Straitjacket Feeling

A/N: I apologize for the waiting period there, I'm having to retake that class where my computer fucked me over but I am doing better this time; final presentations are next week so I gotta finish up a lot of shit by then, but I'm ahead of the game for now. As it turns out, I wasn't really working on the chapter for a bit so I lost the direction I was going in but got flooded by ideas for future chapters. And it was a cruel fate to realize I couldn't type to them just yet- although I did write down the central ideas of most of them, just gotta find a place to put them.

"What is it?" she questioned the moment they had some form of solitude in her bedroom. "Why are you acting like this...? Did something happen?"

A quiet sigh escaped him at the trio of questions as one hand moved to push her bedroom door closed behind him; his other hand pushed up briefly on his glasses and pinched at the space between his eyes. "He... had his hands on you."

She watched him carefully as he slowly answered for her; watching as his fingers were slow to drop before they moved to push up on his glasses next. "Is that it?"

"That's a very serious matter to me."

"I know, I understand but... I thought it was something else, that's all."

"What else could it possibly be?" he asked; watching as those green eyes of hers only merely settled on his own as though unsure of where else to go. It was only then that a brief topic seemed to answer him and bring a light shake to his head. He made careful steps to bring the space between them to a close before he made sure that her body fit perfectly in against him. "As far as I'm concerned, there's little chance you could do something to anger me. If there was any way... it's in a method that I can't entirely think of right now. It wouldn't matter anyways because the feeling would be disregarded in an instant."

It was a difficult pick to try and figure out which one was more comforting; his voice or the warmth that came from his body against her own. Pressing her hands against his chest, she allowed for herself to nestle into him and feel the way his arms tightened just ever so slightly. "You consider him your enemy again, don't you?"

"There wasn't a time where he wasn't my enemy; technically, I consider most people as an enemy- with a limited exception for a few."

"That's just like you, isn't it?"

"Well, what else is there to expect?"

A light shrug moved from her shoulders before she felt the gentle way he lifted her up into his arms; holding her in against his chest. "I don't know, I guess I assumed there was a chance you would... loosen your standards with the ongoing situation."

"No one's touching you. That's the end of it." he remarked as he carried her over to her bed on the other end of the room. "And I don't really have regards for who the person may be, status-wise or even popularity so. If someone even shows the thought process of laying a finger on you, I'll make sure they think otherwise."

"What would you even do?"

"Whatever I had to."

The mattress squeaked slightly underneath her weight when he set her down; his hands moving to smooth out her uniform before fingertips pushed aside her dark bangs. The warmth of his hands cupping her cheeks was met with her fingers moving between the empty spaces of his own before he leaned in towards her. It was the faint brush of his lips against her own that eventually melted away all the earlier doubts that had forced out her weaker attributes; she never found herself second guessing things but... as of lately, with the presence of more people joining in on the project, she wasn't feeling herself. She wanted to blame it on the unbalanced blend of chemicals and her hormones having fun with the situation but... she wasn't sure if that was the rightful place to put the blame. The bedding underneath made a louder protest as she felt his body eventually move over her own with careful ease. Her hands slowly moving to greet the flat of his chest as she tangled her fingers in the loose material of his shirt; tugging him in closer to her.

"If it's any comfort... I don't find anyone else's hands to be as satisfying as yours are." she whispered; feeling the soft movement of her lips moving against his own as she spoke; the quiet articulation of every word brought another brush of conflict between them.

"I'd say the same for you but you get a little stingy sometimes with them." he remarked.

Fingertips moved to brush aside his loose strands before they lightly tucked themselves into his thick locks. "Between the guests, the occasional testing and the bouts of exhaustion, we haven't gotten the chance to keep a consistent touch between us."

"But I will admit, I do love the short chances we do get and readily take advantage of."

"You mean like this one?"

A loose chuckle escaped him as he pressed forward to seal the space between them; only lightly locking lips with her for a brief passage of time. "Only if you'll have me."

"Since when have I ever rejected you?"

