The Broken Souls of the Seireitei

A/N: Good mid week, darlings. I will have the last filler (at this point anyway) posted soon. This one was longer than I thought, but I wanted to keep it all in this chapter. This has some plot development, so don't blink! You might miss it. Enjoy and thanks for reading.



Ukitake was pacing furiously around the courtyard. What was taking her so long? Unohana was known for punctuality; she should have arrived by now. His chest had a dull throb, and his skin was starting to get clammy. He sighed, hating that his body seemed to win over his mind and sat down on one of the wooden benches, bouncing his leg in anxiety.

“Jyuushiro? What’s wrong, is it your illness?” Unohana’s soft voice sounded strained, and upon looking at her, he could tell something was wrong. Ukitake stood and nodded at her, his silky white hair falling in his face.

“My illness is always bothering me. But what bothers me more is the stupid mistake I made, and the fact I need advice.” He paused and looked at her. She looked a bit shabby, which was very out of character for her. He thought maybe he had woken her up, but it was also out of character for her to be sleeping during the day.

“Were you taking a cat nap, perchance?” He asked, giving her a coy smile that wasn’t returned. The gave her another once over and frowned.

“Mayuri visited you today didn’t he?” Ukitake asked softly, receiving a harsh look from the healer captain.

“You said you needed advice. What is it about?” Unohana asked sharply, making Ukitake flinch. The not so subtle change in her personality signaled that she had indeed been paid a visit by the sicko captain, but he decided not to press further.

“Would you care to come for a walk with me? I just need a friend right now...and you look like maybe you do too.” His voice was pitiful, and Unohana sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“Of course.” She looped an arm through his and they walked through the courtyard together.

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“So what is it that is troubling you?” They had stopped by a grove of trees near one of the many training facilities, pleased to find it empty. Unohana had perched underneath a tree, leaning against the bark and sighing. Ukitake tentatively sat beside her, fingering a few blades of grass.

“I made a mistake. With Shunsui.”

Unohana laughed. “You have made several mistakes concerning yours and Shunsui’s relationship. Why should one more upset you so?”

Ukitake blushed scarlet and was unable to meet his friend’s eyes. “We were making love before the captains’ meeting, the one when we found out Kurotsuchi raped his lieutenant, and he said he loved me.”

Unohana nodded, cringing slightly at the mention of Mayuri’s name, but gesturing for him to continue. Ukitake sighed and looked up at some clouds passing by.

“Of course that wasn’t enough. Stupid ass me had to ask if he loved me more than…” He sighed again, his voice wavering. “…than Kurosaki.”

Unohana smirked. “I’ll assume you meant Isshin, not Ichigo. And what possessed you to say that?”

“What possessed Isshin to come back?” Ukitake turned to her and snapped, his reiatsu briefly flaring. Any lesser ranking official would have immediately gotten nauseated, but Unohana just glared at him.

“It is bad manners to answer a question with a question. Also, attempting to compress my lungs won’t help the situation. And to answer your question, I don’t know why Kurosaki-kun has come back. But he is here. So you and Shunsui have to deal with it. Perhaps not on a hands on basis, but he is here, and he is a captain.”

Ukitake sighed and angrily ripped an innocent blade of grass in half. “Shun-chan hasn’t spoken to me since I asked him that. I can’t say I blame him. It’s just…Isshin was my friend. My fucking friend, and he goes and sleeps with him like it was no big deal. I know I’m a lot to deal with, and my illness makes me weak, but did he have to go and do that? To me? To us?” By this time, Ukitake was crying softly, weeping into his hands. Few people he dared to cry in front of, only a few family members, Shunsui, and Unohana.

Unohana moved close enough to him to wrap an arm around him, lowering his head onto her lap. She rubbed his back and combed her fingers through his hair and cooed softly to him, trying to stop her own tears.

“Retsu-san…please tell me why you looked so sad earlier.”

Unohana laughed. “Misery loves company, doesn’t it?” The nod on her lap made her smile. “Mayuri did come to see me.” She felt Ukitake stiffen in her grasp, and was about to let him go when he grabbed her wrist.

“I’m not going to judge you.”

