Bedside Manners

Chapter Seven: Connoisseur


Hiroki had been turned on a lot in his life, but rarely had he ever been as turned on as he was right in this moment. Seeing Nowaki, tethered, helpless and spent, his giant's broad chest breathing hard from the power of his release, his lean belly glistening with sweat and coated with spunk, and his dazed dark eyes still burning desire was intoxicating.

"Now about that sample," Hiroki's growl was crisp, not belying at all how stirred he was feeling. The Demon looked at Nowaki's now relaxed dick. "That won't do at all."

Nowaki looked down at himself and then back up at the Demon. To be honest the young doctor was just a bit embarrassed, he'd never come so easily before, not since he was in his teens and completely untried. That this had happened just underscored for Nowaki what he already knew: Hiro-san was amazing.

Hiroki reached for his clipboard. He glanced at it with a furrowed brow and adjusted his glasses, "it seems to me, I read in your file somewhere, that your powers of recovery are really quite remarkable."

Nowaki's embarrassment slipped into a quiet glow of pride at the compliment.

The cinnamon-haired Demon set the clipboard aside. "But perhaps I can speed things along a bit so we can get back to our exam."

"Hiro-san?" Nowaki's face was curious as he watched Hiroki slip out of the Physician's smock he'd just recently donned.

Hiroki dropped the coat over the back of a nearby chair. "Demon-san, please don't make me correct you again. And Kusama-sensei, I am going to need to have your undivided attention for this." Hiroki's low voice was serious.

From his place of restraint Nowaki nodded. He swallowed hard as he watched as the Demon's hands grabbed the hem of his scrub shirt and began slowly lift it up. One hand would rise and then the other and inch by inch Hiro-san's lean tight belly was revealed.

Even more arousing, however, Hiro-san's scrub pants had slipped low on the man's narrow hips. Where the waistband dipped Nowaki could see a thin band of bright white. Nowaki gasped as he quickly identified that his lover was wearing a jock beneath the pants. This was a secret fetish of Nowaki's, or he had at least thought it was secret. The possibility that he was going to get to see his Hiro-san wearing nothing but a jockstrap, did more than a little to get his engine running again.

Across from him Hiroki was smirking.

Undivided attention… hell… if Nowaki's eyes popped out any further they'd soon be rolling around on the floor like marbles.

He watched as his raven-haired lover licked his lips as the shirt slid up further. A soft panting whine was building in Nowaki's throat and the man looked as though, at any moment, he was going to start drooling.

Hiroki lifted his shirt higher revealing the small discs of his nipples. Watching his bound partner start to shift and wiggle in anticipation Hiroki suddenly thought to himself:

Why in the hell would I ever want a puppy when I have Nowaki?

"Here boy," the Demon teased.

Hiroki stared hard at Nowaki while one hand left his shirt and rubbed over the hard swell of his pecs. The possessed PA plucked at one of his own nipples. Nowaki was now whining in earnest, his wiggling increased and he was pulling more than a little at his restraints.

I rest my case, Hiroki thought smugly.

Then Hiroki slid this same hand slowly now, down his stomach. Long fingers tweaked the drawstring of his scrub bottoms and the tie was undone in an instant. With this the pants hung down further, but they didn't fall off. What they did do quite provocatively, however, was show off the bright white fabric of the new jock Hiroki was wearing, bulging with the Demon's own arousal.

Nowaki was beside himself with the display Hiro-san was putting on for him: standing there, one hand hiking his shirt, the flex of the man's lean bent arm popping his bicep nicely, while his other hand…

Nowaki almost choked on his pooling saliva as the Demon's other hand pushed down the drooped band of his scrub pants revealing more fully the sizable bulge of his jock. Then his usually reticent lover grabbed himself through the fabric and began to stroke his own rigid cock.

"Hiro-sa… I mean Demon-san," Nowaki whimpered overcome by Hiro-san un-self-conscious display of his own lust.

Hiroki looked up, eyebrow arched. "Do you want me to stop, Dr. Kusama?"

"Yes… I mean… No!" Nowaki babbled.

Hiroki relished the dazed look of desirein Nowaki's eyes. He continued to rub himself languidly as he watched his giant flounder.

"I mean… Hiro… Demon-san… P-please…" Nowaki's napping cock had risen quickly and was totally ready for action again. He had grasped the leather strapping on his restraints and was pulling hard against them.

"What do you want, Kusama-sensei?" Hiroki's growl was surprisingly teasing. He ignored the low creak of the table legs where the straps of Nowaki's restraints were anchored.

"I want your cock in my mouth and my cock in your ass," Nowaki suddenly growled back with absolutely no tease in his own tone. Nowaki felt himself moving beyond any reasonable level of sexual frustration.

"Hmmmm…" Hiroki hummed thoughtfully then the hand on his cock joined the other and he pulled his shirt the rest of the way off over his head.

