marlowemuses | Fear and Adrenaline, for doctor

"The part about not hurting you," Scarecrow said idly, putting his mask back on. While the younger man was off cleaning himself, Crane used a stray bit of clean cloth to wipe the oil and semen off his cock. He was already back in his full outfit by the time Ashley returned.

"Only if you keep being a good friend and don't tell anyone this house has a monster living in it," Crane replied, approaching Ashley. "But I don't think I have to tell you twice, pretty thing."

"No," Ashley agreed, greeting him with a kiss despite the mask. "You're my monster now."

Continuing to dress, Ashley tossed his hair back, satisfied that his appearance had been returned to an adequate level of tidiness. "You ought to fix up a room for me," he said, starting to head back the way they had come. "Clean. Pretty. Worthy of me. So I'd be willing to stay the night. Or find somewhere nicer to stay."

"Lucky for you, this house has more than a few guest rooms," Scarecrow said. "I suppose I could see to your request." It would take time out of his day that he could spend working, but Crane had to admit that he did enjoy this man's company.

He saw Ashley down the stairs and to the window. "I will look forward to your next visit, my dear."

Ashley smiled at Scarecrow's acquiescing to his request. He was as spoiled as he was lovely, and very accustomed to getting what he wanted. Stepping into Scarecrow's arms, Ashley gave him a heated kiss goodbye before he let himself back out the window the way he had come.

He smiled on his way home, even though he felt sore. He was pleased by his new friend, and thought that he would indeed keep his promise to return the next evening.

Scarecrow slept for the rest of the night and got up early the next morning. He spent a good part of his morning cleaning the dust and cobwebs from the closest guest room. Crane even had to change into some normal clothes and go out to buy some cleaning fluid, hiding his face with a hat and bandanna. He claimed he was fighting off a cold and didn't want to give it to anybody when people asked.

Once the room was cleaned, he searched the closets for sheets. Whoever had previously lived here hadn't seen the need to take them before moving or being evicted. Most of the sheets were in bad shape, but he found some that had only a couple of moth-holes, made of red silk. He called it good after dressing the bed.

With that taken care of, Scarecrow put his costume back on and worked on his formulas for now. Perhaps he could get at least some work done before the young man returned.

As promised, Ashley arrived shortly after sunset that evening. He slipped over the fence and up the trellis, tumbling in through the window and dusting himself off. Though he didn't immediately see his new lover in the darkness, Ashley was unconcerned. Scarecrow would no doubt be busy with other things, or he would merely be lurking in a shadow ready to snatch Ashley.

Pleased by the prospect, Ashley tossed his hair once, skimming his fingertips along the back of a chair as he headed through the library to go in search of Scarecrow. He didn't bother calling aloud to introduce himself, preferring simply to wander.

Scarecrow had gone downstairs when the sun had begun to set, to await Ashley. Sure enough, he heard the floorboards creak in the same room as the man had entered last time.

He could have simply been there to greet him, but where was the joy in that? Crane made his way to the library, guessing that was where Ashley would be. Like last time, he didn't announce his presence until he was right behind his lover, putting a hand on his shoulder. "You're incredibly predictable."

Ashley trembled at the touch, breath catching. It was easy to be spooked, in the dark, creepy old house, and he relished it.

Turning halfway, Ashley tucked himself into Scarecrow's arms and gave him a coy smile. "Am I? I told you that I'd come back tonight. What's predictable about that?"

Scarecrow idly stroked Ashley's arm. "You return to the very same room where we first met," He replied dryly. Which was only natural, since the younger man had stated he was a reader and Scarecrow's tour showed that he didn't use many of the other rooms on the ground floor. "Come to see my collection of Harlan Ellison's work, have you?"

"It's the only entry way I know," Ashley argued, giving him a pout as though he thought Scarecrow was holding out on him. "You showed me out the same way."

He glanced over at the bookcases at that, considering the temptation of books against the temptation of attention and pleasure. "Maybe later," he said, squirming in Scarecrow's arms and pressing closer. "I'm glad you're still here. Have you been thinking of me?"

"Point taken," Scarecrow said. "I spent a good part of my day granting your request." He counted himself lucky the store owner hadn't mistaken him for a robber with his face concealed. "I'd say chances are good that I've been thinking about you." Crane stroked Ashley's cheek with a finger, sliding it under his chin and tilting his head up.

Pleased to hear that considerable time and effort had been spent on him, Ashley's face lit with interest. The promise of a treat or present was irresistible to him, and he pressed his body more firmly against Scarecrow's chest, all coaxing smiles. "Did you?"

Stealing a kiss, Ashley made a soft little whimper against Scarecrow's mouth, shivering once.

