Ngoc Chau does not own Bleach
Okay, so this chapter takes place about two weeks from the last chapter. It's Mayuri's thoughts now upon the turn his relationship with his captian has taken and upon what comes next.
Also, I have a new prompt up. Check that out. It's called Father.
Next chapter is the end, and the chapter after that is a sort of "Special features" with 'deleted' passages that didn't exactly fit into the flow of the fanfic, but I really wanted to display them to let Reader get more of an understanding with the characters and their relationships to each other; and alternate passages that could've been but I decided to use something else. Know what could've been.
"Do you have an appointment today waiting for you after work. Fukutaicho?" Megane asked him.
He looked down at the pigtailed girl with chains in her hair. He closed up his portfolio and tucked away his pen in his sleeves. "Why do you ask?" he questioned her.
She set down the tray of beakers and test tubes she had been carrying and picked up a different set to pass by him to get to another station, "You've been looking at the clock for the past hour."
"I always look at the clock." he replied, walking alongside her as he delivered what paperwork he needed completed by certain shinigami by the end of the day.
"In the last hour, you've looked at the clock 30 times." she pointed out.
Had it been thirty times? He faltered, he had never been so eager for the day to be done to get home. Before Work was his mistress and his lover, a thing of his devotion. However, since the other night…. He felt his stomach turn flops as he recalled that night, the night when he finally had her in his arms and took her over and over again until the two of them could barely walk without stumbling a step.
Throughout the days afterward, he could not get the look of his captain's flushed face, calling out his name, out of his head. There were times he was close to bursting at the though of it. He could feel his face flushing as he recalled the memory.
Someone suddenly bumped into him. He managed to stay onto his feet, was not so lucky for said shinigami who landed on his rear on the floor. Other scientists whose feet were not so quick as their brains stumbled over the legs of the fallen shinigami. Files and a beaker went flying overhead.
Quick-thinking, Mayuri jumped and reached back to catch the beaker, simultaneously holding out his other hand to collect the falling papers.
Kuma had made his way over and taken the beaker, muttering to himself.
The shinigami on the floor looked up, "Wow." He scrambled to his feet and bowed to Mayuri, "Good afternoon, Kurotsuchi-fukutaicho."
He nodded his head in response, "What are you here for?" Though he soon realized the answer as his eyes caught sight of Unohana.
She stepped forward, placing a hand on the shoulder of her shinigami subordinate, "Hello, Kurotsuchi-fukutaicho."
He nodded his head to her, "Unohana-taicho."
She smiled even brighter.
"Are you looking for the captain." he asked her.
She replied that she was and he offered to escort her personally to the captain.
Mayuri observed that as he walked the fourth captain to his captain he was getting strange looks from everyone he passed by. And yet he had not enough fire in his belly to yell at them. Luckily, a simple furrowing of his brow put them back into their place to pretend to at least be working instead of watching him and the fourth captain.
"Are you alright?" Unohana asked him.
He wondered why everyone had been asking him that question lately. "I'm fine." he answered as civil as he could.
"Could it already be spring for you, fukutaicho?" she asked teasingly, "Have you fallen in love with someone?"
He scoffed.
As though she knew something about him, she continued asking a great sort of things. Then finally, "Is she as pretty as she is young?" when they were completely alone in the elevators.
He didn't understand why he should answer the way he did, but he felt such a rush in answering and seeing the glimmer in Unohana's eyes. "She's older than I am."
Unohana did not ask any more questions after that.
They arrived in the lab where his captain was.
In the circle of shinigami scientists and researchers were the top three: his captain, Akon, and Kuma. The captain turned to him first. She greeted him by his rank which he returned.
Akon asked him if he had checked on Subject 256 yet.
Mayuri replied that he already had, that the subject's restraints were now in effect to prevent him from tearing off the growing skin.
As Akon and Kuma left, their entourages following after, he took his spot on one side of the captain. He could hardly pay attention to what Unohana was discussing with his captain.
He could only see his captain.
