What She Needs

Hey guys so I lied about updating fast......it was well-intentioned. So because I tricked you and lied horribly to you I'm posting two chapters at once! Isn't that wonderful of me! ^_^ Anyway I hope you like these two chappies of the story and if anything bothers you let me know and I'll see what I can do.
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The sun shown warmly on Soul Society as Yachiru bounded into the relief station room. Swinging down the hall she grabbed one of the healer on duty and dragged her along too.

“Come on healer pealer! I want Ran-chan up, she’s sleeping too much it‘s been two weeks already, if she takes too long Ken-chan’ll get bored.” The bubbly lieutenant giggled as the young woman tried to get her feet properly under her. Bouncing down the hallway and swinging around a corner, the young woman Ayame, tripped over her feet behind Yachiru.

Stopping abruptly, Ayame stumbled forward and fell rubbing her arm and pouting at the lieutenant. “Come on healer pealer” Yachiru made to grab the girl’s arm again but she was already inside the room hoping to avoid a repeat performance.

Sighing, Ayame approached the softly breathing 10th Division lieutenant as she ran a cursory hand over the sleeping woman’s body.

“She’s completely fine Yachiru-fukutaicho just wake her up if you want to but there might be some aftershocks.” Ayame muttered, the healer replaced her hand over Rangiku Matsumoto’s body, ghosting it along her frame, she mumbled some things.

“Well Unohana-taicho healed her up almost as good as new but her reiatsu is still rebuilding itself, she’ll probably feel more tired more often for a little less than a week. But after what happened she might have a relapse…you know because of that…” the younger healer blushed as her hand hovered over the blonde’s hips.

“Eh what? Speak clearly Peally.” Yachiru looked at her with intelligent eyes, “she was kept at the point of physi…physi…physical com…com…completion for almost three days so when she wakes up she might need…ah…”

“Oh, don’t worry silly! That’s what Kenny’s for. But she has to wake up for that right! I think Ran-chan’ll be alright she just needs to wake up.” Yachiru giggled as she leapt forward and started jumping on her bed singing loudly…

“RAN-CHAN WAKEY WAKY LITTLE SNAKY! RAN-CHAN…..” the pink haired lieutenant could be heard a mile off as she bounced around on Matsumoto’s bed. Jumping high into the air before dropping down across the buxom blond.

“AH YACHIRU-FUKUTAICHO! STOP IT!” The panicked healer ran around desperate to make the lieutenant stop.

~*~

Rukia’s eyes fluttered open as a loud, and very energetic Yachiru pounced on her bed. “Uki-chan?”

“Wake up Ki-chan, Renji loves you too” she stuck her tongue out with a smile and a wink having been present on more than one occasion to witness his bumbling confessions and sweet kisses to the cute and happily, on his part, sleeping Rukia.

“If you don’t hurry up and get up, baboon butt’ll go kiss someone else, and he’ll get hit because nobody likes his kisses except you, Yachiru told the petite brunette seriously before jumping back yelling “Come On Ki-chan!” Rukia blinked slowly as she tried to understand what was going on.

Leaping back onto Rangiku’s bed, Yachiru bounced up and down as she felt the blond move under her. “RAN-CHAN! Come on silly head Kenny needs you to wake up, if you don’t hurry up too he’ll go kiss somebody else just like baboon-butt. Up UP up up UP!” Yachiru smiled as the two women shifted slowly sliding out of the covers to stand shakily on their unused legs. Their muscles protesting with their weight, but slowly and surely they settled back onto their legs as Matsumoto and Rukia accustomed themselves to standing again.

“Come on!” Yachiru grabbed their hands and took off, much slower than normal letting the girls get their legs back in working order. Feeling them walk more confidently with every step, pretty soon Yachiru was flying down the hall as Rangiku and Rukia giggled behind her. After sleeping for two weeks, they felt full of energy.

~*~

“YACHIRU KEEP IT DOWN!” Ikkaku yelled as his lieutenant barreled by with the two just-awoken women in tow. Seeing them up, he smiled and stepped back into the room. Moving over to Isane’s side, he stared down into her sleep softened face. For some reason he was fascinated by her long black lashes that graced her high cheek bones. He couldn’t help himself and reached forward to brush her bangs out of her face both elated and alarmed as she seemed to press her face against his hand.

Pulling it back slowly, Ikkaku wondered why exactly he wanted to do that but pushed that aside too. It didn’t really matter, he wanted to do it so he did it again. To hell with all this thinking about feelings and whys and shit.

Reaching his hand down again, he brushed his callused fingers against Isane’s soft cheek, his thumb moving over her full lips. They were so soft beneath his hand, so warm. That stupid desire came back, that stupid want he had…to kiss her.

Ah hell! He cursed as the tough, third seat bent down over her face, suddenly nervous as a blush ran like wildfire over his nose. Closer and closer he leaned down, his nose brushed against hers, his blush running down his neck as butterflies swirled through his stomach.

Moving one last little bit, Ikkaku pressed his lips softly against Isane’s. Just then the shy lieutenant’s eyes flew open as she stared into the dark eyes of Madarame Ikkaku, a dark blush blooming over her cheeks as the third seat jerked back.

“Ah….” he fumbled completely at a loss for words. Damn it! He had never been this tongued tied with a woman before. Never been this…HELL he had never blushed this bad with a woman.

“Madarame-san?”

“Ah sorry Isane-chan” he tripped over his words as he felt like a heel.

“Don…don’t be” she whispered as her blush deepened on her cheeks. “I kinda liked it” she spoke bashfully.

