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: 1,483

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 2

CONTENT CODES:

CBT (mild: cock ring)

Exhib (exhibitionism)

Solo (masturbation)

UST (unresolved sexual tension)

WD (wet dream and ejaculation during sleep)

Voy (voyeurism)

chapter 2.

A figure sprinted across the rooftops of Seireitei. Faster and faster, it appeared briefly only to disappear again and then reappear momentarily further away. These brief moments blurred the figure of the runner.

He had seen it. And it had turned him on tremendously. How should he have known that the sight of the semi-naked man would have been the one thing to send him over the edge?

He had been among the miscreants of the 11^th Division who had landed in the 4^th Division barracks. While devising a way to escape that haunting stare of Unohana’s, he had overhead the conversation between her and the white-haired captain. It was indeed a very unusual prescription, and curiosity had immediately gotten her enticing and yet unrelenting hold on him.

Hiding his reiatsu, he had managed to stalk the captain back to the Ugendō estate. Making sure not to be seen, he had snuck over to one of the long-forgotten opened windows that were just out of the sickly captain’s sight.

He had gasped when he saw that pale thin hand reach under the folds of the yukata. Though his thoughts had swirled in wonder, he dismissed the sight in front of him while believing that it wasn’t anything sexual. Maybe captain Ukitake’s hand was just cold, or maybe he wanted to rub his stomach. Surely the pale-skinned fragile man hadn’t taken the words of the 4^th Division captain seriously. And maybe that moan uttered was really a groan of pain in response to his worsening disease.

But when that finger slid past those this thin lips and into a wet mouth and when the grey yukata was pulled to expose that pale skin, the spying man had to admit that the captain really was serious about the new therapy.

As he stood there peeping in, he noted the pink aroused nipples visibly hardened and the smooth lines of a thin body. There was something very sexy and absolutely feminine about the frailness of that body. And as he watched skinny fingers explored the exposed body, he had to confess that the sickly captain was indeed breathtakingly beautiful.

He couldn’t help nothing the delicate features of the older man’s face, the way that his lips curved around a finger suckling it. The way his long white hair framed his face while contrasting with the apparent blush that rushed to coat his cheeks. The way ragged breathes and slight moans seemed to enchant the viewer, stunning him momentarily.

Yes, Yumichika Ayasegawa had to admit to himself that he desired the sickly man. Who wouldn’t? The man was so delicate like a doll and already had a large fan base of both female and male shinigami and commoners alike. The quiet and gently nature of the captain seemed to put those around him at ease and acted as another attractive point.

And now, after witnessing such a blatant display of passion? He had always considered the man from a distance. Not in the “I need to fuck you or else” but instead in the “I will see you in my wet dream fantasies”. But the want had been nothing more than a passing moment, a lust that was soon forgotten. At least it had been until today. Now it just seemed to haunt him.

Personally he did not believe that men were beautiful, well other than himself. He even loathed the thought of sex with men. True, there was the occasional thought here and there; but that was out of curiosity and had nothing to do with actual sex. Ikkaku, his best friend, had even once, when extremely drunk, tried to kiss him. That had been unpleasant. So why were there now thoughts of the long-haired man plaguing him?

He had watched it all, from the first touch of that engorged cock to the final spurt and moan from the captain. He could not deny that the sight had been amazing. He would have never thought that Ukitake would have ever touched himself there, let alone masturbated. And yet the captain had eagerly and seemingly expertly done just that. And then there had been the fingering. He had almost choked when that had happened. He would have never expected the man to touch himself there. And yet Ukitake had eagerly managed to insert not one but three fingers in.

The sight of watching the older man using his fingers to fuck his ass while thrusting his cock into his hand had been strangely erotic. Yumichika had felt his erection rising. He had even noticed a small wet spot on his uniform from where he assumed pre-cum had collected.

And the moaning? The moaning had not helped at all. He had never known that a man could moan so much. And Ukitake had been so free about it. Yumichika felt at times that all of Seireitei could hear the older man’s loud expressive moans.

And then that expressive face. There had been times when Yumichika had literally stopped breathing, not out of fear of being caught, but from how erotic that face had been. The flush was almost red as the captain had tried to breathe. Tiny tears from the ecstasy had welled up in the outer corners of his eyes. His mouth had been open while moaning and gasping in pleasure. And he had drooled! Ukitake had actually drooled in pleasure. In fact, that face was the type of face Yumichika expected from an all-out slut who would do anything for sex. To see such an expression on the normally quiet and kind captain was really quite unexpected and yet such a turn on.

So turned on was he that he had actually rubbed his hand across the crotch area of his uniform. He had actually given into touching himself in public. He had forgotten that he was spying on a captain and that he was visible to anyone passing by.

