Kyouraku and Ukitake 2

Ukitake Juushiro had no idea how to face Kyouraku again. It was true, Kyouraku was indeed a heavy sleeper, but instead of waking him up, Juushiro had gone and done some very naughty things to Hitsugaya Taichou. And even though Hitsugaya seemed amenable, Juushiro had not been lucid at the time, otherwise he would never have done that to someone who even looks remotely like a child. There was another problem…

Though he had not had another attack since then, he had been spending even more time than usual with Kyouraku. Or rather Kyouraku had been seeking him out. It almost seemed that every free moment he had – which, being Kyouraku, was a lot – he tried to spend with Juushiro. Maybe he was keeping an eye on him, trying to make sure he didn't have an attack where people could see. Or maybe…no, Juushiro stopped that line of thinking. Kyouraku was quite clearly straight, and whatever his reasons were for having this arrangement with Juushiro, it had nothing to do with his sexuality.

However therein lied the root of Juushiro's problem. He had known, or at least suspected for most of his life that he was bisexual. He just didn't have that much experience with men. What he had failed to admit to himself until recently was the reason for that. Specifically, that there was no one he loved more than Kyouraku Shunsui. Never had been. The title of "best friend" was an easy way for his brain to accept the fact that when he woke up in the morning, the face he most desired to see was Kyouraku's.

Now that he had expressed this desire physically, he was having more and more difficulty denying his desire to be everything to Kyouraku. Friend, confidant, brother in arms, and lover. However, there were few greater examples of overactive heterosexuality than Kyouraku Shunsui. Kyouraku would never be his in that way. With their current ambiguous relationship, Juushiro couldn't imagine how he was ever going to overcome these feelings.

One evening, they sat together watching the fireflies on a grassy hill just outside the Seireitei. Kyouraku was the picture of relaxation, arms folded behind his head as he lay back in the grass with one leg folded over the other. Juushiro sat beside him, simply enjoying his company.

Then it was Kyouraku who said, "How are you feeling, Ukitake?"

Juushiro blinked and then smiled down at him. "Fine. No problems today."

Kyouraku smiled in return. "You haven't had an attack in a while, huh?"

"Nope," Juushiro said, hoping his smile had not become awkward.

"Well, that's good. You know…you can come to me anyway. If you're not having an attack, I mean."

Juushiro froze. What did that mean? "Huh?"

Kyouraku chuckled and poked him in the ribs, causing him to wither to one side like a punctured balloon. "You don't have to be coy with me, Ukitake. I know you've got a fairly high sex drive, and I've stopped hearing rumors about you and local girls."

Juushiro blushed. "I don't do that…"

"It's fine, it's fine, I'm not judging you. But listen, I'm not with anyone right now either, so it's no big deal, right?"

No big deal?

Juushiro lowered his gaze. He'd just worked out why Kyouraku had been spending so much time with him lately. "Um…no, Kyouraku."

"Hm?"

He hid the pain in his heart before he continued. "Thank you, but no…the truth is, I don't really like doing it with men."

Kyouraku went completely still. His trademark smirk was gone.

"Anyway…" He turned to him and smiled as pleasantly as he could. "It's getting late. We'd better head back."

Kyouraku didn't move for a moment. "I see…" he said. Then he sat up and smiled back at Juushiro. Was he imagining things? Did Kyouraku look like he was in pain? "All right. Let's go home."

From then on, Juushiro saw less and less of Kyouraku. At first, it seemed as though nothing had changed. But Kyouraku was seeking him out during less of his free time. Their interactions at work were still the same, but they rarely saw each other outside. Juushiro was upset at first, thinking that he'd hurt Kyouraku's feelings, but then he remembered why he'd said those things.

When Kyouraku said those words, "I'm not with anyone right now either, so it's no big deal, right?" Juushiro realized why Kyouraku had agreed to this arrangement in the first place. Because he didn't have anyone, because he wanted sex, and because he figured that with Juushiro it would be easy. As conflicted as he had been up until that point, he couldn't possibly continue this relationship with Kyouraku after realizing that. But it still hurt.

After a couple of weeks of this, though, Juushiro's guilt gave in, and he decided he should apologize to Kyouraku for being so blunt. No matter what, he didn't want to lose their friendship. He also decided that, if it was necessary, he would tell Kyouraku his feelings. He knew that Kyouraku was not the sort of petty man who would break up a friendship over something like that, and it might clear the air between them. So he told himself that if it came up, and if it was necessary, he would tell him.

He went to the 8th division barracks that night and knocked on the door of the captain's quarters. No one answered. He sensed Kyouraku's reiatsu inside, so when he saw the door was unlocked, he let himself in.

"Kyou-" Ukitake stopped. Kyouraku was not alone.

He was laying in his bed, his kimono slipping off his shoulders, and sitting in his lap was a half-naked young woman. She screeched.

