Three Times Three is Nine

Lunch times at squad 9 were a more common occurrence now, as were trips to squad 3. This time they were inside Hisagi’s office yet again, sharing two bento. Hisagi sat on his desk chair with Kira sitting on the edge of said desk. A notepad covered in various scribbles lay on the desk next to the lacquer box by Kira’s hip.

“So how would you rate this week’s bento in the eatery column,” Kira asked, holding the final tuna roll clenched in his chopsticks to Hisagi. Deftly his spiky haired companion bent forwards and received the seaweed wrapped delicacy in his open mouth. Kira enjoyed watching the muscles in Hisagi’s neck twitch during chewing, not to mention the fascinating way the 69-changed shape on his moving cheek.

“Bikini bottom roll was definitely worth the hype,” Hisagi said after he swallowed his last mouthful. Dipping his chopsticks into the bento box in his lap Hisagi dangled a piece of sushi before Kira.

“And the same could be said for the eel,” Kira mumbled, opening his mouth. From the angle he positioned it, Kira had to turn his head slightly to the side so his fall of blond hair dipped out of the way of both eyes. Thoughtfully Kira chewed on his morsel taking at least two minutes before swallowing it, because he knew Hisagi’s dark eyes watched him just as intently.

“I’m surprised you haven’t written any poetry or haikus about bento for the club,” Hisagi teased him, setting his chopsticks down.

“I'll try to write one for this month's review,” Kira chuckled. He reached for the box Hisagi handed him stacking it with the other. Then he slid down from the desk directly into Hisagi’s lap. With a contented grunted Hisagi cupped Kira’s face, pulled him down, and covered the blonde man’s mouth with his own. Wasabi tingled Kira’s lips and tongue thrusting against Hisagi’s. A tang of ginger merged with the moistness of Hisagi’s lips and mouth opening to Kira’s deepening kiss.

Sliding pale fingers into Hisagi’s hair Kira angled his companion’s head to the left to get a better taste. Hisagi’s hands slid down over Kira’s arm lingering on the squad 3 badge. Simultaneously Kira released Hisagi’s scalp with one hand so he could rub the spiky haired shinigami’s powerful biceps. Respective hands touched the cool metal of each other’s badges in reverence. Both were different but bound in their desire to be together.

When Hisagi’s hand traced down Kira’s ribs to his thigh, the blond vice captain tensed. Immediately Hisagi diverted his hand to the small of Kira’s back. The kiss broke with a regretful exhalation of air Kira took for a frustrated sigh from his partner. In the darkness of Hisagi’s bedroom Kira felt bold and relaxed enough to get in the mood. Alternatively, inside Kira’s personal quarters the two lovers could share a private rendezvous ending in very satisfying sex. Unfortunately, in the light of day, most encounters remained platonic.

For a time Kira leaned his head against Hisagi’s muscular bare shoulder. He listened to the steady influx of his partner’s breathing. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the empty lacquer bento box on Hisagi’s desk. Copies of completed reports filled the ‘incoming’ paperwork bin in contrast to the empty in process one. Blue eyes riveted to those two words, setting off a chain reaction in his mind. Thoughts and words merged.

In process, Kira thought to himself. Did that describe his relationship with Hisagi? A lump arose in his throat tumbling these words repeatedly in his brain.

*In process
Relationships in transition
Never to complete*

Kira winced. He often thought in haiku when dragged down by emotion. He could feel the warm glow already fading as his eyes stung and face creased in an automatic frown. Keeping his eyes closed he buried his face in Hisagi’s shoulder.
He mumbled, “You’re disappointed aren’t you, Shuuhei?”

Hisagi’s biceps twitched at the same time his hot breath tickled Kira’s ear. “Disappointed in what, Izuru?”

“Me freezing up when you want to get bold in the light of day,” Kira murmured, daring to raise his head from Hisagi’s shoulder. That publishing schedule hanging up just under his wall calendar seemed far more fascinating and bearable for Kira to focus on than looking Hisagi in the eyes.

Hisagi’s chest rose and fell beneath Kira’s side pressed to it. “Izuru, it’s okay. I understand.”

The vice captain of squad 3 pressed both knees together. Kira said as he bit his lip, “but it’s not fair to you, Shuuhei.”

“All right, I would be lying if I said it didn’t disappoint me,” Hisagi relented, pushing Kira away from his chest.

“I’m right then. You ARE disappointed, Shuuhei. I suppose it’s better if I just leave then,” Kira mumbled. He could not even let go in a workplace and let his partner enjoy his body in daylight. All because something unpleasant had happened in an office before?

Hisagi wrapped his arms around Kira like a seatbelt imprisoning him on his lap. “Wait a minute, I didn’t tell you to leave, Izuru, just because you won’t do it on a desk or a chair.”

“Good. I do want to, but it’s just hard,” Kira murmured. Bangs hiding half his face, Kira studied Hisagi shyly behind the fringe of his hair. Then he found himself smiling despite the emotional tar dragging him under. Surely if Hisagi was generous, enough to want his company there had to be something he could do in return. Underneath Kira’s bottom, he felt a hardening bulge, and an idea sprang into his mind.

