Note: okay, things get a little spicy in this chapter...more spicy that usual! Just saying! Hope you enjoy and look forward to the next chapter! This should be done soon...hopefully approx 10 chapters.

Chapter 7: Plush

Byakuya was starting to get used to the fact that Yoruichi was carrying his child. She hadn't agreed to his suggestions yet, but he already went ahead in making arrangements for a nursery to be built at his manor (where he decided the child would be raised). He had interviewed one hundred nannies so far, of which only 2 seemed fit to help nurture his child. Those 2 would undergo an examination and further investigation later this week. Additionally, Byakuya hired Squad 4 member Hanatarou to 'safeguard' the pregnancy, conducting tasks from massaging Yoruichi to orchestrating her diet plan. Yoruichi frequently sent him away, but Byakuya ensured Hanatarou kept returning the next day. That was his child in her belly: she had to be ready to safely introduce it into their world.

Byakuya found himself daydreaming at his desk. Initially, the news had shocked him; the pregnancy unwanted. But as Yoruichi came up to 18 weeks, he secretly enjoyed preparing for the birth. He didn't mind adding 'Father' to his list of titles. As expected of him, Byakuya visited Yoruichi 2 times a week to check on her. He would always bring low-sodium chilli rice crackers and low-fat whipped cream, along with any serums he assumed she would need. When near Yoruichi, he could feel the mellow, yet powerful energy of their child; it made his whole body tingle with joy. He rarely showed it, but Byakuya was happy. For once, he and Yoruichi were working together – actually co-operating.

Yoruichi was pleasantly surprised, too. Byakuya had exceeded all of her expectations, carrying out all of his duties. At first, Yoruichi made him run ridiculous errands to test his seriousness, but he never failed a challenge. She was so pleased she had chosen not to go forward with the pre-natal paternity test, certain it was the right decision. 'It's like it never happened,' she told herself as her assistant slid on her violet kimono. Yoruichi felt like her body was sinking into warm white sand as she brushed the slight arc of her stomach – she was showing. Yoruichi quickly matured these past few weeks. She was responsible for the being inside her – both her and Byakuya. They had to put aside their differences for its sake. "Not too tight," she said as the assistant wrapped the belt around her waist. Part of the deal was to visit Byakuya once a month, keeping him updated. She didn't look at herself for too long in the mirror, slightly abashed at the motherly glow she radiated. "Let's go," she said.

Yoruichi eyed the historical Shihouin fan on display as she followed the maids through the corridor. She hadn't noticed it before. 'He actually put it up,' she thought. "Captain Kuchiki awaits you," a man said, opening a door in front of her. Yoruichi went into the room and rest on the tatame mat. "Please use the seat," the man insisted, as if scared. "Honestly, it's more comfortable this way," Yoruichi smiled. "But Captain Kuchiki said–" "Let her do as she wishes," Byakuya interjected, entering from another door at the side of the room. The man bowed deeply and left them alone. Yoruichi caught a glimpse of Byakuya's gaze, but looked down at her hands, fighting back her reddening cheeks. The pregnancy was changing her. It wasn't like before when she dared to pierce his eyes with hers. Now, seeing those stormy orbs – and scared to see what may lay behind them – made her stomach flutter. She felt closer to Byakuya than ever before, connected via a spiritual pressure within.

Byakuya could feel her maternal phosphorescence like the warmth of a fire. He narrowed his eyes slightly, noticing a 0.3mm increase in the span of her waist. He knelt down opposite her; her glow simmering the pallid skin across his chest. He cleared his throat. "How have you been doing, Yoruichi?" She skimmed her jaw line with a finger, brushing a stray hair. "Everything has been going well, as planned." Byakuya placed a pair of fine half-moon lenses on the bridge of his nose and revealed a small notepad from a pocket. He read his elegant script. "I have received word that you attended your appointments with Captain Unohana?" "I have." "Have you been sticking to your new diet?" "Reluctantly so." "Are you taking your medicines?" "As you have asked."

Everything was going too smoothly. Byakuya wanted her to defy him at least once so he could implement one of his backup plans. He tried to come up with something she may not have done. "Have you been taking Hanatarou's advice on preparing for breastfeeding?" Yoruichi finally looked him in the eyes. "I have done everything you've asked, but I will not do that. This isn't the first time you've mentioned this," she sighed. "It's what's best for our child, Yoruichi." "But what about what's best for me? I'm not comfortable doing it." Yoruichi folded her arms. It seemed the baby had not completely changed her after all. Byakuya's lip almost twitched into a smile. "A cat who will not milk her off-spring? What a paradox," he uttered. Yoruichi furrowed her brows. Byakuya continued, "I expected as much. I have asked developers at Squad 12 to prepare a special feed for the child which will contain a sufficient amount of nutrients. Your decision should not hinder." "Whatever," she muttered.

