If All of Bleach was Yaoi

Story 2

Kyouraku and Ukitake

Kyouraku Shunsui heaved a heavy sigh. He lay on his stomach on the floor of his office, trying to have an impromptu picnic with some sake and manjuu, but Nanao wasn't having it. She simply stepped over him multiple times to keep doing the work he was supposed to be doing. He sighed again.

"Hey…" he said, as she stepped over his head again. "Nanao-chan…"

A barely audible huff. "What is it, Kyouraku Taichou?"

He lazily rolled over onto his side, scratching his stomach. "Why don't we take a break? Have some snacks! Come join me, Nanao-chan-"

"'We'? What work have you been doing that deserves a break?"

Shunsui scratched his beard, thinking. "Waiting for you."

She sighed. "If you aren't going to do work, then please get out. My legs are getting sore from stepping over you."

"Oh…it was such a nice view too."

She blushed up to her ears. "You were lying face down, with your hat on! There's no way you could-" She stopped herself as her captain grinned and she realized there was every possibility he could and would. To hide her blush she turned back to the paperwork she was carrying. "If you want to have a picnic, then please do it somewhere else."

Shunsui pouted. "Do you think Rangiku-chan would come and play with me?"

Nanao considered, pushing her glasses up with her pen. "Unlikely. She's still on duty. Why don't you go and see Ukitake Taichou?" Under her breath she added, "He nearly matches you on irresponsibility after all."

Shunsui stood, suddenly growing quiet. He approached her and patted her on the shoulder, then said gently, "Nanao-chan. You are my dearest heart, but it's not good to insult my best friend."

Nanao was silent for a moment. Then she blushed heavily. "I'm sorry. Excuse me, Kyouraku Taichou."

"All is forgiven!" Shunsui exclaimed, and then tried to hug her, which she deftly evaded, causing him to fall on his face. Rubbing his nose, he got up as if nothing had happened. "Fair enough, then, I'll go and see Ukitake."

"Have a good trip, Taichou."

Shunsui arrived at Ukitake's family mansion, whistling as he carried his sake and manjuu. He headed to the place he was almost certain Ukitake would be, Ugendou's garden lake. Sure enough, he sensed his reiatsu as he approached, although it was fluctuating as it did when Ukitake was ill. Shunsui sighed. Well, maybe his presence make him feel better. Either way, he would check in on him and leave him some manjuu if he couldn't play.

"Yo, handsome man," Shunsui said, sitting down outside the bamboo curtain with a grin. He could see Ukitake's silhouette, rising from his futon. "Feeling bad again today?"

"K-kyouraku…" Ukitake murmured. "Sorry, I can't play right now."

Shunsui nodded. "I figured. But don't worry your white head about it, I'm here to cheer you up!"

A hesitant laugh. "You mean you're bored because Nanao-chan is busy."

"It's much the same thing. So. How about a glass before you go back to bed?" he said, holding up the bottle and two small sake cups.

Another moment of hesitation. "Um…no, thank you. I'd like to, it's…sorry, I don't want you to see me right now…"

Shunsui frowned. "Don't want me to see you? What are you suddenly acting like a virgin bride for, Ukitake? What's wrong?"

Ukitake gasped, sensing Shunsui rising from his seat. "No, Kyouraku, trust me…just…I'll tell you later, okay? It's just…a bad time…"

Shunsui was not having that. "Well, I'm your best friend, so I'm coming in to see you. Better hide any dirty magazines you've got lying around." Saying this, he pushed open the curtain and stepped inside.

Ukitake immediately whirled away in a veil of white locks and kept his face hidden from Shunsui. Shunsui sighed. He crouched down beside him and lightly poked his shoulder. "Oooi. Shirou-chan. It's not the end of the world if you've lost your good looks."

Ukitake would normally have laughed at that, but now he shook his head. "It's not that."

Shunsui frowned. "No?" He considered, looking skyward and scratching his neck. "Have you…turned into a girl overnight, like in a cheesy porn novel?"

"Kyouraku!" Ukitake admonished, though his breath was beginning to get shorter. "I'm serious, you have to leave…hah…your smell is…"

"My smell?" Shunsui said with raised eyebrows. He sniffed the inside of his shihakushou. "I took a bath last night. Do I smell funky?"

