Fear and Adrenaline, for doctor_terror

[raventonbeauty]

From here.



Ashley smiled wryly at the question, tilting his head up to kiss the tip of Scarecrow's scarred nose. "Let me up," he said, pushing at Scarecrow and giving him a pout. Dizzy with afterglow from the intense orgasm, Ashley bit his lip, watching Scarecrow with low-lidded eyes. "You ought to learn how to finger someone."

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[doctor_terror]

I'd fill you with so much toxin you'd be seeing demons for days, is what Crane wanted to say. "Murder you, no. Punish you, perhaps I might." He allowed the threat to linger in the air. "Your parents are paying me to be your doctor, so for now, let's just call you my patient."

[raventonbeauty]

"Fine," Ashley said, curling up in his chair and pouting extravagantly. "I'm behaving, aren't I? I'm here. I haven't broken anything."

[doctor_terror]

"Yes, you've been quite good," Crane said condescendingly. "Now then, you don't have any hidden fears, do you, Ashley?"

[raventonbeauty]

"I have a dreadful fear of having dull conversations with boring men," Ashley drawled. "And the dark, I suppose, but who isn't?"

[doctor_terror]

Crane jotted down some more notes. "True, many are afraid of the dark. Or rather, they're afraid of what may be lurking in the dark. There's also the feeling of helplessness that comes with not being able to see. It's a rather primal fear."

[raventonbeauty]

Ashley gave the doctor a shy smile to pacify him in hopes of ending the session earlier. "Heights, too. What sort of things do you think might be lurking in the dark?"

[doctor_terror]

"Heights, hm?" Crane wrote that down too. "So I suppose I don't have to worry about you jumping out your window, even if you could open it. As for the dark, well, children often feel that monsters under the bed or the boogeyman might get them in the dark. Adults can have that instinctual fear as well, of monsters in the dark, especially if one reads lots of horror literature or watches too many scary movies. Or there's also the fear of serial killers hiding in the closet waiting for the lights to go out."

[raventonbeauty]

"I'm very fond of horror literature," Ashley said. "Which is why I like your library so very much. Since you have so much of it. So, then, does that mean you're also afraid of the dark?"

[doctor_terror]

"I'm glad it's to your liking. You'll find works from Bram Stoker all the way to Stephen King," Crane said, still keeping his tone professional. "Me, afraid of the dark? It takes a lot to scare me, I'm afraid, but we all have a little primal fear in us, including the dark."

[raventonbeauty]

Ashley smiled a little at that confession, pleased to find that his captor was at least a little bit human and had weaknesses. "Can I go now? I want to visit my boyfriend and tell him that I'm okay."

[doctor_terror]

Crane looked down at his watch. "I suppose we can end early today. Just remember what I said about trying to slip away." He went back behind his desk to write down some more stuff, mostly to look busy.

[raventonbeauty]

"Yes, doctor," Ashley said, with a slight defiant drawl to the words. He got up, leaving with no particular haste.

There wasn't anywhere to go, not really. He had friends who would gladly take him in, but they'd expect things of him that Ashley preferred not to give. His friends liked drugs and sex and wasting their lives, and as much as Ashley enjoyed that for half his time, the other half his time he preferred to spend in books and quiet wandering.

He went out shopping but felt dissatisfied, walking through clothing stores and bookshops without any particular interest. He met up with friends for lunch, and told them nothing of his situation. They didn't think to ask, chattering on about fashion and who was sleeping with whom.

Increasingly depressed, Ashley wandered through the city for an hour, getting himself thoroughly lost, and then got a cab back to the doctor's house, heading for his room and planning to curl up in a fugue of misery.

[doctor_terror]

Crane waited until he knew Ashley was gone before he went down into his wine cellar and opened up yet another hidden section of his house. This led to his chemistry lab, where he spent a good few hours mixing his toxin before lunch.

