Title: Of Dotors, Ducks and Dragons
Author: Taylor York
Part: 1/1
Disclaimer: Lovingly borrowing these characters for a sad short amount of time. I wont be making any money off of this and will not in the future.
* Warning* : It has M/M so if you are underadge or find m/m offensive DO NOT READ THIS.
Summery: Door #1, Door #2... Opps, That was the wrong door.
Archive: Yes, but only at RRyaoi. (Every one els must ask)

C&C are wanted.

Thanks once again to the wonderful Beta reader Bill the Radish.

Warning to all list members:

I Last so Mousse running to Bill the Radishes Hole in lurkerdom, with the knowledge that the Sweet One is Hardly ever there anymore. Where he got this false information is beyond me. (Taylor look at the running Mousse with innocent eyes, to bad she has an evil smirk on her face.)

He's all yours, Bill the Radish, you had better hide him fast before the rest of the list catches up

~Of Dotors, Ducks and Dragons~

Mousse looked down at the broken pair of glasses that he knew were there, he just couldn't see them. It had been his last pair too. Mousse felt like singing that kids song about the monkeys and the alligator where, one by one, the alligator ate the monkeys who mocked the reptile from the trees.

Every single time that he put on his glasses someone either knocked them off or bashed them up. No matter what though, they always ended up broken.

Knowing he could do nothing about it, Mousse picked up the package and started to walk to the closest door and hoped that it was the one that he was looking for. Cologne would get very mad at him if he did not deliver the mystery package to the proper people on time.

Nerima had really died down since Akane and Ranma's Mother eloped several weeks ago. Genma had sold himself to the zoo after learning that he could eat and sleep every day away for the rest of his life. Ranma left with Shampoo after disowning his family. It was still rather disappointing that Shampoo had chosen Ranma over him. Even Kasumi had up and eloped with Ryoga.

Mousse felt lonely, even if he did have Cologne for company. It would be several weeks of tying up loose ends before he and the elder would be able to return to China. Mousse was starting to wonder if he should go back, the likely chance if him finding someone to be with was close to zero.

After walking into the door Mousse felt around for the door handle and opened it.

"About time you got here, hurry up, we don't have all day."

Mousse squinted and tried to see the person who owned the deep gravely voice. Deciding that this must be the right place since obviously this person had expected him, Mousse handed the person shaped colour splotch the package.

"I'll put it on the table. Stop wasting time and strip."

"Huh?" Mouse sweatdropped. "Why do I need to strip, can't we do this with my clothes on?"

"NO! Now get out of them. I can't start until you do." The voice was definitely getting very impatient. Mouse decided that he'd better humor this guy. Even with all of his martial arts moves some people still had the power to intimidate him.

"Ok, wait a sec, I'm doing it." Mouse quickly took off his traditional Chinese robe and the black pants that he wore underneath. It was amazing how light he felt after taking off the psychological weight of his traditional fighting attire. His weapons, even when he was bare assed, were still accessible to him in their sub-space pocket. This was a secret of his fighting style that even Cologne did not know.

"Sit on that chair," the coloured blob waved towards one side of the room that only contained a metal coloured blob. Mousse realized that that had to be the chair.

Mousse walked over to the chair and sat down. He decided he'd have to have a talk with Cologne when he got back to the Cat Café about what was appropriate and what wasn't.

"Ok, close your eyes and take a whiff of this" The coloured blob shoved something under Mousses nose and before he had a chance to react he involuntarily inhaled.

Mousse distantly heard a voice slowly count down. five, four, three, two, one.

Blink, blink, "Uhhh." Mousse tried to roll over his arm hitting something stopping his movement.

"Ack" Mouse cried out in shock.

Finally awaking enough to realize what stopped his movement, Mousse puzzled to himself, 'When did my bed get arm rests?' Mousse sat up. He was still in the chair, he could see a moving blob on the other side of the room.

"Good morning my boy, you can get dressed now, we're all finished." At the sound of the gravely voice Mousse realized that he was still in the store that he had entered with the package and whatever the guy needed to do must have been completed.

Getting off the chair Mousse walked over to his clothes and put them back on. Heading towards the door the man tossed him a package and a small jar.

"Tell John that this is my best work ever." The gravely voice closed and locked the door behind the blind martial artist.

Mousse turned and looked at the door.

"Tell John?"

