Author's Note: My cat is gone. I am very sad…
"I am soooo drunk." Starrk carefully tried to put his glass back on the table. It hit with a rather loud, wet thump. Shunsui grinned and he eyed his lover with disfavor. "And you're not. I hate you."
"Oh Lupe, I have so many decades of practice! How could you hope to match me?" Shunsui said as Juushiro brought out a plate of cookies. Starrk tried to focus on them but his eyes weren't cooperating. "Hmm. I think you do need to stop, though. Otherwise you'll pass out and miss the sex! That would be tragic."
"Particularly since I was thinking manwich." Starrk said, drunkenness removing what few inhibitions he had. "Two at the same time. I'm drunk enough to be down for that." He said before trying to pick up his glass again. He missed and knocked it off the table instead, sending pretty red liquor across the floor. "Damn!"
"No more of that. Have a cookie." Juushiro placed one in his hand and Starrk regarded it curiously for a moment. It looked like a pinwheel. Sampling it he found it was a date cookie. Really very delicious. Munching quietly, he closed his eyes for a moment. He would just rest them…
He woke up to a hand on his shoulder and blinked as he realized he'd fallen asleep. Or passed out. Lifting his head, he looked into warm brown eyes. Juushiro seemed amused by something. Him? Probably. Had he fallen unconscious in the act of eating a cookie? From the sweet flavor in his mouth, he thought he had.
"That can't possibly be good for my teeth." He muttered, surprising a laugh from his partner as Juushiro helped him up. Starrk staggered, accidentally putting his weight on the taichou.
"No, it can't." He agreed and Starrk smiled vaguely, wishing his eyes would focus properly. Even after a rest, he was still extremely drunk. "We're about to go to bed." Juushiro gently pushed a bit of stray hair away from his face and Starrk nuzzled his hand. Then he tried to nip. In his drunken mind, it suddenly seemed like the most natural thing in the world. "Hey!" Juushiro seemed started by the action.
"What?" Starrk said, curling his lip in a way any other hollow would recognize as both feral and lustful. Juushiro wasn't a hollow, though, and just put an arm around his waist.
"Come to bed." He said firmly and Starrk was more than willing to go. He had such wonderful ideas…
Uhm, Starrk? You're drunk. Calm down. Lilinette sounded alarmed but Starrk ignored her. He knew what he was doing. He was going to get laid just the way he wanted. Yes, he knew exactly what he wanted from his two mates.
When he was brought to the bed, Starrk let himself fall onto the soft blankets, pulling Juushiro down with him. He hooked his legs around the taichou, rubbing his body up against him as he gazed into warm brown eyes. Then he licked his lips, peeling them away from his teeth in a small snarl.
"Fuck me." He said, running his hands over that body through Juushiro's clothes. He heard the taichou's breath hitch, felt his desire rising. "Fuck me hard, make me scream." He demanded, then looked up as a hand touched his head.
"Lupe, you're very drunk." Shunsui sounded amused but also a touch alarmed. His smile was cautious. Starrk wasn't willing to tolerate that.
"Fuck… that! I am… Coyote Starrk!" He snarled as his zanpakuto made a sound of horror. Shunsui's eyes went wide as Juushiro gasped. "Shut up Lilinette… I am the Primera Espada! I can take… two cocks up my ass! Now fuck me like a hollow would! Make me bleed!" He wanted to see blood, wanted to smell it. Wanted to taste it and roll it on his tongue. "I need you." He moaned, letting all the wanton desire show. He needed them so badly. He rolled his head back, exposing his throat as he whined softly. He felt like a bitch in heat, he needed to feel them… Teeth suddenly went down on his shoulder and Starrk made a soft sound of pain and pleasure, reaching up to slide a hand through brown hair.
"Shunsui?!" Juushiro's voice seemed oddly distant. Starrk looked up at him, his eyes shaded with lust and saw the taichou was sitting back, looking at him with some shock. Shunsui lifted his head, licking his lips and Starrk dragged him in for a kiss. He could taste the blood in the shinigami's mouth and it inflamed him. Shunsui pulled back just a moment to speak.