She nodded, her eyes becoming watery. “I’m glad for that, Jyuu-san. I think we have both judged ourselves and others too harshly as of recent. Mayuri knows I cannot love him the way he loves me, and yet in spite of that, I still love him anyway. Each time it’s worse and worse. I just wish he would leave me alone.” She brushed white strands from Ukitake’s brow and cradled his chin.

“How do you think they are doing?” His expressive brown eyes met hers, and she returned the look with confusion.

“Who, dear?”

Ukitake turned his head away and stared forward. “Them.”

“Oh. Better than we are, I’d suppose.”

“Do you miss them?”

Unohana sighed. “Each in their own way. Just like I miss Maki…Kirio…Hiyori…Yoruichi…Ginrei…Kaien.” The last name she said softly, hugging him gently at the mention of his deceased fukutaicho.

“I miss Lisa. She would always remind Shunsui and I how lucky we were to have each other. She would say that ours was the strongest love she had ever known, and that no one could ever come between us. Oh my Lisa…I’ve failed you,” Ukitake sobbed again, his tears soaking Unohana’s hakama.

Unohana shook her head. “Stop being so dramatic. And stop punishing yourself and Shunsui. What happened between him and Isshin meant nothing. I heard it from both parties. It was just something that happened, and neither of them are happy that it happened.”

Ukitake laughed, the sound of it ugly. “If that were true, then why did they sleep together for thirty more years before telling me?”

Unohana looked confused, and then frowned. “Oh Jyuushiro. Please don’t tell me your depth perception is so shallow. It only happened once. Did you ever catch them together during that time frame?”

“No.”

“Did you ever sense Isshin’s reiatsu on him?”

“Not in an intimate sense.”

“So why do you think that?”

“Why did he take so long to tell me?” Ukitake asked tightly, the pain in his chest increasing.

Unohana looked at the sky. “Neither of them wanted to hurt you. That’s all Jyuushiro. Let it go. Let it go and be with the person who loves you.”

“Why should I when you won’t?”

She looked down at Ukitake and met his stare, her tears falling on his face. “It’s not that I won’t. It’s that I can’t. I could never be to Mayuri what you are to Shunsui. Like Lisa said, yours and Shunsui’s is the strongest love I’ve ever known,” She whispered, bending to kiss him softly. She wiped her tears from his cheek and motioned for him to sit up.

“So what was the advice you wanted?”

Ukitake smiled and kissed her hand. “Thank you, Retsu. You are a beautiful, wonderful woman.” He held her face in his hands and kissed her cheeks, making her blush.

“Just be happy, Jyuushiro.” He nodded and stood, walking back toward the divisions. Unohana closed her eyes and leaned against the tree, feeling at peace for a few precious moments, happy to help her friend.

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Ichigo stared guiltily at his hands in his lap. Not only had he been accosted by his captain on his not so stealthy return to his division, he was made to feel awfully guilty that he had not visited any of his family members since he had been in the Seireitei, but had visited Byakuya numerous times. Toshiro had been practically ruthless in informing him of Karin’s trip to the medical ward, but had to hold his fukutaicho back from stepping on Omaeda’s face.

“Is she gonna be alright?” Ichigo asked for the seventh time, making Toshiro snap the pencil he was writing with.

“Why are you asking me? I’m not a fucking doctor! She’s probably dead right now! And you know what killed her? Not Omaeda’s gigantic body mashing hers, not the diseased blood transfusion she received from Iemura’s dirty unwashed heathen hands, no, none of that killed her. What killed her was your lack of concern, that’s what!” Toshiro was leaning over his desk in Ichigo’s direction, breathing hard.

Ichigo leaned away from the frothing young man, frowning.

“Iemura doesn’t wash his hands? That’s gross.”

Toshiro stood, throwing a stack of paper. He pointed at the door. “Get the hell out.”

Ichigo raised his hand. “But I thought-”

“I don’t give a fat baby’s ass what you thought! LEAVE!”

Ichigo gingerly ambled over to the door and opened it, pausing. “Would you like me to get you some ice water? You look heated,” He said, barely slipping out of the door and closing it before getting hit by the ink well that was crashed against the door.

