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Tales of a Broken Society	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 41133 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Sweet Healing

Fandom: Bleach

Pairing: Shuuhei/Hanataro

Requested by: No one, wanted to write it

Word count: 1,507

AN: Errr…have some smut while we deal with idiots? Enjoy.
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“Shuuhei-san, you really should have taken better care of yourself,” Hanataro chided as he walked into the examination room, clip board in one hand. Shuuhei smiled at the tiny healer and shrugged.
“I was so busy working on my bankai that I lost track of myself,” he explained, laying back on the bed, an IV already dripping into his body.
“It’s a good thing that you got dizzy when you did,” Hanataro stated as he checked the fluid bags. “You were well on your way to fainting from dehydration.”
“I don’t faint,” Shuuhei protested, Hanataro giving him a dull look as he tapped his pen on the clip board.
“Fine. You would have passed out, and in doing so, given yourself a concussion,” he finally stated. Shuuhei groaned and dropped his head back onto the pillow as Hanataro attached the IV pole to the bed. Pushing on the bed, the young healer rolled him to a private room to rest. “Now, your orders are this. For tonight, you are to sleep and pump saline into your body, along with water. This is going to mean that you are going to pee, a lot,” he said, sounding a bit more happy than what Shuuhei thought he should sound like. “When training, you are to have someone there to remind you to drink some water or one of those electrolyte heavy drinks that Ichigo introduced. If you end up passing out because you didn’t listen, I will turn your case over to Unohana-taicho and allow her to deal with you herself,” he threatened, sounding sweet as candy.
“You learned how to threaten from her much to easily for my peace of mind,” Shuuhei grumped as he was wheeled into a room. Hanataro unhooked the IV pole and got the other man to move to the bed before shoving the rolling bed into the hallway. Once a lower seat was taking it away, he walked back in, finding Shuuhei settling into the bed with a few wiggles.
Putting the chart up, Hanataro sat down next to his lover and gave him a firm look. “How in the hell did you come close to passing out during your training? You’re usually much more careful than that,” he said, curling his his fingers around the other’s long fingers, getting a squeeze back.
“I was talking with Kazeshini as I was practicing, the both of us going back and forth on how I can gain bankai and lost myself in though,” Shuuhei admitted, pulling the hand up to kiss the back of it with a small smile. “I’m sorry lovely one.”
“It’s alright, I suppose. Just do be more careful,” Hanaarou said, his eyes worried as he stroked one hand up and down Shuuhei’s arm. “When I had heard you had been rushed from the training grounds, dizzy and nearly dehydrated, I was so worried.”
“I’ll have to make it up to you when I get out tomorrow,” Shuuhei hummed, reaching up and smoothing a hand through soft hair, brushing it back out of his lover’s face. “I love seeing your face, I really do,” he chuckled, watching Hanataro blush lightly and go from concerned lover to blushing, shy lover. It was pure adorableness that always made him smile and want to cuddle the smaller male.
Which he did, pulling Hanataro down to lay next to his body, one hand resting over the lean hips while he laced the fingers of the other hand with his mate’s. Shuuhei smiled when his lover tossed a leg over his hips and groin, rubbing it a bit until he growled. “Tease,” he groaned into the soft hair, getting a low chuckle from the other.
Shuuhei was still amazed at the fact that he had landed Hanataro as his lover, even nearly three years after they had come together. During the Winter War, tension had been high and driving them all crazy as they worked to get ready for the coming battle. If they weren’t doing their usual duties, they were training, planning or taking care of the influx of hollows along with the Arrancars that attacked randomly.
He had been of the last to break and go drink himself into oblivion just to forget everything for a little while.
He had woken up the next morning with a hangover bad enough to make him wish for a second death and Hanataro handing him a cup of medical tea to help with it. After being assured that they hadn’t screwed while he couldn’t remember it, he had offered to take the healer out to dinner as a way to thank him for taking care of him and for making sure he hadn’t gone back to the skank’s home.
After the date, they had gone to Shuuhei’s house where the small healer had shown him just how good he was with his hands.
And then his mouth.
And finally had made Shuuhei into a moaning mess, unbelieving about the tightness around his cock. The next morning, he had returned the favor by making the small healer scream, moan, groan and whimper until he had lost his voice. They had been together ever since and quite happy about it, confusing the hell out of several of their friends.
A finger playing with his nipple as doe eyes gazed up at him drew him out of his thoughts.
“Sorry, got lost,” Shuuhei chuckled, hissing when Hanataro tweaked the bud with a mischievous look on his face.
“So I can tell. Tell me, Shuuhei-san, was it good thoughts?” Hanataro asked as he rubbed his lover’s hardening length.
“Very good thoughts. They were thoughts about our first time together actually and how you rasped for days afterwards,” Shuuhei purred, Hanataro blushing once more as his hand stroked downwards and under the pants that his lover was wearing. The innocence of the blush contrasted the hand that wrapped around his length and stroked with knowing touches had him at a point that he was leaking and on the edge of climax. As the healer stroked and teased his mate, thumb swiping over the tip with each upstroke, he sealed their lips together and helped to quiet the harsh sounds that Shuuhei was making.
It didn’t take long for the tattooed man to spill over the tiny hand with a low growl as his hips arched up and gave a little thrust. As Shuuhei came down from his high, heart pumping, Hanataro pulled his hand out from Shuuhei’s pants and brought the com covered fingers to his lips. Licking off the bitter sweetness, he smiled contently at the other as he watched.

“I should return the favor,” Shuuhei hummed, watching as doe eyes widened slightly and Hanataro’s hardness twitch in interest.
“And how would you do that huh? And remember, you have to deal with the IV drip still,” the healer replied, tapping where the IV lead into Shuuhei’s arm.
“Turn onto your side for me,” Shuuhei instrucked, getting his lover to turn away from him, allowing him to press against the back presented to him and work his arms around his lover that way. One hand slipped under the other’s waist as his other hand slid down into Hanataro’s pants to curl around the twitching length.
Pressing his lips to the soft spot just behind Hanataro’s ear, Shuuhei started to stroke over the cock in his hand much like his lover had done to him. Hanataro writhed in a way that he rarely did, gasping little moans escaping the sweet mouth as he tried t o rock into the man, the bigger man holding him close and still. Chuckling, he swiped a calloused thumb over the wet head and smeared the wetness down, doing it over and over again as the healer bit into his bottom lip to stop his sounds from being heard.
“Come on, gorgeous, fall over that razors edge for me,” Shuuhei rumbled, letting the inner darkness that they both loved in bed rumble through his voice. He smirked as Hanataro shuddered hard in his arms, body tensing before he came, his hands clawing at the bed sheets. As he came down from his high, he went limp as Shuuhei pulled his hand free of the pants and started to lick his own fingers much as his lover had done before.
“You are very luck that I decided to stick you in a room with seals to contain your spiritual power,” Hanataro moaned, rubbing his face into the pillow under his cheek.
“There is a reason why I felt so safe in letting this happen,” Shuuhei chuckled, licking the spot that he had nuzzled at earlier.
“I’m going to die a second death with how much sex we have,” Hanataro whimpered, getting a rich chuckle from his mate.
“Ah, but what a way to go, yeah?” Shuuhei asked as they settled into the bed to rest. Unohana came in a bit of time later and changed the saline bag before spreading another blanket over the couple, leaving them to rest.
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