A/N: Must apologize to all my readers I've come down with near walking pnuemonia, after a bad cold, and now have another cold. Not sure how much updating will happen but we'll see!

Doctor's Training

Chapter Five

Path of Discovery

Luckily, the ride was long enough, Grimmjow schooled his reactions. What in the fuck was going through his mind? Wait, it wasn't his mind that had a problem, he remembered. He really didn't realize how obsessed he was getting until he thought of another person doing something to the doctor leaning against him. He'd fallen into a rather comfortable silence in the car, and had glared daggers at Renji when he turned to leer at the kid. Renji got the idea and stopped looking in the back. Grimmjow was quickly coming to the conclusion that the red headed star was perhaps more suited to porn than traditional movies and TV because the guy really seemed like a pervert to the extreme. He wondered why he wasn't bothered by the fact.

When Shiro pulled into the covered area in front of the doors, he told them to go in and he'd park the car and meet them inside. Grimmjow gathered up the boy in his arms again, and headed in, followed by the red head, who seemed somewhat ashamed of himself since he didn't really look at Grimmjow. Well at least the red haired bastard had some form of control. As soon as they entered, there was a flurry of commotion as nurses and people came running. To Grimmjow's surprise it was Renji that stepped up then.

"Yo, back the fuck up, where's Doc Isshin? He don't need all ya fuckers on 'im right now," Renji announced, putting himself between Grimmjow and Ichigo and the people trying to get close to him.

A black haired nurse, Tatsuki came through, pushing away the other nurses who were worriedly standing there. "Get back to work, you, bring him through here," she demanded, and both men followed suit, disappearing just as Shiro entered. He took a few quick steps and joined them.

They came to an exam room with a door and followed her in, Grimmjow depositing him on the exam bed and stepping back as she left to go get his father, he assumed.

"What did you tell my dad?" Ichigo asked, shifting uncomfortably on the bed.

Renji shrugged. "Just we got you out and were headed to tha hospital with ya."

Ichigo nodded. "Can we leave out the whole guy was planning on raping me thing?" he said a bit nervously.

"Like hell, he's gonna know what that fucker wanted, whether you like it or not," Grimmjow answered, crossing his arms.

Ichigo blinked, unsure how to react to someone telling him what to do like that. Especially someone he barely knew. Long ago most the people around him had stopped "telling" him what to do. When everyone realized his intelligence, it was like they started to become scared to tell him to do anything. He'd been pleaded with, begged, everything, but rarely told. His father and Urahara were two exceptions, perhaps the only two he actually would listen to on most days. Everyone else was intimidated by him. Except this blue haired bastard before him.

"I don't want him to know that, it really isn't important to tell him," Ichigo huffed and turned away from him.

"And I said, he's gonna know. He's also gonna know that he was messin' with you before you got to that house," he said firmly.

Ichigo turned back, slightly red in the face. "Why does he need to know that, I'm fine!"

Shiro moved forward and sat down on the end of the bed by his feet and put a hand on his leg. "Look, I don't know you much, but I do know that this shit can't be ignored. Yeah, he didn't manage to get the deed done, but he came fuckin' close. I know the bastard, and the fact you were lucky doesn't take away the fact that he was gonna do something far worse than fondlin' you in the fuckin' car. I've fuckin' seen what is left when he's done. So, no yer not gonna hide it from the people that wanna help ya through it."

Ichigo glared at him briefly, refusing to hold his eyes for more than a moment. "I don't need help with anything, I never do. You guys should just go and leave me alone."

Shiro arched a brow at him. "Like hell. Ya don't get what yer involved in. We just fuckin' took you out of goddamned Aizen's house, under his fuckin' guards and cameras. Like it or not, kid we're all pretty well in deep shit. If we all don't have hits on us in the next week, it'll be a fuckin' miracle. Walkin' in there was fuckin' death warrant for us, dumb ass."

Ichigo turned now and glared at him. Dumb ass? What the hell? "Well, should have not done it then if it was that serious. I don't even know you and have only met these two a couple times. Why the fuck do any of you care what happens to me?"

"For a smart guy, you sure are stupid," Renji muttered, rolling his eyes. "Look, we'll talk about that shit later. Meantime, you gotta understand that we're stuck right now."

"That's tha truth," a silver haired man with an eerie smile said from the doorway, getting everyone's attention. "Name's Detective Gin Ichimaru, and ya boys certainly know how ta get inta trouble."

Isshin came running into the room then, almost grabbing his son until his bucket hat wearing companion stopped him. "Ribs, he has broken ribs, Isshin…" Urahara growled out, leaving Isshin to hug his son's head close to him muttering about his precious son and the like, fussing over every bruise and cut, getting biting retorts from the younger Kurosaki.

Gin looked at the three other men, eyes settling on the albino. "I'm surprised wit ya Shiro. Ya helped someone without a promise a' goods."

