I want to apologise for any discrepancies in my spelling of Toshiro. My fingers want to type Toushiro/u. (I think that's because of the way DB do their fansubs). I also can never remember if I'm going with 'fifth' and 'thirteenth' or '5th' and '13th' Sorry if I keep on switching between the two!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. If I did, Renji would be naked more often, Hyourinmaru would be materialised all the time and Hitsugaya would get more screentime.

Thanks to TKCB for the beta! I apologise for this chapter. I cannot seem to get my mind out of the gutter. WARNING: LIME! (Toshiro has an active imagination).

Chapter 6:

The next morning, Hitsugaya Toshiro sat at his desk and attempted to concentrate on the paperwork in front of him. The 10th Division always seemed to generate more than any other, although he suspected that had something to do with his Vice-Captain. His eyebrow twitched as he read a paragraph for the third time, still not managing to process the meaning. His head was full of Rukia, her soft, smooth lips moving against his own, the very memory of the way she tasted making his cock twitch in the soft folds of his hakama. He remembered the way her eyes had looked as he had left her, and his budding erection quickly waned as guilt churned in his stomach. She was delicate and beautiful, a fragile thing with snowflake emotions and a will of steel, and he had left her. He wouldn't be surprised if she hated him now, and he just could not get her out of his head. The mental image of her slender fingers untying his obi, her warm tongue laving his nipples while she palmed his cock through the black cotton-

Wait, no, he was rubbing himself through the fabric, dangerously close to a full, aching erection that would bother him for the next hour if he didn't take care of it now, Rukia was no-where near and he didn't dare jerk off in the office. Matsumoto had a radar for such things.

Stifling a loud groan of frustration – that really would bring Matsumoto running from her adjacent office – Toshiro slumped back into his chair and glared at the large lump mounding beneath his fundoshi. It was exceedingly uncomfortable, and at an odd angle that meant the tip was rubbing against a hard fold of cotton with his every movement. He gritted his teeth. He would not move. He was not going to pleasure himself in his office.

If Rukia were there she would smile, he was sure, her dark eyes full of mirth at his predicament. She wouldn't say something trite like 'need a hand with that, Toshiro?'; she was far too straightforward to play such games. Rukia was businesslike, she got the job done. She was serious and intense, and always struck for the heart of the matter, which in this case meant that she would tug his hakama down over his aching erection, smiling at his inadvertent groan at the friction. She would prolong his frustrated lust for a minute, stroking his trapped cock through the soft cotton, her fingers too light to provide any real friction, teasing until her squirmed for more of her touch, so hard that it was painful to be pinned at such an angle within the folds of his fundoshi, pearly drops of precome seeping out and making the cotton damp. Then she would pull his underwear aside and watch closely as his cock sprung out, smearing the beads of moisture at the tip of his cock around with her thumb before firmly gripping his hard length in her small hand. She would meet his gaze and run her tongue over her lips before squeezing once, to gage his reaction. Then she would lick her own hand and run her slick fingers over the dark head of his cock to tease, to make him bite his lip hard and buck his hips into her touch.

Her hand would be cool against his uncomfortably hot skin, her grip firm as she stroked, alternating the pressure every so often to mimic the way her pussy would clench if he fucked her hard, so hard that she screamed and writhed beneath him, dark hair spread over his futon. Her pale thighs would grip him tightly, pulling him deep into her as he leant forward and sucked at the soft skin of her neck, one hand holding himself up while the other played with her breasts. Cupping, squeezing, rolling her hard nipples between his fingers until she was so wet that her pussy dripped and the clear streams of her cum trickled down to run in riverlets over his balls.

Toshiro's eyes flew open in surprise as his back arched involuntarily and he came all over himself.

"Shit."

He quickly unwrapped his fundoshi and used the fabric to clean himself off, hiding the soiled cotton in the bottom drawer of his desk.

"Taicho?" Matsumoto called from the other room. "Are you doing your paperwork? Your reiatsu is funny."

"Of course I'm doing my paperwork!" Toshiro called back, pulling up his hakama and straightening his kimono. "I appear to be doing yours as well!" he added for good measure as he fumbled with his obi. He could hear her footsteps moving closer, and knew he had about two seconds before she slid the door open.

Uniform straightened just in time, he quickly grabbed a brush and signed the sheet in front of him without looking at it as Matsumoto stepped into the room. "Something's bothering you, Taicho," she said, folding her arms. "You've been odd all morning."

"It's nothing," Toshiro replied, moving the paper to his 'dealt with' pile.

"It's not nothing. I know you better than that."

"I slept badly last night, that's all."

