A/N: WOHO AN UPDATE 8D and I who thought I wouldn't be writing more on this one lol then I got a mail telling me someone put this on alert and then I got a few more and yeah...I wanted to take a break from short stuff and do the more story-like thing. So here's another chapter! Sorry for the exreeeeeem OOCness -sweatdrop- Just thought it was time for little Hitsu to get some domination. He'll need to learn that a Dominant!Matsu is necessary though. lol.

Also, I¨M VERY SORRY FOR THE TYPOS! D8 haven't had the energy to check this one either XD Anyway, now I gotta go and take a swim in my sea of homework. Happy read:D


Of Rumours and Sake

Chapter 4

He should be angry; he should be fuming and shaking in annoyance. But the smirk on his face wasn't one of frustration or rage; it was one of sly, smug mischief. She was going to solemnly regret to have had him introduced to the world of physical pleasure. Well, at first anyway, he mused. The fact that he was completely new to this didn't linger in his intoxicated mind as he watched her from a distance.

Revenge;such a good reason to back up his actions. The drive of hormones – immaturity as he would've called it any time but now – could be blamed on her previous actions and her current state of clothing. It was amazing what a slight show of otherwise covered skin could do to your sanity.

"Here already Captain?" Finally, she'd noticed him. Her voice had lost its slurry tune of inebriation, and he guessed she was as close to sober she would get tonight. If he had it his way – which right now seemed like the only possibility – she wouldn't be close to a sake bottle till the next day. She would be pretty occupied.

Despite the knot of excitement in Toshiro's stomach, the security in his steps and smugness glowing in his eyes, he couldn't help but blush the lightest shade of pink. His posture faltered as he met a knowing smile; twinkling blue eyes setting him off balance. Minimizing the distance between them in one single flash step, he got down on his one knee and pushed her against the pole she had been sitting by on the small terrace. A quick intake of breath – bringing the scent of her Captain to flood her senses – and she was frozen in place. Anticipation pumped through her veins as she breathed deeply; feeding on the proximity of a growling boy.

"Matsumoto Rangiku," he began, hands covering hers on either site of her body while he leaned in to whisper in her ear, "you are in deep trouble…"

Throwing her head to the side, exposing a tender-looking neck to his view, Rangiku grinned. "Why? It was only a game Captain. Why take it so seriously?"

He was going to respond, soon. He had time, no? Eyes taking in her neck, he bent down to lick the skin before kissing it. His lips turned up into a wide smirk – she tastes so good – before he kissed again and again and again. She sighed, closing her eyes while smiling. A gasp escaped her full lips when he bit down; undoubtfully leaving a mark.

"You should know by now, that I take everything seriously. Including your so called game," he mumbled against her wet skin; moving up to nuzzle her ear as he spoke. The throbbing in his crotch told – or rather screamed at him to take it seriously. Very seriously.

"Your game," he continued with a growl, pausing to lick and bite at her earlobe, "was all about molesting your superior. I have all the right to punish you for that, Vice Captain Matsumoto."

"Oh my, does it count when it goes both ways? I never thought you could be kinky Captain," Rangiku purred, excitement and arousal tugging at her lower stomach with each breath she took; mind clouded by his scent. Secretly she hoped he didn't have as much confidence as he seemed to have, because she didn't really deserve a real tease, right?

FLASHBACK

He was sitting by his desk, working with a new kind of fierce determination ever since his Vice Captain had dropped by to leave "We gotta work on that stamina of yours!" behind to haunt him. Not only was he still childishly pissed off from this morning, but she just had to be Matsumoto and make things worse for his temper. The whiff of sake that followed with her swift appear-and disappearance told of a heavy intoxication that nonetheless would somehow slowly decrease and leave her remotely sober.

So he wasn't in one of his best moods, and concentrated hard on the work before him. It helped him keep his mind off of things that were very inappropriate and disgraceful for someone of his rank. What irked him though was the fact that it was memories, not just thoughts.

Sighing, he was about to finish reading the third page in his stack of reports, but the familiar pressure of his Vice Captain's spiritual energy snapped his attention towards the door. Three, two, one…

"Hiya Captain!" she cheered, entering his office with a slightly wobbly pace. Apparently, her previous visit didn't bother her anymore and she didn't seem to care that he was already gritting his teeth in annoyance.

"Rangiku, would you plea—" She was already rounding his desk to stand behind him at this point, and his voice died in his throat as a dainty hand found its way down his neck and shoulder to rest on his chest. Blinking in surprise, he barely registered that her other hand quickly joined in. Trapped between a desk, a chair and Matsumoto there wasn't much he could do but verbally express his lack of agreement concerning this situation.

