Accidents

Chapter 5

By MasterAkira

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor am I making any money off of this. Tite Kubo does, lucky bastard.

Warnings: Yaoi, anal, AU/AR, piercing, lemon, medical attention, "sensei" fetish. Pretty bad OOCness. Ishida Ryuuken/Kurosaki Ichigo.

Author's note: I love this pairing! I don't really like Isshin, but I love Ryuuken. He's a smexy doctor and I love lab coats…drool worthy all the way. The Ishida's are so cute. Anyways, when it says 'Ishida' it means Ryuuken unless otherwise stated. Sorry about any confusion. Ichigo is 18 in this one, no mentions of the war or the plot really at all, so this is sorta AU/AR. I really see Ichigo with an older man because he's so…temperamental and moody; he needs someone to control him. Forgive me for OOCness! This took a lot longer then I thought it would

The manga is pissing me off because I hate Yammy (so un-smexy) so this took a few days longer. Please review!

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The doctor walked into the sterile white room, his eyes drifting up from the chart he was holding. He took in the sight of a scowling teen, not much older than his own son, on the bed. "Hello." He adjusted his glasses. "What seems to be your problem?"

The teen continued to scowl at him. "You have my fucking chart in your hands, why don't you just read it." Even crossing his arms, he did not look very intimidating in his hospital gown.

"I have. I wanted to hear it in your own words." The doctor was not going to waste any time on this if he wasn't going to be cooperated with. "Please uh," he scanned the paper, "Kurosaki Ichigo-kun?"

The teen turned bright red. "Well, um, I," he took a deep breath, "I went and got a piercing and now its infected but I think its healed over and it really hurts." He spoke without taking a break, his words slurring together.

"Show me."

"Sensei, please don't laugh." The blushing reddened even more and the doctor was afraid something might rupture.

"I will not, I promise. Call me Ishida-sensei." Tight-lipped, he straightened his glasses. Ichigo could not fail to notice his attractive features behind the glasses and pristine silver hair; he looked so much like him…

"Okay." Hesitantly, Ichigo lifted the hem of his hospital gown, revealing his limp cock with the head reddened, pierced by a shinning silver ring. "It really hurts." His whimper softened the doctor's attitude somewhat. It did look painful.

"May I?" He pulled two plastic gloves out and started pulling them on. Ichigo nodded. He gently held the member, examining the source of the problem. "How long ago did you have this done?"

"I got it on my eighteenth birthday; almost five weeks ago." He stiffened when cold fingers pulled back at his foreskin. "It healed quickly and I had sex…ahhhh."

"If looks like something must have gotten in there. I can give you some antiseptic and antibiotics. You should refrain from ejaculation for a week and come back and see me." He grabbed a bottle of peroxide from a tray and a sterile swab, laying them in front of the bed. "I am going to clean this now." His gorgeous, deep voice made everything seem perfectly fine.

"O-okay." Ichigo bit his lip. It hurt but the hand stroking him felt so good after abstaining until his Prince Albert had healed. He tensed, arching up when the barbell was removed and liquid was poured over the hole. The pain made his eyes tear up and he was afraid he was going to pass out. The swabbing was hazed over in his mind and finally it stopped, he felt a slight tug and the barbell was back. It felt better already and he couldn't help but be a little aroused... "Ishida-sensei?"

"I am finished. You understand what needs to be done?" Ishida stood up and removed his gloves, trying to ignore the erection his patient was sporting.

"Thank you. I'm sorry-" Ichigo embarrassedly fixed his dressing gown, covering his groin. He looked up at Ishida, the light from the window glinting off his glasses.

"Do not thank me. I am giving this to you because of your father. I will not tell him, nor do I care why you did not ask him for help. Just, in the future, I would hope you thought about your choices a little better." The doctor nodded, leaving a prescription on the bedside table, and left. The poor boy had no idea what he was doing, but he knew he would be back to the hospital before long, no matter what Goat-face said about the evil hospital director, the old man was just jealous!

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Ichigo did as the doctor told him. He cleaned out his piercing twice a day and he abstained from sex—not hard to do when his boyfriend was avoiding him—and it seemed to be getting better. The pain was gone and there was no unusual puffiness or infected looking skin. The only problem was he was so horney he wasn't sure if he could make it through his appointment. Sitting again on a bed in the hospital he steeled himself.

