Fifteen Ways to Seduce your Taichou: Suspended Sundays
A Tokyo Kitty Production
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or profit from its production. Though I do gain emotional profit from reviews….
A/N: What's that title? You say this is the last chapter! But it doesn't sound like it from the title that Kira will get what he wants…Well, this is the last planned one that I have in writing. I've gotten a few ideas for a possible epilogue but I'm not sure if that would actually get done. I tentatively say this is the end but it isn't really. Not for this pairing anyway, I'll never be done with these two. I've got a couple shorter ones planned; no more 60+ page mammoths like this one is going to become. So I hope you enjoyed this one and please continue to read my other stuff (and review which I know I've said like a million times but it seriously does just make my day). When you make my day I tend to feel like making Kira's day too. And he could use more of those. So if for no other reason, review for the depressed blond in my head who just really wants his taichou to screw him already.
Post Note: Can I just say for a second I'm getting really sick of people "correcting" my cultural and linguistic notes? I put these here for people's benefits in hopes of giving people a little education and saving you a google search. Please stop leaving me reviews that go on a "holier than thou" rant. I don't care, they put me in a bad mood and I'm not going to change what it says in my notes anyway. On that note….
Kiseru: A traditional long wooden pipe used for smoking tobacco. Typically made out of bamboo or some like wood and then painted with intricate patterns. Traditionally they were used by samurai or the nobility.
Tabi: Traditional Japanese socks. They have a break in them that separates the big toe from the other toes. They are usually white.
Obi: A very long, wide sash that comes in virtually every color and pattern. It is wrapped around the waist and usually tied in some decorated knot or bow generally in the back.
Shihakushou: Literally "Death uniforms". This is the word used in the manga and anime for the entirety of the shinigami robes.
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Hinamori awoke early Sunday morning to the light sound of rain falling outside her window. There was no work on Sundays and so she stayed in bed simply listening to the peaceful sound for awhile, closing her eyes in an attempt to reclaim the dream that was lazily drifting away from her.
It had been a nice, comforting dream. In the dream, it was late at night and she was sitting in her captain's study dutifully watching him as he sat at a low desk writing in graceful quiet strokes of his brush. He would take breaks from writing for a moment, as if in deep contemplation and take puffs of sweet smelling tobacco from a kiseru. The smell had been comforting to her and filled her with warmth. She snuggled a little deeper into the large kimono Aizen-taichou had given her upon ushering her in to shield her from the surprisingly cold spring nights. It smelled of his deep sent mixed with that of the smoke and consoled her into a sleepy state even as she dreamed.
The dream had felt as if it were real, perhaps because she on occasion followed him to his study after a day of work. Not all the time, lest he become aware of her affection for him; but just enough for her to receive the comfort of his presence.
As she continued to day dream, listening to the rain, she imagined him finishing writing at his desk and pushing the desk back into its place against the wall to stand. He blew out the candle on the desk and then walked over to where Hinamori was sitting. His massive form simply towered over her sitting one.
"Are you comfortable there on the floor, Hinamori-kun? Wouldn't you prefer the cushions?" Dream Aizen asked, gesturing to a pile of pillows and blankets arranged in the corner. Hinamori knew in real life no such thing existed but in the dream it seemed a further luxury added to her comfort.
She nodded and took his outstretched hand to help. His grip stayed for a moment on her tiny hand guiding her over to the cushions where she sat gracefully, rearranging the pillow around her. Aizen-taichou smiled gently sitting in front of her on the floor.
"Do you want a cushion too, Aizen-taichou?" She asked softly because something about the mood dictated hushed voices.
"No, that's alright, Hinamori-kun. I prefer to sit here." He said and his voice was as deep and rich as the scent of smoke that still pervaded the room.
"Aizen…taichou…" She whispered because he was leaning closer, a large, warm hand enclosing her small delicate fingers.
Perhaps it sounded like one of the romance novels that she so loved but to her it was all just perfect.
Actually, speaking of romance novels, she thought in a moment of clarity that made the dream disappear like a puff of thin tobacco smoke, what had ever happened to that order she placed about three weeks ago? It didn't generally take this long for them to get to her….Perhaps Aizen-taichou had seen her package and picked it up by mistake? Oh well, she'd have to ask him about it later.
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Sunday.
Kira awoke late the next morning with surprisingly not as bad of a hangover as he had been expecting. Maybe he only ever drank to excess when around other people; good to know.
The air coming in through his open window smelled of fresh rain. Kira considered spending the day lounging around in bed followed by lounging around outside but decided against it. He needed to go the office for at least a short while to see if there was anything that needed doing before he could properly enjoy his day off.
He had no real plans today. He had given up on all half-baked schemes and ideas. He had suffered quite enough humiliation and Fourth Division visits for one week. He decided he was going to take things easy today.
Or at least as easy as he could take the day with the heat building in the pit of his stomach that was just not going away right now.
He wanted Ichimaru-taichou so bad today. Maybe more than he'd ever wanted anything even compared to other times he had wanted his captain. The need was beyond just an annoying itch in the back of his mind. It was center-stage and today it had a microphone and a giant amp.
He dressed swiftly, careful to avoid as much contact with his lower regions as possible; why encourage the voice even more? With a defeated sigh he left his room to head to the Third Division offices.
As expected the office was completely empty. Ichiamru-taichou hardly showed up for work on weekdays let alone on their day off. Kira walked over to his desk, confused look on his face directed toward the neat pile of papers on his desk with a note on top.
'Oh great, not another note,' Kira thought. He knew precisely who it was from without even looking at the handwriting.
It read:
Nice of you to do all my work for me. Too bad you didn't stick around that I could thank you properly. Of course, next time you do me a favor; make sure you fill out all the papers right.
-Ichimaru Gin
He crumpled the note throwing it in the direction of the garbage can. He then looked down at the pile of paper work. Ichimaru-taichou had gone back over the papers marking all the places where Kira had made mistakes or missed something in big bold circles. The documents were so illegible now that Kira would have to rewrite them all before fixing them.
It felt like the icing on the cake to how horrible yesterday had been as Kira sat down dejectedly, pulling out some fresh paper and his ink stone.
So much for no work on Sundays.
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He was about halfway through the pile when he lost all ability to focus.
His captain's note today had mixed with the heated stares from yesterday and collided with his dreams all week to create on giant ball of unrequited tension. It felt like every second his mind strayed back to heated breath against his neck and his captain's moans that he knew so well. All of it had snowballed into a heat he could noticeably feel and it was getting past the point of ignoring.
Of course, it wasn't like anyone was here or would be coming in on a Sunday.
Without further hesitation Kira swiftly undid the white tie around his waist and then the front ties of his hakama. He parted the front of the two layers of kosode, palming himself lightly through his fundoshi. The friction felt so incredibly good he had to bite his lip hard to keep from crying out, increasing the pressure against his growing erection.
The tension soon grew to be too much to bear and he pushed the flimsy white fabric out of the way to touch himself properly. He let the front of his hakama drape lazily over his hand, enjoying the rough feel of it brushing against his knuckles and aching erection. Kira let out a shaky sigh only having to nudge his imagination a little bit in the right direction to think of his captain's bony hands on him. He used both hands, the thumb of one hand teasing the slit mercilessly as his other stroked the shaft harshly.
