Chapter 6: Fly on the Wall

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Squad 12 Captain's Log Entry 212020: At first, it seemed a bother that that dratted drunk head captain of ours let those two fools off so easily. Back in the day, I would have had them in chains, screaming for mercy as I did what experiments I pleased. Scientific research took a dismal turn when the powers that be started worrying so much about being humane and having limits. Don't those idiots understand? We scientists, given the freedom to explore as we will, can come up with wondrous things when not tasked with the boring, everyday needs of our whiny little, mundane, research subjects.

But if there's one thing about a truly great scientist, he learns to employ his wits and wiles so that no alarm bells are set off, as he ceaselessly pursues the unknown. As such, I was, of course, astute enough with that barbarian and the vain Captain Kuchiki to employ a device that would provide me with a way of monitoring them. So now, I can just sit back and watch as whatever is inside Captain Kuchiki grows and strengthens until it unleashes its havoc on him and everyone around him. It is sure to be pure chaos, and I look forward to collecting the myriad of data that results. This is even better than leaving those two in the precipice world. When this erupts, there will be so much destruction, our new captain commander will have no choice but to turn Zaraki and Kuchiki over to me for a complete analysis. And, to be sure, I'll make it the single most painful thing they have ever experienced! No one crosses me and walks away free...no one!

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Byakuya laid, collapsed and splayed out on his belly across the huge, comfortable bed in his grand suite, his arms curled around a large, soft pillow and more all around him, gently supporting his slender, resting form. He cracked open a dark grey eye and sighed, admiring the lovely antique cherry wood furnishings and family portraits that decorated the warm paneled walls, and the opened garden doors that let in the fresh scents of flowers and grass.

It is good to be home. There is nothing like returning to this, especially after such a horrid experience as that trip into the precipice world. Marching through the wilderness and being manhandled by the rough natives, then again by that uncultured barbarian...

He paused for a moment as an unbidden memory slid into his half-awake mind.

"Ugh," Byakuya sighed, letting his face drop into his hands in capitulation, "You don't make sense at all. I mean, you would risk your own life to save mine, but then you'd take it just for fun. Don't you see how ridiculous that is? If you care for protecting someone's life, you shouldn't then take it yourself!"

"Maybe," Kenpachi shrugged, "but the truth is, you're really pretty when you fight."

Byakuya stared back at him wordlessly.

Kenpachi leaned closer, brushing a few stray hairs away from his face and Byakuya felt the oddest sense of those hands being caring, even loving in the way they touched him.

"Bold white reiatsu," he went on in a softer rumble of words, "curling all around you like an ice storm...death in those big grey eyes of yours. Your hair fluttering all around your face and your face smudged, not perfect or clean. The smell of sweat and blood is better mixed with that sweet smell that's always around you. And your clothes look good torn and stained with blood from the good fight, the kind you put your heart into and that you really want to win. You move like the swamp cougars down in the low Rukon where I grew up, stalking your opponent like prey and drawing them out to understand them before moving in and making the kill."

Byakuya gazed up into the bigger man's intense hazel eyes that were now much closer, his heart pounding strangely in his chest and his throat suddenly gone dry.

"Kenpachi," he said in an almost dazed tone, "you are a very, very deranged person."

He felt a strange twinge in his belly and a flash of heat that left him blushing and suddenly aroused as he remembered what it felt like to be held by those strong, unyielding arms.

The two remained frozen for several long moments, a heady feeling of dark temptation teasing both men dangerously. And before he quite realized it was happening, Byakuya leaned forward very slowly, bringing his lips to the other man's and brushing against them lightly. Kenpachi flinched and stared, stunned into silence at the softness of the lips that sought his and overcome by the mingled scents of sakura and fiery, scorched earth. His arms slipped around the slighter man, pulling him closer as he bit down on that sinfully soft mouth, then teased it open and slipped his tongue inside to explore more thoroughly. Byakuya's hands came to rest on his shoulders, neither quite holding on nor pushing him away. The noble's eyes closed against what was happening and even though he knew very well it was wrong, he couldn't make himself move to stop what was happening. Instead, he kept his eyes closed and opened his mouth wider to permit even deeper penetration.

Kissing Hisana was never like this, he mused inwardly, She was fragile and I was always having to hold back my reiatsu so I wouldn't overwhelm her. I could never relax into our kisses like this. Kenpachi won't break and neither will I. We can love each other more ruthlessly. I never realized what an attractive thing that was.

But...

His mind went blank for a moment as he felt Kenpachi's hand loose the tie on his yukata and he slid onto the bigger man's lap, returning Kenpachi's kisses with equal ferocity. Heat and reiatsu flared around the two, exciting the breezes around them and making the leaves in the trees flutter. But neither man noticed a thing, wholly focused on each other as they kissed with more fervor and Byakuya ground his hips into the other man's, reeling at the size of him, unable to fathom how he would dare to take something like that inside himself. But he couldn't move or object as the bigger man's fingers slid down between them and slowly prepared him and he went nearly breathless as Kenpachi's hands captured his hips and guided him with unusual care as they joined thier bodies.

