EDIT: Now continued

Pairing: Matsumoto Rangiku x Hitsugaya Toshiro

Rating: M for SEXUAL content.

Warnings: I have now added a second chapter with S E X, and I'll probably be banned or something but I tried to keep it down without much success. Anyhow, my grammar sucks. English is NOT my first language. Also, this is my first Bleach fanfiction and my first attempt at het sex in a while. You have been warned.

A/N: Yeah, not much to say. I've added a second chapter, and tried to read through and check this chapter for the obvious typos. Forgive me if I miss most of them, I'm bad at editing.

Now, on with the story!

Of Rumours and Sake

Chapter 1

Why is it that a young, hitting-puberty boy can resist a pair of luxurious, soft and above all – big (well…huge would be a better description) - breasts? This was what many asked themselves when the boy in question was pushed far into the more than daring cleavage of one Matsumoto Rangiku, vice captain of the 10th division. The boy, or to be more exact, the captain of the 10th division Hitsugaya Toshiro, was known for his chilly manner. He wields Hyorinmaru, one of the stronger ice Zanpakutos there is, so no wonder the temperature dropped a few degrees whenever his temper flared. But this, many reasoned, wasn't an excuse for the cold, indifferent glare he sent his molester as he pushed her…away! The sheer impossibility of denying such a gift pressed against your face caused many to speculate. These 'many' consisting mostly of shinigamis with a predilection for sake and rumours. Nothing gets them going better than good sake and an easily discussed mystery involving a captain, and Matsumoto Rangiku, on a late night.

Thus, the rumours of Captain Hitsugaya being…gay…began. And not gay as in happy.

o-oOo-o

"MATSUMOTO!!!" Toshiro shouted, chest heaving as he tried to control his temper. Today had been filled with all the things he could imagine pissing him off, and it did not help that he was to find his office in this state. Paperwork untouched, oh aside from the fifty-or so lying scattered around the smaller desk in the room. The desk, and papers, belonging to the Vice Captain who was waking up on the well-used couch in the room. Matsumoto yawned and stretched, sake bottle clenched in her hand as she curled her back; bones cracking slightly.

"Why, Captain, no need to be so loud!" she chirped happily; a big smile across her face. She always managed to brighten up the place she was in with her warm smiles, functioning as an opposite of Toshiro. The temperature in the room returned to a more lukewarm state, and the short Captain heaved a sigh.

"What's the meaning of this?" he asked, a cold glare piercing her head as he gestured towards her desk. A small breeze snuck in from the door that was still open behind him, causing a few of the papers to rustle and move an inch or two on the floor. Matsumoto put a finger on her full lips, blinking innocently as if she couldn't understand his question.

"Oh, the papers?" she finally said, paying no heed to the twitching eyebrows and sinking temperature. "Well, I was thinking I'd do some work for you Captain, since lately you've been more grumpy"—oh she did not just say that, Toshiro thought, I am NOT grumpy!---"than usual but I had met up with Captain Shunsui so when I got down to work it didn't go that well."

She finished with another one of her bright smiles, giggling as if it was something funny. Toshiro growled, clenching and unclenching his fists while trying to calm down. He really shouldn't snap. That wasn't like him. Not over something as normal and ordinary as this. But, his patience was more than just tested and the line was long ago crossed.

"Matsumoto," he said through gritted teeth; holding in the urge to take hold of her shoulders and just...shake.

"Hm?" she said, still smiling. "Don't worry Captain, I'll pick them all up so just sit down by your desk and take a breather, okay?"

Toshiro froze, and looked over to his unbelievingly lazy Vice Captain with a raised brow. What? Well, she hadn't really said she would do the paperwork, she just said she'd pick it up. But she had said she'd tried to do it, and she'd been drunk at that time. Blinking, he noticed she'd already made her way to her desk; kneeling on the floor while humming a happy tune as she picked up the crisp papers. Giving up on trying to understand the situation, Toshiro walked over to his own desk and sat down. His anger slowly slid away as he watched the humming woman clean up her mess. She did his sour mood well, and balanced out the chill with warmth like always. But he couldn't deny that this had been the worst day ever. It wouldn't get any better just because Matsumoto decided to do her job. Toshiro closed his eyes and sighed, massaging his temples with thin fingers.