“You did?!” he asked her, an immense sense of relief filled him. Isane nodded shyly as suddenly Ikkaku kissed her again. It was more a press of lips then a kiss but Isane’s cheeks flared up even worse and her eyes fluttered closed sweetly.

“I’ve never kissed anyone like that” Ikkaku told her as he pulled away from her with a light frown. “I didn’t even know that was a kiss…” he muttered more to himself than to Isane but the lieutenant smiled softly.

“I’ve only ever kissed like that” she looked up at him, sleep disappearing from her eyes.

“Is there another way to kiss?” Isane shifted as she rose to sit against her pillow, Ikkaku was sitting across from her. He nodded and kissed her again this time showing her his kind of kissing. He rubbed his tongue against her lips before slipping between them to tease the healer’s own tongue. Isane’s eyes were shut as she experienced this new kiss, a rush of heat overwhelming her. Intense ropes of desire, not so much needs as wants, started churning in her belly. She choked on a moan as Ikkaku suddenly pulled back cursing himself for a fool.

“I’m sorry Isane! I forgot I didn’t mean to….Are you ok I’ll get a healer” Ikkaku moved to jump up but a hand tugged him back. Looking at him with heavily pink cheeks and a sweet smile “I’m alright, it doesn’t hurt or anything I just have this need, this…I don’t know what it is…” Isane sighed as she looked at him.

“But after what happened…” Ikkaku trailed off uncertainly.

Isane looked at him “He didn’t take us” she spoke confidently “he wanted to hurt our bodies but we never felt it because he filled us with so much need.” Isane continued “that’s all I felt Madarame-san intense, never ending physical need for hours, days even and it never changed, never…abated” she looked away.

“I…it….it…ached so much like an itch you couldn‘t scratch no matter what, a huge unending itch all over my body.” She whispered completely embarrassed by her confession and lack of modesty but the tall third seat had somehow coaxed the words out of her whether by his kiss or by her own unfocused dreams.

Ached? Ikkaku looked at her and saw her eyes flick to her blanket covered lap oh…OH! he realized as all sorts of improper positions and thoughts flowed into his mind.

“Um I…Isane….I don’t know what to do” he spoke brokenly after a moment of silence.

“I’ve…..never….felt this…this whatever it is…for a girl before” the words seemed to be dragged out of him by a team of horses. “Isane…I’ve never wanted to kiss another woman like that.” He told her as he frowned, asking her wordlessly to explain.

“I do…n’t know how to go about this business…I don’t just want to fuck you…” he finished off lamely trying to understand it himself, missing how the lieutenant flared up pink at his words, her gaze eyeing the tiled floor.

“I…I don’t either….I don‘t know…didn‘t know anything bout kissing or anything before.” She told him “I‘ve-never-been-with-a-man-before-” she blurted out watching as Ikkaku stared at her.

“Didn’t that basta---”

“No!” Isane reassured him

“You don’t know anything? Like about fucking?” He asked her slightly incredulous, he looked at her as she blushed a deep ruby red that moved down her neck into her under kimono.

“Um…no….but…I found this…um…book” she started trying not to look so obviously inexperienced, trying to make up for it and wondering if she would melt under the heat radiating off her cheeks.

“ It was about this couple and there’s a part…” Isane trailed off sure that even her ears were pink. “This man kisses a woman…..um….not on the mouth…..” Isane fumbled as she thought she might faint. Ikkaku stared at her comprehension dawning in his mind. He had never done that particular thing with a woman before. Never sucked a girl off…never found one he wanted to suck off, but as he looked down at Isane’s heated cheeks he thought about it. Seriously considered going down on her and found the thought not unappealing…

Hearing her moan above him….watch her explode with ecstasy because of him…only him… suddenly something dawned on him.

“Have you ever come before?” He asked her curiously starting to love the way her cheeks changed from pink to red so fast.

“Um…no…..” she mumbled acutely aware of the man who sat down across from her. Her confession filled him with more accursed emotions. As he shook his head banishing the stupid thoughts he asked her

“Do you want to fuck me?”

“You mean like partners? Like you and Nanao?” Isane asked him quietly, her eyes strangely dim. Ikkaku frowned as the thought was unwelcome. He didn’t want to just fuck her, he wanted to kiss her and touch her, not just get off in her. Turning to look Isane straight in the face he told her “I have no idea what we have here but it’s not just sex ok.” He told her seriously “I want to kiss you and do….do…other….” he floundered for a word “stuff besides just fuck. You know like give you flowers and stuff…”

Despite the blush, Isane smiled at his jumbled up confession. Warming completely to the idea now that she was face to face with Ikkaku, his fumbling attempts to woe her made her giggle, even if he didn’t know what he was doing himself. She found him endearing in a goofy, manly sort of way.

“Me too but how do we do this?” She asked him “I dunno” he shrugged “I guess like this…”

He kissed her again, a mixture of slow caresses and tongues as he tried to figure out what to do with himself. His hands hanging uselessly at his side. Isane kissed him back uncertainly as she tried to adapt to this new situation, fire tingling in her belly, smoldering beneath her control.

Tugging back a little, she looked at him “maybe if you put your arms here…” she put his large hands around her waist. “And I put my hands here…” Isane scooted closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck before she kissed him again. That seemed to worked better The lieutenant thought before thoughts disappeared under the rush of new sensations.

~*~

Renji was standing in his pants, his kosode thrown off as he sweated heavily, dodging Senbonzakura as she lunged for him again. Swinging his Hihio Zabimaru, he tried to follow the pattern to see where she would land, his eyes studying the slowed down blade petals.