Upon seeing the captain start to stroke his cock, Yumichika had managed to loosen his hakama so that he could reach in and pull out his hard cock through the top part of it while at the same time keeping the article of clothing technically on. The cool air pricked the warm skin of his throbbing erection. He had licked his lips, watching the older man’s movements while his fingers stroke his own aroused cock. And the captain had put on a good show; Yumichika wondered if the man had knowingly done this and whether the captain knew that he was being watched.

He bit his bottom lip suppressing his moans and grunts and any noise that his mouth could have made from being so aroused. He had watched the captain fondled his pale body and then gasped as the older man had begun inserting fingers into his pale twitching hole. Surprisingly, it had turned him wildly on. He had pumped his own cock furiously as those thin fingers had thrust inside Ukitake’s ass. And of course when Ukitake had started rocking back and forth into his hand and onto his fingers, it had almost driven Yumichika insane. It was so lewd and so slutty.

He had watched the captain cum, ejaculating thick white semen all over his stomach and thighs. He even noticed the stray stream that had splashed against his cheek, staining it with the white liquid. Yumichika had been surprised as he realized that a part of him wished to be there licked off the semen from the older man’s face. The thought of licking another man’s cum was something that he had once found disgusting; but since it would involve his tongue touching that smooth pale cheek, a part of him itched to rush quickly and slurp it up.

And that was when he came. He came while thinking about how Ukitake’s cum would taste like. How the milky substance would feel against his tongue. How Ukitake’s face would blush a shade darker as the older man would surely moan from being cleaned up like that.

Yumichika’s cum splattered onto the wall staining it. A drop or two had gotten caught on his hand, and he found himself unconsciously licking it up. His tongue gently scooped up the milky white liquid before he swallowed it completely, a part of him wishing it was the captain’s cum he was currently tasting.

As his ecstasy died down, he realized what he had done.

He had just masturbated while watching another man cum. He had just cum all over the side of the wall of his superior. He had masturbated in public; in fact his cock was still out in the open. And he had wanted to actually taste Ukitake’s cum.

What little guilt was there was drowned out by the sudden urgent need to get back to the 11^th Division before being seen.

He decided that he would just have to leave his cum sprayed on the outer wall. Hopefully no one would notice, or if someone noticed they would just dismiss it and not realize it was actually cum.

As he quickly stuffed his semi-limp cock back into his hakama and back into his underwear, he didn’t notice that he was being watched; he never noticed the raised eyebrow staring in his direction.

Quickly, he adjusted his clothing while hoping that no one would realize that he had just cum. He took several deep breaths trusting that this would calm him down and drown out any flush that might have overtaken his face.

Using shunpo, he quickly raced down the wooden walkway and jumped onto the nearest rooftop. Hence, he continued running on the rooftops until he made his way to the 11^th Division’s headquarters.

As he made his way to his barracks, Yumichika pondered his situation. There was the problem of status. He was a 5^th seat even though he was powerful enough to be a 3^rd seat; however, his position was still lower than that of the 13^th Division’s captain. Then of course was the fact that the older man might not really be interested in him.

It was the latter that was frightening. In the past couple of hours Yumichika had realized that he wanted the older man to do please him in a way similar to what he had just witnessed. Thoughts of the normally demure man moaning so loudly lost in ecstasy filled the mind of the 5^th seat as his cock started to spring up again. Silently, he thanked whoever designed the shinigami uniform because the hakama folds covered his otherwise obvious member.

He was so caught up in these obscene thoughts that a stinging pat to his back almost made him shoot his load again. Trying to take his mind off the growing aching need springing from his groin, he turned sideways to focus his attention on his nuisance. It was then that he turned to discover Ikkaku smiling his irritatingly happy smile that said “let’s go have some fun”.

“What do you want?” his voice sounded a bit annoyed as the bald man beside him stared back into his eyes. A part of Yumichika’s voice wanted to croak and betray the lust he felt right now. But this was Ikkaku; he needed to play calm.

Ikkaku raised an eyebrow. There was something off about Yumichika, though he could not pinpoint what it was that was bothering him. Shrugging the feeling off, he answered slurring his words together, “Hey Yumi, wan’cha ‘o drinkin’?”

It was pretty obvious to Yumichika that his friend was drunk. Titling his head to a side with his index finger touching the tip of his chin, he pondered the situation. He was extremely horny, and it was quite possible that he couldn’t ever get to be with the “object” (person) of his desires. He argued that maybe drinking would get his mind off the beautiful captain that he had caught masturbating.

“Sure”, he replied in a semi-cheerful voice. Though he was not one for heavy drinking, he decided that the burning liquid might be able to distract him from his growing need to touch the white-haired man that had officially become embedded in his thoughts.

Smiling a broad smile, Ikkaku nodded as if to accept his friend’s answer and started to trail beside him as the two walked to their room to collect some money for drinks. As they walked, Ikkaku launched into telling Yumichika all the latest gossip. However, his friend found himself blocking out the banter as his thoughts unwillingly led him back to the image of Ukitake’s thrusting form.