Byakuya stopped himself forcibly, blushing more furiously and feeling his unruly member throb painfully.

What is wrong with me?

I am back in my home, safe and comfortable, that whole travesty finally behind me...and my body is longing for him?

This is insane!

He swallowed hard, breathing in the sweetly scented air and trying to make the memories disappear. But no matter how he tried, Zaraki's madly grinning face and gruff voice played back mercilessly in his head. The discomfort in his loins swelled and he started to feel an oncoming sensation of nausea. Breathing even more slowly and trying to focus on the comfort and beauty of being home seemed to have no effect. He grew more and more uncomfortable until he felt the need to swiftly exit the bed and head for the bathroom. He fell onto his knees and emptied his stomach violently, flushing even more as he realized that he had slipped out of his yukata while he had slept and had forgotten to grab it as he ran for the bathroom.

But I shouldn't feel embarrassed. Torio has seen me without clothes nearly every day when he bathes me.

He registered approaching footsteps and groaned discontentedly.

"Torio, not now," he complained, "I will take care of myself. Please go."

"Sorry to disappoint you, sweetheart," Zaraki's rough voice said from the doorway, "It's not your servant. It's me."

Byakuya cringed inwardly at the instant feeling of humiliation that accompanied being seen, naked and crouched over the toilet, by his fellow captain, but he forced away the temptation to attack the barbarian captain and just looked up at him dazedly.

"Why in kami's name are you here, disturbing me?"

"Lord Byakuya!" Torio exclaimed, peeking in through the doorway and blinking in surprise at the sight of his master, scandalously unclothed, bent over the toilet and in the company of the rough, wild looking captain of the eleventh division, "Lord Byakuya, are you all right? Do you need a healer?"

"He's okay," Zaraki said, waving the young man off, "I've got this. Take a hike, okay?"

"L-lord Byakuya?" Torio inquired uncertainly.

"I said scram!" Zaraki snapped.

Byakuya sighed resignedly.

"I will be fine, Torio. Please excuse us."

Torio hesitated, glancing uneasily from the big captain to his naked and discomfited looking master.

"Are...are you sure, Lord Byakuya?" he asked uncertainly.

"Yes," Byakuya managed, turning his head away and loosing himself into the toilet again, "I will be...urgh...f-fine."

"Um...v-very well, sir. Please call me if you change your mind," Torio stammered, backing out of the bathroom and leaving them alone.

"C'mon, it looks like you're done throwing up," Kenpachi said, sliding an arm around Byakuya and dragging him onto unsteady legs, "Let's get you back to bed where you belong."

"Don't touch me, you foul, disgusting beast!" Byakuya hissed furiously, struggling as Kenpachi tossed him over a muscular shoulder and carried him back to the bed.

The big man surprised him by letting him down gently and tucking him in comfortably. He sat down beside the confused looking noble and gave him a lopsided smile.

"So, did the guys at the fourth figure out why you're throwing up all of the time and passing out a lot?"

"Not yet," Byakuya said, frowning and looking up as Torio returned to the bedroom, bearing a tea tray.

"I've brought some ginger tea, sir," said the attendant, delivering the cup to Byakuya's hand, "Please let me know if you need the healer to come."

"Thank you, Torio," Byakuya said, excusing the attendant.

He turned his attention back to Zaraki as Torio exited the room.

"The healers ran some tests and I am awaiting the results. By the time they arrive, I will probably be over whatever this is."

He paused, his frown deepening.

"Kenpachi, have you had any unusual feelings of illness?" he asked curiously.

"Nope, I'm fit as a fiddle."

"Hmm," Byakuya mused.

"You still feeling sick now?" Zaraki asked.

"Unfortunately, yes," Byakuya confessed, "but if you will leave and allow me to rest, I'm sure I will be fine."

"Nice brush off," Zaraki chuckled, "but I have an idea of something that might make you feel better."

"And you think you know better then my own trained healers, what I need?" Byakuya asked archly.

"Maybe," the big man said, shrugging, "I don't think it will hurt to try. I did it to you while we were trapped and you were asleep, and it seemed to help."

"You are not having sex with me again!" Byakuya snapped angrily.

"Take it easy, princess," Kenpachi laughed, "I wasn't going to fuck you. I will if you want it, but that's not what I was talking about."

"Good, because I would rather walk naked through the Kuchiki council hall in front of everyone."

"Nice image," Kenpachi snickered, flinching as Byakuya's hand stung his shoulder with a resounding slap.

"Get away from me, you disgusting animal!" he complained.

"Shut up and just relax, okay?"

Byakuya blinked in surprise and started to struggle as Kenpachi slid in behind him and wrapped his arms around the stunned noble.

"What are you doing? Get away from me!"

"Hold still, I'm not going to jump you, I said."

"Let go of me!"

"Knock it off and just hold still for a minute. I promise I'll leave after that."

