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Poison	By : Zarafla_Kirtan-Pherrin Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Treasure Planet Views: 642 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Paired Couple: Jim HawkinsXDimitri Sudayev
A/N: And more amazingness! For my favorite readers! Same legal ramifications still apply!
"Look, Jim. What you're doing is illegal. Do you know what's going to happen if you two are caught? You'll both go to jail! This kind of relationship between a doctor and patient goes against policy. What are you thinking?"
Jim sat up, anger flashing in his eyes. "You know what? Dimitri gets me! He understands what I've been through!"
"Jim, we all know what you've been through."
"You may know what I've been through, but you don't understand it!" Jim stood up, too agitated to keep still. "He does! Dimitri has a very similar past, and he knows me better than anyone! He's great and kind and-"
"Jim! What are you saying?" Doppler interrupted, getting more perplexed by the second. "...Are you... in love...?"
The question stopped Jim in his tirade. Jim shrugged, trying to act nonchalant.
Delbert studied him a little bit, his eyes growing wide. "...You're in love with Sudayev."
The silence spoke for itself. The brunette looked away from him.
"No wonder you're doing this!" Doppler exclaimed. "It may have just started with wanting acceptance and trust, but it looks like that may have evolved!"
Jim sat back down next to him, putting on a scowl. "So what if I am?"
"Well... if you really are, then what makes you think that he has the same feelings for you?"
"He wouldn't be sneaking around with me if he didn't."
"While that may be true, you said something that would explain all of that without his involvement of feelings. He has a similar past! He may be doing this just to feel wreckless and get the same acceptance as much as you are. He might be doing this out of purely selfish reasons."
"He's not like that!"
"How do you know? Did you ask him of his feelings towards you?"
"Well, no..."
"Then what is the point in continuing this any further? If you two are caught, just imagine the consequences!"
"The only people who know about this are you, me, and him. Would you turn us in, Doc? Would you do that?"
"No, unless hiding it harms you."
"So, you would turn me in?"
I'll try as much as I can to help you, Jim. But if I can easily figure this all out, anybody can! For Montressor's sake, you two left the door open!" Doppler put a hand on Jim's shoulder to try to convince him that he was there for him. "You have to confront Sudayev. You have to stop what you're doing before it's too late."
"But..." Jim began, "... I know he feels the same way... He has to..."
The uncertainty in his voice hurt Delbert. Jim was his friend, but he knew the next words he said would have to get through to Jim, to make him understand. "I won't say anything to anyone, but I know you'll do the right thing."
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Thursday came too fast and Jim, for the first time since their first meeting, wished it hadn't. What Doppler had told him had haunted his thoughts. What did Dimitri think of him? Was it all just done on a wreckless whim, or was it more? He could live with the threat of jail, so long as he wasn't the only one who felt this way between them.
Doppler stopped the caravan in front of the building and looked at Jim with a small smile of support. Jim looked back with sadness. The wordless communication gave Jim a boost that was necessary for him to step from the caravan.
"Stay, Delilah." Delbert said to the excitable creature at the head of the caravan.
They stepped up to the door and entered, Jim looking as if he was headed to his execution. Doppler wanted to comfort the youth, but knew this was what he had to do.
Cherise greeted them as usual. "Hello, Mr. Hawkins. He's waiting for you. How're you today?"
"Alright." Jim said, defeated, proceeding through the door as she opened it for him.
"Oh, and I have the progress report that you requested, Dr. Doppler." Cherise added as an afterthought when Jim had left the room, handing Doppler a piece of paper.
"Thank you, ma'am." Looking over the paper, he sat down to wait.
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Jim walked over to Dr. Sudayev's door, not wanting to open it. Why did they have to get caught? Jim would have been content continuing with whatever him and Dimitri had been doing without a thought of uncertainty. But having acknowledged his own feelings, he would have to know for sure what was going on between them. Ignorance truly was bliss.
Before he could think of leaving or knocking, Dimitri opened the door, looking every part the delicious sin that he was with tousled hair, an already unbuttoned black shirt with the sleeves rolled up that looked as if he just got done undoing for Jim's benefit, and slim black pants.
"Well, hello James." Dimitri purred. Hearing his proper name tumbling from the man's lips made Jim shiver with eroticism. The way that he said it almost drove every thought out of his head. "I thought you were going to try to stop by yesterday."
"Something came up." Jim said apologetically.
"That's alright," Dimitri replied, brushing a lock of his bangs away from his eyes. "You can make up for it."