In his mind's eye, Ichimaru was on the floor between his spread legs touching him as his own hands were. His head was bent close to Kira's crotch, not touching but close enough that Kira could practically feel the breath near his now straining cock.
He needed it so bad now. Needed his captain's touch worse than when he had started. Maybe this wasn't the best way to relieve this impossible ache. If anything, when he increased the pace with his hands his mind strayed further to how his captain's touch would feel endlessly more satisfying and so much better than his own hands could ever do. He was so close now; he could feel his release coming and it felt so satisfying to be this close to anything remotely satisfying. Kira shifted moving his pants further down his legs to brace one leg against the edge of his desk. He bit his lip to repress a sigh, stroking himself harder with one hand as the other lightly ghosted between his thighs towards his entrance.
Kira had his eyes screwed tightly shut, focusing hard on the images his mind was supplying to go along with the rough strokes he made on his cock. He was so involved in his own little fantasy that he neither saw nor heard the door to the office slide open and then closed again.
"I-ichimaru…taichou." He moaned perhaps a little louder than he'd meant to as the tip of his finger penetrated his entrance. The images were just too powerful; oh how badly he wanted that finger to be his captain's long boney finger or better yet the slender man's cock;so full inside of him.
"Kira-kun? Are you in here? Ki—" Hinamori stopped dead in her tracks in the doorway to his office. Her eyes were disastrously glued to him as if watching some horrific train wreck that was simply too appalling to look away from.
Kira opened his eyes and almost immediately fell over in shock. He managed to not fall over but he kicked the desk hard with his foot sending several papers flying. Hinamori was barely distracted by the flurry of flying papers. She just kept staring.
Kira had never really considered suicide before. But in this moment he really wished he had brought his sword with him to work daily. He really felt like falling on it right about now. Kira tried to cover himself up more; hide his midsection under the desk. But it was too late. The damage had been done.
"Hi-hinamori-kun…" He practically panted his breath was still ragged from his interrupted exertions and even the presence of his long time friend had not been enough to banish the images of captain's naked body from his mind.
She continued to just stand there. Kira would have given anything to know the thoughts running through her head at the moment because her usually bubbly expression was deadly still. However she was beginning to blink again, that was probably a good sign.
"Hinamori-kun, I'm sorry, I didn't hear you knock—"
"No! It's okay…I just barged in!" He voice cracked a little and she spoke very fast while taking slow steps backwards. "I didn't think anyone was here…But then I heard you say Ichimaru-taichou's name…"
Oh shit, had he said that out loud? No wonder she looked so freaked out. "You can't tell anyone, Hinamori-kun, please," was the only thing he could think of to say.
"I'm not sure what I would say even." She sounded slightly in hysterics, she had stopped taking steps backwards but her behavior was flighty at best. "First the letter to me, now this, I don't know what to make of things, Kira-kun…" She looked from him, to the door then back at him. "I'm sorry, Kira-kun!" She wailed before running through the doorway, down the hall, opening and then slamming the office door again hard.
Kira sighed, trying to rub away a headache that was forming my massaging his temples. As if things with Hinamori weren't bad enough to begin with. In her distress she wouldn't tell someone would she? Perhaps Renji or even worse, Kira thought with an audible gulp, unload her concerns on the paternal listening ear of Aizen-taichou. After yesterday he figured that man was suspicious of him enough.
All thoughts of what he'd started now banished by Hinamori's intrusion he fixed his hakama and retied the sashes around his waist. His will to act on the uncomfortable feeling was gone, but the distracting frustration was still very much present.
Oh well, there was still paperwork to do.
However, he had only just begun again on the documents when he received his second interruption of the day.
"Aya? Wut're ya doing 'ere on a Sunday, Izuru?" Kira didn't even look up from the paper he was correcting but he knew automatically who it was.
"I could ask the same of you, Ichimaru-taichou." He quipped and Ichimaru seemed truly taken aback that Kira had so sardonically retorted to his little side comment.
"Yer words hurt me, Izuru. I was jus stoppin' by ta pick up some papers. 'N here I find ya, hard away at work…" He walked over to stand behind Kira, closer than Kira would have liked given he was still waging war against hormones and distractions. "Whazis? Yer fixin up those papers ya did yesterday? When I saw 'em da otha' day, I barely believed it was yer work, Izuru. So sloppy of ya to go makin' all those mistakes…Somethin'…distractin' ya from yer work?" He leaned down over Kira a little more as he talked, watching the blond's swift precise strokes on the page as he copied the document.
"No, Taichou. I was just tired I guess." He responded. It seemed another lifetime away, but perhaps a week ago he would have responded more to his captain's proximity like this, but now it did nothing but irritate him and distract him more. He knew better than to respond to it, he was being led-on. Their game was still in full swing.
"Ya should see to tha' then. Ya seem restless an' distracted. Maybe ya should take a nap, Izuru?"
Kira wondered sometimes how Ichimaru-taichou managed to read his thoughts so perfectly. He wasn't that transparent despite anything Renji had ever said to that effect. Ichimaru stepped away from Kira but the blond still blushed.
"These documents are finished, Taichou." He said setting down his brush in favor of a pile sitting neatly on his desk. "If you would please look over and see if they are satisfactory I would very much appreciate it."
He handed the pile to Ichimaru who frowned. "Yer all bizness now, Izuru…Iz no fun…" He whined but took the pile anyway and disappeared into his own office.
Kira sighed as that door closed, torn between two worlds. On one hand he was just so tired of this long drawn out game and wanted to simply bury himself in paperwork, obligations and poorly misplaced duties. Yet the other part of him wanted very much to go into his captain's office and demand his touch and get this uncomfortable frustration out of the way once and for all. But he was just so tired, tired of plotting and planning and of failing. He was tired of falling on his face and looking so stupid not just in front of Ichimaru-taichou but all the other people who had gotten wrapped up in this mess along with him.
And it was just so much easier to stay here and work on paperwork where it was safe.
So that is what Kira did.
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About two hours later, Kira was still at his desk rewriting paperwork when Ichimaru-taichou emerged from his office with a languorous stretch. "I think ya've managed ta keep me 'ere long enough on a weekend, Izuru." He commented from across the room, rolling his head from side to side slowly to loosen sore muscles. Kira watched him do this, setting his brush down to regard his captain. "Think I'm gonna go relax fer a lil' while. Maybe take a nice long bath. A good soak is excellent fer takin' the edge off a week of stress, dontcha think so, Izuru? Maybe ya should think abou' doin' the same." He smiled in Kira's direction and when Kira made no response to his long stream of remarks he turned towards the door.
"Don' work too hard, Izuru. Dere's still work in da mornin' tomorrow too, ya know. It'll be Monday again." With that he left, leaving Kira to his own devices.
That's right, as of tomorrow it would have been a whole week since Ichimaru had confronted him at his desk and put it upon Kira to seduce him. It had been a whole week of frustration, misinterpretation, accidents and mistakes. Maybe Ichimaru-taichou was right, he needed a long bath.
Wait a minute, a long bath. Ichimaru was headed there and if Kira left now maybe he could—
Kira stood from his desk not even bothering to clean the ink out of his brush, a document sitting on his desk half done left suspended in mid-sentence.
