a cure

By: deepikasd

folder Bleach › AU - Alternate Universe

Rating: Adult +

Chapters: 4

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Category: Bleach › AU - Alternate Universe

Rating: Adult +

Chapters: 4

Views: 1,476

Reviews: 0

Recommended: 0

Currently Reading: 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or its characters. I'm not making money from this story.

chapter 1

CONTENT CODES:

SoloM (male masturbation)

Fingering (of anus)

Anal (penetration by finger)

Voy (voyeurism)

NOTES:

Full names are written in the Western way instead of the Japanese way. However, the characters are usually referred to by their last name.

The following chapter is narrated by Jushirō (or if you prefer it Jushirou) Ukitake.

The following story takes place after the Aizen arc finishes but might not take into account any following story arcs.

Chapter 1

It’s been over a year since Sōsuke Aizen’s betrayal. That winter, we from Soul Society and our human friends from Karakura Town met the traitors and somehow won. The aftermath was gruesome and tiring to clean up. It ended with Ichigo Kurosaki beating Aizen and with me almost dying from a surprise attack. But that was over a year ago. Aizen is still alive, though he is being punished and restrained. And Ichigo has lost his shinigami powers.

But life has continued.

Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto, the general commander of the 13 Divisions, is still alive and kicking. Even with only one arm, he manages to instill fear into the hearts of all (even though most of the recent fear is due to the rumors going around). Apparently, Chōjirō Sasakibe happened to mention to his captain that some of the shinigami were calling the captain old. General Yamamoto was then seen chasing the unlucky shinigami around Seireitei; rumor now has it that these unlucky shinigami are now apparently missing. And while General Yamamoto believes that the rumors will finally stop, Chōjirō is starting to believe that his captain has lost it.

Soifon seems to be happy most of the time, though she continues to disappear frequently. And though few question what she does during those moments, fewer question the appearance of black cat hair on her uniform.

The 3^rd Division is back under the leadership of Rōjurō Ōtoribashi. Though Izuru Kira is still a bit saddened by Gin Ichimaru’s betrayal, he seems to be starting to let go. He is frequently seen with Rangiku Matsumoto and Shuhei Hisagi.

Retsu Unohana is still running the 4^th Division. Though she appears so kind and quiet, lately it seems that whenever she appears, a wave of intense fear and quietness falls onto her patients. Surprisingly, her daily visitors from the 11^th Divisions (due to all the fights they get into with one another) seem more demure in her presence, almost as if their captain has told them to behave; though if that is true, I wonder if she knows a secret that she is using to blackmail him. Her lieutenant, Isane Kotetsu, is working hard as always and seems to be taking over most of the Division’s duties. The third seat, Yasochika Iemura, had been trying to win over his captain’s favor, but recently seems to be avoiding her; it is to be noted that Unohana once muttered something about bothersome diaries. And let's not forget about Hanatarō Yamada. The boy still surprises everyone with his growing powers; it is rumored that if the lieutenant and third seat don’t watch out, he might take their place real soon.

Since Aizen’s betrayal, the 5^th Division has never been the same. Though the vacant captain’s position has been filled by Shinji Hirako, Momo Hinamori is still a bit in shock. Some say that she has been diagnosed with temporary insanity. The truth that nags everyone is the fact that Aizen is still alive; it is this horrid truth that hangs over the young lieutenant.

The 6^th Division’s noble heir, Byakuya Kuchiki, is now known for his deepening relationship with his lieutenant, Renji Abarai. After all that they’ve gone through the past couple of years, the two seem to have come to some sort of agreement. There was a rumor that they share more than just paperwork, but of course that rumor ended with several stares from the cold captain. Abarai is also rumored to be sharing a bed with a smaller woman; these rumors say that she belongs to the 13^th Division. Though I’ve expressed my desire to check into the matter, my drinking companion promptly hit me on the head, while muttering something about letting love run its course.

The 7^th Division is doing well or at least better each day. Saijin Komamura still mourns the loss of his best friend. It is rumored that the fox captain visits a special grave each day to commemorate his loss. During the battle surrounding Karakura Town, Tetsuzaemon Iba developed a stomach ulcer that seems to have worsened. During his check-up, Unohana is rumored to calmly have muttered something about worms eating him from the inside out in a voice that normal people would use to describe how beautiful the sky looked like. Iba had then been seen fleeing to hide in the 7^th Division’s barracks. I can’t say that I blame him.

