Giving Grace

Jyuushiro and Shuuhei flash step to the living quarters of the Thirteenth. They are greeted by a sentry with a challenge for a password. The Captain responds with the correct password, and the sentry opens the gate.

They go to the sliding door of the Captain's quarters, and Jyuushiro steps out of his sandals and then opens the door for Shuuhei. There's a wall of pictures right in the entryway, quite a few of the pictures bear some resemblance to the Captain. The entry area curves to a hallway and the two walk through it.

Shuuhei’s soldier instincts cause him to take in his surroundings quickly as he sheds his sandals. He follows the Captain through the hallway and mentally notes the three doors leading to a bathroom, kitchen, and a bedroom doubling as an office. “Nice place,” he says absently as Ukitake reveals a doorway through a bookcase.

"Thank you." Jyuushiro answers. "These are good working quarters for when exercises need me to stay in communication with everyone else. Here, they can find me when they need me. These further quarters are for when I'm truly off duty."

Shuuhei steps over the threshold and follows the older man down a stairway leading to a sparse bedroom with chests of drawers and the big king sized futon-looking like bed with the sturdy frame. Two doors lead from that room. He immediately likes the almost-emptiness of the place and nods approvingly.

Jyuushiro then walks over to the door to the right and opens it on the bath room, with the closet toilet area. The rest of the room is tiled, and slants to a floor drain. There's a traditional Japanese washing bench with a hand wand shower, and next to it is an enormous tub set into the floor.

The tub is more like a hot tub. A two-foot deep bench is set into it, with textured no-slip steps along the side. It would be easy to carry a man down into it. It is empty at the moment. Jyuushiro goes over to it, steps down the steps to close the drain. He comes back up and opens a wide red and white tap next to two more traditional taps marked "H" and "C" over the tub. "If we're going to be doing any hard play, I want to fill it with healing waters before we start, then it can get good and hot for afterwards."

Shuuhei nods slowly, letting the words and the implications sink in. He doesn’t speak, fearing his voice will shake from excitement and make Ukitake think he is scared.

Ukitake brushes by Shuuhei as he heads out of the bath room, and he says, "It's going to take a while to fill. So I'll show you the other room as well." They walk back out into the bedroom and to the second door, and Ukitake frowns a little, moves his hands and there's a burst of kidou. There's a small click, and Ukitake slides open the door.

When they step inside, it's a bewildering room. There are mirrors all along the opposite wall. Along both side walls are racks of equipment, all neatly, precisely placed in order by size or by type. They seemed grouped by utility.

Overhead, the ceiling is high, and hanging from the center is a single bar of metal, suspended at about seven feet up, and the chain it's attached to is anchored to the floor with a solid, iron anchor.

Shuuhei stops at the threshold, places a hand on the doorframe, and stares in awe at the room before him. He’s never seen anything like it. “Holy shit…” he murmurs.

Jyuushiro chuckles at the words and says, "Well, most of the bondage equipment's actually in the other room. There's just the quick release cuffs for the bar and some spreaders and stuff here, as that's what I mostly use in here."

"Spreaders?" Shuuhei asks bewildered.

Jyuushiro picks up a bar that just mostly looks like a bar with an eyelet on either end. It's about a two and a half feet long. "I attach ankle cuffs to either end, it spreads the legs so that they can't be closed."

Shuuhei holds back what he knows would be an undignified whimper and bites his lip as his knees threaten to buckle. The image of the older man strapped down with this ‘spreader’ between his legs made the vice Captain want to fling himself across the room and tackle Ukitake to the ground.

"Hmm... where to start, where to start. Oh! The water..." Ukitake ducks back into the bathroom to turn the water off. "Oh!" He comes back and grins at Shuuhei, then frowns and studies the young man, and then says softly, "I have a request, Hisagi-san."

Shuuhei watches the older man's lips and slowly leans in. "Anything..." he says in a low whisper.

So closely, Shuuhei can see the shiver that works through Jyuushiro at the whisper. Jyuushiro swallows, "Maybe two, then... the first, if you're not emotionally attached to that... choker. May I wear it while you're playing with me? And the second... may I touch you?"

Shuuhei falters and the whimper finally escapes his lips. He raises his trembling hands to unclip the choker and moves closer to Ukitake until their bodies almost touch. “Yes, Ukitake-taichou. Please touch me…” He hands over the leather necklace as he stares down into the other’s eyes.

Jyuushiro shakes his head a little as Shuuhei offers to hand him the choker. "Please, put it on me?" He uses both hands to push back his thick, white hair and pull it up from the back of his neck. His brown eyes watch Shuuhei intently.

Shuuhei smiles and tilts his head to breathe across Ukitake’s lips. “Turn around then.”

