Story 4

Ukitake and Hitsugaya (And Kyouraku)

Juushiro was really not sure about this. He was getting another attack, and although Kyouraku had agreed to help him, it might have been a spur of the moment thing. Even if it wasn't, the last thing he wanted to do was harm their friendship.

Still, with his judgment slightly impaired by his sex drive, he sent a messenger to the 8th division, with a note politely asking if Kyouraku wanted to come over. It was not half an hour before a smiling Kyouraku Shunsui sashayed past the bamboo curtain and into his room, carrying some sake and snacks.

"Yo, Ukitake," he said, sitting himself down on the floor across from Juushiro. "I brought you some ohagi this time."

"Did you? That's nice…" Juushiro muttered, not really hearing any of that.

Kyouraku observed him for a moment with interest, then started to grin. "But you didn't call me over for a picnic, did you?"

Juushiro blushed deeply and glanced aside. This was so embarrassing. He had no idea why Kyouraku had agreed to this in the first place; why wasn't he embarrassed too?

Kyouraku set the sake and snacks beside him, then in a gesture that surprised Juushiro, he took off his hat and set it down as well. It was rare for him to take it off unless he had to, even indoors; he thought it made him look like a wandering samurai. Then Kyouraku moved forward, until he knelt directly in front of Juushiro.

He smiled gently at him, with less mischief than usual. "I'm your knight in shining armor. From now on, you can tell me what you want, and I'll do it." He leaned in close and whispered next to Juushiro's hear, "Shiro…"

He shuddered, holding back a moan. "Kyouraku…you have no shame…"

Kyouraku pouted. "You're the one who called me here. Plus, remember what you said you would call me in times like this?"

Juushiro's face felt hot. "Shunsui…"

Kyouraku's next smile was so gentle it surprised him; he'd rarely seen such a kind expression on his face, except maybe sometimes when he was talking to Nanao. Kyouraku gently pushed him back on the bed as he said, "Good job. What do you want for a reward?"

Yet as he spoke, his hand parted Juushiro's lounge kimono, feeling up his chest while his mouth claimed Juushiro's neck possessively. Juushiro writhed beneath his touch, unable to keep down his voice. His hips were already moving absently, searching for stimulation. Kyouraku noticed this with a smirk.

He shifted and thrust his knee between Juushiro's legs. Juushiro gasped, unprepared for the sudden attack of sensation. He gripped onto Kyouraku's shoulders and unconsciously bit into his shoulder. Kyouraku sighed pleasantly.

"But you're not saying anything, Shiro-chan." As he said this, he thrust his hips against Juushiro's. Juushiro moaned. "If you don't, I may just keep teasing you forever."

Juushiro gasped, stunned at his friend's ability to turn him on so easily. He panted, wondering if he should comply. But eventually he pulled Kyouraku tighter to him and murmured, "I know…it's gross, but…I want to…go all the way…" Immediately after he said it his face exploded with color, and he buried it in Kyouraku's neck out of embarrassment.

"Hmm," Kyouraku murmured, not as surprised as Juushiro assumed he would have been. "You know, I really was just joking, I didn't expect you to say it."

Juushiro gasped and gritted his teeth in anger, though he felt even more embarrassed than before. "You…"

Kyouraku pressed his fingers to his lips to stop him. Hesitantly, Juushiro met his eyes. They were more serious than he ever remembered them. "You just tell me if you want me to change what I'm doing. Other than that, you don't have to do anything. Okay?" He pressed a kiss to his cheek, and his stubble tickled Juushiro's skin. He met his eyes again and murmured softly, "Shiro."

Juushiro felt his heartbeat rise. He held Kyouraku tightly against him. "Shunsui…"

Kyouraku kissed him again, more sweetly. Slowly, he began to undress him. Juushiro was loving the feeling of Kyouraku's large hands roaming his body. Even the occasional stubbly kiss felt pleasant to him. While Kyouraku undressed him, he also slipped out of his pink kimono and haori, leaving him with just his shihakusho. And though Juushiro didn't notice at the time, Kyouraku exposed his cock and began to stroke it while he did what he did next.

Kyouraku's lips suddenly fell on his cock. Juushiro moaned, arching his back. His hands wove themselves in Kyouraku's curly locks. Kyouraku unabashedly licked and sucked him, as if the act itself was perfectly natural.

