La Petit Mort

8

"What is that?" 

"What is what?" Dottore smiled. 

"What is that...thing you're holding?" 

"Have you never seen a vibrator before, sweetheart?" Dottore's eyes widened a bit. "You were so confused about your sexuality a moment ago that I had assumed using toys would be better..." He looked at the object in his hand with an eyebrow raised. Slowly dots connected in his mind. 

"Baizhu," he hovered over him and grabbed his chin, staring deeply into his eyes. "Answer me truthfully now, could it be that you're a virgin?" 

"I'm a student." 

Dottore remained quiet. 

"A medical student..." Baizhu flushed. "Do you think I have time for that sort of thing?" 

Dottore still remained quiet, patiently waiting for the answer. 

Baizhu closed his eyes tightly. "...yes." 

"Nothing to be ashamed of," Dottore cupped Baizhu's face. He opened his eyes slowly. "You may wish to reconsider me your first time though." 

"Wha-" Baizhu's mouth was closed by a finger to his lips. 

"I'll ruin your expectations," Dottore's eyes narrowed. Baizhu shivered. 

"In a good way, right?" Baizhu stared. No response. 

"In a good way, right?" Still no response. 

"Well, no matter," Dottore threw his hands in the air and stood up. "I suppose I should retract my offer to be co-streamer. Don't worry about it. First times should be savored." Dottore placed his hand on his face, covering his eyes as his mask would on stream. His lips curved upward in a strange smirk. "What a shame, such a shame, you're so interesting too. You pique my scientific curiosity." 

"I should get to decide who my first time is with," Baizhu crossed his arms and raised his eyebrow slightly. He sat up. 

Dottore's hand slid from his eyes to cover his mouth. His gaze was cold, and hollow, not even reflecting the light in the room. It sent shivers down Baizhu's spine. He wanted to believe that he'd imagined the murder just like everyone said. But he was more afraid of the part of him that wanted the murder to be real. 

Dottore removed his hand from his face, a pleasant smile plastered back on. "Why don't you come back in a day or two after you've thought about it?" He grabbed Baizhu's shoulders and led him to his door. "Really, truly, think about it, sweetheart." 

"I'll leave," Baizhu turned around and grabbed Dottore's shirt collar. He pulled him close to his face. "But, when I come back, and I will come back, darling, you better give me the best little death I'll ever have. Fuck my expectations up so bad I can never have vanilla sex again." Baizhu let go, smiling innocently and exited the apartment. He went to the elevator, pressed the button for his floor, and turned to jello. 

"Why am I actually trying to get fucked by a killer?" he muttered, hiding his hands in his face. "Am I serial-killer-sexual? Is that it? And what was that? I basically asked him to kill me! Oh," Baizhu lifted his head. "If I die, I won't have to worry about exams though."