Summary

Alfred F. Jones was a serial killer with a count of fifty, at least…that they had found. Excused from the death penalty with a plea of insanity, Jones was sent to the one institution that was equipped to handle such a high security case. And…assigned the one doctor that could handle a high risk patient, especially with such a unique history. Experience was one thing Ivan Braginsky had plenty of and things weren't quite adding up with Jones' record but he had to follow through with the treatment plan initiated by the court until he had properly formed his own detailed account. Needless to say they were both looking forward to their first meeting but for entirely different reasons.

Tags to be aware of: Original male character, Implied/Reference Rape/Non-con, Miscarriage mentioned, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Physical abuse, Doctor/Patient, Mpreg

Another old rp and though not my first with this partner, my America at the time, this certainly has some years on it and boy did it need some editing. Probably needs even more but I'll tweak it here and there a touch later when I'm not drowning in clinical days.

Alfred's arms were tied up behind his back, his face covered in a clear mask to keep him from biting anyone. He was pushed out of the prison van, his bare feet hitting the cold ground. "Trk" he growled "no shoes?" He looked at the man pulling him into the building "…Rude."
The officer growled "Shut up murderer. You are lucky to have such a nice place to go to after what you did."
Alfred chuckled, pushing himself against the officer "You weren't saying that a minute ago while I was sucking your cock in the back of the van, now were you?"
The officer growled and pushed him off "Sh-shut up" he pushed Alfred in, walking up to the bared cells. He rang the bell, waiting for the doctor or another officer to let him in with the new patient.

A large, broad-shouldered man in a long, pristine white coat with his name tag stitched in and a clipboard with his new patient's information walked up to the two men "Alfred F. Jones, correct?" he verified with the officer "bring him in, we have secured room for him."
He led the duo back into the main patient area and to a room made of durable padding and plastic to allow for quick observations of the dangerous patients. Ivan opened the door and stepped aside to allow them through.

Alfred whistled "Hot damn…I got a hot doctor… So baby when are me and you going to fuck?" He was pushed in by the officer. Alfred turned around and held his arms out a bit from his back "Hmm undo me baby?"

Ivan's brow rose but he said nothing, stepping up to undo the straps of the restraint, a prepped needle ready with a tranquilizer, hidden away in an easy to reach area just in case things turned dangerous. He quickly and efficiently released his patient and stepped away and out once the officer was out of the room. Once it was properly sealed he spoke up "This is your new home, you will grow used to it. Behave and things will be easier for all of us."

Alfred moved his arms a bit, yawning "…Really doctor…when are we going to do it? I sucked off officer small dick here on the way over…you seem like a man that has something packing down there." He pressed his hands to the clear wall, smiling "…Later then?"
The officer growled "…Fucking whore…"

"I don't do such things with patients" Ivan said evenly, it wasn't the first time one of his moral-less patients hit on him, lusting after their caretakers seemed to be rather common. "Dinner is in a couple of hours" he said and left with the officer not far behind, eager to leave the dreary, overly sterile building.

Alfred rolled his eyes "What a tight ass you are…you don't know what you are missing" he called, walking to the corner of his cell. He sat down and pulled his legs to his chest; it was too quiet here for the blonde.

Ivan showed the officer out, not pressing about what Alfred had claimed. He returned to his office to study Alfred's file and get a better understanding of his new charge.

Alfred stood and walked around the cell, hating it. It was too perfect…too…white and clean. He sighed and bit his hand hard, making it bleed. He rubbed his blood all over the cell, getting it to look imperfect.

Alfred's file read:
Alfred F. Jones: 23 year old white male
Blood type: O Rh: Positive.
Parents deceased: Father received death penalty for murder of wife; patient's mother.
Mother dead from organ damage and internal hemorrhage. Impressions on body and patient accounts state it was "from being beat by a hammer."
Ex-husband: beat Alfred daily and then ran off with another male.
Subject seems to have deep psychological trauma. Victims: primarily male. When asked why he kills males he says "They are pigs." Further analysis has determined that all victims that have been found, male and female, have charges of rape, sexual assault, and/or domestic violence.
Adequate appetite and accepts treatment well.
High sex drive. Limit one-on-one contact. Refuses
Recommendation: Check frequently, pt at risk for self harm but denies suicidality.

With a soft sigh Ivan set the papers down, passing over the finer details of his kill pattern and things that he had been informed of before taking on such a dangerous man. He did, however, make note of his behaviour tied to the high sex drive 'Perhaps some aids would take care of it' he mused 'it wouldn't be the first time we have ordered something…unusual for a unique patient…' He glanced at the time, sighing when he saw that nearly no time had passed so he decided to occupy himself with going through the patient rounds and checking on his staff.