"Why not give him what he wants, Juu? He might be drunk but he seems coherent enough." He said and Starrk growled before yanking him down again. "And – mph – enthusiastic…" Shunsui groaned as blunt nails went down his back, leaving pink marks. Not quite drawing blood, not yet. But that would come. "Get undressed, would you?" Shunsui was already naked. Starrk wasn't and that frustrated him. He reached for his clothing with unsteady hands and Shunsui helped him, groping him along the way. Starrk whined at him, a feral yet needy sound. "Kami. You sound like a dog…"
"Wolf." He whispered before kissing Shunsui. The bed shifted as Juushiro joined them and Shunsui lifted him up, pulling him onto his lap. Warm hands went over his shoulders and back, Juushiro's hands. But they were gentle, too gentle. "Claw me. Hurt me. I want it." He begged as he shifted himself in Shunsui's lap. "Fuck me…" He desired them both so much. He didn't care if it hurt, no, he wanted it to hurt. Following that desire he bit Shunsui, dragging his teeth through fragile skin. The shinigami man groaned and gripped his hair, yanking roughly on the strands. Starrk savored the mild pain as he was dragged away, licking his lips.
"Coyote Starrk." Shunsui's tone was wondering as he gazed into Starrk's face. Then a smile crossed the shinigami's face. "Tomorrow, we're going to have a chat about this. But tonight… tonight, we'll give you what you want. Right Juu?"
"…Yes." Starrk heard that soft voice behind him then arched as nails dug into his back. Teeth found the bend of his shoulder, sinking in and he moaned loudly at the oh so pleasant pain. "Kami, I want him now. Shunsui?"
"Right here." Starrk's lust and alcohol hazed eyes made out something. Yes… lube. They would need that. He could take one dry and sort of enjoy it, but never two. "Do you want to, Juu?"
"Yes." The lube was passed over and Starrk rubbed against Shunsui then whined as well lubed fingers began working on his entrance. Sweet kami it felt so good… so did the hard length he could feel poking against his stomach, the warm lips that caught his in another blood flavored kiss. Starrk felt like he might die from the anticipation as he trembled against Shunsui, caught between the two of them.
"You remembered to put up a privacy kido? I think he's going to be very loud." It suddenly annoyed Starrk that Shunsui sounded so normal. He should be writhing too! Intent on fixing that, he wrapped a hand around that erection and began teasing the firm flesh, making Kyoraku gasp. "Ah… kami…"
"Yes, I remembered." Juushiro said as Shunsui shoved up against him, reacting to that touch on his rock hard member. Starrk licked his lips in anticipation. Soon that would be inside him. Speaking of which…
"Give me some lube." He demanded as he held out a hand. Juushiro squeezed it out for him and he used it on Shunsui, smearing the sticky stuff onto his cock as the shinigami groaned. Starrk watched, rapt, as grey eyes half-closed with pleasure. "Oh kami, am I ready?" He probably wasn't but he didn't care too much. He wanted to feel them so desperately. There was a soft gasp behind him and Starrk shivered as another erection rubbed against him.
"I think so, if we take it slowly." Juushiro said and Starrk nodded as he moved, guiding Shunsui to his entrance. Then he reached further, finding Juushiro's cock and putting them together. He could do this, he knew how. Sinking onto the two of them he groaned, feeling the incredible sensation of being so completely filled. He also felt a great deal of pain but it was easily overwhelmed by the mind-numbing pleasure, merging and becoming part of it. It hurt yet felt so amazingly good…
"Oh kami you are so tight in there!" Shunsui gasped and Starrk looked into his face, seeing the fine beads of sweat on that warm, sun-kissed skin. He delicately licked them, savoring the salty taste on his tongue. Then teeth found his shoulder and Starrk cried out, his fingers digging into Kyoraku's shoulders as his two shinigami lovers began to take him in a slow, careful but ever so wonderful rhythm.
