Tongues and Teeth - SpiritStein
Stein gives Spirit a little oral exam.
(this fic can also be found on ao3)
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āCome here, Spirit.ā
āHuh?ā the redhead tilted his head curiously, approaching Stein, who sat at his desk. āFor what?ā
For how long Spirit had known the mad doctor, and for how many experiments the man had inflicted on him, his self preservation skills were nonexistent in the presence of his former meister.
āHere,ā Stein spun around in his chair, patting his leg, signaling for Spirit to sit, āI think you need a check up on those teeth of yours.ā
āEhhā¦ā despite the dread forming in his gut, his legs disobeyed that feeling, carrying him closer to his old friend, āSays who?ā
āSays your doctor,ā the corner of his lips curled into a familiar smirk as Spirit obediently sat himself in his lap, the desk chair squeaking under their combined weight. āYouāre overdue, in my opinion.ā
āYāknow, I have to question if youāre even a real doctor,ā Spirit sat rigidly, face growing red as Steinās arms encircled his waist, holding him close, his chin resting on Spiritās chest, looking up at him. A mouse caught in a trap. āIāve never even seen any credentialsā¦ And if itās my teeth youāre worried about, Iād rather see a dentistā¦ā
āDonāt worry about that,ā Stein droned, his hand cupping the otherās jaw, making Spirit flinch. āBe good and open up. Let me see.ā
Spirit stared him down, squinting, but saying nothing, only wearing a flustered look on his face as Stein kept a grip on him, sweat forming at his temples.
No way heād open his mouth for Stein to doā¦ god knows what, and to such a sensitive area, too. What was he going to do? Pull out a few teeth? Cut out his tongue? Make a few incisions in his gums? Take a sample of his blood? Nope. Spirit would not give in, he would not allow Stein access to his body again, no matter how hard Stein tried to intimidate him.
Stein met his stare, expression blank besides a slight raise of his brows. He held Spirit's nervous gaze, eyes unblinking and void of any light, patiently waiting for his weapon to obey him.
Spirit swallowed, squirming slightly under those cold, calculating eyes. Deep, dark green, beautiful in the light, but terrifying when they were hunting you down.
Donāt give in. Donāt give in. He doesnāt control you, not anymore. Youāre not asleep this time, you have a choice, he canāt do whatever he wants to your body anymore. Get out of his lap, refuse his sick desires. Youāre a death scythe now, he doesnāt own you. He doesnāt control you. He doesnāt control you.
Spirit whined in defeat before slowly parting his lips.
āThatās a good boy,ā Stein smirked again, those same terrifying eyes lighting up with desire, thumb tracing over Spiritās bottom lip, then the top one, stretching the skin to reveal his front teeth. Spiritās lips were so soft, so pink; he was nice and healthy and hydrated. āThatās very good, Spirit.ā
āDonāt talk like thatā mmnāā
He sputtered, cut off by Steinās pointer and middle fingers suddenly invading his mouth, digits enveloped by the sweet heat of his opening, but Spirit kept his lips wrapped around them, refusing to open any wider.
āCome now, Spirit,ā the doctor cooed, tightening his grip on Spiritās chin, pulling down on it, forcing it open, eliciting a whine of protest from the man. That was alright, Stein enjoyed when Spirit was a bit feisty. Where was the fun if your prey didnāt fight back a little? āDonāt be shy.ā
āThith ith thtupid,ā Spirit attempted to speak around the fingers in his mouth, though he had little success. His hand gripped Steinās wrist, digging in his nails to keep him from fingering the back of his throat. āYhouāre a fhreak.ā
āItās rude to talk with your mouth full,ā Steinās fingers pet his tongue, causing a red flush to bloom across Spiritās cheeks, unable to make eye contact with the hungry gaze of his meister, āNow, be quiet.ā
The command was spoken gently, but with intention, so Spirit obeyed, begrudgingly silencing himself, taking the probing of his mouth obediently, even as Steinās free hand painfully dug into his jaw, keeping him still.
Starting with Spiritās back molars, he traced the grooves they naturally formed, feeling each and every one with a concentrated attention, his eyes dark, fixated on nothing but the the feeling of the teeth under his touch. His teeth. Spiritās teeth.
Skilled fingers smoothed over the death scytheās front teeth now, becoming enamoured with a canine for a moment, before moving on. Stein hummed absentmindedly, smiling slowly, lost in the fantasy of whatever was cooking up in that sick little mind of his.
Spirit shuddered under the otherās hold, under that deep concentration, fearing whatever it was Stein was thinking, his tongue following those fingers as they traced each and every little node that made a home in his mouth. Maybe a reflex, maybe want for something more.
āYou have beautiful teeth, Spirit,ā the doctor purred, voice taking on a lower,Ā almost loving tone, definitely a tone of endearment that made Spiritās stomach turn. He swallowed, knowing Stein was growing excited, his past experiences teaching him that that was never a good sign. āGorgeous. Perfect. Just like the rest of your body. I shouldāve known.ā
Spirit grew hot, body starting to tremble, a groan leaking from his throat at the praise. He started to drool with his mouth being held open for so long, a stream of spit running down his chin.
āI like this one especially,ā Stein ran a finger along Spiritās canine, on the right side. āIt has a pleasant curve to it.ā
God, heās weird, Spirit thought, Who gets off on teeth, anyways? He could feel his pants becoming uncomfortably tight, his hips shifting in Stein's lap.
