A/N: I use Ogata-sensei in conversations, but Dr Ogata in the narrative text. I don't know, I just think Dr Ogata sounds better in those contexts. (shrugs)
Warning: Smut. Sorry, couldn't keep my hands off Ren and Yamato for more than three chapters (teehee). They're just so adorable! I honestly think that Season 3 was just full of unresolved sexual tension.
Dr Ogata Yamato stalked through the hospital corridors darkly. The usually cool and aloof doctor was obviously in a bad mood. So far, he had snapped at 5 interns, 3 nurses, 2 residents and an anaesthesiologist.
The entire hospital staff was bewildered. Dr Ogata had always been a pleasant enough co-worker, even if he didn't talk much or display his emotions openly. And despite being a brilliant surgeon, he had always been patient to a fault with the residents under his guidance. Every intake of residents would flock to him at first opportunity, partly because he was the consultant that was least likely to verbally abuse them for their incompetence; and partly because they were attracted to the tall, dark and handsome surgeon.
"Did something happen to Ogata-sensei?" A paediatric nurse whispered to one of the surgical nurses at the nurse's station.
"Shhhhh!" The surgical nurse immediately shushed her up, darting a quick look around to make sure that the person in question was not within earshot. "We don't know. He was fine this morning, until he came to collect the charts for his afternoon rounds. The three of us were chatting while we worked, and out of a sudden he just started yelling at us for 'idle chatting'. I pointed out to him respectfully that we were not idle as we were, in fact, doing our jobs. I mean, organising files doesn't require that much concentration right? And he was like, 'does your job also involve fantasizing about potential husband candidates who doesn't even know of your existence?' which was just downright mean." She whispered furiously.
The paediatric nurse cupped her mouth in shock. The question 'Ogata-sensei said that?' was evident on her face. She scrunched up her face thoughtfully. "Maybe he's jealous."
"Of what?" The surgical nurse asked blankly.
"Well, maybe he's jealous of you fantasizing about potential husband candidates." She explained.
The surgical nurse blinked. "You can't be serious…"
"Yes! I think Ogata-sensei has a crush on you!" The paediatric nurse giggled excitedly.
"Oh my god, no way!" The surgical nurse gasped. All of the nurses had been flirting shamelessly with the enigmatic doctor ever since the day he arrived at the hospital. Some had thrown suggestive glances, while a few had come right out to ask him for a date; but all of their advances had been politely rejected. To think that Dr Ogata was interested in her! She wondered if she should sneak into the bathroom to put on some make-up.
"Anyway, who were you fantasizing about when Ogata-sensei overheard you?" The paediatric nurse asked eagerly. "Maybe I can fantasize about him instead, now that you've gotten Ogata-sensei."
"Who else? The Most Eligible Bachelor in Japan, Kazama Ren."
"Whoa, no wonder Ogata-sensei got so riled up!" She whispered conspiratorially. "Who can stand being compared against such a perfect candidate? I heard that he became CEO at the age of 22."
"No kidding. He must be incredibly smart, and rich beyond imagination. And with such handsome features too! The Cosmopolitan magazine said that there's a strong possibility that he would become the youngest billionaire in Japan within the next 5 years if he continues his current streak."
"Shit. And he's still single?"
"Duh. It's called the Most Eligible Bachelor for a reason, Mina." Her expression turned dreamy.
"NURSE FUJITA, is there a reason why the x-rays I requested an hour ago is STILL. NOT. HERE?" A low growl sounded from behind them.
Both of them paled drastically upon recognising that voice.
The paediatric nurse made an escape post-haste. "Ah, that reminds me, Murata-sensei asked me to collect some x-rays too. See you later, Yuki. Good day, Ogata-sensei."
The surgical nurse, too, was startled by his presence; but belatedly remembered what her friend had said. Gathering her courage, she batted her eyelashes innocently at the handsome doctor. "I've sent word to the Radiology Department, Ogata-sensei. I'm not sure why they haven't been delivered."
To her disappointment, Dr Ogata did not seem the least bit affected; at least not in the way she was hoping for. "Well, unless your eyelids have some amazing superpower to produce the x-rays I want, I suggest you stop standing there like a stroke victim and go fetch them yourself." He said scathingly before stalking into his office, slamming the door behind him.
