So, I never planed to publish that, but...well, here it is. I think, it's for TheCruelSea and Mickey_666.

The next chapter will be Brian X Angus. I promise, because I know, that I write a lot of Bon X Mal.

Warnings: Really dirty, Smut

"Mal! Come on!" Shouted Margaret. She stood in her 20 year old son's room and watched him play the guitar.

"I don't want to." He muttered.

"You have to go to a doctor!"

"I don't want to go there. Please, Ma." He pleaded. She sat down next to him.

"Listen, Mal. I know that you're scared. But it won't be bad, I promise." Angus, Malcolm's younger brother, stood in the doorway and laughed:

"It won't be bad, Mal. You're only get fingers stucked up your ass."

"Oh, Angus! Stop it!" Shouted Margaret angrily. Malcolm got his first prostate exam.

"Ma, please." Malcolm pleaded.

"Come over. We have to go." She took his hand and pulled him to the car. Malcolm looked tense out the window. "Honey, you don't have to be afraid."

"But it's embarrassing." Malcolm whimpered.

"Hey. You're strong. You can do it. Besides, it won't take long, okay? You can do it." Malcolm nodded weakly and continued to look out the window. Soft saxophones played through the radio as they drove across the main street and Margaret turned into a side street. It was already 4 p.m. She stopped in front of the practice and looked at Malcolm encouragingly. "Are you coming back alone, or should I pick you up?"

"I'm going home." Malcolm said.

"Don't be afraid, honey." He nodded and walked towards the front door. She watched him go for a moment until she drove home. Malcolm went through the door. Nobody sat at the reception anymore and the practice looked pretty empty.

"Hello?" He asked uncertainly. If I just go home now, nobody will notice, will they? He asked himself and was about to turn around when he heard a male voice say:

"Mr Young?" Malcolm looked uncertainly at the man in front of him. He was wearing a white coat. He was normal in height (as opposed to Malcolm, who was quite short), had buffered brown hair and grey eyes. He was slim and smiled at him.

"Yes." Said Malcolm.

"Follow me." The man turned and went to the treatment rooms. Malcolm shivered a little when they stepped inside and the man closed the door behind them. Malcolm sat in a chair and the man sat across from him. He held out his hand. "Doctor Ronald Scott." Malcolm shook his hand.

"Malcolm Young." Dr. Scott smiled.

"I already know that. But I need other information from you before we begin." He took out a piece of paper. "Your full name?"

"Malcolm Mitchell Young." Malcolm said firmly, but was still scared.

"When were you born?"

"January 6, 1953. May I ask how old you are?" The doctor nodded and wrote it down.

"I'm 27." The doctor smiled. "You're 20 aren't you?" Malcolm nodded. "Pretty young." He mumbled to himself and then asked, "What is your blood type?"

"AB negative."

"Oh, very rare blood type. In fact, I've never had a patient with this blood type." Malcolm smiled shyly. "So. Then I'll tell you what we're going to do. Is it your first prostate exam?"

"Yes." Malcolm muttered.

"Are you afraid?"

"N ... No." The doctor smiled.

"I know you're scared. But that's normal. How about you call me by my first name? Than it should be easier for you, I guess."

"T ... thank you. You can also use mine."

"Okay, Malcolm. I'll be Bon then." They shook hands again. Malcolm smiled weakly.

"Isn't your name Ronald?"

"Yes. But I don't like the name. My nickname is Bon." Malcolm nodded. "Then ... take off your clothes first, Malcolm." Malcolm undressed shyly. He stopped at the underpants. He was red like a tomato. Bon smiled a little. "Yes, that has to go, too." Malcolm looked at him pleadingly, but then pulled the boxers over his legs. Embarrassed, he covered himself with his hands. Bon giggled. "Lie on the stretcher, look at the wall and bend your legs sharply." Malcolm lay down carefully. The cool leather pressed against his skin. "Pull your legs up to your chest as high as possible." Malcolm did. "Oh, you're agile." Malcolm giggled a little. Bon sat in a swivel chair behind Malcolm.

"Bon?"

"Mh?" Asked Bon as he put on gloves.

"I ... oh, it doesn't matter."

"I still have to ask you if you're gay and have had sexual intercourse." Said Bon.

"I ... I'm bisexual. A ... but I've never had sex with anyone."

"Okay." Bon got lube from a drawer. "Okay, watch out. I'm going to put lube on my fingers now and gently slide them into you, okay? If it hurts, tell me right away." Malcolm nodded. Bon put a hand on Malcolm's thigh and smeared the cold liquid onto Malcolm's hole. Malcolm gasped for air. Bon giggled a little. "Sh. All right." He murmured, stroking Malcolm's anus before carefully inserting his fingertip into the body in front of him. Malcolm gasped when he felt something penetrate him. "Sh. All right, Malcolm. It's just my finger." Bon stopped, but stroked Malcolm's hole with his middle finger while the tip of his index finger stuck into Malcolm. Mal giggled a little. "What is?"