"There, all done sir!" Matsumoto exclaimed in a sing-song voice. As her Captain opened his eyes he was met by her ever so jolly breasts. She was leaning down in front of his desk, causing her cleavage to come to his eye-level. Toshiro raised a brow, looking up to her face with a bored expression.

"Good, now do them," he ordered, voice firm and slightly tired. It was three in the afternoon, and he'd just been to a Captain meeting. The meeting was one of the reasons as to why he was so pissed, and exhausted. Matsumoto hadn't bothered to ask him what was wrong, since he would just snap at her or tell her that he was perfectly fine if only he didn't have to do HER work. So, as the kind-hearted woman she is, Matsumoto obeyed her Captain and sat down to sort and look through her paperwork. Which shouldn't only be done through kindness, Toshiro mused, since she should be doing it from the beginning anyway. Still, it made his lips twitch slightly upwards. His day hadn't become good, but at least it wasn't that bad anymore.

o-oOo-o

"Say, Captain?" Matsumoto said after an hour or so. She was beyond tired of the idiotic reports (who cared about the 11th division anyway?) and she thought that perhaps her Captain was calm enough to answer some questions without biting her head off or giving her the 'cold shoulder'. Somehow, paperwork seemed to do the trick. With her, it was the opposite. She got really snappish if forced to do too much paperwork. And Matsumoto Rangiku wasn't snappish. She wasn't annoyed or irritated. She was a happy and beautiful woman! Thus, she shouldn't do paperwork, should she? It was a logic she didn't really dare to share with her Captain at the moment, since it was, despite her tries to believe it, complete gibberish. Matsumoto's wrath was frightening, paperwork or no paperwork involved.

"What is it, Matsumoto?" the white-haired Captain asked, not looking up from the papers he was currently reading through. His blue-green eyes darted from side to side as he tapped his pen against the table impatiently.

"I was just wondering, you know, you seem to be pretty angry today. What's bothering you?" she asked, elbows resting on her desk as she leaned forward; titling her head slightly as she peered at her young Captain. He shifted in his seat, rearranging the small bunch of papers in his hands before putting them down neatly in front of him. He didn't really feel like telling her about his unusually bad day, but perhaps she could be of help.

"I have been having a very bad day," he confessed, leaning back in his chair while folding his hands and putting them in his lap.

"How come?" the busty woman asked, showing her curiosity by titling her head further and frowning lightly. Toshiro sighed, mentally asking himself where to begin.

"People have been acting…odd," he said, a frown of his own forming as he recalled what had happened this morning. He had been walking down a corridor, minding his own business as they say, and there had been a couple of lower shinigamis blocking the way further down. As he had neared, his spiritual power revealed his presence since he hadn't bothered to keep it hidden. The men turned and made place for him to pass, which was normal. Their curious looks and muffled snickers as they whispered among themselves weren't. It was disrespectful and annoying, but not worth his time. Toshiro had ignored them and moved on with only a cold glare to spare. It had been a small matter, since they were only about five. But when it was a group of twenty then it was a bit difficult to just let it slide. He didn't think he'd see the 7th division's watch around for a while. Was he really that scary? He hadn't been that angry with them, but they just wouldn't tell him what the hell was going on…

"Odd sir?" Matsumoto asked, interrupting his inner musings. She paused to giggle and smile, pointing an accusing finger at the miffed boy. "Sure you didn't just send out the wrong vibes, Captain?"

Toshiro stiffened before huffing and turning his head away slightly. "No, I didn't send out the wrong 'vibes' Matsumoto," he answered in a tight voice.

"Oh," she said, twirling a lock of her hair between her fingers. "Well, if that wasn't the case, then what made them 'odd'?"

"I don't know," he said, scowling. "They kept looking at me while whispering behind my back. And they wouldn't answer me when I asked them what their problem was."

Matsumoto looked thoughtful for a moment, before nodding and sitting up straight; a more serious look falling across her face. Toshiro raised a brow, the aspect of a serious Matsumoto still quite alien in his mind. Sure, she was very reliable in battle and such, but this matter was something he could see her laughing at. Not actually taking seriously.

"I think, Captain, that someone has spread rumours about you!" she said, her voice even and void of the bubbling joy it usually has. If she hadn't started grinning a second after the words left her mouth, her Captain might've believed she didn't enjoy the idea of possibly embarrassing and outrageous rumours flying about behind his back.

"A golden star to you," he drawled, once again back in his sour mood. Matsumoto seemed to have noticed, but didn't care by the looks of it.

