Shatterglass [Sho and Hurricane]
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				Title: <strong>Shatterglass [Sho and Hurricane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 22:47:10</strong>
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				A patient's family had sent him a large bouquet of lilies - ironic considering they more often made an appearance at funerals than anywhere else - but he doubted that they had known that. He set the large, waxy black-purple flowers in their clear vase atop a shelf, brushing it off. He smiled faintly and looked around his office. Everything was neat, now, sterile. <br><br>He supposed that it wasn't the most comfortable office, to some, but he liked it. He had a large glass desk, a beautiful view of the city skyline with it's skyscrapers blocking out the view of the bay. He had two large black leather chairs that were comfortable to sit and talk in, a long, plush crimson carpet adding the only splash of color in the room. <br><br>The windows had long, gauzy curtains, enough to block out the view for patients who didn't like it but they were open at the moment.<br><br>It was time to see his patient once again.<br><br>He had to admit, he was intrigued by him - he was a danger, but he had enough self control that he found it hard not to want to release him. He kept him in, though, for partially selfish reasons.<br><br>The other man teased, and flirted, and while he knew that it was a bad idea to encourage that...he couldn't help it. He rarely, if ever, got out of his office. It wasn't unusual to see the young man wandering down to the showers to change into a change of clothes after he'd spent the night on the long couch in his office. At the moment, it was late, about eleven at night. Only the night nurses and security guards were about but even they weren't really anywhere near his office.<br><br>He'd arranged to see his patient right then.<br><br>He sat back to wait, glancing at himself in the mirror to smooth himself out first, smiling faintly. His dark hair was combed back, the slight waves giving him a mildly cherubic look. His legs were long, slim, and with his pale green eyes he'd been compared to a husky more than once. They were ringed by sooty black lashes, which fell with each blink to swooping cheekbones, the features of his face hinting at an Asian and European mixed heritage, full lips curved into a welcoming little smile. His teeth were blindingly white, and had he not been a doctor, he could have been a model - probably one of the reasons, along with a small fortune, that he was one of the most sought-after bachelors in the city.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shatterglass [Sho and Hurricane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hurricane</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 09:20:13</strong>
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				Clear reclined back on the extra long steel cot in his cell. He half-flexed, lifting his torso enough so that he could shake out his long blonde hair. Then he laid back bare chested, hands tucked behind his head. <br><br>He thought about that name - Clear. Nobody had called him by his real name in a long, long time. He sometimes wondered if the person who used to be named that was even still alive somewhere deep inside his head. If he was, Clear couldn't hear his voice anymore.<br><br>He lay very still with his eyes closed, following his own breath in and then out just like the doctor had showed him. It helped to keep him still. Not as much as the medicine. But it helped.<br><br>He could hear the echoes of other inmates nearby. It was past lights-out, so quite a few were asleep by now but Big Clarence the guard had told him that the doctor was coming for a visit tonight. Clear was glad the doctor was coming. Sometimes if he didn't come Big Clarence would come and stand outside his cell in the dark. He didn't have the nerve to come in. Nobody but the doctor really had the nerve to be around Clear when he wasn't restrained. But the thought of Big Clarence lurking outside, staring at him and jerking off in the dark brought a cruel smile to his lips.<br><br>Clear lay quietly until he heard the electric hum of the door circuits and the metallic pop of the safety bolts sliding open down the hall. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shatterglass [Sho and Hurricane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 19:51:09</strong>
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				The soft pop of expensive shoes on tile echoed down the hall and the door opened slowly enough. Big Clarence didn't like leaving the doctor alone with Clear, but he had no choice. Jasper simply waved his hand, gesturing for the other man to move away down the hall so that Clear and he would be able to speak without anyone overhearing them. <br><br>He smiled as he came into the room, sitting down on the end of the bed because there were no chairs in the room.<br><br>"Are the breathing exercises helping?"<br><br>His voice was soft, surprisingly quiet for being a psychiatrist, slim hands folded neatly atop the pad and pen that he'd brought. "How've you been doing?" <br><br>It was a simple enough question but helped him gauge how his patients were reacting to the world around them, to the hospital. He wondered about Clear sometimes...he had bad days and good days, like all of them, but there was something about Clear that as a bit more intriguing than most. He couldn't help but deny that he liked the flirtation, the way that Clear talked to him.<br><br>He ran his fingers back through his hair; it was a bit mussed now that he'd been in the hospital all day. <br><br>He was thoroughly exhausted, faint shadows under his eyes, but it was clear that he would continue to work on his job rather than go back toh is home and sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shatterglass [Sho and Hurricane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hurricane</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 08:41:32</strong>
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				Clear stared up at the ceiling of the small room.<br><br>"You know what it's like to be alone all the time, but not really have your privacy?"<br><br>He breathed slowly, his clear eyes unblinking. "There are so many things that you take for granted when you can really be alone."<br><br>One hand slowly strayed down across his chest. His fingertips trailed over the skin as he continued. "Imagine all the moments in your day when you can relax and be yourself. When you know nobody is watching you."<br><br>His hand strayed down lower across the strong core of his stomach muscles. He closed his eyes as his fingers gripped the button that held his pants closed and easily unbuttoned it.<br><br>"Things you might only want to share with yourself." Clear's hand slipped into the open waistband of his loose pants.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shatterglass [Sho and Hurricane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 09:16:43</strong>
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				"It's not a feeling I'm intimately familiar with, no." He did his best to remain calm when the other man tempted him, teased him. He had to look away when he saw Clear's hand dipping down into his waistband. He reached out, finally, placing his cool fingertips on Clear's wrist. <br><br>"You really shouldn't do that in front of me. It's hardly..." his mouth went slightly dry, "It's hardly appropriate."<br><br>How could he deny, though, that it appealing? That he was intrigued in more ways than one by his patient who was lying right in front of him? He couldn't act on that, though - while the other man would tease him, he was the doctor. He had to be the one who maintained self-control. He couldn't do anything, and certainly wouldn't be the one to make the first move.<br><br>He would never act on those silent fantasies that he had.<br><br>He'd woken up more than once in the dead of night, thinking of Clear's hands on him, of what it would feel like to really be taken. Particularly by a man who was supposedly mad.
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