“We’re sort of dating,” Muse’s muffled words came a second before he exhaled as Zane’s fingers popped free.
“Arlet is the reason you currently have a candle lodged in your anal cavity?” That honestly came as a surprise. Zane had no idea that girl had a freaky side to her. She was a student at Guest Fine Arts Academy, but the two of them had interacted on several occasions due to her social status. “Did she abandon you afterward?”
“She’s embarrassed,” Muse said.
“She’s worried about being sued,” Pavel bluntly corrected. “Which is a very real possibility. You both signedwaivers claiming to understand the rules of the club before entering. Now, not only have you broken those rules, but you also disturbed Zane and—” He stopped himself abruptly, took a second to collect himself, and then spoke with less fervor, “We’ll have to see how the rest of this goes before I make a legal decision.”
“To be clear,” Zane stated as he got off the bed to grab a pair of forceps from the kit before returning, “this is not part of my job description as the Royal Physician to the Imperial family.”
“Future, Royal Physician,” Pavel’s tone was the same one he’d used to correct Muse a moment ago and Zane risked a glare at him over his shoulder before getting back to work.
“My point,” he grabbed the bottle of lube that had been left on the bed and squeezed a generous amount over the forceps, “is that fishing through some bastard's asshole is so very far beneath me,I’mtempted to sue the both ofyou.”
The forceps went in smoothly and he blindly wiggled them around, clicking his tongue at Muse when the guy mewled in discomfort.
Or maybe arousal…
Zane leaned back and checked, and sure enough, the man was hard and leaking all over—A hand suddenly covered his eyes and he froze.
“I don’t think that’s where you need to be looking to get the job done,” Pavel’s voice came directly behind him. When had he gotten so close?
“You want to do it?” Zane shot back, but Pavel didn’t sound amused when he spoke again.
“I’m barely keeping myself collected as it is, Doctor. Watching you play with another man’s naked form was not on my agenda, and I’m finding it difficult not to pull one of your fancy knives free.”
Zane frowned. “Do you and Muse have something going on as well?”
He chuckled darkly and leaned in closer, dropping his voice so as not to scare Muse with his next words. “I’d use the knife to castrate him. Since you liked looking at his junk so much, I feel the need to do away with it so you no longer have that option.”
He sucked in a breath. “What?”
“Work, Doctor.” Despite his order, he kept his hand firmly in place. “We can settle the rest afterward.”
“Um,” Muse took a deep breath, “I’m pretty sure this isn’t how things are supposed to be done?”
“Would you rather we bring you to the hospital and wheel you through the emergency room ass up for all to see?” Zane twisted the forceps and latched onto the offending object buried within the man. He eased it out, trying to avoid damage despite his harsh words.
Pavel shifted behind him and then finally removed his hand, moving quickly to toss a nearby blanket over Muse.
Zane got up and tossed the forceps and the inch-long piece of what used to be white wax into the trash bin. There was no way he was going to be cleaning those. The school could afford to buy new ones, considering what they charged for tuition.
“Thank you, Doctor,” Muse still sounded embarrassed, but there was relief in his tone as well.
“I’m not a doctor,” he replied, closing the lid on the first aid kit with a click. “I’m not licensed yet.” Less than a year to go and he would be, not that he planned on pointing that out. Instead, he tucked a hand into his pocket, picked up the box with the other and coolly turned back to face the pale man now sitting on the edge of the bed. “As your peer, I recommend not stickingrandom objects up your butt. And you,” he scowled at Pavel, “don’t you supply toys to your patrons?”
Pavel moved toward the tall wooden dresser set in the corner, pulling open the doors. When he stepped aside and swept his arm out to it there was a pompous glint in his eyes.
Zane didn’t bother taking in the vast array of toys displayed in the dresser. Since his job was done here, he simply spun on his heels and left, checking the time on his multi-slate as he went. There was a missed message from over a half hour ago.
She was early.
Shit.
And he was going to be late.
“What’s the hurry?” Pavel fell into step at his side. “Since you’re already here, you should have dinner. On me.”
“I came because Kelevra called,” Zane stated. “This wasn’t a personal favor, so there’s no need for you to compensate me.”