Byakuya sat atop a bluff directing his shikai around forcing Renji to analyze the movements of the attack instead of focusing on him. He had been down here everyday after they had finished the paperwork. Renji was fast to learn but it took time just like everything else, and Byakuya knew no other way to train then by the way he was trained. To hammer the same thing again and again into Renji’s body until the redhead learned to anticipate and respond. For every missed aim, a petal would slice him, if he missed again two would cut him. It was a simple training method yet…very effective.

And took no effort whatsoever on his part. All he did was direct his attack, forcing Renji to study Senbonkura. If the lieutenant could learn to anticipate and block her, that would be the foundations for his bankai technique. Renji hadn’t noticed yet, but Senbonzakura was moving in rope-like whipping movements mimicking the basic style he used for Hihio Zabimaru, once he figure that out, he could began studying the technique and eventually break it down.

This move wasn’t his favorite to use with Senbonzakura but it was the most effective to help Renji get a handle on his bankai. He had the basics down, all the lieutenant needed was experience and technique. The technique, Byakuya decided, he would pound, or rather cut, into Renji’s body until it became second nature to the fiery redhead. In forcing him to respond to the whip-like attacks of his sword, the noble was making Renji’s body respond similarly, making him absorb the methods even if the redhead didn’t quite understand it yet.

Eventually Abarai would be able to block Senbonzakura and when he did then they could get serious with bankai. Around them dust rose and blew with the massive released swords. There really was no other place of them to train, Hihio Zabimaru was too large to adequately spar against in Soul Society without destroying every around them but being down here made it slightly difficult for everyone else to find them.

Namely Rukia Kuchiki, the brunette had already said hi to everyone she knew and them some. Ukitake had given her a big hug making Kiyone and Sentaro pout before they too hugged her. Everyone seemed happy to see her except for the two people she wanted to see most.

Where are you Renji? Nii-sama?

~*~

Shunsui Kyoraku was uncharacteristically busy catching up on all of his and Nanao’s paperwork that seemed to have piled up over the passed weeks. His head was down with the door and windows thrown wide open for the cooling breeze and warm sun as autumn threatened to blow the summer afternoon away.

He was intently scribbling something as a shadow suddenly fell across his page. Curious, he looked up and froze. There in front of his desk stood his lieutenant, a little winded but otherwise just like her old self.

“Nana---” he was cut off as she reached forward and grabbed him. She yanked him across the desk, pens and papers falling everywhere.

And she kissed him.

With all of her years of pent up love, lust didn’t yet factor in but she had lain awake as she listened to the heartfelt if jumbled up beginning between Isane and Ikkaku and her heart had ached, for what she herself didn’t have. Ikkaku could leave her, that didn’t matter much. They had been just partners, nothing more, nothing less, and while she would always have a soft spot for their wonderful coupling, the fact remained that they had yet to say any meaningful words to each other.

As she listened to them start something, she vowed she would not let another day pass without telling him. Without telling her captain, she loved him, had loved him for years, even if he denied her she would at least be able to hold her head up high. Death has a way of putting things into perspective, making life and love, friends and colleagues seem so much more fragile and Nanao wanted, with all her heart, to tell Shunsui Kyoraku that she loved him. Maybe he would love her back.

Kyoraku felt her lips press against his with a jolt. His mind was running behind his body as he blinked rapidly trying to understand…before it dawned on him.

Nanao…Nanao Ise was kissing him!

He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her over the desk into his arms as he shifted to properly return her wonderfully intense kiss. Her lips were like molten honey against his mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Nanao kissed him like she was dying and he was air. She kissed him like she would never be able to kiss him again, handing him her love, almost her very soul to him on a silver platter. She poured it into his mouth, kissing him with a mixture of passion and love and thousands of other emotions even she had no name for.

~*~

Rukia was pissed Where the hell were they? she growled as she walked through each division waving and asking around, her body tired but complaining wonderfully at the burn as her muscles got used to movement again. Passing into another Division she walked up to the office and stumbled to a halt as she peered into the wide open doorway.

Nanao and Kyoraku-taicho were tangled in each other’s arms as they kissed passionately, the lieutenant was returning the kiss with fire even as a small trickle of a tear dropped down her cheek. After so many years of perceived unrequited love, here she was wrapped in his arms trying to respond to the level of passion and fire he kissed her with, it was more then she had been prepared for and it consumed her.

Rukia blushed as she watched them pull apart as Nanao rubbed her nose against his, looking into his dark eyes “I love you” she whispered against his mouth, loving the way his arms tightened around her waist as his mouth crashed down upon her again.

Renji… Rukia turned and left in search of her own lieutenant, she wanted another one of his kisses and by damn she would get it.

~*~

She loves me! She loves me! Kyoraku couldn’t control himself as he kissed her again loving the sound of her voice as she told him. Loving the way her mouth curved as she confessed. He held her tightly in his arms as a cool breeze blew around them ruffling their uniforms and blowing papers around the captain and his lieutenant.

He kissed her sweetly and softly and passionately and intensely, every emotion, every ounce of his emotions consumed him, burned his mouth as he gave it to her, forced her to feel the weight of his own love for her.

He finally pulled back, resting his forehead against hers as he stared into her dark eyes and the intensity of the love he saw there made his heart ache happily.

“I love you too Nanao” he watched the breathtaking smile bloom over her face as she wrapped her arms around him hugging him as she pressed her face against his shoulder. He held her just as tight, absorbing the perfection of her in his arms.

~*~

“Yachiru! Stop pushing!” Matsumoto complained as the pink haired lieutenant pushed her down the alley into an intersection.

“Don’t move ok!” Yachiru told her as she bounced off.