"No, that's…not…hah…"

Finally, Ukitake turned around, drawing himself up on both arms so he was half facing Shunsui while leaning on one hip, his long white hair cast all about in an extremely erotic posture, whether this was on purpose or not. He slowly drew his gaze up to look in the eyes of his best friend. "There's…something I never told you about my illness…" he murmured.

Shunsui frowned. "I'm sensing that."

"Toward the end of an attack…sometimes I can hold it back, but sometimes…" As he was speaking, he slowly reached forward to wrap his arm around Shunsui's shoulders, drawing him close. "It gets so strong…I can't…"

Shunsui's eyes widened. He was equally surprised as he himself did nothing to stop what was about to happen. Ukitake then wrapped his other arm around Shunsui so their faces were inches apart. Shunsui let one knee drop to the tatami mat floor. He was somewhat frozen, because he'd never imagined this expression on his best friend before. Ukitake's eyes were lidded, and glazed with desire. His cheeks were a pleasant pink, not obviously blushing. His lips pink and parted, and hot breath flowed from between them, landing on Shunsui's lips. Given that he himself had spent a long time without…choking the chicken, as they say…or indeed with any other kind of release, Shunsui was in a strange situation where it was actually harder to say 'no' to kissing his best friend than it was to say 'yes'. Hmm.

"I told you…" Ukitake murmured against his lips. "…not to come in…"

Shunsui glanced skyward again, nodding. "You did. I'll listen to you the next time you tell me to do something."

"Too late. All I want to say to you now, is…don't move…"

"Hm?"

Ukitake slowly slid his body closer to Shunsui's and gradually covered his mouth in a kiss. Shunsui's eyes went wide, and he couldn't move. It was really strange, not least of which how hard it was to stop. He held so much affection for this man, and though he knew that he was attractive, it had never occurred to him that he could be a source for sexual arousal. Now, it was very much occurring to him.

Ukitake drew back, breathing heavily. He met Shunsui's eyes with desperation. "Kyouraku…do something. Leave…or keep going…I can't stop anymore…"

Shunsui clenched his fists for a moment, knowing that Ukitake was giving him a chance to get out of this situation and retain their previous relationship. But then he grinned. "Can't stop, huh…unfortunately, I think that applies to both of us." He lightly wrapped his hands around Ukitake's waist while kneeling in front of him. Then, drawing him closer, he kissed him again.

Ukitake's frail body was trembling, and Shunsui could practically feel his fast heartbeat through his body. Ukitake had been the aggressor, but as soon as he felt Shunsui's hands on him, he seemed to melt, and his light grip around Shunsui's shoulders begged for more. Shunsui wasn't sure at first, but more and more he realized that this didn't feel wrong; in fact it reminded him of one or two times in their friendship, especially when they were younger, when he had thought about what sex with Ukitake would be like. Now, apparently, he was going to find out.

He enjoyed the strange sensation of kissing him (Ukitake proved to be a master) for a few moments, then he hesitantly placed a hand on the exposed skin on Ukitake's chest. Ukitake shivered, his hands flexing into Shunsui's clothing. Shunsui slowly ran his hand along Ukitake's chest, at the same time sliding his kimono off his shoulders. He felt Ukitake's sharp breathing against his ear. As he was touching him, he gazed on Ukitake's exposed upper body.

He'd seen it before, of course. They'd been friends for hundreds of years, they had obviously seen each other naked once or twice. But looking at it now somehow seemed very different. Ukitake was so thin, it was almost hard to look at him; the kimono hid a lot. He still had muscle, not completely skin and bones. However, it was his frailty that was actually pushing Shunsui's buttons at the moment. He had a thing about taking care of frail women, and had a brief thought that Ukitake may have been the cause of that to begin with. Without quite knowing what he was doing, he pushing Ukitake down onto the futon and covered his chest with his kisses.

Ukitake shuddered, knocking Shunsui's hat off to the side as he grasped his head. "Kyouraku…" he murmured in a husky voice.

Shunsui became bolder, and pulled Ukitake's kimono down so that it exposed his whole chest and also restricted his hands. Ukitake looked uncertain, but then Shunsui began the attack on his chest again, and soon Ukitake's pants and light moans filled the small room.