He hurried out of the office and caught up enough to Ichimaru-taichou that he could see him in the distance, choosing to follow at a far enough gap that his captain hopefully couldn't sense that he was being followed. Kira was after all trying very hard to mask his reiatsu.
Kira followed him through twisting and turning paths of Seireitei in a direction that went out of the Third Division. Finally, his captain stopped in front of a building, opening the door and disappearing inside.
Kira lingered for a moment outside, at first hesitant about entering. A sign next to the door read:
Private Bath House
Captains only.
This building was the bath house for all ranking officers in Seireitei. Each division had it's own much humbler bathing amenities but one of the perks of being in a seated position or higher was access to this bath house. However, captains had their own back entrance that supposedly led to a private bathing area, separate from the main floor. However Kira had never been in this entrance, after all, he wasn't a captain.
He was concerned about being seen. Maybe he could sneak around the Eleventh Division grounds unnoticed but all of the captains knew his face if not knew him personally. Thankfully, Kira's sense of logic was always with him, ready to answer any shadow of doubt.
There were only thirteen captains in all of Seireitei, what were the chances that more than one was using the bath houses in the middle of the day?
Kira was willing to take that gamble; he pushed open the door disappearing into the building.
Upon entering, he realized this might have been a mistake. He took off his sandals and tabi in the foyer. Fortunately he noticed that his assumption had been correct. There was only one other pair of abandoned sandals in the foyer, clearly belonging to Ichimaru-taichou. However he realized as he padded into the main entrance area that he had nothing with him for bathing. Thirteen recesses surrounded the walls of the circular room almost like a miniature model of the layout of Seireitei. Of course, his captain's box was empty; clearly in use and so Kira stood for a moment wondering what to do.
He glanced around for a second as if expecting he was being watched before sneaking over to the Thirteenth Division Captain's space and took from it a bar of soap and a comb he found there. He figured of any of the captains, given the off chance Ukitake-taichou decided to use the baths at this precise moment the kind shinigami, would be most likely to forgive his transgression.
Kira grabbed a washcloth from a stack of towels on his way through the next door into the changing room.
Upon entering he realized he should've entered more stealthily in case his captain was still in this area but like the previous room, no one was here. He saw Ichimaru-taichou's clothes hanging on a peg a little down the chamber and swiftly disrobed himself. Once naked he approached the sliding door into the baths quietly. He grabbed a wooden bucket that was sitting next to the door which he placed the washcloth and soap in and then slid the door open just enough to peek through.
The room was brightly lit and across the large open space he could see Ichimaru already sitting in the bath with his back thankfully to the door. Kira pushed the door open fully and stepped into the bathing area, shutting the door behind him. He held his bucket modestly over his crotch although his captain did not stir at the sound of the door.
Kira's heart pounded loudly in his ears in contrast to the soft sounds he made as he walked across the room to the washing faucets. Were he on his own time he would have usually put for the effort to wash thoroughly. However he was still nervous about another captain coming into the bath not to mention Ichimaru-taichou was sitting right there; didn't he hear the water running? Kira kept looking nervously over his shoulder as he rinsed the "borrowed" soap off of his body before rinsing the washcloth with colder water. He left the bucket by the faucets and carried only the washcloth with him which he once again draped in front of his crotch in some last ditch effort of modesty.
He approached Ichimaru from behind and slightly to the left. When he had gotten close he attempted to speak as evenly as he could. "I-Ichimaru-taichou…do you mind if I join you?" He asked lamely. At his name Ichimaru finally turned around, slanted eyes regarding the blond behind him.
"Hn? What'cha doin' here, Izuru?" His smile grew a little wider at the blond's blush. "Dis is a private bath, ya know? Cap'ns only er didja not read the sign?" He teased. Kira began to stammer an apology. "I'm only, kiddin', Izuru…I ain't gonna tell on ya. No need ta take it all so seriously." He chuckled a little and Kira's blush subsided, but only a shade. "Ya need ta loosen up more." He added as an after thought before turning back around with his back to Kira again.
Kira nodded and stepped to the side to ease slowly into the very hot water. He held the washcloth in front of himself until he had slipped into the water past his waist to sit about a meter from Ichimaru-taichou.
Ichimaru smirked a bit at Kira's seemingly misplaced modesty. He supposed a week of little to no contact with the blond had hurt his little vice-captain more than he would have at first thought. Kira paid Ichimaru's smirk no mind and folded the washcloth on his head which was still cold from the water he had washed it with.
Kira sighed and let his eyes slide shut as the feeling of the hot water started to work wonders on the stress he hadn't even known he'd been carrying. Of course, sitting even this close to Ichimaru naked for the first time in a week was doing other things to his concentration but Kira tried not to dwell on that lest his thoughts permutate in a visible way.
Silence stretched out like an eternity between them. Kira wasn't sure what to say but luckily, or perhaps unluckily, Ichimaru-taichou always had something to say. "Water sure feels nice, eh Izuru?" He said trying to coax conversation out of the blond that had been rather lacking not only in this moment but throughout the entire week.
"Yes, Taichou. It's very relaxing." He commented, nodding a little.
"Jus' feels like it could wash away all da stresses of the week, don't it?" He gestured with one hand, disturbing the calm surface of the water. "Ya don' look very relax'd tho'…" He remarked with a light frown. Kira was looking off into the distance towards the other side of the bath but he could see out of the corner of his eye Ichimaru-taichou turning more to face him.
"I've just got a lot on my mind." Kira answered truthfully with a sigh.
"Well ya know, sometimes da best cure fer a busy mind is an idle body. Ya gotta just loosen up an' let it all go…jus' feel what's around ya." Perhaps it was the sensual tone with which Ichimaru spoke amplified by the sedative mood of the bath but Kira shivered lightly at those words.
Then again it could have also been the thin, bony hand that had now migrated to his shoulder. Kira wasn't sure when Ichimaru-taichou had moved closer but when he turned his head to look at his captain he seemed so much closer than before.
"Maybe ya jus' need help getting 'dere, eh?" He squeezed Kira's shoulder a little harder than was comfortable and Kira hissed softly. "Ooo, ya've got a lotta tension built up back 'ere. I could try 'n get some'a that out fer ya, would ya like that, Izuru?"
Another hand joined the first on Kira's other shoulder unbidden and Kira sighed when those hands gently dug into his skin. "Yes, Taichou…" He spoke softly and he could see the smirk in his minds eye combined with the sound of disturbed water as Ichimaru moved closer.
Ichimaru offered no verbal response and instead kneaded his fingers into the back of Kira's shoulders again and again, pressing the heels of his hands into Kira's back moving in an outward pattern. Kira let out a shaky sigh under the firm touch. He was positively lost in the relaxing warmth of the more innocent side of his captain's talented hands.
"Tha' feel good, Izuru?" He asked conversationally. Kira's breath hitched when Ichimaru's thumbs pressed into a particularly tense knot, massaging over it lightly with his other fingers in contrast.