Rangiku watched her run off nonplussed as she shifted from foot to foot. She contemplated leaving, contemplated going home and seeing her captain and her friends but for some reason she felt as if she should wait. A little while won’t hurt if she takes to long I’m leaving.

Matsumoto compromised as she tugged at her uniform bored, with so much pent up energy.

~*~

Renji huffed as he lay on the training ground floor panting for his breath as his captain leapt gracefully from his perch. They had been training for most of the day and under Kuchiki-taicho it was no walk in the park. The man had done nothing but sit on a rock and in doing so had given Renji a proverbial beat down. The training had morphed into a game: Hit Senbonzakura. When he could, Byakuya assured him they would move on, but the point of this game was to develop reaction time. Hihio Zabimaru was such a huge bankia that it needed precise timing and perfect coordination or Renji risked loosing control of the large jointed mass. The solution to this problem was to improve controlled speed. When the redhead could efficiently hit the tip of Senbonzakura he would be fast enough to handle Hihio in battle. Until then, training consisted of this. It was a brutal and exhausting game, Renji noted as he lay covered in light cuts and bruises, his body covered in sweat.

“Renji” Byakuya spoke just as elegantly cool and collected as usual. “Return to the Division office and finish off that last report. We will continue tomorrow.” He dismissed his lieutenant, Renji nodded breathlessly as he felt his captain moving and eventual gone from the underground training hall.

Every muscle screamed in exhaustion but Renji grinned. He loved the burn in his arms and legs and he knew he was making progress.

~*~

“Ken-chan, Ken-chan Ichi’s back!” Yachiru called as she pulled the big captain out of 11th Division.

“He is! Where!” Zaraki looked around hand already on his zanpakuto “Follow me!” Yachiru smiled and jumped on his shoulder.

“Go left!” She grinned with a decidedly impish smile on her face as Kenpachi Zaraki turned left.

~*~

“Uh!” Rukia sighed tiredly. She had been all over the damn Soul Society and neither her brother nor her lieutenant was around. Everyone in the division said that the captain and the lieutenant went off to spar for long hours every day but no one knew when they would be back.

Unhappily, Rukia sat at the edge of the Kuchiki House, her legs dangling over the side as she leaned against a wooden column, her mind wandering as she gazed at the trees, a few leaves glinted with brown and orange under the full moon that peaked across the sky. Soon Fall would be fully upon them and the Winter deadline even closer. Would they be ready in time? Aizen had already caused enough trouble as it was, could they really handle a full on attack if his little toy had almost killed four lieutenants and a captain?

Was success and victory…maybe a little too far out of their grasp? Rukia shook her head banishing the negative thoughts as she felt the floorboards under her shift. Looking up, she smiled as Byakuya Kuchiki walked up with a small tray of tea.

Settling himself beside her silently as always, he handed her a warm cup of green tea. His usually expressionless eyes were calm and content as he saw her awake and fully healed.

He thought back to his lieutenant, he knew the boy hadn’t slept with Rukia it was obvious from his stand point but amusing just the same. Renji was arguable the best choice for his little sister. Out of all the men he knew, no one loved her as surely as the redhead did. He tried to hide it but Byakuya could read him like an open book just as surely as he could read Rukia.

He saw them kiss gently, saw the way Renji handled her like a breakable object, priceless and delicate. Abarai would take good care of her and if the airhead would only get stronger, then he wouldn’t have to worry. The noble man watched the leaves flutter in the cool night wind. He drank his tea with Rukia as they sat together, the peace of the evening surrounding them

He would give them his blessing, he knew as surely as he knew them both that they would be happy and after this mess, they deserved it. Now if the redhead ever hurt her…that was another matter entirely, one he would see Senbonzakura involved in intimately.

Finishing his tea delicately, he looked at Rukia fondly. “Abarai’ll be back at the Division’s office finishing a report soon.” He spoke quietly as he took to his feet elegantly and walked off. The noble heir almost felt her happiness, the smile Rukai had shown him had been worth the indignity of helping his lieutenant out. Byakuya let a tiny smile grace the corner edge of his mouth. Seeing Rukia alive and well had brightened his evening considerable, but no one needed to know that.

~*~

“Ken-chan, he’s down there just keep going straight” Yachiru told him as she leapt off his shoulder. Kenpachi Zaraki rolled his shoulders in anticipation noting Yachiru give him some space, he grinned as he continued down the street.

“Ichi---” He stopped abruptly as he came face to face with a gently blushing Rangiku Matsumoto.

“Hi Zaraki-taicho what are you doing here?” She asked him as her cheeks grew warmer. His masculine presence filled her with an immediate throbbing as she swallowed nervously.

Think he’ll mind if I kiss him? Maybe if I just jump on him really fast he won’t notice Rangiku thought distractedly as her eyes were drawn to the small v of exposed chest that his uniform revealed. Zaraki let his eyes take in the healthy woman as he grinned, her appearance banishing the haunting images of that night from his head.

“Rangiku, you still need to finish up that command your captain gave you?” He leered openly at her, his eyes taking in her heavy chest, he addressed her informally as if he had already earned that right.

The healers had reported to the captains that while the women’s bodies had suffered immensely, their mental states were not scarred because of it. In fact it was noted that the women were confined under severe sexual stimulation bordering on torture for three days so everyone had to be tolerant until the women had cleaned it out of their system. Zaraki had grinned wolfishly at the announcement knowing exactly how he was going to help Rangiku clean out her system.

Matsumoto eyed him confused as he took a step forward, “what command?” she asked him distracted by the strong set of his shoulders and with every step he took, her breath came a little faster, her body a little hotter.