"Aaaww, Captain! A golden star? You're so cuuute!" she said, clapping her hands together before her enormous chest. Toshiro groaned and buried his face in his hand; a headache coming on slowly but surely.

"Matsumoto?" he said after a few moments of her cooing and giggling about God knows what.

"Yes sir?" she replied, smiling as she waited for him to continue. It didn't seem like she had succeeded in taking his mind off the problem. Oh well, she mused, it was worth a try.

"Could you…" he began, sighing as he tried to keep the light blush from his cheeks. It was embarrassing, asking for help like this, but she was the best woman for the job.

"Yes?" she urged him, smile fading as she tried to figure out what he would want.

"Could you find out what rumours people are spreading about me?" he asked, looking into her grey-blue eyes. She blinked before breaking into a soft smile.

"Sure! I'll go and get some sake and the rest will be a piece of cake!" she said happily, obviously enjoying the idea of a bottle of sake. Toshiro frowned.

"Why do you need sake?" he asked, not quite sure if he should let her be drunk on this mission.

"Why, Captain, rumours are born out of bored men and sake!" Matsumoto explained; an expression of how-didn't-you-know-that on her face. Toshiro gritted his teeth, cursing alcohol and foolish 'adults' in his mind.

"Fine. Just make sure to find out all the rumours, if there's more than one. And Matsumoto?"

"Hm?"

"Don't forget to tell me, got it?" Toshiro glared at the innocent looking woman, sighing as she waved her hand and laughed nervously.

"Why would I do that sir?" she asked in an overly happy voice. Toshiro stared at her, bored expression in place, before going back to his work. Really, did she think he was stupid?

o-oOo-o

It had taken her about one hour to get them drunk. And another ten minutes to get them talking. Then she had to carefully lessen the intake of sake to lengthen the period of time it would take to get them stoned. So far, Matsumoto mused, it was going well enough. Now she only has to get them onto the right track. Which was easier than she'd thought. She only had to complain about the paperwork she'd done today, and the drunken men did the rest.

"Oiii!! Matsu-mooto?" a guy with dark-brown hair slurred, hand raised as if he was in school trying to get the teacher's attention.

"What?" she asked, a smile on her lips as she took another sip of the sake in her precious bottle. The man seemed to be from the 11th division. She grimaced as she remember the sloppy reports she'd been stuck with for at least fifteen minutes before she had understood that they had spent a bit too much of their budget on 'supplies' and thus had to revalue it. Or something. She had never been good with those things.

"Ish it true dat Hitsugay..hahha gay haha," the man began, but broke off into a fit of laughter before he could finish the question. Matsumoto's smile turned stiff, but the men around her didn't seem to notice. They quickly followed the dark-haired man and burst out laughing as his joke made it through the cotton fields in their minds.

"Aaww, that's no fun guys!" Matsumoto complained in a whiny but cheery voice. "You have to tell me too!"

"Jajaa…Matsu…did ya no yer Captain's gay, eh?" another man asked, grinning widely to show off three missing teeth. Matsumoto leaned back to avoid the man as he swayed closer to her person than thought comfortable. She was a bit shocked, and couldn't help herself as a giggle shock her body.

"Captain Hitsugaya? Gay?" she snorted, highly amused. "Wow! I never knew!"

"Why, m'am, he has to be!" one of the youngest men in the room exclaimed, as serious as you could be when drunk. "No straight male could resist 'em things!"

He pointed without thinking (which was understandable, after two bottles) at her large, well exposed bust. A few of the more sober men quietened down and held their breath, while the others snickered and expressed their agreement. Matsumoto's eyebrow twitched, but she broke out into a fake giggle fit to cover up her annoyance.

"Oh you flatter me!" she said, waving her hand as she grinned. A few men to her right let out their breath and seemed to relax. Now, she thought, on to the next ones.

"Is there anything else I need to know about my dear Captain?" she asked, batting her eyelashes towards the less experienced men in the group. After all, they didn't know as well as the older ones how the flirtatious woman never followed through, nor how hard it was to get close enough to even get a friendly pat (though it wasn't really light enough to be called a pat…) on the back.

"Ya, I heard the reason why he's such a sour piece is coz he ain't gettin' any, if ya know what I mean," said a dull voice belonging to an equally dull-looking man. The grin on his face only made him look scary and very out of place.