Ichigo’s brow furrowed and he rubbed his hands together menacingly. “Cheat off my Biology test, eh? I’m gonna make your life hell!” He had nearly gone insane from having to beat chalk erasers together after getting caught ‘letting’ Toshiro and Renji cheat off his test. He chuckled to himself and walked out of the division to go to the 4th and check up on Karin and Yuzu, stopping to pick some flowers for them before walking away, whistling.

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“So what happened with you and Zaraki taicho?” Rukia asked, sipping at her tea. She, Matsumoto, Nanao, and Yumichika were all at the mess hall, enjoying a brief dinner.

Matsumoto smiled smugly and blew on her tea. “I don’t kiss and tell.”

“Bullshit, since when?” Yumichika asked, his bright eyes dancing mischievously.

“Since today,” Matsumoto said in a sing song voice, leaning back and stretching. She winced and popped her back, making Rukia smile devilishly.

“So did he put a hurtin’ on ya?” Rukia’s grin was a mile wide.

“They fucked at lunch time.”

“Yumichika!” Matsumoto’s voice was high pitched and chiding. He rolled his eyes. “Whatever honey, his reiatsu is leaking from you, in probably more than one place.”

Rukia’s eyes bulged out of her head. “Ew…So how was it?”

“Wonderful,” Yumi said giggling and sparkling. Nanao nudged him. “This is Rangiku’s story, not yours!” Yumi pouted and folded his arms.

“He is a good man. A great man. Really great,” Matsumoto said, her eyes shining. Rukia grinned and fanned herself with her hand. “How cute! I just knew he liked you. Especially since the party. He was cool with me and Momo fighting, but when it looked like she was going to try to hit you, he was like ‘fuck that’!”

They all laughed, remembering how Zaraki defended not only her, but Rukia also. They talked more about the party and other random things before quieting down as Hanataro walked up with an envelope in his hands.

“Good evening Matsumoto taicho, Ise fukutaicho, Ayesegawa fukutaicho, and Kuchiki fukutaicho.” He blushed after saying Rukia’s name, which made her smile more.

“Hello there, Taro-chan. What’s that in your hand?” Yumi practically cooed at the young man. His blush deepened and offered the letter to Nanao, who initially looked surprised, but then smiled at the contents.

“It’s a letter for Ise fukutaicho. Kurosaki fukutaicho came to my division to see his sister and asked me to come give that to you. He says you will know what it is and who it is from. I apologize for interrupting your dinner. Please excuse me,” Taro said, bowing slightly. He was stopped by a light touch on his forearm.

“Have you eaten yet, Taro-kun?” Rukia’s voice was soft, and the man could barely meet her gaze as he shook his head, his somewhat unruly hair falling in his eyes. Rukia gestured at the table. “We have plenty, and if you could stand Yumi’s mouth, then you are more than welcome to join us.”

Taro smiled and opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by something shiny whizzing past him, nearly knocking him over.

“Hey baby, what’s shakin?” Ikkaku asked, grabbing Rukia and placing a sloppy kiss on the side of her face.

“Ugh! Gross!” She exclaimed shoving him away and wiping off the side of her cheek. She wiped the moisture on her haori, then frowned, as she didn’t want to smell like Ikkaku’s slobber the rest of the day.

“Heh, whatever, ya know ya love me,” Ikkaku slurred, obviously already shitfaced drunk. Yumi glared at him and clicked his tongue with disapproval. “Whas’ wrong, Yumi-hime? Mad I got laced before you?” His words were choppy and sounded discorded. His laugh was so loud that Nanao actually turned her head away from him and covered her ears.

Taro moved away from the group in a vain attempt to leave without being noticed, but Ikkaku grabbed him in a very strong grip, nearly breaking the man’s wrist.

“Aye…Hana…Horo…what’s yer name again?”

“Hanataro.“ The anger in the man’s voice was barely contained.

“Well Han-not-toro,” Ikkaku said, purposely saying the man’s name wrong, “Why don’t you go to that ryoka joint you work at and bring me one of them burgers!” Ikkaku burst laughing, and to Taro’s chagrin, so did Yumichika.

“With cheese, right?” Yumi asked loudly, holding his stomach.

“Yeah, yeah!” Ikkaku shouted directly in Taro’s ear.