Kira buckled a little, arching forward. He surprisingly managed to catch the washcloth that slipped off of his forehead and set it down without a second thought on the edge of the bath. Those hands continued a slow rhythm of kneading into his back and it was taking all of Kira's strength to keep from panting let alone be able to muster the strength to speak. "Ah…yes Tai—" Ichimaru's thumbs pushed hard into the back of his neck right below the first bump of his spine and Kira let out an unrestrained groan. "Oh god…Taichou."
Kira wondered absently if he could get off on these touches alone. The effects of his captain's hands were already mutating into a steadily growing erection spurred on the sounds escaping his own mouth that were decidedly not innocent.
"Ya sure got a lotta pressure built up back 'ere. Surprised it hasn't…exploded yet~" His hands pushed rhythmically into Kira's shoulders, slowly moving lower to accentuate every word. Kira brought a hand in front of his mouth to try and conceal the noise he was making. "No need ta hol' back, Izuru. Jus' let it go…" His hands slid across the skin stretched taut over Kira's back pushing ever towards the center of the blond's spine.
"Please, Taichou…" Kira all but moaned, leaning forward a little to allow Ichimaru better range and also to hide the evidence of the touch's effect on his body.
"Whaddya wan', Izuru~?" His voice lilted playing with the syllables of Kira's name, his hands kneading his back in small handfuls up towards his shoulders again.
"Just-just stop for a second…" He said and shifted a little out of Ichimaru's grasp. Ichimaru couldn't help and hide his displeasure at the blond's actions with a small frown.
"I do somethin' wrong?" He said all innocence and childish helplessness. Kira turned and gave him a withered expression.
Ichimaru's hands settled again somewhere in the vicinity of his lap beneath the surface of the water. His smile was surprisingly more serene than usual, lacking in the sarcastic edges that usually clung to the sides of his face.
"No, Ichimaru-taichou…I just—" He couldn't think of the words he was trying to say. So instead he edged a little closer to his captain and almost timidly covered those smiling lips with his own. No matter how chaste, the kiss felt searingly hot; a combination of the warm water that surrounded them and the frustration of too many kisses too few and far between in the last week.
Kira's moved with a forceful insistence against Ichimaru's lips and he was too delighted at the dominance the blond showed to not allow Kira to press his tongue into his mouth. It was Kira though who groaned at the sensation sidling closer to Ichimaru as their tongues slid together in the shared space of their mouths. Kira's hands traced first up to hold the sides of Ichimaru's face lightly and then he was boldly moving to climb into his captain's lap. Ichimaru let him do so and once the blond was settled his hands came to settle on half-submerged hips, kneading greedily into supple skin as he had with Kira's shoulders.
Kira pressed his body against Ichimaru's and the blond's hard erection pressed against the other's stomach. Kira broke the kiss with a sound between a groan and a whimper to which Ichimaru took a sharp intake of breath.
Kira's eyes fluttered open slowly which he hadn't even realized he had closed. The sight he was met with was enough to steal away what little breath he was struggling to regain.
Ichimaru reclined slightly against the edge of the bath, one arm propped up on the stone mouth of it, the other arm still possessively slung around the blond's hip. His red eyes were open fully, all severity and danger with a strong undercurrent of barely held in check lust.
Kira shivered lightly under that gaze, only able to meet such an intense look for a few seconds before dropping his vision to the pale expanse of his captain's chest. Ichimaru's hand trailed slowly up his hip and then away to grasp Kira's hand that fell lamely to his side.
"Seems ta me yer wound up in more'an jus one way." He said barely above a whisper as if in respect for the mood that had fallen over them. Kira scoffed a little because his captain always stated the obvious, even when it was so painfully true.
"Hn, maybe I am." Kira commented. His other hand that wasn't tangled with Ichimaru's reached between their bodies and beneath the water to palm Ichimaru's half-hard sex. "But I don't think I'm the only one." He said figuring two could play at the obvious game.
That hand did not stop its ministrations even as that classic grin spread back over Ichimaru's face and his eyes slid shut again and he tried to speak. "Naa, ya just have tha' kinda—hn! Effect on me, Izuru…" His words came out with a half restrained biting strength that did more to embolden Kira than the struggling lilt to his captain's voice.
"I guess I might have to do something about that." Kira said lowly. Ichimaru loved it when he got this way. Sex did one of two things to Kira; either it turned him dark and masculine; all grunts of exertion and low, husky tones. Or it made him feminine; with every touch to pale white skin bringing gasps and moans out of him that Ichimaru wasn't sure he'd ever heard a woman match the high pitch of. But it was like this that he liked Kira best, when he could hear the danger and power in his tone; no matter how real or imagined that power actually was.
"Ya'd better." Ichimaru said with a cant of his hips up into Kira's hand. To Kira a hand seemed to appear out of nowhere on his erection and he moaned loudly when that hand formed a loose cage for him to thrust up in to. Kira's chin settled on his captain's shoulder, breath coming in short puffs against his heated skin and ear. Ichimaru tightened his grip on Kira's sex a little and the blond cried out, burying his head in the crook of his captain's neck. He tried his best to keep up a pleasing rhythm with his own hand on Ichimaru's cock but the sensations flooding through his system were really too much for him to handle more than thrusting upwards mindlessly and panting into the smooth expanse of skin before him.
Ichimaru did not so much hear or see the door slide open as much as he felt the stern, controlled flow of reiatsu drift into the room. Kira heard nothing over the sound of his own moaning and Ichimaru's ragged breath in his ear.
Sightless eyes rested on the couple in the bath. "Ichimaru."
Kira nearly fell off of Ichimaru in surprise, jumping away from him as if he was on fire. His reiatsu flared in his shock and when he looked up to notice that their intruder was Tousen-taichou it was too late to try and mask it again. He averted his eyes almost immediately in embarrassment because of course, Tousen was naked.
"One does not need eyes, Ichimaru, to know that this guest's presence is unacceptable." Tousen said evenly and Kira reflexively sank deeper into the bath as if that could save him from the probing feel of the other captain's reiatsu that was straining like hands on his skin to place Kira's identity.
'Yeah, butcha do need eyes ta know what we were doin'…' Ichimaru thought with a defiant smirk. "Maa, I just invited him fer a lil' soak Tousen…tai...chou~" He enunciated the last syllables of Tousen's title because he knew well enough that the darker man hated the playful tone ever present in his voice. He said it did not inspire trust and honor; really Ichimaru didn't care. Ichimaru reached out to stroke Kira's cheek lightly and Kira flinched, giving Ichimaru a frightened look that he would still act this way in another's presence.
"Guests are not permitted." Tousen addressed Ichimaru directly for the last time instead turning his sightless gaze in the direction of Kira. "Kira, you are a man of good standing with law and order, surely you understand your transgression."
It took Kira a moment to respond and it seemed to him that Ichimaru was going to say something to the effect of 'pick on someone your own size' given the frown on his face but Kira spoke before his captain could voice his complaint. "I'm deeply sorry, Tousen-taichou. I deserve no forgiveness." He said in the most formal speech he could muster at the moment. He was after all still battling the only slightly flagging erection he had been tending to just moments before.
In the time between Kira's apology and whatever Tousen-taichou's verdict was to be, Ichimaru leaned close to speak into Kira's ear. The feel of that hot breath in his ear was enough to bring his erection back to throbbing life let alone the words that were spoken.
