The Doctor and the Dempseys

Chapter 1

Y/N POV

   Y/N walked through the halls of the theater, sighing when he saw the portraits in the Mule Kick room. Six of them lined the wall, one blank. He stared at his, e/c eyes painted so well they felt alive, his h/l h/c hair sitting on his head in it's typical neat/messy style.

   "Who even painted these?" He wondered, "It's.. Kinda creepy.."

   His brother, Tank, wandered in at that point. His fluffy blonde hair was messy as usual, and ice blue eyes full of mischief. He noticed what Y/N stared at, walking over to place a hand on his brother's shoulder.

   "Lookin' good, aren't we?" He asked, chuckling and leaning on his smaller yet older brother's shoulder, "Gotta love the detail."

   "Really T?" Y/N asked, looking at him, "It's creepy, not cool. Who the fuck did these?"

   "Dunno, don't care," Tank replied, "Because there's more troubling shit to think about than the mysterious artist."

   Right, Y/N had almost forgotten. There was the German, Richtofen. He didn't want to admit it infront of his brother, because Dempseys were known for their short tempers with him as the exception, but he had begun to gain feelings towards the crazed Nazi.

   "Yeah.. right I forgot.." He responded quietly, "Ok.."

   Tank left the room after that, oblivious as always to the situation and the tone Y/N had used.

   But Richtofen, who had hidden around the corner in the stairwell to Speed Cola, wasn't.

   "So, who is it?" He asked, having snuck up behind Y/N and stood directly behind him, "Jour crush, I mean. Let mich guess, me?~"

   "O-oh shut up you s-stupid Nazi.." He mumbled, pushing him off, "Y-you wish.."

   The Doctor laughed softly, arms crossed. He saw right through the man before him, stared right into his e/c eyes, seeing the obvious truth that Y/N did not want to admit. Gently, Richtofen helded his chin with left hand and leaned towards his ear.

   "Oh, Y/N. Sweet Y/N.." He whispered, "Jou are such a terrible liar~.."

   The shorter man trembled, and was suddenly met with a pair of German lips pressed against his own. And much to his dismay, he felt himself kissing back eagerly. Hungrily.

   The kiss was deepened by the Doctor, who had pinned Y/N to the wall and held his wrists above his head. The other man could do nothing but kiss back, but why would he want to do anything else? This was incredible. Better than any woman he'd dated before this whole shitfest. Or, any woman he could remember at least.

   "S-shiiit..." Y/N breathed when the two parted for air, "I... fuck, y-you're.. wow.."

   The German smiled, grabbed Y/N by the waist and pulled him close. His cheeks lit up a bright red.

   "I knew jou were lying, mein liebe~" He whispered into his ear, "It's so obvious, I'm surprised Dempsheh hasn't picked up on zis yet. Qvite sad, really. Seems to have a boulder in place of his brains!! I truly am surprised zat he hasn't died yet!! Oh how I pity zat foo-"

   "Shut it.." Y/N interrupted, now glaring at Richtofen.

   "Only I can make fun a' m' brother's intelligence. Not you, ya damn Kraut," Y/N spat while pushing the Doctor off, "I don' take kindly to people insultin' m' family like 'at, so ya'd better shut up or I slice 'at dick of yers off an' nail it to a wall."

   Y/N spoke with a bit extra of a southern drawl while angrily telling the man off, and his eyes showed a true anger to them. He clearly wasn't joking, as he'd done before with the other three.

   "Ok, ok calm down mein little sveetheart~," Richtofen said, "I-"

   "Nah, ye don't 'sweet'eart' me, dumbass," He continued, "God, an' to think I was fallin' fer  ya..  shit.."

   With that, he walked off and went to find the Wunderfizz. After that, Y/N really felt like he could use some Widow's. Hell, even Deadshot'd be fine right about now.

   He sat down having bought about 2 bottles of Widow's and 1 of Deadshot. Downing the bottles, Y/N slowly began to feel dizzy and a bit warm.
   Everything started to slowly fade away in that moment.

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Richtofen's POV

   Richtofen stood there stunned, having not been told off by Y/N before, wondering what had just happened. He'd gone too far, that's what happened. He crossed the line and pissed off the man.

   Standing up, the Doctor decided it was best to look for Y/N and apologize for saying what he had. He meant what he said, but that didn't mean what he said wasn't uncalled for.

   Looking around, he found Y/N passed out on the stage. A few ottles of alcoholic Perks lay around the unconscious man, causing Richtofen to facepalm and groan. This was his fault, he'd gotten Y/N so angry they drank too much. He was afraid what Tank was going to say when he saw this.

   When the Marine walked in and saw his drunk brother with the German standing nearby, he became angry. He had something to do with this, he had to. Walking over, he turned the man around and grabbed his tie.

   "The fuck did you do, Kraut?" He asked, "Why's Y/N wasted? What did you do?"

   Richtofen gulped and put his hands up defensively.

   "L-look, zis vas his d-decision Dempsheh," He stammered, "V-ve had a small verbal a-altercation, b-but I didn't mean t-to anger him.."

   The American let him go, shoving him back as he did so, and crossed his arms angrily. Clearly, the man was pissed off. Richtofen didn't want to make him angrier, so he tried to calm him down.

   "It vas a m-mistake on mein part," He said, hands up again, "I-I'm sorry, Dempsheh.. Please, I d-didn't mean to anger him.."

   All Tank did was sigh. Seeming calmer, he walked to Y/N and sat beside him.

   "Alright, just.. tell me what happened.." He said, "I.. our family is bad with anger, so.. I can't really be mad at you... not untilnI know what happened, at least.."

   The Doctor didn't know what to say. If he admitted to making out with Y/N then Tank would kill him, and if he stayed quiet then Tank would get suspicious. What to do? He decided to tell him what the fight was about, and not the kiss. Protect Y/N at the same time.

  "Ah, vell.. um.." He began, "Ve were.. talking und... I brought jou up.. I, ah... insulted jour intelligence.. he got very angry.."

   The Marine chuckled. The chuckle grew to a small laughing fit. This reaction greatly confused the German, who took a step back.

   "God, he is too overprotective.." He laughed, "I'm not that much younger than him, N/N gotta chill.."

   "N/N..?" Richtofen asked, confused.

   "It's a nickname I came up with for him," He replied, "Look, you may have been a bit of an ass but honestly? This is nothing. It ain't like you kissed him and he got pissed, right?"

   The man began to sweat a bit, and laughed it off.

   "Heh, uh... ja.. if I did zat, jou'd kill me.. heh.."

   "Damn right. That's my brother," Tank told him, "You lay even a fingernon him the wrong way and I'm going to rip you a new face."

   The German fully believed him, knowing the of short temper amd violent tendencies during fits of anger these two had. Best to not cross them.

   He walked off to the alley, bought a bottle of Double Tap, and sat on the stairs. There was a lot to think about, after all. God, when did things have to get so... complicated? It was better when all he thought about was the power, but now Y/N was all that he thought about now.

   "Scheiße.." He mumbled, "Y/N Dempsheh.. vat do jou do to mich..?"