Fifteen Ways to Seduce your Taichou

Fifteen Ways to Seduce your Taichou: Tense Tuesdays

A Tokyo Kitty Production

Disclaimer: Don’t own Bleach or any characters. See chapter 1 for more creative disclaimer.

A/N: So I officially love this story. It’s common that I love the idea before I write it, but it’s a rare fic that I still love after doing most of the creative leg-work for. Don’t get me wrong, I love all of my stories and plot ideas like children. But I’d be the kind of mother that definitely plays favorites. Regardless, starting with this chapter I’ll have a little less time to work on everything because of work, though it probably won’t greatly impede me since this story is flowing like water. Hopefully everyone likes it thus far (guess you wouldn’t be reading chapter 2 if you didn’t) but please stick with it, I promise this is one project I’m not abandoning. Though be forewarned, this one starts out rather err…abruptly. Enjoy!

Post Note: Have some more Japanese vocabulary.
Haori: A sort of coat worn over more traditional Japanese clothing. This is the term used for the captain’s white robe-like coats.
Hakama: Refers to the big pants all of the shinigami wear. They are not skirts, its pants trust me.
Shinigami: Death Gods technically as my kanji tells me. In Bleach they are translated as Soul Reapers.
Seireitei: “Court of Pure Souls” in English. This is the place all the Shinigami live.
Tatami: A straw mat used in traditional Japanese furnishing as flooring.

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Searing hot kisses covered Kira’s back and above the din of rhythmic slapping of skin together Kira could hear his own moans punctuated with a heavy exhalation of breath every once in a while from Ichimaru.

“Please, I can’t take much more Taichou…” Kira said in-between gasps as Ichimaru’s fingernails dug harder into his thin hips.

“Whaddya want, Izuru? Say it ta me…” Ichimaru crooned, leaning over Kira’s curved back to place small nips on the blond’s shoulder blade. One hand that wasn’t bracing his weight wrapped around Kira’s chest, pinching one nipple harshly.

Kira whimpered his response arching into the much welcome pain-laced pleasure. He was reduced to breathing harshly trying to regain enough mental process to properly answer, all the while Ichimaru’s pace of taking him did not slow. “Anything…please just touch me.” He begged not at all above doing so since it usually riled Ichimaru up all the more.

“Ya always ask so nicely Izuru. Say my name and maybe I’ll be nice too.” His hand continued to torture Kira’s nipples, his pace slowing a little to allow Kira to answer.

“Ichimaru-tai-ahh!” Kira’s answer was cut of by a severely hard thrust and Ichimaru’s nails scratching hard down his chest.

“Tha’s not what I mean an’ you know it.” His pace was now brutally hard and Kira was panting hard now from the quick change. “Yer tryin’ my patience, Izuru. Ya know I don’ like tha..”

“Touch me..P-please….Gin.” Kira’s voice was low, barely above a whisper, but he could feel more than see Ichimaru’s smirk near his shoulder.

“Tha’s more like it. All ya gotta do iz ask…” His pace quickened again to a rapid in and out motion, hand moving down to Kira’s cock to begin stroking it at a leisurely pace. “An’ now I’m gonna make ya scream it.”

“GIN!!” He yelled out and sat straight up in bed, covered in sweat and immediately fell back down. His head throbbed unbelievably, probably no thanks to the large amount of sake he had consumed the previous day. Did that make it Tuesday then? His hand went to his forehead, wiping the sweat away. That was the first time in a good while that he’d had a dream like that.

It was then that he noticed he was completely naked; there were his clothes, in a neat folded pile on the other side of the room. But that made no sense, the only time he ever slept naked was when he had been with Ichimaru. Truthfully he couldn’t even remember going to bed last night—did that mean that the dream had been real? Kira looked over at the space next to him but instead of finding his captain or traces that the other man had been sleeping there was a note written in Ichimaru’s pristine, curly handwriting.

Better luck next time, eh Izuru-kun?

Kira crumpled up the note, unable to help his frustration more at himself than his captain. He must have passed out some time last night and Ichimaru-taichou had carried him back to his room. What was disconcerting then was that Ichimaru had proceeded to undress him and then leave him alone. Kira guessed he really was keeping to his threat of coming near Kira until he could think of a creative way to do it on his own.

Despite his horrid headache, Kira sat up resigning himself to what he hoped would be an uneventful day like Monday was supposed to have been.

Not likely.

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Tuesday.

Kira arrived twenty minutes later in his office, more anxious and frustrated than usual. The dream he’d had that night had now combined forces with his headache that seemed to grow with every step into a giant ball of tired frustration. As he sat down in his desk to another giant pile of paperwork like he had never even done any of yesterday’s paperwork he began to wonder if it would be worth his honor to give one last effort at begging Ichimaru on hands and knees to end this silly contest. Although the thought at first sounded tempting, knowing his captain, he wouldn’t back down.

