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Dennis didn't even want to go to this party, but his dormmate convinced him to go out on Halloween night to get his mind off of the stress of life. He had decided that, this being his first (and probably only) Halloween party he'd go to, he would go all out. He had been trying out different styles and ended up wearing a very cute costume: a maid. Cliche? Yes. But he'd had the outfit for a while now and hadn't worn it yet.

The costume ended up being a little big on his and he started to second guess himself the second he realized how skinny he was. He pulled the costume off his body and decided to just wear his own clothes. No costume is still a costume. He put on a compression tank top, a big shirt, a white skirt, thigh highs, some cute underwear that didn't show through his skirt, and his favorite Hello Kitty sneakers. He could hear the voice of his father in his head. 'You're a fucking sissy' 'Disappointment' 'My son is a queer' He shook his head and did some pretty makeup before getting his purse and heading to his car.

Dennis opened the messages with his dormmate Bradley and found the address. A house in the rich part of the town. He buckled up and turned on his playlist, singing along as he drove. He found the house too easy, its the one with the cars in the front yard and crazy Halloween decorations. He parked and stepped out, taking a deep breath as he looked at the house. "Okay Dennis, try to get drunk and then you can let loose." He whispered before approaching the house. He went to knock when the door flung open and two making out randoms stumbled into Dennis. He gasped and backed up, letting them go to one of their cars. 

He watched them stumble into the backseat on a Ford Forrunner before he walked into the party. It was dark but also there were strobe lights all over the house that made Dennis's head hurt. He kept his head down as he wandered around the party. The music was too loud and made his heartbeat run wild before he found his way to the kitchen. He saw the kitchen was packed but managed to find a cup that smelled strongly of vodka. He just nodded and downed half the cup, smiling as the taste hit his throat. 

Dennis wandered around a bit before going to the living room. He was so excited when he saw Bradley dancing. He rushed over. "Brad!"

Bradley turned around and he smiled. "Hey Denny!" He hugged him and started dancing with him. "You know we are gonna get so fucked tonight!" Dennis blushed. "Oh come on you need to get some dick!" He smiled. 

"I mean I don't know about that." Dennis mumbled. "But if I meet a guy sure." 

"I don't mean to alarm you but there is a very obvious guy eyeing you." He chuckled. "At least I think since I can't see his face."

Dennis turned to look in the direction of Brad's gaze and turned red when there, leaning against a wall, stood a very tall man who Dennis prayed was looking at him. He was wearing scrubs and a stethoscope and a Ghostface mask. And HE WAS HOOOTT!!!

Dennis turned to talk to Brad but he was gone. And then he turned back around and the man was standing right there over him. He had two cups of vodka in his hands, holding one out to Dennis. Dennis took it and smiled as he looked inside it to make sure it wasn't drugged before taking a long sip when the man did. 

"I'm Dennis um..." He started, "I like your costume. Scary doctor? Nice." The man took Dennis by the waist and pulled him close, lifting the mask using the cup and taking a sip. Dennis watched the man's throat move while gulping the vodka down. Fuck.

Dennis stood up on his tip toes and  pressed a kiss to his neck, pulling the man in by his scrub top. Dennis had to find out the brand for when he ordered his own because they were so fucking soft. He pulled away from him and smiled up at the man who ended up taking him to the kitchen to get another drink. He and the man finished those and then Dennis was put onto a somehow empty counter, the other spots filled with making out people who were drunk off their asses. He gasped as the man pushed his hand under his shirt and groped him over his tank top.

"Wa-wait." he whimpered when he felt the mask lift and the man was kissing his neck quite roughly. 

"Shut it." The man growled and kissed his neck harder, Dennis letting out a moan when the man's scrub pants clearly bulged against his leg. Dennis looked down as best he could and he gasped. This man was hard. And Dennis was about to be hard too. 

"Wanna...go upstairs?" Dennis suggested when he felt the man put his hand under his skirt and toy with Dennis's ever begging cock. 

"Yes." The man carried Dennis up the stairs to a room and didn't let Dennis argue before he threw him onto the bed and Dennis saw a glimpse of the man's face. God he was gorgeous. "Mike." The man spoke.

"What?" 

"Call me Michael or Mike. Or..." Mike ran his hand up Dennis's inner thigh, "You can call me something else." Mike smirked before he pulled the mask back down. 

"No wait." Dennis reached up but Mike took his hands and pinned them above his head. 

"Baaad boy." he chuckled lowly into Dennis's ear and pushed the skirt up. "Don't make me spank you, Dennis." He whispered and let his hands go to pull Dennis's panties off. He laughed a bit. "Such a good boy. So hard."

Dennis let out a whine and that made Mike laugh a bit. "Oh please don't laugh." Dennis whined and sat up to look into the eyeholes of the mask. He looked pathetic.

"Sorry baby." He lifted the mask a bit and pulled Dennis into a kiss and god damn. That was a wonderful kiss if Dennis ever had one. Dennis deepened the kiss by shoving his tongue into Mike's mouth, kissing him deeper and deeper until Dennis and Mike have swapped places and Dennis is straddling Mike's leg, Mike gripping Dennis's ass with one of his hands and his neck with the other.

Dennis pulled away and reached for the mask but Mike pulled away from his reach. "Please? Its so dark that I don't think I can see more than three feet in front of me." Dennis begged and pouted, making Mike sigh and pull the maask off. He is older, much older than Dennis. He blushed as he realized Dennis was staring at his face. Mike went to get up but Dennis took his hand and pulled him back down. He went back to his spot straddling his leg. "Stay." He stated.

"Fine." He kissed Dennis again and the sweet boy started to run his hands over the bulge. "God dammit hang on." He pulled away and quickly pushed his pants and then his boxers down to reveal eight inches of pure length. Dennis felt intimidated by it but Mike smiled. "Don't worry baby I'll open you up enough." Dennis went to speak but Mike kissed him. 

Mike pulled away to spit on his fingers. "Get on your knees. Put your ass in the air for me." Dennis crawled off Mike and stuck his ass in the air. "Good boy." He heard and that made him thank the lord he wore waterproof makeup because he would be crying. 

Mike ran his fingers over Dennis's hole before slowly pushing his pinky in. The gasp from Dennis made his stop moving. But Dennis spoke up. "You are good. I'm okay." He managed to say as tears pricked his eyes. 

"God are you a virgin? Not that I don't want that but give a guy some warning."

"I...I didn't want you to be turned off by that." Dennis spoke up. "And it didn't really come up." 

Mike chuckled. "I'm sorry I didn't ask. I'll be extra careful." He slowly pushed the rest of the finger inside his ass, smiling as Dennis took it a bit better. "Okay good job baby." He spoke sweetly. "God you are doing so good." He smirked when Dennis let out a cry as he pressed the tip of his ring finger into him. "Come on princess you are doing so good." Dennis moaned and Mike knew that it was because of his words. "Oh you like that? Princess." He chuckled when Dennis tried to push back on his fingers. "Okay okay be patient. Don't wanna break you."

Dennis whimpered. "Please I...God please daddy." Mike blushes. He's never been called that. Not by anyone ever.

"Okay okay princess." He pushed the second finger in and Dennis let out a sigh of relief. "Oh you need this don't you? What has you pent up?"

"I'm a...fuck yes right there." He whimpers when he feels Mike's fingers rub inside him. "I'm in college. God fuck I....medical school. Gonna be a- fuck fuck! Gonna be a doctor!" He moaned as he felt Mike's middle finger push into him. 

"Oh well guess you've met your match, princess. I am a doctor." He teased and made sure his third finger went all the way inside him. He looked at Dennis's face and noticed him panting heavy. "Do you need me to pull them out?"

"No no I just...I've never had sex before so I might be having an anxiety attack. I dunno. Its hard to tell as a med student. I always try diagnosing myself." 

"Stop stop." Mike pulled his fingers out and blushed when Dennis's hole gaped. "Fuck." He pulled Dennis up and held him in his lap with his legs across him. "Hey Princess you need to calm down okay? Its gonna be okay. I have a condom so we are gonna be as safe as possible and you are gonna get to lose your virginity on the sexiest night of the year." He tried to reasure him. Dennis nodded, weakly laughing. "There we go baby." He started to stroke him slowly. "Let me make you feel good." He kissed him and laid Dennis down on the bed, stroking him. 

Dennis watched Mike kiss his neck and thighs before Mike started to suck his cock. He blushed red watching it happen. "Oh my god." He covered his face with both hands from the nervousness. He was already dripping precum so he knew he was a goner already.

Mike looked up and sighed, taking off his stethoscope and using it to tie Dennis's wrists behind his back. "Bad boy. Just watch. Let me see your face." He smirked. "You taste so perfect." He kissed his thigh and went back to sucking him off. 

"Oh god daddy." He whimpered and squirmed as Mike sucked him harder and harder. 

"That's right. I'm your daddy princess." He pulled Dennis up by his ass to suck harder. Dennis was four inches hard but Mike knew how to make him feel good. He pushed his three fingers into his ass once more, flexing and stretching them. He felt Dennis's cock go soft and tasted salt. He pulled away and swallowed. "Good boy." He kissed his neck and smiled. "You still want me to fuck you?" Dennis nodded, whimpering. "Of course you do." He smiled and carefully pulled his fingers back out. He pulled a condom out of his scrub pocket and took it out, rolling it on carefully to make sure it didn't rip. He didn't have any diseases but he didn't want Dennis to worry about that since they would likely never meet again. Sure Dennis was a med student but it'd be July for the next round of students, nine months, and he would likely not remember this. 

"Please fuck me?" Mike looked up to see Dennis whimpering and begging so kindly. "I need it." He said softly, moving to be on his knees and looking into his eyes. Mike's face softened and he nodded, turning Dennis onto his stomach. 

"Brace yourself baby." He spoke and pushed into him, groaning at the somehow still so tight ass of this sweet boy. He held onto the stethoscope to hold Dennis up and smiled. he looked so pretty like this.

"daddy." Dennis choked out and Mike pulled him to press Dennis's back against his chest. "Wait." He whimpered. Mike kissed his neck and wiped his tears.

"I'll stay as still as you want, baby. Tell me when." He spoke and stayed like that until Dennis nodded. "Okay I'm about to move baby." He whispered and slowly pushed all the way into him. "That's it. There we go. Settle down baby I'm almost all the way in." He realized Dennis wouldn't be able to take it all and he just let that be. He kissed his shoulder. "I'm not gonna be able to be all the way in okay? I'm just too big right now." Fuck he made it sound like they'd fuck again.