The Kuchiki prince stood up putting away his glasses and notepad, making his way to one of the doors. "Come," he beckoned. Yoruichi slowly rose and followed him. 'When did I start taking orders from him so easily?' she thought. Byakuya informed, "I want to show you something." It took a while, but they finally made it towards the end of the manor, arriving at another plain sliding door. When they stepped inside, Yoruichi was taken aback. Her eyes glistened. Byakuya had prepared a beautiful nursery, complete with a children's library, play area and several plush toys in an array of colours. The carpet was fluffy and bouncy – the rest of the manor didn't compare to this. Amongst her happiness, guilt was eating away at Yoruichi's core. 'All of this...for a child that may not be yours...' She winced quietly.

Thinking she was in pain, Byakuya impulsively cupped his hand around Yoruichi's bump, pressing firmly yet soothingly. His eyes widened. His body electrified feeling the spiritual energy of the three powers bound together – feeling his child move. He quickly joined his other palm, closing his eyes as the current ran through him. 'My child...its mother...me,' he thought. Yoruichi blinked, biting her trembling lip. She slowly placed her hands over his. "I feel it too," she whispered. "I feel it." Swept away by his child's movement, Byakuya lowered his head. Their foreheads touched, completing the circuit. Yoruichi lowered her eyelids as the coolness of Byakuya's breath tickled her face. She lifted her head so their noses kissed – their lips what felt like miles apart. 'This feeling,' she thought. 'This feeling alone proves he is the child's father.' She let their fingers interlace over her stomach as the force built within them. This soon evolved into aching desire as the air between their mouths flared with passion. Byakuya slammed Yoruichi against the wall, arms pinned up above her. He opened his eyes.

"I'm sorry," Byakuya whispered, unchaining her. "The child..." Yoruichi couldn't help but breath through her mouth, still prickling with ecstasy. "I'm fine. You didn't hurt me or the baby." Byakuya stepped back, head turned to his shoulder. "That was inappropriate," he declared. He would not go there again; he was here for the child. High on his touch, Yoruichi clenched his upper arms, shaking him. "Was it, Byakuya? Was it so wrong for two people literally sharing a bond to feel that way?" she cried. Byakuya's muscles tightened. "I don't know why, but ever since this child started growing in me, I feel a strong connection to you." Her heart was jumping. "It's like you're the right one." She released him, facing away. "You have never left my mind, Byakuya. What you do to me...I hate you so much!" She slammed her fists against the sky blue wall.

Byakuya pulled her arms back, locking her again. "Be careful," he hushed gingerly, brushing his mouth against her ear. "There you go again, making me..." her voice trailed off between her now loosened locks. Byakuya stared at the silken skin of her neck. She felt so soft through the kimono. The pregnancy had only injected her curves, making her even more voluptuous. Byakuya wanted this woman so badly. However, this time was different – he wanted to protect her as well as pleasure her. He drew her closer to him, the drum of his heartbeat against her back making her throb. His mouth was so close to her ear she could hear the blood tear through his veins. "I hate you too," he hissed.

Byakuya spun the woman in his grip and yanked her head back, sealing their mouths. Realising how rough he was being, he gently cradled her into embrace, massaging her tongue with his. He swallowed her moans as Yoruichi clung to his broad back, letting him search her new body. His hands slid under the amethyst silk, encircling her inflamed nipples. She screamed in bliss; pregnancy made her extremely sensitive. Byakuya pecked along her collarbone, playing with her breasts as she breathed harder. His kimono loosened as she sealed their bodies. Yoruichi was too tired to try and dominate, instead letting him do as he pleased.

He toted her in his arms, carrying Yoruichi over to the pile of plush toys on the cotton rug. Byakuya laid her there and glanced at the door behind them: it was closed. In a flash he disrobed her, baring her shining skin. Yoruichi self-consciously slid her knees together; he hadn't seen her body in a long time – especially not like this in broad daylight. But Byakuya smirked at her timidity, spreading her legs and fitting himself between them. He hungrily sucked on her jaw then sailed his tongue down to her entrance, softening the kisses over her stomach. Once reached, he spread the folds between his fingers, licking his lips. Byakuya tasted the glaze, softly at first, then increased pressure. Yoruichi couldn't help but cry ecstatically again; the way his tongue danced with her bud just felt too good. She could sense everything from the toys tickling her back to Byakuya's sensual grunts. The pleasure was immense.

Though Yoruichi eased up to try and pleasure him, he held her down. "Be still," he muffled, kissing her lower lips. Yoruichi cringed seeing him like this. Her stomach quaked as his tongue stretched her opening, swirling deeper and deeper into her. She felt a fool yelling, "Just do it Byakuya! I can't take this anymore...!" She couldn't see it, but she felt him smile against her.