“That one that he had kicked you out of the office for…the one he told you not to return before you had slaked your…” the tall captain bent down, directly in front of her, close enough that she could feel his body heat. He whispered roughly into her ear.

“Lust.” The word rolled out of his mouth and shivered along her neck as Rangiku felt a shudder run down her back, she thought airily she might lose it if he said that again.

“Please don’t say that ca…captain” she spoke breathlessly as her body reacted intensely to him, already moist and hot, she could feel her nipples perk up and she wanted nothing more in the world than to yank him forward and bury herself in his raw masculinity.

Kenpachi Zaraki felt his pants tighten as Rangiku looked up at him with heavy lidded eyes asking him not to repeat it. Just looking into her eyes, he knew she wanted him, even as she stood there unmoving, her eyes burned at him, demanding he satisfy her.

He didn’t know if she knew the image she gave him but right now was not the time. He grabbed her arm and took off running down the street.

“Captain?” Matsumoto asked breathlessly as she struggled to keep up with his long legs and wide strides. In an instant that seemed to take too long, the blond woman was suddenly pushed forward and dropped on a bed in what she would later come to learn was his room. Bending over her, he kissed her before she could protest. His lips were rough and capped but he knew how to use them. Caressing her lips with his own, his hands came up to slip into her heavy tresses. He dragged his hands through it, loving the silky mess it made in his hands. He heard her moan and tried to overwhelm her senses, make her forget that asshole. He would drench her senses in him so completely that she would only know him and the pleasure he would give her.

“Rangiku” he kissed against her lips drawing his tongue back from her mouth. She looked up at him with slightly dazed eyes. “Ken…pa-Zar…ki…” she panted as she forced herself to focus on him.

“I want to fuck you.” he spoke huskily as he willed her to agree, willed her to want it too. The blond looked at him for a split second before she reached out and yanked him down over her, her mouth moving to devour him as she responded with a fire that made his head reel.

Getting his proverbial feet under him, Zaraki took the reins of the kiss, controlling it even as he kissed her just as passionately. He slipped his hand into her uniform, caressing her hard nipples as he flicked them lightly. Making the woman moan deeper into his mouth, he was forced to admit that he had never been so turned on by a sound before.

Rangiku Matsumoto arched against his hand as she fought him with her mouth, sparred with his tongue and fought him every step of the kiss, fighting him for control even as she let him know she didn’t want it. She panted into his mouth, sucking heavily on his tongue and licking into his cheeks, playing his game with passionate need.

She was so wild, so responsive that he was dripping hard just from the passion of their kiss. He slipped his hand down from her long hair to set on her neck as his other palm squeezed and toyed with her nipple. He felt her hands move to caress his chest and he encouraged her before he felt her rip his belt.

Rangiku pulled back from his mouth to eye him sultrily. “I want you bare” she told him as she rolled them over. Sitting over his waist, she smirked sexily at him, cutting and ripping the rest of his uniform off him.

He had never had a woman who wanted him so bad she ripped his clothes off and the realization was intense, heady and hot. He realized foggily that a woman as sexy as Rangiku wanted him enough to forcibly strip him…not that he was complaining.

“Hurry Up!” She panted as her hands trailed down his naked chest loving the way his muscles dipped under her hand. This man was intoxicating, his very breath made her shiver as she felt his hands grab her breasts again. Quickly rolling them back over, Zaraki braced himself over her as he spared enough time to rip the side seams of her pants. Quickly throwing the hakama out of the way, he skipped his fingers down from her breasts over her belly to press between her legs. Heavy need making them move quickly, there would be time for slow later.

“You’re so hot, all wet from a little kiss. You want me that badly?” he asked her with a grin, his eyes telling her how much it turned him on, how much he wanted to hear her admit it.

“Yes I want you…badly, I’ve wanted to fuck you, to kiss yo---” Matsumoto bucked against his hands, her voice dying in her throat as he flicked her clit gently.

“How long have you wanted me?” He asked her huskily, his senses becoming drunk on this woman as she writhed underneath him hotly.

“I don’t know…I wake up dreaming of your hands on me, your mouth on me.” Her eyes were a smoldering thundercloud grey as she stared into his eyes.

“I used to wake up with the feeling of you pushing inside me.” She told him as she felt his hands caress her entrance, slowly sliding around her skin, teasing her.

“What else did I do to you?” Kenpachi asked her huskily, his cock tight and heavy as it hung between his legs.

“You’d suck at my neck and my….nipples, I remember waking up with such need that I almost jumped you that day.” Rangiku giggled heavily as his eyes bored into hers, full of sensual promises.

“Did I touch you like this?” he asked her as his hand moved in little circles around her clit, watching her nod as her eyes fluttered closed and her breath came out in a heavy moan.

“Did I touch you here?” He moved his hand so that a long finger slipped into her moist heat. “Ah….yes.” She panted loudly.

He leaned forward and swirled his tongue along her belly before murmuring “Did I kiss you here?” He asked as he kissed a hot trail down her belly to stop just above her thighs. Matsumoto just nodded, her voice lodging in her throat as she focused on his touches, his mouth and hands.

“How about, a kiss here?” he asked her as he opened her to him and quickly laved her clit with a flick. The action was so sudden that it made her arch with a gasp as she came unable to control herself.

Zaraki finished her off with his hands as he stared at her face flushed with passion and heavy with need as she looked back at him. “More…araki…I need more” She panted down to him as she reached down to grip his forearm. Her face was so sexy, her body so responsive for him that the captain thought he just might explode if he didn’t get into her.