It was not that he wanted everyone to know that he had just lost his virginity to his captain or that he could fall in love like any other shinigami - it was just not professional, especially for his image. But he was annoyed that his captain behaved with greater ease than how he was feeling, as though their tryst was the usual thing for them. Well, she certainly had treated so that night. He knew that he should've admired and be thankful for how his captain behaved in the work place, but he wished that she should at least give herself away in some indication that she had just had sex at the very least! It seemed almost unfair because they did not have much time with each other after that night for it seemed that the work load grew exponentially after their coupling and late nights were the product. By the time they got through the work, tomorrow would already be upon them and they were forced for another late night, submerged in work.
In fact, for the past few nights, the more dedicated scientists stayed behind to work and so hardly any spare time was afforded.
Damn it! He thought. He was thinking like a woman now. Perhaps his libido had best been left alone.
Work was tedious and longer. It is hardly needed to retell what work consisted of. If Reader so wishes to hear, drop a review for it and Writer may send a description of a work day worth twenty four hours. Until then, continue with the story.
"You're still here?" Akon asked as he passed by Mayuri's office.
Mayuri looked up from the scattered papers before him. He ran his hand through his blue hair. "You're already going?" he asked in return.
"It's been a while since I've been home and I have to water the plants." Akon answered as he leaned against the doorway.
He and Akon were on tolerable terms, bordering friendly-wise, but their first meeting was anything but well impressionable. It was a wonder that the two men were not at each others' throats, he had often heard it said. Well, he had no reason really to attack the man.
Akon pulled out a small white box from his sleeves and placed a thin white cigarette between his lips. Mayuri had always looked down upon the habit, though he did not really complain about it since the man was a brilliant and useful scientist and only smoked when he was done with work.
Mayuri continued his writing, not bothering to look at Akon anymore. "Where's the captain?" he asked passively.
"I think she's closing up the labs." he answered.
Mayuri stopped his writing and stacked his paperwork into his portfolio. "I'm going to see her." he did not need to explain himself further. He stood up and walked steadily to the doorway where Akon was still smoking away. Move, he could've said but kept it in his mouth. Akon backed away for him. He did not take heed whether or not Akon was watching him with studious eyes, but all he wanted now was to see his Captain.
He did not go to the labs because he knew that she was not there anymore.
An instinct in him told him that she was in her office already. And he was proven right that as he entered through her doors, she was at her desk continuously working.
He wondered if it was because she had been raised that way or if she was always expecting someone, that even her posture in work seemed well-aware and posed. She subtly stopped her writing and looked up at him. "Mayuri-sama."
He nodded his head and closed the door behind him, "Taicho."
He scanned his eyes over her. What to do now? How, was a better question. He walked to her, behind her chair. Bending forward, he observed what work she had been writing. No work at all, it appeared to be a journal. He arched a brow. He turned his face towards her, the tip of his nose, brushing by her cheekbone. "And what are you writing exactly, Taicho?"
He caught the way she shivered. And he would've backed away if not for the sight of her blushing too.
"I'm writing about my days, about my thoughts. Ise-fukutaicho suggested it to me years ago as a past-time." she informed him.
"Am I in there?" he asked curiously.
The blush grew redder. She pushed the journal to him and he took it in his hands to read, leaving his own portfolio on her desk. His eyes widened at her writing. The entire thing was much like a textbook with hardly any emotion involved save for segments when she mentioned people. Many of them were people he knew, some he did not know and wondered how his captain should remember any shinigami who was below tenth rank. He caught his name, and he was not so much interested in reading that because he often knew what she was thinking for she rarely withheld her thoughts from him. But he was interested to know her thoughts upon that night. His eyes widened as he turned to that certain page.
My! He thought. She certainly has a memory for things like that.
"So…" he queried and he could not help but laugh as he spoke, "I make you feel like a young girl again whenever I touch you?"
She nodded her head, looking utterly flustered, "Yes, you do, Mayuri-sama."
"And my tongue is absolutely divine whenever I lick and suck on your cunt?" he asked with another laugh.
There was surprise from her and he confessed himself, "I just added in that part to see if you remember what you write in there." He set the journal open-page down on the desk and leaned close into her, caging her to make sure she would not get away. "But we could always see if my tongue," he felt his mouth water and the blood from his head pool south at the thought of it, "can be just that."
She did not say anything, but look him directly in the eye.