"Oh!" Matsumoto exclaimed clapping her hands. "Then you should have a nap on the couch! It's really comfortable."

"I'll be all right. I'll have some tea."

"Tea is not as good as sleep, Taicho. I have some sake here, that will help you!"

Toshiro frowned. "I don't want any sake, thank you. Will you please go finish your paperwork?"

"One thing first."

Hitsugaya gritted his teeth as he was enveloped in a suffocatingly hot hug. Everyone thought that he protested about being buried in Matsumoto's admittedly awe-inspiring bosom because he was a prude. That was not the case. He would quite have liked to enjoy the moment, being pressed into such large, soft breasts, but he never could because every time she hugged him he thought that he was about to pass out from heat stroke. Rukia, as he had found out last night, was just pleasantly warm. He would have no issues if she hugged him from behind in such a fashion, the small mounds of her breasts pushing into his shoulder...

"Taicho, your reiatsu is going funny again."

"I'm tired, go away," he replied, leaning forward to put some cool air between himself and her.

Matsumoto sidled away from his desk and skipped towards the door. She paused, and smiled over her shoulder. "If I didn't know better, I'd say Taicho was thinking about someone!" she said with a wink before closing the door behind her.

Toshiro groaned and gave into the overwhelming urge to flop onto his desk, resting his forehead on the pile of paperwork he still had to read.

xxx

Ichigo was leaving his office to go visit a young Shinigami who had been injured in a training accident the day before and was resting with the 4th for a while, when a hell butterfly flew up to him and delivered a message in what he supposed was Hisagi's voice, seeing as the message was to visit the 9th as soon as possible. Ichigo wasn't that familiar with the 9th squad Vice-Captain, but Renji looked up to him so he hoped that the dark-haired Shinigami was holding his own against Urahara better than Renji had during his time staying at the shop.

The message didn't sound particularly urgent, so Ichigo decided not to hurry towards the 9th Division's quarters. He strolled through the maze-like passages of Seireitai and enjoyed the afternoon sunshine. It didn't seem to rain much in the afterlife, although he had been told that the seasons mirrored those of the Real World. Ichigo wished that he had pockets to put his hands into, the useless swinging of his arms beginning to annoy him. He laced his fingers behind his head instead, and peered up at the blue sky, stifling a yawn.

He and Renji had been up late, drinking tea and talking. The discussion about Rukia had evolved into a re-hashing of various events that had occurred during Renji's trips to the Real World. They had laughed together about Keigo's sister's attraction to Ikkaku, and grinned at how appealing Rangiku had looked in the Karakura High school uniform. Then Renji had mentioned the time that Lirin and Nova had tricked them by inserting a copy into the group, and they had ended up wrestling in the corridor in front of the entire class. Ichigo had been embarrassed at the memory, especially as Ishida had later said that it wasn't a good way to tell if someone was a copy, but he was surprised to find that the part of the memory that lingered wasn't the embarrassment that he had felt, it was the feeling of Renji's hard, muscled body against his own, his soft red hair tickling Ichigo's cheek and ear as they rolled on the floor of the corridor.

Ichigo blinked as someone called his name. He was standing outside of the main door for the 9th, and the door guards were looking at him curiously. He coughed, rubbing his hands through his hair.

"Um... Urahara-san wanted to talk to me," he said.

The guard frowned. "Urahara-Taichou," he corrected, "told us to expect you. He's in the garden having a meeting with Hisagi-Fukutaichou."

xxx

Toshiro sighed and stretched, regarding the neat pile of completed paperwork on his desk with satisfaction. The sun was beginning to set, sending rays of golden orange light streaming through his window. The short Captain stood, swung Hyourinmaru over his shoulder and slid open the door to Matsumoto's office.

There were several empty sake bottles stacked in one corner, and a messy pile of what he hoped was completed paperwork on her desk, but she wasn't there. He walked over to the desk and had a look at the paperwork, suppressing the urge to straighten the haphazard stack. A note written in large, sloppy characters caught his eye.

Taicho, finished my work and gone home for the day. Will be in the usual bar if you want me. Try not to work too hard! Rangiku.

Toshiro frowned. Typical Matsumoto, slacking off early without permission. Shrugging, he turned to leave the room, pausing as he felt something other than smooth floorboards under his foot. There was a file poking out from under her desk. Toshiro bent and fished it out, frowning as he recognised the note on the front. It was the one he had asked her to give to Ukitake-Taicho yesterday.

Grumbling to himself, Toshiro left the building and headed in the direction of the Thirteenth Division's headquarters. The buildings were practically next to each other, it's not like it would have taken Matsumoto a long time to drop off the file when he had asked her to.