"M-mhm. Okay." Dennis leaned back into Mike and smiled weakly. "I need you to keep going. Fuck me daddy." He begged and Mike waited only a minute before he put his hands onto Dennis's hips and started to bounce the male on his cock. He groaned into his ear and smiled. "God yes yes!" Dennis moaned and started to bounce with the movement. "Daddy don't stop!"

Mike nodded and kept going, kissing Dennis as much as he could. Dennis tasted like coconut and oranges and smelled like vanilla and, duh, sweat. Mike ran his tongue across Dennis's neck and chuckled when the male shivered. "God you are so delicious baby. Take it right there." He kept going. "I'm gonna cum baby. Are you ready for that?" Dennis nodded very fast. "Okay it won't be in you but it'll feel like it for maybe a moment I am gonna let you decide if I pull out or not."

Dennis tried to think but couldn't. "No. Don't please. Don't pull out!" He begged and whimpered. "Cum cum fuck I-" Dennis let out a cry as an orgasm ran through his body and Mike came into the condom. "Oh I..." Dennis tried to speak but he was so tired.

Mike kissed his temple and held him close. "Relax I'm here princess. Just nod or shake your head. Do you want me to lay you down?" Nod. "Do you want me to be here when you wake up?" Shrug. "Okay princess. Do you need anything?" Shrug again. He sighed. "Princess I am gonna make the decision to go once you're asleep. I have to work tomorrow and I don't want to sleep too much." He tucked Dennis into the bed, taking the shoes off the man. He threw the condom away and fixed his outfit. He put the mask back on but pulled it back up to kiss Dennis on the lips. "May we meet again, dear." He spoke sweetly before leaving.

July comes too fast for Dennis. He's terrified that he won't get the spot he wants but is amazed when they give him a spot that he hasn't heard of. He wore his new scrubs and looked in the mirror at his badge before he took a selfie and sent it to Brad, who ended up moving to Atlanta for the spring semester when he got placed at Emory. [First day! Miss you!] He sent it and put his phone away, walking into the ER.

Dr. Robby isn't paying attention as the new residents circle up and he begins talking. He stops when he sees the name Dennis on the list of newbies. He looks up and standing there, in the cutest scrubs ever, looking slightly uncomfortable in them, is his princess. "Holy shit."

"Hi I'm Dennis Whitaker. I'm one of the new residents." He smiled a bit awkwardly as he fiddled with his hands. 

Not new to Michael Robinavitch. Not new at all.

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"Stable!" Robby yelled as the pulse finally held on the patient they'd been trying to revive for five minutes. But Dennis doesn't stop doing chest compressions, he just keeps going. "Whitaker." He says, reaching out to the shaking doctor. "Whitaker?" He nudges Dennis. "Whitaker!" He finally yells and Dennis stops, shaking and panting as he looks at Robby. But Robby doesn't get to look in his eyes for long before Dennis collapses on the floor and Robby quickly gets down to help him. "Oh god no." Dennis was pale and shaky and his eyes were sunken in. Robby picked up Dennis and held him close to his chest. "I'm here Denny, I'm here." He put him on a bed and they started hooking him up to machines, Robby doing what he could to help.

It took six hours for Dennis to wake up, but when he did he was in a private room and there, in the chair next to his hospital bed sleeping, was Dr. Robby. Dennis smiled weakly and looked around at the room. He tried to sit up but it hurt to move so he just laid there. He looked at the doctor up and down slowly, trying to gague if he was truly sleeping or not. He spoke slowly. "Robby?" He whimpered at the pain in his face as he spoke. "R-Ro?" He spoke a bit louder, the doctor stirred a bit. "Robby-ah!" He cried out as he felt his jaw crack and in came Dr. Abbot. 

"Oh you're awake." He smiled at him softly. "Had us worried, Huckleberry." He joked and this made Dennis cringe. "I know I know the joke isn't funny. But its a joke." He walked over to inspect the monitors. 

"What...hap-"

"You passed out from malnutrition. I wanted to class it as starvation but Robby refused to let me. Because you wouldn't do that to yourself right, Huck?" Dennis didn't look at Abbot. "Huck...come on we're doctors why aren't you eating?"

"Because everytime I try to eat a trauma comes in and I can't eat when I get home because I don't have the energy and most stuff is closed or too far from my apartment to get on the way home. And I can't eat before my shift because I have to make sure I have everything together and ready to go." Dennis sighed. "I just wanted to save lives and now I had to have mine saved like an idiot."

"Huck, its been two months since you started here. You have to get a routine going. See if someone can make you food to eat on the way home, something." Jack left the room and Dennis looked at Robby, sighing.

"I know you're awake." He spoke softly. Robby looked up at Dennis with a sad smile.

"Why wouldn't you tell me?" He got up and walked over to him, sitting on the side of the bed. "You know I would make you something."

"When I was in pre-med, I ate once a day, sometimes every other day. No one noticed. And I was saving a lot of money. So I figured I could do it again. Save up."

"For what?"

Dennis sighs. "I wanted to buy you something nice for Christmas. I know you hate gifts but I wanted to get you a fitness watch. You are always complaining about your watch being wrong and being too lazy to change it. I also figured you'd like one because...I saw you looking for one a month ago."

"A month, how long have you been starving?"

"Um..." Dennis looked down at his hands. "I haven't eaten a real meal in..." He thought about it for a long time. "I don't know." He mumbled.

"Baby." Robby softly spoke and pulled him into a loose hug. "You can't eat right yet because you fell on your jaw when you fainted but the second they say you can eat again I am ordering us the best Chinese food money can buy." He spoke, making Dennis look at him with love in his eyes. He kissed his forehead. "And you need a lunch box. One that heats itself up. I will make us dinner and lunch and breakfast and all you have to do is eat. I will take you home so you can eat after a shift. But you should know they won't let you leave until you gain ten pounds. So prepare for lots of Jello."

"Is it-"

"The lime jello? Of course." Robby pulled two cups of lime jello from his pocket and a spoon. He opened one and started to feed Dennis.

Dennis laugh a bit as he was fed, laying in the hospital bed and getting tired. Dennis started to fall asleep and so Robby cut the bright lights off and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Rest easy, baby." 

"I love you, Mike." Dennis spoke before falling asleep, causing Robby to freeze from his walking. He looked at him and smiled. "I love you Denny." He whispered and left the room.

Abbot smiled as Robby walked over to the trash can. "Denny?"

"Shut it." Robby chuckled softly. 

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Michael steps into the warmth of Gina's Art Studio and sighs in relief as he shakes the snow off his boots and coat, setting his art bag down on a nearby table while he removes his snow gear. He was the first one here, and he usually was. He'd been coming to these classes for almost a year now, encouraged by Jack to get a hobby that didn't involve patients or a hospital room or anyone in healthcare. That sort of went sideways when Gina ended up in the hospital the same day Jack said that and offered him a discounted rate if he wanted to take her classes. Since January, every week on his off night, he attends a class and draws something brilliant. He's drawn through four sketchbooks that sit at home untouched and then also has drawn on napkins, his own arm, and the arm of the nearest person at the hospital when he's needing a brain break. Hell, Santos got his anatomical heart tattooed onto her shoulder after he drew it on her hand out of boredom. He was pretty proud of that. 

He sits down in his favorite spot and opens all his supplies: colored pencils, charcoal pencils, blending tools, pastels, lots of erasers, a drawing glove, and his newest addition, liner pens. He put the glove on, and Gina walked over with a mug of cocoa. "Oh, thanks, Gina. I didn't ask for this, though."

"Didn't have to. You always look so cold. Anything else I can do to warm you up?" She winks, and Mike swears he throws up in his mouth. 

"Um, no, no, I'm all good, Gina." He gets his phone out and texts Jack. 'Okay, I think she drugged my cocoa. Should I drink?' He sent the text along with a picture of the cocoa. He put down his phone and opened his sketchbook to its next clean page. He sets it on the easel and looks at the door as people come into the studio. There are only twelve people in the class, including Mike, so he is confused when someone enters and Gina ushers them into the back. Strange. He checks his phone and sees Jack sent a shrug emoji. This man and his too few words. Mike looked around for Gina and saw she wasn't around, so he 'accidentally' knocked the mug off his table, and it fell to the ground, shattering. He was not taking any chances.

Everyone rushes to clean up, and Gina rushes in, offended that the mug broke. "I'm so sorry, Gina. I was about to sip from it, and I knocked it over." He lied through his teeth, and Gina stopped being angry and walked over to him. God no. While she had been back there, she clearly sprayed her perfume all over her body and probably some in her mouth too because she reeked of it. Mike backed up and held up his hands. "Please don't come into my space."

Someone finally raised their hand to ask a question. "Why are we in a circle? Are we not doing more building sketches?"

"Oh god no, Ursula. We are very lucky because this week is our live model class! We found a very kind young man who was willing to sit for us and then my next class too!" But the information about the live model class was on the poster that was emailed out. Mike shrugged at the words and then turned back to his paper, dating and pre-signing it while Gina talked about the model. "He's a very kind young man; he is a doctor—well, he's becoming one—and he loves to help." Duh, all doctors do is help. And if they don't, they should die. That was a dark thought from his brain. He shook his head. "His name is Dennis." 

Mike's eyes widened at the name. It couldn't be. No. No way. That wouldn't be the reason Denny cancelled their date tonight after the class, would it? Oh god, please don't let this be nude modeling either; Denny wouldn't forgive him. The door to the back opens, and the model steps out and onto the podium. Mike stays looking at his paper, refusing to look at the model. 

"Hi." Shit. Mike looks up and comes face-to-face with his boyfriend, who is wearing a hoodie, a sweater, sweatpants, and what Mike knows are thermal pants underneath as well as fuzzy socks and some boots. He smiled a bit seeing how warm he tried to be. It had been a hard winter already, and it was only November. 

Dennis looks around but stops on Mike and tries to hide his reaction. He softly waves and sits on the stool behind him. He doesn't pose; he just sits on the podium and opens an app on his phone, which Mike knows is TikTok when Denny puts his headphones on. He knows he does this to ignore the outside world and watch people in short-form videos on his phone. Mike takes a close look at him and then starts sketching the second Gina starts the massive timer on her desk. She sits behind it laughing loudly at something, but no one dares question what it is. Mike sketches through the lines and shapes of his boyfriend, his mind wandering to this morning.

"Oh fuck, fuck yes! Good boy, fuck yeah. Suck harder, baby. God, take this cock like a fucking champ, don't you!"

His eyes widen as he returns to reality and continues to draw. He feels the stench of that wretched perfume getting stronger when Gina stands right behind him, making him gag a little, and only Denny notices. He snickers but covers it up by pretending to sneeze. "Sorry, guys." He apologizes sweetly.

