Story 3

Kensei and Shuuhei

He'd waited for so long. Hisagi Shuuhei had his first love at the age of ten. In a moment when he was overcome with fear, when his whole reality seemed to darken with death, facing a foe that even an adult would find preposterously frightening, a man appeared who saved him and also shocked him into knowing what it was to be a man. He only spoke to him for a moment, but remembered every detail about him. Muguruma Kensei, Captain of the 9th Division of the Gotei 13. A shinigami.

Shuuhei knew he wanted to follow that man, and so he planned to enter the Gotei 13 as well. But since knowledge was scarce in Rukongai, it was not until he enrolled in school that he learned what had happened to Muguruma Kensei, just hours after he met him. That he had become melded together with a hollow in some sort of freakish science experiment by Urahara Kisuke, escaped into the human world, and was never heard from again. Shuuhei did go through a period of despair, and it was unfortunately during this period that he got to know Kazeshini, his zanpakutou. But not being able to meet that man did not change who he wanted to be. He would mourn, and learn.

Some part of him never doubted that he was alive. But as he grew older and more accustomed to life as a shinigami, as he made friends and became close with his captain, the idea of ever seeing him again started to seem like a dream. It grew further and further from something he ever really thought he could do. He still thought about him, though.

And as he lay, convinced that he would die at the hands of the arrancar, during the holy war with Aizen, the man appeared again. Shuuhei couldn't believe it. His appearance had changed somewhat, but everything else about him was exactly the same as he remembered. Shuuhei didn't realize, since he had fantasized about their encounter so many times, that the current Kensei's reiatsu was much stronger than that of the one he met a hundred years ago. As far as Shuuhei was concerned, he'd always been unbelievably strong.

And though he, like Shuuhei, was also defeated that day, Shuuhei didn't care at all. He was just so stunned and overjoyed to see him again, the man who occupied an almost savior-like existence in his heart. When the dust settled, and peace returned to Soul Society, he wondered what became of him, wanting to talk to him, but he never found out.

Around the same time, he was informed that he would be getting a new captain at last. This was partly a relief, because the work load had been monstrous, but he was still felt conflicted; he wouldn't tell anyone, but he wasn't ready to have another captain yet.

The day came when the new captain was to meet the division. They gathered in the training hall of the 9th division barracks, as many of the division members as could make it. Shuuhei stood at the front of the room. He did his best to be professional, and greet the new captain gratefully. Then the door to the training area opened. Shuuhei at first thought he was dreaming or hallucinating. Then his eyes widened.

The new captain stepped inside and folded his arms. He nodded to all present. "'Morning," he said simply.

Shuuhei's mouth had dropped open as Muguruma Kensei, wearing the same uniform of Shuuhei's memories, walked to the head of the room to stand beside him, very naturally, as if they had always been working together.

"Well," Kensei said. "Some of you may know that I was captain of this division before. So I've been through this awkward phase where you're still getting to know me. But like I said then, that's tough, because you're going to have to get to know me as we go, I plan on keeping you pretty busy. And I won't speak ill of my predecessor…" he said, more softly. Shuuhei's heart ached. "Mostly because, even though he was my subordinate at one time, all that happened made me realize that I didn't really know him.

"As for any differences in our styles…there are probably a lot. Mainly, I've been told that I don't have a very good sense of humor," his face began to darken, "So if you try to make me laugh you will likely end up hurt. Watch out for that. Also…"

Abruptly, he slapped Shuuhei hard on the shoulder and then pointed to him.

"This guy will probably still be doing most of the work. He's brilliant. I once saw him back down a hollow when he was just a little pipsqueak. So have no doubt, he's still going to be the most responsible person in this division."

Shuuhei felt like his heart was going to explode. His biggest fear, should he ever meet Kensei again, was that he wouldn't remember Shuuhei. Not only did he remember him…he'd called him brilliant…and touched him… Shuuhei prayed that he wasn't blushing as much as he felt he was. And then he realized, Kensei had probably said that so Shuuhei's position of respect that he'd earned while taking care of the division wouldn't be damaged. Now he didn't care so much whether he was blushing or not.

"So, to sum up, I look forward to working with you."

"Yoroshiku onegaishimasu!" answered the division, bowing. Shuuhei forgot.

Kensei glanced at him and then thumbed toward his office. "Come on. Work to do."

A few weeks passed in a bit of a daze for Shuuhei. Kensei admitted he could hardly have forgotten the events of that day, so it was natural he remembered Shuuhei too. It still amazed him. He would often find himself spacing out while staring at his captain during meetings, something Kensei did not fail to notice, but also chose not to comment on.