"Who are you?! Get out!"

"Ukitake…" Kyouraku mumbled, with a shocked look.

Juushiro's heart leapt into his throat and he whirled away, slamming the door behind him. He ran away from there, unable to catch his breath. Eventually, he slid to the ground in an empty street and covered his face with his hands. How stupid could he be? He'd just been shown exactly what his worth was to Kyouraku Shunsui. Less than some nameless woman. He felt a sob rising up in his throat, and warm wetness dripped into his hands.

Then, suddenly, a presence appeared before him. He gasped. Kyouraku, still wearing a lounge kimono that was barely hanging off his shoulders, had used his shunpo to reach him. Without a word, he grabbed up Juushiro in his arms, and with another shunpo, they arrived back in his bedroom. Juushiro was in shock, looking around, but the woman was gone. Kyouraku set him down on the bed, then closed and locked the door.

He faced Juushiro. "Shiro-chan," he said, gently. "I didn't mean for you to see that. If I'd known you were coming I wouldn't have called her."

Juushiro felt a chill. Was he assuming Juushiro was going to sleep with him? "I'm the one at fault, you shouldn't have sent her away."

Kyouraku gave a difficult smile. "I only just met her. There's no way she's more important than my Shiro-chan."

Juushiro blushed. Did he mean that? "That's nice," he said, softly. "But I'm just your friend. You see me every day. She might not come back again after this."

Kyouraku didn't appear to be listening. He knelt in front of Juushiro. Gently, he touched Juushiro's cheek with his thumb, wiping away the remnants of a tear. Juushiro closed his eyes, unable to hide his frailty any more.

"Shiro-chan," he said, softly. "Why were you crying?" Then he chuckled a little. "Sorry, you still are."

Juushiro rubbed his eyes with his sleeve, also trying to hide his face from Kyouraku. "It's not important," he murmured.

Kyouraku became serious. "Please tell me."

Juushiro sobbed and then shook his head. "I came here to apologize."

"Apologize? For what?"

Juushiro blinked. "Aren't you mad at me?"

"Hm? Why?"

"Well…for saying I didn't like men…or something…"

Kyouraku gave an uncomfortable laugh. "Well that wouldn't make me mad at you, you goof. I thought you didn't want to see me…well, frankly because I thought you didn't like my skills in bed. And to be very honest, our young miss who just left was giving me a refresher course." He laughed, scratching the back of his neck. "It had been a while, you see, so I wasn't very confident."

Juushiro's eyes widened. "You mean you were using her…to brush up your skills…for me?"

Kyouraku shrugged with a smile.

Juushiro blushed heavily for a moment, then he sighed, putting his head in his hand. "You are a strange one. If you can get girls so easily, why would you want to have sex with me so badly?"

At that, Kyouraku's smile faded. Didn't go away, but faded just a bit. He glanced away for a moment with that same complicated expression, even though he was smiling, and Juushiro was sure he saw a trace of pain there. "It…doesn't really matter. But if you really don't like it, then I guess it can't be helped. You can still feel free to call me, though, if you don't find anybody else."

With that, Kyouraku rose, and started fixing his kimono with his back to him.

Juushiro felt strangely sad as Kyouraku said this. Why did he have that pained expression again? "Can't you tell me?" he asked, softly.

Kyouraku stopped for a moment. Then he laughed. "Nope, 'fraid not."

Juushiro swallowed, gathering up his courage. "If I tell you why I was crying, then will you tell me?"

Kyouraku turned to look at him in surprise. He smiled gently. He knelt down in front of Juushiro again and nodded.

Juushiro took a deep breath. Even though he knew Kyouraku wouldn't hate him, it was still scary. "The reason I was crying, and the reason I told you I don't like sleeping with men, are both the same actually." Juushiro felt more tears running softly down his face, but he continued. "I know…this doesn't interest you at all, and if anything will gross you out, but the truth is…a long time before I attacked you that time, long enough that I don't even remember when it started, I've been in love with you."

Kyouraku sat wide-eyed and silent in front of him.

Juushiro wiped away some of his tears, feeling already much relieved. "That's why I suggested we stop the…sex therapy. It was getting hard for me not to want more from you. So…well, there you go. Your turn. Why do you want to sleep with me when you can have women whenever you want?"

Kyouraku was still sitting in shock, and Juushiro feared he had chosen the wrong moment to be honest. He lowered his gaze, preparing himself for the fact that Kyouraku might be less accepting than he thought.

But slowly, Kyouraku began to smile. "Love, huh?"

Juushiro frowned. "Yes…"

"Love," Kyouraku repeated, his grin growing.

"Yes…"

Kyouraku laughed. "Love, huh? So that's what it is."

Juushiro was getting nervous at how much Kyouraku was laughing, but then Kyouraku took his face in his hands. "That's what it is," he murmured, and then he captured Juushiro's mouth in a kiss.

