Attention! This chapter contains graphic descriptions of SEX between consenting adults. Just fyi ;D

Byakuya was sitting seiza on the wooden floor of the training room that was adjoined to one of the inner yards of the Kuchiki estate. Since it was raining outside, the kidou lesson of today would be held indoors. He sat with a dignified expression, waiting for his teacher to arrive. Ukitake was usually exceptionally punctual, but today he was already ten minutes late.

Byakuya waited. Any other day he would have grown impatient, but today he was glad he had some more time – to think about how he would word his apology.

He could hear the hastened steps outside in the hallway before he was able to sense the familiar spiritual pressure. Even though he knew Ukitake was incredibly powerful, Byakuya could only begin to surmise the true strength of his reiatsu – during their training, his teacher had always only revealed exactly as much of his power as was necessary, and not a shred more.

The wooden door across him was sled open, and Byakuya slightly clenched his fists in his lap.

"I am so sorry for being late, Byakuya-kun", Ukitake sang before he had even closed the door behind himself. He was all smiles, as usual, and didn't seem to have a single care in the world.

"Good afternoon, Ukitake-sensei", Byakuya said with a slight bow, and watched as his teacher sat down across from him. The second Ukitake took breath to say something, Byakuya put his hands down on the ground in front of his knees. "Sensei!", he blurted out and bowed down deeply, until his nose was hovering just about one centimetre above the floor. "Please forgive me for intruding into the 13th squad's premises without permission", he said. "I am truly sorry and it will never happen again."

Slowly, he raised his head until he met Ukitake's surprised gaze, just to quickly bow down again.

"Please, accept my sincerest apologies!" This time, his head stayed down.

He could hear a deep sigh, followed by an amused chuckle from his teacher.

"Byakuya-kun", Ukitake said and smiled, "please raise your head again. There is no need for such formal apologies."

The young man hurried to sit upright again and wiped his hands on his hakama.

"I'm sorry nonetheless", he said without looking at his teacher. "Even though!", he added, and turned to look at Ukitake with fiery eyes, pointing at nothing in particular, "Even though it was all that impudent demon-cat's fault!" He clenched his fist as if to catch a fluttering piece of cloth that was escaping him. "Next time I will catch her without fail, and then she will get it!"

Despite his student's obvious agitation, Ukitake couldn't help but chuckle.

"Well, I accept your apology, Byakuya-kun", he said. "But you shouldn't take Yoruichi-san's teasing too seriously. It is meant in good fun."

Byakuya was just about to retort something, when Ukitake added: "You know, I have known the both of you since you were little children. And I can't help but notice that you two are cut from the same cloth."

Byakuya gasped. "I am nothing like that demon cat!", he clarified and crossed his arms in front of his chest. End of the discussion.

"I'm sure you will understand it yourself, one day", Ukitake smiled, but Byakuya just turned away his head with a "tch" that probably stood for "talk as much as you like, old man, but you're wrong".

With a sigh, Ukitake lowered his gaze and collected his thoughts for a moment.

"Byakuya-kun", he said finally, "I still wanted to talk to you about what you happened to oversee, yesterday..."

"Oh", the boy said and let his hands fall down to his lap again. He half-successfully fought down a blush and added: "I haven't told anyone. And I don't intent to, either."

"Thank you", Ukitake said, "that is good to hear. You know -"

"Sensei", Byakuya cut him short, "you don't need to say any more. That is none of my business, anyway, and I am really sorry for the intrusion. And... also for the interruption just now."

"All right", Ukitake smiled, "then let us begin the lesson. Do you have any questions regarding your homework?"

"Well, yes. I've had problems casting the Geki-spell on a moving target, and I have a few questions regarding the paper on Nijū Eishō..."

Ukitake and Muguruma continued to meet almost every night for about two weeks. Kyōraku was already starting to complain to Ukitake that he didn't have time for him any more, so Ukitake invited his old friend over in the afternoon to exchange some news.

"Let's start with: How are you?", the captain of the 8th squad began when they sat next to each other on the porch, crunching on some snacks and sipping tea.

"I'm fine", Ukitake laughed, "in fact, I feel really great."

"No wonder", Kyōraku said, shooting a dirty grin at his friend from under his hat, "when I went by your house the other night to see if you were there, it sounded like Muguruma-san really knew what he was doing."