Jyuushiro's breath shakes. His cock is hard enough from Shuuhei's whimper that he is quite glad of his traditional loin cloth and loose hakama. He turns around, hands still holding up his hair. His head tilts to the side a little, wanting to see, but he doesn't look back.

Shuuhei’s hands come around the older man’s neck. He places the choker against the pale skin and clips the leather in place. Before Ukitake can turn back, Shuuhei slips his fingers around the other man’s wrists and removes the Captain’s hands from his hair.

Shuuhei watches as the long tresses fall over Ukitake’s shoulders and back. Keeping a gentle but firm grip on the older man, he leans in and breaths in the faint scent of rosemary and mint. Groaning in appreciation, Shuuhei nuzzles the shorter man’s neck.

Ukitake shivers at the groan and the nuzzle that touches his new collar. He stretches on feeling his hands being pulled back and arches his back to press back against Shuuhei. Softly, he whispers, "Will just fucking me now take your edge off, let you concentrate on the rest, Hisagi-san?"

Shuuhei releases one wrist to grab one of Ukitake’s hips. He grinds against the older man once before raising his head and nipping at a delicate earlobe. “I’m fine, Ukitake-taichou… I just wanted a taste.”

Jyuushiro groans at the grind and shudders at the nip, melting just a little more. "Oh... good," he murmurs with just a small chuckle, and with his free hand he reaches back to stroke Shuuhei's flank.

Shuuhei releases Ukitake’s other wrist and pulls all of the Captain’s hair over one shoulder. He then grips both the other’s hips tightly and kisses the skin on the back of Ukitake’s neck.

Jyuushiro takes a deep, slow breath, "All right then... I'm... debating you tying me down and teasing me first, and then the flogging or the other way. The tying down is actually the more involved of the two and will require more explanation... so maybe... maybe it's better we start with that, and then... then the flogger... How does that sound?"

Shuuhei's words are muffled against Ukitake's skin. "Teasing... teasing sounds good."

Jyuushiro shudders. His hands move to where Shuuhei's are on his hips and he strokes them lightly, and then up Shuuhei's forearms. "Let's... let's move to the bedroom."

Shuuhei releases Ukitake and follows the older man into the bedroom.

Jyuushiro opens various drawers, throwing ropes, a blindfold, and an old style reiatsu binder on the bed. He frowns at a few other drawers... and motions Shuuhei over.

Shuuhei steps up beside Ukitake.

The drawers have butt plugs, dildos, double-dildos, benwa balls, vibrators of various lengths and sizes, feathers, rabbit furs, a couple of types of gags, and a half dozen bottles of lube of various flavors, brands and scents, "Anything else you want to learn how to use?" Jyuushiro asks.

Shuuhei carefully looks through the various items in the drawers and reaches his hand out to retrieve a small bottle of orange scented lube. He pops the cap and inhales the pleasant aroma. He turns to Ukitake and shakes his head. “I think this’ll do.” He backs up with the lube and sits on the edge of the bed. He leans back on his hands and smiles softly. “Ukitake-taichou… strip for me… please…”

Jyuushiro's breath shivers at the please and the smile, and he smiles back. He then shrugs out of his Captain's haori. He folds it and puts it on the chest of drawers. His hands move more surely while undoing the ties of his hakama. He slips from the cloth and neatly folds it along the creases, the front of his kimono opening to show glimpses of his white skin.

He glances at Shuuhei, and then slides the kimono off, folding it to put it on the drawers. Lastly, he simply takes off his loin cloth, without any hesitation or embarrassment at his fully erect state.

Shuuhei eyes the lithe form before him, slowly taking in the slim hips and corded muscle around the thighs. His gaze trails up the pale skin if Ukitake’s chest, noting the outline of the man’s ribs, and comes to rest at the Captain’s lips.

Jyuushiro watches that look, enjoying the attention. Seeing where Shuuhei's gaze stops, he smiles, lightly licks his upper lip and then says softly, "While I still can..." He moves over to Shuuhei and leans down, nearly trembling at finally getting to touch the young Fukutaichou. He trails the softest of touches along Shuuhei's jaw, and then gives Shuuhei a series of soft kisses, teasing his lips so gently.

Shuuhei breaths in deeply, relishing the feel of Ukitake’s lips against his own. He feels a tickle on the bare skin of his arm and reaches up to thread his fingers through the lock of white hair teasing his flesh.

Jyuushiro hums softly with pleasure and then breaks the kiss. He then realizes Shuuhei is holding his hair and he smiles and lays a light kiss on Shuuhei's fingertips.

Jyuushiro moves to sit by Shuuhei, "Okay, let's get me tied up..." He gets the lengths of rope

Shuuhei brushes the small pile of toys to the side and turns back to Ukitake. “Will you lay on your back, Taichou. Please?”

Jyuushiro lays back, eyes widening just a little, but he complies quickly and smoothly.