"Rangiku, kindly remove your hands—MATSUMOTO WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DO---"

Her hands had opened his robes and swiftly slipped them down his shoulders to expose a flat chest still bearing the light marks of her lips and teeth, causing him to turn bright red. Angrily fumbling to cover himself and get her hands off, he didn't protest when she left her position behind him. Closing the fabric around his chest, he was too occupied to stop the surprisingly fast woman. She was in his lap before he could say her name.

Frustrated shouts and low growling emitted from his mouth as she fought against his struggles; amused grin in place as her icy orbs twinkled with glee. Quickly growing tired, she leaned in and ceased his movements with a soft kiss leaving wide eyed. He'd almost forgotten the divine taste and feel of her lips. Winking, she slipped her arms around his neck and eagerly dipped down for another taste. No longer angry at her sudden appearance, he quickly responded and roughly pushed his tongue into her mouth to go deeper; get more. She moaned against him, soft strawberry-locks caressing his cheek and partly bare shoulder. Her height forced him to title his head upwards in an almost uncomfortable manner, but as her hips started to grind against him everything but her seemed to slip away along with his sanity. His hands grabbed the fabric of her robes, resting on her thighs on either side of him. He desperately wanted to rip them apart and see if the position was possible. Memories from this morning flooded his hazy mind and his moans joined hers as his hips bucked upwards; meeting her mid-way and causing wonderful friction. He thought he was in heaven for just a while, but then she broke off and made her way to stand. Enraged, his hands reached up and grabbed hers before she could move more than a few inches. He smirked and stood; heaving her up on the desk's surface. Startled by the turn of events, Rangiku gasped and gave him a puzzled, wide-eyed look. Pushing himself further between her legs, he pressed her flat along the table; pinning her down with his hands. He couldn't help it; a surge of immense pleasure ran like a shiver up and down his spine at her submissive position, her surprised look and furrowed brow.

Leaning down, he placed his lips on her exposed collarbone; placing soft kisses on the hot skin. Slowly he moved up, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. His hold of her hands tightened as she squirmed underneath him; not sure how to react.

It was completely different, he mused as his hand slowly left hers to caress her breast. It wasn't like this morning, or last night. The familiar feeling of control run through his body, and unlike before, he was no longer nervous. Too high to think properly, too aroused to hesitate one moment. He was feeling as eager as a kid – as cocky as a man. He had long ago abounded his tries to put feelings and sensations into words; this world's vocabulary just wasn't enough.

"Toshiro," she moaned against his rough lips, "let me up, please. I want to---"

She was cut off by the thrust of his hips; hard arousal meeting her hot, aching sex with force. A mute shout of his name passed through her parted lips, and she desperately tried to regain control of the situation. This wasn't what she'd planned, not at all. Grinning wickedly, she decided to play this game the dirty way.

"Oh Captain," she moaned with need, her eyes pleading and legs eagerly pulling him close. He shivered at the sight, the sound of her, and bent down to kiss her again. She made it brief, turning her head away slightly to lean up and whisper in his ear.

"Fuck me," she demeaned in a thick, sly, sultry voice. "Fuck me hard."

Choking on his own – and probably some of hers – saliva, Toshiro's grip loosened while his body went almost slack in shock. She didn't waste her chance, and quickly pushed him off of her. Landing in the chair, he let out a groan in pain and anger; ready to grab onto his slippery Vice Captain. Failing miserably, he found himself grabbing onto thin air. Already by the door, Rangiku threw her hair back and licked her lips.

"You should probably take care of that mess Captain," she said with a grin, nodding towards his previously organized paperwork spread around the desk and floor. "I better go, wouldn't want to be a distraction now would I?"

With that, she disappeared. He took one look at the papers and made up his mind. He didn't give a damn about the 3rd division's recent slip-up in the yearly budget, or why his 4th seat wanted a temporarily leave to the living world. Standing up to go on a wild chase of a certain big breasted vixen, he didn't even bother to straighten out his clothing.

He should be angry; he should be fuming and shaking in annoyance

But the revenge going through his mind relieved him of any enraged feelings – consisting instead of the feeling she had awoken quite successfully. Lust.

END OF FLASHBACK

Staring with utter disbelief, Rangiku tried to grasp the extent of his boldness. No longer outside on his peaceful little terrace (why didn't the Vice Captains get one of those?), she found herself pinned against the nearest wall in his rooms. Hands tied behind her back with her pink scarf, robes roughly pulled aside to reveal her bust, she tried to remember what she'd done to deserve this. Surely she hadn't been that bad? Toshiro smirked.

"Ca-captain!"


A/N: Happy reviewing? -puppy eyes- and yeah I know it was short lol -sweatdrop-