"Oh dear god", Ukitake sighed, hiding his blushing face behind his hands, "and I guess you weren't discreet enough to just turn around and leave."

"If I had done so, I wouldn't be able now to tease you with the fact that he calls you Babe in bed... or would I, Babe?"

"Damn you", Ukitake answered, face still red, but laughing involuntarily. "I beg you not to call me that, it feels completely and utterly wrong..."

"Nah, I'm not sure, Babe, I'll have to think about it", was Kyōraku's deadpan answer, which for some reason cracked his friend up completely.

"Honestly... stop it", he still managed to say between peals of laughter, holding his sides and gasping for air. "That's so embarrassing... you eavesdropping perv..."

"Wha...? Eavesdropping? I didn't need to eavesdrop, you could be heard from across the street!"

"Shoot..."

"Well, good for you, I guess."

"It's funny how you deny having eavesdropped, but don't say anything about being called a perv...", Ukitake chuckled, "seems you can identify with that."

Kyōraku just laughed. "Don't even get me started on what else I overheard..."

"Why don't we change the subject?", the white-haired man suggested, wiping the tears from his eyes, "what else is new?"

"Not much. How are things going with that Byakuya-kid?"

"Oh, quite well. He's ambitious and works really hard. And he's a clever one, too. I think he'll grow up to be a very skilled shinigami."

"Are you talking about the same kid I'm talking about?"

"Why? It's true that he has a short temper, but he's still just a child."

"A spoiled child", Kyōraku mumbled, but Ukitake carried on: "I'm sure he will soon grow out of this cocky attitude. He might very well become a captain some day."

"Well, if you say so, then there has to be something to it", Kyōraku just said, sipping his tea.

Suddenly, a wide grin spread across his face, as he turned to his friend, saying:

"Did you feel that, too?"

"Yes, I did", Ukitake answered, smiling. Just a moment ago, he had noticed Muguruma's reiatsu approaching his living quarters, but it had stopped dead nearby and vanished after a second.

"Almost seems like he's avoiding me", Kyōraku mused.

"He probably is. He's still embarrassed about getting drunk in front of you."

"Really? That old story?"

"Yeah, well... I still don't know what exactly the three of you did back then, but he thinks you must be looking down on him for what happened."

"Hmm... I don't even remember that night very clearly... all I know is that Shihoin challenged him to a drinking game called "Drink just as much as Kyōraku-san". Of course, I then felt somehow challenged, too." - "Ah, so that's how things went out of hand..."

Smiling, Kyōraku looked up into the blue sky. "It's been way too long since we've been out together, Shiro."

"I know. I'm sorry. It's just that I've been really busy lately."

"Yeah, busy having it off with some hot, young stud every night."

"Please don't change the subject back to this", Ukitake sighed, but Kyōraku carried on:

"Why are you so embarrassed about it? I can see it in your face how much self esteem he gives you. Before, you had been starting to lack some of it, you know."

"What? Self esteem?"

"Yeah. I guess being told every day how beautiful and sexy you are would leave no one unaffected."

"Well, sometimes he's really outdoing himself with flattery..." Ukitake smiled, looking up into the darkening, cloudless sky before he changed the subject: "It's going to be a beautiful night. How about a little night walk later?"

"Hmokay", Kyōraku mumbled, looking down at the wooden planks of the porch.

For a few moments, Ukitake observed him with suspicion, before he asked:

"Is there something else you wanted to tell me?"

"Hm? Why?"

"It seems like something is bothering you."

With a big sigh, the dark haired man tilted his head back. "Well, yeah", he said quietly, not looking at his friend but staring into the distance. "There's still something I had been meaning to talk to you about."

Ukitake sat back, giving Kyōraku a questioning look. "What is it?"

"It's about my lieutenant."

"Lisa-san?", Ukitake asked, wondering why his friend spoke about her as 'his lieutenant'.

"Yeah", Kyōraku sighed. "Well, to make a long story short... I slept with her."

Baffled, Ukitake kept quiet for a while, digesting this information.

They had been talking about Kyōraku's ambivalent feelings for his lieutenant before, but still Ukitake hadn't expected this sudden turn of events.

Yet again, in retrospect, maybe he could have anticipated what was eventually going to happen – considering Kyōraku's last words on that matter...