Eventually Kensei played a hunch. "You know, we're old friends. You should just call me 'Kensei'."

Shuuhei flushed up to his ears, mostly at the implication that they were 'old friends'. "I can't," he said, denying his fervor with a soft voice. "You're my captain."

Kensei frowned, now bored. "Well, it's your choice. But my last name's hard to say, isn't it?"

"Yes…" Shuuhei admitted.

"The world wouldn't end if you called me by my first name."

Shuuhei was silent for quite a while, causing Kensei to observe him with interest. Eventually he said, "Maybe…when we're alone…Kensei…-san?"

Kensei sighed, rolling his eyes. "Suit yourself."

It was during a training exercise some days later that a stray fragment of a rock that had shattered struck Shuuhei in the ankle. He wasn't prepared for it and began to fall, together with Kazeshini, which was a dangerous combination. Just as he was about to be impaled, he felt an arm encircle his waist, holding his full weight easily. He looked up.

His captain was gazing ahead, as if he barely noticed that he held Shuuhei in the crook of one arm. He said to the other members of the division present, "That's all for today, you lot. Head on back." The 9th division members bowed, and presently began to disperse.

Shuuhei tried to stop himself from blushing furiously both at the proximity of his captain, and the fact that he had saved him yet again. He began to feel heat surging through his crotch, and hoped it went unnoticed. He failed to consider at the time that for the first time in his life, he was sexually attracted to a man. But then again, to Shuuhei, Kensei was much more than a man.

"Can you walk?" Kensei asked, glancing at him.

Shuuhei tried very hard to look normal. "Yes. I don't think anything is broken."

Kensei deposited him back on his feet. Unfortunately, as he did, Shuuhei realized that it might indeed be fractured. His jaw muscles tightened a bit, but this was his only outward sign of pain.

Kensei sighed. "I thought so. It may just be a fracture, but if you walk on it, it'll break completely. Here," he said, kneeling with his back to Shuuhei. "Hop on, I'll carry you to the 4th division."

Shuuhei stood in shock. Then he shook his head vigorously, for many reasons.

Kensei growled. "Would you rather I carried you like a princess? Stop being stubborn!"

"Taichou…" Shuuhei murmured. "I can't…"

"Why the hell not?"

Slowly, Shuuhei's hands moved down to cover the rapidly growing bulge underneath his hakama. Kensei glanced down. He observed this for a while.

"Oh," he said, simply.

Shuuhei covered his horribly blushing face. "I'm sorry, Taichou. You must think I'm disgusting."

Kensei considered for a moment. Then he rose and faced Shuuhei, scratching the back of his neck. "'Surprising' is the word I would use, I guess," he muttered. Shuuhei was utterly mortified. "So…are you just pent up a bit, or is it…me?"

Shuuhei blinked, not sure if he should answer honestly, or if that would simply make him hated. Eventually, he blushed even more, unable to hide it, and felt his eyes moisten with tears. "Taichou…I think I…"

"Ah!" Kensei stopped him, raising a hand with a trace of panic. "That's enough, don't complicate things. You admire me a lot, I get that. But don't confuse that with love or anything. For starters, I'm a man."

"Taichou…there's nothing confusing about it. I've felt this way since I was ten years old."

"Woah!" Kensei exclaimed, stepping backward. "That's a lot of pressure."

"I know," Shuuhei said, trembling. "But please don't remove me from my post."

Kensei made a face. "Remove you from-…?! Are you stupid?"

Shuuhei blinked.

"Yes, I'm freaked out. I, personally. What does that have to do with the division?"

"Taichou…" Shuuhei murmured, crushed but quite touched at the same time.

"Look…" Kensei said, sighing with his hands on his hips. "Give me some time to think about it, all right? It's true I'm single now, but I've never been with a man. I'm also freaked out that you say you've loved me since you were ten, but I'll let that go for now. So let me think about it, and try not to go crazy in the meantime, all right?"

Shuuhei was utterly moved at Kensei's acceptance of him, even though he continued to say he was freaked out. He glanced down, and then nodded obediently.

"Good. Now suck it up, I'm taking you to the 4th division already."

Shuuhei hesitated. "Taichou, first I should…"

Kensei glanced down, as Shuuhei's hands covered his crotch again. "Oh," he murmured.

"If you could…move away some distance…"

Kensei could have done so, but he remained where he was. Instead he thought for a few moments, still watching Shuuhei's hands trembling over his erection. "Do you generally do it while thinking of me?" he inquired.

Shuuhei went crimson. He glanced away, trembling and said, "Yes…"

"Hmm," Kensei considered silently for a time. "How do you do it?"