Moving swiftly he bucked into her smoothly, the sheer amount of moisture enough for them to move comfortably. Matsumoto was so dripping wet, so ready for him that when he slid home within her, she arched and moaned against him. The sound was so low in her chest so heavy with passion that the sound alone almost made him come.

He grunted heavily as he pushed into her again, rapidly watching her slide backwards under the force of his moving hips. Rangiku was almost…almost howling with pleasure. She just barely managed to control the passionate moaning yells that wanted to come out, instead a low gasp sounded out of her. The sound was so uncontrolled and sexual that Zaraki gritted his teeth and bucked into her faster. His hand moving between her legs to toy with her clit.

He rolled it in his fingers just as rapidly as his hips moved. All of a sudden, he groaned long and low as she arched and screamed, the velvety heat of her inner walls squeezing him even tighter, forcing him to climax, milking him as much as she could.

Kenpachi Zaraki grinned down at her with a confident, lazy smirk watching the way her chest rose rapidly and the barely open, heavy lidded stare she gave him, her grey eyes a thunder cloud steel. She smiled up at him with satisfaction before she tightened around him, teasing him back to full hardness cheekily.

“You definitely touched me here” she sighed as she grinned at his smirk. “Well now I supposes I did but I don’t remember much so let’s try it again” he tugged his hips back before sliding into her slowly, teasing her.

~*~

Rukia had just stepped into the office when she spotted a redheaded lieutenant working on a report. He didn’t look up so the petite brunette stepped forward with purpose until she stood behind him and quickly covered his eyes with her hands.

“Guess who?” she purred sultrily into his ear softly, trying to be seductive. She figured it worked since he shivered lightly.

Turning in his chair, he quickly tugged her against him kissing her softly then deeply as he inhaled her scent, her presence with comfort. She melted into his mouth hotly a strange heat rolling through her and she unconsciously moved closer, molding her body to his own as best she could. Her mouth opened wider and she kissed him with more passion, more intensity.

He returned her kiss with need, loving the way she tried to eat him, the heat in her kiss was new to them both. Before it had been tender and gentle, loving. Now it was passionate, a heady press of mouths. Rukia moved against him as she lifted her legs and slid onto his lap. Her legs folding around his back as she tried to get even more out of the kiss.

Pulling back a little, she breathed heavily against his mouth and rocked unconsciously, a surprised moan coming out of her mouth as she looked up into his eyes.

“Ren-ji-….why…..does…..thi..s” she rolled her hips over him again “fe…e.l so…..good?”

“Rukia…it…uggg….its putting pressure here” he told her panting as his hands moved between her spread thighs to rub against her core over her uniform.

“Ah--” she gasped unprepared, “does…it get….better?” she looked at him as his hand continued to move in wide circles between her legs.

“It…ca….n…..but do you want to…..do that?” he asked her trying to think passed her continually moving hips against his hand and over his groin.

“Only….with…..you” she spoke heavily, her possessive tone making him harden even more under her.

“Come on then….” he spoke deeply “we can’t do it….here…at least….not right now” he grinned as he stood up with her in his arms. Dropping her unwillingly to the floor he tugged her out of the office and down the hall to his room.

Her hand was warm in his and her steps were quick beside him as he slip into the room. With a gentle yank he had her in his arms again kissing her passionately as he walked them backwards to his bed. Their mouths never breaking as he fell onto the soft human-world-style bed. He let Rukia fall onto his chest as her delicate hand slipped into his kosode, opening it to her as her hand ran over the hard planes of his chest.

Rukia’s hand was callused but not nearly as much, she probably used hand cream to keep them soft, most female shinigami did, calluses were usually considered unsightly. The gentle texture of her hand made him shiver, her fingers moving lower over his belly to brush against the top of his hakama pants.

Breaking their kiss, Renji tugged back to look into her eyes even as her hand continued lower a little more, her fingers barely slipping beneath the waistband.

“R…u…ki…a” he whispered her name in a half plea half pleasure filled tone, his own hands moved to her belt to loosen it before he tossed it behind her, her top gaping open exposing her pert breasts to him. Looking at them hungrily, he rubbed his hands over her drinking in her heavy gasps as her hand stilled against him under the onslaught of new sensations.

Renji loved her shocked voice, loved the heavy pleasure he caused her to moan out. Ducking his head he sucked her breast into his mouth, his tongue rubbing her nipple. Above him, Rukia saw stars as she tried to focus past the intense sucking sensations that left her light headed.

Moving to the other nipple, Renji abused it as his free hand slipped into her pants to fondle her lower back and flank before moving to caress her butt. He squeezed the firm flesh in his hands feeling her moans vibrate down his throat.

He was so hard but he wanted to feel her, wanted to experience her fully before they got to the main course. He rolled them over so that Rukia lay underneath him, her perky breasts pink from his mouth, her belly shivering with nervousness and need.

She looked at him with pure, undisguised lust. Love must have been mixed in there somewhere but under the circumstances it didn’t really occur to either of them.

Renji quickly slipped the rest of her uniform off as he gazed down at her, her body sensual with delicate curves. Rukia wasn’t so much curvy as sleek like a panther or a leopard. Her curves were gentle, petite but her passion was enough to dazzle him as he tugged his own pants down to expose himself. Her dark blue gaze was drawn to his hard shaft jutting proudly.

Renji stilled waiting for her reaction. He wasn’t small and if she objected then they’d have to take it slow. He was so lost up in what he would do depending on her reaction that when her small hand swept down his erection, he gasped and trembled beneath her hand.

Rukia gripped him firmly as she touched him experimentally. It felt like velvet encased steel, hard and smooth. Rubbing her hand around him, she tightened her grip and then relaxed it listening acutely to his reactions. Every move she made seemed to elicit a different sound from him, and she loved the feeling of satisfaction it gave her.