「 "I really don't know, Jyuush... y'know, she has always been like a daughter to me, and I also think what she sees in me is more like a father figure. Plus, I'm her captain, and she's one of my subordinates. It'd be just too fucked up... But then, on the other hand, she's not my daughter. And I'm not her father. She's a woman, I'm a man. In the end that's all there is to it..." 」

"Are you worried because she's a member of your squad?", Ukitake asked.

"I just don't know if it was a mistake, Jyuush...", Kyōraku sighed, scratching the back of his head.

"Why? What does she think about it?"

"I'm not sure. We haven't spoken since then."

"I need more details, Shunsui. When did it happen, and how? Was it her initiative or yours?"

"It happened just yesterday... I talked her into having a drink with me, after work. We spent a nice evening. When we decided to go to sleep, I wasn't completely sober, and she walked me to my bedroom. I don't know whose initiative it was. All I know is that we kissed, then she dragged me to the floor and rode me like an untamed horse... we didn't even make it to the futon."

Without wanting it, Ukitake had to laugh. "Very graphic, Shun. Thank you."

Finally, Kyōraku smiled a little, too. "You asked for more details."

"And what are you so concerned about, now? Did she say something to you?"

"When we were finished, all she said before she left was thank you. I haven't seen her today, she's on a mission in district 84."

"To me it doesn't sound like you made a mistake, Shun. She obviously wanted it, too. If both of you wished for it to happen I don't think you could have prevented it in the long run. You are both grown adults that can reason with each other. But I trust you are aware that, if things were to end badly, you would most likely lose her as your lieutenant."

"I know, Jyuush. I know."

Later that evening, Ukitake was standing by his pond and feeding the fish. He watched pensively, as the big colourful Koi silently rose to the surface, to engulf their food with gaping mouths. He was wondering whether Muguruma would show up. If so, he was pretty sure he was going to attempt a surprise attack, again. The young captain of the 9th seemed to have fun trying to sneak up on him. Sometimes he envied the younger man this youthful energy...

Muguruma was observing the tall, white-haired figure from his hideout behind the trunk of a tree, only a few metres away. He had completely extinguished his reiatsu to zero. It wasn't very difficult, standing still like this. But the second he would collect his energy for an attack, the other man would notice him and parry. He decided to try and distract the other captain. Within a split second, he fired a very small Shakkahou into the air and then went for Ukitake with a flash step.

Concerned, Ukitake looked in the direction of the small reishi ball that imploded somewhere above the stone wall surrounding his gardens like a reversed firework, turning his back on the approaching Muguruma. The young man already believed triumph to be within his grasp; but when he was just a hair's breadth away from his target, the other man disappeared from one moment to the next.

Startled, Muguruma came to a halt, now standing where Ukitake had been only a second ago, but the white-haired captain was nowhere to be seen. It wasn't like he had flashstepped away; he had just simply... disappeared. Not even the slightest trace of his reiatsu was to be felt.

"What the..."

Before he could end the sentence, he noticed a glimmer of energy behind his back and tried to get away, turning around and bolting out of the firing line at the same time, but it was too late.

He felt himself being hit by Bakudou No. 1: Sai, and his arms being yanked behind his back and locked by an incredible force. Still, he landed safely on his feet, just at the right time to see Ukitake appear again, seemingly out of nowhere, only two metres away from him. And with a big, fat smirk on his face...

"Well, well, if that isn't Muguruma Kensei, captain of squad nine."

"What the fuck, Ukitake", he said, laughing. "I must admit, this is the fucking strongest Sai I've ever fallen victim to..."

"Thank you", Ukitake smiled, slowly coming closer. "I was tempted to use Hainawa, but this one does the job quite well."

With a big flare of reiatsu, Muguruma managed to break the kidou-spell that tied him, and rubbed his paining wrists.

"I think it would be really fun to cross blades with you one day, Jūshirō", he grinned, "how about a little sparring match sometime?"

Ukitake had reached the other man by now, gently taking his abused wrists into his own hands.

"Maybe, some day", he said. "You should work on your Hadou skills till then."

"Psh, I won't need any. Tachikaze will kick your sexy little butt."

"You think so?"

"Yeah", Muguruma grinned, "by the way, you look kinda hot with your hair open like that."