Shiro rolled his eyes. "Whatevs, man, let's get the fuckin' debrief done so I can call Yama and find out how fucked I am."

Gin nodded and led the three men with him to another nearby room he'd sat up with a recorder. He had all three sit around the table and took the remaining spot watching them. He looked around at them, and then looked at the red head.

"Okay first, I need names, profession, address, phone number, and where you know Dr. Kurosaki from."

Renji nodded. "I'm Renji Abarai, and I'm a b class actor right now, and I met him on the Shinji show for the first time," he said, then going into his personal information. Gin nodded, and looked at Grimmjow.

"Grimmjow Jagerjaques, and I'm ah, in between jobs, live with my sister right now. I'm thinking of workin' on my college though. I was here when the doc did surgery on my sister's friend, Orhime," he responded and went into his own personal information. Gin then shot a look at Shiro.

Shiro grinned. "I never met doc until tonight."

"Well, how the hell are ya involved, Shiro?" Gin said, growing exasperated with him already.

"Ah, met these two lugs down at Las Noches in the Dangai."

Gin arched a brow and glanced at both of them. "Ah, I see. Shinji still hookin' ya up, huh?"

Shiro leaned forward leering at Gin. "Jealous? Just cuz you got me into subbing, don't act like yer still in mah world, foxy."

The comment got an arched brow from Renji and Grimmjow both, but they decided not to press the issue.

"Well, it doesn't take tha fact ya all four gotta be under protection," Gin said with a sigh. "Aizen is gonna flip on this, so I am gonna havta put all four a'ya somewhere until this gets dealt with. Don't want four more bodies in tha morgue," he said, his eyes opening a slight bit to reveal their brilliant blue depths. "I'm gonna find a safe house nearby, you three, stay here."

There was a long silence before Grimmjow looked at Shiro. "The fuck, dude? You're a criminal and that copper acts like yer his best buddy, and sounds like was a fuck buddy too."

Shrio grinned. "Yeah, Ginny and I go way back. My first dom back in tha day. Light play though. We split because he wasn't into that S and M as much as me. But ya, Yama's relationship is interesting wit tha cops. Yama leaves them alone, and they leave him alone. Aizen, though, he don't play by the rules."

Renji put his head down. "This is fucked up, man. Seeing that kid bound up…oh gods on high, took everything not to finish what that bastard started with him…"

Shiro patted him on the back. "Whaddaya expect? Bound and gagged is my favorite position after all, for my subs anyway. But, looks like you'll get yer chance with him. We'll share a safehouse."

Gin came back with an irate Isshin on his tail.

"No, he has to stay with me, he has certain issues that have to be taken into account! And he's head of neurosurgery!" Isshin said as the door shut.

"Doctor, I know all that, but ya want him dead?" he asked bluntly.

The dark haired doctor swallowed and shook his head. "No, but is there any other way? Can't you let him go home and set up officers…?"

Shiro answered from the other side of the table. "Man, if he does that, you and anyone else in that house is a target. Aizen is a sadistic fuck. He'll take yer son, make him watch as he slits yer throat, then burn the place to the ground so he hasn't got nothing to go back to."

Isshin glared at him for a moment. Then nodded. "Okay, but who'll be there with him?"

Gin shook his head. "Best if you know nothing, doctor. The less you know the better for his chances of living through this. I've got word he's already got men on it. We have to move fast or it will be too late. Gather up some of his things and get back here. You three can call someone to bring you stuff, but within the hour."

-Doctor's Training-

When Ichigo woke next he felt the distinct effects of a sedative. He blinked staring at a plain white ceiling that was unfamiliar to him. He turned over and saw he was in a nicely decorated room without windows. It didn't smell of dampness, but he got the impression it was underground. Something about the temperature and the way it sat. He got up, realizing he was in pajamas from his own home and got up. He flinched, cradling his ribs a bit. Still sore, but he knew he had pain meds in his system. He exited the room into a large living area and saw the three men from the night before sprawled in front of a large screen TV.

The albino looked up a grinned. "Ah, sleepin' beauty woke up."

"What's going on?" he asked, glancing around the unfamiliar space. Again, there were no windows.

"You're in the safehouse, remember? Last night, you flipped the fuck out on yer pop and he shot you with something to knock yer ass out. You okay, now? Cuz I got no problem popping another shot in yer ass if I have to," Grimmjow stated, staring at him.

Ichigo remembered. He'd panicked and had the first full body attack in a long time, screaming, hitting and cussing at everyone in sight. As if the recent changes in his life weren't bad enough, they wanted to take him away from work for who knew how long until this Aizen guy decided to lay off.

"Sorry 'bout that," he muttered, folding himself into the smallest corner of the large chair he could. "I don't do well with changes."