Shuuhei positions himself between Ukitake's legs and runs his hands down the tight skin of the older man's thighs. He takes a bony ankle in his hand and moves it to press against the back of Ukitake’s upper leg. He trails his blunt fingernails along the other’s thigh and says in a low voice, “I want to bind you here, around your shin and thigh… I want to keep your legs bent. I like the thought of you exposed to me.”

Jyuushiro shivers at the touch, but he keeps his eyes open, and nods at the explanation. He reaches over for one of the longer coils of rope. "Here..." He puts three loops of rope over his bent knee, to fall above his ankle and along his thigh. "A little play is good for my circulation... you'll need to wrap the play between my foot and thigh, it'll help tighten the loops and keep everything neat."

Shuuhei follows the instructions, tightening the rope and securing it along the wraps between the thigh and foot. Taking a second length of rope and moving to the other side, he bends Ukitake’s right leg and places kisses on the inner thigh before mirroring the loops on the left.

Jyuushiro can't help it, he moans softly at the kisses, tensioning the first binding as Shuuhei moves to the second. The amount of play Shuuhei has left him fascinates him, knowing the young man hasn't done this before, the amount is exactly enough for Jyuushiro to move enough to really feel the restriction when he gets to it. When both are done he tensions just enough to hear the ropes creak and his breathing quickens even more.

Shuuhei admiration of his work is interrupted by Ukitake's soft pants. His gaze trails up to meet the older man's eyes and he slowly moves over the other's sprawled form. His hands support him on either side of Ukitake's head and he leans down to whisper against the Captain's lips. "I want your wrists tied. Show me how please, Taichou."

Jyuushiro's eyes close at the warmth of Shuuhei's breath against his lips. "Reach... behind the headboard... there should be cuffs..."

Shuuhei moves off Ukitake and reaches through the bars of the headboard. At about a five feet spread, he finds cuffs attached to studs in the wall. He pulls them back through the bars and takes Ukitake’s right hand. Slipping it through the cuff and securing the Velcro strap, he nips at the skin of the older man’s palm before moving to the next.

Jyuushiro tensions his right arm and shoulder and smiles at the nip, "You're amazing... you're getting them tight enough not to slip but not so tight they're going to cut my circulation off... that's... hard to just get, Hisagi-san."

Shuuhei works silently, securing the cuff on the other wrist, but a small smile tugs on his mouth at the praise. He sits up straight and is rendered immobile for a few short seconds as he lets his eyes linger on the form beneath him.

Jyuushiro is enjoying his bindings, semi-oblivious to the admiring gaze, his muscles play across his entire upper body as he pulls happily against the wrist bindings. His leg muscles bunch and then relax completely as he finds himself securely held. He then smiles up at Hisagi, and it's that smile that is as open as day.

Shuuhei can’t stop himself from leaning over the older man and capturing his lips. His kiss is soft as he holds himself back, he is unsure if they have started already or if Ukitake needs to tell him to go. Now that the Captain is powerless beneath him, Shuuhei knows his competence is of the utmost importance. “Taichou,” he whispers as he climbs back between the other’s bound legs. “How do I know if it’s too much? How do you tell me to stop?”

Jyuushiro kisses back, gently. At the whisper, his eyes widen in wonder. He knows to ask these things. He brings his thighs in, in an awkward, but gentle hug. "I'll just say no or stop, Hisagi-san. There are things called safewords, if one wishes to play at denying the other verbally, a word which always means 'Stop Now I Mean It'. But between us, I'd just prefer "no" and "stop" to mean exactly what they say. Will that work for you?"

Shuuhei nods and threads fingers into Ukitake’s hair, bracing his weight on his other hand.

"One last thing before we start... to make sure I don't break these bindings accidentally. Please put the reiatsu binder on me?" Jyuushiro closes his eyes and Shuuhei can feel the tremble that goes through him before he whispers, "I really want to be helpless for you..."

Shuuhei groans and reaches for the band of leather. He fastens it to Ukitake’s upper arm and removes the key. The jewel at the center glows a sea blue and the powerful reiatsu surrounding the Captain evaporates. Ukitake gives just the smallest of sounds as his reiatsu vanishes. Shuuhei’s eyes widen and his breath catches.

Jyuushiro nearly can't breathe for just that moment, as he loses all sense of Shuuhei, of that burning heat of the younger man's desire for him that's surrounded him. The cave walls had helped mask his sense of all the people in the Thirteenth Division that he's so used to having all the time, but now he's blinded of all that he's used to constantly knowing. On top of all that there's just the sheer release from having to hold his power constantly, and the relief from that is astonishing.

Shuuhei turns back to Ukitake, leaning over the older man slowly. He growls against the Captain’s neck, “You could kill me as easily as you blink, Taichou… and yet you let me do this…”

At the growl against his neck, Jyuushiro breathing starts again, and he shudders hard. His body tries to arch up to touch the younger man's.