He took her silence as consent. He kneeled down and undid the obi of her shihakusho. He pulled it off swiftly and let it fall to the floor. He heard her breathe and he was reminded of a frightened animal. He looked up at her through his lashes and smiled. She returned it and he proceeded with what he was planning. He pulled her hakama off and as he let it fall into a crumpled bunch on the floor, he felt the urge to also remove the white captain haori. She moved to help him. He loosened more of her clothes until they were barely staying on her shoulders and her torso was bared to him. He slid her panties slowly off of her thighs.
Separating her knees apart, he could already smell the heat of her sex; being reminded of dogs in heat and late nights. His face cautiously came close and he experimented first by licking the lips. She cried out and feeling encouraged, he used his tongue to adroitly separate the lips enough for his mouth to envelop the little mound inside. He sucked upon it like a little juicy berry and gripped her legs to make sure that she did not thrash around. She did not taste as off-putting as he would've imagined, but cleaner in a sense.
Her body moved forward, arching and there were sweet sighs escaping her lips in burning time. He continued his stimulation on her as she panted over and over again, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" His tongue flicked at it, making happy below. He moved up and felt masculine pride to see her trying to keep a hold of him, not willing to let him go.
He picked her up from her chair and carried her over to a nearby sofa that she kept in her office for whenever company came in to see her.
He set her on the edge and continued worshipping her body on his knees, his tongue wanting to cover ever inch of her skin. It was until he felt a sharp pain on his shoulder that he realized that he had been so distracted by her breasts and the vase-like curve of her stomach that she had stripped off most of his clothes off of his shoulders already. He kissed her neck, the spot between the hem of her red choker and the collarbone. Her hands clawed downwards of him and he found the pain to be quite pleasurable instead of uncomfortable. She gripped something below that was both sharp to his senses and aching for more of her touch. She gave a groan as though empathetic to what he was feeling.
The hakama was gone from his hips and kicked away from his form. He climbed onto the sofa, wanting her, desiring her. She hooked a shapely leg around his hip and rose to meet him as he slipped into her. He held her close at the warmth of her, how it spread throughout all of him. He thrust-ed wildly into her, everything being let loose. She gasped his name close to his ears(well, where they were covered by his ear-cones.), "Mayuri-sama! Mayuri-sama! Oh! Oh! Oh my god! Mayuri!…"
Their bodies twisted together, tangling into one another. Her hair was suddenly loose, cascading down her shoulders, for he had pulled at her hair and set the tresses free. Before he knew it, it was he on his back on the sofa and she atop of him. His head was supported by the armrest, she gripped the back of the sofa for balance. His hands touched her, interlocking with her free hand. She moved atop him and he loved the expressions that passed over her visage with every push of her pelvis into him, with every withdrawal that her face tilted downwards and the hair tickled his chest. He wished to God that he could tell her how beautiful she was, compare her to the greatest sights of the world: the gardens of Babylon, tower of Nanjing, Aurora… But the words were stuck in his throat and even by greatest will, could he not force them out.
"N-Nemu…" he grunted as she did something different impaling upon him.
She begged him to say it again.
He complied.
They moved with such aggression that the springs in the sofa complained loudly.
They reached an end together, to which she fell atop him, his face buried between her neck and her chest. She adjusted her position so that they were head-to-head. They kissed like lovers - he supposed - did. She breathed as though satisfied with another one of his performances. He watched her as she closed her eyes, the green being covered by fluttering lids, and then he allowed himself to follow her into sleep. It was late after all and work had been more than plentiful.
He was awoken later by her stirring and a sense that the bowl of rice and curry he had had earlier had not been enough. He squinted his eyes to the clock in the corner and knew then that they had only allowed themselves rest for an hour. They still had a few more hours before they would have to be up for work.
He pretended to still be asleep, wanting to know what she would do next. That other night, she had left him to sit on the roof. She moved to get off the couch, but the hold of his arms around her stopped her.
She gasped almost playfully, "Mayuri-sama!"
He pulled her back to his body and rubbed her breasts, nuzzling his nose into her warm neck. She groaned and arched into him, his hands went lower down her torso.
She reminded him, her words stretched occasionally with breaths and moans of pleasure. "Mayuri-sama. You must be hungry. You had not had your supper, instead you…" her voice trailed off as he rolled the little gem below in his fingertips. She seemed to suddenly find her words, "You need to eat something!"
He turned her over to face him and kissed her full on the lips. "I'm not hungry for food."