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"He is a strange man, isn't he?" Ukitake remarked as he took a seat in one of the offered chairs that littered the opening lobby of the Division. He watched as the black-haired Captain took a seat across from him and made herself comfortable. "Although I suppose after everything he's gone through, it shouldn't be a surprise that he does hold some grudges against our kind. I do wish he would have kept some of those details to himself though... I don't need something else to keep me awake at night."

Chuckling lightly to herself, Unohana watched as the other Captain only shook his head with his words and grimaced at whatever past conversations he had had. "He's usually quite the other way around me; I suppose he just has to get used to you."

"Or perhaps I should be a female instead, at least that way he wouldn't seem so... threatened by my presence."

"Don't worry, just give it time."

"Seeing as you've been around a lot longer than I have, I'm going to take your word for it." he replied; turning his attention away from the woman for a moment as another noise distracted him momentarily. He watched as the Fourth Lieutenant appeared once more with the other Twelfth officer right behind her. "Ahh, here comes the rest of the entertainment for our evening."

"Oh Ukitake." Unohana chuckled lightly.

"I see you two haven't moved." Isane remarked as she walked closer to the two. "Did the other two leave?"

"Yes, Lieutenant Kurotsuchi excused the both of them a few moments ago; I suppose there's something they wanted to discuss with one another."

It took her a moment to try and not to laugh as she only nodded with her Captain's words; if anything, the two were probably hoping to get some alone time with one another. Well, in truth they could've just been wanting to talk but... from her past experiences with walking in on the two of them, they were probably getting naked. There was no other way to put it. "I see, well uh... I'll probably drop in and see how they are in like three hours."

"Three hours?" Ukitake repeated before it seemed like he caught on to her remark. "Oh yes... uh, that does sound like a good waiting period."

"Now that we're all here, I suppose we discuss a few matters in their entirety." Unohana started before she ushered the two to join them. She waited for them to pull together a few seats and get rightfully comfortable before she resumed the topic at hand. "Alright, so as I was told before, the last of the 'subjects' finally came back positive. Where does that put us?"

"Right on track." Akon answered. "We'll be able to follow through with the original plan of relocation into a more isolated area. I'll send out a team tomorrow to check over the state of the building and make sure everything is ready and in place for its new arrivals. I followed through with your request, Captain Unohana, to prepare a birthing room and I leave an open invitation for you if you wish to send some of your own Division members along ahead of time; they can examine the rooms and equipment and make sure they are up to your standards."

For the most part, the Officer had been fairly isolated with the plans overall but... now he was more opened and willingly inviting her along; it was a switch of a demeanor but she was well okay with that. "Thank you, Akon, I'll send a message to Officer Hanataro and Officer Yasochika and see if they'd be willing to step in on the offer. Now, how exactly do you plan on transporting the women safely? How far is this facility from here?"

"It's halfway up the mountainside and it can be a difficult trail to take if you aren't familiar with it. I've trailed it many times before and it's still problematic for me. We'll have a full convey working though and we'll make sure everyone gets there safely."

"When uh, when are we exactly planning on moving out with this?" Ukitake questioned.

"Hopefully sometime in the next few days but we won't push it if one of the subjects isn't happy with the timing." he replied. "Unless something drastic happens, we'll try to stay on schedule."

"And by drastic, you mean...?" Isane pressed as she moved to cross one leg over the other and make the slightly stiff chair a bit more comfortable.

A silent sigh bypassed him as he started to answer her. "The recent rumors of... rather disagreeing members of this Society have been brought clearly to my attention; I don't believe much will happen but in the case that something does occur then we may push the date of moving day up a bit and hope to escape a confrontation."

"As I mentioned before, I don't think anything drastic will happen but if it's any consolation, Captain Shunsui should be joining us within a few days and will hopefully be here on time for the moving process. If not, then he'll be here to lend a hand afterwards, which will also be appreciated." Ukitake started. "I'm sure he'd be far more relaxed being closer to Lieutenant Nanao this way as well."

"That is true." Unohana nodded. "I'm sure that was the main reason he wanted to get involved in this matter."

"Yes, seems so."

"Is there anything else about this matter than we should be aware of?" Isane asked as she turned her attention back to the blue-haired man.