"Yer gonna leave, Izuru? An' I was all ready ta say ya'd won an' give ya what ya want too…" He whined and it took all of Kira's strength to not moan at the power those words had on him. He got away with a shiver as Ichimaru withdrew to a more respectable distance.
Then Kira remembered that Tousen-taichou was still mulling over his judgment. "I believe you to be a man of your word, Kira. Your misbehavior is forgiven if you will correct the wrong you have committed." He spoke slowly, each word with obvious deliberation as if the thought of excusing such a misdeed were unthinkable but against his better judgment he was making an exception.
Kira knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth and despite his own better judgment he got out of the bath, holding the washcloth he had abandoned earlier to his privates despite the blindness of his and Ichimaru's guest. He wanted so desperately to stay but knew it was utterly out of the question and the forces that pulled at either end of the equation were slowly tearing him apart at the seams.
Tousen moved slightly out of the way of the door allowing space for Kira to move and pick up his bucket from earlier as well. "Return Ukitake's things to the proper place as well, Kira." Kira nearly jumped at Tousen's words and hurried faster out of the room wondering just how the Captain had figured that out without the use of his sight. Kira slid the door open and closed swiftly and he was gone.
"Ichimaru."
Ichimaru sighed. "Naa, ya must be hangin' out more wit' Aizen-taichou, Kaname-san. Yer getting' good at ruinin' ma fun."
"If it involves breaking laws it will always be my duty to stop your fun." He responded coldly, heading over to the faucets to wash. Behind him Ichimaru chuckled darkly.
"But is was fer a betta' good, ya know? Ya'd know a little abou' breakin' da rules fer tha'…wouldncha?"
Tousen did not dignify that with any sort of response. He washed quickly and then stepped into the bath, sitting a good way away from the fox-faced captain.
"Speaking of Aizen-taichou, has he spoken with you as of late?" Tousen asked, but it was hardly conversational.
Ichimaru frowned. "Not abou' anythin' I'm at liberty ta share wit' others…~" Ichimaru teased, his fingers drawing light circles in the surface of the water. He was truly sorry for the loss of Kira's presence; he made much better company in a bath than his current company.
"Very well, I will have to ask him myself."
Had Tousen not been blind, he would have been privy to a very rare sight. Ichimaru's eyes had opened slightly into a hauntingly dangerous slant that he usually only reserved for people he was about to tear to pieces with a flourish of Shinsou. As it were, his voice came out barely controlled and possessive. "Ya won' get a thing outta him."
As he could only go by verbal cue and the suddenly tenser feel of reiatsu pulled taut and reigned in his reply was perhaps a little cocky. "We'll see."
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Back in his quarters, Kira couldn't find the strength to do really anything.
It was still very early, too early to go to sleep and his mind raced with what could have been back in the bath house. He didn't want to hate Tousen-taichou, his honor wouldn't let him hate Tousen-taichou.
But if Ichimaru would have told him he was going to murder the other captain for them to keep from being disturbed, Kira didn't think he would have had the heart to stop him.
It was perhaps all the hyperbole of his overworked, past-the-point-of-no-return stressed out and above all else sexually repressed body but Kira couldn't deny the ounce of truth he found in those thoughts.
He didn't have the heart to put his uniform on and go seek out Renji or Hisagi for a drink although he felt he desperately needed one. The presence of anyone other than his captain at this point would probably only exacerbate his growing need to just be touched by those ghostly white, bony hands.
…And his captain's hands had always been so talented.
For about the millionth time since he had returned, he looked at the clock on his desk wondering if his captain was back in his quarters yet. Would Tousen-taichou actually want to talk to him? Kira rather doubted it since most of the other captains (with the exception of Aizen-taichou) seemed to avoid Ichimaru like he carried the plague.
But diseased or not, Kira required that man with him now above any other person in all the Gotei 13. Let Hinamori and Matsumoto call it needy even if they had the object of his affections a little off it was true, but Kira couldn't bring himself to care because the need overpowered all other emotions.
Kira didn't care what time it was, he was going to his captain's quarters now whether the man was there or not.
He got up from the floor where he had been lying; he'd tried lying down on his futon but he hadn't been sleepy, and walked over to his closet sifting through the contents for something to wear.
His uniform was in a crumpled pile on the floor, he had taken it off almost as soon as he had walked through the door and he didn't feel like putting it back on. The spring night air blowing in through his open window felt cool against his naked skin and so he selected from the drawer a dark green kimono made of heavy cotton that had a subtle bamboo pattern on it.
Kira grabbed an obi of dark brown and tied it quickly, only faltering once because his mind was in such a different place than tying clothing despite how well he knew each step. He straightened the front a little and then went to the door to retrieve his tabi and the sandals he had cast off at the door.
He couldn't have recalled even if he tried the things that ran through his mind at a million miles an hour as he walked the familiar paths around the Third Division. Before he could even fathom it he was standing at his captain's quarters and knocking on the door. His captain answered the door after a moment, dressed in just the white and black kosode of his uniform as if he had been in the process of undressing when his visitor arrived.
"Izuru…well dis is unexpected." He drawled and Kira wasn't sure whether or not it was sarcasm. His captain moved from the door frame giving him space to enter.
Ichimaru slid the door shut and within the well lit space of what was his captain's living room Kira could feel his eyes on him.
"Festival clothes?" Ichimaru chuckled, "But we ain't goin' to anotha' festival fer a few months, Izuru…"
Kira blushed a little but his resolve was past the point of falling on its face now. "Would you have preferred I had come in nothing at all?" He asked frankly. Perhaps it was his imagination, but he thought he heard Ichimaru audibly shiver and then there were cold arms draped around his neck and shoulders.
"S'ppose ya coulda done tha'…be cold tho' wouldn' it? Yer shihakushou woulda been jus' fine…." His voice was low in Kira's ear making idle conversation towards no specific point.
"Taichou…" He breathed and then pulled away from Ichimaru to face him. "I'm sorry, sir, I just can't play this game anymore…" He looked genuinely sorry, usually so expressive blue eyes were focused solely on the pattern of the tatami beneath his feet. "I'm just all out of good ideas as to how to…seduce you." He said the last part slowly; the words seemed so odd coming out of his mouth. "I don't expect you to accept this…but I beg you! Please…just take me as I am. I can't—I can't do this anymore…"
He fell to his knees in a humbled, degenerate heap. Kira's forehead touched the floor in as low a bow as was possible short of lying on the floor.
Ichimaru's smile was softer than his usual smirk, not that Kira could see it from his position of examining the straw of the tatami. He squatted in front of the blonde, two fingers reaching out to tilt Kira's head up off the floor to meet his gaze.
"Ya neva' had ta do nothin' special fer me, Izuru. Yer cute jus' on yer own." Kira looked confusedly at his captain, then off to the side and then back to that smile.
"But, I thought I had to be like you and—"
Ichimaru waved his other hand that wasn't holding Kira's face dismissively. "Psh, nah…If I wanted ta be seduced by maself I woulda made a pass at Aizen-taichou." He said with a sly smile but Kira wasn't exactly sure how to take that.
Had Aizen done anything to Ichimaru? It made him a little uneasy to think about it, especially when he felt so vulnerable here in his captain's embrace. He chose to beat those demons away with a kind smile.
