A/N: Yes, I know I'm a closet pervert. This a true M, which means EXPLICIT CONTENT, PEOPLES (which means eplicit detail, cuz I'm anal like that). If you don't like this stuff or are offended merely cuz of the pairing, I don't want to hear about it in a review. You are held accountable for what you read below. That said, I would like to hear what people think, so feel free to comment. That is, unless the severity of the nosebleeds you procure from reading this hinders you from doing so.


It was getting late.

Inwardly, she implored the gods that Byakuya didn't over-do it and send a search party out for her. She had left a note for him...Had she written down how long she would be gone? Note or no note, there would likely be a search party.

Kaien stirred then, and a spark of optimism glimmered inside her. She nudged his shoulder with her nose to quicken the process and squealed sharply as he turned over, nearly squashed her, and wrapped his arms around her. Part of her tried to rationalize that he was probably cold, but in reality Kaien had slept in worse environments in missions and the majority he did back home. He was used to having a bed partner to snuggle with...mainly Miyako. But seeing as how he was dead to the world and unawares that he was still on Koifushi, Hisana would have to do.

"Kaien!" she hissed, trying to jab him in the ribs with her elbow. Unfortunately, Kaien had a good lock on her, or bear-hug, in this case, so she was momentarily immobile. Hisana went stock-still and ceased all her kicking when he pushed his face into the back of her neck, his hot breath fanning her now reddening skin and causing the fine hairs there to stand on end. His calloused hands moved down to her waist, squeezing her and pulling her closer.

Hisana felt his warm touch against her skin and entreated to the heavens as to why she'd gone for wearing the thinnest manila-colored kimono in her wardrobe. Panic hastened the pace of her heart as her sash began to come loose from their movement. All the blood flooded into Hisana face and she felt like dying-sinking somewhere nobody could find her-when Kaien moved his hips forward against her backside. Her body flushed with heat as she felt something prodding her from behind through the material of his shihakusho.

"Ngh..." he whined faintly.

"Kai-" Hisana began, concern for him taking hold of her. His hands were on her hips now and the hem of her kimono was bunched up around her waist so that the only thing covering her lower body from view was her elegant cotton, peach-colored panties. This intensified the sensation when Kaien thrusted against her and rubbed directly against her vulva through the sheer cloth covering her sex.

Hisana's breath hitched and she stilled, fingers clutching desparately on the grass, her figure taut.

She was completely undecided about waking him or leaving him be. It was clear that the fukutaicho was having a very wet dream. How would he possible feel if she were to revive him while he was in such a state of sexual arousal?

He would never look at her the same knowing he had molested her while he was asleep. It was unforgivable.

The final and foremost thing Hisana wanted to do was provoke something that would ultimately mar their outlook on one another so much so that he took to evading her. Her best bet was to leave him be, then, with any luck, he would get off in whatever reverie he was having and she could get loose before he stirred the approaching dawn.

Maybe...

Hisana's inner deliberation was cut short as Kaien moved his leg over hers and began rutting harder against her.

Part of her couldn't find the energy to blame him for what he was doing. It had been a very stressful week for everyone from what Byakuya had told her because Yamamoto had put them all through the wringer to clean up the disorder made by the storm that had wreaked havoc on Seireitei. Yet she couldn't deny her cheeks were inflamed with mortification and her ears reddened with each movement.

Soon, with each steady pump of his hips, she began to feel his gradually hardening member pressing against her, causing heat to shoot through her like a spear. Hisana bit down on her lip and nearly cried out as he performed a particular upward thrust that would have sheathed him in her if not for her underwear. Her clit tingled, beginning to ache, swollen with the rocking that was causing the cotton fabric to move up between her folds and rub up against that precise area. Her nipples were perked up, showing distinctly through her kimono; she tried to blame it on the cold even as she gasped just feeling his strong arms tighten around her.

"Ah...!" Hisana mewled, warmth pooling into her lower regions. Kaien continued what he was doing, his pants fanning the sweat that was accumulating from the pores near her scruff.

She couldn't stand it...

She tried to spread her legs to alleviate the sensations, and opened her mouth in a soundless wail as the head of his cock forced its way against the entrance to her slit. Warmth gushed out of her and into the seat of her panties, soaking the fabric through. Her sex throbbed with delight, and Hisana mewed frantically as she pulled the waist band down over her creamy thighs and kicked them out of the way.

She reached behind her and deftly undid his sash before pulling his hakama down. Before she could touch him, he was pinning her down to the ground with open aquamarine eyes, his fingers gripping onto her wrists firmly to keep her from struggling. He pushed his cock past her sopping wet folds and prodded her delightly sensitive opening, his hips jerking forward in anticipation of being inside her.