Shunsui Kyoraku, my dearest friend, is still up to his old antics. Though surprisingly, I feel that he seems to be settling down. He is still after his “beloved Nanao Ise” who is still putting up with him. Recently, he has discovered a new variety of sake from the human world and unfortunately is using me as a guinea pig.

After Kaname Tōsen’s death, Kensei Muguruma has taken over his former position. And while most of the division is adjusting to their new captain, Hisagi seems to be happy that the Kensei is in charge. The members are still hard at work publishing the many magazines and books. On a side note, I must remember to hand in the new chapter to my novel for publication.

The 10^th Division office has been surprisingly busy. My fellow Shiro-chan is still dealing with Hinamori’s depression (and with Kira who seems to have a crush on his fellow lieutenant). And then there is Matsumoto. Something seems to have changed in her since Ichimaru’s death (though none of us are trying to find out). She still puts on a brave face and is seen usually in the company of Kira and Hisagi. Unfortunately, I believe that this puts stress on little Shiro-chan. I must remember to give him some candy from my secret stash to comfort him.

Kenpachi Zaraki is rumored to be searching for a mother for his lieutenant, Yachiru Kusajishi. I really pity the woman he picks. Rumor has it that his list of candidates does in fact include a certain Retsu Unohana. But then again, most rumors are just lies. I pray that this one turns out to be a lie, at least for the life of whatever poor soul decided that it would be funny to spread around. Recently, Zaraki was severely reprimanded after Kusajishi had gotten them lost on their way to a captain’s meeting. They had been 7 hours late; Zaraki confessed that they had been traveling for 11 hours. The leader of the Shinigami Research Bureau offered to make him a digital map and was calmly pushed into the wall with a rugged blade pressed against his throat. Zaraki then told the man to talk to his lieutenant about it; at that point, the mad scientist decided to drop the subject instead of facing the pink-haired monster. I for one, do not understand why anyone would be afraid of her, after all she does bring me candy and such.

Ikkaku Madarame was kindly asked to become a captain. He kindly refused. He was then kindly asked to transfer. He kindly refused. When he was kindly asked to resign, he kindly directed them to his captain. When questioned, Zaraki kindly explained that Madarame would comply with one of the former requests once the 3^rd seat managed to beat him. Also, if Madarame was forced to comply with any of the requests, as captain, he would kindly chop their heads off. The matter was kindly dropped. Yumichika Ayasegawa has “re-discovered” beauty. After a recent visit to the human world, he was seen carrying several bags to his barracks with Madarame who was complaining about makeup being for girls. Lately, I’ve noticed that Ayasegawa seems to be swaying his hips from side to side. I’ve begun to wonder if the 5^th seat is really a guy.

The Shinigami Research Bureau is still researching hollows and inventing new gadgets and gizmos. Mayuri Kurotsuchi is rumored to be working on a device to kill hollows without shinigami being there to activate it. As a result, Nemu Kurotsuchi has been seen trying to wean information from her fellow shinigami about hollows, while assistants Hiyosu, Akon, and Rin have been digging up information in every archive in Soul Society.

My Division is still filled with fun and happiness. My two darling 3^rd seats still continually fuss and argue over me. Kiyone Kotetsu and Sentaro Kotsubaki continually entertain me with their competitive spirit; though it seems that they almost live with me with the amount of fussing they do over me. I find it hard to find time for myself anymore. On the other hand, Rukia Kuchiki is doing very well. Apart from the supposed not-so-apparent blush she has recently obtained, she has taken over the vacant lieutenant’s seat. Her lively spirit has brought the 13^th Division around, almost completely banishing any sadness floating around. She is very active, and I feel as if she has taken over running the Division.

And then there is me. After my near-death experience (again), I was ordered by a certain shinigami to get my disease treated. A threat then followed saying that if I was not diligent in my search for a cure, I would be dragged to the human world to be treated. Upon seeing my apparent delight at the idea, I was then told that if I could not get my disease cured in Soul Society, something terrible would happen. Before I could ask what could be so terrible, the dangerous glint in the eyes of my companion compelled me to find a cure.