“Shuuhei, if you don’t want me to leave, the least I could do is relieve you in a different way,” Kira suggested, shifting his hips. Hisagi’s eyes widened at the sudden boldness. That slight upward kink to Kira’s lip matched the twinkle in the previously dimmed eyes.

“Izuru, your relief is always welcome,” Hisagi answered, rubbing his hands up and down Kira’s thighs.

“You’d be more comfortable on the sofa, sempai,” Kira said as he nodded towards it. He slid down off his partner’s lap sure to rub his backside for a tantalizing long second on Hisagi’s bulge.

Hisagi closed his eyes. “Mmm.”

Standing up, Kira held out a hand to him, and pulled the more muscular man up to a standing position. That surprise in Hisagi’s eyes increased with a bewildered smile. Suddenly the morass of emotions relaxed their grip on Kira’s mood. Gravity had decreased enough that he could smile more freely without forcing the expression to his face.

Although Kira felt his heart pounding in his chest along with the difficulty taking a breath, he focused on that expression on Hisagi’s face. He could push past it, if he just focused on giving pleasure. A sudden thrill being able to drag Hisagi effortlessly to his feet boosted his confidence. With surprising strength in his slender arms, Kira pulled Hisagi towards him and brushed a kiss against his mouth. Hisagi hardly had enough time to deepen it before Kira pulled back.

Taking both his hands Kira tugged his spiky haired partner towards the two-person sofa. Hisagi sat down after he let go of Kira’s hands. They were slender and graceful, pale but large. A serious frown replaced Kira’s mischievous smirk, but Hisagi saw no reason to doubt Kira wanted this.

Gracefully Kira genuflected on his left knee, steadying his hands on Hisagi’s thighs in the process. Hisagi tangled his fingers in Kira’s blonde hair playfully giving it a tug forwards. Kira stifled a gulp and chuckled nervously instead. With pale slender fingers, he reached for Hisagi’s white sash to untie it.

Hisagi’s dark eyes watched each movement. He felt the heat from Kira’s breath once the other man loosened the knot completely. Slowly Kira dipped his hands into the folds, closed his hand around Hisagi's shaft, and then squeezed. Only the warmth immediately surrounding his and Kira’s bodies kept him from feeling particularly cold against his member. Tanned skin gradually blended into red at the tip Kira smoothed his thumb over.

It is important to admire my partner’s assets, Kira reminded himself. Before he would usually not even look before dipping his head down anxious to get this part out of the way. Staring at it in reverence slowed his actions, causing a twitch in his own groin. He wrapped both hands around it sliding them up and down in one tantalizing stroke.

“Mmm Izuru, now about my relief?” Hisagi urged him.

"Coming right up," the blonde vice captain answered. Kira bit his lip, giving his partner an uneasy smile. Then his hot breath warmed the tip inches from his open mouth. Hisagi groaned feeling the warm tongue slide over his erection a few seconds before Kira’s mouth contained him. Afternoon sun shined down on Kira’s blonde hair, almost the same hue through the windows in Hisagi’s office.

In broad daylight Kira relaxed, remembering whose shaft this was and that he was under no pressure. Curling his fingers Hisagi twisted them around strands of Kira’s hair and pulled a bit harder. What he once only thought belonged in darkness and secret now transpired in a place where anyone could intrude at any time.

“Izuru, mmm…” Hisagi murmured, closing his eyes in delight. Tentative licks soon gave way to a steady bobbing and suckling motion. One swift tug and squeeze of his balls pushed him to the verge and over. He hissed while he clenched the back of Kira’s neck, thrusting up violently a few times. Kira relaxed as much s he could, rubbing Hisagi’s thigh with one hand while steadying himself with the other. Within minutes, Hisagi’s reiatsu spiked and his muscles tensed. The eruption of salty bitterness on his tongue almost made him cough and choke although he was expecting it. Quickly he swallowed and suckled each last drop.

“Damn… Izuru,” Hisagi sighed, panting to catch his breath. Kneeling on both knees Kira glowed with warm pride, sliding his partner’s shaft out of his mouth. He reached for his handkerchief and carefully cleaned Hisagi off before maneuvering him back into his hakama. Content to rest his head in Hisagi’s lap, Kira relaxed and embraced his waist.

“Shuuhei,” he murmured. Only a minute later his partner seized his chin and grabbed his arms.

Hisagi’s eyes were dark with hunger and passion, frightening him but thrilling him. In a low voice he rasped, “It’s your turn. Come up here.”

“You don’t have to…” Kira caught himself saying.

“Izuru, sit on my lap, will you?” Hisagi said sternly, leaning forwards to grab Kira under the armpits and yank him to his feet. Spinning the blonde-haired person around Hisagi pulled him into his lap so Kira landed sideways. A stack of papers sitting next to Hisagi cascaded onto the floor in a neat disorderly line.

“Shuuhei,” Kira choked. He inhaled deep breaths. Somehow, the fact that the noonday sun shone brightly on them gave him some reassurance even though the thought of someone discovering them scared him terribly. Steadily Hisagi ran a hand along Kira’s inner thigh, caressing it lovingly.