The other three just watched him and sighed. It was obvious he was in his shell. "Well, we're stuck here for a while, so get used to it, strawberry," Shiro said, coming over and sliding into the space beside him, making him both uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time.

Ichigo stared at him wide eyed for a moment as he wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pressed into him, and the doctor felt his eyes flutter at the delicious pressure against him, his nerves calming finally after the excitement of waking up in a strange place.

"Damn," Renji breathed. "It really does work like that…" he said mildly.

Ichigo looked up and grimaced. "It's a thing, I like pressure, but only when I want it."

"So I gotta know. Why weren't you freaking out when you were trussed up on the bed waiting for Aizen to come back?" Grimmjow asked, curious.

Ichigo started to say something then stopped. He shook his head. "I don't know. It felt nice, I think I would have been having a fit if he hadn't left me tied. Somehow…it just felt okay like that, that since I couldn't fight, I didn't have to worry."

Shiro squeezed him again and he smiled. "Man, I could get used to ya like this, strawberry," he said, grinning at the other two.

Renji and Grimmjow exchanged glances. It seemed that both of them were right. The less in control the boy got, the more he relaxed. And at the blissed out look on his face, Grimmjow lost it. He was on his knees in front of the chair where Shiro sat curled around Ichigo and he had his hands on the doctor's face. At first his eyes were wide at the contact, but a blush ran across his face immediately and Grimmjow knew that what he'd overheard was true. He did have a little crush on him.

"You know, we're stuck here for who knows how long, berry, how about we explore some of your options," he said with a very husky sound to his voice. "I can see it in yer eyes, berry. You are just aching to get something in yer life that you can let go with. I wanna help ya. We wanna help ya. Just say the word."

Ichigo gasped at the touch but more than that, he was amazed that he didn't push him away. He'd crushed a little on the blue haired man, but who wouldn't! He was built and sexy and everything any woman could ever want. Woman. And now he was moving on him…so did that mean he was into guys? His blush deepened and he wasn't sure what to think. But just then another set of hands were massaging the muscles of his neck. He groaned at the feeling as he looked up to see Renji behind him.

"What…I don't understand…" he whispered, very confused.

Grimmjow silenced his plea with a kiss on his lips that caused both his brown eyes to widen comically. Grimmjow was patient, though, and let his lips lay soft on the other man's for a moment before swiping his tongue out against the lips. At the touch, Ichigo gasped slightly and found the thick muscle slipping into his mouth, running along every surface. Shiro's hands were running down his arms and Renji was still working the muscles in his back. He was in a state he didn't understand at the moment as he felt the kiss deepen and he knew that he had to breathe soon.

"Silly berry," Grimmjow whispered as he leaned back. "I…we…want you to be a part of our group. We want you to be our pet."

Ichigo scrunched his eyebrows together. "Pet? I don't understand what that means."

Grimmjow reached out and caressed his face. "You will. But we're not going to do this too fast, this is new, and we're all agreed, it may just help ya be a better doctor and all."

Renji then tipped his head and captured his lips in another soft kiss that turned into a battle for air as they released. Shiro, not to be outdone, pulled his face to his own and allowed Ichigo to dominate his mouth this time. He then pushed him back and took over, savoring both positions for him. He wanted to dominate this one though, but he'd allow himself to be the bottom in the case it would pleasure him. But he knew this boy was not the type to take over. So even in pleasuring him, he would still be in charge. He found the thought exciting.

Ichigo's mind was whirling as he thought out the meanings of a word when applied to a human. The only thing that came to mind was collars and submission and…

"You guys are talking like bondage aren't you…" he said with a hesitant whisper.

Shiro grinned. "Damn, you are one smart pet," he said, licking his neck below the ear, getting an intense shiver out of him.

"But…I've never…I mean, that's like…" Ichigo stammered. "I've never done anything."

There was a momentary pause among the three men. "You've never had sex?" asked Renji, quirking a red brow.

Ichigo shook his head. "No, never done anything…that…that was my first time kissing anyone…"

Instead of hard looks he was met with soft smiles from all three, and he found himself in an all encompassing warmth. He gasped at the sensation of all three of them folding him into their arms and it felt so right.

"But…what does it mean…I don't know about this kind of thing," he said finally when the hug was released.

Grimmjow gently pulled him from the chair and sat down on the couch, watching as he stood nervously. Shiro came up and pulled him down to sit on Grimmjow's lap, which got an incredibly surprised squeak out of him. Renji curled on one side, and Shiro on the other. Grimmjow looked to Shiro, the most experienced in this type of thing. Shiro nodded.

"Ichigo, this is an agreement. No one will ever make you do something you don't want. We make a contract of sorts with each of us, and we stick to it. Things you like, things you don't like, things each of us likes and doesn't like. How far you want to go and how far you won't go. There are things, soft and hard limits. Soft limits are things you might want to do, and hard are never something you want to try. And we decide ahead of time what they are. You're always safe, no matter what, and it is our job to take care of you no matter what, okay?" Shiro said and passed a hand over his wide eyed face.

