Anything for You

By Spunky0ne

(A request by xxshunukixx…Juushiro wakes to find that he has somehow been freed from Mimihagi's grip. To his dismay, he finds that Shunsui has fallen into an unexplained coma and is slowly dying. Desperate to save the one he secretly loves, he enters Shunsui's crumbling world and learns the shocking truth about what his beloved has done…MxM, mpreg…Shunsui/Ukitake, Byakuya/Toshiro, Urahara/Tetsuya)

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Chapter 1: Out of the Darkness

Juushiro…

The voice that called to him was one he knew and welcomed. He wasn't sure why it was able to reach him when he was positive that by now he must be dead.

Juushiro, I want to tell you…

He reached and strained with his murky, groggy mind to hear more, but the voice faded out again.

"Sh-Shunsui?" he whispered shakily.

Almost immediately, he heard whispers of objection and a gentle admonition to sleep.

"Please, Ukitake taichou," said a soft voice he recognized as Kuchiki Tetsuya's, "you must try to rest. You are being evacuated to Urahara Kisuke's shop. Everything will be all right."

Tetsuya made a sound of surprise as Juushiro's hand curled around his wrist.

"H-how and I still alive?" he groaned, "It doesn't h-hurt when I breathe."

"Urahara-san is not sure what has led to your recovery," Tetsuya explained, washing his face with a damp cloth, then laying comforting hands on him and working to restore his reiatsu, "We will know more when we get you to Karakura Town and give you a full examination."

"Ah, thank you, Tetsuya," Ukitake sighed wearily, squeezing the young man's hand, "Tell me, have you heard from Byakuya? Are he and that others all right?"

"Byakuya-sama sent me with you," Tetsuya answered, adjusting his blanket to cover him more thoroughly, "He is fine. The taichous and fukutaichous who went to the royal realm have returned. Some are injured and receiving healing. We will know more soon."

"Ah…Shunsui?" Juushiro inquired, his head spinning dizzily with the effort of continuing to talk.

"Rest now, Ukitake taichou," Tetsuya said reassuringly, "All will be well."

Lulled by Tetsuya's calming voice and healing reiatsu, he sank into a deep sleep that left him dreaming. He dreamt he was wandering in a large green, grassy field, under a lovely blue sky. As he walked, he saw someone ahead of him, lying calmly in the grass on his back and chewing lazily on a long blade of grass.

"Juushiro, I was wondering when you'd be along," Shunsui chuckled, smiling up at him, "Why don't you relax here for awhile with me?"

"You do know that I'm not awake, right?" Juushiro asked, frowning slightly.

"Yeah, I know," his friend acknowledged, "Neither am I."

"You're not? Are you sleeping?" asked the white-haired taichou.

"You could say that," Shunsui agreed, patting the ground beside him, "Come on, now. Sit down with your old friend."

He felt a twinge of sadness as he joined Shunsui in the grass, taking his place next to his friend and inwardly lamenting his choice to not reveal what he was thinking.

I have had feelings for Shunsui for a long time, since we were young. But, I never acted on them. I never told him about them. I kept it a secret because I knew since I was very young, that eventually, my lungs would fail as Mimihagi-sama slowly devoured them. I was sure that I felt him begin to eat them away. I lost consciousness and I thought that I would never wake.

But, then Tetsuya told me that I was being healed.

I'm confused.

Does that mean that I'm not dying now?

If only…

"What's wrong?" Shunsui asked, smiling warmly at him.

"I'm a little confused," Juushiro admitted, "You and I both know that I have been slowly dying over the last few hundred years. You were there when Mimihagi-sama began the final devouring of my lungs. I was supposed to die."

"Well," Shunsui said, smirking, "I'm sure you'll figure things out when you go back. But, while I have you here, I um…have a confession to make."

Juushiro turned his head to look at his friend questioningly.

"What is it?" he asked curiously, "and why are you telling me now?"

Juushiro felt a little jolt inside as his longtime friend slipped a warm hand into his and laced their fingers together.

"I don't think it should wait anymore," Shunsui said, giving him a cryptic look, "You see, I wanted to tell you a long time ago, but I knew that you were dying, and that you probably wouldn't want me to say it."

"You've been hiding something from me all of this time?" Juushiro mused, looking down at their joined hands, "But now you want to tell me? Does this mean that what Tetsuya told me is true? Am I really being healed?"

"Yes," Shunsui answered, rolling onto his side and looking down into Juushiro's handsome green eyes affectionately, "You are being healed. And…I feel that it is important to tell you that…"

He paused, a little flush touching his face and throat.