“It isn’t fair if I don’t get to relieve you. There’s one rule in this relationship, Izuru, and it’s that you take when I want to give,” Hisagi said in a positive yet stern voice.

Before Kira could protest, he felt Hisagi’s hand sliding up to cup his erection through his hakama. The burst of pleasure and shock paralyzed him on the spot. “Ahh… Shuuhei... sempai!”

“I know you’re worried about disappointing me. The only thing you’d ever do that would disappoint me completely is you being the one to pleasure me and then deny me the gift of pleasing you in return,” Hisagi informed him, running that same hand along Kira’s ribs before tugging on the ends of his sash.

Kira swallowed hard and then stared at Hisagi untying his sash, trying to summon his own determination. “So you imply… my receiving is a form of giving?”

“It is if you think about it. If you don’t let your partner reciprocate, it’s selfish, and I want to please you too so just relax,” Hisagi said as he pulled down Kira’s hakama and plunged his hand inside. Pinned by fear and excitement Kira shivered on Hisagi’s lap, his hands grabbing Shuuhei’s shoulder and arm.

“Ah… that… it’s too much,” Kira panted as the temperature shot through his face with the blood flushing it.

“You’re as red in your face as what I have in my hand,” Hisagi teased. “Lie back and relax, Izuru.”

“J… just your hand is enough…” Kira whispered. Hisagi’s thumb pressed and circled his rosy pink tip. His hand wrapped around Kira’s shaft to pump and squeeze. He panted, squeezed Hisagi’s shoulder, and tensed. Automatically his hips jerked upwards in response to Hisagi’s hand job.

Fingers scrabbled up Hisagi’s shoulder to wrap around his neck and drag it down. Eagerly Hisagi bend down and received the hungry kiss Kira bestowed. Kira thrust his tongue into Hisagi’s mouth at the same pace he bucked his hips. Their mingled breaths and groans only encouraged Kira further. He forgot everything except the steady hand containing his erection, tightening in a very delicious way.

Once Kira released the kiss to breathe, he glanced up at Hisagi with blue irises dilated in arousal. “I want more Shuuhei. You can continue if you want. Maybe even against the wall or...”

“Good, because you have no idea how hard it is not to just slam you on the desk and give you an up close and personal interview,” Hisagi said, and then winced. “Did I just say that?”

“Sounds very cliché, but I’ll excuse it from you, Shuuhei,” Kira mumbled. Before his eyes, Hisagi blurred first, then ran and streaked as chalk inundated with rain. Hot tears swam over Kira’s eyes and vision one moment. The next they slipped down his cheeks.

White liquid that spurted soon over Hisagi’s hand splattered small droplets all over black hakama cloth and tanned flesh. Right inside Kira’s temples throbbed his pulse in a staccato beat almost enough to burst. Cheeks flushed red in contrast to his pale hair and blue eyes staring up unfocussed at the ceiling. His entire body seemed to have tied into a knot only to release and untie itself from the tangle of emotions.

Hisagi’s voice broke into the words now forming into five seven five patterns in his mind. He kissed the blonde's sweat soaked forhead, moving the hair plasterd to it aside. “Izuru?”

Playfully Kira recited, “*Just one rule prevails
Withholding affection is selfish
When a lover gives*."

Hisagi chuckled at Kira’s response to his question. Glowing with sexual satisfaction Kira curled up in lap like a lizard sunning on a rock.

The blonde vice captain recited, “Or is it:
*Red pulsing staccato
Rushes beside the mind’s eye
Carrying fierce love*.”

Hisagi grabbed several tissues as Kira slowly relaxed on his lap. “So… apparently all I have to do to get you to spout haikus is get you off?”

Kira stifled the chuckle and urge to get aroused again at the careful way Hisagi cleaned him off and tucked him back inside his hakama. He knew that they’d already taken a huge chunk of Hisagi’s lunch break and more to horse around. “If you’d like to hear more, I could provide more relief…”

Hisagi bent down to kiss him and then sighed. “I’d love to, but the Sereitei Communication has its deadlines."

Quickly Kira stirred the haikus out of his thoughts to make way for a plan. Mischievous smile twitching the corner of his lip he inquired, “Are you training or sparring tonight?”

Hisagi nodded eagerly, enjoying that gleam in his lover's eyes. Instead of the color of a stormy sky they reminded him of a clear mountain stream. “This evening after the paper hits the presses."

"I am running a training exercise then," Kira whispered, lips tickling Hisagi's ear.

Again the 69 and triple scars distorted with Hisagi's grin. “So meet at squad 3’s training grounds?”

“It’s a date then,” said Kira, sitting up. He moved to straddle Hisagi’s lap for a moment, slipping his tongue into his lover’s mouth. They shared a brief but torrid kiss that made them tingle all over with renewed arousal.

By the time Hisagi’s third seat knocked on the door, Kira quickly flash stepped back to squad 3’s offices. Though he hated leaving Hisagi, the threshold Kira crossed put a smile on his face that he was sure would remain for the rest of the day or week.