Startled, Ukitake rose one hand to his head, where his ponytail should have been, just to realize that his hair tie was, in fact, gone.

With the biggest smirk, Muguruma opened his right hand before Ukitake's eyes, revealing the black hair band that he had snatched away from the other man.

"Impressive", Ukitake said with a smile, running his fingers through his long hair, "care to give it back to me?"

"No way", Muguruma grinned, pulling him closer, "you look fuckin' hot like that..."

With that, he gave him a passionate kiss, before he pressed his lips to the side of Ukitake's neck, to inhale the scent of his skin and hair.

"By the way", he mumbled, "how did you manage to disappear just now?"

"Hm?", Ukitake uttered, a little distracted, "it was Bakudo 26..."

"Ah. What's that, again?"

"It is Kyokko, Curved Light. Didn't you pay attention in the Shinigami Academy?"

"... shut up", Muguruma said, pressing his hip against Ukitake's body and kissing him again.

"Wanna get to the fun part, or d'you wanna talk again, first?", he asked with a grin.

"The fun part?", Ukitake repeated, a little consternated.

"Yeah. Or what would you call it?"

"I don't know. I do enjoy talking to you. But it seems you consider conversing with me bothersome."

"Not at all, Jūshirō", Muguruma said as he put both his hand up to Ukitake's head and ran his fingers through his silken hair. "The fun part includes a lot of talking. Pillow talk, and dirty talk..."

"You do like to talk a lot during sex", Ukitake smiled, running his hands up and down on Muguruma's back.

"I know", the young man replied with a grin, "It really turns me on."

Slowly, Ukitake leaned forward to bring his mouth close to Muguruma's ear.

"You also like it when I bite your earlobe", he whispered, before doing just that.

"Hmm, yes", the young man sighed, letting his hands slide down to Ukitake's ass. With a sneaky smile on his lips, Ukitake continued to nibble the warm skin on Muguruma's neck. He carried on low-voiced: "And... you like to rub your hard, wet cock between my butt cheeks and between my thighs..."

Muguruma chuckled. "Hell yeah, I love that", tightly squeezing Ukitake's hip against his own, "tell me what else I like..."

"You like to have me on top of you and jerk my cock until I come all over your chest and in your face, crying out your name..."

"Oh yeah, babe, tell me more..."

"You like to grab my head during a blowjob and hold it down, making me swallow every last drop of your hot cum..."

"Oh god, and how much I like that, babe..." Muguruma groaned, feeling Ukitake's erection pressed against his own through their clothes. "And I'm going to do all of that right now... Lucky me."

"So... ready to go to the bedroom?", Ukitake asked with a sweet smile.

"Why go inside?", Muguruma whispered, "the grass will make for a fine bed..."

"No, forget it", Ukitake laughed, "I will not have that 'Byakuya-incident' repeat itself..."

"We can try and be really stealthy..."

"No, we can't."

"Yeah, on the other hand, you're right. Inside, it is!"

Tired, Kyōraku scuffled into his dark bedroom, sliding the door shut behind him, and heedlessly letting his hat, kimono and captain's haori fall to the floor.

"Why so listless, taicho?", a teasing voice sounded from one of the dark corners of the room.

Kyōraku looked up in surprise. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he became aware of the female figure leaning against the wall, watching him with an alluring smile on her lips.

"Lisa-chan", he greeted her, "I didn't know you were back already. What are you doing here?"

"I was waiting for you", she said, slowly walking towards him.

He didn't back off, although he was afraid of what she might do next.

"I came here with a certain expectation", she continued as she reached him, putting her hands on his waist and shooting him a seductive look from under her eyelashes. "but you appear to be quite tired..."

"Lisa, look", he said, softly pushing her hands back down, "I think we should talk about what happened yesterday."

"What's there to talk?", she asked, pouting because he pushed her away, "weren't you satisfied?"

"That's not it", he sighed, "it just feels strange, because I'm your superior, and you are kind of... in a state of dependence."

"You believe I'm in a state of dependence?", she repeated, a dangerous light gleaming in her eyes. "You really think I'm just some little girl, so intimidated by the grandeur of her captain that she'll willingly spread her legs for him any time, merely at a wink of his eye?"

"Of course not", Kyōraku hurried to correct himself, "I just..."

