Pairing: Aaroniero/Ukitake

Rating/Warnings: R // HJ, dark themes

Notes: Written for a prompt at the newest kink meme at LJ. One of my fave pairings now.

Always and Forever

by: Ryoko (Lewd Concubine)

Aaroniero licked his lips as he trailed a gloved hand down the front of the other man's uniform. "Just like old times, isn't it?"

Ukitake offered no reply, his head turned to the side and eyes closed.

"Those nights before Miyako were great…" Aaroniero whispered, leaning in to kiss Ukitake's neck, the perfect imitation of an act performed thousands of times before. The Shinigami's flinch was not lost on him as he trailed more kisses downward, hands parting the top of Ukitake's shihakushou. Rather than waste time maneuvering the fabric over the other man's outstretched, bound arms, Aaroniero tore it loose and let it drop to the ground. Ukitake's bare chest was everything his stolen memories suggested it would be, taut skin stretched over well-defined muscles. "…but not as good as those during."

This too provoked no response, but by the hitch in Ukitake's breath Aaroniero could tell he was getting somewhere. Holding back his laughter, Aaroniero leaned in once more, this time to Ukitake's chest. The other man's flesh tasted as good as it looked and he found himself wanting to eat it all up. But no, no. Later, Aaroniero reminded himself. Not finished playing.

"Do ya think she knew?" he asked, mouth leaving Ukitake's nipple for a brief second.

"Yes." The reply was so soft he almost missed it. Eyes closed as he grinned and laughed, Aaroniero pulled back.

"Hey now, I wasn't talkin' about the good times we all shared together," he said, cupping Ukitake's face with one hand. "Although, those were fun too." It required no effort to turn the Shinigami's head toward his own, Ukitake resisting only when Aaroniero's intentions became clear.

Although the kiss was one-sided, Aaroniero enjoyed it. Things were always more fun with a resistant partner. Even better should the other person become aroused against his or her will. "I meant those times we met out in Rukongai. Don't ya ever wonder if she knew about those?" Aaroniero licked his way down Ukitake's chest, stopping near the bulge in the other man's hakama. Yes, there it is, he mentally congratulated himself.

"I don't know." The words were softer this time, if that was even possible. Aaroniero palmed the other man's quickly hardening cock through his hakama, Ukitake tensing at the sudden friction.

"Eh? Can't hear ya. Maybe if you speak a little louder…" He could feel the tremors running through Ukitake's body, could feel him subtly pulling back.

"It doesn't matter. You are not Kaien." Aaroniero frowned. This would not do. Spoiling things so early!

"Pretty mean of ya, Ukitake. Especially when your body recognizes me so easily," he said, squeezing the Shinigami's erection for emphasis.

"It doesn't matter," Ukitake repeated, shifting to the side. "None of this matters." The Shinigami's eyes were open now. Aaroniero met them, basking in the other man's anger.

"No? I think it does, especially to Miyako," he said, grinning as he undid the tie on Ukitake's hakama and helped the garment to the floor. The other man's fundoshi soon followed. Aaroniero did not waste any time, making good use of his Aizen-given hand. His other, false hand was busy pulling Ukitake closer. "Whaddaya say? Want me to ask her? I'm sure she'll tell you," he whispered against the other man's lips.

"That won't be necessary." Exhibiting an admirable amount of restraint, Ukitake remained still and allowed Aaroniero to fondle him. Characteristic grin in place, Aaroniero ruffled his own hair.

"If ya say so, Ukitake. But knowing her, I'm sure she'd love to speak to you." Ukitake's lips were just as deliciously resistant the second time. Aaroniero took things slow, savoring the taste as he brought the other man closer to climax. "I mean, it wasn't exactly like we had her permission and all…" Ukitake groaned, the sound pushing past clenched teeth. Aaroniero inhaled the scent of the other man's arousal, pulling off his left glove with his teeth as he kept up the pace with his right hand.

"Say, you don't think she's mad, do you?" His query was ignored, Ukitake's pelvis undulating with each movement of Aaroniero's hand. Ukitake did not appear to notice the tentacles wrapping themselves around his neck. He was sweating, breaths heaving in and out as his composure crumbled.

"I'd hate for her to be mad. You sure we shouldn't ask her?" Aaroniero's tentacles held Ukitake in place as the bindings around his arms dissolved, soaking up his reiatsu. Ukitake's orgasm came a second later, his hands clawing at Aaroniero's tentacles. Should be thankful. He would have fallen, Aaroniero's mind supplied.

"She's in here, you know. With me. We're always together." He leaned in for one more kiss, this one reluctantly returned. "Don't you wanna join us, Ukitake?" Aaroniero asked, pulling back enough for the other man to answer.

He did not see the kido coming. One second he was gloating, sure of his victory. The next he was on his back, left arm stinging where it had been burned.

"No, no I don't," Ukitake's swift reply was contrary to the tears brimming in his eyes. Then he was gone, a blur of white interrupting the dark contours of the room.

Aaroniero laughed. He laughed and laughed.

Next time, don't play with the food so much, he thought to himself, the sound dying abruptly in his throat as he sat up and let his façade melt away.