"Excuse me?"

Kensei shrugged. "Just curious."

Shuuhei struggled to comprehend why he was being asked these questions. But since it was his captain asking, he could hardly refuse. "Um…usually I…imagine you k-kissing me…"

Kensei folded his arms. "Oh?"

"And…I stroke the shaft for a while…" Without realizing, Shuuhei's hands began to move slowly over his erection.

Kensei watched this happen silently. "Do you touch yourself anywhere else?"

Shuuhei blushed deeply. "Sometimes, I play with my nipples…" he said, hardly believing what he was saying.

"Really? How?"

Shuuhei couldn't believe how detailed this conversation was going. But being near Kensei was making him so hot he almost forgot this was reality. Slowly, he reached up and parted his shihakusho very slightly. With one hand still softly massaging his crotch, he teased his nipple as he normally would.

Kensei stood silently watching for some time. Then he slowly approached him. Shuuhei's hands slowed, and he hotly gazed at his captain's chest as it drew up close to him. Kensei then put his hand inside Shuuhei's shihakusho, and began to tease his other nipple.

Shuuhei cried out in shock, and his knees nearly gave out.

"Like this?" Kensei inquired, his voice completely neutral.

He plucked Shuuhei's nipple several times, swirled one finger around it, then flicked it hard.

"Ah!" Shuuhei cried, collapsing against his captain's body. Kensei held him there without a word. "T-taichou…why…?"

Kensei was silent for a moment. Then he shrugged and said, "Just curious."

Shuuhei truly didn't understand that logic, but he was not about to stop him. "Taichou…" he murmured, clinging to him.

"Well, don't stop. What do you do next?"

Shuuhei scrambled to be able to think coherently, but eventually came up with a response. "Um…sometimes I…put my fingers in my mouth…"

Kensei unhesitatingly reached up and inserted two fingers into Shuuhei's willing mouth. The younger man moaned, contentedly sucking and licking the thick digits with abandon.

"And why do you do that? Is your mouth that sensitive, or…" his gaze intensified as Shuuhei looked up at him with trepidation. "…are you imagining something bigger than fingers going in there?"

Shuuhei moaned loudly. Kensei's fingers drove deeper into his mouth, causing him to make lascivious noises, thrilled by the amount of stimulation.

Kensei's voice was becoming huskier as he murmured, "Maybe it's a little of both."

Shuuhei's vision was going hazy as he clung to his captain and lazily stroked himself, thoroughly in the throes of pleasure.

"Anything else?"

Shuuhei numbly shook his head, as much as he could with Kensei's fingers in his mouth.

"Hm. I suppose there's just this left then." So saying, he covered Shuuhei's hand with his own, passionately stroking Shuuhei over his hakama.

Now Shuuhei finally did lose his footing, collapsing into his captain's arms, where he was safely held. But sensing the need for delicacy, Kensei easily lifted Shuuhei into his arms and lay him down on the grass. Then he began absently stroking Shuuhei's cock again.

"Hey. Two men can have sex, can't they?"

Shuuhei flushed, his sanity returning to him with the shock of what Muguruma Taichou had just said. "What?!" he cried. Nevertheless, his cock hardened painfully.

Kensei shrugged. "I was just wondering."

But now Shuuhei was troubled; he was sure they could, but he'd never thought about the mechanics. "I think so…" he said, hesitantly. "But I couldn't say that I know how."

Kensei scoffed disapprovingly. "You're the one who claims to be gay for me. At least find out how sex works ahead of time."

Shuuhei was confused, but somehow embarrassed. "I'm sorry…" he murmured.

Kensei sighed. "Well. No helping it now. It can't be that difficult."

"Huh?"

Kensei began to strip him, slowly but forcefully. Shuuhei had no idea how to react to this sudden forwardness, but he could not dream of stopping him. The very thought of a situation like this already made his libido go crazy. How would he react if they really went all the way? And yet, he truly hoped they would.

Kensei's hand roamed up Shuuhei's chest, and came to rest on his cheek. "Have you ever kissed a man before?"

Shuuhei swallowed, his eyes traveling from Kensei's eyes to his lips. He dazedly shook his head. "What about you, Taichou?"

He made an angry face. "As if. Just so you know, this doesn't make me gay. I'm still straight, all right?"

Shuuhei nodded, largely uninterested in this argument.

"Open your mouth," Kensei ordered.

Shuuhei shivered, and let his lips part, his tongue lolling out sexily. Kensei tilted Shuuhei's head back, and claimed his lips passionately. Shuuhei moaned, stunned by Kensei's enthusiasm. But Kensei seemed to be kissing him as he would any woman, and with much more skill than Shuuhei had anticipated; his tongue twined with Shuuhei's evoking incredibly pleasant moans from him. He ran his tongue along Shuuhei's gums, making shivers go all up his spine.