Ishida-sensei was in as soon as Ichigo was changed. "I see you came back. I wasn't sure if you would." He smiled and Ichigo was shocked at the change. Ishida-sensei was hot, it wasn't as if he had just noticed but when he smiled…it was amazing how stunning the man really was.

"Yeah, of course I did. I said I would." His lips curled down into a deep frown and he crossed his arms. Just because he was a teenager didn't mean he couldn't be trusted.

"You did." He smiled as his gaze shifted to the skin of creamy thighs exposed by Ichigo's movement. "How does it feel? All better?"

"Yeah. I think. It doesn't hurt anymore." Ichigo smiled shyly.

"Good. Can I see it?" Ichigo lifted his dressing gown and the doctor put his gloves on, lifting the heavy flesh, already hardening from the attention. He twisted the metal to check for infection and Ichigo moaned.

"It feels much better." His voice was husky as warm hands touched him.

"It looks better. Just take care of it." Ishida took a step back, the male in front of him was looking sexier and sexier by the second, but he was still a patient. Deep breath, in and out. "You can resume whatever sexual activity you were engaged in before the…infection."

"Great. Thank you so much Sensei." Ichigo lifted his arms over his head, taking his covering with it, baring his perfectly chiseled body to the medical practitioner. "Actually, I can't really. My boyfriend dumped me." He looked up through orange lashes coyly. "Sensei is so caring, he could help."

"Kurosaki-kun, I do not think that would be appropriate." He swallowed hard, his throat feeling suddenly dry and his tie too tight.

"Do you really care? I think you are hot and you want me. That's why you're being so nice. You don't treat my father this kindly and he is a colleague, and an old friend." Ichigo dragged one hand up from his groin to his neck, tracing the indents of his hardened abs and collar bone. "Please, Sensei?"

"Kurosaki-kun—"

"Call me Ichigo, Sensei."

"Ichigo-kun." Ishida knew this was wrong but—he didn't care any more, there were worse thing he could do. He moved forward with a Quincy's grace and grabbed a pointed chin, forcing Ichigo's face up, and he claimed that pouting mouth with a kiss. Ichigo reacted immediately, wrapping his arms around the doctor's neck and pressing them closer.

Finally the kiss broke and Ishida pressed his flushed forehead against Ichigo's. "Sensei." His face and chest were tinted pink and Ishida felt he couldn't restrain himself any more.

"Ryuuken. Call me Ryuuken-sensei." He put one knee up on the bed and moved down to nip and kiss broad shoulders and a defined collar bone. "You are beautiful."

"No, Ryuuken-sensei. Why does everyone say that? I hate it! I'm not beautiful, I'm a man." Ichigo scowled, pressing on Ishida's shoulders. The doctor decided Ichigo's breathy gasps of his name in the most erotic way.

The man chuckled. "Men are beautiful too, and you are a striking example." He took Ichigo's face in his hands and claimed those pursed lips in a kiss, forcing them open with his tongue. The redhead relaxed into him, and he moved one palm down a chiseled chest, stopping to tweak a nipple as hard as he could, drawing out a pained cry. "Tell Sensei what you need."

"Touch me more." Ichigo sucked in a deep breath. "Play with my ring. Then sensei, oh, please, Ryuuken-sensei, please. So good! Fuck me!" Ishida's hands were everywhere, touching everything, stroking, pulling, and teasing past the point of comfort. "Please!"

"Yes, anything." The doctor laid sweet kisses along his broad shoulders and down, along his stomach, until he reached the younger male's extremely swollen erection, the silver ring poking out. One hand moved it, twisting it through the turgid flesh. Ichigo moaned at the sensation. Ryuuken suddenly removed his hand, glistening with pre-come. He raised it to Ichigo's lips and he took them in, cleaning them.

"Ryuuken-sensei, please hurry." Ichigo arched up when those same fingers that had just been in his mouth found their way to his ass. The first circled his puckered ring, sending shivers up his spine. When it plunged in he screamed, shoving his fist into his mouth to muffle the sound. Soon he felt three moving in and out, stretching him and spreading a dull, blissful burn throughout his lower back. "Now!" He tried to move back further onto the fingers but the doctor's hand on his hips stopped him.