Starrk knew he was leaving marks on Shunsui, scratches that would be bright red tomorrow, but he didn't care. No, he did care… he wanted to leave those marks, wanted to state that this man was his. Bringing one hand to his mouth he sucked on his fingers, savoring the blood as Shunsui stared at him with wide eyed lust. Starrk glanced over his shoulder to see Juushiro. The shinigami behind him was losing himself to the sensations, his face flushed and his breathing coming heavily as he matched Shunsui's rhythm and dove into his body. Starrk whimpered as he was caught in the most pleasurable of torments. The incredible pressure against his prostate, the friction deep inside him that made him writhe with every thrust…
"Kami… kami…" Shunsui seemed to be praying and Starrk couldn't help but grin.
"I am your god now." He boasted, feeling strangely powerful. He was bringing them this pleasure. Yes, this was his doing. "Cum for me." He commanded before gripping the blankets, shoving his hips down just as the moved up. Juushiro gasped and Shunsui cursed, his voice suddenly breathless. "Yes, like that." Starrk moaned. He felt like all the blood in his body was going to his straining cock. He was going to cum any moment. Any moment…
Then Juushiro bit him again. The white haired taichou was surprisingly fierce and Starrk cried out as the coil in his belly snapped. His hands tore into the blankets, then found Shunsui's shoulders and dug in as his insides tightened unbearably around his two partners. Shunsui arched under him, his whole body going tense as a board as he made a hoarse sound. Juushiro's mouth left him as the shinigami behind him gave voice to his pleasure, his arms firmly around Starrk's chest as his body spent itself inside him. Starrk panted harshly, trying to get his body back under control. He was limp between them, feeling like a rag doll.
"Kami, that was so good. Was it good for you… Coyote?" Shunsui said, looking up at him with a tired, satisfied yet oddly watchful expression. Lupe curled his lip. No one called him Coyote.
"Starrk." He said, almost pouting. Lilinette was hissing at him but he was just too drunk to care. "He's dead. You killed him." Starrk said, and it didn't feel like he was lying. That had been a death blow. Only Aizen or Orihime could have saved him from his fate. "I am Lupe, and I am alive." He said just before he claimed Shunsui's lips in a passionate kiss. There was a short moment of resistance before his lover kissed him back.
"Oh, you are definitely alive." Juushiro said with a breathless laugh as he slowly pulled away. Starrk sighed, feeling mostly relieved. As wonderful as it felt to have the both of them inside, his body was complaining about it. That was hardly a natural occurrence. "Forget about it Shunsui. He's too drunk to make sense."
"But don't they say there's truth in wine? Hmm, I'm too tired though…" Shunsui yawned as Starrk flopped down beside him. The bed was filled with the scent of sweat and sex. It was so wonderfully comforting, he felt like he could stay here forever. There was more talking but Starrk was oblivious to it. His exhausted, inebriated mind was done.
Completely sated and comfortable, he fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
Okay, Starrk. I know you're awake. Starrk whimpered, wishing the voice would go away. He was trying to die at the moment. Die later! You need to think about what to say to Kimono-chan. Kimono-chan? Oh, Shunsui.
"What about him?" Starrk whispered almost inaudibly. Even that tiny vibration made him cringe.
You really fucked up last night. You told him you're Coyote Starrk and now he's all suspicious! Prepare for major acting!Starrk considered that, then considered the option of just telling Shunsui everything and begging for merciful death. It sounded like a very good idea at the moment – No! Stop being a wuss Starrk! God, you need to stop letting Shunsui get you shitfaced drunk. You lose all your inhibitions then turn into a whiney mess the next day.
"Shut… up… Lilinette…" He growled before deciding to tackle a vital aspect of his existence… moving. His bladder was ridiculously full and if he didn't get up he was going to pee the bed. And it wasn't his bed. The bed was empty and he was clearly the last one to wake. "At least Juushiro can tell Rukia why I'm late…" And it could all be conveniently blamed on Shunsui. Really, how could a young shinigami refuse to drink with a taichou?