Gina stands right on top of Mike, basically, shoving her tits in his direction while he tries to avoid them, and she gasps at his picture, which is still just lines and shapes and a very detailed face sketch. "OH DAHLING, THIS IS ART!" She speaks in her fake British accent, which she does too often, and goes to another person's drawing, not giving as much praise. Denny and Mike make eye contact, and both fake coughs to laugh at that interaction. Mike grabs his phone and opens his camera to take a picture of Denny when Gina comes over and takes his phone. "Oh no, we must use only our eyes. One day these phones will be no more, and we will have to return to pencil and paper."

"Gina, give me my phone." Mike got up and walked after her to get his phone, but he stopped after he realized she was trying to lead him to the back. He just sat down, phoneless, and continued to draw. He noticed Gina go in the bathroom with his phone and sighed, hoping she wouldn't go through anything and knowing he'd have to delete a lot of photos. He wanted to get Gina shut down, but this was the only art studio that didn't charge an arm and a leg to take one class. If she did that, it would make Oliver's prosthetic limbs even funnier than he always made them.

The timer goes off, and Gina comes back, setting down Mike's phone and going to cut the timer off, which makes Denny get up and grab the phone, rushing to hand it over. Mike smiles a bit and thanks him silently before Denny sits back down. Gina hadn't noticed that. She walked around and pointed to everyone's art, mentioning what they could work on and what they did great in. But she overexaggerated Mike's. He finally realizes he drew Denny in his work clothes, not his now clothes. Mike facepalmed and turned the drawing to show Denny, who smiled. 

"Hey, that's me." He walked over. "You even got my badge right." He didn't realize people were staring. "Can we hang this at home?" People gasp, and Denny realizes he's a little louder than he means to be.

"You live together?" Gina asks, looking between them. Mike smiled and looked at Denny.

"He's my boyfriend. My sneaky boyfriend but mine." Mike kissed his cheek and held Denny close. "We absolutely can. But I want to draw myself next to you." He chuckled, and the others walked over to look, Denny introducing himself to the classmates.

When everyone leaves, Mike pulls Denny into a corner. "Baby...why are you doing this?"

"Existing or...?" Denny tries to joke, even doing finger guns.

"Modeling. I love you, and you're beautiful, but still, you do know we have the money, right?"

Denny sighed. "I know, I know. But...I wanted to get you a Christmas gift, and I was trying to save up for us to go on a trip, and I mean, that's why I'm not available as much anymore. Because people are hiring me all the time. Someone hired me to go to their kid's baseball game on Saturday morning because they can't go and wanted their kid to know someone cared. Which is sad but still."

Mike sighed. "I'm going to go home and start on dinner. And then after dinner you and I are going to talk about your trip idea. And then we are going to have stellar sex. Text me when you get done, and I will order you an Uber home. And I will make sure they don't bother you so you can watch your videos and stuff. I love you."

"I love you too." Denny stood on his tiptoes to kiss Mike, making them both giggle when their noses bumped. "Boop." He smiled, and Mike cupped his cheek, dipping him down to kiss him again.

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Michael scoffed as he fixed his tie three times in the stupid mirror of the hotel room bathroom. He didn't know why everyone rented hotel rooms but he decided it would be better if he decided to get drunk. If. He threw his tie down and pressed his thumb and pointer finger against the bridge of his nose. "I am going to fucking kill someone if this tie doesn't go on." 

"Hang on." Jack walks into the bathroom and takes the tie. "What did you ever do without me?"

"Not wear ties that is for fucking sure. I mean I didn't even want to come to this bullshit event." Jack laughed. "What?"

"You know why you're coming." Jack teased. "The cute little MS4..." He teased and walked to the big mirror in the hotel room. He adjusted his suit jacket and the cufflinks, making Dr. Robby roll his eyes.

"God you are insufferable."

"You used to love me. Remember?" Michael looks at his ex and smiles. 

"Yeah. But you slept with an intern, not me." Michael laughed and then walked out of the room, hearing Jack argue. "Good luck." He mumbled and headed to the elevator. 

He pressed the down button and stared at the elevators in front of him. He heard footsteps and didn't turn to look at who it was until they spoke. "H-hey Dr. Rob- Michael." Shit.

Michael looked to see...HOLY FUCK. Dennis was wearing a very nice....very tight suit, no jacket though. "Hello Dennis." He nodded at the young man, trying to look away from him. But he just couldn't. Dennis stepped forward and pressed the down button again. 

"How are you doing tonight? I saw Dr. Abbot- Jack go into your room earlier."

"Oh he was helping me figure out my tie. I was not having luck."

"Ah." Dennis had on a navy blue dress shirt, a black vest, tie, pants, and shoes. But a piece of red fabric showed. His socks were red.

"Interesting sock choice." Dennis had a confused look on his face until he looked down at his feet.

"Oh god. I could've sworn...I'm sorry. I kinda...didn't look at what I packed for this." Dennis's cheeks went the same color as the socks. It made Michael chuckle.

"I believe it." Michael lifted his pants and showed him he himself was wearng a pair of socks with Santa's on them. "I didn't unfold the socks." He smiled.

"Thanks. Solidarity helps." Dennis furrowed his brow. "Why is the elevator taking so long?"

"It could be down, lets take the stairs." Dennis nodded and followed a step or two behind Michael to the first floor. Michael approached the front desk. "Hello your ellevators are taking some time to reach the fifth floor. I just wanted to tell you." The staff thank him and he goes back to Dennis to lead him to the room their Christmas party was in. They walk in to find everyone dancing or talking. Melissa is sitting alone with headphones on and it makes Dennis smile, walking away from Michael to go sit with her.

Michael walks to the crowd and laughs as he notices Heather and Dana wore the same outfit on accident. They're both laughing and showing everyone. Heather notices Michael and walks up to him, hugging him and giving him a glass of soda. "Heather! Merry christmas!" He spoke and then hugged Dana. "Merry Christmas Dana." he looks around and notices the lack of Javadi and Shamsi. "Are the mother daughter duo joining us?"

"No." Dana sighed. "Apparently Victoria forgot to give her mom the invite. Silly girl. but that means Mateo isn't coming. Something about solidarity." Michael makes an 'ah' noise and then hears laughter which makes him look and see Dennis and Melissa pointing at each other's phones and laughing. "They look so happy."

Michael looks at Dana. "What?"

"They're such a cute couple."

Everyone stares at Dana, including Heather. "They literally couldn't be more incompatible. What makes you think...?" Dana shrugs and everyone forgets that topic as everyone starts drinking. Michael grabs two extra glasses of champagne and walks over to the pair in the corner. He holds up drinks. "I come with gifts." He sets down the glasses and sits next to Dennis, getting a good look at how the pants fit him. They fit good! You can see his thighs clench and the very large impression in his pants. This makes Michael blush and Melissa cocks a brow at him but he shakes it off. 

"So what did you do for Secret Santa?" Melissa asks Dennis. Fuck Secret Santa, that's right. Michael had gotten Dennis and had completely forgotten to get him something. 

"Well I can't tell you guys. What if you tell my person?" He crosses his arms and god that shirt flexes with him. Michael coughs and nods.

"Yeah can't chance it, Melissa." Dennis nods and smiles at Michael, that sweet small smile that makes his heart melt. 

"Well I got Heather. I think I got her the best gift. A free massage and a $40 gift card to her favorite coffee place." She smiled. "I hope you got your secret gifteds something good."

"Oh yeah I got mine something so good it would put a million dollars to shame." Michael laughed, trying to lie his way out of this. 

"Mine isn't that good but mine is pretty god." Dennis smiled that stupid half smile that Michael fell in love with originally. 

"Okay. I'm gonna go get drunk." Michael spoke and Dennis got up.

"I need to as well. I am a bit too sober right now." He flattened his pants on his legs which was a waste of movement since they conformed to his legs so tightly. Michael looked away when Dennis looked at him and they walked to the bar. "I'll do a vodka cranberry and Dr- Michael what would you like? I'll pay for this one."

Michael looked at the alcohol they had. "Oh well I guess a vodka lemonade." Michael shrugged and put his hands in his back pockets of his pants. He looked down and noticed the watch on Dennis's wrist. "Where's that from?"

Dennis holds up the simple watch with brown leather band. "Well I turn 27 in a few days so I bought myself a birthday gift. It's nothing crazy, just a watch." 

"Oh really? Why did you put that on your-" He covered his mouth.

"My what? My secret santa slip? Oh you got me?! Oh thats so exciting." Dennis smiled and giggled like a child. "I'm gonna tell you that I got you and I hope my gift is good enough." 

One drink turns into two which turns into four which turns into Dennis and Michael on the dance floor singing along VERY drunk. The time reached 10 pm and both men were severely drunk, Dennis a lot more than Michael but STILL! 

Heather laughed as she pushed them into the elevator which apparently had a broken panel on the 5th floor. She pressed the five button and then close door button before walking back to the party. Michael and Dennis started to dance in the elevator and ended up stumbling out of it. They both laugh as Dennis runs into the railing of the hallway and Michael gets into his room, pulling Dennis inside. When they got inside, they immediately stopped laughing and both fully sobered up. And then they burst into laughter.

"Oh my god I can't believe it took them that long to tell us to go to bed!" Dennis laughs, acutally a little drunk. He looks as Michael and notices he's sitting on one of the beds. "Michael?" He walks over. 

Michael looks into his eyes and smiles. "You know I could feel it the whole time?" His smile turned into a smirk as his eyes trailed down Dennis's body. Dennis squirmed a bit and covered his crotch. "You are such a naughty boy." He joked. "But I am still gonna give you the best Christmas gift you will ever get. On your knees." Dennis sinks to the floor, staring up at Michael with a longing he'd never seen till now. "God don't you look so pretty?" He chuckled.

Dennis whimpered. "Dr. Robby please." The use of his official doctoral name turned him on.

"Jesus Christ Whitaker you can't say that and expect me to keep calm."

"Please." He begged, his eyes pleading.

"Strip," Dennis stands quickly and tries to almost rip his clothes off but Michael speaks again, "ah ah ah. Slower." Dennis whimpers and starts with his shoes, putting them next to the other bed. His bright red socks make Michael laugh a bit. "God you were right, they're like stoplights." he chuckled. "Take the watch off. Don't wanna ruin your birthday gift." Dennis sets his watch on the desk in the room. "The vest next. Slowly." Dennis unbuttons the vest and then slides it off, tossing it onto the other bad. Michael moans a bit. "God you look so fucking good Dennis." This makes the MS4 blush and go for his belt. "Yes yes take the belt off and then take off your tie but hand that to me." Dennis hands over his tie and puts his belt on the other bed as well. "The shirt last." Dennis unbuttons the pants and they slide off very slowly, Dennis bending over to get them off. He steps out of them and hides his boner from the older man. "Nope. Uncover it or hand me the belt too, princess." That makes Dennis blush harder and then he uncovers his bulge that is so visible in the very cartoony boxers he had on. They said Santa Baby on the ass cheeks and there was a chimney printed right were Dennis's cock was and it said 'cum down my chimney tonight' on the leg next to the print. Michael laughed softly but then saw Dennis try to cover up.