"Ichigo-kun, I am going to-"

"Yes! Just do it!" Ichigo screwed his eyes shut; he wanted the older man so badly!

Ishida pulled out his fingers only to reach into his pocket and pull out a condom, unwrapping it and rolling it on, the pre-come on his fingers slicking up the plastic surface. "Ichigo-kun." He lined himself up with the teen's ass, pulling him to sit on the very edge of the bed. When he was all lined up he thrust in as hard as he could, seating his cock fully with one movement in the clenching muscles.

"Ah! Ryuuken-sensei! Your cock feels so good! More!" Ichigo threw his head back, panting as he was impaled on Ryuuken. He tried to move back against the solid flesh but the Quincy was set on controlling the pace himself.

"Stop squirming." Ryuuken rested his forehead against the others', his glasses fogging up between their labored breaths. "I am going to start moving now." Receiving a moan and a nod he pulled out slightly and eased back, groaning at the tightness.

"Sensei, please, move faster!" Ichigo threw his head back and cried out, trying to move back against the feeling of fullness. "You feel…ah…so good!" He got his wish, and a pounding pace was set by the silver-haired man.

"Oh, Ichigo-kun." He did not think he could last much longer. He hadn't had a lover in years and the sight of the redhead on his lap was too much.

Ichigo knew just how the doctor felt. He cried out again in pleasure as his prostate was stimulated and a large, warm hand covered his pulsing erection, tugging and moving the ring around. "Ryuuken-sensei!" He was coming before he knew it and soon he doctor stilled, his arms still around the slimmer, yet more muscular body. He had felt the doctor come, warmth seeping into him through the thin plastic separating them.

"Ichigo-kun." Ishida was pulling out with a hiss, looking at the thoroughly debauched, and very sexy, teen in front of him. He opened his mouth to speak.

"After that, you can't say you don't want to see me any more. I'll hurt myself everyday and come here if that's what it takes to see you." Ichigo's dazed expression was ruined by a slight pout and furrowed eyebrows.

"Oh, that's not it Ichigo-kun." The doctor smirked. "I was just going to say that it appears your piercing healed very nicely."

"Oh, yes, yes it did."

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His eyes got wide and his bag slipped from his grasp as he took in the sight in front of him. He had been told to come to the hospital to meet his new mother. What he was greeted with was the sight of his father pinning his shirtless crush, who he had thought was his best friend, to his father's desk. To say he was shocked was an understatement. "Uryuu." Ichigo looked up at him through his thick eyelash from his upside-down position on the desk. He looked much to pleased to be there.

"K-Kurosaki?!" Ishida didn't know what to say.

"You know your new mother already then." His father smirked.

"He's my CLASSMATE! Of course I know him!" Ishida balled his hands into fists. "What happened to your 'no shinigami rule'? I hate you!" Uryuu picked up his bag and angrily fled the room, the hospital, and the two men who had made his life hell for so long.

"I think that went well." Ichigo held up his arms, trying to get his older lover to kiss him again.

"He took it better than I expected." Ryuugen leaned down, lips brushing along Ichigo's jaw and ear. "He likes you."

"I know, but he's such a prick." Ichigo frowned. He wanted to have desk sex, not talk about the person he once wanted. No more, he had found someone much more suited to him.

"You are too my little shinigami." With that Ryuugen swooped down and captured his young lover's mouth, claiming him again. After all his son would calm down eventually, and then they could all settle down and finally be a good family, together.

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End Note: Renji was Ichigo's last boyfriend. I don't know why, but just because I'm the author, so there. I can see them dating, but never staying together.

Next up (in no particular order) Hitsugaya/Hanataro, Byakuya/Ichigo/(Renji?), Hisagi Shuuhei/Yumichika (my new favorite character), Grimmjow/somebody. I'll take suggestions, but I don't like Yamada, Kenpachi, Iba, Komamura, or pretty much anyone who is not bishi. I'm thinking about a second one to follow up this one, with Uryuu getting a beau, I just don't know who. (I thought about Isshin, but then I was like...no.)

Please review! It helps me write faster, and right now I really need inspiration. I want to cosplay as Lisa, but I don't have a school girl uniform, only a summer kimono. *sigh*