Kensei.
Why did I keep meeting the Captain like this, courting disaster? I would be punished if we were caught. We both knew it, yet had been unable to stop it. And for what? An hour each day with a Captain I couldn't even kiss?
Kiss?
Where had such an idea come from? I had always seen the man that had saved me like a father, but I couldn't deny it. I was extremely attached to the Captain.
Were my Academy friends right? Had I been tempted by the danger? Was flirting with a man like him the only way I could feel alive?
I sighed softly cursing everything about him, the way the sun touched his grey hair and the moonlight made silver glow through the short strands. His hands, though rough and callused, touched me with a gentleness that made my breath catch.
A murmur of annoyance rumbled in my throat. There would be no touching or kissing the Ninth Division Captain.
He appeared from the darkness that shrouded the small creek nearby the training grounds. "Hisagi..."
"Captain...you called for me?"
Kensei frowned slightly, confused why the younger man had spoken to him so coldly.
"I'm going on a mission tomorrow...a lot of Shinigami have been going missing and the old man wants me to bring a team out and find out what's going on..."
I caught my breath and kept my back faced to Kensei. "Do you have to go?"
"Yes..."
"I wish you wouldn't...and we were just starting to get along without all of the rumors surrounding us."
"I know...I can tell without even looking at your face..." The grey-haired man growled softly. "You moved out of my quarters and disconnected yourself from me...WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT!?"
"Because it would hurt even more if I was alone in your quarters..."
"And?" He growled again warningly.
I glanced down at my feet, while I admitted the truth. "I-I'll miss you. I've always wanted a father like you."
The whisper of my words fell between us and he stepped in front of me, a looming presence. Heat seemed to flare in his eyes like lightening through the night sky. He stepped towards me, wrapping his arm around my waist and yanked me against his brute, hard body.
I didn't know what I said that angered him, but whatever I had said, the words seemed to release a stranger.
"I don't want to be your father." He remarked as my gaze searched his, but I found no answers there.
"Then what Sir?"
"This."
His lips crushed against mine, as hard as his body, as warm as the breeze. Every sane thought fled my mind; insanity took possession. I think of nothing beyond the languid heat that seemed to slow down my blood, even as my heart thudded faster. My head spun with uncertainty, my body swirled with need, my mouth begged for more. Though I had never been kissed before by the same gender, I knew this was more then just a kiss in the dark.
I pulled back for a moment, needing to know the one thing before my mind went south completely.
"What is this?" I whispered, my breath mingling with his.
His eyes, the color shadowed by sadness and perhaps a tinge of guilt that I understood too well, stared into mine. "Trouble. Need me to stop?"
I smiled a little, refusing to allow the clamor of warning in my mind to ruin the wonder of the kiss we had just shared. "No...kiss me again...Just kiss me again Captain."
The shadows haunting his gaze fled, replaced by heat and lust. His lips returned to mine and for an instant I saw through every look he'd ever given me. I knew the blasting heat from within, mirroring the star's lights from above, a chill ran down my back, not from the wind but a promise. Secrets in the night, fantasies I did not understand.
He seemed to savor me, nibbling my uncertain, untored mouth. Startling me with his boldness, he ran his tongue against the seam of my lips, making me gasp. Smirking the Captain delved within, learning the contours of my mouth with his own, enticing my tongue to dance. Though I should be shocked at the intimacy he taught me, I wasn't. Instead I wanted nothing more then continue the kiss.
I followed his lead. Besides I knew no other way. When he groaned my name and drove his hands through my hair, scattering the strands of hair everywhere, the sudden movement brought a sliver of pleasure down my spine.
When his fingers brushed against my bandage eye, he hesitated, his mouth hovering near my eager mouth. He muttered a cruse and pulled away, standing near, yet touching me no longer.
"I'm not your father or your Captain. You shouldn't call me sir or Captain. You should call me by my first name."
"But we're not even lovers Sir-"
"Then we'll be lovers…heck we'll fucking date."
I blushed lightly and nodded. "L-Lovers then."
"Damn right. And don't you forget that."
I smiled before he kissed me again, this time lighter. But it was too short and before I knew it he had already flashed stepped away. I didn't know at the time but I wouldn't see him again for a 110 years.