Byakuya removed his own attire, exposing his handsomely moulded physique in the sunlight. He positioned her waist to lock with his, but hesitated. Yoruichi reassured, "You can still do it while pregnant, Byakuya." She curled her legs around his waist, winding her hips. He gave her an uncertain look. "I read it in those leaflets. Please..." Instead, he flipped her over, utilising her auxiliary opening. Yoruichi widened her eyes. "Byakuya, wait–" He shoved into her, shivering at the way her rear muscles smothered his pulsing extension. Yoruichi shrieked at the burning pleasure; she had never done this before. It hurt as he thrust himself deeper and deeper, but the pain was blanketed by the waves of titillation from all the points he was hitting. Her fluids extended upwards, allowing her to facilitate him. Byakuya cuffed her hands in his own as he jounced, watching her bosom shimmy. He moaned as her inner muscles convulsed. His chest was burning; Byakuya so badly wanted to act out his dreams, punishing her for making him wait so long for this.

"Oh, Byakuya...uuuahh!" Her voice was thick with arousal. She was driving him crazy. He had to do it; he had to spank her. Byakuya released her hands and slammed his palm against her plump behind, his eyes almost flooding with black. Yoruichi arched her back, squeezing her eyes shut. She loved that he wasn't afraid to go there with her – to make her completely his. He smacked her again and again, her buttocks red and swelling. "Do not make me wait this long again," he huffed threateningly, pumping away. At any other time Byakuya would have scared her, but when they were like this, his aggression only exhilarated her. Yoruichi curled her fingers and toes in a spasm, experiencing her first rear orgasm. A tear rolled down her eyes. Byakuya cuffed her waist.

"To whom do you belong?" he growled, ramming madly against her walls. Yoruichi winced at the pain starting to resurface. She cried his name as he slid his fingers over her bud – that damned figure-of-eight movement. He gripped her hair, jolting her head back so he could whisper in her ear. "I said...to whom do you belong?" He rolled his tongue over the curve of her ear as he etched closer to release. He felt it build up inside him like sand in an hourglass.

Yoruichi wouldn't say it. Some words couldn't be taken back and he would never let her forget it. She grabbed the wrist that pulled against her mane. Byakuya filled both entrances, shoving his whole length in from behind and letting his digits extend inside her in front. Yoruichi's breath grew shallow as her vision blurred, literally drowning in pleasure. For once (and after only one go) Yoruichi had had enough. It was too much. "Byakuya...hurry!"

He refused to fill her just yet. He needed to hear her say those words. Byakuya ceaselessly explored between her legs, heating the room. "Byakuya, please..." He suckled along her spine causing her to scream once more. She couldn't take it.

"I belong to you, Byakuya! I'm yours! Please, just stop...I can't take it anymore!"

Byakuya freed Yoruichi, shaking as he erupted inside her. He unplugged himself, watching his fruit shoot onto her dark skin and the surrounding carpet. Yoruichi was sprawled over the toys, sexually exhausted.

He romantically ran his hand over her back, massaging her. Yoruichi peeled one eye open.

"You bastard..." she quietly spat. Yoruichi was his once more. Byakuya kissed along her arm then stood up. "I'll arrange to have the carpet changed," he said.

"I'm glad you are finding these meetings useful," Unohana smiled. "Don't hesitate to ask me any questions." Byakuya had asked her a thousand times, "May I see Yoruichi's file?" Unohana laughed softly. "As I always say, Captain Kuchiki, no. I cannot disclose patient information despite your rank or your relationship with her." "What if she gave me permission?" "I'd have to see it in writing." Byakuya leaned back in the chair. "I see," he uttered. Unohana stood up from her seat. "Let me get you some additional leaflets – it seems I have run out. Give me a moment or two," she informed. Byakuya eyed the yellow folder she placed on the shelf as she exited her office. 'It will only take a moment,' he thought. He deserved to know how well she was doing – whether or not he needed to make changes to her plan.

Byakuya flash-stepped over to the shelf and swiftly opened the file, scanning the pages. 'Blood pressure normal...the infant responds to stimulus...ADH45 recommended for back pain...' There was nothing in here he wasn't aware of. Pleased, he stretched his arm up to replace the file, but a loose pink page caught his eye. He placed the file back on the table and sat in Unohana's seat, reading the sheet. His eyes widened.

'Pre-natal paternity test request form:

Patient details: Shihouin Yoruichi, Female, 156 cm, 45kg (at 6-7 weeks pregnant) – DNA sample received? YES

Reason for request: personal, legal

Possible fathers: 2

Details of possible fathers:

1) Kuchiki Byakuya, Male, 180cm, 64kg – DNA sample received? NO

2) Urahara Kisuke, Male, 183cm, 69kg – DNA sample received? NO

Request accepted? YES

Results: N/A – APPLICATION WITHDRAWN.'

In the next chapter...Byakuya confronts Yoruichi and Kisuke over what he's found out. Expect drama! ^.^