Alfred sighed, watching the blood drip from his finger. The cut on his hand slowed; the indentions of his teeth filling with clotting blood. He shifted, flexed his hand to reopen the small wounds, and counted the drops. "This place is so boring." He stood, climbing up to the small window to the outside world, feeling the chill radiating from the plastic "…And too cold."

Finally it came time to pass out meals, Ivan left most of the patients to a couple of his assistants but he took Alfred's tray personally to discuss his apparent needs. He pushed the tray through the slot "Your dinner…" Ivan glanced around as the brilliant red decorating the once pristine walls and floor, taking note of the smooth, purposeful strokes. He spotted the wound as Alfred went to get his food "Do you have a reason?" he asked.

"…I don't like perfection. It's too white." He took the tray, sitting down on the floor by the door, eating. "It's not some blood kink. It's just the only thing I had" he looked up at Ivan.

Ivan nodded "It does not seem to need bandages but I will check it later to see how it is healing. You have an abnormally high sex drive" he started, getting straight to the point, "as emphasized by your behaviour earlier, we can either put you on medication to reduce your drive or give you items to take care of the issue, which do you prefer?" he asked, getting straight to business.

Alfred sighed "Rather have your dick but I'll take the toy. I don't want any more meds." He shifted and continued to eat "My hand will be fine."

"What is your preference?" Ivan wanted details before he went through the arduous process.

"Something long and thick that vibrates" he looked up at Ivan "those details?"

Ivan nodded, shifting "Anything specific?" he asked, knowing that such broad terms could vary greatly between individuals.

"…Just a normal dildo but had a vibrate feature. You know this all could be avoided if you just fucked me." His eyes locked on the other man's.

"I told you before; I do not have such relations with my patients" Ivan said, meeting Alfred's gaze evenly.

"Don't see why not. Free ass and by your attitude, it shows you have no one at home. So why not?" he stood, walking to the plastic. He pressed his hands to it "Who's going to know?"

"I am well taken care of on my off-time, I assure you" Ivan emphasized calmly, it was indeed true, for the most part, he could easily take care of his own needs or find a partner but he rarely found it necessary to bother with.

"…Then why don't you take care of me?" he locked eyes with Ivan then walked away from the plastic. He handed him the tray, only eating a bit of it "I'm done." He walked back to his spot against the window, watching the patients that got outside time

"I will get the item you want, is there anything else you need?" Ivan asked; the tray in hand and already noting the percentage he ate.

"No" he rolled his eyes a bit "only a question… When do I get to go outside?" his were eyes still on the group outside.

"Your record was suspiciously absent of your social behaviours aside from a preference of male victims so you will have to be studied and observed before we allow you out, even with restraints" Ivan explained with an authoritative air.

Alfred nodded "Fair enough. Reason there was no social activity is because I've never been given any." He shifted and leaned against the window, looking out at the people "…" He felt his sexual frustration pushing to the top. He breathed evenly, trying to calm his urgent need.
A nurse came up beside Ivan "Sir, there are a couple guests here to visit patient Jones."

"Lead them in" he said with a nod before turning his attention back to Alfred "I have little doubt about that given your record."

"…Yeah, mostly people seem to want me on high alert. Don't understand why. I only killed rapists and murderers."
The nurse led the blond men in.
"Alfie."
Alfred's face paled, hands gripping the bars of the window. He didn't dare turn around.
Arthur looked at Ivan "Thank you for housing him. Mind stepping away for a few minutes so that I may talk with him?"
The longer haired blond just stared at the blond in the cell, lost in thought.

Ivan immediately noticed the stark change in the easy-going man 'Interesting…' He turned to the shortest blond man "My apologies, he needs to be directly observed by staff with each interaction until we are aware of how he behaves."

"…That's fine just please keep your opinions to yourself as we speak." He turned and looked at his ex-husband "Alfred. I'm selling your home. Half of it is mine… The bank isn't waiting or working with you anymore. You fucked up."
Alfred gripped the bars on the window tighter.
"We killed the dogs. We don't want to pay for them so we put them down. Sold all your things. Thought for sure you were getting the death penalty. But, haha, I always knew you were a crazy bitch… Oh how rude. Alfred this is Francis… Francis, this is my ex-husband Alfred."
Francis chuckled "Pity…he is cute."
Alfred got down from the window and walked to the plastic "Know this Arthur… If I ever get out of here…and your little police buddy isn't protecting you…I will kill you and take my time. A cut for every hit you laid on me." He turned back and went to the window.
"Too bad you won't be able to visit your mom's grave next week. You have been doing so well."