‘Which is exactly the problem. How am I supposed to do this when Ichimaru-taichou is just so…assertive….’ Kira thought not even looking at the pile of paperwork. He decided to forget about it, at least until lunch-time where maybe he could sneak off and eat alone to contemplate his next actions in trying to seduce Ichimaru.

But it wasn’t as simple as just putting those thoughts on the back burner. As Kira sat at his desk reading over endless field reports and other wastes of paper his thoughts continuous slipped back to his dreams from the morning, his now conscious mind filling in the details of a more benign image into a highly distracting one. He would guide his thoughts back to his papers, only to have it flit off in the opposite direction like a belligerent child.

‘It’s usually about now in the day that Ichimaru-taichou comes in and interrupts my paper work anyway.’ He thought glancing towards the door to his captain’s office which remained closed. He sighed, guess there wouldn’t be any distractions from the man himself today although the images in Kira’s head were distracting enough without the object of his affections even being directly present.

‘It would be just like yesterday,’ Kira thought. Ichimaru would saunter into his office soundlessly save the sharp snap of the sliding door being closed. Then there’d be a warm body sidled up beside him, pushing paperwork back to the desk breathing heated words into his exposed ear. Kira shivered lightly, the mental images enough to make him think it was real. If only he could be exactly like Ichimaru and just walk into the room and make his captain melt with his mere presence-

“Maybe it really is just that simple.” Kira muttered out loud, paper work utterly abandoned. What exactly was stopping him from marching right in their and just demanding to be touched in the manner Ichimaru seemed to do so effortlessly. Something about the thought of coming onto his captain in that way invigorated Kira like the answer had always been right in front of him, perfectly ready for the taking. He stood resolutely from his desk and walked over to the door.

‘Just like he would do it.’ Kira said gathering himself. In his mind he replaced the image of Ichimaru’s actions with himself trying to think of how Ichimaru had seduced him countless times.

The door slid open and Ichimaru was sitting at his desk, book in hand, clearly ignoring the large pile of paperwork on his desk. He looked up when he heard the door open to see Kira looking him straight in the face for once looking resolute. “Ya need somethin’, Izuru? Ya all done wit’ yer work already?” He drawled and Kira instantly looked away.

Kira had had every intention of marching right in their and demanding what he wanted. He had almost done it too. But when Ichimaru met his gaze steadily he had remembered why this was such a stupid idea.

‘Right, nerves, knew there was something I’d forgotten.’ He mentally chided himself for falling straight back into his usual routine. He tried to regain his composure, realizing then that Ichimaru had asked him a question. “No, it’s not done yet Taichou.” He answered honestly.

“Well ‘den whatcha doin’ in here?” Ichimaru asked, setting the book down on his desk and flashing Kira a smirkish grin.

Not answering Kira walked over, feet soundlessly padding on the tatami mats he stopped to the side of Ichimaru’s desk. ‘Just like he would do…’ Kira mentally encouraged himself.

“Somethin’ wrong Izuru-kun. Ya ain’t actin’ like yerself, not answerin’ an’ all…” Ichimaru turned slightly away from his desk to face Kira when he stood by the side of the desk. Kira fidgeted with his sleeve for a second before placing one hand shakily on the back of his captain’s chair, the other hesitantly glued to his side.

He leaned down, heartbeat racing and making his hangover induced headache a little worse, and he whispered into Ichimaru’s ear. “You left me yesterday.” He said lamely, the whole thing really sounded foreign to him.

“Oh?” Ichimaru said pushing his chair out away from his desk, away from Kira. Their faces were now a good few inches away, enough that when Ichimaru’s eyes slid partially open, Kira could see their crystalline blue color. “Were ya gonna do somethin’ ‘bout that?” He asked, feigning complete innocence, his tone deadly serious.

Kira swallowed hard, trying to withstand the fear that was now spreading through his body and collecting in the pit of his stomach. He stepped in front of Ichimaru, taking the space he had just vacated. “Maybe I am going to.” He said slowly, the hand on the back of the chair moving to brace Ichimaru’s shoulder. The older shinigami raised an eyebrow at him, interest clearly piqued at what exactly Kira thought he was going to do.

‘Just like he would do. Just like he would do. What would he do now?’ Kira repeated racking his brain for what to do now. Thought was failing him right now, so instead he decided to lean down, and shakily placed is lips over those of his captain. The kiss was far chaster than their usual kisses, perhaps because Kira wasn’t quite sure yet what he was doing. He applied more pressure, hand gripping Ichimaru’s shoulder a little more tightly. It was usually about now that Ichimaru would force his tongue into Kira’s mouth, hands roaming over his body but he wasn’t doing that. The white haired shinigami was just sitting there, as if evaluating Kira’s every move. This unnerved him so he pulled away, breaking the kiss.