“Yeah…yeah, nah. You fail.” Yumi said, stopping his laughter short and glaring at Ikkaku. Ikkaku stopped laughing and glared back at his friend, the tension so thick it could be cut with the dullest of knives.

“Why you gotta be an asshole?” Ikkaku asked, nearly falling on Rukia. Yumi looked insulted.

“Me? You’re the granddaddy of all assholes!” Yumi shouted, shoving away from the table.

“Oh shit,” Nanao said, tucking her letter in her haori. Ikkaku rounded the table much quicker than anyone expected and got directly in Yumi’s face.

“Your mama is the granddaddy of all assholes!”

Yumi snorted. “At least she didn’t drop my bald ass off at the next turn.”

Ikkaku turned red. “Nah, she did you one better. She died because she couldn’t handle having a faggot for a son!”

Everyone in the room gasped, some because of Ikkaku’s comment, others from Yumi’s hand bouncing off Ikkaku’s cheek. Ikkaku’s hand flew to his face, covering the quickly reddening mark. Yumi pointed a perfectly filed fingernail in his friend’s face, tears quickly welling in his eyes.

“Never…never again in your rotten, worthless life EVER-”

“Yumi, honey, I’m sorry. Yumi! Yumi, please!” Ikkaku pleaded, trying to hold and keep the man from walking away. Yumi wrenched himself from Ikkaku‘s loose drunken grip and ran off, barely concealing the tears falling down his face. “Yumi! Yumichika!” Ikkaku yelled after his quickly departing friend. Completely disregarding Rukia and the others, he ran off, leaving Rukia to sigh with relief.

“I’m sorry he did that to you,” Rukia said in a low voice to Taro, whose eyes were as wide as teacups. He looked at her compassionately and patted her hand, which made her smile.

“He was drunk, I know Madarame fukutaicho isn’t normally like that.”

“You’re right. He doesn’t usually take low blows like that. I’d reckon,” Matsumoto said carefully, looking at Rukia, “That Shuuhei just used him as a punching bag recently.” Rukia shrugged.

“It’s called ‘displacement’. It’s a psychological term that signifies the shift of a particular emotion or thought from it’s original focus to another person, object, or situation. I’ve spent years trying to explain that to both Niisama and Ichigo, and neither of them understand. Or at least pretend they don’t.”

Taro nodded. “I appreciate the offer for dinner, but I have to watch Kurotsuchi fukutaicho tonight. She is healing well and I hope she will awaken soon. We had a scare the other night; her captain came by, but Soi Fon taicho beat him up and scared him off.”

Nanao placed a hand over her heart. “Gracious! Yamamoto is letting his guards get lax. If he isn’t going to punish him, he could at least keep the bastard away from her. Old fart,” Nanao muttered, making all of them chuckle.

Taro looked at Rukia again and smiled at her. “It was a pleasure seeing you, Kuchiki fukutaicho. Ladies, enjoy your evening.” He took her hand and held it in his for a moment and then gently placed it on the table. He did the same with Matsumoto and Nanao and then quietly and slowly walked away, as if he wanted to feel all their reiatsu for as long as possible.

“Are you happy with Ikkaku?” Matsumoto asked, staring at Rukia when Taro was a safe distance away. Rukia shrugged, her eyes downward cast. Then all of their eyes widened and heads raised when they heard a small voice in the distance.

“I’d make you happy, Rukia.“ They all whirled around to see Taro standing at the door with a small smile on his face. He had not spoken the words, rather transmitted them with his mind. Unfortunately, since he had not yet honed his telepathic power, instead of sending it just to Rukia, he sent it to all three of them; but it didn’t matter. The more on his side, the easier it would be to get Rukia away from Ikkaku. He stepped away from the doorframe, confidence making his steps lighter.

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Ichigo sighed at looked at Byakuya. Toshiro’s rant about him not visiting his family since he came to the Seireitei did strike a cord in him; as he was a good son and brother, and thought it selfish to devote all his spare time to Byakuya. He dreaded going to visit his father, and the bombardment of insane questions that would be asked of both of them. The idea to have Byakuya with him was to formally introduce him as his ‘boyfriend’ and for his father to perhaps give him some money, as he was flat broke and Kon managed to pour bleach on most of his clothes.