Ivan was taken aback by the onslaught but he did not immediately react, trying to be respectful of the agreement but as it escalated he knew he needed to stop it. He grabbed Arthur's shoulder to get his attention, making sure Francis knew he was talking to him as well "You two need to leave, you have said enough and upset my patient" he started to guide them away "if you do not leave now, I will have security escort you."

Arthur put his hands up "Haha alright, alright." He looked at the blond "See ya Alfie… Maybe I'll visit again and have a quick fuck with ya. I know you would like that…" he waved and took Francis' hand and left with the nurse.
Alfred sighed, leaning his head against the bars. He shook his head a bit but stayed silent until he spoke only two words "Thank you."

"I'd enjoy far too much letting you have your way with him" Ivan growled once he returned "rude people are the worst" he pinched the bridge of his nose and heard Alfred speak. "…?" He paused, his mind catching up with what Alfred had said "You're welcome, I am sorry to put you through that. Would you like me to ban them from visiting you so other staff will know not to bring them in?"

Alfred nodded "I don't want him near me…at all. Or his whore of a wife, Francis. I don't want any visitors. At all." He pressed his head more against the bars.
Arthur laughed as he looked back at Ivan "Don't fuck him too hard doctor he may fall in love with you. The thought of it right?" He laughed harder before the nurse closed the door to the cells.

"…He's irritating" Ivan glared "I'll put them on your restricted list as soon as I'm back in my office and you will not have to worry about either of them again."

"Thanks. Yeah…he is very irritating. People are shocked when I tell them I was married to him for seven years. Most tell me I'm a hero or I have an asshole kink." He rolled his head from side to side, hitting his head very gently against the wall.

"I am very surprised you managed for so long, what kept you with him?" Ivan asked curiously, wanting to piece together more of his story and get a feel for who he was behind the file.

"…I thought I was in love. He made the pain stop. I thought the abuse was out of love… Until we saw other couples and I realized. When I started to leave…he would knock me out and beat me. Threatening to hurt the few people I tried to have as friends. I only got out because of Francis. Fucking him. I came home to it and that's when I snapped." He leaned against the window "…Wasted my life and it nearly killed me… Now I'm here. Some whore-like patient you have to deal with."

"There's love and then there is blind desire" Ivan said with a knowing sigh "you put up with far too much but you are far more calm like this than I expected, you took the situation very well. Better than I would have in your position."

"…Thank you?" he chuckled a bit. "…Honestly…I know I'm stuck here forever so why not behave a bit. With him…I know karma will grab him… He is why I am like this…sex hungry. After being forced sex drugs for years it sticks with you…" He shrugged "Don't worry Vanya. It seems I'll be one of your well behaved patients for the time being."

"I'm happy to gain a well-behaved patient but the 'for now' ending ensures that I will still be keeping a close eye on you" Ivan said with a raised brow.

Alfred nodded "Alright, that's only fair…" he leaned back against the window "…you don't have to stay here. I'm not leaving this cell as you know."

"I know, I am merely observing and keeping you company. I will leave soon to finish up my work and leave for the night" Ivan chuckled.

Alfred chuckled "…Lucky…" he shifted and got out of the window, sitting on the floor "…guess…drive safe and watch out for ice."

"Thank you" Ivan said "now, you wanted a long, thick, vibrating dildo, anything else?" he asked for verification.

Alfred shivered at the question but pushed down his need "…N-no…I know your dick is off limits…so…I'm good…maybe a blanket at least…?"

Ivan noticed the shiver and made a mental note of it "I'll be back with a blanket in a few minutes" he smiled with a nod, heading out of the enclosed area and down the hall to the linen closet to take a couple spare blankets out and bring them back to Alfred, pushing them through the tray to Alfred.

Alfred took them gently and backed up "…Enjoy home for the both of us Ivan." He locked eyes with the man then nodded, heading to the corner. He got in a small ball and wrapped the blankets around himself.

The doctor watched him for a moment and nodded despite Alfred being covered "I will see you again tomorrow" he said and left for home to relax.

Alfred snuggled more into the corner. He waited until Ivan was gone to suck on his fingers and slide them into himself. "…Ah…" he whispered, jacking himself off as he fingered himself. He quickly finished and cleaned off his hand. It wasn't enough…but it was something. He flipped over and snuggled deep in the corner. It took a while for him to fall asleep but eventually he did; hidden in blankets.