"Oh, taicho!", she squeaked in a girly voice, throwing herself at his chest, "you are so strong and powerful! Just looking at your broad, manly features makes my pussy sooo wet... oh look, I lost my panties!"

Kyōraku chuckled at this unreal display. That was really not like her... "Stop it, I got it all right!"

"Shut up, Kyōraku", she ordered, pushing him towards the futon, "both of us want the same from this, so just undress and get down. And lose that hair tie of yours."

"All right, ma'am." How could he have resisted such a sweet request?

She watched him slowly undress, with her arms folded in front of her chest. With every piece of clothing he laid down to the floor under her observant eyes, he got more and more excited. It seemed like the doubts from earlier had completely disappeared. A content smile appeared on Lisa's face when her captain, after shortly hesitating, finally took off his underwear, now standing naked before her eyes.

"What now?", he asked with a nonchalant smile, seeming very confident even without any clothes.

"Hair tie", she just said, and he laughed.

"Right, sorry. I forgot."

She waited until he had undone his hair, slowly approaching him. When he was done, she let her fingers run through his long, heavy locks of hair, before she firmly grabbed his head between both her hands, and gave him a long and deep kiss. She had to stand on her toes in order to do so, and he didn't bend down for her.

She liked it.

He put his arms around her waist, pressing her firm and slender body against his heated skin. Feeling the cool fabric of her clothes on his naked cock made him even hornier than he would have anticipated. She interrupted the kiss and let her eager hands slide up and down on his hairy chest and stomach, scratching him with her fingernails and playfully biting the skin around his collarbones.

She had to admit that his manly body was, in fact, turning her on quite a bit. Impatient, she pushed away his hands that were fondling with her obi, and quickly untied it herself, letting her kimono slide down over her shoulders. Kyōraku didn't even look at her exposed breasts, but continued to nibble on her ear and neck, while he slowly let his right hand slide up on her belly to take one of her breasts into his hand and squeeze it slightly.

Lisa felt a shiver running down her spine as he did so; his hand felt rough from wielding the sword every day, but at the same time his skin was pleasantly warm and dry, and his touch was very gentle and careful. It was only for a moment that she cherished that feeling, before she decided to speed things up. Going slow was not her style. Reaching down between his legs, she grabbed his soft, fleshy cock and his thoroughly shaved balls with one hand and gave a sampling squeeze.

"You're not hard yet?", she remarked with teasing eyes, "I assumed yesterday you took a while to get hard because you were drunk, but it seems you're slow in general."

"I've always been a late starter", he said with a smile, "besides, I wasn't drunk yesterday."

"Whatever", she said, cupping his heavy, slackened balls in her hand, gently lifting them up until her hand was pressed against his perineum, and his testicles bulged out to either side of her palm.

"I've gotta say, I quite like this", she carried on, "I know guys who get rock-hard before they're even fully undressed, and they usually don't last long enough." She continued to rub firm circles through the soft, loose skin, and Kyōraku gave a pleased little grunt.

"Let's not talk about other guys right now", he whispered with a smile, "I really like what you're doing with my balls, why don't we focus on that..."

Moaning, Ukitake lay on his back, watching through clouded eyes how Muguruma's silver shock of hair moved rhythmically up and down between his legs. He had been enjoying the caresses of the young man for quite a while now, when he felt the eager lips and tongue move downward, starting to lick and tickle the sensitive skin around his butthole.

"Ahh", he hissed, at first not quite sure if he liked this kind of attention or not, but his twitching cock soon won him over.

Muguruma's perky tongue got him all slippery down there, becoming more and more intrusive. He squirmed and tensed when he felt the tip of this tongue penetrate into his body through the wet, muscled opening.

"Kensei, what are you doing?", he asked under his breath.

"Don't you like it?", Muguruma asked back, tenderly continuing to caress the certain area with a wetted thumb.

"That's not an answer to my question!"

"How about, I'm preparing you for a fuck?"

"Were you considering discussing that kind of decisions with me first?"

Muguruma continued to place little kisses and playful bites along the insides of Ukitake's thighs and butt cheeks, while still massaging the sensitive area around his lover's entrance with his fingers.

"Don't you like anal?", he asked casually.

"I do, but not on the receiving side", Ukitake answered, trying to turn away, but Muguruma held his hips firmly in place.