“Thanks for coming with, Byakuya. My father can be…eccentric at best.”

Byakuya chuckled and wrapped an arm around Ichigo. “I remember. He was always weird, but in a fun way. Not a Kurotsuchi insane way.”

Ichigo frowned. “You’d be surprised,” He mumbled, but then laughed at the frightened look his koi gave him. He groaned, realizing that they were practically in front of his father’s office door.

“Alright, it’s now or never,” Byakuya said, gesturing for Ichigo to go inside. The boy groaned again. “I choose never,” He said, earning a look of admonishment.

“ICHIGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Isshin bellowed, grabbing the boy and shaking him ruthlessly while holding him in a choking headlock. “You’ve been here for days and waited this long to come see Papa Smurf! Masaki…taught….you…..better?” Isshin was confused. Ichigo was standing in the doorway, flailing and pointing at something. So if Ichigo was over there…who was in his grasp?

He looked down.

Saw long black hair.

With a now broken Kenseikan in it.

“Oops,” Isshin said smugly, releasing Byakuya. The nobleman came up for air, his face and pupils red from lack of air. He straightened his haori, and both Ichigo and Isshin could feel waves of pure hatred waft from his reiatsu.

“Why in Kami-sama’s name would you EVER answer a door like that?! Do you usually attack your son upon seeing him?” Byakuya hissed tightly, one step away from the brink of insanity.

“Yes,” Ichigo and Isshin chorused. Byakuya’s lips thinned into an insolent line and sat in the nearest chair. He glared at the glass of water Ichigo poured and offered to him, and fought not to throw it in his face. The teen thought he was slick, pushing Byakuya forward to go in first, letting the wild animal that was his father attack him and wrinkle his captain’s haori. He would have to be punished later.

“Kuchiki-chan, I apologize. Your reiatsu felt like Ichigo’s. Only weaker.” Apparently not only was Isshin just plain stupid, he also had foot-in-mouth disease.

“Just stop talking,” Byakuya snapped, his head heavy from the sudden lack of and then rush of air. He leaned his head into his hand and snatched the glass of water Ichigo had tentatively offered again. Isshin fought not to laugh and turned his attention to his son.

“Not bad. That robe fits you nicely. But what is that?” Isshin asked, pointing at Ichigo’s neck.

“What?”

“That-that red thing. Come here, it looks like something bit you,” Isshin said aloud. Byakuya reddened, forgetting that he had nibbled on him not so gently only a few hours ago.

Ichigo obediently walked over to his father, yelping when the man snatched at his robe. Isshin examined the mark and grunted before shoving Ichigo away. “Have a seat,” He said, gesturing to the chair beside Byakuya.

Ichigo sat.

Isshin sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Ichigo, are you letting Byakuya have the sex in you?”

Ichigo was thrown. “The what? In me?”

Isshin’s eyes went wide. “The sexssssss,” He whispered in a hiss, his eyes widening.

Ichigo gulped and looked at Byakuya, who shrugged and raised his hands in indifference. He was grown. He was allowed to have ‘the sex in Ichigo’ and to whomever else the notion took him to.

Isshin looked at both men and shook his head. “Are you sleeping with my son, Byakuya?”

Byakuya met Isshin’s glare. “I don’t owe you an answer, but I’ll indulge you. Yes, I sleep with your son. After I fuck him.”

Ichigo covered his own mouth in mortification. Isshin glared at Byakuya and then burst into laughter. “Ginrei-sama would be proud of you, Bya-chan. And here I bet you thought you had that world famous temper of yours on ice. Hmmm…yes, I like you being with Ichigo. I approve.” Isshin folded his arms and smiled, nodding. Ichigo released a trapped breath. He could tell Byakuya was starting to get antsy. To his surprise, Byakuya returned the smile to Isshin.

“Thank you, Kurosaki-sama. I’m glad you feel I am a good choice for your son.”

Ichigo frowned. “You make it sound like you are a fuel efficient car that doesn’t dent easily,” He complained, rolling his eyes. Reflexively, Byakuya reached out and rubbed the back of the boy’s scalp, making him relax instantly.