"I…feel good when you hold me like that…" he said. "And it was weird, when I was tied up…it felt nice. And I should have been panicking, I should have been fighting him because I knew what was going to happen and I couldn't understand what was happening. Why didn't I yell and scream when he took the gag off, why didn't I…" Ichigo was starting to get upset.

Shiro pressed a finger to his lips gently. "Stop, pet, stop. You are so in need it is almost tangible."

Ichigo frowned, mentally assessing the needs for survival, as usual, never looking past the obvious. "But my needs are met fully, and I have a job I love, obsess with, more accurately. My family is there, and I have all my…"

"But you are fulla anxiety, stress, and ya can't get rid of it," Shiro said softly. "You spend ya life in control, and what ya need, is a lil' loss of control. In this, you depend entirely on us, trust entirely on us, and we will see that all ya know is what ya need to feel complete in the rest a'yer life. And its up ta ya to decide how much control we have. I know ya control yer time at the hospital. So it is completely unspoken that you retain that when you are at work. This is the kind of things that we would put in our contract."

Ichigo nodded. "So if it is there in the contract you abide by it."

Grimmjow tightened his hold around his waist, mindful to keep his hands well below the bandages on his ribs. "We only want to be with you. And that's what we desire."

"But the socially acceptable norms…I should find a wife…and have a child to continue the lineage of a strong intellectual genetic structure…" Ichigo began.

"Fuck social norms, kid," Renji said, tilting his head to look at him. "Since when do you give shit what society thinks? You'll be able to be yourself. No scripts, no fuckin' checklists. Just be yourself."

Ichigo swallowed. Complete freedom…no fear of repercussions, and to feel completely taken care of… "Maybe, I mean, I don't know yet, I…"

Shiro grinned, pulling Ichigo's face into a soft kiss again as Grimmjow ran hands over his orange locks. Ichigo melted at the touches again, having never experienced something so soft yet firm in his life. He wanted more, much more, and he felt his obsessions, his needs, that drove him nearly to madness on a daily basis slide away. He didn't have to answer them right now, something more was tugging at his core. The offer was blissful to his ears. A place he could be safe, and let go at the same time, he wasn't sure what to think but he was sure what he felt. Felt. He spent so much time thinking he rarely felt the way others consider it. Now he was feeling. Not just physically feeling the touches, the lips, the tongue, the hands running over his back and his hair, but feeling inside something he'd never felt before.

Before he knew hit he was flipped around and straddling Grimmjow, leaning into his shoulder while he stroked his back. Over his shoulder, Renji grabbed his mouth in another kiss that pulled his soul to the surface again. His mind was whirling. All the carefully constructed ideas of society that had been trained into him were cracking and breaking apart. The relationship rules that had been drummed into him at puberty were falling apart. Ideas that had been so carefully shaped by therapist and his father were becoming muddy and falling to pieces. The rules were being shattered.

And he didn't care. For the first time, he didn't care that the rules were breaking apart, because in this room, with these people, those rules didn't apply. They would apply again when he walked out the door. They would apply in the real world, but this…this world was different. This was the world he was so much out of control that he should be scared, but instead, he was letting them take over, letting them control him for a change, and he couldn't be happier with the idea.

After what seemed like an eternity of kissing and gentle touches, Ichigo's head felt like it was floating. It was a sensation he was unused to having, and he had forgotten all about the soreness in his nose and eye socket. His jaw was numb, and he didn't care when twinges of pain shot through him when a tongue lapped at the purple bruising there. He had slid off the lap he'd been on, not really noticing when, and was leaning with his back in Renji's stomach, and felt the obvious arousal agasint him. He swallowed, nervously looking at the man behind him.

"Ichigo, relax, we've got plenty a' time, and we have an agreement to come ta first. Today is about getting to know each other, and giving ya the attention you richly deserve without fearing anything," Renji said, brushing a hand over his hair. "Ya gonna be our pet, and we wanna show ya how much affection we're gonna give ya each and every day…"

Ichigo sighed into his arms and felt hands, whose hands, he didn't even know anymore, brushing against his face and over his shirt and down his back. It was all so gentle that he relaxed into it. None of them ventured lower, and no one shucked clothes. As hard as it was for the three semes, they were showering their soon to be uke with incredible amounts of affection and building trust in them more than anything. That, beyond all else, was what they wanted.

Trust would be their bond, and even though within the walls of their home, wherever it was, their small group would explore their limits. And they would bring their young pet along with them and take him to the heights that he never knew. A simple plan in all, and as strange as it was, they had Aizen to thank for opening up the boy's eyes that loss of control was what he desperately needed.