You better start refusing or it's your own liver you'll need to be concerned about. Lilinette groused and Starrk sighed, running a trembling hand through his hair. She had a point. Shunsui was a functioning alcoholic, he could handle this sort of thing. Shuffling away and wincing at the pain in his head, Starrk –
Got caught by a hand on the arm and found himself meeting intent grey eyes.
"So, Lupe. Or should I say Starrk? Did you sleep well?" Shunsui said and Starrk sighed to himself. He knew where this was going. But his body had urgent needs that simply couldn't wait.
"Shunsui, I have something very important to tell you." He said seriously and those grey eyes widened. "If you don't let go of me right now I'm going to pee all over the carpet." Shunsui let go of his arm like he was red hot. "Thank you." He finished his short trip to the bathroom and took care of his urgent problem as Lilinette giggled madly in the back of his mind. He came back out, grabbing a robe on the way. He'd gone in naked. "Now, what was that about?" He ran his tongue over his teeth, grimacing. "And do we have any tea and aspirin? My mouth tastes like something died in it and my head is killing me." That was putting it mildly. This was a pretty bad handover.
"Right out here!" Juushiro's voice floated in from the kitchen and Starrk gratefully went as Shunsui watched him with both a bemused and intent air. "Would you like anything to eat?" He asked and Starrk's stomach lurched.
"Oh kami. No." He said weakly and Juushiro shook his head with a smile. Shunsui followed him, taking a seat.
"You know, you really should try to eat something. Eggs are good, I feel they help settle the stomach." Shunsui said and Starrk hesitated before nodding. His lover did have a great deal of experience in this area. "Now, Starrk, I think we need to talk." Shunsui said and Starrk growled at him.
"You know what I really hate? When you drop your lazy, sybaritic drunk act and get all dangerous and clever." He said as Shunsui gave him a half-smile. "And you know why? Because it means you don't trust me." That made Shunsui frown and look into his tea. It was nothing but the truth though. Shunsui wasn't really pretending to be a lazy drunk. He enjoyed being a lazy drunk… he was just so much more, beneath that. "Also, stop calling me that. I told you, he's dead." He said before sipping his tea.
"So you do remember." Shunsui said quietly as Juushiro brought them breakfast. Starrk glanced at him but the white haired taichou seemed far less concerned than Shunsui. Of course, they hadn't fought very much compared to what he and Shunsui had done.
"You asked about my scar." He said quietly, meeting Shunsui's eyes. "You should know what happened, you were there." He ran a finger over that spot, feeling the slight ridge even beneath his robes. "The look on your face, right before you cut me in half… you seemed regretful. Why?" It had been such a powerful moment in time. Starrk had known he was dead and he'd seen the same knowledge in Shunsui's regretful eyes, just before he'd dealt the blow. "Was it because I seemed so young?" He asked quietly and knew he'd hit the mark dead on as he saw a flash of pain cross Shunsui's face.
"I'm sorry." Shunsui said quietly before sipping his tea. "Yes, you did seem terribly young. I'm not even sure why I felt that way. You fought as well as any taichou. And yet, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was facing a child." He said softly before looking into his tea. "I did regret it. But you gave me no choice."
"…I know." He did know. He'd been defeated, laying in the rubble, before Lilinette had given him a pep talk and gotten him to try again. Why had she done that?
Aizen's zanpakuto told me I had to. Also, she promised he'd save you if you were gonna die. And he did so, well, okay. Lilinette said and Starrk nodded to himself. That made sense. Then he looked up from his tea at Shunsui.
"You're right. I gave you no choice." He said softly as the taichou across from him closed his eyes for a moment before nodding. "Please Shunsui, don't worry about it. I'm not holding a grudge and I hope you're not." To Starrk, that was the important point. It seemed like Shunsui in particular was holding the past against him, although he wasn't sure why. Shunsui looked a touch startled at the thought but then gave him a small smile.
"Oh Lupe, I'm not holding a grudge! I was afraid you might be." He said and Starrk blinked at the thought. That had been the last thing on his mind. "Or, well, you might have some strange idea of freeing Aizen."
