This chapter can be considered a bit sour in a couple of parts.

Not too bad, I suppose.

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Chapter 2: The Initial Encounter

As Shuhei held me close I felt his warmth and my eyes dazed with the tenderness. Ichimaru had only been tender in the beginning. After a couple of decades he became cold, mockingly smiling as he sadisticly beat me and made me his toy. I tried to convince myself that it was just because he loved me and was acting out the old saying 'you hurt the ones you love the most,' but it wasn't. He never had such feelings for me. My mind slowly brought back the last night with Ichimaru. He had never let me rise above him before and that night he even let me take him and be the one to top. At the memories of topping for the first time, coupled with Shuhei's body and warmth, I realized too late that I had an erection. And to my horror struck mind I wasn't the only one to realize it.

Shuhei moved his left arm from my back to under my right arm, his hand finding its way to cup my erection through my black hakama. I unwillingly threw my head back and gasped when he tenderly groped at it. It was attention I physically strained for, but emotionally wanted to commit suicide over. The shame swelled in my gut again. I tried to push from Shuhei, but he moved in closer and grabbed the back of my head with his free hand, pushing me into a fierce kiss. His tongue forced it's way into my mouth and curled around my own, moving it with urgent demand. Shuhei pulled me closer and rubbed at the length under my hakama.

"Ooh, Sh-Shuhei!" I yelped out before I could stop myself. I quickly bit my lower lip and screwed my eyes shut. He would hate me for being so disgusting this time for sure. But he didn't stop stroking. He even started to kiss my neck, long kisses with small small nips. I opened my eyes half way to make sure no one was around. We were in the open and in front of the 3rd Division office entrance, no less. It may have been night now, but someone could still happen upon us. I could bare it, somewhat, but I didn't want for Shuhei to know about that pain. He was being kind and he did this out of pity and the need to try and comfort his friend. "Please, Shuhei, w-we're in the o-ooh-pening! I-I know you are just doing this cause you, ah, want to comfort me! I'm f-fine, really!"

Shuhei stopped his kisses but continued his groping. He slowly pulled me to look at him using my hair. Not forcefully and not painfully, just enough to make me follow. Our eyes locked and I saw the growing desire in his half-lidded stare. "You sure don't seem fine." With that Shuhei grabbed my cock harshly. I arched forward and moaned, helpless to his mocking touches. "Plus, I ain't comforting you. I wanna' try it. Bein' with a guy, I mean."

"Wh-what about Rangiku-kun?" I get, he is just using me to see what a guy feels like compared to wanting a girl.

"Shit. Do you really think I am going to really be with her? She's just playin' my emotions constantly." Shuhei closed his eyes and cursed under his breath. He released his hold on my erection and than reached for the sake bottle. He slugged it till there was only about three inches left in it. I just watched, knowing he probably had to get himself more drunk to continue with me. I know I would if I were someone else. After he pulled the bottle away from his lips he shoved it into my chest. "Drink what's left, dammit. Than we're going to a bar over in 11th Squad, got it? It's in a hotel so we can stay the night."

I nodded as I took the bottle and downed what was left. Shuhei got up and grabbed the two drinking bowls than opened the door and tossed them randomly into the 3rd Division hall. I began to voice a complaint but he just grabbed the back of my head again kissing me. He pulled away, licking his lips and helping me to my feet. Shuhei grabbed the now empty bottle as we walked off and along the way down a dirt path we chucked some where. Neither of us could see where it landed, only a faint crashing sound determined it actually made contact with a surface of some type. Hopefully no one's head. That's all we need.

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Sometime late Shuhei and I where about 3/4s on our way to the hotel/bar, already in the 11th Division. We decided to stick to the longer, mostly unused streets and dimly lit areas. More so people wouldn't talk, and more because we were keeping up our moods by kissing and occasionally groping. As we made our way up a small dirt road that was dimly lit by the half-moon and one small lamp post ahead of us Shuhei and I snuggled close and we moved in to kiss, eyes half-lidded and our walk slowing so we wouldn't fall.

"You two suurrre look comfy like that." The sudden voice cut between Shuhei and I like a ready zanpakuto. We jerked away from one another landing about a two feet apart. I jolted into my dutiful stance as Shuhei slowly looked around looking for who said that. I knew how to jump into 'character' thanks to being Ichimaru's fukutaicho and pet. Though I will be the first to admit I was already getting out of practice, it seemed. "Ooh, sorry 'bout that. Didn't mean to interrupt 'ya two-ow!"

I looked ahead to the right off the path to see Ayasegawa Yumichika lying on the grass belly up elbow jabbing a cross legged, upright Madarame Ikkaku, whom was still grinning with laughter at us. I blushed and looked down, saying hello and bowed slightly in greeting. Shuhei said 'hey' and crossed his arms on his chest. Ayasegawa waved a cute little wave and sat up, holding his upper body on his elbows. I thought that it was funny he wasn't complaining about possibly getting grass stains or mussing his perfectly brushed hair. I stopped before I smirked, keeping it inside. "What are you two guys doing over here in 11th, hm?"

"Gettin' some sake over at the Cutting Crows bar." Shuhei's calm voice said something before I could. "Cheaper than over at the 3rd. We finally got ourselfs' some freedom after all the Aizen shit happened, you know?"

From the the raised eyebrow and wider grin Ikkaku gave I knew he knew that wasn't the whole truth, but Ayasegawa pushed him aside slightly as he used Ikkaku to get up from the grass, all in one fluid motion. He patted himself and wiped his hands lightly across his hakama. Than he strode over to Shuhei and I. "I was going to tell you about a bar further in, but it isn't cheap, really..." He paused and draged a look from Shuhei to myself, stopping to look me up and down."... and it doesn't have a hotel attached, either."

Shuhei just stood there eyeing Ayasegawa idly as I swallowed slightly, trying not to blush. Why did he only look me over? He probably must be thinking I'm ugly. I know how he dislikes things that are ugly.

"And you elbowed me to leave them be?" Ikkaku spat out as he slowly came up from behind Ayasegawa. He meant it jokingly by the faint smile he cast at Ayasegawa. Than he looked Shuhei and I over as well. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw Shuhei roll his with a smile attached, not even trying to hide it. Ikkaku laughed shortly and than scratched at his smooth jawline. "Well now, don't let 'lil ol' us keep you two. Don't wanna' hit the rush of young party-ready Shinigami. Dampen the mood, you know." That got him another, harder jab from Ayasegawa's right elbow. This time he scolded softly, though I could swear he flickered a look at me, too. No, that was the sake, not you.

"So what if me and Izuru-kun wanna' fuck? For all we know you both coulda' been wanting to fuck out on the grass just now, so you don't got no right to say shit," I couldn't believe what I was hearing from Shuhei. Did he admit what we were doing?

"Relax, relax!" Ayasegawa was waving his petite hand up and down smoothly as if he didn't care that Shuhei just said all that. "And by the way, no, we wern't. Ikkaku and I are not dating, regardless of rumors. Plus NO ONE would EVER screw my ass anywhere other than a soft bed, in a warm room with comfy sheets. Got it?"

I smiled and knew I was blushing at that point. I couldn't help but just look down at the dirt. Shuhei shrugged and smiled. Ikkaku and whacked Ayasegawa on the shoulder and Ayasegawa complained about getting his sleeve wrinkled by that. Ikkaku wasn't so friendly looking and Ayasegawa just giggled. I briefly wondered why he was upset, but Shuhei tugged at my sleeve and inclined his head for us to take off. I bowed and said good bye to the two, whom where, by then, consumed in arguing through whispers. They didn't even notice when Shuhei and I continued on using shunpo.