At the same time, Kensei was feeling up Shuuhei's chest, causing the other man to writhe in pleasant agony. Finally, Kensei removed his own clothes, as well as the remainder of Shuuhei's, and thrust their hips tightly together.

"Ahh!" Shuuhei cried, overwhelmed by the feeling.

"Hm. Not a bad reaction," Kensei muttered, although now he was blushing too.

Kensei kissed him again. Then he glanced down. "I think I get how it works. Not much different from doing a girl in the ass, right? In that case we have to loosen you up first."

Shuuhei covered his face with embarrassment as Kensei sat back, and lifted his legs to press Shuuhei's knees toward his shoulders. Then he stuck two fingers inside his mouth, wetting them liberally. Finally he reached down and began to massage Shuuhei's entrance. Shuuhei trembled, partly with trepidation, and partly with unbearable desire. In moments, he inserted the first finger. Shuuhei hissed slightly. There was pain initially, although it soon faded.

Kensei watched him intensely. He began to flex his finger inside of Shuuhei, who trembled and every now and then released a sigh. "That hurt?" he asked him.

Shuuhei couldn't speak, but he shook his head. Thinking it might be easier if he stimulated him in more places than one, Kensei started stroking Shuuhei's cock while he played with his ass. Shuuhei's back arched with a moan.

"Okay. Let's try another one."

Kensei added a second finger. Shuuhei gritted his teeth. This time it did hurt. Kensei seemed to notice, so he went slower, but continued gently massaging Shuuhei's insides. Suddenly, his fingers brushed something hard, and Shuuhei jumped with a cry.

"That hurt?" Kensei asked, stopping.

Shuuhei trembled, his hands touching his captain's arms with quite desperation. Quietly he managed, "No…I almost came…"

Kensei's eyebrows lifted. "Seriously?"

Shuuhei covered his face again to hide his embarrassment, but softly nodded.

Kensei considered for a moment. "Come to think of it, I've heard of guys who get off on girls sticking their fingers up their ass. Never tried it myself."

Having said this, he boldly stroked that area again, watching Shuuhei's whole body shudder and tense.

"Taichou…please, that place…it's too much…" Shuuhei murmured, between gasps.

"Okay then, hold on for a bit."

Since they didn't have any lube, Kensei spit onto his fingers, then placed a third finger inside Shuuhei. His vice captain winced briefly, but he saw this and took it slow. He took his time opening him up, noticing that he was growing fairly hard just watching Shuuhei's reactions. When he deemed him loose enough, he removed his fingers.

"Sit up for a second," he said.

Shuuhei had to pull himself out of a sex-induced haze before he could respond. Then he nodded, and sat up as Kensei got to his feet before him. To his surprise and delight, Kensei stroked his semi-hard cock as he stood in front of him.

"We don't have any lube. You don't mind doing this, right?"

Shuuhei swallowed hard. He could not answer verbally. Instead, he hesitantly ran his hand along his captain's thick, muscular thigh. With trembling hands, he stroked his captain's thick cock, and had a moment where he was really terrified that this might go inside him. But he decided he didn't care. He softly touched the tip with his tongue.

He heard a soft sigh from his captain. He blushed deeply.

Shuuhei got over a few moments of hesitation, and then pulled his entire cock into his mouth. Kensei hissed through his teeth. Shuuhei found that what Kensei said about him having a sensitive mouth was probably true. Though the smell and taste were both strange, he found himself getting hot just from having Kensei inside his mouth. His free hand started caressing his cock again.

Kensei allowed Shuuhei to suck him for a few minutes. But then he had to stop. He was amazed at how much a subordinate, and a man, was able to turn him on. Though he never would have anticipated this, to let it go any further would risk coming too soon. He pulled Hisagi's head slowly away from his cock, watching the trail of saliva and precum that flowed from his tip to Shuuhei's tongue. He breathed out a sigh.

"That should be enough," he said, which was a bit of a lie, since in reality he'd only intended to let him suck long enough to get him moist. He hadn't needed quite that long.

He pushed Shuuhei back onto the grass, watching his slim but muscular body trembling in anticipation. Then he lifted up both of Shuuhei's legs, resting one over his shoulder. He lined up outside his entrance, and slowly pushed inside.

Shuuhei gasped, gritting his teeth. He shouldn't have been surprised that it hurt. Without him realizing, his fingernails were digging into his captain's shoulders. It was true that the worst part was only the first few moments, but it still felt numbly sore. But to his surprise, Kensei wasn't moving yet.