"K-kyouraku…" Juushiro gasped. "How can…you be…so good at this?"

Kyouraku slipped Juushiro's cock out of his mouth and stroked it while he smirked at him. "Let's just say it's a labor of love," he murmured, so softly that Juushiro almost didn't catch it. But when he did, his heart flew into his throat, a deep blush going over his face. Did he mean what he thought he meant? "Also, what happened to that sexy voice saying my name?"

Juushiro closed his eyes briefly, fighting back the assault of feeling from all sides. "Shunsui…" he whispered. "Don't stop…"

Kyouraku grinned. He gave Juushiro's cock a deep lick and said, "I don't suppose you'd want to do the same for me?"

In fact, he did. Juushiro flushed and nodded. Kyouraku smirked, then without breaking his hold on Juushiro, he positioned his hips above Juushiro's head, still dressed but with his cock free. Juushiro couldn't calm down his blush as he gazed lustily at Kyouraku's cock. He'd seen it before a few times, when they went to the onsen together for example, but this was his first time seeing it up close. Somehow it suited him, it was somewhat dark in color, long and lean. It smelled strongly of him. It was driving Juushiro a little crazy.

Juushiro felt his mouth growing wet with desire, and finally he took Kyouraku into his mouth. Kyouraku's body above him flinched slightly, but he gave no other sign of pleasure. That was like him too, but Juushiro wanted to hear his gasping voice. He admitted he was no expert in fellatio, after all this was his first time, but he'd been with enough women to know what felt good, at least to himself. He swirled his tongue around the tip, then pressed it hard into his urethra. Kyouraku shivered, but still made no sound. Juushiro frowned, irritably.

Juushiro flicked the ridge between the head and the shaft, knowing that was a place that drove him crazy. At last, a shudder and a loud sigh. Juushiro felt his own cock hardening. Now he took Kyouraku deeply into his mouth, ignoring the weird taste. He wanted to see how far he could take it inside without gagging. He worked slowly, but apparently it was having an effect. Kyouraku's hands and mouth had slowed, and Juushiro could feel his hot breath on the inside of his thighs. Juushiro made a swallowing motion with his tongue, and once he found a comfortable depth, he increased his speed.

"Ahh…" Kyouraku moaned, the reverberation of his voice causing Juushiro to twitch pleasantly.

But Kyouraku seemed to remember what he was doing, and picked up the pace on Juushiro's cock as well. It was incredible; Juushiro was torn between the intense pleasure of Kyouraku's mouth on his cock and the pleasure of making Kyouraku moan. They battled with each other as he and Kyouraku both came closer to their limit.

Finally, Kyouraku moaned deeply while he had Juushiro so far inside his mouth that Juushiro could feel the back of his throat. That was it. Juushiro cried out loudly, his fingers digging into Kyouraku's hakama, and poured semen down his best friend's throat. Kyouraku tried to swallow most of it, but he had to let go of Juushiro's cock and cough out some cum. Once he did, he lightly stroked Juushiro's cock while his hips began to move seemingly of their own will.

Juushiro's eyes widened, feeling Kyouraku fucking his throat with abandon. It should have disgusted him. Instead it just made him hotter, thinking of Kyouraku plowing inside of him. He wanted to feel that cock inside his body. Finally Kyouraku thrust deeply one last time, and let out a sexy moan as he filled up Juushiro's mouth. Juushiro coughed, turning his head away, not as polite as Kyouraku as to try and swallow it. That part was completely gross.

But Kyouraku didn't seem to mind. After a moment to gather himself, he turned around and wrapped his arms around Juushiro. Then he closed his eyes and murmured, "No wonder you're so popular."

Juushiro smiled a little. "I hope that's not the only reason," he joked. But Kyouraku's face was rapidly relaxing, his breath becoming more even. Juushiro's eyes widened. "Hey…Kyouraku…you're not falling asleep, are you?"

"Hm? No…" he mumbled. "I'm just closing my eyes and dreaming for a little while."

