arm, he saw a needle much larger than the one Barracuda had been using before.
"What? You fuck!" His pleasurable pain turned on it's side to anger. "You said you'd try to prevent a scar!"
"Oh boo hoo, your delicate image." Barracuda quickly belittled Ocelot's concern. "That was before you begged ne to give you an extra. This one's for me." He growled through bloody teeth and a crimson smear across his smiling cheeks.
"Bahara-Barracuda! Wait!" Ocelot tried to protest. his mind racing to figure out some clever lie to get Barracuda to stop.
"...yes Kitty? What is it now?" Barracuda hesitated but paused shoving a 14 gage needle half-way through Ocelot's skin. The damn thing looked like a fish hook it was so wide.
Ocelot was shaking, his breath ragged and fists clenched the armrests. Again his masochism was overriding any control he had. His head pounded, his heart raced, and his desperation overwhelmed every sense."...when you do it.. kiss me." He confessed.
Barracuda paused. He raised his eyebrows up in genuine suprise at Ocelot's latest request. But quickly he softened his expression, feigning a bedside manner. "Oh, oh my pretty kitty~" Barracuda cooed as he drove the needle in at a snails pace. "Of course I will." He spoke. his lips pressed sweet and softly against Ocelot's. Letting the taste of blood fill the tension between them. "I want you to enjoy this too." He embraced his Ocelot's in a needy passion. Lips sliding past eachother. Teeth nipping in a petty attempt at revenge. Ocelot's tonque slid over Cuda's lips begging to be allowed in, already getting a lick of blood. Barracuda pulled back only a hair enough of a length to speak.
"Tell me kitty, do you like the taste of your own blood?" And with that Barracuda opened his mouth and Ocelot dove in. His tonque lashing to explore his doctor's mouth. Barracuda's tongue doing the same in a sinful corruption. The prominent flavor of iron did nothing to dissuade either man from their love of violence, gore, and eachother. Eagerly they fought for dominance. Ocelot's claws dug into Barracuda's back, digging well into his flesh despite the coat in the way. Barracuda returned the favor with his hand gripping Ocelot's jaw tight and spreading the blood and spit even further on their faces. Barracuda felt his weight leave his stool and plant his hips firmly on Ocelot's lap, fully straddling him how. A burning heat welded them together as Barracuda rutted into his kitty with his hips and kissed along his jaw, reveling in Ocelot's painful scruff.
Ocelot clawed up inch by inch along Barracuda's back, finally planting his talons into his lover's scalp and pulling on his hair.
"AH! D-damn you." Barracuda gasped in his own pain and winced. He had barely caught his breath before Ocelot pulled again. The forgotten needle hanging from his shoulder by a pathetic string swaying back and forth. All the pain he would ignore just to get his burning revenge on his sweet doctor.
"Tie me off Cuda, now. I can't take much more." Ocelot managed out through labored breathing and shaking hands. Even Barracuda knew he wasn't talking about the pain.
Ocelot bucked his hips up into Cuda's. Drawing out sweet moans from him as he felt Ocelot's hard cock pressing through his pants and into his own. The heat was already a raging inferno. Barracuda pathetically ground his hips hard into Ocelot's as he arched his back and leaned forward. Pressing his chest against the blonde man's and reaching out for the thread. Their hearts pounded against one another. The smell of blood and sex filled the room like a haze. Barracuda fumbled as he pulled the needle back up till it was firmly in his grasp again.
"Ready?" Barracuda panted out in a breathy word. His hazel eyes locked with Ocelot's blues.
"Do it."
Barracuda's hips moved on their own and ground down in one large dramatic motion as he shoved the needle back in again. Pain ignighted his nervous system and Ocelot's cock pushed against seam of his pants. Barracuda could feel him straining through the fabric as well as the leaking of a shared wet spot growing between them as their desperation grew.
Panting hard Barracuda didn't slow a moment. He worked with expert hands pulling the last of the stitch closed ensuring the skin was pulled taught. Between strangled pained cries and pitiful moans Ocelot bucked his hips up to meet Cuda's. Barracuda dove down to the stitch, teeth clamping down on the thread as Ocelot dug his nails hard into Barracuda's hips. Practically manhandling the smaller man like a toy onto his leaking cock.