He grabbed his hand. "hey no no its a funny joke I'm not laughing at you." He kissed his knuckles and pulled Dennis into his lap, unbuttoning his shirt for him. "God you looked so good tonight." He smiled up at the other who seemed to be blushing.

"Thank you. You look wonderful yourself. But why would I be naked if you are still in clothing?"

Michael laughs softly. "Oh yes silly me let me undress." He throws Dennis onto the bed and lets the man watch him undress. Dennis's shirt ends up on the floor next to Michael's other clothes save for the shirt and tie which Dennis helps him undo and then puts it with the other tie. "Oh good idea." He tossed his shirt to the ground finally and pulled Dennis into a long slow kiss. "Mmm fuck yeah." He pulls away and puts Dennis on his back on the bed. "Don't touch anything." He pushes Dennis's legs apart and kisses up them slowly. "Oh you are a good boy." The praise makes Dennis whimper. "You best be good or I can suck you off." Dennis agrees with a huff and Michael kisses the fabric around his cock, teasing him until Dennis begs for it.

"Oh please please Dr. Robby I need you to fuck me." He begs and looks at the doctor with pleading eyes. Michael nods and pulls the boxers off, letting a six inch cock free that is very desperate for attention. Michael takes his own boxers off and Dennis gasps at the cock before him. "You....you..."

"Are at least three inches bigger? Good observation." Michael takes Dennis's hand and uses it to stroke himself, moaning. "Such small hands. Don't stop touching. Not until my cock is inside you." Michael notices the anxiety and decides to help him. "I'll finger you open for me but after that I show no mercy. Okay?" Dennis nods quickl, clearly wanting to see him lose control in the bedroom. Dennis lets out cries and moans as Michael puts one...three....and then his whole fist inside of him, making him cry and whimper but Michael's reassurance calms him everytime. "You are such a good boy." Michael speaks as he pulls out his fist and then lines up. "Ready? The stop word is stop."

Dennis nods but Michael doesn't move, making Dennis whine. "Yes please please I need it." Dennis's hands grab Michael's shoulders but he seizes his moment and uses both ties to 1) gag Dennis and 2) tie his wrists together. He laughs a bit as Dennis struggles before fucking him. Dennis moans and begs and his first orgasm is matched by Michael's but then Michael goes for round two, three, four. Before round five can start, Dennis finally manages to spit the tie at him.  "Stop." He begs. Michael immediately pulls out and lays him down. 

"I'm so sorry did I hurt you?" Michael runs a hand over Dennis's body before untying his wrists. "I didn't bruise you did I? God I hope not." He whispered.

"N-No. Was...perfect gift. Hurting. Tired." Michael smiles softly.

"I'll wash you up. You sleep." It was, indeed, a very eventful party.

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Dennis spends all day moving in and unpacking, not stopping until almost 1 am. He checked his phone and swore to himself. He'd promised his mama he'd call her when he got to his new place. He quickly dialed her number and held the phone to his ear. Texas was a one-hour time difference, so he hoped she wouldn't be too mad.

"DENNIS LUTHER WHITAKER, HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?!"

"Mama I am so sorry I forgot, and I was so busy unpacking I thought it was like 8 pm. I'm so sorry, Mama. I just finished."

The line silenced a little. "Okay. Well, you call me when you wake up. Because I need to know my son wasn't ax murdered in his new apartment."

"Mama, I told you they don't have ghosts here, and they have a really nice nursing program."

"My son the nurse." She smiled through the phone. "I miss you, baby."

Dennis teared up a bit. "I miss you too, Mama. I'm going to go on to bed now. I love you. Goodnight." He hung up and sat on his bed, crying into his hands until he fell asleep. He wakes up at 4 am to the sound of crying and jumps out of bed to find the crying, but it isn't until he looks through his whole apartment that he remembers he has no children. He realizes it's coming from next door. He grabs a blanket and walks out into the hallway, knocking on the next door that the crying is clearly coming from. 

He knocks harder until the door is opened to reveal a very disheveled man holding a wailing child. "I know, I'm so sorry, Glor—oh." He stops and cocks a brow at Dennis. "Hi. You must be my new neighbor; we heard you moving it. Look, Teagan, it's our new neighbor." The crying child sniffles, and she looks at me. Oh, she's precious. 

"Hi, I, um... I heard the crying I wanted to know how I could help?"

"It's nothing. Her nightlight in her room cuts off after a certain time. So she wakes up, she cries, I can't put her back to bed. Its a routine."

"Well...my name is Dennis. And yeah I moved in next door. Hi Teagan. Are you scared of the dark? Me too." Teagan sniffled and looked at her father before looking at Dennis. "Its okay. You know, I have a nightlight in my apartment. Its a battery operated. If you don't mind I'd love to give it to her." 

The man looked at his crying daughter. "Would you like that Teag?" The little girl nods and hides her face in his neck. Dennis nods and runs to his apartment before coming back with the nightlight, a small moon light. 

"Here you go. The batteries are button batteries so put it where she can't get it." Dennis smiled. "You are so pretty Teagan. You remind me of a Barbie doll. So kind and pretty and loves cuddles with her daddy." 

Teagan giggles and hides her face again before looking at Dennis, making him laugh. "What are you in the city for?"

"Oh um...nursing. I'm gonna be a nurse."

"Oh. I'm a doctor at the nearby hospital. So if you need a residency, I got you." Dennis smiled and nodded. 

"Thanks. Have a good night Teagan." Dennis went to his room and went baack to sleep.

Dennis had been trying to find his key for well over ten minutes and finally gave up balancing all the groceries in his arms and set them down, investigating his key. He'd been living in the apartment for three months now and everything calmed down and he had a spot at the hospital his neighbor worked at.

"Mr. Dennis!" He looked up and smiled when he saw the lively Teagan running to him. He put his keys down and picked her up, hugging her. "I got to draw at school today and I drew you!" Michael, Teagan's dad, handed him a picture that looked like Dennis in scrubs. 

"Oh I love it. It's gonna go on my fridge with all the other pictures." He put her down and went back to looking for his key.

"Missing something?"

"My um...apartment key I can't remember what it looks like." Dennis sighed. "I was gonna do a really nice thing for dinner, and...it's just draining my energy now." Dennis gasps when Michael reaches into his hand and lifts up the apartment key clearly labeled with his apartment number on it. "Oh...that's what it looked like. Okay, um...thanks," he blushed. "Would you want to have dinner with me tonight? The guy I was supposed to have dinner with cancelled." 

"Again? I swear you need to stop trying dating apps, Denny. You are going to end up sad and lonely."

"Yeah! Just date my daddy!" Teagan's comment makes both men blush and look away from each other. "You like my daddy, and my daddy likes you! So be happy!"

Dennis looked at Michael as he opened the door. "Do you?"

"Um...to which part?" Michael was suddenly very interested in his own keys.

"Like me?" Dennis blushed darker.

"Yeah." Michael smiled a bit. "If that is okay."

"That's perfect." Dennis leaned up and kissed his cheek before bringing in his groceries. "Dinner is at 6." He stated before shutting the door. "Holy shit."

Michael looked at Teagan. "Looks like we have a date to dress up for, little lady."

"Yay!"

Teagan was asleep on the couch while Dennis tried to stay awake to do his schoolwork and finish his work. Michael walked up and sat next to him, kissing his cheek. "What's going on, Den?"

"I'm so tired, but this is due in two hours, and I didn't finish it yet."

"Den, you know—"

"I know I should've done it sooner, but I couldn't find everything and had to make sure I was grabbing the right stuff, and now Dr. Abbot's mad at me because I almost passed out yesterday." Michael straightened up.

"You what?"

"Yeah, my... I passed out in the middle of my shift. So embarrassing." He sighed. "I'm sorry. I just forgot to eat and sleep, and we just lost a patient, and it hurt." Dennis teared up, crying into Michael's chest.

"I'm here, Den. Let me help you, and we can go to bed." 

"Okay. Only if you promise to make breakfast in the morning."

"Of course, baby."

"So you like boys?" Teagan asked softly. "And you like boys?" She started writing things down in her rainbow kitty notebook using a purple crayon. "And you both like each other." She circled something several times. "And people who like each other move in together. So that's why Mr. Dennis is moving in with us?"

Michael nodded. "Precisely. And it makes more sense. There's no pretty princess wallpaper in Mr. Dennis's apartment." Teagan gasped. "Yeah. So we have to make him sparkle."

"Oh, I don't know about that." Dennis blushed. "I, um...I need to go to the bathroom." Dennis got up and ran into the bathroom. He hid behind the door and locked it, ripping his scrub top off and throwing it to the floor. He started to claw at his binder-covered chest, trying to get it off so he could breathe. He had been wearing it too often and too long to be deemed safe.

There was a knock on the bathroom door, but Dennis kept pulling his binder off. He finally got it off and hit the floor, crying and hyperventilating as he rocked back and forth. "No no no." He mumbled.

The door burst open, and it was Michael. He saw Dennis and turned to Teagan. "Hey, princess, go sit in the living room; Daddy needs to help Mr. Dennis breathe."

"Okay." She went into the living room, and Michael shut the door behind himself. He pulled Dennis into his lap and rocked him slower than he rocked himself. 

"Hey. Denny, breathe. I'm right here. Breathe." He ran through breathing exercises and kissed his face all over until he calmed down. "There we go. I'm right here." He ran a hand through his hair. "What are you hiding?" He moved one of Dennis's hands and saw his breasts. Bruised, and likely his lungs were damaged. "Oh, sweet boy." He held him while he cried. "Don't you worry. I'm not any less attracted to you, sweet boy." He spent almost fifteen minutes letting him cry until he calmed down. "There we are, baby." He pulled away slowly. "You know what that does to your lungs, pup." He stood up and went to the binder, examining it. "This is also a size too small. We'll buy you a bigger one." 

Dennis didn't understand how he was so calm, but that helped him calm down. He put his arms back in front of his breasts, and Michael sighed, pulling off his shirt and handing it to Dennis. "Wear it. At least for today." Dennis slowly took it and put it on. It was just big enough. "I need to examine you, baby." He put Dennis on the counter and went to get the first aid kit.

