This chapter was inspired
by the doujinshi "Shuuichi-kun's Doctor" by Moriyama Yumi.
CHAPTER 2
Awakening
Takeshi was bored. A couple of months ago he'd been Hamaru Takeshi, medical student, but now he was Dr. Hamaru. Unfortunately, in real life newly-qualified doctors get less chance to swan gracefully but urgently between ward and emergency room than TV dramas would have people believe. He had grudgingly taken good advice to earn some money filling in for neighbourhood doctors on holiday, while he waited for a hospital vacancy to come up. Kurama's local clinic was normally well organised, but his doctor had been about to go away when his colleague had fallen and broken his leg, so Takeshi had become their substitute for the two week period.
The first week had been fairly interesting, until he'd realised that the patients had a limited range of ailments. Minor suburbs like this tended towards children with measles or runny noses, and overweight elderly women with bad feet. And hypochondriacs. The obscure foreign diseases that he imagined himself diagnosing with contemptuous ease (while teaching hospitals pronounced themselves baffled) existed only in his lurid imagination. At the moment, however, his imagination was being particularly lurid on the subject of the clinic's beautiful but icily-efficient nurse. His overheated imaginings on that subject had been the only thing that had got him through the first week, and were still as vivid halfway through the second...
The intercom buzzer was particularly strident, but by now he was almost used to it, and only jumped slightly.
"Yes?" he intoned with what he hoped was professional detachment.
"Doctor, your next patient is still waiting." the loudspeaker quacked, managing to convey the hint of accusation very successfully.
"Very good, send them in."
A knock, and light but muffled voice: "Doctor?"
"Come in!" I'm going to scream if it's another runny nose, he thought.
It was, but he didn't scream, although he did make a strangled noise of surprise, covering it hastily with a cough. Into the consulting room stepped what, to his eyes, was a vision of loveliness, a little the worse for wear from the 'flu. Tall and slender, with long red hair, and lustrous green eyes (slightly red round the edges), delightfully casual in loose white shirt and close-fitting jeans. Dreams of the unyielding nurse were instantly swept away in a tidal wave of Lust at First Sight. Even at medical college he'd never seen anyone as beautiful as this young lady, as he thought.
In a soft voice (punctuated with sniffs) that did nothing to dispel the illusion, Kurama expressed his surprise at not seeing his usual doctor. The doctor explained he was only covering for the absentee for a few more days, then listened as Kurama explained her (as he thought) symptoms.
"I'll need to check your lungs - please unfasten your shirt." Takeshi asked, quickly warming the end of his stethoscope in his palm while anticipating passing it over some interesting contours....
It was such a shock when Kurama's unbuttoned shirt revealed the lightly-muscled torso of a very fit young man, that he sat staring at it for several seconds. Gods, he's beautiful... I wonder what it would be like to.... NO! YOU PERVERT!... Ohh, but he's so beautiful... went the unspoken battle between libido and conscience. Conscience withdrew, defeated on points.
Meanwhile, Kurama was suddenly aware of the young doctor's intense gaze fixed on his chest. He didn't get anywhere near guessing the mental turmoil behind it, but the reason blazed like a beacon to him. In addition to his usual embarrassment, he was aware of a sudden shortness of breath that seemed to have nothing to do with his cold, and a feeling of excited hollowness in the pit of his stomach. To his inexpert glance, the doctor didn't look much older than he was, and somehow more attractive than the boys at school. And in a few day's he'd be gone. He'd never see him again....
"Er..." he said, unsure how long this man was going to sit staring at him. The spell was broken, and with a little start, the doctor sat up, then motioned Kurama to stand beside his chair. As he did, they locked eyes for a moment. Kurama forced himself to overcome his inclination to look away, and even smiled a little. To his surprise the doctor blushed hotly, then suddenly became very intent on his stethoscope.
"Take a deep breath please....... and another......now cough, please" he commanded. Mesmerised, he stared at the way Kurama's chest curved out as each breath filled it, the nipples hardening in the cool air.
To Kurama, it seemed like the doctor was back to behaving as a doctor should, until the tip of the stethoscope brushed his left nipple, in a way that sent a shudder of pleasure coursing through his suddenly-hypersensitive body. Then it happened again, and at the same time Takeshi's other hand, resting lightly on Kurama's chest, moved slightly, and his index finger brushed across Kurama's right nipple. The sensation that flared in Kurama's chest was so intense that for a moment his legs felt weak.