Finally, Barracuda found purchase on the thread and bit down hard snapping it off with a sharp 'Thwap!' He wretched backward looking down on Ocelot, his hair messed and face sharing the same red color as the pooling blood between the two men. "There, done." He gasped. His chest rising and falling hard with heaving breath.
"Not yet." Ocelot countered yanking Barracuda down back onto his needy cock, driving their groins together.
"Ocelot! My pants ~!" He falsely argued in response keeping up his displeased appearances for no one but God at this point.
"I know, but you look so good when you're a mess Cuda. C'mon, unravel for me. Let your kitty make you feel good." Ocelot's words purred out and hummed into Cuda's ears laying a thick blanket of hazey lust over any rational thought he could have.
Barracuda was breathing hard, his pants now soaked in the front and his hair hung in his face. Sticking to his sweat covered brow. "Oce-ocelot! Kitty! Ah! K-kitty! Please!" It was his turn to beg now as he desperately humped against the strong bulge in Ocelot's pants. Rubbing his own cock against it for any sense of pleasure.
"You can do it Cuda. You stitched ..me back up...now.. let me pull you apart.'" Ocelot purred beautiful temptations through his breathy moans.
It was all too much for Barracuda to bare. Even without feeling his cock, without Barracuda being able to touch himself, he was already shaking. This once carefully constructed doctor was unfurlling at Ocelot's hand. All he had to do was pull on the right string and he'd unravel completely. "Ocelot! Oce-please! I'm close! Im-gonn-Ah!" Barracuda's words were choppy and his moans breathy. His cock sparked a pleasure after every desperate thrust on the harsh seam of Ocelot's pants. His spine coiled up like a spring ready to snap. He didnt care anymore, he was chasing his orgasim with reckless abandon.
Ocelot took one bloodied hand and grabbed a fistful of Barracuda's hair and the other hand wrapped around his hips. He pounded his hips into Barracuda's, milking every fraction of friction he could get between them. "Please Cuda. Let your kitty show you how grateful he is for your care." Ocelot's voice echoed in Barracuda's mind.
Submerging him under the crashing waves of pleasure. Barracuda's body shook with a lustfilled mindlessness. Sparks shot like lightning across his whole body and collected in his mind drowing a toxic sludge of sex over any conscious thought he might have. His back arched as he came hard into his pants and ontop of Ocelot's. Soaking them both in his cum.
Ocelot didn't let up as he gave more pained thrusts into Barracuda's crotch, smearing blood and cum as he did until he too felt a rocket of pleasure grip him by the scruff and pinned him down His claws dug nasty cresent moon shapes into Barracuda's soft flesh as he came with his lover sharing in their delighted debauchery.
The two men collapsed back onto the examination chair. Barracuda laying firmly on Ocelot's chest and Ocelot collapsed backward letting the chair hold their weight together with a creak of metal.
Silence hung around them peacefully as the two floated together in a blood fueled bliss. Ocelot retracted his claws out of Barracuda's back, drawing a pleasant sigh of relief from his lips. Cuda himself was nuzzled against his kitty's cheek feeling blood dry and grow sticky and uncomfortable. He bushed aside his growing mental plea to clean up and leaned over, shifting his weight slightly to check Ocelot's wound.
"Howsitlook?" Ocelot slurred out, eyes still closed in pleasure.
"Hm... Everything is still intact... Miraculously. Not a single stitch split." Barracuda reported.
"Damn, I was kind of hoping for round two. Well, I had a very good doctor so I'm not suprised they held." Ocelot smirked cracking one eye open at Barracuda, who rolled his own.
"You're a freak." Barracuda chipped with a weak insult laying back down on his kitten's warm pillowy chest.
"Takes one to know one." Ocelot murmered. "C'mon Cuda, we gotta get clean. It's starting t'a stick." He said while making no move to get up.
"In a minute. Just... Let me enjoy my handywork." Cuda ran his fingers over the stitches carefully. Counting one extra than normal.