Well, I had a lot of fun writing this. I don't really know where the idea was sparked, but as usual, music inspired me. We know Hisagi likes to drink in the first place. I just gave it a reason haha. =)

Beta: Aceia, once again. She's the best. You should check her stuff out, especially if ya are into HP fanfics.

Enjoy =)

Never Be the Same

Someone's Dissonance

It was another drunken night, a way to cope with the life he had grown accustomed to for some time now. He never bothered with a proper cup; rather, he drank straight from the bottle. He wanted to swallow the memories that plagued him, hiding them in places he hoped he would never find. Ironically, the alcohol only brought them back; playing them again and again as though they were on repeat. His calloused fingertips ran through his messy mane to trail down the three scar lines that ran down the right side of his face.

"Shuuhei…" The voice always haunted him, seeping in his head every time he drank. The ninth division fukutaichou sighed waiting for the flood of memories to overtake him. It always started with his name being called out in the darkness of his room. Absentmindedly, he touched the black ink on his left cheek; the numbers sixty-nine formed there…His numbers.

It was after the last stand in the fake Karakura town. The fourth division was treating those that were wounded as quickly as possible while Hisagi stared on in disbelief at the unconscious man before him. He was here and alive…Kensei was alive. Although the battle had taken quiet a toll on him, even needing the aid of the fourth division's taichou to treat the extensive wounds, he was alive.

Many were taken back to the Seireitei to stay in the fourth division's care at their barracks with the other wounded. Hisagi sat next to the hospital bed silently. None of the division dared to tell him to leave, knowing better than to disturb the fukutaichou.

It took days for the former taichou to wake, the brown eyes opening reluctantly to bright lights. Hisagi had been there when the Vizard woke, never leaving the other's side since he was brought to the fourth division. Yet the words from his idol had not been ones he had expected.

The alcohol made his thoughts incoherent, things he could barely comprehend. His chest ached every time a memory tried to surface, his left hand clutching his chest tightly. However, he continued to drink the intoxicating liquid.

It had been over a week before Kensei was discharged from Unohana Taichou's care. Kensei was allowed to return to Karakura despite offers to stay in the Soul Society. He had remembered Hisagi, the boy he saved from a hollow a little over a century ago. Yet the attention the fukutaichou gave him was not wanted. The two of them walked quietly to the location of the Senkaimon, the gateway home for Kensei, although the former Taichou was thoroughly annoyed by the special attention the boy gave him.

"Why do you insist on following me around?" The former Taichou growled lowly, averting his gaze elsewhere. Kensei could not bear to look at the other's face, mainly due to the numbers that graced Hisagi's cheek. The numbers needed to stay in the past; it served as a constant reminder of what he once was.

Shuuhei stopped, eyes widened slightly at the tone of voice. He was not one to be nervous but when it came to Kensei, a lump always formed in his throat. Stone colored eyes stared at the silvery mane Kensei possessed. When the Vizard could not hear the Kazashini wielder following him, he stopped as well.

"Let me repay you for the past," Hisagi finally muttered after some time. His hand had balled into a fist, dull fingernails scraping his palm. The Vizard did not answer; Kensei's brown eyes actually looked at the fukutaichou, a hard gaze towards the individual. Hisagi's heart fluttered at the stare, the lump growing in his throat. He thought about repeating himself, but Hisagi knew the older man heard him the first time.

"And how do you suggest paying me back?"

His flesh was hot to touch, a thin layer of sweat covering his body. Hisagi's world was crashing around him once more. He fumbled around in the darkened room, fingertips searching for the other sake bottle. The first lay abandoned next to him, emptied some time ago. Ash colored eyes lit up shortly, his hand grasping the round bottle of fresh sake victoriously. His zanpakuto helplessly watched from their connected inner world; he could not help his wielder in this matter. The bottle tilted, the fukutaichou taking large gulps of the liquid.

It had been months before things in Soul Society had begun to return back to normal. Hisagi was going to the human world with one objective. He was determined to find Kensei.