After that, he spent the rest of the afternoon reading and keeping an eye on the clock. He smiled to himself when he heard Ashley return. He put his book down and went to the kitchen, having made some soup for himself earlier, and poured a bowl, going up to Ashley's room and setting it by the door again. "If you wish to eat, your dinner is by the door." He went back down to the library to give it another half hour before switching personas.

[raventonbeauty]

Ashley fetched the bowl, curling up on his bed to eat it and then idling with a book. He didn't want to move or think. He wanted something more, but this wasn't it, and he wasn't at all sure what he wanted. Scarecrow, he supposed, because Scarecrow's attention was pleasant and reassuring. At least Crane had mostly left him alone.

[doctor_terror]

[Btw, the book is quite good so far]

Crane waited until a half hour had passed before checking to make sure Ashley wasn't about to come downstairs while he changed. He activated the secret wall again and exchanged masks and clothes. Before going to Ashley's room, he went to his office to fetch a textbook he never thought he'd have to use until now.

Scarecrow, feeling a little dramatic tonight, raked his dull nails down Ashley's door, making a scraping sound and moaned, "Ashley..."

[raventonbeauty]

Ashley thrilled with fear at the sound of the scraping of the voice. He scrambled to sit up straight, backing up against the headboard. Eyes wide with fear and anticipation, he watched the door, staying where he was. He thought it was almost definitely Scarecrow, but he couldn't be sure. If it wasn't Scarecrow, he thought, Scarecrow would surely protect him.

[doctor_terror]

When Ashley didn't answer the door, Scarecrow slowly turned the knob, feeling like a creature out of a horror novel or fairy tale. He edged his way in slowly, closing the door behind him, the textbook still tucked under his arm.

"How is my pet tonight?"

[raventonbeauty]

Heart pounding with adrenaline, Ashley grinned at the sight of him. He hugged his knees to his chest, biting his lower lip before he replied. "Depressed. I missed you. Crane is terribly dull, but he hasn't hurt me."

[doctor_terror]

"I suspect he is hiding more than he lets on," Scarecrow replied, approaching the bed. "I've been watching him from afar and from the shadows. He is fixated on you. I believe he did not bring you here to 'fix' you."

He finally set the textbook down on the nightstand. It was a sexual education book about kink. Crane had brought it with him from Gotham, and it had only been shelf-filler, much like any of his other textbooks that weren't psychology or chemistry related.

[raventonbeauty]

"He is fixated upon me?" Ashley pleased to be vindicated. He wiggled to his feet, greeting Scarecrow with a shy kiss to the cheek. "I thought so. He didn't do anything today, though, and he insists he doesn't mean to violate me. But then what do you suppose he wants me for?"

Sitting again, Ashley pulled the book into his lap, intrigued.

[doctor_terror]

"Perhaps he is simply waiting for the right moment," Scarecrow replied coolly. "Waiting for you to let your guard down, perhaps." In truth, he was still debating whether to reveal his secret, or continue scaring him as Crane.

"I found that in his office. Perhaps it will give us ideas," He opened the book to a random page, namely a chapter about how to achieve multiple orgasms.

[raventonbeauty]

"You found it in his office?" Ashley repeated, further suspicious of the doctor's intentions. But the new page in the book delighted him. Eyes widening, he read it with interest, grinning hopefully. "Gonna make me keep coming until I beg you for mercy?"

[doctor_terror]

Scarecrow had to lean in and squint at the page to read it, since he'd left his reading glasses downstairs. He grinned wickedly when he looked back at Ashley.

"Oh yes..." He whispered. "The doctor has stepped out, so you can be as loud as you like." Though the idea of gagging him also crossed Scarecrow's mind.

[raventonbeauty]

"Yes, Scarecrow," Ashley murmured, standing up and quickly undressing, tossing his clothes aside so that he could kneel naked on the bed, watching Scarecrow with curiosity and obedience. "How do you want me, master?"

[doctor_terror]

"On your back, my dear," Scarecrow whispered, taking off his gauntlet and vest. He also took off the cloth gloves and set them aside. No sense in getting those dirty. "I want to see your pretty face as I take you."