"It's just ... my little brother said today: it doesn't matter, there are just fingers which are stuck up your ass." Bon laughed.

"Your brother's pretty on right now, isn't he?" Malcolm nodded. "What are you working, if I may ask?" Bon wanted to distract him.

"I'm a mechanic."

"Mhm." Bon growled. "Watch out." He gently pushed his finger in further. Malcolm whimpered a little and tensed. His walls pressed against Bon's finger, preventing the doctor from getting any further. "Sh. Relax yourself. All right." Bon hummed and stroked Malcolm's thigh. Malcolm clutched his knees and held them up at the right angle. Bon continued to stroke Malcolm's hole. "All good. We have time. Take your time. It doesn't have to be now." Malcolm whimpered softly as he relaxed a little. "So it's good. You're doing great, Malcolm." Bon praised. He looked over the delicate body of his patient and saw that the young man was getting hard. He smiled a little. He was also turned on by this little mechanic. "What are you fixing up?"

"Cars. But actually I would like to be a musician."

"Which instrument do you play?"

"Guitar."

"Oh, I like to sing."

"Really?"

"Yes." Bon smiled. "Watch out." With a jerk he stuck his finger all the way in. Malcolm gave a low moan. He wanted to be quiet, but couldn't hold it back. "Sh. You don't have to hold it back. We're alone. I've already sent the receptionist home." Malcolm nodded shyly. Bon stroked Malcolm's insides with his finger and suddenly Malcolm felt Bon slowly push his second finger into himself.

"Ah!" Malcolm groaned loudly. Bon's pants tightened at the scream. "Oh god." Malcolm was breathing hard.

"Sh. All right." Bon muttered, stroking Malcolm's petite side. Oh God. He's so small, thought Bon as he felt Malcolm's ribs under his fingers. "Are you in a band?"

"Yes." Malcolm breathed.

"Oh, what's your name?"

"AC / DC."

"Isn't that the band that just changed all members?" Bon asked interestedly, still staring at Malcolm's penis.

"Yes. The singer was shit and the others were weird."

"Mh. Wasn't there an Angus Young too? The one with the school uniform?"

"Y ... yes. This is my little brother."

"Aha. And who is in the band now, if I may ask?"

"P ... Phil Rudd, Mark E ... Evans ... ah." Malcolm whined as the second finger penetrated him.

"Who else?" Asked Bon, grinning at the little man in front of him.

"A ... Angus and me. We miss the S... singer." Malcolm's head pounded. He was embarrassed because he was lying naked in front of a stranger and the stranger had his fingers up his ass.

"Mh."

"W ... would you want to join us?"

"How did you come up with that?" Asked Bon.

"Well, you said you like to sing and your voice doesn't sound bad." Bon nodded thoughtfully.

"If you want me."

"W ... We could have you rehearse." Bon giggled a little. Both of his fingers were now firmly in Malcolm's body.

"OK. Now listen. I'm going to run my fingers over your bowels to feel your prostate, okay? You know where the prostate is, don't you?"

"Y ... yes." Malcolm moaned softly.

"Hey. You can moan, okay?" Malcolm nodded weakly. It was all so embarrassing for him. Bon's fingers began to stroke his prostate, gently squeezing it.

"Ah." Malcolm groaned and closed his eyes.

"Sh. You have to relax." Malcolm tried to relax his body but somehow couldn't. "Sh. Take your time. Pull your legs up or it won't work." Bon put his other hand on Malcolm's back thigh and pushed it up. Malcolm squeaked as Bon's fingers pushed lower. "All good. You did the worst, okay?"

"Okay." Malcolm whispered.

"Look out, I'll keep going." Bon kneaded Malcolm's prostate.

"Ah. Oh Bon." Malcolm groaned. Bon's cock was starting to hurt. His tight white pants were stretched to the last. "Ah!"

"All right, Malcolm." Bon grinned. This little man turned him on.

"Ah! Ah." Malcolm wailed. Bon wanted to do it longer than he had to, but he knew it was uncomfortable for the very young man.

"Everything OK. You don't have a tumor." Said Bon. "Careful, I'll pull my fingers back again." He carefully pulled his fingers back with a twisting motion.

"Ah!" Groaned Malcolm. Bon grinned. There was a pop sound as he pulled his fingers out of the small body. Bon took off his gloves and threw them in the trash.

"Done. You have your first prostate exam behind you." Bon grinned, even though Malcolm was still looking at the wall. Malcolm whimpered. "Does something hurt?" The doctor asked worriedly.

"Y ... yes." Malcolm stammered.

"What?" Malcolm was red as a tomato. But this doctor turned him on. Without thinking about it, he turned and looked at Bon. Then he stretched out his legs. Bon stared at Malcolm's red, swollen cock.

"Oh god." Bon muttered without looking away. He put a hand to his mouth. "I ..." He looked around uncertainly. "You turned me on quite a bit too. You're so beautiful." Bon groaned. Malcolm whimpered when he looked at Bon's lap. Suddenly Bon leaned over and kissed Malcolm hard. The young guitarist groaned furiously and tangled his fingers in Bon's hair. They parted the kiss. Malcolm gasped. His lip was slightly swollen. Bon started kissing Malcolm's nipples.