He came back and bandaged the injuries Dennis visibly had. He didn't say anything unless Dennis spoke. "What's wrong?" "You have small lacerations all around your torso where, I'm guessing, the binder dug into your body." "Are you mad?" "A little, but I am absolutely okay with you being trans." "Why?" "Because I know what it's like to be different." He stood up. "I had scoliosis for a long part of my childhood. I had surgeries, and in high school, I finally had a straight spine." "Really?" "Can't tell now, can you?" "No."

Dennis started to smile as he ran his fingers over the surgery scar that Michael had. "It's beautiful."

"You're handsome." Michael turned around and kissed him deeply. "My good boy." Dennis blushed. "This doesn't mean we have to have sex, by the way. I will wait forever if you ask me to."

It'd been three years. Dennis officially had the RN title after busting his ass, and Michael was still a wonderful doctor, but he became a family doctor.

Dennis sighed as he walked into the house with Teagan. "Daddy!" She and Dennis yell at the same time. Michael pokes his head out of the kitchen and smiles. Dennis runs at him and jumps into his boyfriend's arms. "I win!" He cheered. 

Teagan pouted. "No fair! You have long legs, Papa!" 

"Aww well, I still win. What are you making for dinner?"

"Well, I was actually thinking that Teagan could go see Auntie Dana for the weekend, and Daddy and Papa are going to have a weekend together. Okay, T?" Teagan smiled and nodded. "Go get packed."

"God, it's hard to believe she'll be eight in October." Dennis smiled and stood up. 

"I know. Hard to believe you turn 30 soon too." Dennis groaned at the age reminder. "What? I can't love my much younger boyfriend for having the gall to put up with me?"

"No, because this man is almost 30 and..." He turned around and looked at Michael, whispering, "He is ready to have sex with his boyfriend." Michael blushed, and they both kissed each other deeply.

"Good." Michael whispered and set Dennis on the counter. "You are gonna be the best."

"I already am, though, my love." Dennis teased and kissed him again. "God you want me to fall apart?"

"Not yet. Not where Teagan will hear." Those words made Dennis wanna squirm and he did. "Oh. You like that idea. Maybe not Teagan but the neighbors. They'll hear you scream and beg."

"Why do you do this to me when we can't do much."

"I can do plenty." Michael ran a hand over his thighs. "I know exactly how to make you beg. And I haven't even hear you beg yet." He teased.

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Dennis was fiending lately and he had no idea why. Any chance he could, he would feed. Did he wish it could be a more humane way? Oh absolutely, but until he finds a more humane way he is feeding from corpses. He is feeding from one in what he thought was the privacy of the morgue when Robby comes in looking for him.

"Whitaker are you in- HOLY SHIT!" Dennis jumps up and covers his mouth, trying to hide his fangs. He started to tear up from fear. "Whitaker are you...drinking from our corpses?" Dennis looked up in shock. "Yeah, I know. I knew the second you walked in. I don't know how but I did."

Dennis dropped his hand and sighed. "I'm sorry. I've just been...really hungry lately. And I don't know how to fix it. I'm sorry."

"Whitaker..." Robby walked over and grabbed a rag, holding his face in his hand, cleaning the blood from his face. "You are a messy eater." 

"I know." He blushed, looking at Robby's neck and watching a vein throb. It was like it was calling to him. "You...you need to go."

"I can't. You need to eat or you could eat a patient. So," he sits on a bench, "feed from me." He started to take off his jacket and placed a towel around his neck. 

"Wh-What?"

"You heard me, Whitaker, feed from me. I am not going to be angry or cry. I promise. I've had worse happen." Dennis laughed softly. "Wanna prove me wrong, fang boy?" Dennis stood up straight and walked over to Robby, lowering his head and breathing in the...fear? Excitement? Enjoyment? What was this? He shrugged and then took hold of Robby's shoulder and pushed his head away. His teeth sunk in so easily and the warm blood flowed into his mouth. 

Robby let out a moan and Dennis decided he liked that, feeding from him more. He presses his tongue against spaces and Robby moans again, gripping Dennis's hip tighter. "Fuck~" He moaned and blushed. "Come on Whitaker I know you must be starving. Don't stop." Robby was right about that. Dennis hadn't fed from a human since he started med school. Four years of blood alternative searching, breaking into morgues, using the morgues in his rotation hospitals, god it felt so good to have real, true, flowing blood. Especially from his boss who seemed to really like it.

Dennis stopped feeding after a few minutes and pulled away. "I'm so sorry." He tried to say, but before he could speak he was pulled down into Robby's lap. "Dr. Robby, I-" 

"Do not apologize. You need to feed, you call me. Got it?"

Dennis nodded and then started to clean Dr. Robby's neck up, covering the bite with a bandage. "We should get up there."

"We should." Robby ran a hand over Dennis's scrub pants. "But now you need a different fix." Dennis blushed when he felt the long thick fingers of his boss run over his bulge. "If you do good the rest of shift, I'll give it to you." He made Dennis horny. So horny that if they didn't move as fast as they had, they would have had sex in the morgue next to this bloodlet body.

It was the end of shift and Dennis was standing in the bathroom trying to look at himself in the mirror. 

"Thought you would be invisible." Dennis looked to see Robby standing there.

"No. Just a little transparent. Hard to see myself when its too dark but now I've gotten used to it." Robby went to his locker and opened it, starting to change. Dennis couldn't help but stare at the man in the reflection. Tall, broad shoulders, gorgeous. Oh yes, Dennis would get used to- OKAY! Dennis hid his face from Dr. Robby the second he pulled his pants off. Dennis went into the bathroom and stood in the handicap stall for a good few minutes, trying to rearrange himself. 

There was a knock on the bathroom door. "Whitaker?" It was Robby. God even the man's name coming from his boss's mouth made him moan. "Whitaker are you okay in there?" Dennis started to palm himself through his sweatpants. "Unlock the stall please so I know you're okay." Dennis pulled his hand away and unlocked the stall, stepping out. "Sorry."

"No no don't apologize. Go you Gen Z and your constant apologies who told you you had to apologize for everything you did?" Dennis didn't answer, biting his lip. "Stop that you'll end up feeding from yourself." He placed a hand on his shoulder and lead him to the parking garage.

"Where are we going?"

"My place. Because I know you definitely are hungry again. Everytime blood spilled in the hospital I had to hold you back like a kid trying to get some candy. You are going to feed as often and as much as you want." He found his car and let Dennis go, unlocking it and opening the passenger door. "Here you go." He helped Dennis in and then got in on the driver side, buckling up. "Buckle up." He started to drive before Dennis did as he told him.

The drive was only twenty minutes and, the second they got inside, Robby had Dennis against a wall, kissing him rough. "Mmmm Dr. Robby wait." Dennis pushed the older man back a bit. "I...I've never had...it before." He blushed red. 

"Oh well tonight will be it for your virginity then, fang boy." Robby had used the nickname multilple times during shift so he'd gotten used to the new nickname. Dennis swallowed in anticipation as Robby took his shoes off. "Shoes."  He pointed to Dennis's sneakers which were quickly removed, and that made Robby chuckle. "God are you that desperate?" That hurt his feelings a bit but he said nothing. Dr. Robby noticed though. "Hey, I wasn't saying that as an insult I'm so sorry."

Dennis nodded. "Although, the statement is true." Dennis took the older man's hand and pressed it against his bulge, whimpering as his eyes closed and his head fell back a bit. 

"Oh wow. You really need me." Robby picked Dennis up carefully, grunting a bit. Curse his old knees. He carried him to his bedroom and dropped him onto it. He slowly got naked which Dennis took as an invite to do the same. Dennis quickly unzipped his jacket, throwing it to the floor, and then his shirt, and then his sweats, and now he was left in his boxer shorts, trying to make sure he did this correctly. Robby turned around from his undressing and smiled. "Wow. Don't you look ready?" He pulled Dennis to his feet and twirled him a bit. "You ever touched yourself?"

"Ye-yes sir." Dennis spoke, looking at the ground. 

"Ooh I like that. Say it again."

"Sir?" Dennis noticed the smirk on Robby's face and smiled a bit, trying to hide his begging fangs. 

"Open your mouth." Dennis did so, reluctantly, and Robby pushed his thumb into his mouth, running it over the young man's fangs. "Wow." He whispered and then placed his thumb on top of his tongue. "Do you moan loud?" Dennis shrugged. "Oh I am gonna break you in nicely. But first." 

Dennis's heart rate sped up as Robby took the bandage off his neck. Dennis's eyes darkened and before he was given permission, he quickly latched onto the doctor's neck. Robby picked him up and let him do that, sitting on the bed. He took his own boxers off before Dennis's, sucking on two fingers before pushing them inside to open him up. He felt Dennis feed harder and that made Robby groan. "Oh fuck yeah come on feed off of me."

"I'm fucking trying." Dennis moaned through his action. "Fuck so much."

"God you just needed someone to fuck you didn't you?" Robby chuckled and made sure Dennis was opened up enough before lining up. "You ready to lost this virginity?" Dennis nodded, slowing down his feeding. "Almost full aren't you?" Dennis nodded again but let out a gasp when Robby pushed his cock inside him. Some blood dropped onto Robby's chest and stomach and Dennis quickly went after it, licking it up and then returning to the injury.

It took a while but Dennis was finally full. Of blood and Robby's cock. He was trying to apply a bandage to his neck while Robby moved him along his cock. It was so hard to concentrate but, somehow, he did it. He finished bandaging him up and looked up at Robby. 

Robby let out a low chuckle. "I'm gonna have to carry wipes on me at all times aren't I, fang boy?" Dennis moaned at the nickname and blushed when Robby's fingers started to stroke him slowly. "Oh yeah there we go." He smirked and leaned up, kissing Dennis. Dennis's body tensed up a bit and he looked into his eyes. "You ready to get fucked properly?" Dennis nodded and Robby moved a bit quicker, pulling out of Dennis and pushing him into the sheets. He put a pillow under Dennis's hips and smiled as he lined back up. "Breathe in." Dennis did so. "Breathe out." Dennis gasped through his breath because Dr. Robby pushed back inside Dennis during it. 

"F-Fuck oh god Dr. Robby." He hears the older man chuckle.

"You can call me that all you want. But you should find a new name for me. Don't want you getting hard at the hospital saying it." Robby started to thrust.

"Already fucking do. Can't help it." Dennis moaned and pressed back into Robby, making the older pin his hips down.

