[Drabble] - My Clingy Valentine
[Title]: My Clingy Valentine
[Characters]: Ishida Ryuuken, Kurosaki Isshin.
[Summary]: Ryuuken's complicated day at work, gets even more stressful with Isshin's interference.
[Word Count]: 1105
[Finished]: 09.February.2008
[Beta]: Not beta-read
[Warnings]: Okay, this piece has a theme some people might squirm at a bit. It's nothing too gruesome but I know some don't take it all too good. I rather not say what it is exactly as it would spoil the fun. So read at your own risk. And my deepest appologies for any damaged caused to your sanity.
[Notes]: Pure crackiness and a whole lot of fluff. You might turn into a neat pile of goo while reading this, so I recommend a large bucket. Totally inspired by this doujinshi that you can get at the Dangerous Pleasure's scanlation site.
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters©Kubo Tite
There was a large and noisy commotion from outside of his office door. Ryuuken put the papers, he was working on, down and pinched the bridge of his nose. What else could be happening now? Wasn’t it enough the nurses were on strike; the malpractice suit against the hospital; his altered state of health? What else could go wrong!?
A slight knock on the door was followed by the, well trimmed, head of his secretary. If she was coming in person things were certainly bad! He sighed heavily and removed his glasses.
“Yes?”
She entered the room, closing the door behind her, muffling the increasing noises in the corridor. “There’s a man out on the hall that demands to speak to you, Ishida-sensei,” she said.
“If he doesn’t have an appointment, he’ll have to return another day. Why are you bothering me with such small nothings?”
“Hmm… you see, Ishida-sensei… the man, he says…well…”
“Please, don’t waste my time. Say it!” he all but yelled.
“The man says he’s your husband, Ishida-sensei!” she let out in one breath.
Ryuuken felt his face drain of all blood. He wouldn’t dare. He wouldn’t be so bold as to come here, to his office, and… The hospital owner noticed his secretary’s intent observation of him and gave her the Ishida stare. She lowered her gaze instantaneously, and fidgeted in discomfort.
“He must be some patient from the Psychiatric ward.” Ryuuken dismissed it quickly. “Put him in a strait-jacket and send him back to where he belongs.” He would pay for this, he deserved this much.
“Yes, Ishida-sensei.” The secretary turned to leave and was almost hit by the door, when it swung open. Two security guards held a struggling Isshin that stopped squirming the moment he noticed Ryuuken and cracked open his beaming, foolish smile, that his daughters seemed to love so much. Ryuuken cursed himself for his arrhythmia.
“Ah, there you are, Ryu. Could you tell these two gentlemen we know each other.” Isshin smirked, sarcastically, at the two guards and then, to Ryuuken’s dismay, added, “intimately.”
Ryuuken’s first instinct was to punish Isshin, to send him to the Psychiatric ward and let him spend the night. But analyzing his options better, he told the guards to release the foolish man and dismissed them both as well as his secretary. She eyed him and Isshin, skeptically, not convinced by his excuse of trying to calm a mad man alone.
“But, Ishida-sensei, he might be dangerous! He might try and harm you. You should at least let one of the guards remain with you, for your own security.”
Ryuuken felt like snorting at the woman’s complete cluelessness, instead he gave her a stern look and sent her away. “I am sure I can handle him myself. Leave, now!” He then focused his full, deathly, attention on Isshin.
“She seems very protective of you,” the beard man commented. “That’s good!” And before Ryuuken could utter a word, the fool shinigami crossed the room, in two strides, and hugged him, tightly. “Oh, I missed’ ya!”
Ryuuken rolled his eyes, writhing to escape the embrace. “You’ve seen me this morning. And it isn’t even noon!”
“You’ve been counting the minutes, too?”
Ryuuken lost his patience with the idiot man and managing to break away from the tight clasp, yelled at him, “How dare you? How dare you come into my work place and claim to everyone you’re my husband!?”
“But I am your husband,” Isshin replies, calmly.
Ryuuken felt his patience drain quickly out of him. “They don’t need to know that!”
Isshin pouted. “I came all the way from the Clinic, just to see you and this is the welcoming I get. I would expect more love from my wife.”
“I AM NOT YOUR WIFE!!!” Ryuuken fumed, a vein in his forehead, nearly popping.
“Okay, okay. Husband,” Isshin conceded. “It’s the force of habit to say wife.”
Ryuuken felt dizzy from the anger and absolute outraged at Isshin’s words; little pinpoints assaulted his vision and he had to find support on the shoulders of his, insufferable, husband.
“You can’t get too stressed. You ought to know it’s not good for your health.” Isshin chided.
