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"So," he was never good about wrapping up these kinds of sessions, "how many cubs are you going to snuff today?"
"You know as well as I do that I have to say 'zero'," the patient pulled up his pants. "You're required to report that kind of shit."
"I may be," retorted the deer to the dalmation, "but that doesn't mean I'm going to, Derek."
Cecil jotted something on his note pad. "Same time next week?"
Derek nodded faintly, "I suppose."
Cecil made himself look busy. It took Derek a moment to notice that it was to be taken as his cue to leave. He caught himself lingering. He knew that the deer that had just fucked him couldn't be that busy with his slacks folded over the back of his chair, his dick dripping, his shoes in the corner of the room. The dalmation hated this side of his therapist and also knew better than to bring it up. It could interfere with the therapy to bring their personal dynamic into it. They ought to at least pretend to have normal boundaries, he thought as he saw himself out of the office.
Cecil heaved a sigh when the Derek was finally gone. He didn't know how things had gotten this way. He shook his head, disapproving of himself. He knew exactly how it came to be. Derek was his patient and had spoken of some fucked up shit about his views on the world and his sexual desires. Cecil didn't try to hide his arousal and they ended up yiffing for the rest of the session, stopping abruptly when the secretary buzzed that the next appointment had arrived.
The deer cursed himself. He had let it spiral out of control. He had changed Derek's slot to be either the last appointment before lunch or the last one of the day. On one occasion they'd been together for a few hours after closing. They kept going at it. Then, Cecil woke up. He was disgusted that he'd been spooning his client. He didn't have any kind of romantic feelings for the dog. Derek was a good fuck and his troubles were, frankly, exciting.
He was going to have to end it some time, he knew. Though Derek's understanding and mutual agreement made it harder. There was also looming judgement. He knew he wouldn't be the dalmation's therapist forever and when the dog went to someone else, he could be exposed. That was enough to cause hesitation. Cecil was in a damned-if-you-do-damned-if-you-don't situation. Seeing how he was already in it and couldn't get out, may as well keep having sex with his client, even if payment implied he was little more than a whore who could listen.
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He also wished they could be more than pantient and client. They'd never have a romance. They could probably never be friends, not with what Cecil knew. Derek still longed for something a little more, he knew that desire couldn't be achieved. He wished he knew how to broach the subject without being obvious about it. Cecil would see right through any hypothetical. He was a good therapist, always down to business whenever they weren't fucking.
Derek drove home without noticing that his therapist was watching, stroking himself absent mindedly. Cecil knew it couldn't continue like this. He didn't know what the future would hold, but settling into anything would be better than the limbo they had both thrown themselves into.
The deer cleaned himself up and made himself presentable. He quickly ate the sandwich he packed and mentally prepared himself for the afternoon appointments. He would have to have a long talk with Derek. It would have to wait until next time. The two o'clock would be arriving any minute.","pools_count":0,"title":"Patient Confidentiality","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"text/rtf","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"2","rating_name":"Adult","ratings":[{"content_tag_id":"4","name":"Sexual Themes","description":"Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal","rating_id":"2"}],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"f","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"0","views":"114","sales_description":null,"forsale":"f","digitalsales":"f","printsales":"f","digital_price":""}