"I assume you've tried it before?", the young man asked, without interrupting his actions.

"I enjoy being the top", Ukitake answered insistently, and locked eyes with his young lover.

"I promise you will like it with me", Muguruma continued calmly, with a seductive grin, "I'll take proper care of your needs..."

Pondering, Ukitake kept silent for a moment, trying not to indulge too deep into Muguruma's caressing touches.

"You think I'll let you fuck me, just like that?", he said after a while and closed his eyes, moving softly in sync with the young man's rhythm.

"I was kinda hoping you would", Muguruma grinned.

"Will you return the favour, then, next time?", Ukitake asked, his hands sliding restlessly over the cool bedsheets.

The young man just gave a big sigh. "I don't like being the bottom."

"So, neither do I. But if you get to fuck me, then I get to fuck you, Kensei."

"Hmm..."

"And- aah", Ukitake slightly twitched when Muguruma started to lick and suckle on his balls, "and for the privilege I grant you by letting you fuck me first, I want something in return..."

"What would that be?", the young man asked, momentarily interrupting his caressing.

"I'll let you know soon enough..."

"Whatever", Muguruma grinned, "if that means I get to fuck you now, I'll agree to anything!"

Kyōraku closed his eyes and let his head fall back, his hands resting on Lisa's shapely butt cheeks, gently guiding her exuberant movements. He was lying on his back, on the futon this time, and she was once more sitting atop of him. Only this time she didn't face him, but had her back turned on him, granting him a fantastic view of her naked behind while rhythmically moving her hips up and down.

"Oh, Kyōraku", she moaned, intensifying her movements, "your cock is... gorgeous... you're gonna make me come..."

The way his cock felt inside her was absolutely stunning. True, it took him a while to get hard, but the extended foreplay was totally worth it, she thought. She had actually been intimidated there for a second, when she saw how fucking long and big he had become.

His shape was kinda funny, really big and fat towards the tip, and becoming thinner towards the hilt. But this shape felt oh-so-good moving in and out her pussy. It felt like he really, completely filled her to the brim, and she might not have been able to take him all the way if he had just been an inch longer. So fucking amazing. She felt that she was really close to coming, and her captain gave a hot little groan as she ground that sweet spot between her pussy and her butt against his pubic bone, shoving him inside her to the hilt.

"Take it easy, girl", he mumbled under his breath, gently slowing down her movements with his hands. She let it happen, because she now felt that she would come no matter what.

He raised his head again, watching his big, fully erect cock slide in and out of that tight little pussy. He hadn't had a chance to lick her, yet, but he planned on doing so later.

"You want me... to come inside you?", he asked, while he proceeded to massage the area around her little pink butthole with his thumbs.

"Yes..." Her voice became high pitched, and her movements a little slower, savouring every inch of Kyōraku's thick shaft sliding inside her. "Yes, fill me up... fill my little pussy up..."

While she was nearing her climax, she shifted her weight to support her body with one arm, so that she could massage his balls with her free hand. The man beneath her gave a grunt when she took the now tightened and swollen balls into her hand, gently but firmly fondling the soft skin, feeling the muscles twitch underneath.

"Fuck yes, I'm gonna come", she moaned, her muscles already tightening around Kyōraku's jerking cock. With a few more convulsive movements of her hips, she reached a loud and intense orgasm.

"Oh... god...", Kyōraku growled, his fingers digging into the firm flesh of her butt, shoving himself as deep inside her as possible, as he felt wave after wave of cum gushing out of his cock, filling her pussy just like she had requested.

Only when he felt the tenseness subside and his clenched muscles slowly relax again, he released her from his tight grip. There already were red bruises in the shape of his fingers visible on her butt cheeks. She slowly let his still erect, dripping wet cock slide out of her, followed by quite an amount of cum that trickled off her pussy.

"Wow, that was a lot", she said in a hoarse voice, giving him a playfully teasing look over her shoulder. "Just the way I like it..."

Moving slowly, Muguruma kept a close watch of his lover's face, looking out for signs of distress. But Ukitake seemed at ease, his eyes were closed and his movements quite relaxed.

"I'm ready, Kensei", he whispered and shot the young man an almost defiant look from under his heavy, black lashes. "What are you waiting for?"

