From Russia with Love

It wasn’t even remotely surprising to see just how busy of a place AFW’s medical center could be. There were only so many matches that could be scheduled in a day and at least half of them ended with little more than scrapes and bruises. The real returns were found in the backstage area, where bloody fights and destructive brawls happened too regularly for management to effectively suppress. Not that doing so was necessarily in their best interest. No matter how many bodies filled the medical rooms, the lawless nature of the federation was an undoubtedly popular point of attraction for many.

That was certainly the case for one particular nurse as she made her way past the front desk and toward the side rooms. Staff moved to and from the doors, checking in and out of the long line of patients behind each door. A medical cart sped by her at a brisk pace that very nearly sent a tray full of capsules clattering to the floor. Another pair of nurses chatted amongst themselves about one of the recent matches. A Russian and the poor Japanese boy she’d put in this very ward, only two rooms down and fresh out of his little snooze. He was due for a quick examination soon, though nothing about him looked particularly bad. They wouldn’t have to hurry with that one.

Well, the nurse that passed the pair couldn’t help but give in to the empathy in her heart. She flipped through another page of the clipboard in her hand,  There was a curious smile about her face as she walked toward the room and unlocked the door. Pushing the door open, she confirmed that the room was empty save for the bed and the person in it. The examinee’s desk was empty beside him. No one had sat in the chair recently. He must have been a fresh arrival.

She didn’t offer a peek the wrestler’s way.  Her mind was too focused on her thoughts. The woman simply slipped inside and closed the door behind her. “Ah, Yuto Ishigami? We’re terribly sorry for the delay this evening. I’m here for your check-up.” She peeked again at her clipboard, reviewing the details on her patient with a flip of the page. “How are you feeling?”

The medical center was a place Yuto was pretty familiar with. Even if his matches were relatively lighter compared to most other stuffs the league had, he's still obligated for a post match checkup for safety regulations and what not. Most of the times, the staffs were just messing around with him, but he did took quite a beating tonight, so it's a pretty good reason to get examined for real.

The boy was having a little shut eye inside the room, trying to get a bit of rest as he felt quite sore after the match. That crazy broad really did some numbers on me, ugh, he thought. Well, can't expect them all to play nice, I guess... Hearing the nurse's voice, he opened his eyes and looked at her for a moment before giving the woman a wry smirk.

"I've been better, I guess..."

“Is that so? Well, I am sorry to hear that, Ishigami-san.” The nurse’s thumb pushed the door lock closed the moment after Yuto’s self-diagnosis. In the shadow of the light, she grew a long and devious leer that appeared to glow a pristine white as she slowly turned on the spot. Her hand swiped her long purple bangs to one side, offering a clear view of her subject out of her one good eye, and giving Yuto the best look possible at an eerily familiar face.

In Your Trusted Care:

“It will only be getting worse.” Sophia’s voice slipped back to its more comfortable, broken vernacular that let her Russian accent flow more freely. The serene, genteel nature of a caring practitioner fizzled away like droplets on a scorching fire. She knew Yuto must have missed it a lot.

“Yuto, I have realized after our time together that I must know you rather well, yes? I would think so, yes?” That voracious smile slashed across her face stalked Yuto from one end of the room to other as the Russian nurse made her way over with a slow strut, taking in the sight of the feeble male wrestler with a hand to her hip. She came close enough for her thighs to touch his knees as he sat, leaning forward as she ran the steel tip of her clipboard along his bare chest. “You would not think of something as foolish as running, would you?”

Yuto froze the moment he saw a familiar face, one that he thought or even wished he wouldn't see again in the near future. But here she was, the sole cause of his current state of wreckage, his opponent from the so called match earlier, the crazy broad. He had to say the nurse attire somehow fit her rather nicely, but the thought instantly replaced with genuine concern. Something told him that Sophia wasn't here for a friendly visit.

"Ugh..." he gulped, fear creeping into his eyes. "W-what are you doing here...?"