It was night as the ninth division's fukutaichou stepped out of the Senkaimon to Karakura town. He knew the Vizard was somewhere in the depths of the town. Hisagi remembered distinct instructions to locate the ex-taichou. His reiatsu flared momentarily, the signal to Kensei. From there, Hisagi waited on top of a telephone pole. He tried to relax but his body was tense; his palms sweaty and his anxiety steadily growing. Hisagi fiddled with his pants, something the ninth division had never seen its fukutaichou do.

Hours past before another flare of reiatsu answered Hisagi's own call. During the wait, he must have closed his eyes. When he opened them, he was met with the appearance of Kensei.

"Can't say I thought you would show." The Vizard laughed, his lips turning into a smirk. "Are you sure this is what you want…Shuuhei?"

Hisagi moaned painfully. The bottle was half-empty, the distinct taste of sake tainting his mouth. His lithe form slid further down, lying on the tatami mat. The fukutaichou's half-lidded gaze absentmindedly watched the ceiling. Slowly, it spun, confusing the young man. Soft pants escaped into the air through his parted lips.

Hisagi was forcefully pushed against the side of a building, Kensei's lips covering his own. A hand was tightly wound in Hisagi hair, immobilizing him. Teeth bit roughly into the Kazashini wielder's bottom lip, demanding entrance. He could hear Kensei growl lowly, a warning of what was to come in case of disobedience so he complied. The older man's tongue explored the new territory. Hisagi could taste the coppery fluid that the Vizard produced, but it did not matter.

The hand that was not fisting his hair snaked through the uniform's top, rough fingers mapping out Hisagi's chest. His head was jerked back; the sun-kissed flesh of his throat exposed to Kensei's newly freed mouth. The younger man hissed quietly as the Vizard's teeth sunk in his neck, worrying the flesh. His back arched, a growing need prodding the dominant one's thigh. The fukutaichou wrapped his arms around the other's muscular form, nails digging into the flesh.

Kensei pulled back suddenly, a predatory smile gracing his lips. Nails grazed down Hisagi's chest, barely teasing the dusky colored nipples under his sleeveless top. The uniform was in the way of the wandering hands. The material was ripped skillfully from Hisagi's body, leaving his chest bare to the Vizard. His flesh flushed, crimson becoming the background for the tattoo on his cheek as the ex-captain's sinful lips captured his left nipple, teeth nipping at the nub.

"Shuuhei…"

The husky tone rang sweetly in Hisagi's ears, a soft moan escaping from his swollen lips. The loose pants he wore were pulled to his thighs, leaving him exposed to Kensei. His hair was finally released, a dull tingling sensation overcoming his scalp as the former Taichou's right hand gripped the younger man's proud erection, pumping the muscle painfully slow.

"I'm not going to stop," the older man's voice whispered against his flesh, trailing lower to Hisagi's stomach.

"I'm…not stopping you," his rasped in reply, arms falling off his savior's shoulders only to plaster his hands against the brick wall. He could feel Kensei smirk against his navel as the hand was removed from his penis drawing a whimper past his lips. The ex-taichou placed his hands on Hisagi's waist, pinning him to the wall as his mouth descended to capture the appendage between his lips. Hisagi's eyes widened at the feel of the wet cavern around his length, only to become half-lidded a moment later. The Kazashini wielder suppressed a moan when Kensei sucked teasingly on his cock, his tongue stroking the underside of the muscle.

All the while, a finger prodded at the younger man's entrance, toying with the tight ring. Hisagi's head bowed, a lust filled gazed directed at the Vizard. Their eyes met and Hisagi knew Kensei could see the desire on his scarred face. The fukutaichou wanted to move his hips, to push himself farther into that sinful mouth, yet his savior's rough grip kept him in place.

"Mu…gu…" He could not finish the word, a moan ripping out of his mouth as he came. His pants were harsh, hardly believing what had occurred. Before Hisagi could come down from his orgasm, he was spun around, chest pressed against the bricks. He could feel Kensei's rough hands take hold of his arse, parting the mounds for access. The next thing he knew, those lips were on the tight ring of muscle, semen being pushed inside by the immoral tongue that was just licking his cock. It was an unusual sensation, the feel of the wet appendage putting Hisagi's own fluid back inside of him. However, it went straight to his reawakening length, the ruggedness of brick taunting the sensitive area. "Kensei…"

"Do you want me to fuck you Shuuhei…?"