Pushing back up his shaft, she moved to fondle his sacks, curiously her own body throbbing as she felt more than heard his pleasure filled groan.

“……R…u..k..ia” he panted as he stopped her hand, his own hand caressed her waist and hips before he slipped his longer fingers down the seam of her folds, the moisture collecting on his finger tips making Renji still as he was forced to control himself.

Rukia was driving him mad with need as he pushed his fingers into her, her voice making him ache with desire as she moaned shocked at his wonderfully textured hands. They ran all over her lower body making her arch under the intensity of the new touches and sensations.

Rukia was almost inarticulate as she arched into his hands, her body straining instinctively for more, more pressure, more speed, more everything.

“M…o….re…” she panted breathlessly as her thighs quivered around his hands. Renji nodded as he took some of her moisture and coated his length with it before pressing slowly between her legs. Nudging into her slowly edging the tip of his erection into her. Rukia’s grimaced as he stretched her entrance. He continued steadily pushing until he reached the barrier of her body.

“I….ts…goin…g…to…hurt….” he told her between panting breaths. She was so tight, so hot around him that he was hard pressed to control himself but her face made him pause. Rukia was trying to adjust but it was so uncomfortable and it hurt so much.

The redhead moved his hand to rub at her clit, moving his finger in circular motions building the pressure up as he stubbornly refused to move. He would bring her first and when he did he would breach her, not a moment before and not a moment after.

Rukia’s breath came faster as Renji’s fingers continually rubbed around her clit firmly, a cascade of sensations building slowly within her as the new feelings overwhelmed the uncomfortable stretching. The brunette started to pant and moan lightly as she moved her hips gently rolling into his persistently denying hands. He continued to tease her as he took her higher and higher, feeling her inner walls start to tighten in jerking motions, he swallowed heavily, adamantly refusing to move into her even tighter body.

It was the single most difficult thing he had ever had to do, not buck into her, not reach the pleasure he knew was there but he tore his mind from the delicious pressure around him to focus on Rukia’s needy voice and he finally gave in and touched her clit firmly. Pressing into it, he moved his hand rapidly.

Rukia screamed, she had no choice as electrifying pleasure ripped through her and with her scream Renji pitched his hips forward ripping into her, the pain dissolving under the pleasure she was reeling in. Hilting into her, he swiftly pulled out and pushed back in building a new kind of release for her.

The brunette was coasting on the tail end of her pleasure as an even deeper pressure began to rear within her. Renji was pistoning his hips into her steadily, rapidly. His heavy voice coming in panting waves as it washed over her enticing her to join him one more time.

And Rukia did screaming loudly as she came convulsing around Renji and making him come. Both shinigami arched together twice more riding out their climaxes before collapsing to the bed, the night descending upon them and with it sleep for the tired couple.

~*~

Isane was tugged into Ikkaku’s lap as his kiss intensified, pulling her into a hotter press of mouths. She kept up, mirroring him and bumbling her way through it as she began to love the strong set of arms around her waist. Isane was so tall for a woman that she dwarfed a lot of the men in Soul Society but with Ikkaku, he was a little less than a head above her making her feel very feminine.

He kissed her headily as if all he wanted to do was kiss her. She melted into his kiss loving his masculinity. Pulling back she looked at him with a heavy lidded gaze. “Ikkaku…I wan….t.” she trailed off with a blush as his hand rubbed along her waist.

“We don’t have to fuck if you don’t want to….I don’t mind” he told her as he noted the nervous set of her shoulders. “I’ve never…..done this….I have this ache but I don’t know….” she sighed unable to explain it even as she didn’t truly understand it.

He looked at her playing with the edge of her under kimono. He moved forward pressing her back against the bed in her room. They had left the Relief station and ended up in her own room experimenting with each other and the newness of the sensations and emotions.

Leaning over her, he kissed her lips then moved over her chin, down her neck to kiss and lick a scalding trail along the bend in her neck. He listened to her responses and discovered she liked it a lot. His hand moved up to knead her breast through her clothing. He molded them in his hands and felt her shiver under him.

Ikkaku was trying to control himself but she was so soft underneath him, gentle even. She gasped into his kisses as his hand flexed against her breast. He moved his hand up to drag along the opening in her kimono, following the curve of material his hand ended up pressing underneath it against her chest.

Marveling at the range of sounds Isane seemed to possess, Ikkaku rubbed her breast before moving to tweak her nipple. Toying with it he swallowed her breathy moan as she tried to focus under these new touches and sensations.

His firm hand moved down to trail over her taut belly before tugging her belt loose. She was so different from Nanao. Nanao was intense, demanding and sultry whereas Isane was delicate, gentle and very feminine. He decided that while Nanao had been wonderful, he liked Isane, liked the flush on her cheeks that darkened when he touched her. He loved making her gasp, which she did so easily, under his hands.

Pulling her kimono open, he kissed down her throat to mouth her chest. Licking down over her collar bone, he left open mouthed kisses across her breasts before sucking her nipples. Rolling the hard peak with his lips, he made Isane pant, felt her hands twitch over his shoulders, tightening lightly.

Isane lay under him, her eyes shut tight as his mouth teased her in ways that she never knew existed. She sighed heavily as she felt his hot mouth move down to the underside of her breast, licking long, wet slides across her skin as he moved over to the second one.

“Ikkaku…..” she breathed as he toyed with her breasts and nipples, his hands massaging her waist and hips consciously refusing to go lower. For some reason he didn’t want to rush her into things. When she was ready he would teach her how to fuck and maybe she would show him how to make love. But for now he would control himself and teach her what he knew of pleasure.