“I’m fine!”
“Have you eaten since breakfast? You gotta eat. You’re a doctor; you should know this by heart. I shouldn’t need to tell you these things.”
“Why are you lecturing me? You should be the one reprimanded here, not me. What are you doing here?”
“Once you’ve eaten something, I’ll tell you all about it.” Isshin bargained.
Ryuuken raised his arms in defeat and ordered a coffee and a slice of toast, Isshin added some scrambled eggs and orange juice to his order. “See, it wasn’t so hard. You have cut on the stress and start having regular, healthy meals. You’re eating for two after all.”
“And whose fault is that?” Ryuuken fumed. “ Now tell me! What are you doing in my Hospital in the middle of the day?”
Instead of answering, his husband moved closer, hugging him, kissing him, nibbling on his earlobe, undoubtedly trying to divert his attention from the inquiry and managing to do so for a moment, when Ryuuken allowed himself to respond to the kiss and feel the warm mouth trailing his neck, before snapping out of it.
“Kurosaki Isshin!!!”
The man exhaled heavily. “Well, have it your way.” He unlocked their limbs and explained, “I was at the clinic, but the work was little and dull and I had this sudden urge to see my,” Isshin paused and seemed to savor the word, before continuing, “husband. You know how I can’t stand having you away from me, for very long.” Isshin sighed and smiled at Ryuuken.
Damned arrhythmia! Ryuuken cursed to himself, while Isshin continued his explanation, “you know how I need to hear your voice…”
“You could’ve used the phone.” Ryuuken interrupted him.
Isshin chuckled and moved closer again. “You look so much better in the flesh.” He stroked Ryuuken’s throat. “Feel so much better, too.” His hand cradled the nape of the white-haired doctor, pulling delicately on the hair. “Oh, and the smell.” He nuzzled Ryuuken’s neck and they both moaned, quietly. After a moment of blissful stillness, Isshin kneeled, his hands trailing down Ryuuken’s chest and nestling at his navel, lovingly, he leaned forward kissing the belly and whispering into it, “and how are you today, baby?”
Ryuuken’s scowl, softened and he intertwined his fingers on Isshin’s short, black hair combing lightly, before answering, “He’s been driving me mad, all morning.”
“That’s my boy,” Isshin laughs, nudging the barely noticeable hump on his husband’s belly.
February2008©MarinLiliz
[Characters]: Ishida Ryuuken, Kurosaki Isshin.
[Summary]: Ryuuken's complicated day at work, gets even more stressful with Isshin's interference.
[Word Count]: 1105
[Finished]: 09.February.2008
[Beta]: Not beta-read
[Warnings]: Okay, this piece has a theme some people might squirm at a bit. It's nothing too gruesome but I know some don't take it all too good. I rather not say what it is exactly as it would spoil the fun. So read at your own risk. And my deepest appologies for any damaged caused to your sanity.
[Notes]: Pure crackiness and a whole lot of fluff. You might turn into a neat pile of goo while reading this, so I recommend a large bucket. Totally inspired by this doujinshi that you can get at the Dangerous Pleasure's scanlation site.
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters©Kubo Tite
There was a large and noisy commotion from outside of his office door. Ryuuken put the papers, he was working on, down and pinched the bridge of his nose. What else could be happening now? Wasn’t it enough the nurses were on strike; the malpractice suit against the hospital; his altered state of health? What else could go wrong!?
A slight knock on the door was followed by the, well trimmed, head of his secretary. If she was coming in person things were certainly bad! He sighed heavily and removed his glasses.
“Yes?”
She entered the room, closing the door behind her, muffling the increasing noises in the corridor. “There’s a man out on the hall that demands to speak to you, Ishida-sensei,” she said.
“If he doesn’t have an appointment, he’ll have to return another day. Why are you bothering me with such small nothings?”
“Hmm… you see, Ishida-sensei… the man, he says…well…”
“Please, don’t waste my time. Say it!” he all but yelled.
“The man says he’s your husband, Ishida-sensei!” she let out in one breath.
Ryuuken felt his face drain of all blood. He wouldn’t dare. He wouldn’t be so bold as to come here, to his office, and… The hospital owner noticed his secretary’s intent observation of him and gave her the Ishida stare. She lowered her gaze instantaneously, and fidgeted in discomfort.
“He must be some patient from the Psychiatric ward.” Ryuuken dismissed it quickly. “Put him in a strait-jacket and send him back to where he belongs.” He would pay for this, he deserved this much.
