Seireitei Monogatari

a/n: So I took a break from NaNoWriMo to bring you this brief update! Surprise! I hope that you enjoy!

Big thanks to all my patient readers and reviewers! This is for you! Much love to Yakumo, Kuromei (I'll definitely be posting it, but I think the content will surprise everyone who knows me. lol. And megane-licious? Am I perhaps sensing a Szayel/Ishida request? *hopeful look*), Master Akira (Thanks for the luck, I'll need it!), thisisallivegot (Thanks! I would love to send you an e-mail but I can't seem to see your e-mail address. Could you give it to me?), and uchiha mikomi (Yay! Another one who loved Trinity, my guilty pleasure).

Title: Take Me on the Floor
Pairings: Shunsui/Jyuushiro/Nanao
Rating: T
Warning: dirty dancing, lots of kissing, no dialogue
Words: 1984
Description: Here in the living world, Soul Society doesn't exist, and she's just a young woman who wants to have fun.
Dedication: To darkangel11910, who wanted a threesome with these characters.
Inspired by the Veronicas song by the same name.

Flashing lights. The pulse of the crowd. Bodies twisting here and there, bumping into strangers but no one really caring because that's the whole point. Music throbbing on the floor, in the air, surrounding her.

It's not a place that Ise Nanao usually frequents. But once, days back, she had been convinced to visit, and now, it's a guilty pleasure for her. Dropping her Shinigami garb, stepping into some slinky, skin-baring number, and creeping onto the floor. Hair loose and wild, glasses exchanged for contacts, her own body swaying to the beat, garnering looks of appreciation from men she'll never see again. That's part of the allure.

When the night ends, she can go back to being rule-following, stern Ise-fukutaichou. But right now, she's in the moment. She's free.

The music explodes, getting louder if at all possible, and Nanao twists to the right, throwing her hands in the air. Someone steps her direction, a possible leer on his lips. She rakes her gaze across his appearance, deems him acceptable, and invites him in for a dance without any words.

Sweat paints her body, and the club smells like a mixture of people and smoke and fruity drinks, but she doesn't mind. It smells of freedom to her.

Hands skate up her sides, and she pushes back, grinding against her partner. His touches are fleeting, hesitant but they still guide her to the music. She surprises him by turning and throwing an arm over his shoulder, body moving to a beat completely unconsciously. He leers and says something, but the words are lost to the music and the crowd. Nanao shakes her head. She isn't interested in conversation.

Someone else wanders her direction, trying to entice her into switching partners. Fingers ghost teasingly across the nape of her nape, sending shivers down her spine. Nanao turns to meet this new prospect, only interested in having fun, when her eyes catch grayish-green ones across the dance floor.

She freezes in place, briefly losing rhythm, at the easygoing smile turned her direction. He couldn't... Why is he... What is he...

Stuttered questions want to fall from her lips, but she is speechless as he easily follows the sway of the crowd, making his way to her side. Her face burns, her fingers tucking a stray strand of hair self-consciously behind her ear. He shakes his head, reaching to let it loose and free as it has been.

He looks handsome, something she has always noticed in the back of her mind but refused to let her conscious readily admit. Otherwise, she knows she'll follow under the same spell as countless other females, and Nanao has never wanted to be among the unnumbered and unremembered. Besides, he is her captain, and those sort of things never work out. She's read enough Psychology to know and understand that.

Her other dance partners have vanished back into the fray, and she stands in the middle of the floor, utterly perplexed. Until Kyoura-- No, she should call him Shunsui here, she knows he wouldn't have it any other way. Until Shunsui takes her hand and skillfully twists her to the beat.

She doesn't think. Here, she isn't a vice-captain, and if she wants, he doesn't have to be a captain. Alcohol warms her belly, loosens her lips, and she smiles saucily and breaks away briefly to show him her own skills. Best not to let him think he caught her so easily. She sees when the chase enters his eyes, and a thrill trips down Nanao's spine.

The music shifts, changes to something smooth and sultry, worthy of a tango but still a faster beat. She's been here often enough that she knows what it is now, a remix of a classic song. The rhythm burns in her veins, and she whirls to the beat. Unable to stop the grin as Shunsui joins her, the moves in perfect counterpart. Garnering several appreciative stares.

Her cheeks heat when his hands skip a path down her bare arms. The side of his leg nudges briefly against the outside of her thigh. He drags a hand through her hair, and her hand skitters down the planes of his chest.

Shunsui grabs one of her hands, twirling her into his arms, and she is pressed against him, able to smell his scent. Something smoky and woodsy, intoxicating. Nanao sucks in a deep breath and feels the vibrations and heat of his body against hers. It's all too easy to get caught up, and she forces herself to remember that this didn't happen. When the morning comes, she will be Ise-fukutaichou – Nanao-chan – and he will be Kyouraku-taichou. No matter what he might try to say.

He nuzzles against the side of her face, lips skating down the side of her neck, and a low sound escapes from her lips. She twists out of his arms, not ready to play the captured prey just yet. And turns to smile saucily, when she bumps into another.

An apology on her lips, Nanao glances over her shoulder, and feels her body seize up again. Shunsui is chuckling, saying something along the lines of the other being late, but Nanao's too busy staring to really hear it. Where Shunsui is handsome, he is beautiful and very effectively making her feel plain in comparison. Frumpy in her Matsumoto-bought-and-gifted dress. While she can believe Shunsui's random appearance here, she finds it harder to reconcile Ukitake Jyuushiro.