Byakuya let out another resigned sigh and relaxed in the bigger man's arms.

"Fine. Just get this over with. I want to go back to sleep."

"We have a captain's meeting," Zaraki reminded him.

"Damn," Byakuya groaned, closing his eyes.

He felt Kenpachi's big, rough hands slide down to caress his soft belly, then the flare of the other man's reiatsu, and he opened his eyes in surprise.

"Kenpachi..."

"Shh," Zaraki purred into his ear, "You see, it seems to help when I give you a little infusion of my reiatsu."

"But...!"

"Take it easy. It's not my life force this time, just some of my regular reiatsu," Kenpachi explained, rubbing Byakuya's belly and continuing the slow release of his power, "It feels good, right?"

"Oddly, yes," Byakuya said, looking surprised, then alarmed, then conflicted by turns.

He watched in silence as his comrade finished infusing him, then withdrew his hands and extracted himself from behind the noble. Byakuya felt the comfort of relief from the sick feeling and dizziness he had experienced before, but found the discomfort replaced with growing concern as he realized that he was aroused and growing more so by the moment. And as Kenpachi stood, he felt a moment of intense heat that threatened to incinerate him.

"Kenpachi..." he said in a lower, more sultry voice that he knew didn't sound at all like him.

The sound made the other man turn back and sit down on the bed again.

"You want something from me, Kuchiki?" Kenpachi asked, touching Byakuya's hand and sending throbs of wanton desire through the noble's excited loins.

Byakuya swallowed hard, trying to fight the sensation, but crumbling as Kenpachi's lips smiled at him, and the bigger man's palm touched his flushed cheek.

"It made us horny again," Kenpachi observed, glaring into Byakuya's widened eyes, "You want to have sex with me now?"

"Get out of here!" Byakuya panted, shoving him away as the bigger man leaned forward to kiss him.

"Aww, you don't mean that," Kenpachi said, looking amused, "But I guess I can leave and let you take care of yourself, if you'd rather. Sorry to bother you, Kuchiki."

He started to get up, then made a sound of surprise as he was yanked down onto the bed and swiftly mounted by his piqued comrade.

"Changed your mind?" he laughed, watching with narrowed eyes as Byakuya loosened the bigger man's clothing, then spread his milky, white thighs and positioned himself to join with him.

"Shut up!" the noble hissed fiercely, "This is your fault. You shouldn't have done that!"

"Hey, it made you feel better, didn't it?"

"That's beside the point. You shouldn't have done it! It is a ritual that married spouses engage in when they are having a child!"

The two men went quiet for a moment as Byakuya engaged their bodies. They gave themselves over then to the throes of arousal and a barrage of heavy, thunderous undulations. Their reiatsu exploded around them, making the room shudder and knocking over several pictures and small, decorative statues. The two men grunted and panted erotically, writhing harder as they sensed the approach of that much needed pleasure. They stiffened and released together, glaring into each other's eyes and forgetting everything for a moment as intense pleasure raked their bodies, making them collapse into a heated tangle, still exchanging hard, biting kisses.

Byakuya pulled away, staring at the bigger man, his heart pounding furiously and his head throbbing with realization.

"You okay, Kuchiki?" Zaraki purred happily, "You look like you might pass out. Want me to get Torio?"

"N-no," Byakuya managed, still staring in disbelief as he tried to gather his scrambled thoughts.

It isn't possible. It just isn't, he told himself, Kenpachi Zaraki is a peasant from the low Rukongai. The man is nearly as primal as an ape. I don't think a drop of noble blood could possibly survive in that monstrous body of his. It would be eaten alive!

But...

"Kuchiki?"

I know what he just did. It was a balancing ritual, used by expecting noble parents. It is especially important with paired noble males, because the rare impregnated male is subject to sometimes dangerous power imbalances.

"Hey, Byakuya?"

Kenpachi...he...

He stared with shocked eyes, up into Kenpachi's piqued gaze, his head spinning with the reality.

"What's wrong with you now?" Kenpachi complained, "I thought I made you feel better!"

"Made me feel better?" Byakuya repeated breathlessly, disbelief flooding him from head to toe, "How could I feel better?"

He looked down at his slim belly and touched it with curious fingertips, his eyes glazing over as his head swam and darkness began to close in.

"Byakuya!"

The word sounded garbled and Kenpachi's face began to disappear into the swirl of enclosing blackness.

"You fool!" Byakuya managed as he began to lose consciousness, "I think you've impregnated me!"

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Within his laboratory, Mayuri Kurotsuchi stared sightlessly at the screen in front of him, with widened, disbelieving eyes.

"Master Mayuri?" Nemu inquired curiously, turning her head to view the frozen image of the naked sixth and eleventh division captains, "Master Mayuri, are you all right?"

Mayuri blinked and started to speak, then stared harder at the screen, trying to make sense of Byakuya's last words.

"Nemu!" he snapped, finally breaking free of his stunned silence.

"Yes, sir?"

"Bring me everything you can find in the records about noble male pregnancy!"