Cut Me Open

Chapter 2

Once Richtofen had woken up, he scooted out of Dempsey's grasp, waking him in the process. As the doctor worked on pulling his uniform over his shoulders, he heard a quiet groan behind him, but didn't turn, as to focus on getting his clothes up over himself.

"Where're you goin'...?" He heard the Marine mutter behind him. He only turned once he'd gotten his pants up, and fumbled with his combat belt.

"To repair the MDT." He replied casually, "I can't just have us all sitting here."

Dempsey groaned, "You can't spare a bit to lay down for a little longer?" He complained, "Quit bein' busy."

The doctor paused. He couldn't just stay with the Marine. He had to make it so he was addicted, so for the second phase of his plan, he'd have to ignore him as best he could, until he broke and came crawling back. Sure, it was manipulative, but he didn't care. He'd never been in love before. He'd been with plenty of men in his lifetime, but never had he ever been in love with any of them. Despite his age, it was still a very new feeling.

Richtofen slipped on his gloves and with little to no emotion, he turned to Dempsey blankly, "Put your clothes on, or I'll leave you here." He stated. The expression clearly confused the Marine, but the doctor knew he was too prideful to show concern over the sudden change.

"Jesus, what's up with you ?" He asked, standing up and pulling his boxers over himself. Richtofen held back a mean laugh at the response, still trying his best to maintain the stern look over his expression.

"Just get dressed."

Dempsey seemed to get that something was up, as he grew quiet while dressing himself. The doctor just crossed his arms impatiently. Did he feel bad for his behavior? No. He knew it'd work out in the end anyway, and he didn't care if he was using blatant manipulation. If the results were in his favor, then he didn't care how he got there.

"Uh, I'm good to go." Dempsey informed awkwardly, reaching down briefly to grab his discarded weapon and sling it over his arm once more. The doctor just tsked aloud, making sure he heard, and pressed the little emergency exit button on the wall of the room, enveloping them both in the purple haze once more, and transporting them back to the theater. Richtofen pushed the Marine off the platform, and knelt down, grabbing his tools and prying the hatch he needed open on the machine. He was aware his behavior would start to irritate his favorite test subject, but soon after, he would start growing desperate once more. Especially if Richtofen would constantly remind him of what he was missing out on. A smile developed over his lips at the thought of the Marine begging on his knees for another night.

The doctor noticed that Dempsey hadn't moved from his spot, so he tried his best to stop smiling, and turned to him in fake irritation, "Do you need something?" He spat. The Marine seemed taken aback by the ask.

"Uh...no, I guess not..." He muttered, clearly unsure, "Uh, you mad?"

Richtofen huffed aloud, "I'm getting annoyed with you standing there, if that's what you want to hear." He replied with fake frustration. In reality, Dempsey was his favorite audience. His overreactions to everything the doctor did brought him such enjoyment. Oh, he only hoped it wouldn't take long for his favorite test subject to start begging.

He heard as Dempsey scoffed behind him, "Well, fuck you, too." He spat, "I didn't fuckin' care anyway."

In a mix of bittersweet triumph, Richtofen heard as his Marine stormed off, leaving him alone on the stage to work. Once his footsteps faded away, the doctor let out a sigh. A part of him wanted to run after Dempsey and apologize for his behavior while pouring his heart out about his true intentions, but he refused.