"Nothing that comes to mind right now, no." Akon replied. "But, if I do strike on something after this conversation then I'll be sure to let you know of it."

"Thank you." she nodded. "Actually, that leads me to another question, well... obviously Captain Shunsui is aware of Nanao's condition; Hinamori has taken the reigns of the Fifth Division, so will we have to find a substitute for them? Also, Captain Hitsugaya left to take part on that mission, will he be informed of Matsumoto's condition?"

"... That is a curious bit of questions, I didn't think of those matters beforehand." Ukitake remarked shortly after.

"We have no contact with the Captains out on call, so Captain Hitsugaya will have to be informed of such when he returns." Unohana replied. "As for the fate of the Fifth Division, we'll have to give the reigns to another Captain for now; Captain Yamamoto will be a better figure to ask on that matter."

She nodded and turned back to the Twelfth Division member once more. "If Captain Mayuri does return eventually from this mission... will everything still function as it is right now?"

"That, Lieutenant Isane, I cannot assure you of."

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The heated pass of her breath against his ear was marked with the short struggle of every moan from the back of her throat; the deepening pressure of her fingernails digging themselves into the back of his neck and into the back curve of his right shoulder as well. He could feel the continuous press of her breasts against his bare chest as he felt every heavy gasps for air strike from her obsessed lungs; forcing her upper body against him as her skin quivered underneath.

"Not so loud, Kurotsuchi." he teased as he dressed the curve of her neck with his lips; feeling the heavy tremble of her heart beating underneath her skin. "You can almost hear them talking from here, do you want them to listen to this as well?"

She dug her fingernails a bit harsher into his skin at the playful comment and felt the way it almost stretched at the sudden pull in separating directions. He only remarked as such when she wasn't exactly meeting his vocal expectations; she was just holding out on him this time though, and he was aware of it now.

Still though, with the constant pulse of his fingers inside of her, it was difficult to keep that restraint ongoing. She could feel him lean in against her as most of his weight was pressed into his supporting right arm that was partly curled around to her back. One leg was forced up against his hip with her knee pressed partly into his body; his other hand was mixed in the swollen tissues between her legs. Her body shuddered with every changing penetration of his digits as her muscles contracting against him- creating that friction of flesh that only persuaded another moan to escape from her throat.

He moved to touch at the moving curve of her collarbone as he released her of her momentary turmoil; fingertips playing with the separating split of her folds before he pressured for them to give away to his touch once more. There was a light tease of her body as he pushed into the swollen entrance just enough to barely tease the nerves that lined the sensitive tissue; feeling how her nails slowly began to slide against his skin. It only served as a sense of encouragement as he followed through with his beginning motion and filled her with himself once more. He could feel her knee press a bit harder against him as his fingers fit tightly inside of her, her muscles contracting at the motion as he moved to separate them. She groaned as he shifted his position and slightly pulled at her before his thumb stroked over the hardened tissue of her clit; using the organ to his advantage as he urged her closer to her climax. The closer and closer she drew to it, the deeper her fingernails went into his skin. It seemed to be a forming habit seeing as before she seemed to bear the reluctance to even touch him and now she was far more willing to leave those ever familiar marks.

It was only the quiet groan the sounded as a trigger before he felt her body tighten around him again; the warmth of liquid against his fingertips was the sealing deal.

She let her head fall back for a moment and took the stilling time to regain her breath once more; the feel of her muscles relaxing was followed by the rush of euphoria that attacked and flooded her blindly. Fingernails pulled themselves freely from his slightly split skin before they slowly eased themselves down to the flat of his sternum. "We always started out as 'physical' people, didn't we? More involved with that blindsiding rush of lust and unbalanced chemicals to keep us addicted to wet skin and aching body parts."

He moved to touch his forehead against her own as he pulled his other arm free from underneath; shifting his weight once more before he lightly touched at her bare stomach with the flat of his palm. "And then it developed into a mental addiction when merging of the flesh became so familiar; psychologically, we didn't want to understand but the whole situation fell into our laps soon after."

"And then this not too far after that." she replied as she moved one hand to cover his own.