"No. Don't move." Robby spoke and, finally, started to fuck Dennis properly. Dennis covered his mouth as fast as he could but it was impossible, blushing and squirming. He finally stopped covering his mouth when Robby pried his hands away from his face. "Don't fucking silence yourself. I wanna hear how good I make you feel, fang boy." Robby's use of the term made Dennis's eyes roll back a little. Now that nickname would be purely sexual. Oh god. 

Dennis came on the bed after a few thrusts but Robby wasn't done yet. He talked Dennis through his orgasm, whispering things like 'so good' and 'your ass got tighter when you came baby' and that all made Dennis so glad to hear. The praise was a big thing.

Robby thrusted a bit faster to chase his own orgasm and, at last, came deep inside Dennis. "Oh fuck yeah. That felt..."

"Perfect." Dennis managed to say, smiling back at Robby.

"Yeah. Perfect. Now let me go start the tub, you stay here. I mean it." He pulled out slowly and rubbed the remaining cum on his ass before going and starting the hot water in his tub. He got out some nice washes and such and went to get Dennis. He stopped when he saw he had fallen asleep in the bed. "Aww." He went and got himself washed before deciding to wash Dennis himself. The sheets could be washed later like he had planned before he found out his resident was feeding so sadly. 

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Dennis didn't start noticing the coincidences until the fifth occurrence. Creepy notes taped to his apartment door, photos of himself and Robby around the hospital, and even one of Dennis lounging in his apartment. Dennis finally had enough and bought cameras for not only the inside of his apartment but also his front door.

He was working at the hospital when he would get the alerts, but he wouldn't check until after his shift, when he realized that it was a neighbor or his Amazon packages. 

He thought everything would calm down, but one night Robby and Dennis are at his apartment watching a movie and painting each other's nails with the most hospital-approved colors. 

"No, no, you don't get it This movie is about a whole other guy. You can't possibly think this guy and Nancy are related."

"Well, I'm sorry, but if something like that happened in my house, I would demolish it!" Dennis sits up straighter, which makes the polish smudge, and both men groan. 

"You ruined it, Den!" Robby fake argued.

Dennis smiled. "I did not." They moved close to each other, and just as they were about to kiss, Denny looked in his mirrors and screamed, jumping up from the couch. Because there in the reflection was a masked man.

Robby looked at Dennis. "Baby, are you okay?" He turned, and no one was there now. "What's wrong?"

"Okay, um, so I haven't been totally honest with you. I have been getting stalked for the past like...four months, and the guy just won't go away. But I've never seen him before. He's in my apartment. Oh god." Dennis went to his kitchen, and sitting there on his kitchen island is the man.  The...familiarly shaped man. Oh god, no. "Langdon!?"

He pulled off the mask, and there was the biggest reveal since Jon Snow died in GOT. "Hello, you sad excuse of a replacement."

Robby came in and stopped when he saw Langdon. "What are you doing here?"

"Well...it all started about the same time Dennis started." He pointed what was now shown to be a knife at Dennis. "You and him got soooo close, and I was left for dead. And then you busted me. And the hospital fired me. Now, he's going to pay." Langdon jumps off the counter and walks toward the pair.

Robby moves between the two men. "You are insane. Why would you do this? It's your own fault that they fired you."

"No, no, it's his fault. If he hadn't replaced me...why don't you love me?"

"I was...I was never in love with you." Robby saw anger festering in his eyes. "I didn't want you like that."

"But you want a fucking MED STUDENT!? HE'S TWENTY-SIX! Come on, you have to realize it. You have about six more years before he finds another student to fuck!" Langdon jabbed the knife in Dennis's direction. 

Robby looked back at Dennis. "Don't believe him, babe. Call 911 right now." Dennis runs out of the kitchen to grab his phone, and Langdon tries to go after him, but don't try that with Robby's baby. He flipped Langdon onto his back and slammed his hand against the floor until he let the knife go. "You sick son of a bitch." Robby sighed.

"You and I had something special, something REAL!" He pleaded, but Robby wouldn't listen. 

Cops found multiple types of drugs in Langdon's car, and Langdon ended up going to a psych ward. What they didn't realize was this wouldn't be the last they'd see of him. God no. 

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Professor Michael Robinavitch, Dr. Robby to his colleagues and Dr. to certain students, was trying so hard to finish writing his final for his medical terminology final he was giving. He taught three medical terminology lecture classes this semester, and everyone seemed to be doing great, including his TA, Dennis. Dennis was taking the class but was the TA for the other two classes and seemed to be doing wonderfully, so he would absolutely pass the final with no argument. 

Michael was staring blankly at the flashing cursor on the Word document and finally decided to take a break, standing up from his chair and walking to the door of the study room he'd locked himself into. He unlocked it and stepped out, walking to the vending machine near the bathrooms. He thought he heard someone, but it was almost 8pm, so no one would really be on the campus, would they? Michael shrugged and pulled out his wallet, fishing out a five-dollar bill.

He shoved it into the bill eater after he flattened it and looked at what was offered by the machine. He smiled when he saw the Reese's Cups and clicked 4E. He rocked on his heels as he checked his watch, and that time he could swear he heard something. He picked up his Reese's Cups and went to find what the sound was emanating from. Yes, he's that white. 

"Hello?" He looked around and walked around, finding an almost destroyed study space with a student curled up in a corner, rocking back and forth and crying. Not just a student. His student. His TA. Dennis. Michael quickly moved the table away from the corner and picked up the papers, studying them slowly and realizing they were exam study guides. He put them down on the table and then sat next to Dennis. "Hey," he spoke softly.

Dennis thought he would get some extra studying in and do his work and then go home and eat ramen and watch Victoria and Trinity argue about what class to study for first, which they always did. But the second he wrote down his to-do list, he realized he had seven exams to study for, two projects to finish, and he had to figure out if he would TA for Dr. Robinavitch next semester or not. That is what led to him on the floor, crying and shaking and worried he wouldn't be good enough. He looked up when he heard the shuffling and then started crying again when he felt so embarrassed. 

Michael pulled Dennis into a hug. "Hey, hey, no, no, you can breathe; it's okay." He realized that Dennis was NOT calming down and took off his hoodie, putting it around Dennis. "There we go." He spoke softly. "Hey. Hey Dennis. It's me. Dr. Robby. It's just me. I need you to breathe, okay?" Dennis tried to nod, choking out a sob. "Okay, I'm going to do this technique with you, but you have to look at me and breathe for me, Dennis."

Dennis looked up at Michael, tears rolling down his cheeks while he looked into his eyes. Michael's heart broke when he saw the boy reacting like this.

"Okay, breathe in while I move my finger up." He stuck his pointer finger out and moved it up in an inclinous movement. Dennis breathed in slowly. "We're climbing a hill. We're going to hold it in when we stop at the top." He stopped moving his finger. "Hold it. Feel the sun on your face. The cold air. There we go, Dennis. Now we're going to go back down the mountain." He moved his finger downward. "And then we are going to climb another mountain." Michael chuckled a bit. "Hold it." Dennis held his breath and did the breathing with the motions. Up, in. At the peak, hold. Down and out. New mountain, hold. 

Michael stopped when Dennis nodded softly, and he held Dennis in his lap, letting him sit there in the silence. When Dennis finally spoke, he sniffled. "I have so much to do." 

Michael nodded. "I do too. I've locked myself in a study room for the past four hours because my office is distracting." Distracting because of so many things. But Michael would never admit the real reason, the picture of him and Dennis that was on his desk. The day they would both become more than a professor and his TA.

"Okay, so why are we here again?" Dennis asked as he followed behind Michael while holding a bag of McDonald's in his hand. 

"Because it's nice to be outside once in a while, Whitaker. You think you, an aspiring doctor, would know that." Michael chuckled and sat down on the grass under a picture-perfect tree. "Sit. We are going to grade and read vocabulary cards while eating."

"And you chose the most unhealthy burgers in the world because...?"

"Because it's good, and I can always eat your food." Dennis gasped, and they both laughed. Michael handed over a stack of papers and a pen to Dennis before going in his bag for vocabulary cards. "Do you think this unit was hard?"

"Well, not really, but I am your TA, so I don't exactly know if I have a disadvantage right now."

"Right now? So you may regret becoming my TA later?" Michael faked shock. 

"No. I'm just saying I have a lot of classes, and I just know I'm going to get overwhelmed eventually."

"Well, why take them all?" He asked, pulling a stack of the cards out. 

"Because I need to get my GPA up, and I have to be ready for residency in the summer."

"Well, you get one more semester. We both do."

"What?" Dennis perks up from his very close reading of an essay. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I am going back to the hospital in the summer. I tendered my resignation to the college a few days ago." 

Dennis sighed. "So you...you don't plan to be around here much?" He tried to not sound disappointed.

"Oh, you poor thing. I will be around. Just...not in classes or my office." Dennis looks away when tears prick his eyes. 

"O-oh." Dennis looked up at Michael and blushed when he realized the man was looking into his eyes.

"It crushes me to realize my favorite TA won't get to see me anymore." Michael cups his cheek, and both men are blushing. "My very favorite."

Dennis looks into his eyes and leans up, pressing his lips against Michael's softly. 

They both pull away with a smile and laugh a bit. "So what does this mean?" Dennis asked softly. 

"Well...we could be...something. We could be...together." Michael's words made Dennis gasp. "If you don't mind it."

Dennis smiled. "I'd love to. But we should take a selfie to commemorate today as one of the best days of the semester." Dennis grabs his phone from his pocket and opens the camera, pointing it so both men are in the frame. He goes to take the picture, and Michael kisses his cheek. He giggles and then takes one of him kissing Michael's cheek. And then finally one of them smiling.

Dennis smiled up at him a bit. "I just...I have so many decisions to make and things to do."

Michael looked at his watch. 8:15 pm. "We can make decisions and do things at my place. I mean, come on, you have all your project stuff right here. And you know I can cook. You haven't eaten today; I know that. We can make dinner, I can help you study, we'll get some rest, and in the morning we can do more studying and such since classes are over. Hell, we could go to the lecture hall, and I can help you study there."

Dennis nodded. "I'd love that."

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The beeping machines drove him crazy right now. It used to be that he could leave the room and breathe, but now he was hooked up to one, trying to fall asleep while staring at the ceiling. Robby groaned as the lights in his room cut on, and he looked over to see it was Jack. 

"Fuck off." He mumbled, covering his eyes.

"Just wanted to say goodnight. Shift is over."

"I know. Now fuck off."

"Say goodnight back." Robby moved his arm and gave Jack a deadpan look. "Fine, fine. Goodnight."

"Goodnight." He mumbled as Jack cut off the lights and left, shutting the door. He shut his eyes and fell asleep for a good bit.