At the corners of his erotic thoughts, he felt the tinges of fear. This fear was based on what would happen should the older captain reject him. Not that Yumichika was going to confess or anything. But the possibility of being the one to make the sickly man moan was an overbearing fantasy that tried to drown out all his thoughts.

As they entered their room, Yumichika bounded to his wardrobe, momentarily completely forgetting Ikkaku. Pulling out a colorful purple yukata, he slid a bare arm into the silky material. Maybe he should try to woo the white-haired captain. He could send him some nice yukata and such. Maybe even a silky kimono. The image of the pale skinned man posing seductively in a dark colored kimono filled his thoughts. The sleeves would be falling off those sexy pale shoulders while contrasting roughly with them. The older man’s lips would be open in a silent moan, his head tilted back slightly with eyes heavily lidded with lust. Maybe the captain would spread his legs open to let the air touch his silky skin and the beautiful penis of his.

Biting his lips, Yumichika absently traced a hand over the top of his hakama. Then Ikkaku’s voice suddenly filled his ears; it was something about hurrying up to meet Matsumoto. Yumichika’s eyebrow twitched. He could care less about the busty woman now; what he really wanted was that white-haired man. Though cursing inwardly that Ikkaku had managed to cut into his sensual thoughts of the older man, a part of him did thank his friend for bringing his thoughts back to getting dressed. With his back facing Ikkaku, Yumichika undid his hakama-himo and the ties to his hakama and let the clothing fall to the floor where it pooled to the ground.

Realizing how immersed in his thoughts he was, he tried to block out everything pertaining to the white-haired man. Finding a hair tie, he discreetly, without letting Ikkaku notice his arousal, pulled the front of his underwear down to expose his cock. Trying the tie around the base of his semi-erect cock to act as a makeshift cock ring, he stuffed his cock back into his underwear. After securing this, he quickly slid off his shitagi and kosode to expose his light skin to cool room.

He felt a bit exposed with only his underwear on. It was lacy and technically a woman’s underwear, but the fabric felt so good against his skin. He had “discovered” the underwear during a previous trip to the human world. The sexy clothing seemed to vibe with him, and he had spent the good part of the day discovering the different styles of underwear with Matsumoto. He had bought some discreetly (at least discreetly from Matsumoto) and taken it back to Soul Society. Almost immediately, he had started to wear this new form of clothing, loving the feeling of the material wrapped around his waist and cock; it was definitely better than a fundoshi (of which he had discarded his own immediately afterwards). His current underwear was a purple lacy pair of what the humans called “boy shorts”. They fit snuggly and their lacy fabric exposed his skin in several places. While wearing only this sexy piece of clothing, he felt a bit aroused and excited, glad that his self-made cock ring was in position.

Yumichika grabbed the purple yukata from earlier and quickly slid it on, its silky texture feeling amazing against his skin. Pulling out a random obi, he quickly strapped the material around his waist to secure the yukata in place.

He walked over to a small set of drawers to pull out a little box. Opening it, he found a small mirror and positioned himself over it. In the small box a series of cosmetics that he had smuggled in from the real world were stacked. Yumichika quickly applied them onto his face. Though this was not enough to make him look like an actual girl, it did certainly accentuate his feminine facial features.

On the other side of the room, Ikkaku was raising his eyebrow at the sight of his friend. True, his best friend had always been vain, but wasn’t this taking it a bit too far? Yumichika was actually applying makeup. Makeup? Was the other man thinking that this was a date by getting all dressed up? But Yumichika had shown no interest in him before. He had even shrugged him off when Ikkaku had made a daring pass at him. And that time when he had managed to kiss him, the feminine man had muttered something about it being unpleasant.

The truth was that he wanted nothing more than to have his beautiful friend squirming underneath him while moaning his name and begging for more. But the day that that would happen seemed too far away. Ikkaku knew that he would just have to put up with more days of the other man flaunting that tight body of his around. And the way that Yumichika walked? The bald man groaned gently as he fought his body’s urging to jump the man getting dressed.

When had these indecent feelings first start? Probably when they had first met in the street of Rukongai. He had to admit that a part of him had expected the man to actually be a woman and that he was thoroughly disappointed to find out the true gender of his friend. Back then, the vain man used to dress in feminine yukata (though that was a habit that he hadn’t stopped doing) and used to wear a Hime haircut. Wasn’t a Hime haircut for royal women and such? Suddenly, he did not want to pursue that particular train of thought.

Trying to focus his attentions on the shoji screen, he knew that he would give almost anything to jump the man and touch that delicate skin. Yumichika usually flaunted his body around their quarters as if he was teasing him. And yet, Ikkaku could not bear to hurt the other man by forcing himself on Yumichika.