"See? Now tha's the cute lil' Izuru ya know I like~" Kira sat up a little more until he was a little less than eye level with his captain. The hand that had been tipping his head dropped to the upper edge of his obi, playing lightly with the textured brown silk.
"Really?" Kira implored.
Ichimaru was getting a little sick of praising his vice-captain; it wasn't usually in his nature, but he figured Kira needed it and he was willing, at least a little, to indulge.
"'Course I wouldn' mind ma innocent lil' fukutaichou all done up in those clothes ya were in yesterday neither…" He wasn't surprised when a blush tinted Kira's cheeks at his suggestion but the blond still maintained that sweet smile and looked up to meet his eyes. Or at least would have met his eyes were they open but it was the act of really looking at his captain that impressed Ichimaru.
Maybe Kira really had gained some confidence out of all this.
However there was a long moment of silence which grew tenser and tenser until Kira finally averted his eyes. "I-Ichimaru-taichou…I came here to ask—" The blond was silenced by a thin finger pressed lightly to his lips.
"I heard ya the firs' time, Izuru. I think we both kno' why yer here anyways. Got some unfinished buziness from the bath earlia', nee?" The blush deepened across Kira's face but that embarrassment did not stop him from parting his lips slightly to draw that finger poised at his mouth into that warm cavern to graze lightly against the tip.
"Hn." Ichimaru smirked when he pulled his finger away and Kira leaned forward towards that retreating hand. There was another almost too sweet smile and it didn't take a genius to read Kira's expression. There was so much need and want built up that it had driven him to come all the way here, to say the things he had said and put action to those plans throughout the week. But deep down he was still the same vice-captain Ichimaru knew.
Above all else those eyes said he had little confidence in his own ability. Even now he was waiting patiently for Ichimaru-taichou to close the distance between them. He finally did and couldn't suppress the smirk of satisfaction at the contented sigh from Kira that escaped in between their lips.
No, Kira hadn't changed at all, he thought as those tentative lips pushed against his own only darting his tongue out to tangle with his captain's when he felt the other's tongue brush against his lips for entrance. Ichimaru wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing that he hadn't really learned his lesson.
But then Kira made that high pitched whimpering noise through his nose as Ichimaru all but occupied the entire space of his mouth with darting tongue and the sound of it made him want to take the blonde all the more.
He decided with a certain finality that he liked it better this way anyway.
Kira's hands clutched desperately to Ichimaru's shoulders as they kissed. He felt Ichimaru shift slightly to kneel on the floor with Kira making the angle of their kiss easier. Kira's tongue slid in delicate patterns against the other mans making the heady feeling of pleasure spin higher and higher out of control. Kissing Ichimaru always felt this way but with the addition of the unusually long length of time between their couplings as of late Kira felt all the more overwhelmed with anticipation and lust. The heavy cotton he had worn to keep out the cold suddenly felt too warm and too close for the heat that rushed through his body when Ichimaru's hands settled on his waist, kneading into too thin sides.
He let out a sigh into Ichimaru's mouth and the other pulled away to nip and lick at the shell of Kira's ear.
"Hah…nnnm-taichou…please!" Kira moaned as Ichimaru's hands crawled all over the small of his back, working open the obi that held him back from viewing Kira's skin. Ichimaru had buried his face in Kira's neck, grazing teeth lightly over his pulse point.
"Whaddya want, Izuru?" His innocent tone was shaded darker with the hint of lust there that Kira picked up on contentedly. He chuckled at Izuru's only response; a reedy moan when Ichimaru's lips sucked hard on the spot he had just been teasing. "Ya wan' me ta take ya? Righ' here on ma livin' room floor?" He eyed the contents of the room, "or wouldja prefer it on tha' table ova' there?"
Kira shivered and blushed. Ichimaru continued to lap at his neck where a spot was growing dark with his attention making it all the harder for Kira to respond. He blushed. "Can..can we do it in—ah!" Ichimaru's hand grabbed his rear a little possessively, "Can we do it in your room?…Ichimaru-taichou."
Ichimaru pulled back much to Kira's mixed relief and disappointment. "A'right bu' if we do ya gotta do something' fer me in return…Think of it as a sorta…payment fer me takin' ova' fer ya." He drawled, pulling at Kira's obi again which he had worked open to hang loosely wrapped several times around his waist. Kira couldn't hide the worry on his face at his captain's words. Whatever he was hinting at Kira knew it couldn't bode well for him. He didn't have to think on it to long as Ichimaru finally continued. "No more a' this 'Ichimaru-taichou' this er 'Taichou' that. Yer gonna say ma firs' name when ya address me, a'righ'?"
Kira was slightly hesitant. "A-all night?" Kira questioned knowing from the stern look Ichimaru-taichou was giving him that the answer was obvious. Usually Ichimaru had to all but force Kira to use his personal name; something about using it, even when there were in rather personal settings unnerved Kira and made it all the more difficult to say.
Ichimaru read Kira's face as easily as one of Hinamori's gay erotica novels. "I 'no ya don't like ta…Bu' tha's ma only rule." He wagged a finger at Kira, before trailing it down his cheek in a mixture or contemplation and sensuality. "Don' worry tho'," hi eyes slipped open and he fixed Kira with a knowing glance, "I'll give ya a reason ta be screamin' it."
Kira moaned at the insinuation and lips closed over his again, crashing together like harsh waves in a storm. Too soon for his taste Ichimaru was pulling away and standing up.
"Ya comin', Izuru?" He asked, bending over a bit at the blond still sitting on the floor.
Kira nodded and tried to stand up. His obi started to fall off, threatening to take his kimono with it and so he placed a hand on his waist to hold it in place and moved to follow his captain who had already walked off to disappear into his bedroom.
Once inside, Kira closed the sliding door and a hand yanked hard on the strip of brown fabric Kira held to his waist, wrenching it from his grip. The obi slipped more and loosened until Ichimaru let it go and it thumped to the floor. Instantly Kira's kimono fell slightly open, just enough to reveal a long strip of white flesh all the way down his front.
"So we're in ma room. Where'dja have in mind exac'ly?" Ichimaru cooed; all innocence back in his voice as if he had no idea what Kira wanted them in his room for.
"Um…on your bed, Ichima—" he was interrupted by an accusatory finger and a sharp tutting noise his captain made, "Gin…" he corrected.
A smile instantly replaced that critical expression. "Maa, Izuru's so boring….Not even up agains' the wall?" He intoned and the blond blushed as Ichimaru closed in on him, pressing him up against the wall with the weight of his body in shameless suggestion.
"That's alright…" Kira shivered as Ichimaru pushed the kimono from Kira's shoulders and it pooled on the floor. His hands settled comfortably on Ichimaru's waist as his captain closed in on his neck again, this time on the opposite side from the dark reddish purple mark on Kira's pale skin. Ichimaru's hands roamed the blond's chest affectionately, hips grinding none too subtly into Kira's side. Kira let out a low moan and widened his stance against the wall a little bit to allow Ichimaru to slip a leg between his own. The inside of his naked thigh rubbed deliciously against Ichimaru and he clung tighter to his captain.
Suddenly the leg between his own was removed but before Kira could protest he saw Ichimaru bending over to kiss his shoulder, then his clavicle, down the center of his chest then detour to the side to lap at a pert, pink nipple while thin fingers ghosted over its twin.