She wonders if they've planned this.

Smile gentle, eyes dark and soft, Ukitake-- No, he should be Jyuushiro as well. He would insist on it with that light but commanding voice of his. Jyuushiro holds out his hand to her, silently asking for a dance, and Nanao doesn't even hesitate. At least, he won't play with her heart; this she is sure.

Besides, in the morning, everything will return to normal.

Shunsui makes a comment, something to the effect of the lover-boy stealing his date, but Jyuushiro tosses him an amused look and twirls Nanao into his arms. He smells delicious, too. Sharp like a thunderstorm but sweet like candy. She wants to bury her fingers in his white hair, having always wondered if it is as soft as it looks.

Jyuushiro's hand settles on her hip, helping the both of them sway to the same beat. She grinds up against him, a part of her thrilled by knowing that Shunsui is watching. She feels like someone else here – someone bold and beautiful, sexy – and it feels wonderful.

She throws her head back in time with the beat, and Jyuushiro's elegant fingers trail down her throat.

A warm body presses against hers from behind, and she knows that scent, that warmth. He whispers something in her ear, something about sharing, and Nanao just nods numbly. The music is pulsing in her ears, through her veins. She can feel the bass in her chest, through the floor, past her heels, and into her feet.

They dance together – pretending to be three strangers who have simply met in the club and not occupational associates. Hands flittering across bared skin. Sweat glittering her body. Three different shades of hair. Shunsui presses against her from behind, and Jyuushiro expertly guides her from one turn of the dance to the next.

And then, Shunsui reaches past Nanao, one hand curling in white hair and pulling Jyuushiro to him. She can only gape as they kiss, right there above her, lips touching and tongues tangling, making low heat pool in her belly. She's heard the rumors, she's seen the way they behave together, but never in her wildest dreams would she have thought to actually witness the truth.

She is staring, and other people are staring too because how can they not? It's the hottest thing she's ever seen. These two beautiful, powerful men kissing like that.

It seems to last forever, but it's really only a brief kiss. Nanao's eyes are wide, breath caught in her throat. She thinks that maybe she's the one interrupting here, and well, she has the rest of her night to enjoy. No need to get in between them, even if a part of her – most of her – wouldn't mind lingering.

She squirms, and that's enough for their attention to return to her. She can feel Shunsui's gaze on her, his hands settling on her hips gently. Not keeping her there but asking softly if she won't leave just yet. And Jyuushiro's hand lands on her chin, finger stroking gently. She looks up, and his mouth descends, covering hers, tasting of something sweet and fruity like his scent. Probably whatever alcohol he has had here.

She melts, wishing there were a better word to describe her reaction but having to settle for the classic melting. There's no other way to say that her knees refuse to hold her up, and that heat flushes her entire body. She moans into his mouth, Jyuushiro kissing with the skill only a thousand years of living can grant someone. And Shunsui's fingers are still on her, stroking, petting, encouraging.

Nanao wonders how she could have possibly become so lucky to be caught between the two. One hand twines around Jyuushiro's neck, trying to stop him from pulling back. Wanting to deepen, darken, more. And he obliges, tongue tangling with hers in a way that reminds her of his kiss with Shunsui.

Warm breath on her neck. A hand helpfully sweeping aside locks of dark hair. Lips skating down her bare skin, swirling in the dip between neck and collarbone. Nibbling on a bared shoulder. She feels the rasp of a beard against her skin, and Nanao shivers, prickles racing up and down her spine.

She knows that this could be – in some way – a Very Bad Idea. But that's only if she's Ise-fukutaichou, she reminds herself. Here in the living world, Soul Society doesn't exist, and she's just a young woman who wants to have fun.

Nanao reaches out and drags her fingers down Jyuushiro's chest, letting her painted nails rasp the front of his shirt. She tilts her head to the side, giving Shunsui more of an invitation. She takes off her inhibitions and grinds them beneath her four-inch heels. It is only one night, she reminds herself, letting the music flow through her.

Jyuushiro takes her hand, and they exchange a glance. He asks without words, and she answers with a flirty toss of her hair. Shunsui's fingers slide down the side of her slinky dress, also a silent query. And she drops her free hand, grabbing his own to bring it up to her mouth, pressing her lips against the strong pulse of his wrist. An equally silent answer.

They lead her from the dance floor, all three incurring envious looks, and she follows along because she wants to. She steps into a warm, spring evening and slides into the backseat of a cab with Jyuushiro and Shunsui. Touches are flirtatious and promising, and though her heart threatens to break free from her chest, Nanao has never been this sure. Her mind doesn't change during the cab ride. The walk to the room. The sight of the large, decadent bed. The waiting tray of wine and sweets. The first kiss from Shunsui and the elegant fingers that dip under the strap to her dress, pulling it off to the side.

And in the morning, finding her clothing amongst other scattered bits belonging to two very different men, she doesn't regret a thing.

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a/n: Whew. That was hot. *fans self* I have to say, it's one of my absolute favorites. It came to me all in a rush. Oh yeah. And there's a sequel. *grins* You really think Shunsui and Ukitake are going to let her get away with just one night?

Back to the novel, 37,000 words and counting...