“Yes, Ishida-sensei.” The secretary turned to leave and was almost hit by the door, when it swung open. Two security guards held a struggling Isshin that stopped squirming the moment he noticed Ryuuken and cracked open his beaming, foolish smile, that his daughters seemed to love so much. Ryuuken cursed himself for his arrhythmia.
“Ah, there you are, Ryu. Could you tell these two gentlemen we know each other.” Isshin smirked, sarcastically, at the two guards and then, to Ryuuken’s dismay, added, “intimately.”
Ryuuken’s first instinct was to punish Isshin, to send him to the Psychiatric ward and let him spend the night. But analyzing his options better, he told the guards to release the foolish man and dismissed them both as well as his secretary. She eyed him and Isshin, skeptically, not convinced by his excuse of trying to calm a mad man alone.
“But, Ishida-sensei, he might be dangerous! He might try and harm you. You should at least let one of the guards remain with you, for your own security.”
Ryuuken felt like snorting at the woman’s complete cluelessness, instead he gave her a stern look and sent her away. “I am sure I can handle him myself. Leave, now!” He then focused his full, deathly, attention on Isshin.
“She seems very protective of you,” the beard man commented. “That’s good!” And before Ryuuken could utter a word, the fool shinigami crossed the room, in two strides, and hugged him, tightly. “Oh, I missed’ ya!”
Ryuuken rolled his eyes, writhing to escape the embrace. “You’ve seen me this morning. And it isn’t even noon!”
“You’ve been counting the minutes, too?”
Ryuuken lost his patience with the idiot man and managing to break away from the tight clasp, yelled at him, “How dare you? How dare you come into my work place and claim to everyone you’re my husband!?”
“But I am your husband,” Isshin replies, calmly.
Ryuuken felt his patience drain quickly out of him. “They don’t need to know that!”
Isshin pouted. “I came all the way from the Clinic, just to see you and this is the welcoming I get. I would expect more love from my wife.”
“I AM NOT YOUR WIFE!!!” Ryuuken fumed, a vein in his forehead, nearly popping.
“Okay, okay. Husband,” Isshin conceded. “It’s the force of habit to say wife.”
Ryuuken felt dizzy from the anger and absolute outraged at Isshin’s words; little pinpoints assaulted his vision and he had to find support on the shoulders of his, insufferable, husband.
“You can’t get too stressed. You ought to know it’s not good for your health.” Isshin chided.
“I’m fine!”
“Have you eaten since breakfast? You gotta eat. You’re a doctor; you should know this by heart. I shouldn’t need to tell you these things.”
“Why are you lecturing me? You should be the one reprimanded here, not me. What are you doing here?”
“Once you’ve eaten something, I’ll tell you all about it.” Isshin bargained.
Ryuuken raised his arms in defeat and ordered a coffee and a slice of toast, Isshin added some scrambled eggs and orange juice to his order. “See, it wasn’t so hard. You have cut on the stress and start having regular, healthy meals. You’re eating for two after all.”
“And whose fault is that?” Ryuuken fumed. “ Now tell me! What are you doing in my Hospital in the middle of the day?”
Instead of answering, his husband moved closer, hugging him, kissing him, nibbling on his earlobe, undoubtedly trying to divert his attention from the inquiry and managing to do so for a moment, when Ryuuken allowed himself to respond to the kiss and feel the warm mouth trailing his neck, before snapping out of it.
“Kurosaki Isshin!!!”
The man exhaled heavily. “Well, have it your way.” He unlocked their limbs and explained, “I was at the clinic, but the work was little and dull and I had this sudden urge to see my,” Isshin paused and seemed to savor the word, before continuing, “husband. You know how I can’t stand having you away from me, for very long.” Isshin sighed and smiled at Ryuuken.
Damned arrhythmia! Ryuuken cursed to himself, while Isshin continued his explanation, “you know how I need to hear your voice…”
“You could’ve used the phone.” Ryuuken interrupted him.
Isshin chuckled and moved closer again. “You look so much better in the flesh.” He stroked Ryuuken’s throat. “Feel so much better, too.” His hand cradled the nape of the white-haired doctor, pulling delicately on the hair. “Oh, and the smell.” He nuzzled Ryuuken’s neck and they both moaned, quietly. After a moment of blissful stillness, Isshin kneeled, his hands trailing down Ryuuken’s chest and nestling at his navel, lovingly, he leaned forward kissing the belly and whispering into it, “and how are you today, baby?”
Ryuuken’s scowl, softened and he intertwined his fingers on Isshin’s short, black hair combing lightly, before answering, “He’s been driving me mad, all morning.”
“That’s my boy,” Isshin laughs, nudging the barely noticeable hump on his husband’s belly.
February2008©MarinLiliz