"Ah. Bon." Malcolm groaned and threw back his head. "B ... Bon." Bon pressed his back against him. Malcolm whined loudly. Bon grinned and looked at Malcolm. He completely undressed until he was naked in front of Malcolm. The younger one licked his lips.

"Do you like me?" Bon grinned. Malcolm nodded quickly. He reached out and ran his fingertips over the swollen shaft. Bon whimpered. "Don't touch me, little bitch." He growled. Malcolm looked at him with wide eyes and withdrew his hand. Bon grinned as he climbed onto the treatment stretcher and leaned over Malcolm. He licked Malcolm's hairy chest. "I love you." He growled. "I've been following you. The last three months." Malcolm shivered under him. Bon leaned down and breathed on Malcolm's inner thigh. "And now I'm going to eat this hungry little hole. Until there's nothing left." He licked a strip across Malcolm's entrance. Malcolm screamed. "Quiet little one." Bon hummed and stuck his tongue into him. Malcolm howled at the new feeling. His fingers caught Bon's hair and tugged. Bon sucked on Malcolm's walls and licked the warm liquid out of him. He pulled himself out briefly. "Little bitch, you're as wet as a woman's cunt. Are you a woman?" Asked Bon in dirty talk. Malcolm shook his head quickly. "Aw." Bon hummed, looking down at Malcolm's fluttering hole. "Little cunt." Bon breathed. The hole fluttered more and dripped excitedly. "Do you like the name, little bitch?" Malcolm lay shivering on the stretcher. His hands were still in Bon's hair. Bon tickled Malcolm's hole. "This little cunt longs for a cock to fill it up. Isn't that so, Malcolm?" Malcolm nodded awkwardly. Bon grinned. "Then I'm going to stain your extremely intimate and virgin areas now." Malcolm shivered. Bon sucked a little more on Malcolm's hole and then thrust three fingers into it at once. Malcolm cried out in pain. "Sh. Got you little one." Bon hummed and kissed Malcolm's throat. Malcolm whined.

"B ... Bon. Ah. It hurts." He whimpered as Bon poked his fingers into him and pulled them out.

"Sh. Is good. Your ass does it so well." Bon whispered, watching his fingers disappear into Malcolm's body. "Aw. This ass was made for me. God. Your ass is so beautiful, Malcolm." Malcolm moaned softly as Bon pulled his fingers back and raised his cock. With a jerk he slipped in. He started bumping right away. Malcolm screamed angrily. "Ah. Yes. That's it. So close. So tight. Exactly what I want." Malcolm groaned. Bon hit Malcolm's bottom. "And exactly what you want, right?" Malcolm nodded quickly. "Aw. I love you." Tears welled up in Malcolm's eyes. God. It hurt so much.

"M ... May I kiss you?" He whimpered. Bon grinned and leaned down to kiss him gently while his hips still bumped against Malcolm's. Bon sucked a hickey down Malcolm's throat. The younger moaned. "It hurts." He cried.

"Sh. It's good. All is well." Bon kissed Malcolm's stomach while continuing to thrust and play with Malcolm's cock. "May I come into you, Malcolm? I don't have AIDS. Promised. So you don't have to be afraid." Malcolm nodded, panting, and pulled Bon back into a kiss to distract himself from the pain. He tangled his fingers with Bon's. With each push he jerked back and forth a little.

"I love you." Malcolm groaned. Bon looked at him in surprise, but then grinned as he pushed and sucked hickeys. Malcolm's fingers scratched Bon's back. "I'm close." Malcolm whimpered. Bon continued to stroke Malcolm's cock and the younger came screeching over his and Bon's belly. When he narrowed, Bon couldn't hold it anymore and came too. Malcolm moaned softly when he felt the sperm inside him. Bon pulled back and gasped heavily. "Kiss me." Malcolm whimpered needily. Bon grinned and kissed him gently. Malcolm held Bon's hand as they lay next to each other, panting. He rolled over on Bon's chest and breathed in Bon's scent. Bon held him to himself and stroked Malcolm's back. "Love at first feel." Malcolm whispered. Bon giggled and kissed Malcolm on the head. "Are we a couple now?" Malcolm asked sleepily. God. He had seen so much today and he was really tired.

"Yes. If that's what you want." Bon smiled. Malcolm nodded and kissed Bon's collarbone weakly.

"Love you."

"Love you too, little one." Bon whispered and kissed Malcolm's head. Both fell asleep.

*

When they woke up the phone rang. Malcolm jumped up, then wailed at the pain in his pelvis. Bon giggled a little as he sat up and took the phone. After a while he hung up again.

"Who was that?" Malcolm asked as he hissed down and picked up his panties.

"That was your mother." Bon grinned. "She wants to know where you've been staying for so long. Don't you want to introduce me to her?" Malcolm kissed him gently.

"Of course Doctor Bonny."