A long day later, Yamato finally got home. His mood had grown considerably worse throughout the day. It wasn't just the surgical nurse. Almost the entire population of singles in the hospital, both staff and patients alike, were panting like dogs in heat over the Most Eligible Bachelor; who really wasn't eligible at all – at least, if Yamato had a say about it.
Ren was home early, for once. Yamato hoped that it wasn't because he had another business appointment or some other event to attend, because he was not going to let Ren out of his sight tonight.
"Ren. Strip. Now." Yamato growled.
Ren looked up from his newspaper amusedly. "Well, hello to you too." He teased, but obeyed his boyfriend's instruction.
Yamato felt his anger abate slightly as he watched Ren shed his jacket, followed by his tie, cufflinks and shirt, and lastly his slacks and briefs together in one go. Yamato ran his eyes over the firm flesh on his boyfriend's naked body. His entire body was toned and well-built from his physical training. The faint scars on his body stood out proudly like spoils of war.
"Like what you see?" Ren winked at him.
Yamato descended upon him in an instant, pinning him down on the dining table. He kissed Ren possessively, staking a claim on what was his and his alone.
Ren laughed silently. So this was what it was about. Yamato must have seen this month's Cosmopolitan magazine.
Ren let loose a moan as Yamato's lips began to nip and tuck skilfully along his strong jawline. He could smell Yamato's unique scent mixed with sweat from a long day's work, coupled with a faint tinge of antiseptic from the hospital. He savoured the aroma contentedly. This was his man. Not a school boy, but a fully-grown, matured, hardworking and intelligent man. Ren wouldn't trade him for the world.
Yamato trailed a line of kisses across Ren's collarbone, delighting in the wonderful moans that were coming from his lover's mouth. Yes, his lover. Not Japan's bloody Most Eligible Bachelor.
Ren slipped a hand under Yamato's scrubs to touch the hot body underneath, but was slapped away by Yamato.
"Nuh-uh. Not until I say so, Ren."
"Yes, sir."
The meek reply sent a jolt straight to Yamato's cock. Oh, Ren was the perfect lover. He was the perfect dominant as well as the perfect submissive. He was, after all, trained both to lead and to obey.
"Do you want me, Ren?"
"Yes, sir. Very much, sir."
"What do you want from me?"
"I would like to touch you, sir."
Yamato pretended to consider the request. "Hmm. I do feel a little warm. You have my permission to proceed. However, take care not to ruin my scrubs."
Both of them laughed at the joke. They both knew that Yamato's scrubs were provided by the hospital, and were made out of cheap, inconsequential material. Ren's thousand-dollar tailored suit, silver cufflinks and silk shirt; on the other hand, had just been flimsily discarded 5 minutes ago.
Ren caressed Yamato' body lovingly, taking care to pay extra attention to all the sensitive spots on his boyfriend that he knew existed. He kneaded Yamato's flesh gently, trying to ease the tension out of them. Yamato melded into the touch, allowing himself to bask in the attention bestowed by his lover.
Ren's fingers moved deftly and expertly, first tending to Yamato's shoulders, followed by his torso, hips, thighs and calves. Ren saw that Yamato was getting more and more aroused as he continued. Yamato's cock was standing erect, ready to be admired and worshiped the same way as the rest of his body. Ren crawled up to Yamato. "Can I taste you, sir?"
Yamato looked at Ren fondly. "Yes, Ren. Pleasure me."
Yamato's hips bucked instinctively when Ren closed his mouth around his cock. "Oh god, that feels so good, Ren."
Ren did not reply; simply hummed in endorsement of his statement. The low vibration sent an additional wave of pleasure to Yamato. "Oh god. Just like that, Ren."
He thrust gently into Ren's mouth. Another thing that made Ren such a perfect submissive was that he had iron control over his gag reflex. Ren did not even flinch at Yamato's actions, simply relaxing his throat to take him deeper.
Yamato moaned in bliss. Ren's mouth was such a sinful cavern. He sped up his thrusting, although he kept them as shallow as he could. He could feel the tension building up in his stomach. "Ah, Ren, I'm –"
Ren responded by pursing his lips and sucking on his cock even harder. Yamato almost fainted at the sensation. With a scream of 'Ren!' his hips gave one, last, violent thrust and he climaxed into his lover mouth.
Ren swallowed his lover's seed, enjoying the salty taste on his tongue. Yamato tasted better than anything in the world, in his opinion. He leaned up to kiss Yamato, opening his mouth to allow the man to taste the lingering hint of his own essence. "Do you want to fuck me too, sir?"