If he wasn't so morose, Jim would have pounced him that second. They entered the office and closed the door. Jim sat down on one of the couches, not knowing where to begin with his questions. He had forgotten how every session had always started, however, and jumped a little when Dimitri sat next to him and promptly began to kiss his neck as his hands snaked up his shirt.
"Dimitri..." He breathed, slightly panting, as Dimitri straddled him and began tugging at his belt. "...wait..."
Dimitri kept with his perpetrations, not having heard his pleas. He managed to get the offending belt and shorts undone and reached underneath the fabric, making Jim flush with excitement and moan, "...Oh god... Dimitri..."
Dimitri laughed softly, capturing Jim's mouth with his, and teasing it open to battle his tongue with his own. Jim laid down on the couch length-wise and pushed Dimitri's shirt off of his torso as they passionately kissed. He didn't want to let this go. It felt too good, too right. Likewise, Dimitri separated their kiss long enough to remove Jim's jacket and shirt, and joined their lips once more. Jim could feel Dimitri's approval through the cotton of his pants as his own was gently stroked with a hand. The amazing touch sent him through delirious happiness. If only things could stay this way... But the persistent, nagging reminders that his thoughts sent him made him stop.
Dimitri looked down at him, quirking his eyebrow in question. "Are you alright? Are you uncomfortable?"
"Ummm... No. Can we sit up, though? I'd like to talk to you for a moment."
The unusual request startled the Russian. "Of course."
They did, albeit with Dimitri still sitting in his lap, which he insisted. "This is unusual, Jim. You never seemed to want to talk before." Dimitri pointed out.
"Yea... Well... I wanted to ask you..." Jim trailed off, unable to ask the damning question. Not to mention, it was hard to think when the blood rushed from his head and coursed through another one of a different sort.
"Yes, Jim?"
"Well, I was wondering..." Having been bored perhaps, Dimitri thought it was a great idea to start to gently lick and bite Jim's earlobe, gently pulling at the gold earring with his teeth. "...mmmm... Dimitri, I can't concentrate when you do that..."
"That a good thing?" He quietly said with laughter, continuing said action.
"...I have to talk to you... Dimitri..."
"How about afterwards? I rather like this at the moment..."
The brunette, eighteen year old thought about it, but knew he was only prolonging the possible pain and it would only hurt even more if he decided to push it onto the back burner. No. He had to get this done.
"...It can't wait..." He whispered as the therapist had started trailing his hot tongue down his exposed chest and belly. "...Please..."
Dimitri gave an exasperated chuckle and sat up, although doing so had caused him to rub up against Jim in an enticing manner, not helping the situation on either end. He kept his dark green eyes on Jim, waiting. "Fire away, Jim. What do you wanna know?"
"I... was wondering... When you look at me, when you're with me like this... What are you thinking?"
"As in, what do I think of you?"
"Yes."
The silence stretched between them as Dimitri thought it over. The suspense was killing Jim. At last, Dimitri spoke.
"You're a wonderful, caring person that has a lot of greatness. You are intelligent, only needing a little guidance. And you are one Hell of a kisser."
The compliments made Jim grin like a fool. But there was one last question that refused to keep silent. "What do you feel for me?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, do you have feelings for me?"
The pregnant pause caused Jim to panic. Something about the silence was... not right... But he refused to look up into those eyes, because he was afraid of what he'd see in them. Finally, the words he least expected fell around his ears in a resounding crash of reality.
"Why would you ask such a question?"
He couldn't help but look up now, his heart catching in his throat. Those eyes looked dead serious, without a trace of laughter or happiness. He couldn't read what he saw in them. The question had sounded flat, monotone. It sounded like the accusation that it was.
This was his worst fear...
Dr. Doppler was right.
He pushed up from the couch, Dimitri standing out of his way, and threw his shirt back on and buttoned up his shorts. He didn't want to look at him. All he wanted to do was get out of thisconfining office. He couldn't breathe...
"Jim, wait." Dimitri said.
Jim didn't. He picked up his jacket and ran out of the office, not wanting to hear any more. Dimitri had answered him well enough. He didn't feel the same way... He choked back a sob.
"Jim!"
The eighteen year old didn't look back as he wrenched the door open and ran out, the painful words echoing around in his head over and over, lacerating his heart.
"Why would you ask such a question?"
"Why would you ask such a question?"
"Why would you ask such a question?"
"Why would you ask such a question?"...
"WHY WOULD YOU ASK SUCH A QUESTION!"
A/N: Whew! So another chapter for you all! Please don't come chasing after me with pitchforks! I know. I totally killed the mood and made the chapter end with so much sadness... The next chapter won't be happy either, but I assure you, it's not the end!
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