He reached the front gates quickly, and was admitted by the guards without question. Ukitake's peaceful gardens spread before him, and the petite figure of Kuchiki Rukia was walking towards him.

"Fuck!" Toshiro spat, feeling an uncomfortable heat rising into his cheeks. He did not want to see her, especially not after what he had done that morning, but she had seen him now, and her dark eyes were even more captivating than he remembered, and for some reason he couldn't move.

"Hitsugaya-Taicho," she said politely.

"Rukia-san, I..." she was looking at him with her big, sad eyes. He could feel Hyourinmaru in the back of his mind, shouting at him. "I apologise."

Rukia's eyebrows furrowed. "For kissing me or for running away?" she asked acerbically.

"For running away. I... I allowed my emotions to get the better of me. I hope you can forgive me."

Rukia tilted her head to the side. "Will you make it up to me?" she asked, a hint of mischief replacing the anger in her eyes.

Swallowing, Toshiro nodded, wondering all the while what he was getting himself into. "I... I'll take you out to dinner?" he said tentatively, hoping that that was what she wanted. He knew that more time in her company was what he wanted, and in the relatively public forum of a restaurant he hoped that he could stop himself from saying or doing anything too stupid. Like running his fingers over her lips while he kissed down her neck. She might suck one in, and then he would slide the wet digit down her chest and over her breast to encircle her nipple. She would arch against him, pressing herself into his hard erection and...

Toshiro suddenly became aware of the hard erection throbbing between his legs. His fundoshi was still in his bottom desk drawer, which meant that there was a large lump now sticking out for anyone to notice. Rukia was staring at him. He prayed that she didn't look down.

"Dinner would be acceptable as an apology," she said with a smile. Her lips were wet, as if she had just run her tongue over them. He almost groaned at the thought of that tongue running over his own lips, or his cock.

Said part of his anatomy jerked in response to the mental image that accompanied that thought. Rukia, on her knees, strands of hair sticking to her flushed skin as she took him between her hands and slowly licked the head of his cock with her pink tongue.

Toshiro opened eyes he hadn't realised that he had closed and almost jumped back in surprise. Rukia was standing a lot closer to him than she had been a second ago, he was sure.

"You seem... a little distracted, Toshiro," she said softly. Toshiro instantly decided that her saying his name was the sexiest thing he had ever heard and she could call him it whenever she wanted, so long as she used that tone of voice.

"I... um..." Toshiro's mind raced wildly. Should he make up an excuse? He couldn't tell her the truth, but she was standing so close and she smelt so good that his mind couldn't focus, all he could think about was how close she was to him, how much he wanted to reach out and pull her even closer, bury his face in the soft skin of her neck and press against her. "You're beautiful," he said finally, looking straight into her eyes. "I find you intoxicating."

Rukia giggled softly. "I know," she said, reaching down deliberately and rubbing her fingers over the hard, aching flesh straining shamefully out of his hakama towards her.

Toshiro felt his knees buckle at the sudden touch, so much more intense than his imagination had painted it. He managed to catch himself before he fell to his knees on the pathway, grabbing desperately at Rukia's shoulders as she lightly ran her fingers over him.

"Rukia," he murmured, catching her eyes with his own as he leant in for a kiss. Sighing, she closed her eyes and leant into him, sliding her hand around his waist as he slid his thigh between hers, pressing upwards slightly to make her gasp into the kiss. He could feel a pleasant warmth even through two layers fabric and couldn't stop himself from clutching her to him at the thought that he was turning her on. The motion trapped his cock uncomfortably between them, but he didn't care as she slid her tongue against his own.

It was over too soon, Rukia stepping back reluctantly. "We need to stop, someone might see," she whispered.

Toshiro rubbed his hands across his face to stop himself reaching out for her. "I want you," he said honestly, surprising himself with the raw need that even he could hear in his voice.

"I know, Toshiro. Later."

Taking a deep breath, Toshiro composed himself and looked down ruefully. "I appear to have a problem."

Rukia giggled again, eyeing the way his erection pulled at the folds of his hakama. "I think you have." She shifted slightly, uncomfortable. He watched as she changed her stance several times, before realising the reason for it. His unruly cock twitched again as he imagined how she would smell if he pressed his face between her legs right then.

Toshiro found himself grinning as he met her eyes. "How soon is later?"

xxx

Omake:

Urahara: How come I didn't get to be in this chapter?

Skarla: Because Ichigo kept on wanting to think about Renji.

Renji: So? What's wrong with that? I'm sexy!

Skarla: *head on desk* This chapter was supposed to be about Toshiro and Rukia, that's what's wrong!