Unfortunately, there has been a rash of hollow attacks in the surrounding districts of Seireitei. Due to this, Unohana has been too busy to help me find a cure. However, she did give me a slip of paper before having to rush off to cure more people. I took the paper believing that if this treatment didn’t work, I would be in trouble. You can imagine my surprise and the amount of blushing I did when I actually read the paper. When I questioned her later about its effectiveness, she said something about endurance before rushing off again.

And so here I am, back in my quarters. Sighing, my body sinks slowly onto the futon resting against the wall. I cannot help but wonder what my lover will say when learning the nature of the treatment.

Sex therapy.

I’m supposed to have sex to build up my endurance. (And somehow this is supposed to cure me.) Very original. Has it really come down to this? But then again, beggars can’t be choosers.

Closing my eyes, I try to relax by remembering the last words whispered in my ears as my right hand absently traces its way into the folds of my gray yukata. Something about a reward? I doubt that my lover would reward me that much, though I could finally reveal our relationship saying that that person is my medicine.

I sigh again remembering how my two third seats always (unknowingly to them) chase my bed partner away when they spend all their time barging in to serve my every whim. Unfortunately, though I manage to find things for them to do, I really wish they would leave me alone, especially since my real desire consists of me ravishing and enjoying a certain body next to my own.

A slight moan escapes my parted lips.

It really is a gorgeous body, slender with all the right curves in all the right places. Recently, it seems that all it took was me hearing that sweet voice moaning out my name to cum. Unfortunately, that voice belongs to somebody who was currently stationed far away from me.

Darn it.

I try to imagine the soft feel of lips on my velvet pale skin; at least I was told it felt like velvet. My fingers trail upwards tracing the outline of my smooth stomach through the thin fabric of the yukata. As the tips of my nails lightly brush touch my exposed skin, a finger from my left hand gently traces the outline of my bottom lip.

Another moan escapes. I quietly and fervently hope that no one barges in as I slide the thin finger into my mouth, letting my tongue touch it. The sensation of my saliva against my skin quickens my breathing as my tongue gently rolls around my finger, playing with it slowly and sensually.

My other hand manages to work its way up and down my abdomen, slowly loosening the folds of the yukata and unraveling the thin obi. The cloth gives way as the yukata opens up revealing my pale skin to the air.

Though the air is not cold, it feels cool against my warm skin. My half aroused pink nipples quickly harden. I let out a slight moan that slides past my finger. I slowly begin to suck my finger, trying not to bite it in my quickening arousal.

With the fingers of my free hand, I start to slowly pinch my skin softly, mimicking tiny bites. I make sure not to go anywhere near my nipples as the fingers make their way down to my hips. I trace the curve of my stomach downwards until I feel my pubic hair, or at least where my public hair would have been. It had been shaved off recently. My lover had claimed that it would make sex feel better; it did. I briefly remember that sweet voice once asking me why my eyebrows were the only hair left black; I still do not have an answer to that question. Now as my fingers lightly touched the skin there, I open my eyes. There in front of me is my erection, pulsating and twitching, the tip drenched with pre-cum. I realize that I will soon cum even though I have not even touched my real erogenous zones.

I release the finger in my mouth. I slowly let the saliva-covered finger slide out of my mouth and down my chin and neck towards my chest; it leaves behind a trail of saliva. As my fingers lightly brush against the head of my throbbing erection, the wet finger reaches my right nipple and touches it. Moaning loudly at the ecstasy filling my body, I quiver in excitement of what is about to happened; so lost in this feeling am I that I have to remind myself to breathe.

My nipple is so sensitive. I have to confess that there was a time that my lover only sucked on my two sensitive nubs. During that session, I came. It was strangely weird and yet pleasantly wonderful. It was a feeling I will never forget, cumming without having one’s penis touched. Even now as my wet finger flicks back and forth across my hardened right nipple, I feel that if I don’t control myself I will cum. I pinch the delicate spot, twisting the nub in hopes of quelling my desire a bit. I fail. This action only ends up exciting me even more, making my erection throb and want for more.

The head of my penis is covered with large drops of pre-cum. I lick my top lip as I slowly rub with my right index finger a light circle in the wetness gathered at the tip. As it then strokes the bottom of the glans, I involuntarily buck at the sensation while a particularly loud moan manages to escape past my parted lips.