"All I can remember of Aizen is playing chess with him." Starrk lied. Although it wasn't too much of a lie. That was the one thing he and his 'father' had shared. "There's something else though, something that troubles you both." He could feel the miasma of concern around Juushiro, in particular. Shunsui hesitated and it was the white haired taichou who answered.
"We just worry for you. If anyone found out who you used to be, there might be questions. And with everything else…" Juushiro let the statement trail off and Starrk nodded. He did understand that concern.
"The only ones who fought me closely were the two of you. Who else would recognize me?" He asked before smiling crookedly. "And I'm not so memorable as all that." His coloring was normal for a shinigami, nothing like Grimmjow's neon hair. Or even Halibel's incredible bust. "You shouldn't worry about it. I'll be fine."
"Mmm… yes, well, you won't be if you don't start eating. Take my word for it, the eggs will help." Shunsui urged him and Starrk dropped his gaze to his plate, swallowing a bit at the nausea. Then he gamely took a bite of egg. Shunsui was probably right and he definitely needed something. "Have you had any aspirin yet?"
"No, I couldn't find it." He hadn't wanted to spend too much time sorting through the medicine cabinet, either. Shunsui smiled and went to get him some pills while he and Juushiro ate quietly. "…I wish it could be like this every day." Waking up with his lovers, sharing a breakfast… if every day were like today, life would be perfect. Juushiro smiled sadly as he sipped his tea.
"So do I." He said and their eyes met for a moment. Starrk could see the sadness, the carefully hidden pain in the other man. Acting on impulse he reached out to take his hand, giving him a gentle squeeze. Juushiro seemed startled for a moment but then smiled at him. Starrk smiled back, then looked up as Shunsui came back with the pills. Swallowing them, he concentrated on enjoying the moment.
It didn't happen very often. He needed to savor it while he could.
Starrk sat on a bench and nursed his wounds as he waited for his turn in Juushiro's office.
Considering himself thoughtfully, he tried to tally up the damage. Skinned knuckles, bruises on his chest and belly, a rather painful gash, also on his belly – what had caused that? He really had no idea – and of course, the damage to his face. He had a black eye, a split lip and another ugly gash to his cheek. He hadn't gotten any medical treatment but this was all very minor. He would probably have the cut seen to, just to minimize scarring. Sometimes very minor wounds could leave marks, and it was on his face.
One of his erstwhile combatants stepped out of the office, giving him a look full of hatred before he hurried away. Starrk smiled to himself as he stood. He was sure that Ukitake had ripped a stripe off the man, in his own quiet way. Then the smile faded. The man wasn't a seated officer but he wasn't one of the new recruits to the Division, either. One of them had been involved and Juushiro had seen to them first.
Squaring his shoulders, Starrk went into the office. He felt a tingle of kido as he entered and knew that Juushiro had cast a silencing incantation. The white haired taichou looked up from his desk with a wan smile as Starrk closed the door.
"Reporting as ordered, taichou." He said respectfully and Juushiro's smile warmed. He gestured to the chair across from him and Starrk settled in, reaching up to gently rub his eye. It was really starting to sting. Juushiro poured him some tea and he accepted it.
"You don't have to be so formal, Lupe. I'm sure you noticed the kido I used." Juushiro said and Starrk nodded before sipping his tea. "This kind of attack should not happen." He said and Starrk shrugged.
"It was probably inevitable. And really, it could have been worse." He said lightly as Juushiro frowned at him. "No one drew a sword."
"No one would dare." Juushiro growled and Starrk understood why. This attack had happened in the Division's grounds. Starrk couldn't possibly have avoided it… his duties required him to come back and make reports. It was the one place he could be easily accosted, but it was also directly under the supervision of Ukitake and his officers. Beating him up in the Division grounds was already quite daring, no one would be willing to add live steel to that. "Can you describe your other attackers? I've tried to get their identities from the two we caught but…" Juushiro rubbed a hand over his face and Starrk smiled. It wasn't a cheerful smile, though.
