In restless dreams, I walked alone,

Narrow streets of cobblestone,

'neath the halo of a street lamp,

I turned my collar to the cold and damp,

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash

Of a neon light,

That split the night.

And touched the sound of silence.

***

I sighed, shifting my zanpakuto where I held it over my shoulder. I knew I was buzzed, at the very least. I didn't give a damn, I hardly did anymore. A storm cloud crashed thunder over my head.

Son of a bitch, it was gonna be one of those nights. I didn't really care that much. I moved along anyway, as lightning flashed and rain started to fall on me. It sure as hell sobered me up a little quicker.

I looked down at the puddle at myself. I looked a little bit laughable. After all, I was always living proof that if you brought my dad's waist in and slapped a pair of boobs on him, he made a damn fine-looking girl. At least the guys always said so. I ran a hand through my wet hair.

"Oi! Kuchiki-chan!" Shunsui Kyoraku called to me. I turned a minute, blinking in surprise as I saw him rushing over to me with a parasol. He shook his head with a small smirk. "A pretty lady shouldn't walk home in the rain."

"I'm drunk," I pointed out, knowing that drunk was not my best look. I got rings under my eyes like I hadn't slept and I turned a little green as I passed from buzzed to really smashed.

He said nothing until we stepped underneath a roof and he folded the parasol. "You are also very beautiful, Kuchiki Oki," He pointed out, "But, I know you will be sober in the morning."

I gave a weak smile. "That's not how that joke goes, Captain," I pointed out. He shrugged.

"Call it creative license. Now, what are you doing out so late?"

I hated the way everyone always insisted in overprotecting me. "Trolling for guys." I retorted.

He arched a brow at me, and I blushed a little. "I mean…uh…headed home after a night of…" I licked my lips, "…partying with the girls?"

I pressed myself against the door, looking up at him. God, he looked good enough to eat, he always had. Ever since I had started looking at boys. Or, rather, men.

He leaned forward, and I could smell the sake on his breath. I knew he had gone out partying earlier as well, and I looked up at his eyes.

He pulled away, and I bit my lip. "Shunsui, I…" I stopped as he whipped around, looking at me. I looked at my feet, "…please, can we go back to your place?"

I expected him to say no, like all the men in my life, who were afraid of that father of mine. But he smiled at me, taking my hand as he flicked open his parasol for us.

"Of course, we wouldn't want you to catch cold." He said, walking with me back to his apartments. He closed the parasol and opened the door, ushering me in. I stepped inside and slid off my sandals as he came in behind me.

His mouth brushed the side of my neck and I felt myself tense a little, my eyes closed. His hands slid my top off of my shoulders, only a set of bindings over my chest keeping my top half decent. I stepped a little away from him, trying not to giggle at the look of disappointment on his face before I kissed him.

He was soft, and a little fuzzy, like a teddy bear. But, as soon as he slammed the door shut, he had me pressed against the wall and was actually responding to my kiss…giving me more. I felt a tingle of electricity run down my spine as he forced my lips apart; tasting me as he deftly pulled apart the knot on my bindings.

The white bandages fell away slowly like the skin of a snake. His fingers trailed up my side, before cupping my breasts. I gasped a minute. His hands were freezing. Still, his fingers began to tease my nipples, cold fingertips bringing them up to hard points. I moaned, his mouth coming away from mine and enveloping one nipple. I gasped again.

The sudden warmth surprised me, and yet made me tingle all over, as he sucked and licked, before he pulled away to give the same attentions to the other. I couldn't help but moan, trying to keep my voice down. I never had before, but I didn't really want all the other shinigami to know what wonderful sensations I was experiencing.

He pulled my belt off and my hakama fell, his hands sliding down my hips and pulling my underwear away. I shivered, self-consciously covering myself, even though I had been with men before. This was like being a virgin all over again.

He went on his knees in front of me with a small smirk up to me, then leaned in and-

The feelings he gave me were beyond description, and almost without end. I leaned against the wall, trying not to let my legs give out as I felt my hands loosely tangled in his chocolate hair. Slowly, he moved back up to me as he started to pull off his clothes.

I watched, hot and hungry as I saw inch after inch of his skin suddenly visible. My hands ran over him, and I must've been just as cold as him because he stiffened with a soft gasp himself. My mouth touched his neck as his hakama fell away and he shifted me against the wall.

Sliding my legs around his waist, he poised himself outside of me, looking up into my eyes. "Tell me if you want to stop, Oki-chan," He whispered, "I can't turn back after this."

I shook my head. "If I had wanted you to stop, I woulda screamed my head off." I grinned, "Sometime before you had your tongue shoved down my throat."

He laughed a little, before he lowered me onto him. I moaned, biting the inside of my cheek softly. Any and all thoughts of any other men, what they had said to and about me, disappeared. What had once seemed so important to me just went…poof.

His agonized groan reached me as I opened my eyes – when had I closed them – and looked down at him. "Wh…what is it?" I asked softly.

"N-nothing…" He stammered, "You're just so…" He didn't finish his sentence, as if he knew I had heard it all before. He started to thrust into me.

My back ran against the wall, as I moaned, loving every moment that he was with me. He thrust faster and faster, moaning my name, as if I were some kind of love goddess that he had just pledged loyalty to.

…that could be interesting.

He continued to move hard within me, barely securing me to him with his hands tightly gripping my butt. Not that he needed to, he was so big, I was afraid that even once we were done, I might never come off.

He leaned in, kissing my shoulder, before I felt all of his muscles tense. "Oki…Oki, I'm going to…"

"Good." I managed, my eyes closed and my head leaned back a little against the wall. I felt him staring at me, and I opened my eyes, looking down at him. He almost stopped, but I grabbed his shoulder. "No…" I begged, "No, please…please, I…I'm not there, either."

"Oki, I won't."

"Shunsui…please," I looked at him, and that must have gotten him, because he moved faster again. Having me begging for him to keep going. I felt him come a half second before I did. He slowly lowered me to the floor as he looked down at me. I looked up at him, breathing heavily, sweaty. My legs shook a little as I tried to stand, clinging to him still.

And I knew that I wouldn't have to listen to those annoying men ever again.