I then curve my hand around my erection; the soft skin of my palms forcing me to roll my eyes towards the back of my head for a moment. Holding my throbbing cock, I try to slow my breathing; I know that I am so close to the edge but can’t help but want to draw out extend my pleasure.

After a few moments, I begin to gently pump my hand around my thick cock, each stroke sending shivers down my spine. Pinching my nipple even harder, I open my eyes only to glance downwards. The sight of my pale skin moving in my hand is enough to send me over the edge.

I realize that I need to control my pleasure or else I will soon be finished. I scoot backwards onto the futon, my back finding the wall. Spreading my legs open as far as possible, I try not to buck into my hand. Groaning at the image of my body before me, I move my left hand away from my hardened nipple and instead cup my balls with it. I slowly begin to massage the twin orbs beneath my pumping member. Biting my bottom lip, I resist the urge to start thrashing around in pleasure and decide that staying clam would help me last longer.

And so I continue by pumping my cock slowly as I massage my balls. Every so often a gasp or moan passes my lips. Each time getting louder, each time getter closer to each other. I use my pre-cum as lubricant as I stroke myself, a part of me getting off from having my pre-cum rubbed against my cock.

However, though I’m turned on and excited, a part of me wants more. And then suddenly, an idea hits me.

I release my right hand from its slow pumping of my hardened cock. My pre-cum is still dripping from my aroused tip.

I roll over onto my left side as my left hand pulls my balls upwards and away from my puckered hole. It is already quivering in anticipation. My right hand is wet with pre-cum, but I still gather a load of spit in my mouth and quickly let it spill into my already wet hand to coat my fingers more.

Bending my right knee so that it faces upwards, I slide my dripping hand around my back. My wet searching fingers feel cold as they reach out and touch my puckered hole. A loud moan escapes.

“Shit,” I loudly whisper, realizing that if I don’t control my excitement I will cum before I even begin.

I start to moan softly as my wet index finger starts to massage my little hole. I bite my bottom lip as I start to push the finger into my puckered hole. My body betrays me as it sucks my finger in. I push my finger in up to the first knuckle, stopping before I lose control.

After calming myself down by breathing in and out, I then start to thrust my finger in and out; each thrust pushes my finger further into my hole. I continue this way for a bit before pulling the finger almost all the way out. But this time when I push it back in again, it is joined by my middle finger.

My mouth opens as I start to drool at the thickness that is invading my ass. I continue to thrust the two wet fingers in and out of my puckered hole. I can barely contain myself with the thickness of the two fingers invading that private place. In my hot hole, I can feel the wetness that surrounds my fingers. The thought of my pre-cum rubbing against the walls of my ass is starting to push me over the edge. I stop and try to slow down my breathing.

Somehow I manage to calm down.

And then I start again, thrusting slowly but deeper and harder into myself. The pleasure of my fingers filling my hole is all I need.

But then I feel it. In my random thrusting, I manage to hit that sweet nub deep within me that will bring my downfall. I stop gasping in the ensuing pleasure. My ass clenches around my fingers while begging for more. I try not to orgasm just yet; I want to see how long I can last while brutally assaulting that spot.

My left hand wraps around my erection; not to tight, but grasping it barely. I start to buck into my hand, pushing my erection through my fingers. Each buck is followed by my body thrusting itself back onto my two fingers so that they can hit that sweet spot over and over again. By now the moans streaming from my drooling mouth are unnoticed by me in this pure agony of joy.

By now my tight puckered hole has been loosened enough to admit another finger. I slide in a third finger and find myself send over the edge by the feeling of getting filled. As I hit my prostate, cum spews from the slit of my cock as the beginning of a mind-shattering orgasm takes control of me. A tingling sensation spreads quickly all over my body as white liquid covers my chest and fingers. One lucky spurt actually manages to hit my cheek.

I am so engrossed in the feeling of cumming that I fail to notice the visible shadow in the window peering in at me or the raised eyebrow of another figure further away.

After I have finished squirting and my high has ended, my fingers slowly slide out of me. I am spent. A part of my brain is telling me to clean up, but the bed beneath me is so soft and inviting. Giving in, I curl up into a ball as I wonder what my lover is doing as I drift off into sleep.

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