"No wonder, ya? Like he'd admit he liked guys, y'know? 'S like…like he'd skip work, ya know?" another man spoke up, a very nervous looking man. The alcohol seemed to make him hyper instead of goofy and fuzzy. The drunken discussion continued from there, and all Matsumoto could do was think "oh dear" while emptying another two bottles of sake before finally leaving the, by now, stoned and mostly knocked out gathering. Hitsugaya wouldn't like this; he wouldn't like it at all. Matsumoto smiled, giggling as she stumbled through the open corridors towards her Captain's rooms. Might as well get it over with, she thought happily. The sake hadn't left her unaffected, in fact, she felt extremely drunk. Drunk enough to do something stupid. But, she brushed it away with a smile and a wave of her hand, which caused her to almost lose footing.

"Ooohh Toooshirooo!" she called softly as she opened his door and stepped inside, uninvited and probably scaring the shit out of the boy. Not that he would admit it, her fuzzy mind noted.

"Time for some baaad news!" she continued, voice still low and jolly. She stumbled through the darkness, door shut behind her and a few grunts emerging from somewhere before her.

"Matsumoto?" the voice of her Captain called out, thick from sleep. She giggled and made her way towards his voice, lips forming a 'o' when she felt her feet collide with something. Falling, quite ungracefully, Matsumoto flung her arms out in order to muffle the fall. Her elbows hit the floor with force and she whimpered in pain. Puzzled, she felt something solid and warm beneath her and a pair of hands was grasping her hips quite firmly. Opening her eyes, Matsumoto had to blink to focus on the two orbs of blue-green that stared up into her own.

"Oh," she said, her silky, orange-with-a-hint-of-red hair falling down to serve as a curtain on either side of a pale and rather shocked face. "Captain."

"Yes, Matsumoto, well spotted," Toshiro answered, a blush creeping up his neck to colour his cheeks with a healthy reddish pink. His hands tightened on her waist as his mind finally noticed the pair of warm breasts being pressed snugly against his own flat chest. She was so close, too close. Her breath was heavy, he could feel her form heaving against his as she breathed hot against his skin. She reeked of sake, but the walls of soft hair that surrounded him smelled…flowery. And those eyes, he realized, were quite attractive. Thick lashes, a deep colour of greyish blue, her very being dancing behind the irises.

"I had an interesting chat with some of the blokes in the watch around here," Matsumoto suddenly said, breaking Toshiro's shocked state with her deep and rich voice. She appeared to be tired, and the warmth they shared lulled her further into the drunken state she was in. She relaxed and the few inches between them lessened. Her forehead rested against his, causing him to swallow nervously. He was about to push her away, the closeness uncomfortable and new, not to mention embarrassing, but she cut him off by continuing.

"I found out what the rumours are about," she said, giggling as her body pressed closer still. Toshiro's eyes widened, feeling her hips make contact with his, and he opened his mouth; unable to say something as her head slid down to rest in the curve of his neck instead.

"They think you're gay, coz, you know, you're not exactly overly happy to be hugged by me," she said, her voice still low but amused as she giggled and waited for his reaction. Damn, it was comfortable here…she felt like sleeping. Had she known her Captain was a much better couch than the one in their office, then she'd slept on him instead. It was stupid, really. She should start doing that, her mind said. Matsumoto snuggled closer to the stiff form underneath her and smiled. No way. She was going to get sliced into pieces any second, but what the hell. She was drunk. She could do anything, couldn't she? Balancing on the roof, jump off a cliff to fly, use her Captain as a bed, you name it.

"They…they WHAT?!?" Toshiro shrieked, a very unpleasant noise Matsumoto concluded. She winced when he tried to get up, struggling underneath her weight and pushing.

"Matsumoto! Get off!" he growled.

"No, it's comfy here. And hey, is it true?" she said, lifting her head to meet his eyes. He froze in his attempts to get loose and stared at her in disbelief. She grinned and shook her head, abruptly stopping to once again lower her head and rest her forehead against his. She groaned and shut her eyes; trying to get things to stop spinning.

"Aw, Toshiro-kun, you know I wouldn't believe that!" Matsumoto chirped as her shaken senses calmed down. "You blush way too much to be anything but straight!"

Toshiro made a strangled noise, his face red as a tomato, and he once again picked up the fight to shove the woman off of him. It didn't matter that her weight was more pleasant and warm rather than heavy and uncomfortable; he just wanted her off him before something happened.