Once he was free Hiroki and his wild brown mane had settled; he looked at Nowaki contemplatively.

"No," He said simply.

"W...what?" Nowaki was floored.

There was no angry denial, no resistance, no dramatics, just a simple quiet refusal. And this shift in manner struck Nowaki as horribly unfair and demonically hot.

"I said, no," Hiroki repeated calmly. "Not yet." Then he turned his back to Nowaki.

Now normally Hiroki would never do this, knowing full well how dangerous it was to work his giant lover up into such a frenzy and then offer the man such an irresistible target, but despite the increased creaking noises their dining room table was making Hiroki was unfazed.

He was so confident in fact; Hiroki proceeded to bend over, pretending he was retrieving his discarded shirt as he allowed the thin cotton scrub pants to slip down off his narrow hip and pool around his ankles.

Seeing Hiro-san's naked back and broad shoulders in his current state of arousal had been almost more than Nowaki could handle, but when the older man bent over and Nowaki saw his lover's gorgeous ass framed by the straps of the jock he was wearing, his frustrated dick started weeping in earnest.

A particularly sharp creak of one of the table legs caught the Demon's attention. Hiroki looked back at his lover while he was still in his folded posture. It suddenly seemed to the possessed PA that the table and Nowaki were closer to him somehow than they had previously been.

Hiroki stood up and stepped out of his fallen pants. His brow slightly furrowed as he grabbed the physician's smock off of the chair and slipped it back on. He turned fully back to face Nowaki.

"So, Kusama-sensei…" Hiroki purred as he stood more than just a little proudly in front of his overwhelmed amour. "It also says in your chart that you're quite the costume connoisseur. So, why not offer me your informed opinion and tell me what you think about this one?"

Nowaki stared opened mouthed: in all his mental wanderings he had never considered something like what his Hiro-san was currently wearing.

The giant beheld his partner in all his lean Hirokian glory, naked but for that enticing jock under the open drape of his crisp physician's coat. Nowaki doctor looked up into fiery eyes of his lover and suddenly realized that the professor was still wearing his glasses.

Seeing Hiro-san like this, stirred some powerful top mojo in Nowaki. After such teasing by his always lovely and often falsely reluctant bottom, a righteous zeal suddenly swelled in Nowaki's broad chest and he realized it was time for the Kamijou Demon to be exorcised.

"Well?" Hiroki's brow furrowed further, he found the peculiar look that had filled Nowaki's eyes all of a sudden, disconcerting. "Don't you have anything to say?" Hiroki demanded, forcing his voice to sound stern rather than uncertain.

Nowaki's eyes flashed, his earlier whines had burned down now into a smoldering purr. "Yes, I do have something to say, Hiro-san,"

"Don't you mean Demon-san?" Hiroki corrected firmly.

"Hiro-san," Nowaki rumbled.

"So what do you want to say, Kusama?" Hiroki challenged not giving in. He crossed his arms over his chest, still feeling confident as Nowaki was still tied.

"Lemon," Nowaki growled just before their apartment was filled with a pair of resounding cracks and a huge crash as he lunged at Hiroki.

In an instant Nowaki had thrown his Hiro-san over one of his broad shoulders as he strode towards their bedroom, completely oblivious to the two table legs he was dragging like reluctant puppies behind him.*


*"You can forgive your uke for anything. It will either lead to sex (of the make-up variety) or more sex (as punishment). Either way, you win." From The Seme Handbook from Dangerous Pleasures Scanalations.


New AN:

FujoshiNinjaNumber6, You are too cute. Having to lay down… Well, bedridden is not such a bad state (especially if you're not alone). Personally, I have found a diet high in citrus to be very healthful.

Barrettachante, my medical darling, so good to hear from you. Your reviews are very good for my health. Thank you sweetheart. I will likewise do my best to ensure your cardiovascular health. Who needs a treadmill when a good lemon can get your blood up and your heart pounding?

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Old AN:

So those of you who follow my work know that I have been feeling poorly. Thank you for the well wishes.

Anyway, this fic has ended up taking me in a slightly different direction, but don't worry, it will all come full circle in the end… I think.

Also, I know it has been a long time since I've updated this, but I never let a story go unfinished and my dear EgoistFanGirl has been studying hard and it sounded like she could use a light pick me up.

So I am dedicating this chapter to her and to all you other hard working student's cramming away for winter finals at the moment. Hope it brings you some stress relief or maybe it will increase it.

Though I don't know if I can manage it, because lemons are exhausting, I'd like to have this fic finished by Christmas: my gift to the world on that auspicious spiritual occasion. So maybe the next update won't be months off this time.

Though it is my hope that someday a Yaoi world holiday will be declared and then when that happens I shall move all my annual holiday celebrations to that one day.

Anyway, enjoy and please review!

Cerberus