āI wonder how much you would bleed if I pulled this one out?ā Stein mused, tugging slightly on one of Spiritās molars, gaining another groan from the other man. āHow much resistance would it put up? Would it be easier to remove with my hand or a tool? I think I have a pair of pliers lying around somewhere.ā
The tug on his tooth, combined with Steinās haunting statement, made Spirit perk up in alarm, his lips closing again, teeth biting down on the digits invading his mouth, his head shaking and trying to pull away, but Steinās hard grip on him kept him held in place. Stein only chuckled at the man wiggling in his lap. He was so cute when he was scared.
āNow, now, Spirit,ā the grin splitting open his face was full of affectionate malice, alarm bells ringing in Spiritās head at the expression, his shirt clinging to his back with sweat, āDonāt get so upset. Iād numb you, of course, like I always do.ā
Spirit attempted to say something around those fingers again, but they muffled his words too much to make sense of anything. Stein assumed he was being cursed out. Or called a freak. Or something along those lines. Heād heard it all before, and yet Spirit wound up at his doorstep night after night. He always had been all bark and no bite, just a dog who needed a firm hand.
āBe quiet,ā that same command from earlier, his smile dropping, stone faced again. āI didnāt mean tonight. I was only thinking aloud.ā
Stein finally let go of that bruising grip on his jaw, his hand moving to cradle the back of Spiritās head, fingers getting lost in that pretty cherry-red hair of his, his hold gentler, soothing. Spirit grumbled, but settled down despite his hands shaking, heart threatening to beat out of his chest.
He was getting too old to keep dealing with so much adrenaline pumping through his veins all the time. Surely heād have a heart attack one of these days if he kept crawling back; an overdose of Stein. It was either that or the alcohol that would do him in, and he couldnāt decide which death would be worse.
Not tonight? Spirit's anxiety made him dizzy. So he's still going to tug out my teeth some time in the future?
āOpen up a little,ā Stein wiggled his fingers in between Spiritās lips to make his point, the other hesitating only slightly before parting his lips again, an annoyed look on his face. āSuck these. Be good.ā
Spiritās face grew completely red, almost matching his hair. His eyes twitched, darting away from Stein, then back to him, then away once more before squeezing shut for a moment, a grumble of embarrassment in the back of his throat.
He did as he was told, he always did in the end, his hand keeping a grip on Steinās wrist as he began working his tongue, slipping it into the little āVā between the doctorās fingers, then swirling the muscle around the digits, hot saliva coating Steinās calloused skin.
āThatās a good boy,ā Stein praised, hand in Spiritās hair tightening a little, keeping him in place, his fingers moving slowly in and out of the otherās pretty lips. Spirit couldnāt help but moan at the loss of control. āKeep still.ā
Another moan from Spirit, more desperate this time, hot breath filling the air between them. Stein only stared, expressionless, observing, but his eyes grew dark once more with desire.
Spirit was such a pretty little thing, desperate for his touch, desperate to be torn apart, the only push he needed being a little praise. He always loved how pliable Spirit was under his hands, how easy he was to break in. His obedience was delicious and addictive, always drawing Stein back in, craving to completely destroy whatever resistance Spirit had left in him. Once his weapon, always his weapon.
Violate me, violate me, violate me, Spirit thought, eyes glazed over with need as he gave in completely. His sweet, moaning mouth took the fingers of his greatest fear over and over again, willing to surrender his body, as long as his aching need for attention was filled. Use me, use me, please use me like you love me.
The drool puddling on Spiritās chin dribbled down his neck. Stein chuckled, finally removing his fingers from that eager mouth, a line of spit still connecting the two of them, his thumb wiping Spiritās chin clean. The redhead whined at the loss of his mouth being invaded, panting, eyes big and needy, void of any of that pesky resistance from before. Stein thought they were the most beautiful shade of blue; the ocean on a cloudless day.
āI think thatās enough for this exam,ā Stein didnāt hide a pleased smirk, wiping his dirtied fingers on Spiritās shirt. He noticed the bulge in the otherās pants, straining against the material, but he paid no mind to it, even as it pressed needy against his own groin. Poor, deprived thing. āNow, run along.ā
āWhat?ā Spirit sputtered, finally noticing how messy heād gotten, wiping his mouth on his sleeve in shame. āOh, come on, youāre just going to leave me likeā¦ like this?ā
He wiggled in Steinās lap to make his point, but Stein only shrugged halfheartedly, leaning back in the chair casually.
āIt was only a checkup, Spirit. Itās not my fault you got so excited.ā
āBastardā¦ā Spirit glared down at him, pouting, āI know you must be soaked after thatā that freakshow.ā
āMaybe,ā he adjusted his glasses. True, he was rather aroused himself, as his pants felt uncomfortably wet, but Spirit was endlessly fun to tease, and he really did have work to do. Tests wouldnāt grade themselves. āBut Iām busy.ā
āBusy!ā Spirit pointed an accusatory finger in Steinās face. āYou werenāt too busy to rummage around in my mouth!ā
āI just wanted to see,ā his clean hand returned to the otherās jaw, gentle this time, thumb stroking along his burning cheek. Spirit grumbled and leaned into it, softening slightly. āIf youāre a patient little dog, Iāll give you a treat later.ā
Spirit squinted, staring down at the other man, frustration written all over his pretty, flushed face. Stein only blinked at him, and after a moment, Spirit sighed in defeat, looking away from him again and crossing his arms close to his chest.
āMmh. Fine.ā
āThatās a good boy,ā Stein mocked, leaning forward to press a peck to the otherās lips, to which Spirit whined and pressed into, his own lips desperate for Steinās touch to return to him. The doctor only chuckled, tapping his palm against Spiritās cheek twice, his voice low. āRun along. Iāll make a mess of you later, Spirit Albarn.ā
