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Chapter 1
Ishida thought that the day would pass by as normal.
Uryu would attend class, pay attention to the lessons, avoid Kurosaki, attend his club meeting, destroy the occasional random Hollow, and then head home.
The avoiding Kurosaki bit was quite easy to accomplish actually - what with Kurosaki's insanely high reiatsu level and the boy's inability to control it or suppress it in any way. All Uryu would have to do was sense for the other and make a slight adjustment in his path in order to avoid being intercepted by the part-time shinigami during school. The same could be said for after school.
Ever since he had started training with Ryuken (Uryu still refused to call the other Father no matter what, even in his own head and especially under the circumstances of their new relationship) Uryu had progressively improved as a Quincy. He had started to reach new levels and acquire new skills which he previously had not known existed. Powers and lessons that had been denied him when his grandfather had been left to die on his own in a fight against a Hollow outbreak; but lessons that Ryuken imparted on him as part of their deal.
His power levels had increased, his speed had drastically improved, and his stamina had been enhanced. Also his senses had attained such acuteness to the point that he could even sense a Hollow's arrival a minute before Kurosaki's badge would begin to beep in alarm. This allowed him to sonido to its location, terminate it, and leave long before Kurosaki would arrive and thus avoiding a confrontation.
But today though was different. Instead of Kurosaki coming up to him it had been Chad. Uryu's deal with Ryuken had been to cut off all contact with the shinigami; he never stated that he could not interact with friends that should happen to be mutual between them though.
The large silent boy had been sitting in the bleachers of the deserted training grounds where Uryu would usually leave after the end of the day. Waiting for Uryu apparently
"Chad," Uryu nodded to the quiet boy.
"Uryu," Chad smiled gently.
"I don't suppose it would be foolish to hope that you're here for anything other but what I expect?" Ishida asked somewhat rhetorically.
Chad's face was immutable as always, but after such a long time of fighting side by side with the other boy Uryu had learned to read Chad's stoic face well. The other was slightly abashed.
Uryu sighed and sat down next to him on the stone-step seats.
This had been normal as well, inconsistent, but normal. When Kurosaki was absent in making any demands of capitulation from Uryu, it would either fall on Chad, Orihime, Rukia, or Renji to approach him for answers or news.
Uryu studied his large companion. Actually, of all their friends Chad was the one person he did not mind at all when it came to this routine. The other boy, despite being constantly silent, was quite intelligent, insightful, and sensitive. Uryu always thought that had he been able to pursue a normal (he almost burst out laughing at that; normal!) romantic relationship (with anyone aside from Kurosaki that is) he might have preferred Chad.
The boy was kind, thoughtful, and smart. Not to mention handsome. Uryu tried to imagine what it would have been like to take Sado to his bed. Would the Hispanic be gentle and sweet between the sheets, or would he be hard and demanding? Judging by the other's character psychi he would no doubt be the soft and gentle type. The young Quincy repressed a blush as he imagined how much more promising it would have been had it been the latter as opposed to the former. All that muscular mass hovering above him, pressing him down firmly and harshly, preventing any movement or struggle as the boy's large girth pumped inside him with ruthless intensity, seeking his own pleasure again and again while constantly denying Ishida's own. Large strong hands that would use and bend Uryu's slender body to use anyway he wished. Being pushed and taken against the wall with nothing supporting him Chad's powerful arms and strong legs that helped deliver one hip displacing thrust after another.
Ishida frowned. It appears that his illicit affair may have affected his thought process more that he had expected. Uryu was not your usual hormonal teenager, he used to be quite chaste and repressed actually, but it seems that this new perversion (Ryuken!) has changed his perception of the world. It had rendered him a deviant.
He quickly sought a different avenue from his treacherous thoughts.
"How about we sit here for a while and talk about anything else besides me and Kurosaki?"
Chad shrugged and they proceeded to chat about the latest developments that Uryu had missed.
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"Tokyo's Medical General has an excellent internship program," Ryuken said as he exhaled a plume of smoke. "What do you think of applying there?
"The residency rate is exceptional and campus decent, so there would be no issue of apartment hunting or transportation.
"They also have a competent surgical program should you pursue a career as a surgeon afterwards as opposed to medical doctor." Ryuken informed peering down at his son. "What would you prefer?"
The head that had been bobbing up and down on his cock pulled away to swipe with the back of one hand at swollen glistening lips before sitting back on bare haunches.
"I prefer that we didn't have this conversation just this instant." Uryu said with the slightest hint of irritation.
Naked, the young Quincy was kneeling in front of an equally naked Ryuken seated in the large armchair of their family home library. The older man had talked and smoked with a steady voice that betrayed nothing of the pleasure he had been experiencing from the boy.
The youth was giving the elder Quincy a glare as Ryuken extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray near him.
"When would you like to discuss it?" Ryuken asked mockingly. "Before or after you've done imagining a certain Kurosaki boy in my place?"
Uryu's eyes narrowed in anger and he rose to leave only for a strong hand to grasp his wrist and pull him into the other's lap.
He tried to struggle but gasped when he felt the reawakening erection beneath him brush against his entrance. Immediately, he transposed to grinding down more firmly on the flesh, enticing, encouraging...
He tried to ignore Ryuken's smirk as he continued to move and when they both had finally lay there, tangled together and exhausted, they had forgotten what the subject had been for another day at least.
TBC
Word of advice: Never try writing a chapter at 2 o'clock at night. Everything you write good looks...err, I mean looks good on the screen until dawn emerges.