Because of the conditions of her capture, Ikkaku knew that she would probably ask him to fuck her but until she did, he wouldn’t push the matter. Isane was so innocent, so naïve that he couldn’t force her like he did with Nanao so he let things proceed as they would and licked her nipple again just for good measure before he kissed little paths of heat along her ribs and belly.

Isane sighed again as his hands and mouth made her tremble and throb. She could feel that place between her legs pulse and was forced to remember that little book. That ache started again, growing as her breath came faster under Ikkaku’s talented mouth.

He moved down her belly to lick across her thigh. He kissed her skin before he nibbled it and sucked it, leaving a dark purple mark in her skin. “Ikkaku…I…..your….teasing me.”

She spoke heavily into the darkened room and felt him smile against her leg. “Maybe” he told her with a grin. “Well…..st…op it…..it….aches…” she spoke softly and Ikkau could almost feel her flush as he knew she must be blushing.

“Do you want me to stop the ache….?” he drawled slowly giving her a suggestive lick along the underside of her thigh before ending with a nip. She shivered but her voice lodged in her throat. She knew what he was implying. Was she really going to sleep with him? After being with him for a day? Was she going to give him her virginity?

Then he started to kiss along her hip leaving hot moist trails along her skin and the matter decided itself for her. It wouldn’t be so bad, she knew she liked him and at her age virginity wasn’t really a good thing, besides she couldn’t think of a better man to give it to. Ikkaku made her head spin, her body heat up. He made her want to do all those things she had only read about. His masculinity, his dominance, his cute airheadedness made her smile, made her ache, made her want more.

“Yes Ikkaku please…..” she spoke breathlessly, she felt him move and suddenly he was kissing her breath away, his mouth eating at hers. It was hot and intense, demanding and she loved it, kissing him back headily. He tangled his tongue with hers, mapping her mouth out before pulling back.

“Are you sure Isane?” He panted against her mouth, his raw maleness overwhelming her senses. “Yes I’m sure…I….I want to be with you Ikkaku-kun” she sighed against his open mouth.

Nodding he pulled off his uniform listening as Isane slipped out of her own before he was back kissing her again, his long, hard body solid against her as she ran her hands down his back and sides, absorbing the feeling of him, the feeling of his hard muscles against her.

He moved his hand down her arm before slipping between their bodies to slid against the soft curls of her entrance. He moved his fingers along the seam of her body, teasing the skin as he swallowed her gasps and moans before he moved a finger between them to play with the moistness of her body.

She was so wet and ready for him that he had to back off a bit so he wouldn’t climax too soon. He touched her, absorbed the sensations of her body before he slipped his fingers inside her. She was tight as just a virgin could be and he wasn’t anywhere near small so this would probably hurt quite a bit.

“Hang on…” he whispered into her mouth before he moved off her and started to loot around in his uniform. Isane took a deep breath as she tried to sort herself out. He was too much for her senses she decided with a little smile just as he crawled back over her.

He kissed her again “mmm I love kissing you…” he told her as he slipped his hands back between her legs. His hands were much slicker and he pushed them into her and proceeded to moved them apart, stretching her and massaging the oil into her entrance. She was wet enough but he wanted to make this as painless as he could. He really did want her to enjoy it as much as he knew he was going to.

“Ahhh…kaku….” she moaned as his hands moved within her. It was strange and wonderful at the same time his mouth was distracting her and Isane couldn’t focus, couldn’t think about anything but Ikkaku. He spent a good while kissing her before he pulled his fingers from her.

She panted as she heard him distantly slick himself up before he was over her, between her legs and something a lot larger was pressing against her entrance.

“Is….Isan..e…it’s…go..in.g..t.o..h..u..rt…..o.k. .b.u.t..I…..p.r.o.mi.s.e….it’ll….ge….t..b…e.t.t.e.r...ok….?” he panted as he tried to control himself.

“Ok…..” she whispered beneath him as she felt him press forward. “Uh….” It did hurt, a lot but she gritted her teeth. He had said it would get better so she waited, felt him butt against her barrier, felt the pressure build and build until it suddenly popped and he hilted within her. It hurt so much she gasped and he stilled breathing hard as he kissed her making her concentrate on his mouth and hands as he pressed a finger into that bud of nerves.

He rubbed it and kissed her wild until the pain subsided and he felt her clench around him. Pulling out he bucked into her all the while his fingers moved around her clit, massaging it and press it as her voice took on a huskier tone. Her voice started coming in moans and heavy gasps as he moved into her before pulling out and moving back into her. She was so tight and moving against him, undulating instinctually. Isane was rolling her body against his trying to increase the pressure that was building low in her belly.

She was panting and moaning almost mindless with pleasure as he moved faster, pistoning his hips into her again and again, his breathing labored as he felt his climax building. He knew she must be close as well judging by her voice and the tightness of her passage. She was clutching him tighter and tighter, he was building her pleasure higher and higher until her hands clutched his shoulders and she screamed arching up.

She tightened impossibly tighter making Ikkaku groan and gasp as his own climax was ripped from him by the sweet Isane. They froze for a second that lasted an eternity before he dropped down over her. Panting for breath he tugged her close wrapping her in his arms as they fell asleep together.

~*~

A little ways down the hall, Retsu Unohana lay motionless on her bed as a shaft of moonlight glittered in from the window falling across her chest that for a second did nothing before it rose in one strong breath.
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See Retsu's just fine...I can't kill anyone in my stories lol so rest assured with me everyone'll always make it out alive...with the obvious exception...lol anyway since I'm wonderful and posting these two chapters....

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