"It's going to sound a little weird. I know I spent a lot of years drinking and chasing women. But…all of that…Juushiro, it was just a lie."

"A lie?" the white-haired man mused, "Why would you lie about something like that?"

"Oh, that should be obvious," Shunsui said, shaking his head, "I needed a distraction, something to do so that I wouldn't offend you."

Juushiro tilted his head and looked at the other man questioningly.

"You were worried you would offend me? How?" he asked.

"Well, as I said, I wanted to tell you something, and I knew you didn't want to hear it. So, I drank to keep from thinking about it, and I chased women, never really intending to catch one."

"You're not making sense," Juushiro chuckled, "Are you feeling all right, my old friend?"

"I'm all right," Shunsui assured him, moving forward so that their faces were close together, "and I'm not going to hide this from you anymore."

"Hide…?"

Juushiro's words were stopped by the heavy impact of a long, passionate kiss. A hard, wondrous shiver went through him and he kissed his friend back enthusiastically.

"Shunsui, what are you doing?" he managed as their lips parted, "You never told me that you were interested in me!"

"You never said you wanted me," Shunsui explained, "I thought you might, but I knew you wouldn't tell me, not with Mimihagi hanging over us. But…you no longer have that burden."

"How?"

"Shh," Shunsui soothed him, touching his face gently, then pulling at the tie on his yukata, "Let's just, this once, be free to do what we want to."

"Is this for real?" Juushiro whispered, watching closely as Shunsui's fingers slid over his bared breast, teasing his pink nipples and exciting a fluttering moan from between his parted lips, "Am I dreaming?"

"We both are," Shunsui affirmed, "but this place we have been granted for this time together, will let us be with each other as though we were awake. And now, finally, I can tell you and I can show you what I have been holding back for all of these years!"

He claimed Juushiro's mouth more roughly, biting hungrily, devouring his flushed lips and tongue, plunging deep inside to taste him and to touch every soft and smooth surface. He explored the white-haired taichou's mouth relentlessly, while his hands caressed Juushiro's naked body, sliding slowly downward and honing in on the part of him that most desired his longtime friend's loving attentions.

"I can't believe this is finally happening?" he moaned, raising his hips and arching his back, thrusting into the hand that pleasured him.

"I called those women angels," Shunsui whispered in his ear, "but you were the only one whose beauty captured me. I never partook of any of them, because the only one I ever wanted was you!"

"I wanted you too!" Juushiro gasped feverishly, "Shunsui, I wanted you so much for all of that time, but if I'd told you and then died…I didn't want to hurt you!"

"Well, the truth is out now," Shunsui laughed, sounding a little breathless as he kissed his way along a fine collarbone and slid his hand down farther to begin a slow preparation, "Will you let me give you one last gift? Let me make love to you the way I have wanted to for all of this time!"

Shunsui's fingers moved and Juushiro gasped again in reaction, pushing forward to deepen the contact.

"Oh…oh, yes! If you want this too, then please!"

Shunsui's smiling mouth lowered to his nether region, providing intense stimulation that brought him swiftly to the ends of his wits.

Wait, what was that he said before?

A last gift?

"Shunsui!" he panted as the other man entered him almost unbearably slowly, "what was it you…?"

The words escaped him as Shunsui's hips moved, bringing throbs of delight to his starving loins and shivers of longing all through him. He moaned and writhed helplessly as his partner's fast, heavy thrusts fed their long unfed desires. Shunsui's tightened fingers laced together with his, holding his hands down hard as he delivered even more urgent thrusts, bringing the two to the edges of their endurance, then casting them over into gripping shudders of completion.

"Ah!" Juushiro cried, arching his back and holding on with all his strength as his lover's hot release filled and warmed him inside.

His own release spilled out, onto their sweating flesh, only to be slowly devoured as Juushiro watched with adoring eyes. Shunsui completed his efforts, then crawled up to lay his head on his lover's shoulder.

"I love you," Shunsui breathed into his ear, "Whatever happens next, don't you forget that. I'll always be with you."

"Shunsui?" Juushiro called out, "Why are you…?"

He stared in shock as his lover's body flickered with an odd light, then began to fade away.

"Shunsui!" he shouted, sitting up, "Shunsui!"

He blinked in surprise at finding himself, not in the odd place that the two had visited, but in what he knew to be one of Urahara Kisuke's guest rooms.

"Ukitake taichou!" Inoue Orihime's worried voice called out to him, "Ukitake taichou, please lie down. You are still too weak to get up."