The soft, docile voice made Yamato's cock jump with renewed interest. "Oh yes, Most Eligible Bachelor. I'm going to claim you as mine."
He maneuvered Ren onto his back and began to massage the tight opening between his arse. Ren moaned in anticipation, but held himself patiently still.
"Such obedience." Yamato crooned. "Who do you belong to, Most Eligible Bachelor?"
"You, sir. No one else but you."
"That's right. No one else but me." He reached over to the kitchen drawer and extracted a bottle of lube. They kept some lube all over the house for this very purpose. He coated his finger generously and began to probe the tight passage.
Ren did not whimper, wince or otherwise respond to the pain. His body was used to pain far greater than that. He simply trusted Yamato's ministrations, knowing that the burn would soon be replaced by something much better. He felt another finger being added into his asshole, stretching him more. The fingers wandered around for a bit, searching for their good friend, the prostate. A few seconds later, Ren let out a gasp; thus informing Yamato that they have, indeed, been reacquainted.
Yamato admired Ren's beautiful body before him. So submissive, so disciplined. Ren had not move, even when his prostate was stimulated. Yamato deliberately brushed against the sensitive spot again, trying to goad his lover into losing control; but Ren remained stubbornly still. His lips, however, were trembling with need.
"What do you want from me, Ren?" Yamato asked innocently.
"I want you to fuck me, sir. Please." Ren begged. "Preferably very tight, very hard and very fast."
A strangled hiss escaped Yamato's lips upon hearing Ren's words. Ren always allowed Yamato to underprepare him; although Ren would never do the same to him, no matter what he said.
Yamato lined his cock at Ren's entrance and pushed in slowly.
Ren felt a stronger burn than usual. Yamato had only got up to 2 fingers today and had not even scissored him before entering. Nevertheless he didn't mind, wanting only to please his lover. He pushed back determinedly to help Yamato enter him.
Yamato gasped at the hot tightness of Ren's inner passage surrounding him. "Shit, Ren, are you okay? You're so tight. I'm sorry. I should have prepared you more."
Ren impaled himself backwards even more. "I'm fine, Yamato. Claim me as yours, Yamato. Claim the Most Eligible Bachelor's tight arse as yours."
Yamato immediately buried himself all the way into Ren. "Mine." He growled.
"Yours." Ren agreed, enjoying the feeling of being filled to the brim with Yamato's cock.
Yamato kept his pace slow and gentle to allow Ren to adjust to the pain. "You feel so good, Ren. Now, tell me what you want."
"Deeper please, sir." Ren pleaded. Yamato acquiesced, angling himself to strike that sensitive spot deep in Ren's passage.
"AH!" Ren cried out.
"Be my lover now, Ren, not my submissive. Respond to me."
In an instant, Ren was pushing back against Yamato greedily. "Fuck me harder, Yamato. I need your cock to fill me."
Yamato drove himself into Ren as hard as he could, causing the other man to see stars.
"Oh yes, Yamato. Fuck me like you mean it."
"Oh I intend to, Ren." Yamato panted. "Do you know what I've been hearing non-stop at work today? Kazama Ren. The—" He pulled out and thrust in all the way to punctuate every word. "MOST. ELIGIBLE. BACHELOR."
Ren moaned loudly at the force of Yamato's cock jamming against his prostate and the obvious jealousy in his voice. God, he loved this man.
"Not eligible." He grunted, lost in lust and pleasure.
"You better not be." Yamato said warningly before proceeding to pound into him mercilessly. He rode Ren roughly, throwing all caution to the wind. Ren was his, both to love and to fuck; and Yamato wasn't about to give him up to anyone else.
He felt the familiar contracting in his stomach for the second time of the day, so he reached out his hand to tug at Ren's erection. He pumped it furiously, in sync with the pace of his hips slamming into Ren. "Come with me, Ren." He commanded.
Ren let his self-control go, allowing Yamato to coax him over the edge with his hands. The moment he came, he deliberately clench down even harder on Yamato, and was rewarded when he heard the man yelled his name and shot his load into his arse. Ren thought that Yamato looked the most beautiful in the throes of passion.
Yamato pulled his softened prick out of Ren. "Mine." He said softly, kissing Ren on the lips.
Ren kissed him back. "Always."