It is happening - I'm not imagining it! he thought. Don't stop: this is what I need to know about!
Takeshi was having difficulty in stopping his hands from shaking. Kurama's skin was as soft and smooth as silk, and every time he touched it, the sensation seemed to send little shocks through him. And he hadn't missed the way Kurama's nipples had hardened as he brushed them, nor the hot flush of red that suffused the whole of his upper body with a rosy glow. All sense had deserted him as he realised the beautiful youth was becoming aroused by his touch. All he wanted to do was figure out some means of having his way with him.
Inspiration came with a recollection of some smutty anatomical jokes at medical college. Could he come up with some lie that would give him an excuse to slip his finger in... there, and stimulate... that?
He could.
"Now, I will need to check your temperature very carefully, and the state of some of your glands. Please get up on the couch there on all fours.... and take down your trousers and underwear." Kurama did so.
"(ahh)" - by now Kurama was more aware of what was happening, and understood Takeshi's stifled, almost reverent exclamation as he stared at Kurama's naked butt. He wasn't sure he wanted so much attention focused on it - this seemed too similar to the schoolyard gossip he'd so firmly rejected. It was also impossible to see what Takeshi was up to, behind him.
"Now this won't hurt as long as you try to relax; try to think of something soothing, like a piece of music." Producing a tub of lubricating jelly, Takeshi coated his index finger thickly.
Aww, no, he's going to put something up there - yuck! thought Kurama, even though he couldn't see exactly what Takeshi was doing. But he only said "Yes, doctor" as submissively as ever. Or rather, he said "Yes doct-AAH!!" because that was the exact moment Takeshi chose to swiftly slip his finger into the rose-pink pucker of Kurama's asshole, then firmly thrust inwards. Right then, Kurama couldn't imagine any circumstances under which it wouldn't hurt.
Meanwhile, Takeshi was trying not to panic as he sought that particular spot he had in mind. If I have to wriggle around too much in there, he's bound to suspect something! he thought. Just then he felt the change in resistance he'd been searching for, and stroked smoothly down with his fingertip. The reaction was far more than he'd expected.
"Ohhh!" Kurama moaned, his eyes half-closing with the intense wave of feeling that rushed through him. He'd never realised that although human, his youkai soul gave him a more-than-human sensitivity to his body. Once again he blushed - all over - as Takeshi could easily see. He could also see that Kurama's penis had gone from limp to half-roused in a moment.
"Hmm, you seem to be unusually sensitive there. I'd better make a small internal examination to make sure everything's all right," he said smoothly, withdrawing his finger. "Just hold very still: you will probably feel this a little." At the same time he re-applied lubricant to his first and second fingers, and re-inserted them, a little more carefully than the first time.
"Ohhhh......ooohhh.." Kurama's moans had nothing to do with discomfort. The probing finger had returned to its skilful stroking, and he was floating away on a flood tide of sensations so potent he didn't even notice the extra finger. And this time he was a lot more than half-roused.
After what was much too short a time for Kurama's taste, the fingers withdrew again. "Everything seems to be fine, but I will need to check a little more, so please continue to keep relaxed - you're doing very well," said the rather breathless Takeshi, who now had a clearer idea of what he wanted to make happen. Swiftly he added more lubricant to all four fingers, then returned to his twin tasks of stimulating Kurama while gently stretching the no-longer-resisting opening. By now his hand was moving in smooth little in-and-out thrusts that made Kurama's hips buck slightly in time with them. Kurama was moaning with pleasure almost continuously, and his manhood was swollen and stiff with desire.
So he had no wish to protest when Takeshi's other hand curled around his penis and began to rapidly stroke up and down, brushing rather than gripping the rigid shaft. In fact, he was concentrating all his conscious being on his rapidly approaching orgasm.
