Author/Artist: Tad Coast
Rating: PG-13, teeny bit of blood
Author's Note: Vague spoilers for Saiyuki manga vol. 8
Previous Posts: Part 1 // Part 2
“Frustrated, Dr. Huang?” He questions from the doorway when she slams her keyboard down, and is satisfied when she jumps. Silly girl never does know when he’s there.
“Dr. Nii!” She stumbles as she turns, attempting to block his view of her experiment. “I’ve told you before to stop spying on me!”
“Oh, but why? Its so much fun to see you flustered.” He slips into the room, Bunny in arm, and laughs when she scowls hard at him. “Temper, temper, my dear. You might wound me with that look.”
“What do you want, Doctor?” She nearly growls with anger as she watches him move to the subject on the table. He has no business doing that, she thinks, and rapidly types commands into her computer. “Some of us have work to do.”
“Oh, don’t bother. Whatever method you were trying won’t work, so it’s pointless to save the effort.” His fingers move deftly, unhooking wires and straps, allowing the subject to sit up.
“There’s no way you can know that!” She blushes, infuriated and embarrassed because she’s discovered that for herself already, and that was frustrating enough. But to have him point it out is simply intolerable.
“You are trying to increase his bloodlust, right?” He reaches under the subject’s chin, caressing softly. Silence serves as his answer, and he grins, meeting her gaze. “Its not something we can program into him.”
“Dr. Nii! I am using the same method you did to alter his memories and—” She stops short, cut off by his laughter. “What is so funny?”
“Silly girl.” He shakes her head, tsking at her. “Giving him a new reality is one thing. Changing his basic personality is another.”
He tilts the subject’s head, and studies his face in silence. He gives her just long enough to work up the nerve to ask before he sticks out his tongue at her, shows her where he’s bitten hard enough to make it bleed. She glares at him, and he chuckles.
“I don’t have time for this!” She will not let him interfere this time, absolutely refuses to with a project so important to the Lady.
“Relax. Our Rabbit Prince simply requires a more persuasive method.” His voice is low, barely a murmur as he lowers his head.
“What…what are you doing?!” She yells, but is ignored, left to watch as he presses his mouth to the subject’s. Her flush darkens, spreads down her neck, and her mind screams to stop staring, to stop wanting to. Her gaze does not stray, however, not as lips part to accept the offering, nor when hands rise to draw him closer.
Not even when the silence of the room is broken by soft, hungry moans.
He gasps briefly when he pulls away, and smiles, brushing his thumb over the subject’s kiss-swollen lips once before pulling away. He smirks at her as he leaves, addressing her with a wave.
“I think you’ll find he’s much more open to the idea now.”