"Mm!" Juushiro objected, utterly confused.

Kyouraku broke the kiss to smile at him, his forehead pressed against Juushiro's. "I love you," he murmured. "That's what it is."

Juushiro's mouth fell open, as he blushed up to his ears. "Wh-…what? Kyouraku, I'm serious, that's not funny."

"It's not meant to be," Kyouraku's smile faded and he stared him hard in the eyes. Then he kissed his cheek, causing a pleasant aching in Juushiro's chest. "I felt a warmness for you for a while. More than that, I feel better around you than around anyone else. Just didn't know what to call it. Love, huh? I like that." Kyouraku held him close and kissed him till he lost his breath. "Ukitake," he said, against his lips. "You know, we still haven't gone all the way. How about it?"

Juushiro was still reeling from Kyouraku's confession. He trembled for a moment, trying to catch up. Then he grasped Kyouraku tightly against him. "Kyouraku…"

Kyouraku kissed him again, his tongue eliciting extraordinary amounts of sensation. Juushiro melted into his touch, his heart pounding in his ears. Was this real? Kyouraku pushed him down onto the bed, easily disrobing both of them while driving Juushiro crazy with kisses. Juushiro was especially happy because even while they were kissing, Kyouraku's smile rarely left his face.

For a moment, they lay naked together and merely watched one another. Kyouraku's smile faded as he brushed some of Juushiro's hair out of his face. "Shiro…you're so beautiful…" he said.

Juushiro felt more tears falling, but Kyouraku pulled him closer and kissed them away. "Sh-…shunsui…" Juushiro murmured.

"He he," Kyouraku laughed delightedly. Then he kissed him again.

Kyouraku sat up for a moment, gazing at Juushiro's body. He caressed his shoulder, then his neck, then his chest. Kyouraku ran his hands along Juushiro's skin and he burned with passion everywhere they touched. Kyouraku's tough, calloused fingers were somehow both erotic and tender. Juushiro could not believe how excited he was getting just from touching.

He realized this was their first time together when he wasn't having an attack. It made him blush. It was truly him, not his alter ego or any intoxicated version of himself, that Kyouraku was about to make love to.

Kyouraku's fingers seemed to caress every inch of his body…except his sensitive places. His fingers would come within centimeters of his nipple, and then continue past it. His hand would crawl up the inside of his thigh, but at last moment turn away. Juushiro soon realized he was doing it on purpose, but was in too much pleasure to tell him to move on. However, everyone has his limits. After several minutes of this, Juushiro whined.

"Shunsui…enough! Please, touch me properly…"

Kyouraku looked up at him with a bit of surprise. Then he grinned disarmingly. "Oh? Too bad, I was having fun."

Juushiro whimpered. "It hurts…" he murmured.

Kyouraku's grin faded.

Then Juushiro covered his face with his hands as he said, "I'm too hard…it hurts…"

Kyouraku blinked. Then he gave his trademark soft chuckle. "So I see," he said, interestedly. He lightly ran his finger up Juushiro's rock-hard length.

Juushiro cried out and nearly came.

"So let me ask you this, Shiro. How do you want to cum this time? Don't worry, by the way, I'll make you cum many times tonight." Juushiro's face went red. "In my hand? In my mouth? Or do you want to hold out until I'm inside you?" He grinned. "I'm your knight in shining armor, Shiro. Your wish is my command."

Juushiro hid his face in shame, feeling the heat from his cheeks on his hands. "…-side me…"

"Hm?"

He met Kyouraku's gaze and hesitantly reached his hands out to him. "Please…come inside me…hurry…"

He saw Kyouraku swallow. In a voice that broke a bit, he murmured, "Aren't you laying on the sexiness a bit thick, there, Ukitake?"

"Shunsui…"

Kyouraku smiled. "Yes, sir."

Kyouraku reached under his bed and produced a bottle of lube. With it, he coated Juushiro's entrance, and unhesitatingly stuck his finger inside.

"Mm," Juushiro murmured. It didn't hurt as much as he thought it would.

Kyouraku slowly began to flex and move his finger inside him, and Juushiro found this weirdly pleasurable. It was different from sensations he felt on his dick, more like a mix between his dick and his mouth. Even thinking about this made him blush. But nevertheless, the more Kyouraku's finger moved inside him, the more intense the feeling became.

He let Kyouraku slowly work his way up to three fingers, but as Kyouraku finally got all three inside up to the knuckle, he brushed up against a place that almost made Juushiro lose control.

"Ahh!" he cried, arching his back achingly against the bed.

Suddenly, Kyouraku reached up to lift the back of Juushiro's head and slam their lips together. Juushiro moaned against his lips, unable to stop his body's trembling and intermittent twitching. He had never known Kyouraku could be so passionate. His heart ached with longing, his body falling deeper into Kyouraku's embrace.