"But you have to prove it anyway, coz the others doesn't believe it you know," she continued, oblivious to the hissing piece of Captain trying to regain his pride by twisting like a fish out of water. Or a kitten in water. Whatever you'd prefer.

"I AM NOT GAY MATSUMO---" he began, but was cut off by a pair of soft, warm lips against his. All he could get out was a "mmphhh!!" as his Vice Captain kissed him gently. His hands, still comfortably placed just above her hips, clenched and fisted the black fabric of her robes as he went rigid in surprise. Why didn't she taste like the vile liquid she'd been consuming for the past hours? Slowly, he relaxed. To be honest, Toshiro thought absently, she doesn't really taste anything. A bit sweet, perhaps, and pleasant. But nothing he could define. Her tongue moved inside his mouth, and he suddenly wondered when he'd started to respond. He couldn't help it, it was like a reflex, or something. He didn't know, and besides, he felt really good. It felt…right.

Matsumoto moaned softly as she felt the white-haired Captain's tongue pushing against hers; more playful than mimicking this time. She guessed it had been a good idea to kiss him. He would thank her later, she supposed, because had she let him shout then he would've awoken more than enough people. And this had proved to be very enjoyable. Supposedly, he wasn't called a child prodigy for nothing. She had an inkling this was his first kiss, and damn he was a quick learner. The kiss wasn't the best, she had to admit. It was sloppy and he was still very shy about it. But, she mused, give five minutes and it would be hard to say it wasn't good.

So, she deepened the kiss further. She had to show him a bit more, didn't she? They were already doing this, so why not make it better? Matsumoto grinned against Toshiro's lips, pulling away slowly to look into his dazed eyes. His cheeks were still a bright colour of red, and he seemed a bit uncomfortable now that the spell was broken.

"Matsumo-" he began, but she cut him off by a quick kiss.

"You know, Captain, they said you are gay coz you don't seem to be affected by 'em things I've got, as one of them put it. But, you know, that's one of the things I like 'bout you," she said, lips close to his and moving as she spoke in a most tempting way.

"'em things?" Toshiro repeated, glancing down to see them pressed against him. It's a wonder he hadn't been suffocated yet. "And, wait, like?"

"Mm-hm," Matsumoto hummed, nodding. "Why d'you think I kissed you, To-shi-ro-kun?"

"Eh," he stuttered, not liking the way she spoke his name, as if he was a kid. The mischievous grin hinted that she knew, and didn't care. She decided that he was taking too long to answer, and answered for him.

"Coz I like you?" she finished for him. Toshiro's blush deepened, and he noticed for the first time that yes, Matsumoto could blush too. Even though it was just a light pink dusted across her cheeks, it still counted. Unable to come up with something to say to this comment, Toshiro stuttered and stumbled across random words his mind pulled up from nowhere. They surprised him, when he finally realized what they were.

"Oh, ye-eah you see, Matsumoto, ah, well, I, um, likeyoutoo?" He blinked, staring into her eyes with a stupid expression. Well, duh, he liked her. She was his friend, his Vice Captain, the one he could trust his life with. Of course he liked her. Then why was it so embarrassing to say it?

"Good!" Matsumoto said smiling. "Kiss me again, then."

Toshiro choked, coughing at her sudden demand. His eyes strayed to her full lips, bruised from their earlier kiss, and he stared. She seemed impatient and parted them, flicking out her tongue to wet her lips swiftly. Okay, so he could follow orders. That's what he's good at. Even though they come from someone with a lower rank this time, it didn't feel that way. It didn't really feel like an order. It wasn't an order. Shut up, his mind told him. And he did, leaning up to capture Matsumoto's lips again. She quickly deepened their kiss, guiding him towards a more passionate one. He didn't mind, he didn't even try to stop her when she shifted and moved her legs to straddle his hips; sitting on top of him but never breaking their kiss. The new pressure on his lower half made him let out a strange sound, something he hadn't heard himself utter before. It was soon caught in his throat though, as Matsumoto pressed her hips down to grind against his crotch. Oh Lord, he thought as he stiffened. She moved again, and soon she felt the bulge of arousal press against her as she moved.

Well, at least by now she knew for sure that he wasn't gay.

A/N: Not gay indeed haha lol XD Like I said in the beginning of this chapter, I've written a second one so no worries. But please, do review. I love to know what people think of my stories, so please?