"That's sleeping! You said you'd satisfy me, didn't you? I admit I need a quick break, but that wasn't enough to…"

Juushiro stopped as he realized Kyouraku was already snoring. He sighed, heavily, falling back on the futon beside him. He did feel a little better. But he wanted sex. He had no trouble picking up women for that purpose, but because it felt empty, and because he held such respect for women, he wanted to avoid doing that. But waiting for Kyouraku to wake up also seemed too difficult. He could already feel his desire rising again.

It was at that point that a hell butterfly slipped into his room. He held out his finger. It was a message from Hitsugaya Taichou: if he was free, Hitsugaya wanted to talk about planning a birthday party for Matsumoto. Hitsugaya admitted that he had no idea how to go about it, and figured Juushiro would.

But now Juushiro was faced with a dilemma; he felt a great amount of affection for Hitsugaya Taichou. This meant that, if he saw him now, there was a danger he might try something. The wise thing to do would be to politely decline, saying that he was still too ill. But a flush came to his cheeks. He stood up and began to get dressed.

When he arrived at the 10th division captain's office, Matsumoto was splayed out on the couch, yawning and stretching as if she had just woken up from a nap. Hitsugaya had his head in his hand, with a mountain of paperwork in front of him. He looked up at Juushiro entered.

"Ukitake. Thanks for coming. Matsumoto, go and do something else for a while."

She yawned and looked between the two of them blearily. "Hitsugaya Taichou…Ukitake Taichou…what are you two doing in my room?"

"Out!" Hitsugaya shouted.

Matsumoto jumped. "Taichou, you're so mean," she whined, lazily making her way out of the room.

Once she was gone, Hitsugaya sighed heavily. "I'm sorry, Ukitake."

He smiled. "It's fine. So you wanted to talk about planning a party?"

"Yes. I'm no good at this sort of thing, but I figured you would be. Do you mind?"

Juushiro shook his head. "Rangiku-chan is a sweet girl. It will be fun to plan a party for her."

Hitsugaya looked at him curiously. "I'm glad one of us thinks so."

They sat down beside each other on the couch where Matsumoto had been sleeping, looking at lists of vendors and talking about venues and who to invite. At one point, Hitsugaya yawned.

Juushiro touched him lightly on the back of the neck. "Are you tired?"

Hitsugaya shivered. "I'm fine, but…sorry, don't touch my neck."

Juushiro removed his hand. "All right, but why?"

At that moment, something utterly unexpected happened. Hitsugaya went pink. Then he murmured, "I'm just…sensitive there."

Juushiro, who'd been holding back the urge to touch him this whole time, felt his self-control snap. He raised his hand again, and brushed his fingers over the hairline at the back of Hitsugaya's neck.

Hitsugaya gasped, shivering. "Ukitake…that's not funny. Stop it."

But it was a bit too late for that. Juushiro looked hungrily at Hitsugaya's slim neck for a time. Then, slowly, he approached it. He placed a soft kiss there.

Histugaya flinched and then moaned in spite of himself. "That's…so embarrassing…what are you thinking?" he gasped.

Juushiro backed off a little, but only enough to speak in Hitsugaya's ear. "Did it feel good?"

Hitsugaya flushed up to his ears. "I don't know…get control of yourself. We're both men, this is inappropriate."

"You should tell me that it felt bad," Juushiro murmured, nuzzling Hitsugaya under his ear.

The boy shivered again, his hands gripping the fabric of the couch. "Wh-…why?"

"Because then I might stop."

Having said this, Juushiro bit down hard on Hitsugaya's neck, and sucked until he creaked a dark hickey. Hitsugaya let out a loud moan, trembling and grabbing onto Juushiro's shoulder in protest. Juushiro licked and kissed his neck all over, then stuck his tongue inside his ear.

"Aahhh…" Histugaya murmured, and Juushiro saw his hips twitching. "Ukitake…think about what you're doing…"

Juushiro licked his ear a few more times. Then, he drew away, and gently rested his forehead against Histugaya's. "Does it feel bad?" he asked softly.

Hitsugaya stared at him for a few moments. Then his face lit up with color. He glanced away, trembling. "I…I don't…"

Juushiro couldn't hold back any more. At that, he pulled Hitsugaya's small body against him and ravaged his mouth with a kiss.

"Mmm!" Hitsugaya protested, his whole body trembling.