What Alfred didn't realise was that a camera had caught everything and would be reviewed in the morning once the usual staff arrived, Ivan included.
He arrived home, rolling his mind over Alfred's actions and words along the way and simply cataloging them to study later when he had gathered a bit more information. Out of all of his patients Alfred seemed the least like his profile so far. It had only been a few hours but the transfer between facilities tended to be rough on patients and Alfred took it very well. He pushed everything back a bit as he stepped through his door, hanging up his large coat and scarf in the small closet by the door. Ivan set about making dinner, relaxing with a nice meal before going upstairs to shower and sleep.

Alfred hid under his covers, sleeping the night away. He kept to his corner, ignoring the sexual remarks from the other patients knowing he was safe. He relaxed and slept the night away. He was nice and warm thanks to Ivan. That night his head and dreams were full of images of Ivan…sexual and nonsexual.

Ivan woke up naturally early, with the first light through the large window of his bedroom and went to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee while he dressed and got ready for work.

Alfred got up around the same time, sitting up slowly with a grunt. He rubbed his lower back before standing. He pulled the blanket with him when he climbed into the window, watching the sun rise with a smile "Glad that…I can do this at least…"

An hour and a couple cups of strong coffee later, Ivan was leaving for the hospital he worked at, the drive passing by fairly quickly given the nice early morning weather. As soon as he returned he clocked in and started his rounds, finding many of the patients still sleeping but a few here and there including Alfred were awake. Ivan paused by Alfred's room "Did you sleep alright?" he asked.

Alfred jumped at the sudden noise. He looked back and chuckled "You scared me." He gently jumped down from the window and walked to the plastic. "Yeah…I slept well. How about you?" he pressed his hands to the plastic.

Ivan couldn't contain the chuckle at the behaviour but he managed to rein himself back "I did as well and I'm happy to hear that, the first few nights sometimes require medication until the person adjusts but you have been adjusting very well."

"…I'm not sleeping on a cold floor and no window…it's a step up. No complaining here." he chuckled, hands still against the plastic.

"They had you sleeping on the floor previously?" Ivan asked.

"…Yeah. Murderers don't get beds…I don't even have shoes" he showed his bare feet. "…Well…clothes were barely given as well… It wasn't a happy place…so this place is like heaven" he laughed off the memory "meals, a padded room, and a window…heaven."

"You have killed many but you are still human and should be treated as such" he said with slightly narrowed eyes, knowing he needed to record that and get the previous facility inspected. He relaxed a bit "I am happy you like your room. With a padded floor you should not need shoes but we can have a set for you if you are able to pass evaluation and leave your room. Do you know your size?"

"…I wear a size 9…" he smiled. "…Yeah right now I'm good. But know that…I'm going to pass and be able to go outside…" He pressed his forehead to the plastic "…Being a good boy still…doesn't press my offer away… You are very…sexy, doctor… Your staff loves to speak highly of your work and your looks."

"I hold firm to what I said before" he smiled softly "and I will set out a pair of the patient shoes just in case." Just as he was about to step away he paused, recalling what he had forgotten "I ordered the toy, it should arrive in a few days" he said casually "and breakfast is in an hour" he finished and walked out of the enclosed hallway of specialized rooms.

Alfred sighed and pressed his head against the plastic more "…" the pain in his belly was back. He sighed and walked back to his corner. He felt low doing this to himself. It was a deep need…not even for the pleasure. It was a release. He shifted and took himself in his hand; continuing from last night. He tried to get his fingers deeper. He whimpered and shook, frustrated that he couldn't reach that spot. He gave up and didn't finish, wrapping himself in blankets. He ignored the pain. Maybe when he got out he would let one of the other people fuck him. He didn't know just yet.

Ivan headed to the main office with a quick stop to reserve a pair of shoes for Alfred. He settled in to review the night's tape, surprised that none of the other staff were there. He looked through to be sure each monitor was working still and set the secondary one to play back while the primary continued to record as it did throughout the day. He sped through the night, keeping an eye out for any odd behaviours but everything seemed fine until he got to Alfred's room. Ivan slowed the tape and found that the curious movements started the moment he had left and continued for several minutes. He had a couple of ideas of what it could be given the patient and situation but nothing definitive given that Alfred was covered with blankets. On a whim he went through the beginning of the morning's tape, catching the tail end of his conversation with Alfred and a couple of minutes of activity afterward; showing Alfred teasing himself, in unfortunately little detail given the distance of the camera but showing it nonetheless. A smirk found his lips, unknown to him until he chuckled with a shake of his head and left for his office to finish setting out what needed to be worked on before he went to help pass out meals.

Hope you enjoyed it! If anything caught your interest I'd love to hear about it in a comment or message!

~Poison