Kira took in sharp breath as that hand left his chest, trailing down in a mock game of Itsy Bitsy Spider to join his other hand at Kira's hips. Ichimaru's mouth switched to sucking hard on the nub his hand had just abandoned. Kira's hands hung lamely at his sides trying to grip the plain wall for purchase but when Ichimaru's teeth instead grazed over that sensitive flesh Kira cried out, hands instantly threading through fine, silver hair.
Kira's heavy breathing turned into a low strangled moan as one of his captain's hands left his hip to palm firmly at his already hard erection straining against the thin white fabric of his fundoshi. That teasing hand backed off a little in pressure to stroke gently in counter rhythm to the tongue torturing Kira's nipple making it virtually impossible for Kira to not think about what that tongue would have felt like elsewhere.
He didn't have to imagine it for long. Although Kira's eyes were squeezed closed tight he could feel Ichimaru abandoning his nipple in favor of drawing an intricate pattern down his chest as his captain sank to his knees. Kira shuddered deeply as those hands untangled the back of his fundoshi, straying over bare butt cheeks with far too light touches. Ichimaru mouthed the front of the white fabric with open carnality, tongue rubbing wonderfully against the rough fabric. Kira's head thunked back against the wall and the low moan followed. The blond's hands gripped tightly at his shoulders to keep from falling forward in the heady sensation, his legs shaking.
"Ha-ahh…Taichou…please!" He begged, squeezing the man's shoulders needily through the fabric of his captain's loosening kosode. He groaned when Ichimaru pulled away entirely to look up at Kira through half lidded eyes, frowning. Those red eyes had turned darker by open desire yet still held their severe dangerousness.
"If ya wan' this, Izuru, ya gotta at leas' play the game…" He whined and his head was still so close too Kira's need, too close that he groaned again at the feeling hoping to entice his captain back to what he had been doing.
Ichimaru was not having any of it despite the fact that Kira's desperate noises were affecting him. He resisted the growing need to touch himself through his clothing and instead shot Kira a mock -innocent look. "Maa, Izuru, jus' say ma name…bein' overly difficult 'bout this'll getcha kicked out again~…"
Kira stiffened a bit at that and his loosened fundoshi slipped down another inch, revealing smooth hips and the beginning of fine blond curls. "G-gin…" He managed, legs beginning to quake again, "p-please, I need you…" His voice was barely above a whisper and hardly more than a suggestion at what he wanted. He shook his hips a little in an attempt to be a little more direct and Ichimaru smirked widely.
"Alwayz so obedient, ma lil' Izuru." He nuzzled Kira's crotch in mock affection, fundoshi slipping down a little further. His hands slithered back up Kira's pale thighs, thin fingers hooking around the sides of the twisted white cloth and yanking the final piece of clothing apart to puddle at Kira's feet in a long tangled ribbon with his discarded kimono. The blond blushed for the sake of his nudity under his captain's searing gaze and his eyes slid shut not wanting to meet that stare for too long. Ichimaru chortled quietly. He paid Kira's tightly screwed shut eyes little mind as he wrapped one hand languidly around the erection in front of his face. Kira let out a shivered sigh as Ichimaru stroked him which turned into an uncontrolled moan when a tongue darted out to lick away the liquid gathering at the tip.
He added a bit more pressure with his tongue, swirling around the tip before licking up and down the entire length. A hand flew from Ichimaru's shoulder up to his own mouth to stifle a punctuated gasp as lips descended over the tip and tongue swirled around the ridge of the head of his cock. Ichimaru's hands moved to steady the blond's hips and give him better purchase as his mouth slid over hard but smooth as velvet flesh. He bobbed his head on Kira's length bringing it a little further into his mouth with each intake. Ichimaru's tongue drew intricate patterns along the underside, pressing hard against the visible vein running up the middle. Ichimaru pushed Kira farther into his mouth and then down his throat, easily suppressing his gag reflex as Kira whispered a string of curses.
Kira's whole body felt on fire and even around his hand he panted and whimpered breathily at each bob of his captain's head. Kira had managed to open his eyes just a little and the sight was enough to make him moan Ichimaru's name—his first name, he was trying so hard to be good—in the form of a breathy plea. At the sound of his name, red eyes flashed up to meet Kira's own, lips forming a tight smirk around the base of his erection. Kira shakily placed a hand at the back of Ichimaru's head, carding through fine strands of liquid silver.
He began to move his head again over Kira's erection and the blond moaned at the renewed sensation. So wrapped up in the feel of that incredible mouth Kira hardly realized the quickening of his breath or the slow crescendo of his moans as Ichimaru brought him hurtling closer to his release. Suddenly, he was pulling away entirely and Kira groaned as he had been so so close and now the painful need for relief was worse than ever.
"G-Gin?" He questioned at length as his captain just sat there, leaning back on his hands to observe Kira's nudity as he stood unmoved against the wall.
"Yer close righ'? But yer doin' such a good job followin' the rules howz-about ya get down here with me an' I give ya whatcha really want, hm?" Ichimaru suggested in a playful tone. Kira noticed how slurred his speech had become even from its usual level of incomprehensibility and knew that meant his captain was equally aroused.
Kira obeyed silently and slipped past Ichimaru who remained sitting on the floor as Kira maneuvered over to his captain's soft mattress. He sat for a moment with his back to his captain as he heard movement behind him, the sound of a chest opening, stuff being moved about and then shut. Kira lay down on his stomach on forearms and knees knowing it was the position Ichimaru wanted him in. He rearranged the pillow under his arms nervously as he could hear the sound of clothes shifting over flesh; a sign that Ichimaru-taichou was disrobing with his usual precision and grace.
He felt the other man's weight fall to the bed and then there was a gentle prod with strong hands on the blond's inner thighs urging his legs further apart. Kira shook slightly in anticipation, repositioning himself to his captain's likings. Thin hands settled on his bottom and spread pale cheeks.
He gasped loudly when the thing that teased his entrance was decidedly not a long thin finger. It felt much too warm, wet and just too big to be those smooth pale digits. The wet heat came again this time brushing all along the crack and he could feel ticklish strands of silver hair ghosting against his backside. He moaned and buried his head in the pillow upon realizing it was his captain's tongue that now teased his entrance. This was an entirely new feeling for Kira and as that tongue ran hard over the ridges of his puckered hole whatever sounds he had been able to bottle up before were wrenched from his control.
Kira all but screamed when the tip of that tongue penetrated him, swirling around the tight entrance before pushing shallowly in and out in short sharp pulses.
Kira buried his head further into the pillow. He could feel the heat of a permanent blush creeping over his face and down his neck as Ichimaru moved one hand from parting Kira to glide across the sensitive skin between his entrance and balls and stroke mercilessly.
The blond's breath came in short gasps. He had to lift his head up off the pillow again for fear of suffocating. He knew he was very close and tried to clear his throat to warn Ichimaru but that tongue was still writing inside of him in a way that felt full in such a different and wonderful way and the words died in his throat in the form of a groan.