Shuuhei turns and places the small key on the bedside table next to a pile of knitting. The fingers of one hand return to the older man’s hair and he again comes to rest on his opposite hand. His tongue slides along Ukitake’s jaw and nibbles the other’s bottom lip. “You let me bind you… you give your trust to me, your body to me…” he raises his head and stares down at his captive.

“I can’t even begin to describe this feeling…”

When Shuuhei licks him, Jyuushiro shudders all through, and at the words Jyuushiro's eyes open and he suddenly grins around his trembling reactions, "I am... glad my gift to you is so deeply felt."

Shuuhei trembles lightly as he whispers, “Tell me it’s okay… I have to hear you say it’s okay to start, Ukitake-taichou…”

Jyuushiro shifts and pulls, now, with all his might against the bindings, and sighs as he finds that they hold him, now, hard. "All right, Hisagi-san. Please do with me as you will."

Shuuhei reacts immediately and twists his hand in Ukitake’s hair, pulling the older man’s head back and exposing his neck. He sinks his teeth into the pale flesh and growls deeply in his throat. He rocks against Ukitake, crushing the Captain’s hips beneath his.

Jyuushiro cries out and arches up against Shuuhei. The pulse under Shuuhei's teeth is racing hard, as is Jyuushiro's breath. And his hips roll with the weight Shuuhei puts on them.

Shuuhei pulls away and smirks down at the shuddering, panting man beneath him. “Oh, that was a delicious sound, Taichou. What can I do to make you do that again?” Pulling again on the long white hair, Shuuhei turns Ukitake’s head and bites the Captain again on the other side.

Jyuushiro writhes at the pulling, and cries out again at the second bite, followed with a whispered, "Yes. Please..."

Shuuhei releases Ukitake’s hair and slides his hands down the older man’s chest. Ukitake moans and all the muscles in his chest and arms tense against the cuffs with that stroking touch. Shuuhei's fingers dig into bony hips as his mouth nips and bites in a trail down the Captain’s chest. “Mmm, please… I like hearing you say that, Taichou… Tell me, please what?”

Jyuushiro pumps his hips at the grab. He groans at the request for words, and then he makes a visible effort to think, "Oh gods. Uhm.... you're... you're doing the things I asked for, the bites," He shudders simply at the memory, "are exquisite. But... specifics... I'm at a loss, you feel so good."

Shuuhei chuckles against Ukitake’s skin. “All right, I’m sorry, Taichou. Easier questions then…” He sits on his heels and bites the flesh around the older man’s belly button, making him moan and buck. Shuuhei's hands slip underneath Ukitake and squeeze his ass, which bunches and flexes against the touch. “I want to suck your cock, Taichou… would you like me to do that now? Or would you like me to wait...

Jyuushiro gives a small whimper. He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to think and finally moans and says, "Please, now, Hisagi-san."

Shuuhei lowers his head and nips the skin of the other man’s inner thigh, causing soft sighs, a relaxation of Ukitake's tension. He runs his tongue along the dip between the thigh and groin, invoking purrs from the man beneath him. He lets his breath ghost over the pale pink flesh of Ukitake’s erection. He admires the slender length, a good size, a good shape. He lets his tongue dance across the head, tasting the pleasantly bitter, slightly salty skin. Ukitake moans at the ministrations, tensing in anticipation. But then Shuuhei's movements cease and he lifts his head to grin mischievously at the older man. “Hmm,” he whispers. “I’ve changed my mind.”

Jyuushiro's eyes open wide and he groans harder at the whisper than at all the touches.

Abruptly, Shuuhei raises himself over Ukitake’s chest and attacks a dusky nipple. He pinches it between his teeth before rolling the nub beneath his tongue.

At the lovely attack, Jyuushiro cries out again at the jolt that runs through him at the feeling of teeth on this nipple, body tensioning again against his bonds.

Shuuhei groans and brings his fingers to the other nipple. He pinches and pulls, mirroring the actions of his mouth. “Ahh, there’s that sound again, Taichou… so sexy…”

Jyuushiro's stomach muscles tighten at the sensation of both nipples being pinched hard and pulled. He moans, shuddering at the sensation, and he desperately bucks his hips, trying to rub up against Shuuhei, but with his legs bound he can't get any leverage at all.

Shuuhei moves up to kiss Ukitake’s panting lips. He drags his teeth across the other man’s bottom lip before he climbs off and stands up beside the bed. Never taking his eyes off the bound Captain before him, Shuuhei slowly unties his sash and slips his kimono from his shoulders. As he leans to pull off his tabi, he grins and murmurs, “I think it’s time to teach me something, Ukitake-taichou. Where should I start?”