Ichimaru chuckled lightly, a deeper reverberating sound that made Kira slightly afraid for his safety. “That all ya got, Izuru-kun?” He asked playfully. Kira’s brow furrowed in frustration and he leaned down again this time laying his lips on Ichimaru’s pale throat, like his captain always did to him. His hands roamed Ichimaru’s chest, boldly trying to push the captain’s haori from his shoulders and his robes along with it. He stopped when he felt the vibrations of Ichimaru’s chuckle.

“What is it, Taichou?” Kira asked cautiously pulling away. Ichimaru’s chuckles erupted into full out laughter. Kira was taken aback, actually taking a few steps back from his captain. He wasn’t sure he’d ever heard Ichimaru laugh full out like this.

“Jus’ wat is it yer tryin’ ta do Izuru?” He asked finally calming down.

Kira fidgeted with his sleeve, then the tie to his hakama. He wondered absent mindedly if maybe he undressed himself completely he could seduce Ichimaru that way. “I was…trying to seduce you…” He mumbled.

“Wha’ was that? Speak up a bit, Izuru-kun.” He sat back in his chair, kicking his feet up on the desk in an almost lazy position.

“I was trying to seduce you…like you told me to….” He added as an after note, still barely audible.

“And ya thought ya would jus’ waltz in ‘ere and do that now didja?”

“I was trying to do like you do…Ichimaru-taichou.” He said, a dark blush now covering his face in his embarrassment and humiliation.

Ichimaru sighed. He sat up, feet hitting the floor with a loud thunk. “Ya can’t do tha’ by jus’ following my orders or tryin’ ta be me.Ya should try thinkin’ of somethin’ on yer own. I’m tryin’ ta teach ya that fer yer own good, Izuru.”

“Yes, Ichimaru-taichou.” He answered meekly, feeling smaller and smaller the longer this conversation went on.

“Now dontcha have more paperwork ta be doin’?”

“Yes, Ichimaru-taichou.” He said softly, bowing low at the waist.

Ichimaru pushed his chair back in picking up his book again and searching for his page. “Yer sucha good boy, Izuru. I’m sure ya can show yerself out too.” He turned pages, finally settling on one, never looking up from his book.

“Yes, Taichou.” He said finally looking up and backing up, not turning around to show his back to his captain until he had opened and shut the door to his captain’s office again. He took a few steps into his office before collapsing to the floor in a tired pile of nerves, headache, and sexual inadequacy.

“I really am pathetic, aren’t I?” He muttered, one hand coming up to his face to comb through long blond bangs.

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Kira hadn’t really gotten very much work done by lunch time rolled around. Ichimaru hadn’t yet left his office all morning; Kira figured he was waiting him out since Ichimaru usually disappeared long before high noon. Kira decided he might as well go and get some lunch since there would be no facing his captain for the rest of the day. One disgrace a day was quite enough for him.

He had barely gotten within a hundred feet of the cafeteria area when Hinamori came bouncing up to him. “Kira-kun!” She called waving a hand high in the air to get his attention as she jogged towards him across the gravel common area. “How’ve you been?” She asked stopping in front of him abruptly like she had been thinking about hugging him but decided against it upon seeing his melancholy expression. “I haven’t seen you much other than the Vice-captain’s meetings lately. You always leave before I can say a word!”

“I’ve been really busy lately with work.” Kira explained lamely, forcing a light smile.

“That Taichou of yours been overworking you again?” Renji appeared seemingly out of nowhere, enunciating his question by smacking Kira hard on the back causing Kira to cough as the wind was forced out of him.

“Something like that…but it’s really not so bad.” Kira explained massaging his shoulder near where Renji had hit him.

“Well Hisagi-san invited me to go out drinking tonight if you’d like to come Kira,” Renji offered, “you can come too if you want Hinamori-kun.”

“No, that’s alright. Aizen-taichou said he had something he needed to talk to me about after work today. Plus you and Hisagi-san get awful strange when you’re drinking.” She explained, laughing a little when Renji sputtered at her answer. He indignantly refuted such claims.

“I shouldn’t either Abarai-san. Matsumoto-san and I were out late last night drinking so I really shouldn’t two nights in row.” He declined, altering the truth even though he and Matsumoto had really only been drinking until about five. Telling Renji he had then proceeded to go home and get more drunk with his captain, a man Renji already detested, was probably not the best of ideas.

“Bah! Don’t be such a lame ass, Kira!” He smacked Kira on the back again which started another coughing fit. “Dontcha know the best cure for a hangover is to drink more?” He joked laughing heartily, Kira politely chuckled.