Her arms wrapped around his neck as he positioned himself over her. A thought sprang to him that he should think of getting a larger couch installed in one of their offices. Her chest moulded against his body and he was thankful for her soft fleshy curves. She sighed as his lips moved to her chin, the arc of her neck and the hollow of her collarbone.
"Please." she begged him, "It's been a long day. Do not overexert yourself."
He stopped his kissing and rolled onto his side, his arm propping his head up. "When will you stop underestimating me?"
She looked worried and moved to be closer to him. She smoothed his hair and brushed it out of his face, "Forgive me, Mayuri-sama." She gently kissed him on the lips and he felt himself growing less upset. "Your father, he did not ever -"
He pushed her back on the sofa and silenced her. "I'm not my father."
She nodded and her eyes cast out away from him.
He made her face him, "I'm not my father."
She exhaled, "Yes. I know."
He knew that she was conflicted. No matter how many times years earlier he could make her smile or make her happy with what he could do, he knew that she was always thinking of that other. Her diary provided a window for that, how she could love two people who were supposed to be the same.
He would never settle as being that man's replacement, that was what everybody already expected; for her, he wanted to outshine him.
Her hand caressed the side of his face. His captain's tears was something he had seldom seen, even when he was a little child. But whenever he did see them, he would never know what to do. What did that man do whenever she cried? Order her to stop? Beat her so that she would stop? Or was it only around that man did she not cry? The tears slid down her cheek, but her face betrayed no other expression.
He licked the tears away, not wanting to see them. "Taicho." he murmured.
She breathed a huffy breath, he sensed the torment in her. "Did you know that I was your father's eighth?" She turned over onto her stomach and undid the red choker she always wore. Never, even in the bath did he ever see her without it. She undid it and left it upon the armrest of the couch; on the back of her neck was a tattoo that marked her as 'Experiment 8'. She did not continue more.
He kissed the mark on her neck and told her that to him, she was his first and only.
"Not only." she said.
He did not understand. He was distracted when he pushed her rear against him and he was tempted for more.
"You are my dearest to me most now. No one can ever change my heart for you. I have done…" she said oh-so-seductively. He gripped her hips and grazed his teeth on the soft skin of her shoulder. "I have done what I must for you. Very soon, you won't need me." His hand moved to her rear, pushing against the meat there.
The tip of his tongue flicked the shell of her ear as he spoke. "Have I ever said anything about needing you?" Her heels touched the back of his knees. "I want you, Taicho."
He heard her cry out as he entered her from behind. He moved inside her and his view was blinded by her unblemished skin. His white painted hands gripped her silky hips, steadying her.
So tight! Faster! Closer! Do you really want me? I want you. Like air, like water. Move higher. Lean back. Are you almost there? Already so tired? No, no, no! Yes! More! So soft, so warm and soft. Can you… Touch me here? Raise it higher… Oh, not so hard! Ah! I can't breathe! Skin's too tight! Does it feel good? Don't stop! Here! Here! Right there! Yes, just like that! Hold it there! Please! Ah!
He felt her shake and she cried out his name. His cheek was flattened against the blade of her shoulder, as his body gave way to exhaustion. She whispered his name, "Mayuri."
His lips brushed by the spot on her back. "Taicho."
"I… I love you." she said as though she was some shy girl, her voice and words muffled as she moved her face into the mattress. He had never heard her say that to him before, not even in his vague days as his little child.
His fingers coaxed her face out of its hiding place. He saw that she was blushing redder than he ever saw. "It's not love." She tried to hide her face again but he would not let her. Sexual desire, passion, affection, fondness... They were not limited to those. She was as bound to him as he was to her "This is not love, hardly love, barely love, can't be love." he concluded.
She nodded her head, a little smile on her lips - he knew that she understood him - and he heard her sobbing.
"What are you crying about now, Taicho?" he asked as tenderly as he could. But he knew it himself that he could not muster up that tone in his voice, though he did feel it sincerely.
"I'm sorry. I am very prone to tears nowadays. I must be getting decrepit." He allowed her a few seconds of sobbing before he wiped her tears away. "I am so glad to be by your side, Mayuri-sama."
He pressed his lips to her back, the crook of her neck. "We have all the time in the world."
So... what did you think?
I know it's moving a little fast, but there's like... one more chapter left to go.