"Just wanted to be sure", Muguruma answered with a smile and removed his fingers from the tight opening. Invitingly, Ukitake spread his legs and raised his hip as the other man positioned himself between his thighs. He closed his eyes again and, above his head, grabbed the rim of the futon with both hands.

Muguruma allowed himself to stop for two seconds and to take in the incredible sight that presented itself – Ukitake Jūshirō, ready, willing and just about to be fucked by him, Muguruma Kensei.

That endless, dark and unperturbed sea of Jūshirō's reiatsu lay sprawled out before him, but it began to stir and ripple when he pressed the slick, leaking tip of his rock-hard dick against the entrance to this desirous body. He slid in a good length before he had to stop – Jūshirō had let escape an arousing moan and had tensed up a little, the friction putting every single nerve ending in Kensei's body on edge and sending a wave of goosebumps across his sweaty skin.

He pushed in deeper, Jūshirō gave another breathy groan – at the same time, Kensei felt himself submerge into his lover's deep blue reiatsu, and a strong current teared at his body. He had to raise his own spiritual pressure a considerable amount to avoid being carried away by that heavy tide. That Jūshirō was really something else...

Chuckling, Lisa drew her lips away from Kyōraku's, interrupting their kiss.

"Such a huge load", she said, moving her hand between her legs, "it's still flowing out of me. And it tickles..."

She was now lying next to him on the futon, Kyōraku's upper body being propped up by his elbow, his head resting on his hand. He slowly opened his eyes and lazily reached out to caress her naked breasts.

"It may go on for a while", he said with an indifferent voice. "But you know you asked for it."

"I'm not complaining", she said, bringing her hand back up to her face, contemplating the whitish, gooey mess on her fingers, a mixture of Kyōraku's semen and her own bodily fluids. "In fact, I love it like this... this melange is the most erotic and intimate proof of pure sex."

Smiling, Kyōraku softly rubbed his nose on her neck, tickling her with his beard stubble, before he whispered: "Want me to lick you clean?"

Her eyes widened for a second in surprise, but then her gaze became all alluring and she put on a content smile. "Yes, captain."

Moaning breathlessly, Jūshirō raised his head in order to get a better look at Kensei's thick cock working between his legs, being rhythmically thrust into his body. It was a thrilling sight, and the feeling wasn't unpleasant at all, although it had been a little painful after such a long time. Kensei was really giving it his all, sweat covering his whole body. A displeased grunt escaped his lips, when he pulled out a little too far, causing his cock to slide out of the tight opening. Jūshirō felt a sharp sting of arousal between his legs upon seeing his lover's ripe cock, the tip already turned purple, twitching impatiently in the cool air.

They both gave out a moan when Kensei shoved his cock back inside with a trembling hand, continuing to fuck the slender person beneath him with hard thrusts. Ready to come, Jūshirō grabbed his own neglected cock with one hand, propping up his torso on the other elbow for a better sight.

"Oh... fuck", Kensei hissed through clenched teeth, his movements becoming more erratic and intense, "you're so fuckin' hot, babe... I'mma come..."

"Wait a moment", Jūshirō requested, voice trembling, while he jerked his own cock, "I'm really close, too..."

"God, you're killing me", Kensei groaned, lowering his head to rest his forehead on Jūshirō's shoulder, but without slowing down his rhythm. "Hurry... I'm going to cum now..."

"Hold it just a sec..."

"Fuck... ah, fuck, I can't... I'm coming..." With a loud moan, all muscles in his body twitching, Kensei quickly pulled out, a split second before he blew his huge load all over his lover's chest and stomach. On the edge of his perception, he could feel Jūshirō's reiatsu rise again, the soft ripples on it's surface turned into full-blown waves. He braced himself against the enormous current, digging into the sea with his wind-reiatsu as Jūshirō reared up beneath him, his mouth opened to a silent cry as he let himself be swept away by a convulsing release.

Later , the two men were lying next to each other in silence, glancing up at the ceiling that presented itself as a wavering grey matter in the dimness of the moonlight. Lost in deep thoughts, Muguruma was playing with one of Ukitake's long strands of hair, and enjoyed the numbness of his drained body.

"Kensei", the soft voice of the white-haired captain sounded next to him.

Lazily, he turned his body on the side to face the other man with a smile.

"What is it, my Jūshirō-chan?"

"I want to ask you something..."