He trembled, his legs moving absently since his hands could not. Shunsui noticed this and considered for a moment whether he really wanted to go further. At the same time, he noticed the tent pitched in the lower half of Ukitake's kimono. He smirked up at him.

"That didn't take long," he jibed, grinning.

Ukitake flushed and turned away. "Because you…"

"Yes, yes, I'll take responsibility," Shunsui said. "Listen, since we're going to do this, how about we do it properly?"

Ukitake frowned. "What do you mean?"

Shunsui considered, resting his head on his hand absently. "Well, you say you get these attacks every once in a while."

Ukitake nodded.

"And normally you just seclude yourself and wait for them to pass, is that right?"

A blush, and another nod.

Shunsui clapped his hands. "There you have it. I'll be your sex therapist."

"My what?!" Ukitake gasped, attempting to sit up, but still trapped under his kimono.

"You're getting embarrassed now? You just had your tongue down my throat."

Ukitake closed his eyes with a bad blush. "I…can't stop when I'm like this…"

"Fair enough. Don't stop then. I'll bet you anything it'll clear up after we're done."

"Well…maybe…" Ukitake murmured.

"So then. Whenever you have one of these, you just call me. Let's call it an extension of our friendship."

Ukitake looked dubious. "It..won't change our relationship at all?"

Shunsui shook his head, smiling.

Ukitake was quiet for a time, and his blush returned. "Okay…then, I guess…"

"Great!"

Shunsui then covered Ukitake's body with his own, and after a few moments of rustling, rubbed their cocks together underneath their kimonos. Ukitake flinched and a gasp escaped him, his hands now free to grip onto Shunsui's sleeves. At first, Shunsui merely stroked them pleasantly as he would when working himself up to jack off. Then gradually he began to grind his hips against Ukitake's.

Ukitake's facial expression was getting sexier by the moment. "Kyouraku…" he murmured.

Shunsui smirked, then he leaned down close to Ukitake's ear. "Hey. During these times, why don't we use first names? That way it's easy to switch gears when we're done."

Ukitake was hesitant, blushing and staring at Shunsui's chest for a moment. "Okay…but you call me Shiro-chan sometimes anyway."

"Ah…that's right. But your full name is hard to say, especially if I'm going to be saying it over and over…"

"So just…Shiro."

Shunsui smirked. "Shiro," he repeated, next to Ukitake's ear.

Ukitake let out a soft moan, wrapping his arms around Shunsui again. "Shunsui…"

Shunsui blinked. He hadn't realized how big an effect Ukitake saying his first name was going to have on his libido. It was big. He felt his cock hardening in his hand, and had to fight back the urge to just jerk off until he came. He compromised by grinding harder against Ukitake, and unconsciously kissing Ukitake's neck.

Ukitake moaned out loud now. His hips began to thrust up lightly to meet Shunsui's. He felt himself getting closer. "Ah…that's good…Shunsui…"

Shunsui gritted his teeth. "Sorry, I'm going to cum soon."

Ukitake nodded. "Me too. Just don't stop what you're doing."

Shunsui captured Ukitake's lips. The smaller man moaned against his mouth, his hips writhing in pleasure underneath him. Shunsui yanked them both off furiously, but it was actually Ukitake who came first.

"Aahh!" Ukitake cried, arching his back and gripping Shunsui's sleeves. His cum sprayed his own chest as well as the front of Shunsui's kimono.

Shunsui didn't wait. He finished just seconds later, adding more cum to Ukitake's chest. Not normally an easily embarrassed man, he had to blush as he saw the extreme sexy scene set before him: Ukitake, glazed in sweat, his hair wildly strewn underneath him, panted loudly from moist, red lips, his eyes closed and body bent like a tree, with his chest covered in cum. Shunsui had to look away, because he felt himself hardening again.

"Well, handsome. How do you feel now?" he asked, with a grin that showed nothing of what he'd just been thinking.

Ukitake blearily opened his eyes. He blinked and considered for a moment. "Better," he said, but then he bit his lip. "But…"

Shunsui grinned. He was waiting for that. "Okay then. Well, let's take a quick breather, have some sake and manjuu, and then I'll make sure and satisfy you completely."

Ukitake glanced up at him. He blushed. "If you say so."