"Ukitake," Kyouraku said with unaccustomed seriousness, while also forgetting his own suggestion about their names. "I'm going to put it in."

Juushiro shivered with desire. He nodded.

He felt a brief emptiness as Kyouraku removed his fingers. Next a deep pressure against his entrance. He swallowed, closing his eyes in anticipation of pain. Then he happened to look up, and saw the restrained pleasure and discomfort on Kyouraku's face. The man he loved with such a delicious expression, it was almost more than his heart could take. He closed his eyes again, and this time opened his heart. He would take everything this man had to give him.

"Nh," Kyouraku grunted, and the tip entered him.

Juushiro gritted his teeth against a moment of pain, but strangely it faded quickly into a numb and pleasurable sensation. He was panting heavily. Even though it still hurt a little, he wanted more. In a moment of shamelessness brought on by desire, he slowly moved his hands to Kyouraku's hips, and pulled him closer.

Both men groaned as Kyouraku slid further inside. Then Juushiro realized he was panting too. Kyouraku collapsed for a moment against his chest, breathing hard. "Ukitake," he murmured. He smirked hesitantly. "It's hard enough to hold back. Don't tempt me any further…" Kyouraku looked up at him with a grin. "Or you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

Juushiro moaned. "Ah…Kyouraku…I want more…"

Kyouraku blushed and then he chuckled. "Well, I warned you."

Kyouraku slammed his full length inside him. Juushiro cried out and threw back his head, lost in a mix of pain and pleasure. Yet despite what he said, Kyouraku still moved fairly slowly at first, though it must be said he did so with conviction. Juushiro felt like he was losing himself, crying out in lust, and pain, and sweet hotness. He could not describe the pleasure he was feeling, both inside and out. Kyouraku was his destined match, he had no doubt about that.

Gradually, Kyouraku increased the pace, and now Juushiro's cries were undoubtedly loud enough to be heard in other parts of the barracks.

"Ukitake," he said, and covered Juushiro's mouth with his own. Then there was a strange quietness about him as their lips parted and he murmured, "Save those cries for me alone." He chuckled again. "I never realized, but apparently I'm dreadfully jealous."

Juushiro moaned softly, biting his lip. Kyouraku moved inside him again and deeply kissed his neck. He felt Kyouraku's force increase even more, and inside him his cock pressed against that extremely sensitive spot over and over. Juushiro's resistence was slipping away as his burning pleasure built. Kyouraku let out a grunt, and suddenly clasped Juushiro's face in his hand and kissed him desperately. Juushiro could no longer hold back his voice as pleasure swept across his body, and finally his fingers dug into Kyouraku's back and his hips twitched violently, and he came harder than he ever remembered all over his own chest.

Kyouraku's lips parted from his own with a soft noise. Juushiro's hole was twitching and squeezing down on him, and whatever control he had now slipped away. With two more thrusts, he buried himself deep inside his friend and filled him up with cum. Juushiro trembled yet again, but his voice had drained away, and presently he fell back against the sheets, breathing heavily. Kyouraku slowly lowered his body over him, though kept his weight off of Juushiro's chest by propping himself on an elbow which he hooked under Juushiro's shoulder. Juushiro didn't notice until later, but he realized that even at a time like this, Kyouraku was thinking of his illness.

"Ahh," he sighed, and smiled. He met Juushiro's soft gaze. "I wanted to give you a bit more, handsome man. I guess you're too much for me."

Juushiro felt a little tearful, but he tried to smile too. He slowly slipped his arms around Kyouraku's neck. For a time he said nothing at all. Kyouraku's arms wrapped around him sweetly, though he still kept part of his weight off him, and he rested his curly head in the hollow of Juushiro's neck.

"It's worse than I thought," Juushiro said at length.

Suddenly Kyouraku's head snapped up and he looked down at him in horror. "Are you serious?"

Juushiro couldn't resist a chuckle. "That's not what I mean." Kyouraku relaxed a little, but not very much, apparently still concerned about his performance. "I mean this ache that I have for you." His voice softened even further, and he leaned his head demurely away. "Much though my feelings for your have always been strong, after being with you like this, I…I don't think…" A single tear ran down his cheek. "…that I can ever be apart from you again."

He happened to glance at Kyouraku's face to find it more honest than he had seen it before. It held a trace of pain and a trace of happiness, and Juushiro only faintly realized at the time that that's what love looked like. Kyouraku bent down, clasped Juushiro's cheek gently in his large hand and pressed a kiss to the corner of Juushiro's eye, where his tear had fallen.

He smiled hesitantly. "In that case, I guess I'll just have to be with you forever. How about that?"

Juushiro's eyes stung again, and he helpnessly clung to Kyouraku. Happiness filled him up, and didn't seem likely to leave him any time soon.