"I can do better than that. I know two of them. Kuchiki Nakaru and Kyoraku Iso." He said frankly and Juushiro stared, surprised. "Iso was part of my graduating class. I'm not sure what his relationship to Shunsui is. Nakaru… he, ah, had words with me after the ball." Apparently his sister had been quite disappointed when her parents had vetoed him as a possible future husband. She'd been under the impression that he was a junior member of the Kyoraku family. "The rest, I don't know." They had been complete strangers to him. Juushiro grimaced.
"I'm fairly sure you just pinpointed the main instigators." He said and Starrk nodded. Two young nobles from exalted clans would likely not be following the others. "I'll speak to Kuchiki taichou. He should be able to take care of his clansman quietly." He said after a moment and Starrk understood. In some ways, nobles were above the law. For a taichou, disciplining a noble, particularly about something like this, might devolve into politics. But Byakuya speaking to an erring clan member would be business as usual. "I'll ask Shunsui about Iso. He should at least be able to tell me who he is. But he can't help us with his clan."
"Juushiro… what is Shunsui's position in his clan? If you don't mind me asking?" Starrk asked cautiously. The question might be offensive. Juushiro hesitated a moment before nodding with a sigh.
"I suppose you should know. Shunsui's position in the Kyoraku clan is rather strange." Juushiro poured them both some tea and Starrk sipped his, listening. "He's a taichou, highly competent and extremely intelligent, when he wants to be. His clan can see that. His grandmother, especially, thinks he could be the greatest clan head they've ever had." Juushiro looked into his tea, his expression pensive. "There are so many obligations inherent to being a clan head. Kuchiki taichou could tell you… most clan heads take on the duties gladly, for their families and for the power. Shunsui despises his family and the power means nothing to him. He'd do anything to be free of them, but they won't let him go. His grandmother knows he could be brilliant if he just tried, and she's head of the clan council."
"She doesn't know." Starrk mused and Juushiro nodded with a small sigh. "I wonder if it would make any difference." Even after all the centuries that had gone by, Shunsui hadn't fully recovered. The wounds ran deep. "How can they betroth him against his will though? I don't understand."
"Shunsui's father is technically the clan head. As both his father and the patriarch of the family, he would have the power to decree a marriage." Juushiro explained as Starrk listened. "However, his father is very ill. He's been bedridden for some time and he's confused in the mind. The council could remove him but he signs anything they give him, so essentially he's a figurehead while they rule the clan. They're the ones who keep trying to arrange a marriage and then they get his father to sign the decrees." Juushiro made a face. "I think they believe that if Shunsui finally got a wife he would settle down and become responsible."
"Mmm, right." Starrk shook his head at that. Shunsui wasn't the womanizer they thought and Juushiro had helped him as much as anyone humanly could. Juushiro sighed and changed the subject.
"Those names will help but can you describe the rest of the attackers?" He asked and Starrk nodded before giving a physical description of the last two. There had been six of them. Six on one, very sporting. But he'd given a very good accounting of himself before the alarm had gone out and several officers had come to break it up. "I'll look into it. Please be careful, Lupe." Juushiro said, concerned, and Starrk nodded.
"I'm going to a small party with Rukia tonight." She was introducing him to her friends, just as Ukitake had asked. Starrk had almost betrayed himself when he'd been introduced to Hinamori Momo. The worst part had been the fact that he'd been thinking she was very pretty before Rukia had said her name. Embarrassing didn't even begin to cover that but he'd hidden his reaction well. He had a feeling a few of them weren't keen on him, like Abarai Renji. But if the other man was willing to make an effort, Starrk would certainly meet him halfway. "I'll stay with them at all times." No one but an idiot would try to ambush him in the presence of a fukutaichou. Juushiro nodded, a bit relieved. There was something thoughtful in his expression, though. Starrk wondered what he was thinking.
"Well, I have duties and so do you. Is there anything else you can remember?" Juushiro asked and Starrk shook his head. That really was everything. Rising to his feet, he made his polite goodbye's before going to look for the Division medic. He really would rather not have a large scar on his cheek.
Perhaps it was vain, but he liked his face the way it was.