Dennis snuck into Robby's room and shut the door, making sure to be out of view of the window. He sat down in the chair next to his bed and reclined the uncomfortable seat, pulling out his laptop and scrolling through Robby's Netflix to see which show he could ruin for him now. He had his earbuds in, so he didn't hear Robby waking up. It wasn't until Robby pulled on his hand that he noticed. He pulled out one of his earbuds and looked up, smiling when he realized his boyfriend was awake. 

Dennis climbed into bed with him, very carefully, and kissed his face all over. "I was so worried about you. I told you it would be serious. But no, Mister Doctor Man refuses to—" He was interrupted by a long, loving kiss. This made Dennis moan and slide into his lap, his shorts riding up a bit as he pulled away and moved a bit. 

"There we go. God, you look so cute in what I am assuming is your gym gear." Dennis nodded and smiled. "Do you want to get a workout in?" Robby smirked, making Dennis turn bright fucking pink. "Oh, what is it, princess?" He joked. "Don't want to try it out? We were going to have sex tonight anyways."

"Yes, after a date and ice cream and alcohol, not...not..." Dennis shook his head. "We could get caught. We could be seen."

"Oh dear lord, we could be spotted by the royal guard." Robby joked and rested one of his hands just below where his shorts end. "You sound so concerned." He slid his hand into the shorts and chuckled. "But you aren't. Clearly. No boxers? Bad boy."

Dennis whined as Robby groped his ass and smiled a bit. "Well, I kinda...came in my boxers earlier. So I couldn't."

"Doing what?"

"I was in the bathroom...enjoying myself."

"God, just say you were rubbing your needy cunt to the thought of your hands being mine." Robby removed his hands and laughed a bit when Dennis begged. 

"Please, I want to make you feel good." Dennis started to kiss his neck.

"Oh god, right there." He pushed his hand up into Dennis's shorts and pressed his fingers against Dennis's waiting cunt, making the man shiver and fall forward into him. "Falling apart so easily for me, aren't you? Already?" Robby pushed in a finger and chuckled. "Oh, you are soaking wet." 

"Fuck...you." Dennis whimpered.

"No no, my dear, I believe the term you meant to say was 'fuck me,' which I'd love to do if I had the ability to. But sadly I cannot." 

Dennis groaned and whined. "No, I need you, Michael." God, when Dennis used his real name, it made him hard. "I need you to fuck me. I'll ride you if I have to."

"Then do it. They won't bother us so long as you are a good, quiet puppy." Dennis immediately moved under the covers, and his shorts ended up on the hospital room floor. He pulled the blanket off himself and smiled up at Robby, who patted his thigh. "Come on, puppy." 

Dennis nodded and pushed Robby's hospital gown up, blushing when he found the beautiful cock standing tall for him. All for him. "mmm." Dennis shivers a bit and waits barely a second before putting him into his mouth. He let out a groan and gripped the boy's hair.

"That's right, you like that, don't you?" Robby said as he pushed Dennis's head all the way down. "That's right, gag on it for me. I'm right here, puppy." He used his grip to move Dennis's head up and down, making him move at a different pace each time. He stopped holding his hair when Dennis reached up and wrapped a hand around his balls. "Oh, fuck you, puppy. You are going to pay for that. I am going to fuck your pussy so hard you waddle for a week." Dennis whimpered. "That's right, whimper. It's all you can do when I'm fucking this pretty face. Nah, you know what? Fuck it, pull off, give me your body." Dennis pulled himself up and crawled up to Robby, straddling him carefully. "There you are, puppy." Robby cupped his cheek. 

"Hi." Dennis was soft in the eyes and clearly needy. Robby looked around the room.

"You know you're a good boy." Robby spoke and found what he was looking for. He grabbed his phone and turned on his camera. "I am going to film you until we both cum. Got it? And when you are done, every time you want to touch yourself, you have to watch this."

Dennis slowly nodded, blushing as Robby set up his camera so they were visible. Dennis blushed and looked into Robby's eyes, a smile playing on his lips a bit. "Ro-Robby."

"Uh-uh. Not my name when my cock is inside you, is it, puppy?" Dennis whines as Robby's cock pushes into him. "Is it?"

"No, no master." Dennis trembles as Robby holds him in place so he can't move. "Master...I..."

"What is it, puppy? Do you need something?" Robby smirked. 

"I need...please...please master." Robby chuckled. 

"Please what?" Robby snaps and pulls out of Dennis, making him whimper. 

"Please master, let me ride you?" Dennis begged. He put his hands on Robby's chest and nuzzled into his neck.

"Oh you wanna ride me, puppy? You really want to bounce don't you?"

"Yes yes yes please master I will be so good I promise."

Robby smiled and lifted Dennis's head. "Of course puppy." He lined back up and slid Dennis down slowly. "Oh there you go puppy you feel that? So hard for my puppy."

"Master is so hard." Dennis moaned softly, Robby raising a brow before using one of his hands to cover his mouth so it would be quieter.

"If they catch us I will fuck your ass so hard you can't move. And not in a nice way. Hear me?" Dennis nodded quickly but Robby knew they'd enjoy anything together. Robby smiled. "Good. Now bounce." 

Dennis followed the order and slowly raised and lowered his hips, rocking them in a circular motion as he felt his g-spot be rubbed by this thick cock inside him. 

Dennis whimpered into his hand and went to rise up a bit when Robby stopped him. "Be a good boy and let me feel it all. Come on, let it all slide inside you. Don't you want master to cum inside your cunt? Make you so tired?"

Dennis nodded weakly and whimpered, lowering back down so Robby's cock pressed into his cervix. He tried to hide his moans but it was getting difficult. 

"Come on puppy go ahead. Grind. I know it feels nice."

Dennis nodded and started to grind, gasping as he felt Robby's cock rubbing on his g-spot. His head fell back and her tried to keep his mouth covered but his hand fell to his side and Robby took over that responsibility. He pulled Dennis into him and placed his hand over his mouth. Dennis's body reacted very harshly as he felt close. He pulled at Robby's hand. "Gon-gonna cum, master."

"Are you?" Robby chuckled lowly. "Not until I cum, got it? I know you can handle it. Or do I need to pull out and tell you to deal with that at home?"

Dennis cried out a bit at the idea of having to take care of himself for this. "No no no I can do it I just need you to sto-stop brushing against my...ya know?"

"You want me to not fuck against your g-spot when the prettiest noises you make are when I do?" Robby chuckled. "Absolutely not. Hold out for me puppy, I will make sure you don't regret it. Okay baby?" Dennis nodded, taking deep breaths with each thrust.

Robby noticed that Dennis started to move sloppily and held his hips, assissting him with the movements. Robby grunted softly. "Okay puppy you want it? You ready?" Dennis looked up with hope in his eyes and nodded quickly, looking more desperate than the first time they had sex. Robby moved his boyfriend faster, growling out a moan as he and Dennis stare at each other. "Three..." Robby panted, feeling Dennis's sweat running down his sides, "Two..." Dennis whimpered and tried to move faster, "One." Robby slammed Dennis down and groaned as he filled his lover up, pulling him into a long loving kiss to keep him quiet.

Dennis rested his head on his boyfriend's shoulder and breathed slowly. "That was..." Dennis giggled. "That was perfect." He pulled Robby into another kiss before slowly getting up. "I need to clean up."

"do you?"

Dennis swiped up his shorts and laughed a bit. "Yeah I do. I have to go home and do our laundry you idiot." He teased, making Robby laugh and smile.

"Have a goodnight baby."

"Goodnight Doctor." Dennis spoke as he got his things together and went home, blushing the whole way home.

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Dennis had woken up fifteen minutes later than he was supposed to for his alarm and was in such a rush to get to work that he'd never checked to see if he had packed some scrubs. It wasn't until he was wearing the black scrubs that he realized they were massive on him. "Oh shit," he mumbles. Melissa pokes her head in, and her brow furrows.

"Those are...too big." Melissa didn't have a clue where Dennis got the massive scrubs. "Where did you get those?"

Trinity was putting her badge on when she looked up and saw the scrubs were big, too fucking big. "Damn, Huckleberry, how did you even get those?" She laughed, using her nickname for him and walking up to look in the mirror. And then she noticed the blush on his cheeks. "What?" She bit her inner cheek trying to figure out where the scrubs came from. The lightbulb went off. "Oh my god, ARE THOSE?!"

Dennis covers her mouth and shushes her immensely, trying to keep her quiet. "Shut up! Yes. God, you suck. You better not tell anyone."

"Did you two move in?" She asked softly. Dennis nodded. 

"I guess in our hurry to go to bed last night," Trinity laughs a bit, "shut up. I guess in our hurry to sleep last night we grabbed the wrong scrubs."

The door opens. "No. No, we didn't." Robby was leaning against the locker room door. "Where are your scrubs?"

"I accidentally grabbed yours. I am so sorry." Dennis walked over to Robby, spouting apologies and explanations. Robby put a hand on his shoulder. 

"Whit. Stop." Robby smiled. "I have your scrubs. Stay right here." He walked out of the room, and Dennis blushed before turning to see Trinity with her mouth open and a large smile on her face. 

"Oh my god." Trinity burst into laughter, and Melissa smiled. "You...and Robby!?" Trinity laughed harder.

"Since when?" Melissa asked softly.

"Um...New Years." Melissa started laughing with Trinity, making Dennis blush. "This isn't funny. He's kind and sweet, and he's..."

"Good in bed?" Trinity laughed harder.

"Shut up!" Dennis shoved them a bit. "He's my boyfriend, but Abbot doesn't know, and Dana and Gloria told him to keep..." He blushed harder. "They told him to keep his dick away from us."

"And he did not listen." Melissa smiled.

Dennis glared at Melissa. "How did you and Langdon sleep?"

Trinity gasped and laughed harder. "You and...Langdon?! Oh my god." She laughed harder, Melissa's cheeks bright pink.

"He's not my supervisor. And we haven't had sex yet! It's only been a few months. And three dates a month."

"And you live with Robby." Trinity crossed her arms.

"Okay okay stop arguing." They all look over and see Robby and Langdon in the doorway, chuckling. Frank walked over and hugged Melissa.

"Welcome to shift." He chuckled and pulled away from her to go behind her and fix her hair a bit. "You could've asked me to braid it before I left." 

"I didn't wanna bother you." She smiled a bit.

"Oh believe me, Denny bothers me enough in the mornings." Robby chuckled and handed over a green pair of scrubs. "For you."

"Thanks."

Trinity pouts. "How am I still single!?" She storms out of the room and both couples laugh a bit. Melissa and Robby walk out first and Frank looks at Dennis.

