#maybe Harley wouldn’t do something like this without Leith’s permission but maybe he would

[harleith-harlot]

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Brain went brrrrrr *throws this at you*

The Doctor was a twisted man. Since the Hour of Joy, he had awoken Bruno from whatever drugged stupor he had put him in multiple times to… experiment. He left his body fairly unscathed, all things considered, but his mind… Bruno shuddered to think about what torture was awaiting him this time. The previous time had been relatively tame once Bruno recovered from the shock of seeing Harley Sawyer’s face again. Just the usual reminder of who held the power and some gloating about his new body. Had Leith Pierre really gone that far…?

Currently, Bruno was once again strapped to an operating table, bound, gagged, and unable to close his eyes. In front of him were several small, inactive monitors surrounding a larger television that was displaying a security feed of an empty room. Before Bruno could wonder if Sawyer’s new experiment was to torture him with boredom, there was movement on the feed.

The Doctor entered the room accompanied by a man who Bruno could tell was, despite the scars and slight signs of age since he had last seen him, a very alive, very safe-looking Leith Pierre. The pair stopped right in the center of the camera’s view. Their voices came through the screen.

“Harley, what are you planning?” Pierre asked, head tilted in amusement.

“Is it so unbelievable that I wanted to spend some time alone with you?”

Pierre raised a brow, but before he could answer, Sawyer had stepped forward and kissed him, hands threading through Pierre’s hair.

Bruno tried valiantly to close his eyes. He could not.

Pierre eventually pulled away to gasp for breath, a thread of saliva connecting his lips to Sawyer’s for a moment. “Harley-“

“Shh, Leith. Indulge me, won’t you?” As Pierre still panted, Sawyer leaned down and began to kiss down Pierre’s neck. When he reached his pulse-point, Sawyer bit down, causing Pierre to throw his head back and moan. Bruno once again tried in vain to close his eyes.

Sawyer continued to pepper kisses down Pierre’s neck and collarbone, leaving more and more bites as he went.

“What’s gotten into-ah! Must you bite so hard?”

“Just who gave me these teeth, again? I am simply putting them to good use. I want to remind everyone who you chose. Who you belong to.”

The array of screens in front of Bruno suddenly flashed red, Sawyer’s eye glaring directly at him from all angles. His robotic voice echoed from the monitors before he bit down again.

“You’re mine, Leith. Mine.”

“Yes, Harley!” Pierre gasped. “I’m yours.”