Sophia’s giggle could have been interpreted as something cheery and sincere if it were heard from the other side of the locked door. One that wouldn’t have been out of place in a heartfelt reunion between two lovers. But in the way that the Russian stalked her way to Yuto on the examination bed, long strides and a fanged smile eager to tear apart a tender piece of meat, the atmosphere within the room oppressed each and every body present. All except one, who leaned into Yuto as she drew near, stretching her hands out at either side of him as she brought her face close to his own. A finger poked him square in his chest, slowly drawing a wide circle around his heart and over his chiseled frame.

“Yuto. That almost sounded of disheartenment. It could not be that you are upset to see me, yes?” Her finger quickly trailed down his toned abdomen, past his stomach and between his legs, touching the delicate tip beneath the fabric of his shorts. Her genteel smile reamined, maintaining its dark edge when her hand suddenly clawed deep into his crotch, grasping every sensitive feature tightly as they gushed out from her palm. “After all of our time together? That would not be good. Not at all.”

Yuto was growing more nervous by each passing seconds. The way Sophia drawing herself near him made him felt like a prey in front of a starving beast, which was probably an accurate description of the situation. He twitched a little as she ran her finger on his body, all the way down to his nether region, then groaned in surprise as the woman's hand gave him a squeeze between his legs.

"Gaah...! I-I'm s-sorry...! I'm just... uh... t-tired..." he tried to make an excuse.

This was bad from his perspective, to say the least. He thought Sophia would have been pretty satisfied with the match, so why she's here to pile up more misery on him? He's thinking of screaming for help, but something told him that it wouldn't end well for him at all. So for the time being, he decided to just try being as calm as he could, and hoping that the woman was actually nicer than how she acted in the match...

"Then wake the fuck up." The Russian’s claws dug deeper into his balls for a rough moment as she forced their gazes to lock, drilling her singular demand through the weakness of his eyes. Though it was the hand that inflicted pain, it was the tone of her words that sought to control her enfeebled quarry. The pain sharpened...then suddenly lessened. The force she worked between her fingers rescinded, and rather than claw, her fingers caressed through the fabric of his worried member. She took a step closer, moving between his legs and pressing her chest to his as their faces came closer than ever. "You have a long night ahead of you, yes?"

Sophia pressed her lips to his. Her hand slowly kneaded his crotch, rubbing away the punishment they’d just been dealt with a few tender motions of her hands. They’d become so unfortunately calloused and rough in many places over a lifetime of service, but when her hands moved with purpose the difference was negligible. Yuto would want no one else but her by sunrise.

She kissed him deeply for a few moments longer, placating to that hidden desire for reward before she drew away, breathing a hot sight across his face. "And no matter what happens...do not scream.” Her lips came close to his ear. “It will be the last sound you make."

"Acck...!" Yuto winced some more as Sophia's grip increased, causing him to squirm a little in response.

Fortunately, the woman then showed mercy by easing up her hand, even somewhat soothing the pain with her caressing. The boy didn't really know how to react as Sophia brought herself closer to him, pressing her chest against his while continuing to massage his crotch. What followed was a deep kiss that drew some moans from Yuto. His body wriggled slightly, his mind now starting to relax a little, until Sophia made her threat.

"Y-yes..." he gulped.

As long as they understood each other.

The Japanese boy appeared remarkably accepting of his position. As much as she would love to take all of the credit, something about the way he carried himself told her this was far from an unfamiliar position for him. Especially outside of the ring. If only she could do something about that placid disposition of his. There were a few ideas…

Her lips drew away from his ear to kiss at the crook of his neck. Her hand came to his cheek, pressing his face closer as she worked her way underneath his jaw. She made her way down towards his shoulder and found a bruise to focus on that the nurses evidently hadn’t administered proper attention to yet. She didn’t taste any alcohol, any difference in temperature. Her teeth went to work, worrying the discolored spot between her teeth and only half-curious about the kind of sounds he’d make.

She already had a fair guess thanks to tonight. Sophia was after a different kind of flavor while she had him.

"Nnghh..." Yuto let out a quiet moan as Sophia peppering his neck with some kisses and trailed down to his chest.

As the woman's lips came to contact with one of his bruises, the boy twitched and winced slightly, his expression turning a little worried as he saw her baring her teeth at it. Yuto could shake his head a little, pleading for Sophia to not do whatever she had in mind with the position. Keeping quiet could be difficult if the woman decided to mess around with his injuries...