"Shunsui! Where is he?" Juushiro panted anxiously.

The door opened and Kisuke entered the room, looking paler than usual and walking with a limp.

"Hey now," he greeted the white-haired taichou, "It's a little late to be up and causing trouble."

"I need to see Shunsui!" Juushiro exclaimed, pushing himself into a sitting position, then wincing as pain shot through his insides.

"He was fine before! He was making good progress," Orihime reported, "But, he seemed to go into some sort of strange dream state. And when he emerged from it, be woke up crying out for Kyouraku Soutaichou!"

"I just need to s-see him!" Juushiro demanded, resisting as Kisuke helped to lay him down again.

"Easy," Kisuke soothed him, carefully concealing a syringe in his hand as he positioned himself, then delivered a swift injection.

"No!" Juushiro gasped, struggling, "Don't!"

"Take it easy," Kisuke sighed, touching his face gently as Juushiro's green eyes glazed over and closed.

"Sh-Shunsui," he mumbled as he dropped off to sleep.

Kisuke gave Orihime a regretful look.

"Sorry," he apologized, "I didn't mean to strong-arm him, but it would've really messed with him to hear about Kyouraku right now.

"I understand," Orihime said sadly, rubbing her eyes with the back of one hand.

"Were there any changes during the night?" Kisuke asked, changing the subject.

"Not during the night," the human girl explained, but something strange happened when Ukitake taichou entered that dream state."

"Oh?" Kisuke said, looking at her curiously.

"He got really restless, and he was moaning and talking to Kyouraku soutaichou like he was here. I tried to soothe him, but he wouldn't calm down. And I noticed that his reiatsu was fluctuating oddly too."

"It was?" Kisuke asked, leaning over Juushiro and examining him more closely, "Can you tell me any more about what happened during his dream?"

Orihime blushed.

"It's kind of private," she hedged.

"Well, this is for his medical treatment," Kisuke argued gently, "I need to know everything. Sorry if that makes you uncomfortable."

"Ah…" the human girl said hesitantly, "well, he shifted around a lot and he was, um…"

The young woman's blush deepened.

"He was…ahem…ah, aroused."

"I see," Kisuke answered, carefully covering his smirking mouth with a hand, "and did he climax?"

"Wh-what?" Orihime squeaked, blinking and looking down at her hands, "Um…y-yes."

"Okay, and he seemed to think he was having sex with Shunsui?"

"Eh…uh, yes, it seemed that way."

"All right, let me look him over again."

Kisuke turned his attention to Juushiro's resting body and extended a hand over him, scanning slowly from head to toe, then back up again. He frowned as he passed over the white-haired taichou's abdomen in both directions, then he mumbled something incoherent and left the room for a moment.

"Urahara-san!" Orihime exclaimed.

He was back in moments, carrying a handheld scanned that he ran several times over Juushiro's abdomen, then examined with growing interest.

"What are you doing? What's happening to him?" Orihime asked worriedly, "Urahara-san, is Ukitake taichou going to be all right?"

Kisuke let out a long breath, staring in confusion at Juushiro.

"I don't know how, but I can confirm now that whatever was attacking Juushiro's lungs for all of these years is gone," Kisuke said in an almost dazed tone, "And that's not all."

"What's happening to him?" Orihime exclaimed, "I swear, I only used my powers as I always have, and before, they would not heal him, because of the interference from whatever was attacking his lungs. But, now you say his lungs are all right and he is healing completely?"

"That's right," Kisuke confirmed, "I also noticed an odd flutter in his belly, not too far from his spirit core, and when I studied the area more closely, I found something."

"What did you find?" the young woman asked curiously.

"I found a spirit chamber," Kisuke told her, watching as her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.

"You mean, like in the breeder males? Like what you said Tetsuya-san…?"

"Yeah," Kisuke affirmed, "I can say with complete certainty that, not only has Juushiro been fully cured and healed, he's pregnant."

"He is…?" a soft male voice exclaimed from near the doorway.

Kisuke turned to see a pale-faced Tetsuya staring at Ukitake and touching his own midsection with shaky fingers. He approached the blue-eyed noble, laying a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sure it will be all right, Tetsuya," he said reassuringly, "I know it still haunts you when you hear about that, but his situation isn't like yours was. He is going to be all right…and you're going to help me keep him that way, okay?"

"Okay," Tetsuya managed uncertainly, "but Urahara-san, who is going to tell him that Kyouraku taichou is dying?"