“You two love each other,” Isshin audibly observed.

“Yes,” both men answered in unison. Isshin sighed. “That’s adorable. It reminds me of…” He trailed off and looked sad for a moment. Ichigo looked sympathetic and reached across his desk for his hand.

“You and Mom?” He asked, nothing but youth and innocence in his bright brown eyes. Isshin felt a lump in his throat and nodded, looking away quickly, not having the heart to correct his son. Byakuya noticed the change in his reiatsu and cleared his throat, standing.

“Thank you for your hospitality, Kurosaki-sama, but I have paperwork to attend to, and Ichigo has already been reprimanded by Hitsugaya taicho for escaping his division earlier today. Please excuse me, and also feel free to come to my estate to converse again in the near future.” Byakuya bowed and gave Ichigo a glance that plainly said ‘take all the time you need, I’ll be waiting’ and quietly left the room.

“Dad…are you alright?” Ichigo asked, finally noticing the change in his father’s mood. Isshin looked at him and swallowed before clearing his throat.

“Yes, of course. I’m alright. C’mere, Butthead,” He said, ruffling Ichigo’s hair. He managed to irritate the boy enough so that he would leave, and once Ichigo had closed the door, Isshin grabbed his haori over his heart, balling the material in his hand and closing his eyes.

“My love…how I miss you so,” He whispered in the empty office. He opened a desk drawer and opened a locket with a picture of himself and said love, cuddling together at the lake.

“Ryuuken…will you hate me when you find out I came back?” A tear splashed onto the locket before it was safely tucked away again. Isshin sighed and stood to leave his office, turning off all the lights and locking all the doors in his division. He needed a cigarette, badly.

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Jyuushiro was more than winded from his walk. He had seen many sights on his jog from seeing Unohana; he had seen Hanataro’s smile, Ichigo and Byakuya’s parting kiss, and Ikkaku trying to console an inconsolable Yumichika. He had barely paid them no attention, as he only had one destination in mind: Shunsui. He reached the 8th division, panting wildly.

“Ukitake taicho? Are you alright?” Nanao asked, immediately sensing him and coming to assist him onto the porch.

“Lisa…I mean Nanao-chan. I apologize; Lisa was on my mind recently.” Her smile meant that she forgave him for the misnomer and she gently guided him into Shunsui’s home, seating him in the parlor. She fetched him a cool drink and a damp cloth to wipe his brow, nodding at his thanks.

“Is Shunsui here? I need to talk to him,” Ukitake explained. Nanao’s eyes darkened.

“It isn’t my business-”

“You’re right. It’s not,” Ukitake said evenly, cutting her off. Nanao raised an eyebrow, but did not challenge him. She turned and went to retrieve her captain, and after informing him of his guest, she left the house, not coming back to tell Ukitake good night.

“Yare, yare. Fancy meeting you here,” Shunsui drawled, his strong jaw set in a wary line. Ukitake stood, walking over to him. It didn’t escape him that Shunsui had backed up a few steps, determined to keep the distance between them.

“Koi-chan. I’m sorry.”

Shunsui waved his hand. “Forget about the other day. I’m not that fragile, Jyuu-chan. I just needed a few days to lick my wounds.”

“No,” Ukitake said, reaching out for his lover’s hands. “I’m sorry. For then. For fifty years ago. For twenty years ago. For nineteen years ago. For eighteen years ago. For seventeen years ago. For sixteen years ago. For…for,” Ukitake took a wavering breath, tears threatening to fall. “For fifteen years ago. For all the years I hurt you thinking that you were hurting me too. I’m sorry, Shunsui. Please, please forgive me,” Ukitake whispered, throwing his arms around him.

Shunsui was stricken. He felt scorching hot tears fill his eyes as he embraced his lover, his eyes fluttering when he felt Ukitake sob against him. He had lost so much. They both had. All the years they spent not trusting each other and pretending that all was well when it wasn’t seemed to melt away as they held each other in the parlor, crying in each other’s arms.

It was beautiful.