"Ohh...Ohh...Ohh...OHHH!...OHHH!...OHHHHHHH!!" It arrived. Until that moment, Kurama thought he knew all about orgasms. Like most teenagers, he'd experienced quite a lot of them - but always on his own. This was so different, a tidal wave of roaring sensations that tore away his grip on reality and dragged him along, gasping and barely conscious until he was spent, washed up on a beach of exhaustion. He barely registered that he had been flipped gently over onto his back, or that his legs were being lifted up and apart. Even when Takeshi entered him, there was only a momentary pain, then a whole new set of sensations. As the young doctor began pumping in and out of him with desperate urgency, Kurama was thinking with a peculiar sense of detachment, This is something I've got that someone wants... maybe even that Hiei might want...
Then with a cry, and a shudder of pleasure, Takeshi spent himself. Drooping, he lay his head against Kurama's for a moment, and said: "You are wonderful....".
A moment of dread gripped Kurama. He had a sudden vision of the young doctor wanting to wine and dine and bed him on a daily basis, cutting him off from the one person he wanted to be with all the time. Then all coherent thought stopped for a second, as Takeshi pushed himself up off the couch and pulled out of Kurama, his inexperience making him do it rather too quickly.
"WAAHH!!" For a moment Takeshi looked very worried as Kurama screwed up his face in a grimace of pain. Then the youth flopped back onto the couch and gasped "I'm OK", forcing a little smile. Relieved, Takeshi zipped up and almost leaped back to his desk, taking refuge in clearing his throat loudly several times, and saying, with a desperate attempt to recreate his professional manner: "Well, everything seems to be all right. I'll give you this antibiotic, that should clear up the remaining symptoms. Er... you can put your clothes back on now."
Kurama struggled to sit upright. He felt weak and dizzy, yet on top of the world at the same time. "Sorry, doctor. I just feel a bit giddy... I'll be all right." He'd entirely forgotten what he had visited the clinic for, until...
"AAAHH-CHOO!" An explosive sneeze caught him by surprise, and he barely got his hand to his nose in time. Looking concerned, Takeshi hurried back over to him:
"Come on, we must get you dressed again, or you'll catch something worse! Let me help you." And he re-buttoned Kurama's shirt for him, with fingers that shook a little, for he was beginning to realise how dangerous what he had just done could be. One word from this young man to the authorities, and... He shivered mentally at the prospect.
Kurama slipped himself off the couch, meaning to pick his jeans off the floor, and discovered his legs were too weak to hold him. The doctor caught him before he could fall, and for a moment they were eye to eye.
I don't care what happens, Takeshi thought, mesmerised by Kurama's beauty, I'll never forget this experience. He bent down and retrieved Kurama's jeans, then held him steady while he struggled into them.
"Lean on my arm for a moment until you feel stronger," he said, enjoying his closeness to the beautiful youth a moment longer. Kurama leant back into his embrace, laid his head on Takeshi's shoulder and gazed up into his eyes.
"Thank you, doctor." he said. His sincerity was obvious, and Takeshi felt swollen-headed with pride. Gods, he must have been wonderful to affect the boy like that! Impulsively, he bent his head and gave Kurama a quick but passionate kiss. It was the last piece of the jigsaw puzzle for Kurama. Now he knew everything he needed to try and seduce his beloved fire demon.
In truth, Takeshi had not been wonderful, only very average, and not half as gentle or loving as Kurama hoped was possible; but Kurama's gratitude was copious, for the experience was far better than he had imagined. He was determined, if he ever got his hands on Hiei, he would exert all his cunning to make his own lovemaking wonderful with his new knowledge.
"Feeling a little stronger now? Good! Let me support you to the door.... and, young man..... please promise me you'll never, ever speak a word to anyone about what happened. It could get both of us into some very serious and very public trouble, and could shame your family if anyone ever found out! Do you promise?"
"Yes, doctor, I give you my word of honor. I will never say a word about what happened." Kurama said with conviction. Although he should have been inflamed with anger at the deceitful way he'd been taken advantage of, his delight at being given all the answers he wanted, to the question of just what he could do to ensnare his friend's passions, wiped out any disgust he would have felt. All he could see was an inexperienced young doctor's fear and weakness. He pledged his word with all the sincerity he possessed, grateful that this one, above all others, had good reasons for keeping silent about what had happened. He was to regret the commitment to his sense of honor, later....
"Doctor, do you want me to book another appointment for Minamino-san?"
"No, thank you nurse, I've given him enough to solve his problems."
Kurama only just managed
to keep from sniggering at the unintended double meaning until the door had
closed behind him.