Mousse started to have the feeling that maybe that he just might have gotten the wrong door after all. Working from his suspicion Mousse examined the package that he had been holding. Yup, it was the same one that he'd gone in with. Cologne would kill him. Wondering if the small jar might have some small clues to where he had just been, Mousse looked at the label. Bringing the jar as close as possible to his face before going crossed eyes Mousse attempted to read the label. It was a futile effort, the words were to small for him to see clearly.

Deciding that he had better find out where he had been before heading back to the Cat Café, Mousse figured that Dr. Tofu would be a logical choice. Determining that the shortest land route to the clinic would be over the roofs, Mousse quickly took action and headed towards the Doctor's with leaps and bonds.

"Doctor?" Mousse called from the entrance way. He had been standing in the waiting room for about five minutes and hadn't heard any indication that the clinic was inhabited by the good doctor.

"Sorry about that Mousse, I'll be out in a minute." A voice yelled out from one of the storage rooms in the back.

Mousse sat down in a chair and patiently waited until he saw movement on the other side of the clinic.

"Sorry again about the wait, I wasn't expecting anybody and got lost in an old book while I was organizing the storage room. You've obviously come here for something so why don't we go into one of my rooms."

"OK." Mousse followed the Doctor in to his main check up room and sat down in the bed provided.

"So what can I do for you Mousse"

Mousse explained what the errand that Cologne had sent him on and the door he had entered but had obviously been the wrong one and how he had to strip off all of his clothes and then was knocked out.

"Mousse have you felt any funny feelings, any soreness or tightness since you left the shop?"

"No, but he threw me this jar as I was leaving. I can't read it so I have no idea what it is." Mousse handed the jar over to Dr. Tofu.

"Hmmm, this is quick healing cream. Very rare and potent. If something happened to you, you would've never noticed unless you were looking and noticed a difference. Mousse for your sake I'm going to ask you to take your clothes off so we can check and make sure that you weren't sexually assaulted in any way. I'm just going to get my bag from the other room while you strip."

Mousse heard the door open and close as he started to once again take off his clothes.

"Oh my." Mousse heard the sound of a bag dropping at the just opened door.

"What?" Mousse said in puzzlement.

"Oh my."

"WHAT!" Mousse said starting to wonder just how bad it was. Crossing his arms over his chest in an attempt to shield himself from view, Mousse felt two cold spots pressed against his arm.

Mousse quickly brought a hand to each of his nipples and felt two small rings.

"..?!?"

Mousse looked helplessly towards where the doctor was standing.

"That's not all Mousse, you seem to also have acquired some...striking permanent body art."

"What the hell do you mean, 'permanent body art.'?"

"You have a tattoo and one of the most striking I have ever had the honor to see. A true Master of the art did that."

"Tell John that this is my best work ever.", Mousse whispered to himself, realizing only now what those parting words had meant.

"Its not that bad Mousse. Here let me show you"

Dr. Tofu motioned towards Mousse and, after Mousse nodded his head in assent, the doctor started to trace the outline of the tattoo, giving Mousse a sense of what was on his body since he was unable to see it.

"It's a Dragon tattoo. A very old and mystical form done with precision and skill that I only have ever heard about in legends. Here is its back." Dr. Tofu ran his finger up Mousse's right thigh tracing the outside curve of the back to his lower stomach. Mousse hoped that he could control his body as his skin was so sensitive even to this rather impersonal touch. His body was already trying to react and he was finding that the hot finger touching his cool skin was becoming very distracting.

Mousse shivered as Dr. Tofu's hand traced the out line of the neck of the dragon up to its face and nose and gently move the gold ring that was placed at the nostril of the dragon. Mousse twitched when Tofu's other hand tweaked the matching ring in his left nipple. The sensations were getting more erotic. The hands that were showing the path of the dragon were starting to become more than an impersonal touch.

It definitely became something other than impersonal when Dr. Tofu bent down and tugged the right ring in with his teeth. Mousse couldn't help himself and the erection that he had been successfully hiding became full bloomed.

Mousse didn't need his glasses to know that he could stop this encounter right now with little face lost between them but it felt so good. For once in his life Mousse decided to allow another person access to his body and maybe...his heart.

After all Dr. Tofu would make an excellent Chinese amazon.

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Please, Pretty Please, Someone continua this idea of Mousse and a tattoo.