Scarecrow wasn't sure he'd get used to his damaged face being kissed anytime soon. If anyone had told him his horrid face would have gotten him a boyfriend who was drawn to this sort of thing, he would have left them writing in his toxin.

"Come see for yourself, pretty one," Crane whispered, guiding Ashley up the stairs to the guest bedroom. "No mint on the pillow, I'm afraid."

Following after with docile sweetness, Ashley's smile was somewhat faltering as he saw the room. It wasn't what he was accustomed to, having grown up in luxury, but it was at least clean, and he was satisfied that he could sleep in the room without feeling disgusting.

"It's nice," he said, mostly sincere, though he couldn't entirely hide his faint disdain. He could, however, do an excellent job of distracting attention. Smiling at Scarecrow, he tugged him into the room, heading for the bed.

Scarecrow was about to make some comment about how this was the best he could do when he lived in an abandoned house and couldn't very well buy the means to turn the room into a five star hotel room, but he was cut off with the tug. His leg brace squeaked at the sudden movement.

"My, my, aren't we eager?" He asked in an amused tone. "Last night I had to scare you half to death before you let me get so far."

Ashley laughed at that, falling back onto the bed and smiling coyly up at his new lover. "Is that what you think? We were just getting acquainted. And the tour."

Laughing again, Ashley tugged his loose, blouse-like shirt over his head and tossed it aside, lounging against the vivid sheets. "And did I really let you do anything? Seems to me you had to be seduced. And convinced."

Scarecrow took his vest and glove off, setting them on the vanity for now. "Fear produces many reactions. Arousal is typically not one of them." His school training had only briefly covered such a thing when they covered fear and phobias.

"Lucky for you, it worked," He climbed on the bed, straddling Ashley's hips.

"As long as it's not too strong," Ashley said, with a lazy shrug. He trailed his fingertips up Scarecrow's thigh, pleased by their positions and that Scarecrow had taken his glove off without being asked. "Just a little bit of spice."

Tilting his head to one side, Ashley watched him through his lashes, wicked and playful. "Shall I really just call you Scarecrow?"

"It does make things more exciting, doesn't it?" Crane whispered. He had gotten a thrill out of making love to someone high on fear of him.

"If I tell you my real name, you will not tell anybody that he is the monster living here," Crane warned. He leaned down to whisper into Ashley's ear, as if sharing a secret. Though truth be told, where he came from his identity really wasn't a secret. "My name is Dr. Jonathan Crane."

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"Are you a doctor?" Ashley asked, delighted. He slid his arms up around Scarecrow's neck, breath hitching slightly with fear of his monster. "What kind? Shall I call you Jonathan? Or 'doctor'?" He laughed, shivering with fear and arousal. "I want you."

"I'm a psychologist," Crane clarified. "My employers did not care for my... methods." Nor did they appreciate him experimenting on his coworkers.

"You may call me whatever you wish, my dear." He sat up to slide his coat off, but kept his mask on.

Ashley let go of him, focusing instead on unbuttoning Scarecrow's shirt. His fingers skimmed shamelessly over the skin beneath, while Ashley's hips squirmed impatiently beneath his lover. "You should get some soft rope or cuffs," he said, utterly casual about his kinks. "So you can tie me down when you fuck me."

"If I still had my old costume, we could have used my old hangman's rope," Crane quipped. That rope hadn't been soft at all, and while he didn't know much about bondage he was aware of rope burn. "Though, I can certainly arrange to get ahold of these items."

Scarecrow slid off Ashley for now and walked over to the bedside table, reaching into a brown paper bag. "I did get something to make this a little easier, though," He tossed the item onto the bed. It was a tube of sexual lubricant.

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Ashley smiled with pleasure at that, licking his lips. "Good. I have a surprise for you, too."

He continued unbuttoning Scarecrow's shirt, getting it open and skimming his fingers over his lover's scarred chest. He said nothing further about his 'surprise', and it was immediately obvious that Ashley wasn't carrying any sort of bag and didn't have any large or bulging pockets.

"I'm very ticklish, you know," he commented instead, as a new topic. "If that interests you. It turns me on." Ashley skimmed a light fingertip down Scarecrow's side. "Light, ticklish touches to make me squirm..."

"Let's hope it's a pleasant surprise," Scarecrow replied. Despite not changing his tone, he really was rather curious.

His curiosity changed to desire when Ashley touched him, his hands running over Croc's claw marks. "Is that so?" Crane climbed back onto the bed, his hands lightly skimming Ashley's side, looking for any sensitive spots. It was rather obvious that Scarecrow wasn't used to touching people in this manner.

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