“Abarai-kun, I’m not sure that’s very true…Unohana-taichou said-” Hinamori started to explain before out of the corner of her eye she saw Aizen passing by on the far side of the large open common grounds. “Oh! There’s Aizen-taichou, I had something I needed to ask him, I’ll be seeing you Kira-kun! Abarai-kun!” She said quickly while waving frantically, already breaking into a quick walk across the gravel plaza.

Kira and Renji stared for a minute at their friend’s hasty retreat. Kira cleared his throat. “I suppose I could come for a little while at least. I may not drink very much but the company would be nice.”

“That’s more like it!” Renji moved as if to hit his back again, but Kira quickly dodged this time. “Hm. Well, just come by Ninth Division a little later after work. We’re all meeting around there.”

Kira nodded his assent and then said goodbye to Renji, heading off to go get something to eat that he could take back to his office. He wasn’t exactly excited to go and drink with Renji and Hisagi and whoever else was showing up, but the prospect of spending the rest of the day in an office with his captain who was clearly done talking to him for the day didn’t sound very fun either. At least this way he could get his mind off of his problems and come up with something to do for tomorrow.

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The sun had set past the walls of Seireitei by the time Kira arrived in front of the Ninth Division. A few lower seats recognized him as he approached, ushering him into one of the common areas of the division where Renji, Hisagi, Mastumoto, and a few other people Kira did not recognize were already gathered. He greeted them all warmly, excited to drown the troubles of the day (and the week for that matter) in some much needed sake.

It wasn’t very long until nearly all of them were completely plastered. The lower seats who had accompanied Kira had passed out a while ago during the game of drinking strip poker Matsumoto had suggested. Now they were all lying around the room in various stages of comatose, throwing a large flask of sake to one another that surprisingly everyone was still managing to catch.

Among the drunken silence, Renji finally spoke up. “So what were ya so upset abou’ earlier Kira?” He slurred taking another sip of sake in the middle of his sentence. Kira sat across the room, propping himself up against a table. Next to him was Hisagi, collapsed on top of the table. It would’ve appeared that he was down for the count too but every once in a while he would sit up, down his cup, and then collapse onto the table again with a loud thunk.

Kira glanced over at Renji, eyes glazed over. He’d meant to not drink so much. But that hadn’t happened. “Oh I jus’ frustrated is all…” Kira said, mildly surprised in his drunken haze that his own speech was so impaired.

“What do ya mean ‘frustrated’?” Matsumoto chimed in. She was slouched against the wall, somewhere over by Renji, Kira thought, though at this point he wasn’t very sure.

“Well there’s this someone I like…” Kira began, trying to regain enough of his mental faculties to phrase this right so as not to give too much away. Hopefully they’d all be too drunk to remember the details of the conversation anyway in the morning. “But I can’t seem to be able to show them that I do.”

Surprisingly it was Hisagi who answered. “Ya should ‘rite em a ledder to tell em how ya feeeel” He mumbled into his arm. Kira asked him to repeat himself and the vice-captain reluctantly looked up, eyes out of focus and repeated what he’d said.

Had he been in a more clear state of mind, perhaps Kira wouldn’t have taken the advice of a completely wasted man with a ‘69’ tattooed to his face. However in his drunken state of mind, that seemed like a pretty good idea. “Yeah, I s’ppose I could try that.” His answer was accented by the resounding sound of Hisagi’s head hitting the table, this time truly out.

Matsumoto chose this time to attempt to stand up. The first attempt completely failed; fortunately her fall was broken by her chest. The second attempt, Renji was at her side, propping her up while the long haired woman clung desperately to the wall.

“I think I should help ‘er back to Tenth” Renji explained. Kira nodded, both men ignoring the drunken cries from Matsumoto that she was fine-why wouldn’t the room stop spinning??

“Then I sink I’ll head back az well” Kira said, using the table to steady himself as he stood. He swayed a little but didn’t fall.

“See ya tommora, eh?” Renji said, practically dragging Matsumoto while trying hard not to stare at the woman’s chest which was falling out of her robes even more than normal.

Kira nodded ducking out the door before them and stumbling out into the winding streets of Seireitei. He used the last of his strength to leap up on top one of the buildings, nearly falling off he clung to the tiles of some roof. It would be easier to find his way back being able to see the overall view. Of course it would also be easier to fall down and break something.

However he was determined to get back and go to sleep. Kira headed off, leaping from one roof to the next. After all, he had a letter to write in the morning.

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A/N: So that’s this chapter, sorry it took longer than I expected. I was super busy, but once I sat down to write it, it all came easy. Sorry if no one could understand “Drunkese” it’s got a dialect all its own. Have I said lately how much I love writing Ichimaru’s accent? God its fun watching him be so mean to lil’ Izuru….Why am I always so mean to the characters I love? Oh well, Kira will get what he wants eventually. Stay tuned for the next day! It’s sure to be even more ridiculous! Also, I like writing drunken Shinigami, can anyone tell?