Juushiro cradled his head in his hands, deepening the kiss until Hitsugaya's protests diminished. Then he drew back. Hitsugaya's face was flushed with color. His lips, pink and moist. His eyes were lidded and glazed with desire, though Juushiro could hardly believe it. He kissed him again, and this time moved his hand up Hitsugaya's thigh as he did so. The younger man was trembling and unsure, but as Juushiro's hand came closer to his crotch, he touched his wrist in soft protest. Juushiro merely smiled.

"Has anyone ever touched you here before?"

Hitsugaya blushed with a troubled look. "You don't…need to know…" he murmured.

Juushiro smiled. No, then.

Now, Juushiro began to attack in earnest. He pushed Histugaya back against the couch, kissing him gently and crawling his hand up his thigh. Hitsugaya was gripping Juushiro's shoulders, but no longer uttering protests. Finally, Juushiro stroked his cock. Hitsugaya bit his lip and threw his head back. Juushiro was pleased to discover that Hitsugaya was almost completely hard.

At that point, he began to undress him. Hitsugaya did moan slightly in protest, but did not fight. Juushiro was kissing bits of flesh that became exposed as he did this, but he had less and less leeway to go slowly. Finally, he wrapped his mouth around Hitsugaya's small cock.

"Aahh!" Hitsugaya moaned, grabbing Juushiro's hair.

Juushiro sucked contentedly for a time, since Hitsugaya's cock was much more pleasant to suck than Kyouraku's; smaller and much less strong smelling. Juushiro could easily fit the whole thing in his mouth. Histugaya's whole body was shaking as he did this, small gasps and moans rising from him every now and then. But Juushiro needed to move faster, or he would cum too soon. He briefly sucked his own finger, then returned to sucking Hitsugaya. With his moist finger, he began massaging Hitsugaya's small entrance.

Histugaya jumped. "Wh-what are you doing?"

With part of his cock still in his mouth, Juushiro murmured, "There's a good spot inside you. Women sometimes do it for me. I promise, it'll make you ready to cum almost immediately."

Hitsugaya watched him doubtfully, still twitching under his ministrations. Gradually he covered his eyes with the back of his hand and lay back, confused but not unwilling. Juushiro smiled. He took Hitsugaya deep into his mouth, and at the same time, slipped his finger inside him. Hitsugaya twitched, whether pleasantly or not it was hard to tell. But after a time, his muscles relaxed, and he began gasping again. Then, he let out a shout.

He blinked in shock. "What was that?"

Juushiro smirked. "Your prostate. Good, right?"

Hitsugaya flushed badly and covered his eyes with his arm, unable to answer.

Juushiro was able to add two more fingers with only minimal protests or visible pain from Hitsugaya. Every once in a while he would brush his prostate, drawing more sweet moans out of him. Then, he drew back, wiping a trail of saliva from his mouth with the back of his hand. He placed his hands on Hitsugaya's hips, and easily flipped him around so that he was on all fours.

"Wh-…now what?" Hitsugaya gasped.

Juushiro briefly covered his body with his own and held him tightly. Into his ear, he whispered, "Something good, I promise."

Hitsugaya whimpered, covering his face.

Juushiro drew back, running his hands over Hitsugaya's unbelievably tight, round ass. He kissed it.

"Mm!" Hitsugaya moaned, though it was only a kiss.

Next, Juushiro went for his main aim, and licked Hitsugaya's asshole.

"Mm…aaahhh!" Hitsugaya cried, even more loudly than when Juushiro had sucked him off.

Juushiro contentedly licked him for a while, then stuck his tongue inside him. Hitsugaya was shaking violently, his hands buried in the fabric of the couch, seemingly unable to speak coherently. Juushiro fucked him with his tongue for as long as he could stand, then removed his tongue and stepped over to the front of the couch. He held out his cock in front of Hitsugaya's head.

"It will feel better if we do this ahead of time," Juushiro said, softly.

Hitsugaya stared. He blushed so hard that tears started forming in his eyes. Juushiro could tell that he really wasn't sure what was going on, but his body was definitely responding. Hitsugaya hesitantly reached out, and touched Juushiro's cock. Juushiro tried not to react, so as not to scare him. Hitsugaya stroked it for a while, then he swallowed. He slowly held out his tongue, and lightly touched the tip. Juushiro had to fight back the urge to moan. But more trials were to come. Hitsugaya got over his initial embarrassment, and took Juushiro's cock into his mouth. Juushiro flinched, and couldn't help weaving his hand through Histugaya's hair. The smallness of his mouth was driving him crazy. He couldn't even fit half inside.