"Denny?"

"He took me to a Denny's for our first date. It was a long shift and he knew I liked pancakes."

"When did you figure me and Melissa out?"

"A couple months ago. She came to work and was touching her neck a lot. I asked to check her neck just so she could stop and I saw the hickeys." Frank blushed. "Yeah you finally got that under control didn't you." Frank left the room quickly and Dennis started to change into the green scrubs.

He looked in the mirror and smiled at how the scrubs looked on him, having bought them a few weeks ago but not wearing them until now. He went to his locker and cocked a brow when he saw a box in the top shelf. He reached up and pulled it down, opening it. He smiled and saw it was a new badge reel for his scrubs. It said 'I get covered in fluids professionally' and made him laugh before putting it on.

He grabbed his phone and took a mirror selfie, a hand in his pocket and a regular stance. He sent the picture in the group chat that the whole Pitt has together titled 'Pitt Crew' and then put his phone back. 

He washed his hands and headed out into the Pitt. This shift will be loooong.

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The shift was finally over, and Melissa was trying to change into her non-work clothes, but she was so tired. She was the only one left in the locker room and heard a knock on the door. She looked up and smiled a bit when she saw Frank, her boyfriend. She looked back down when the bright lights hit her, and she covered her eyes. 

"Hey." Frank got down to the floor criss-cross and was looking up at her. He reached out and moved her hands away from her eyes, smiling up at her. "Hey there, Mel." He whispered to her. "Hey, you look tired. You're still in your scrubs; it's been an hour." He slowly slid her shoes off and set them aside. "Let's get you changed out, huh? And we can go get tacos or something?" Melissa nodded, a small smile on her face. "Alright, stand up."

Frank got off the floor and turned to her locker, unlocking it because he knew the code, and he got out her change of clothes. She looked at Frank, and he slowly looked over at her. "You want to shower?" She nods, and he hands her shower stuff over. "I'll be here for you. You just calm down and enjoy your shower. If you want, I can help you get dressed. Or I can wait at the elevator at the parking lot." 

"I'm...." She sighed as she thought about it. "I..." Her breathing got a bit fast, and so Frank immediately took her hands, rubbing his thumbs in the center of her palms. 

"Hey, hey, it's all good. I'll make the decisions. You are going to shower, and I will wait here for you. I will help you get dressed, and then we are going to go to your favorite Italian restaurant and get you a bowl of spaghetti with no meatballs and extra sauce, and then we are going to my place, watch Ted Lasso, and then we are going to lie in my bed and rest."

"No sex?" She spoke softly.

"Baby, we've had a long day, and I don't want our first time to be after a super long shift where you almost passed out. So go shower." She nodded and walked to the showers, taking a long time. Frank sat there and looked at his phone, texting the group chat to shut up several times. He chuckled when he saw a video of Dennis at a bar somewhere, and he was dancing, but everyone could tell it was Dennis. "God, is he drunk?" He laughed softly. 

He heard small footsteps and looked up to see Melissa wrapped in a towel with her glasses on and her clothes in her hand. He smiled and walked over to her, taking the clothes and putting them into her bag. He made her sit down and started brushing her hair, apologizing at every tangle and pull he had to do. He finished brushing her hair and then remembered the video. "Check the chat; look what Santos sent." He handed her her phone, and she watched the video, laughing a bit while Frank did her hair, deciding to do two French braids and putting them into a bun. 

No words needed to be said, and Frank wouldn't say anything while dressing Melissa, not making even one comment about how beautiful she was because Melissa didn't want to hear that. Meissa wanted to hear that he liked her and wanted to be with her in the best way. He didn't want sex from her because he knew she would tell him when she was ready.

"Okay." He spoke as he tied her sneakers on. "Ready?" He asked as he grabbed her bag and his own bag. "I'm going to go pull the car to the elevator. Okay?" He kissed her forehead and went to get the car.

Melissa climbed into the warmed-up car and smiled when Frank handed her a cold Dr. Pepper can. Her favorite drink. She sipped it silently as Frank talked, mentioning a movie he wanted to see with Melissa and how he wanted to spend Christmas with his side of the family and was hoping Melissa would come with him. Melissa nodded along to the words he spoke but stopped responding when they reached the restaurant. She started getting out, but Frank reached across and grabbed her hand. 

"No, we don't have to get out. I ordered while I waited for you in the car." He dialed the number for the To Gos. "Hey yes, hi, my name is Frank Langdon, and I am sitting in your to-go space and waiting for my food. It should be spaghetti with meat sauce, no meatballs, with extra sauce, and then a chicken and shrimp alfredo pasta with a side salad." He looked at Melissa and ran a hand through his hair, Melissa blushing and looking away since she found that attractive.

He hung up the phone and looked at Melissa some more. She had on a sweatshirt and some sweatpants. She looked so comfortable. The food was brought to the car, and he put it in Melissa's lap, warning her of the heat. "Careful, darling." He smiled and then drove to his house. He parked in the driveway, and Melissa looked at him. "I have a house now."

"You have a house."

"That apartment was getting too small; there was not enough room for us to cuddle in." He kissed her forehead and then got out, helping Melissa out and grabbing everything. "I'll get you a key soon, honey. I promise." She took the keys from his bag, and he showed her which one it was. She unlocked the house and stepped in, gasping. 

"Frank, it's beautiful." She walked into the living room. It was a nice house. "How can you..."

"My ex told me I can have him every other week if I live closer to his school. I had the money, so I did it. I have him next week." 

She smiled wider. "Oh my god. It's beautiful, Frank."

"I know, baby. And one day, you and I can live here together." She looks at him and hugs him tightly, letting out a deep sigh of relief as she finally can decompress. She sits down on the familiar couch, and Frank goes to put everything away. 

Melissa sent a selfie into the group chat, captioned 'hanging out.' Everyone sent messages, and she cut off her phone when Frank came in. 

"Okay, I got the food, and I also got you some Dr. Pepper, and I got myself some Diet Coke." He sat down next to Melissa and turned on Ted Lasso. They ate in silence, and Melissa cuddled up to Frank, falling asleep on his chest in the middle of an episode. 

Frank carried her to his room and laid her in the bed, getting a long shower before laying down in bed with her.

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Robby and Dennis sit in the car before their first shift together, holding hands and finishing their coffees. Robby looked at his husband. "You should take off your ring." Robby points to the simple golden band on his finger. 

Dennis looked at his ring and then his husband. "Why?"

"Baby, you could lose it in the hospital. Here." He reaches into his bag and pulls out a thin chain. "I was going to wait, but I figured now was a good time to give it to you." He pulled a similar chain out of his scrub top to show off his own chain. It had two rings on it: a silver one and then a thicker one that he used to fidget with a lot. He helped Dennis put his ring on the chain and then put it around his neck. He smiled up at his husband, and they both looked out their windows before they pulled each other into a deep kiss. 

Dennis pulled away first, smiling. "Go. I need to find my badge." Robby nodded. 

"See you in there, Dr. Whitaker." He kissed his lips again before heading out.

Dennis smiled and looked in his duffle bag for his badge. "Okay." He looked at it and went wide-eyed. "Fuck." He swore. His badge didn't say Dr. Whitaker. It said Dr. Whitaker-Robinavitch. Oh, he is so screwed. He got out of the car and put his badge on, sighing as he grabbed white bandage tape out of his bag and taped it over the Robinavitch part of his name. 

He walked in and badged in before going to the locker room, seeing his husband talking to Gloria. He had hoped no one would recognize him from the photos Mikey had shown them more than likely. He put his stuff away and found he had no notebook, which he kind of didn't need; Mikey always talked to him about the shift after the shift. He ran a hand through his hair and smiled as he tucked the chain into his scrub top.

He stepped out and was greeted by a lot of other med students. He listened to everyone and spoke up when he could. "Dennis Whitaker, MS4." He looked at his husband and smiled a bit. "Nice to meet everyone."

Mikey kept touching Dennis on his shoulders, his back, and his hip; he even 'accidentally' touched Dennis on the ass. But when someone noticed it, it was Jack. He pulled Robby aside after Dennis went to the bathroom, pulling him into an empty room.

"Okay, Robby, you have been touching that med student too much. I need you to stoooop." Jack looked into Robby's eyes.

Robby sighed and looked away from Jack, trying to figure out what to say. "Um...okay?"

"Okay? You never just say 'okay'; you always want to argue." Jack narrowed his eyes. "What are you hiding?" Jack glared at the man. "Did you..." He keeps thinking. "Please tell me your dick has not been near a student." Robby said nothing. "Robby, you dumbass! He's a student! Why would you do that? How did you...why...oh my god, who is going to tell your husband? Oh dear god, I'm not; I don't even know the guy. That'd be so awkward."

"You don't need to. Because he knows." Robby tried to get Jack to understand, but the veteran wouldn't take the hint.

"You told your husband? Oh god, he's...we have to transfer him then. Somehow. I mean, why would you tell your husband? Why would you touch another man?" Robby said nothing, frustrating Jack even further. "Oh my god, say something." Robby started to laugh a bit. "What? What is it?" 

"You seriously cannot catch a hint, can you? My husband knows every time I touch the student because...?"

"Because he hacked into the cameras?"

"Seriously?" He groaned and went out to grab Dennis, bringing him into the room. "Jack, meet my husband, Dennis."

Jack looked between Robby and then Dennis, and then Robby again, and then Dennis. "I...who...how...what?"

"Hi, sir." Dennis nodded softly. 

"But you don't wear rings, and...you should be proud of your marriage, and...what?"

"Jack, we could lose our rings inside a patient. So," he nudged Dennis, and both men pulled their chains out from under their scrub tops, "we wear these." He smiled at his husband, who was playing with the ring. "You cannot tell anyone." He sighed. "Dennis didn't want people to think he was getting special treatment. So we didn't tell anyone."

"And I had to cover the second half of my last name on the badge with tape." Dennis speaks up. "Can we go back out there, please? I was supposed to catch a rat for Gloria. And she's probably still freaking out."

"Yes." He kissed his husband's cheek and watched him leave. "See? My husband knows because he is my husband. But no one else can find out."

"As long as you promise to keep my secret."

Robby chuckled. "Of course, tell no one about you and Dr. Sam." He leaves the room.

"It's Samira, you ass." Jack sighed. "Ayayaye. What have I gotten myself into?"

Dennis smiled as he found the rat and snapped its neck in the towel, making a resident scream. He looked up and blushed a bit to see his husband watching with pride. "Sorry, was I not supposed to kill them?"

Santos laughed. "God, Huckleberry, what are we going to do with you?"

"Live." He chuckled.