“You are the only one. The only one I ever loved,” Shunsui whispered, holding Ukitake’s face in his hands. He leaned in and kissed him passionately, both of them moaning when their tongues touched. Ukitake kissed Shunsui’s mouth, then moved to his neck, pulling at his clothing. He pushed him up against a wall in the hallway, stripping both of them, knocking over vases and other knickknacks on their way to his bedroom. Once all clothing had been shed, Ukitake brought his hand to Shunsui’s crotch, closing his eyes at the feeling of the engorged member in his hand.

He knelt down and tasted the pearl at the slit, making his lover moan throatily. He licked the head, smiling at the sounds Shunsui made. His mouth moved expertly over every curve and vein of that cock, slowly driving his lover mad. His tongue probed the underside, hitting that sweet spot on the underside of the head, yes, there, making Shunsui’s cries get strangled in his throat. Ukitake felt fingers in his hair, softly tugging the strands as he bobbed his head, precum slowly filling and slipping out of his mouth. The stickiness was insistent on staying on his mouth, no matter how often he licked his lips. He looked into Shunsui’s eyes and deep throated him, letting the sensitive head bump against his throat just the way his lover liked.

“Mmmm…yes, Jyuu-chan, just like that,” Shunsui purred, thrusting gently into the mouth. He loved how Ukitake moved his head back and forth with the thrusts, changing the angles of his mouth so that the his cock scraped against his teeth periodically. Ukitake took the cock out of his mouth and ran the head over his lips and smacked the thickness on his face before placing it back in his mouth. There were a few streaks of precum on his cheek, and Shunsui couldn’t help but rub his finger across them, liking the way his seed felt on his lover’s skin.

Ukitake removed his mouth and placed a kiss on the tip before giving Shunsui a gentle push. “Lay down,” He whispered seductively, making the brown haired man’s cock twitch in anticipation. Once his koi was comfortably laid back, Ukitake lowered himself onto him, hissing at the lack of preparation to his ass. It was alright, he wanted the brief pain. He deserved it. It wasn’t a completely dry entry, as Shunsui was fairly slick from the large amount of saliva that had been left on him, but it was a little dry and it seemed to tug when he was inside.

“Are you alright?” Shunsui asked, always the dutiful lover. Ukitake shivered and nodded, bending down to kiss him deeply. Shunsui rolled them over and caressed long muscular legs. After kissing and loving on them, he placed them on his shoulders and looked into his lover’s eyes for the green light. Soft brown eyes sparkled and the head nodded, letting him know to move. Shunsui began to thrust his hips, slowly, letting his length ebb and flow like a leisurely tide, loving to watch Ukitake bite his bottom lip to suppress his moans.

“Who do you love?” Shunsui asked, his thrusts maddeningly slow.

“You,” Ukitake breathed, his nipples painfully hard.

“What’s my name?” Shunsui gently asked, licking one of the said nipples.

“Nugh! Shunsui! My Shunsui!” Ukitake nearly screamed, almost hating him for licking his nipple and hitting his prostrate at the same time. Shunsui chuckled and continued to thrust slowly, placing kisses over as much of Ukitake’s body as he could reach.

“Please, please go faster. I want to feel you cum inside of me,” Ukitake begged, leaning up to claim the warm lips that were constantly driving him insane.

Shunsui smiled in their kiss and sped up his thrusts a little bit, placing his fingers into Ukitake’s mouth and directing him to suck. Once the fingers had been sufficiently coated, he grasped his lover’s cock, pumping it in time with his thrusts.

“Shunsui, yes! Yes!” Ukitake sang, laughing richly. He arched his back taut and flexed his anal muscles, sending both of them over the edge. Shunsui came, filling him up while Ukitake came on the other man’s hand and his own stomach, his cum pooling in his bellybutton. They both panted, trying to regain their breath as Shunsui pulled out of him and lay beside him, cradling him carefully.

“How is your breathing? Do you need a heated towel or anything?” Shunsui asked, looking at Ukitake’s face for any sign of medical distress.

Ukitake smiled. “Actually no. I haven’t breathed this easy in years.” Shunsui grinned and kissed him on the temple and snuggled in close, also breathing easier than he had in years.



A/N: It took me about 20 minutes to think of the name for this chapter. I don't know if I like it, but it's better than 'Granny Panties and Beans' which was dangerously close to being the title. (lol) Who wants some delicious oreo cake that I made?