He glanced up. Kensei was looking down at him, wearing an expression of slight concern, merely waiting.

"T-taichou…" Shuuhei murmured.

Kensei sighed. "At least at a time like this you could call me by my first name," he grumbled. "I'm not a freak who gets off on superior-and-subordinate play."

Shuuhei blushed badly. He felt tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Slowly, he reached his hands up to cradle his captain's face, and then he said sweetly, "Kensei…-san…"

Kensei blinked, his eyes widening. Shuuhei gasped suddenly. It felt like Kensei's length had grown larger inside him. It still hurt but now it was starting to go numb. Shuuhei could only gasp.

Kensei kept that one leg resting on his shoulder, but now he rested one hand on the grass near Shuuhei's head, and bent Shuuhei's body so he was leaning over him, Shuuhei's still-hard cock brushing against his own stomach. Shuuhei trembled, gazing down in surprise.

"I should have thought about that before I asked you to do it," Kensei muttered.

Shuuhei was about to ask what he meant, when Kensei's hips began to pound into him. "Aaah!" Shuuhei cried, holding tightly onto his captain's neck and shoulders.

"Relax a bit," Kensei murmured, bending down to speak near his ear. "At this point, I don't know if I'm going to cum too quick or if you're going to tear my dick off."

Shuuhei whined, embarrassed but also thrilled. But he wasn't sure how to relax the way Kensei meant.

Then Kensei stopped thrusting for a moment. He took Shuuhei's face in his hand. Then he murmured against his lips, "Relax." He softly kissed him.

Shuuhei moaned. He couldn't believe the gentleness with which Kensei kissed him. He began to lose himself in it. Then, suddenly both men sighed pleasantly. Kensei slid further inside Shuuhei as his muscles relaxed around him. Shuuhei realized that he also felt less pain. He swallowed, trying to remember this feeling.

"I'm going to start moving again, all right?"

Shuuhei nodded.

Kensei pushed himself even deeper inside him, so far that Shuuhei felt his organs must be being pushed around. And yet, whether he was getting used to it or just losing his mind, he hardly felt any pain anymore. His cock began to react again. He leaned back his head and let more sweet gasps and moans flow out of him.

Then, quite by accident, Kensei's cock brushed that place inside Shuuhei. "Aahh!" he cried, arching his back.

"Ohh," Kensei murmured, interestedly. "So it does still work when it's not fingers. Okay. Brace yourself, kid."

Once he found it, Kensei had no mercy. He thrust inside Shuuhei, striking that spot over and over, until Shuuhei saw stars. Drool was flowing out the corner of his mouth, and his eyes glazed over. He was leaking precum onto his stomach, and felt he might really lose it any second.

"Shuuhei…" Kensei grunted, his face twisted with trying to hold back from coming.

Shuuhei gripped his captain's shoulders, leaving deep marks with his nails, and cried out, "Kensei-san!" Kensei's cock struck him inside one last time, and he covered his own chest in cum. "Aahhh…" Shuuhei gasped, twitching and drooling.

Kensei gazed down at him for a long time. Then he could not hold back, and started pounding into Shuuhei's ass again. Now that he had cum, his ass was looser, but every once and a while it would twitch, sending sweet shivers down his spine.

Then Shuuhei's pitiful gaze met his own, and he murmured sweetly, while still in the last throes of his orgasm. "Kensei-san…"

Kensei gritted his teeth. What was this kid trying to do to him? Nevertheless, he felt his orgasm coming, and grabbed Shuuhei's tight ass as he poured his cum inside of him. Shuuhei cried out loudly, his fingernails still biting into Kensei's skin. Kensei twitched inside him for several moments. Then he slowly slid out of him, panting for a few moments as he lay, still nestled between Shuuhei's legs, with his arms braced on either side of his subordinate's head.

Shuuhei's eyes were closed as he breathed heavily, and he seemed to be basking in the feelings still left behind. Kensei watched him silently for a time. Seriously, what was with this kid? Was he really a man? But Kensei looked down, seeing the cum streaking Shuuhei's quite clearly flat chest, above his still half-hard penis. Well, yes, there wasn't really much doubt about that. So then, was it Kensei who'd gone strange?

He sighed, sitting back on his knees, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "Better get dressed," he said to himself.

Shuuhei's eyes flipped open. He looked up. "Huh?"

Kensei folded his arms. "We're going to the fourth division, right?"

Shuuhei sat stunned. "Seriously?"

Apparently, such issues as sexuality, love, and not to mention personal boundaries, were to be left for another time.