His hand was pumping his erection, eyes closed in intoxicated pleasure. His knees were bent slightly, pants down to his ankles as he touched himself, imagining it was not just him. He grunted lowly, teeth holding his bottom lip delectably between the rows. This was not how he wanted to be touched; he wanted that night to occur again. The Kazashini wielder arched his back as his hand sped up the other one reaching down to play with his arse.

"Kensei…" He moaned to no one but himself, gripping the throbbing length tightly as his hand moved up and down it.

He nearly screamed in pained pleasure, gritting his teeth and balling his hands into fists as his body was forced to open for his savior. His right cheek was brutally pressed into the building, indentations forming on the scarred skin. Kensei stilled momentarily after being fully sheathed in the younger man. Hisagi's legs felt weak, the new feeling of being taken overcoming his senses. Surprisingly, a calloused hand rubbed the area between the tanned man's shoulder blades, attempting to relax him to a degree.

"Ken…sei…" He panted heavily, gray eyes looking to a side to see a glimpse of silver hair. Slowly, the dominating one began to move, resting his large hands on Hisagi's slim hips. The fukutaichou grunted as the other began to move, his back arching slightly to relieve the pressure on his penis from the grit on the building. He could feel some blood trickle down his leg, but the pain was something that he did not mind. In fact, he wanted it.

"So fucking tight…" Hisagi heard Kensei whisper against his neck before nipping along his neck. The younger man hissed in response, thrusting back into the other wantonly. Hisagi wanted him deeper; he wanted all of him. "Does it feel good…Shuuhei?"

"Yes," He moaned loudly, his shoulders shaking in pleasure. Every time the Vizard said his name, it sent a pulse straight to his cock, igniting a fire within him. Kensei moved faster, his thick length pushing roughly into the fukutaichou. With every thrust, Hisagi was pushed against the building, gasps of air leaving him every time.

"More…" The fukutaichou demanded through gritted teeth, his eyes closed shut. He could almost feel the Vizard smirk behind him as those large hands gripped harder on his hips. He knew he would be bruised in the morning.

Kensei was more than happy to oblige to the demand. He thrust deep and hard inside of Hisagi's lithe form. Hisagi groaned at each suckle and bite that Kensei left along his shoulders. Each bite was a mark of ownership that Hisagi cherished. He had allowed Kensei to possess him and the Vizard knew it. Every sound, every thrust back into the cock inside him belonged to Kensei.

The fukutaichou did not even need the Vizard to touch his penis. He nearly came as soon as Kensei began to thrust just right, hitting his prostate every time. His threw his head back, ashen eyes wide as he nearly screamed the first time it was hit. It was too much. His elbows were bleeding because of the force of the thrusts, his knees felt weak, legs shaking; he wanted completion.

He heard the man groan behind him before teeth sunk harshly into the nook between his shoulder and neck. He could feel himself being filled by Kensei, and it sent him over the edge. He cried out once more, staining the wall with his semen. Kensei rode out his orgasm, slowing his thrusts until he slumped against Hisagi's back.

The two stood there for some time, Kensei still inside of him. Despite that, the fukutaichou could feel fluids dripping down his leg, the mixture of blood and semen. Little by little, they regained their breaths, Kensei pulling out afterwards. Hisagi nearly fell onto the dirty street, his legs finally deciding to give out. Thankfully, the former taichou caught him, arms delicately holding the slim waist of Hisagi. Finally, their eyes met since the situation had begun, both still drowning in desire and completion.

"You are mine."

The drunken fukutaichou quieted his breath, his stomach covered in come. His eyes lazily watched the ceiling, a ritual that had started since the first encounter with Kensei. He desired the touches, bruises and even the bloody mess they created to occur again. Yet it would not.

"I am yours," he muttered in a slurred voice. Sleep was overtaking him, his breathing slowing and eyes becoming heavy. Before they shut however, he muttered one last thing to the ceiling. "Yet it'll never be the same without you."