"Ha! Ah…oh, gods please!" He finally managed enough air to beg although he wasn't sure what he was begging for exactly. The hand still on his hip pulled Kira back further towards that talented mouth and the blond saw spots behind his vision as he came all over his stomach and the sheets below with a low moan of satisfaction. He sagged against the soft sheets, coming down from his high. He could feel Ichimaru shifting and then moving Kira bonelessly to lie on his back, head against the pillows.
Ichimaru slid up beside him; cool skin an ironic contrast to Kira's over-heated body. His hand played idly and almost affectionately with Kira's disheveled bangs. Kira's eyes fluttered open which he hadn't realized had been previously closed. Ichimaru-taichou filled the entirety of his vision, hovering over him with a smile.
"Ya like tha', Izuru?" He asked, burying his head in Kira's shoulder and licking the sweat that collected in the hollow of his shoulder; Kira shuddered. "I didn' even have ta touch ya~" He added with a pleased lilt.
Kira wasn't sure how to respond other than the sharp blush that colored his cheeks. Ichimaru's hands roamed his sides and settled on his hips. Kira was slightly ashamed to realize his body was already beginning to respond to the continuous touch. Ichimaru seemed to notice too which only heightened Kira's embarrassment as he had now shifted to being entirely on top of the blond instead of just leaning over him. He settled between slightly parted milky colored thighs, pushing them farther apart with his knees. Kira aided him readily lifting his legs and spreading them wide making the silver haired man chuckle darkly.
"Maa, Izuru's always so compliant…But yer not too good at sayin' whatcha want, are ya?" That ever present smile stayed fixed on his face as a hand cascaded his thin frame and wrapped resolutely around his half hard cock dragging a strangled moan from the blond.
"Please…" He began between pants, the hand thankfully leaving his erection to allow him to think but moments later those fingers circled his entrance instead. "Hah-ah….I need you…in me." He said barely above a mumble. "Gin…" He added half as an afterthought and half as a quiet plea as those fingers, two at a time pressed into him and filled him.
The fingers moved in and out of him in swift precision, joined by a third only a few seconds later when Kira began pushing back against the intrusion. Ichimaru removed his fingers and moved to kneel between Kira's spread legs. He pulled over with him a small vial of clear liquid which he had retrieved earlier from the chest. He spread some of the contents over his erection as Kira watched with rapt attention, a look of knowing anticipation written in his expression.
Ichimaru repositioned Kira once again, leaning over the blond to nip lightly at his neck. To his surprise one of Kira's arms wrapped around Ichimaru's back the other reaching out to clasp Ichimaru's own hand braced against the bed. The action was perhaps a little too affectionate for his own taste, but Kira was begging again in small, breathy, whispered pleas as his cock brushed against the cleft of his ass.
Ichimaru pushed in in one fluid motion with a softly repressed sigh that made Kira shudder to the very core. He scrambled for better purchase on Ichimaru's shoulder, squeezing his captain's clenched fist a little harder. Ichimaru began a torturously slow pace, pulling nearly completely out before slamming back into Kira with a force that knocked the wind out of him in the form of a groan. His legs wrapped loosely around Ichimaru's waist trying to pull him closer and into a faster more satisfying rhythm.
Ichimaru obliged him with a faster pace and the added angle of Kira's legs wrapped around his waist caused him push against the blond's prostate on the next thrust in. Kira openly yelled, unable to repress the sound. However the unrestrained noises were soon silenced by Ichimaru's mouth covering Kira's to swallow those sounds in an openly carnal kiss. His hips slammed into Kira again and again in an established rhythm as their tongues came together in a conversely slow pace to the speed of their joining. Ichimaru's groans and small sounds of pleasure were growing in volume in between their kisses indicating to Kira that his captain was close. His hand which had been gripping Ichimaru's shoulder moved between their joined bodies to touch his own weeping erection to bring himself with Ichimaru.
Ichimaru could feel Kira's knuckles brush against his stomach with each thrust down into the blond. He couldn't see his movements but when he pulled away from Kira's mouth to look at him the blond had his eyes screwed tightly closed with pursed lips, breathing hard through his nose. Ichimaru shifted his to support his weight on the forearm of his hand joined with Kira's and reached between them to join Kira's hand on his erection. The blond made a quick intake of breath and squeezed Ichimaru's hand. To Ichimaru's own surprise, he squeezed back.
Their hands picked up pace as Ichimaru made a few more sharp thrusts into Kira, coming with a low, shuddered groan. He continued to move in shallow thrusts partially to ride out all of the strong orgasm raking his body and partially for Kira's own benefit. The blond came again a moment later with a hoarse cry of his captain's name. His muscles tightened around Ichimaru as he did making the older shinigami's head swim slightly at the strong sensation during such sensitivity.
He pulled away from Kira, detangling his hand from Kira's cock and licking slowly and deliberately at the sticky liquid covering it. Kira who was coming down from his own high opened his eyes to this sight and blushed furiously. When Ichimaru finished with his own hand he reached for Kira's to lick a few errant drops from his fingertips.
Kira wasn't sure of anything to say being rather fully sated and now rather sleepy after such activities. Ichimaru finally let go of his hand, judging it fairly clean and shifted off of Kira to fall on his back beside the blond.
Kira waited a beat before moving onto his side to lay his head on his captain's chest. A hand came to pet the back of his head in a fairly affectionate manner.
"Can I stay the night, Taichou?" Kira asked sheepishly, lifting his head a little to look at his captain. His eyes were closed in their usual way; that smirk once again in place albeit with a slightly content edge to it.
"Maa I s'ppose…But ya gotta let me sleep. Got a Cap'n's meeting in the mornin' ya know…" Ichimaru answered and for a second Kira was a little puzzled.
"Huh?"
"It's Sunday, Izuru, Sunday. Tomorra mornin's Monday." Ichimaru answered simply.
Kira had forgotten entirely what day it was. He had been so wrapped up in the daily pursuits of his captain he had barely realized the passage of an entire week past the semi-conscious recognition of a new day. He snuggled a little closer to Ichimaru-taichou, breathing in the sweet scent of his captain mixed with the cathartic smell of sex. He didn't want to have to get up tomorrow morning and go to work, he knew for a fact he would be sore from such aggressive activities; but more than that he didn't want to leave the warmth being this close to the other man brought.
Yet at the same time all he had ever wanted was to have back the solace he found in the other man's embrace and to be back in the light of his favor. Having achieved both these things Kira couldn't help but be at least a little more confident.
Bring it on, Monday.
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A/N: Twenty-two pages like whoa guys…Hopefully it was worth the longer wait. A lot of work went into this chapter not to mention this whole fic but it was so much fun to write. Perhaps this chapter turned out a little bit more sentimental than most would portray Ichimaru but I think there are many angles to their relationship that all exist in alternate roads of reality. This is just one possibility and only one avenue of their relationship I have explored. I plan to travel far more ways of the Silver Path ::gets shot for Bleach Musical references:: …Anyway, I was originally going to have it be Byakuya who walked in on them in the bath and then I had a thought: I was only going to talk about law and propriety with him which I could just as easily do with Tousen. Plus then I could crack blind jokes, and those make everything instantly ten times funnier…. Hope everyone liked the hilarity and the sex and see you all again some time soon! Thanks for reading and tell me what you think. Reviews make writing over 75 pages so worth it!!