Juushiro tried not to, but his hand started moving Hitsugaya's head for him. The boy's eyes widened, but gradually his hands fell, and he let Juushiro control the pace. Juushiro moaned, moving Hitsugaya's head back and forth, trying not to go too deep and engage his gag reflex. But he sensed this was getting dangerous and so he slowly pulled out. A trail of saliva hung from his tip to Hitsugaya's tongue. He had to fight back the urge to cum just from seeing that.

Finally, he positioned himself outside Hitsugaya's entrance, inserting some moist fingers to make sure he was ready, and then started to push inside him. Hitsugaya trembled, gasping for breath. It must have hurt, because Hitsugaya's hole was so small, Juushiro felt his cock might be torn off at any moment. But he leaned down over Hitsugaya and caressed his chest from behind.

"You feel so hot inside," he murmured, against his ear.

Hitsugaya shivered. Juushiro could feel his muscles loosen, so then he grabbed his dick. Hitsugaya moaned, his back arching.

"Can you feel me inside you?"

"Ahh…" Hitsugaya moaned.

"You're all filled up with my dick."

Hitsugaya gasped and his hips meekly moved.

"Tell me that it feels good."

"It…feels…good…" he moaned, completely to Juushiro's disbelief. This kid must be a bit of a masochist, he thought.

"That's good to hear. I'm going to make you feel even better, all right? Relax your muscles and it will be much easier."

Hitsugaya nodded numbly.

Then Juushiro began to move in him, gently at first, loosening him up. Gradually the movements became easier, and Hitsugaya's gasps became sweeter, so Juushiro picked up the pace. Every now and then he would caress his dick or kiss his back. Each time he did, Hitsugaya's insides would twitch and massage his cock. It was getting harder and harder to hold back.

Finally, as Juushiro was yanking him off vigorously, his cock brushed Hitsugaya's prostate. The boy froze with a silent cry. Then he cried out loudly, his back arching, and he sprayed cum freely over the couch. His orgasm went on for a long time, and he trembled and twitched for many long seconds after.

Juushiro gazed at him in amazement. He had cum so easily even though it was his first time. This kid was amazing. Nevertheless, he had no room to admire him anymore. He grabbed his hips and took in a breath. Then he pounded him mercilessly, loving the sweet twitching of his insides that still remained from his orgasm. He thrust in him over and over until he let out a loud shout and poured his cum into Hisugaya's insides.

Hitsugaya moaned, still twitching beneath him. Juushiro was still coming for many long seconds later. Finally, he felt the wave of passion pass over him, and he collapsed on top of Hitsugaya. They lay there panting or a time.

"Hey," Hitsugaya said, at length. "You may be light, but you're still a grown man. Get off."

Juushiro's eyes flicked wide open. Now that he had cum so hard, his sanity had returned. He blushed so deeply he felt like his cheeks were on fire. He quickly got up and started gathering his clothes. Then he knelt down in front of Hitsugaya and bowed his head.

"I'm so sorry," he said. "I don't know what came over me. I won't ever do it again."

Hitsugaya watched this for a time, then he scratched his head with a blush. "Are you sure? I'd kind of like to do it again."

Juushiro's head whipped up to stare at the younger captain. "What?"

Hitsugaya sighed. "I haven't felt this relaxed in months. I can't say I don't appreciate that. Plus…I've never felt like that before in general. I mean, yes, I do it myself occasionally…" Then he coughed with a show of false bravado. "…and of course I've done it with girls…" he muttered, obviously lying. "But…it did feel good." His face filled up with color even as he said this.

So did Juushiro's. "So…you really want to do it again?"

Hitsugaya made a face. "Well, not this second."

"Right."

"But yeah, in the future." He gave Juushiro an ironic stare. "You showed me something cool, Ukitake. You'd better take responsibility for that."

Juushiro stared for a while. "Um…okay…" he said. That shouldn't be difficult, he thought to himself.