Hisana mewled again kittenishly, her eyes round and owl-like with innocence.

He inhaled, smelling the heady scent that was permeating the air around him.

"I've lusted for you," Kaien said, bending over her and nuzzling his face into her smooth ebony black hair, "for so long...Oh..." He let go of one of her wrists and moved his hand down between her legs, cupping her shaved mound. Hisana made a sound between a screech and a sob as he used one single calloused digit and began rubbing her clit deliberately slow.

"Nnngh!" she cried, chomping down onto her lip to keep from making the painfully erotic noises he was instigating in her.

"Oh, Hisana," he groaned, and leisurely slipped the head of his manhood into her. "Beg for me, Hisana."

His voice reverberated in his chest in the form of a croon and moved into her from where he was draped over her as she kneeled in the grass. She felt the vibration travel along her spine down to her sex, where she felt his cock throb inside of her.

"Noooooo!" she wailed. Tears poured down Hisana's cheeks, mingling with the fine sheen of perspiration that had gathered on her. Kaien slid his hips forward, pushing his thick, hard member inside of her.

Hisana tensed, but then he pulled back and she felt disappointment and frustration seize her.

"Aah..." was all she could muster.

"I know you want it, Hisana," he purred, and added a second finger and started to rub faster circles into her clit. The calluses on the pads of his digits created a wonderful friction that shot down inside her, causing fluid to flow from her sex and down her legs in rivulets.

"Hisana," he said passionately, and thrusted his cock deep inside of her, sheathing himself halfway in her and caressing a spot inside her that made her spine arch.

"NaaaaP-please!"

"Say it...!" Kaien began pounding into her, hitting her g-spot over and over so that her toes curled in ecstasy and her body bowed from the weight of it. He pumped eagerly into her velvety wet flower at a steady pace, wringing a moan from Hisana.

Abandoning her clit, his fingers grazed the curves of her waist and moved up to the swell of her firm breasts. They were sensitive her breasts, and though not as voloptuous as other woman, they were still modest at best.

Continuing to pump in and out of her in a steady rhythm, Kaien wrenched the collar of her kimono down past her creamy shoulder and pulled it lower until it gathered in a jumbled mass of folded fabric around her waist. Now bare to him, Hisana shivered. He cupped her breast and lightly hefted it, his thumb caressing the supple skin and brushing up against the pinkish-brown of her areolae. Kaien took her pebble-like nipples between his index finger and thumb; the touch caused them to pucker immediately.

Hisana reacted by mewling and curving her backside up into his demanding thrusts just as he pinched her nipples and began kneading them.

"Oh...Oh...!" Hisana cried, a tremor traveling down her spine like a cold finger and settling into her core.

Her too hot body shuddered with ecstasy, the sounds of their bodies meeting clear on the side of the empty hill.

The feeling...of him reaming her with his well-endowment...was just too much for her to handle.

She knew what sex felt like, but the restrained nature in which Byakuya had handled her on their wedding night was nothing compared to what she was feeling right now. Everyone in the Kuchiki household treated her like a breakable vase; they all, not discounting the servants, had tabs on her 24/7. It was as if they were frightened the slightest cut or bruise would cause a fracture that would imminently lead her to break.

She didn't like to think she was so fragile.

Kaien knew her; he knew what she wanted. Hisana just wanted to feel like a woman and not a frail object.

She wouldn't mind being managed in a rough manner like now. It made her feel of equal significance as her partner; it made her feel wanted...

"Ah-aaah!" Hisana made a feeble, helpless noise as she climaxed at that moment, her hips thrusting rearward into his. She contracted around him, and he grunted as he, too, met his peak. She milked him quickly, yearning for every single drop. She panted, her olfactory senses tingling from the heady smell of sex everywhere around them. She shuddered as a cold breeze blew through the clearing, abruptly cutting her bliss short as she was reminded of where she was and with who.

Kaien's body was still pressed up against hers; he'd momentarily burrowed his face into the ebony, downy soft hairs at the back of her neck to catch his breath. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and he gave a gentle moan as he moved his hips forward wantonly into her, once, then twice, then three times as he picked up pace.

"Oh...K-Kai-ai...aah..." Hisana tried to lurch away from him, but Kaien wrapped his arm around her thin waist and pulled her flush against him, their sweat-slick skin sliding together in an erotic fashion.

"He doesn't ever touch you like this," he murmured in her ear, rocking forward as one hand groped her thigh and moved down, testing the creamy softness of her leg.

"S-stop," she whimpered. "He doesn't have anything to-" He snatched her face up and pressed her cheeks together, silencing her and causing her lips to pucker like a goldfish's.

"He has everything to do with this," Kaien hissed, and then his tone thickened with anguish, alternating to pain. "Why, Hisana? Why him?"