Hearts of a Kind (Ticci Toby X Eyeless Jack)

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Smut Warning

Toby and Jack had become less interested in each other as the weeks went by, but they remained in each other's minds. Jack had began noticing the other men in the mansion, and almost felt his heart pound through his chest when Jeff had been walking around the mansion in nothing but a pair of baggy sweatpants. Jack hated his sexuality, afraid that others would judge him because of it.
   Toby didn't notice anyone else other than Jack. If he were in certain clothes, mainly tight ones, Toby would have to hide his blushing face. Jack always made him feel self-conscious. He had this itch that he had to look absolutely perfect for the medic! He would brush his hair out of his face, smooth his clothes, he'd even pop a mint in his mouth in case his breath stank. He'd run extra miles in the morning to try and impress his kinda crush, and try to get in as good as shape as him. He wanted Jack to notice him so badly... but at the same time, he hoped he wouldn't. He was terrified that Jack would notice him and feel embarrassed to be around him.
   Jack had been seeing less and less of Toby lately because of his job. Dr. Smiley had decided to leave the mansion for a few months to get some alone time with Anne. They had said it was for "special research." Jack said they were leaving to see if they wanted to be a couple. Jack actually enjoyed them being gone. Because he was possessed, you could say nobody trusted having him do surgery on them. He hadn't been doing much of anything though. Mainly just examined wounds to see if they needed stitches, which they never did, and prescribed medicines. Most of the time he rearranged the area, cleaned the place up, and made more medication. He was already running low on ingredients for certain medicines... he had about twenty bottles of opioids and cold medicines, not adding both together.
   Jack leaned back in his chair with a long sigh. Nothing scary ever happened, which he was happy about but made the task of being a doctor horribly annoying. He tossed a vile of some type of antibiotic in the air, catching it with his other hand. He needed something to do, but what was there to do? He had reorganized the medication by color and alphabetically. Cleaned the place until the sun reflected off the floor. He'd even washed the walls.
He glanced around the room lazily, his lids drooping. Just a nap, he told himself. Just a nap-
   Jack shot up in his chair as Tim and Toby bursted through the door, a bleeding Brian weighing on their shoulders. He seemed very aware of what was going on as he kept growling
at the other two that he was fine. Jack quickly walked over, acting as professional as he could. Brian ripped his arms from his colleagues, moaning in slight pain.
"What happened?" Jack asked as he grabbed Brian's arm gently, guiding him to the surgical bed. He was quite happy he cleaned and made the bed, he didn't need anything infecting or getting in the wounds.
Tim and Toby looked at each other, seeing which one wanted to tell the tale. Toby really didn't want to because of his tics making him stutter. Tim frankly just didn't like talking a lot, and this was going to be a very long story. Eventually Toby sighed, turning to Jack to answer him.
   "Well... we broke into a h-h-house and thought we had killed-d everyone off and..." Toby rubbed the back of his neck. "One guy was left. He sn-snuck up behind Brian." He said. Tim blinked a few times with a sigh.
"The only reason one guy was left is because these two decided to go into the house when a car was gone. The man came back after we finished off everyone in the house. He attacked Brian from behind, stabbing his arm, cutting his side and chest, and slicing open his upper leg." Tim said, angry with how horribly Toby explained what happened.
   Toby looked down, scuffing the floor with his shoe. Jack nodded, looking at Brian who was already taking off his shirt and hoody.
   "I'll take care of him boys. You go rest." Jack told them as he began gathering equipment. Tim and Toby nodded eagerly as they left. "Okay, let's see those wounds." The cannibal said, turning to look at his patient.
   Brian was in the process of removing his shoes and pants so Jack could inspect the wound. Jack wasn't disappointed with what he saw. Brian had a chiseled six pack as well as some amazingly toned legs. Jack refrained from licking his lips as he walked over. He didn't mind seeing anyone without their clothes on in his office, this was his job. He wasn't bothered until Brian took his mask off. Jack felt his face heat up slightly as light brown locks spilled from underneath it, hitting the middle of his neck. His eyes were a bright emerald green and he had freckles dotting his cheeks and over his nose.
   "You took your mask off?" Jack questioned as he moved over, quickly noticing the giant wound in Brian's arm. The man nodded, remaining silent. Jack set his medical tools down as Brian laid back. Jack immediately set to work with disinfecting the wounds, saying sorry each time Brian hissed in pain.
The leg needed stitches while his arm needed staples. Jack found himself blushing as he stitched Brian's leg. His hand being that close to Brian crotch made him embarrassed beyond belief. The stab was definitely on his upper leg, what Tim hadn't mentioned to him was that it was on his inner thigh. He could've sworn when he had been stitching Brian had chuckled  seductively but was quite sure it was just his imagination.