REQUESTED BY: @Rosa-Izumaki

warnings: suggestive (heh) ;)

also sorry if this is bad, i've been having some writer's block with writing for overhaul

The tapping of my foot against the pale tile of the floor filled the empty waiting room as I waited anxiously for my turn.

We had monthly check ups in the Shie Hassaikai, and naturally, Overhaul was our doctor. Unfortunately, being his lover constituted to some... intense touching during exams.

My head then snapped up when I heard the door open, and I watched Chrono storm out with wide eyes. The right-hand man was fuming, his stark white hair mussed up and messy. His dark eyed were narrowed in annoyance, and I decided to ask what had happened.

"What happened, Hari?"

The male let out a huff, his eyes closing as he tried to fix his hair. The tips of his arrows twitched in obvious annoyance.

"...Overhaul tried to prod my hair with scissors. He knows how f*cking sensitive they are, what a load of—"

"Chrono, I'd like to inform you that I can, indeed, hear everything you're rambling on about. I'd advise you to be quiet."

Overhaul's smooth voice rang out from inside his office, and Chrono gulped. His dark eyes opened, and he sent me a terrified glance.

"I gotta skidaddle, see you later—"

The frightened male scurried away, and I repressed a smile.

The two of them acted like they didn't like each other, but it was clear that they shared a bond. A bond deeper than no other. They were childhood friends, after all.

Suddenly, the click of shoes against hard tile sounded, and my eyes flicked to the doorway of Overhaul's office. There my boyfriend was, standing there, watching me with lidded eyes.

"My, my, my, Y/N... It's rude for the patient to keep the doctor waiting..."

He said softly, his head tilting to the side as he leaned against the doorway.

Overhaul was clad in the standard doctor's coat, paired with a metal stethoscope that was resting around his neck. His hand was in his coat pocket, and I swallowed, standing up. I hesitantly walked to Overhaul, gasping as his hand suddenly rested on the small of my back.

He firmly pushed me into the room, shutting the door behind us with a click. Overhaul then spoke, voice low.

"Mmm, seat yourself on the examination table... No need to remove your clothes, we'll... take care of that later..."

Heat rushed into me at his words, and I turned my head to look at him.

"I—"

"Shh, it's normal to be nervous during a check-up. Just be a good little patient and seat yourself down, okay?"

Overhaul comforted, and I could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

He knows exactly what he's doing.

Not wanting to argue with him, I decided to be compliant. I walked over to the examination table, and sat up there. The sound of shoes against tile was all that could be heard in the room as Overhaul slowly walked over to his clipboard. He picked it up, and then took a ballpoint pen from a cup.

"...Good work. Now, I don't find a need to go over the personal questions, as I know most of them. Of course, unless you'd like me to ask them?"

His golden eyes moved to meet my eyes, and I shook my head quickly. His questions were always extremely personal, ranging from who my partner was — of course, he already knew who it was, he just wanted to hear it come from my mouth — to how active I was.

"Good. Now, I have to check your heart rate."

After he said that, he took his stethoscope and placed it in position. He then walked close to me. With a hum, he lifted my shirt, the metal stethoscope moving to press at my chest. A shiver went up my spine at the feeling of the cold metal against my skin, and my eyes flicked up to his.

Of course, Overhaul noticed my tiny movements. His eyes widened in mock surprise, and then his cool latex-covered hand moved to brush over my chest. I stiffened up.

"Hmm, your heartbeat seems to be getting faster, Y/N. This is a professional setting. We can't have you getting all excited here, hmm?"

Overhaul teased, his eyes lidded with obvious lust. My face heated up, and then he tsked, taking the stethoscope away from under my shirt. However, his hand slipped right back in, his eyes alight with amusement as he leaned forward to press his firm chest against mine.

"What am I going to do with you...?"

Chuckling, Overhaul didn't allow me the time to answer as he removed his hand from my shirt once again, his head shaking in amusement. He moved away to write something on his clipboard, and confusion filled me. I opened my mouth to speak.

"Why didn't you—"

One of Overhaul's eyebrows quirked up, and he lifted his head to look at me.

"Hm? Oh, don't tell me you want me to do something to you... you're going to have to wait for it, you naughty little patient..."

Holding my breath, I bit my lip.

I guess I would just have to wait.

-

When the examination was done, Overhaul threw his stethoscope to the side. He eyed me with dark golden eyes, and then he pushed me down against the table, his body clambering up on top of me. The paper laid out on the table crinkled underneath us, and I tried to hold back a moan as Overhaul pulled down his mask to connect his lips with my neck. I asked shakily,

"W-What about the other people, Overhaul? I th-thought Rappa was next—"

"They can wait..."

Overhaul simply responded, before he ripped off a latex glove and deconstructed my shirt.