Out loud, he tried to keep a hearty banter going on about what the day had been like and such, knowing full well that his friend was not paying any attention. And though thoughts of Yumichika’s naked back and lacy panties invaded his mind, he knew that if he stopped talking, the silence would be too awkward.

Yumichika finally finished his ministrations to his delicate face. Setting the box of cosmetics down, he reach over and found a beautiful comb which he used to comb through his silky hair to detangle it. After thoroughly combing his hair, he placed the comb down and brushed off any loose hair that might have decided to cling to his body. Adjusting his clothing quickly, he took a deep breath and turned around, posing for effect.

“So, what do you think?” his voice had a tone of sensuality to it as he questioned his friend.

Ikkaku, glad that the other man’s ministrations were over, turned around not expecting anything in particular. But when his eyes scanned over the now dressed man, Ikkaku found him brain having to remind his body to breathe.

Yumichika had dressed in a simple silk yukata, but it was still stunning on him. The purple material was accentuated by small floral designs set in the dark purple color. Though he was still wearing his uniform tabi, the other man had changed into a pair of jet black geta sandals. His hair set in its pageboy haircut had been brushed to a shine.

And though the makeup on his face was apparent, it was blended in to be not so noticeable if you weren’t scrutinizing his face. The majority of the makeup was seen in the form of a thick dark redness that now graced his lips. Though it brought an unnatural red color to the delicate lips, the glossy coating made them desirable and more sensual than before. Yumichika was also wearing eyeliner and mascara to accent his purple eyes. But the thing that stood out the most from his normal everyday appearance was the lack of feathers that usually graced its spot above the shinigami’s eye.

It was almost as if Ikkaku was seeing Yumichika for the first time. His current attire seemed to dredge up memories of their first meeting and did not help to quell the lust that was budding in him for his friend.

All in all, Yumichika was breathtakingly gorgeous, just like the vain man always portrayed himself to be. The man looked both fragile and womanly, but still seemed tough and manly. The image before him sent confusing messages to Ikkaku. It would definitely be hard to keep his hands off the man tonight. He would definitely not be feigning drunkenness tonight. And maybe, just maybe, if he did get drunk enough… This time, he might not be able to stop himself with just a kiss; though he admitted that he did not even want to try to stop himself.

An unfazed Yumichika said, “Let’s go”.

Ikkaku nodded and followed the other man out of the room. Both were lost in their own thoughts and desires. Yumichika tried to forget the sensation of his semi-hard cock and the lust he felt for the white-haired captain, while Ikkaku was trying his best not to pounce on his best friend and to keep his lust buried inside of him. Both knew that they were going to try their best to drink their desires away tonight.

Far away, in a small quarters lying at the center of a pond, the form of a man turned around in his bed. His breathing became quickened as his chest rose and feel rapidly. His mouth opened as a moan leapt out. A bright blush spread across his face while his hips started to squirm. Soft moans escaped from his delicate lips. His skin began to flush as he started to grind his hips towards the open air, his body exposed.

Though the man was sleeping, his cock was obviously aroused and quickly stiffened. As his breathing quickened, it quivered as if wanting to be touched. And just as quickly as it had started, the man seemed to arch his back as his body gave a slight shiver. He came, his cum spewing out from his cock, draining out on his body and covering it.

Though he lay panting, his breathing quickly returned to normal and his body cooled as he laid still. Several minutes later, Ukitake’s eyelids fluttered open. He felt refreshed.

A pink tongue licked his lips. He had had a pleasant dream in which his lover had done some really naughty things to him. His hand absentmindedly strayed to his cock which he assumed was aroused due to the dream. As his fingers touched the placid member, he quickly propped himself onto his elbows to stare at his cock which was not erect. He had expected that after his smutty dream he would have had a very painfully aroused erection, but instead found that he had cum in his sleep.

Smiling pleasantly, he fell back onto the futon. As his fingers traced designs through his cum, he sighed deeply; he wished that his lover was back. If he could cum so quickly from dreaming about the sexy things that that person might do to his body, he wondered how much more he would cum if that person was really there with him.

Biting his lip, he turned over onto his side and stared intently at the side of the room, focusing his eyes on the whitish wall.

He quickly sat up. It would do no good to lie here and mope about. Sliding out of bed, Ukitake let his messy and soiled yukata fall off his body. Walking over to a corner of the room, he found the basin of water that usually was used to cool his temperature. Using a moist cloth, he wiped away the cum and sweat off his pale body.

Patting himself dry, he noted the light blue yukata with subtle butterfly designs scrunched almost hidden in the corner of the room. Smiling, he almost sprinted to the garment. Ukitake grasped the garment and quickly buried his nose deep into the fabric inhaling. The yukata belonged to his lover who had apparently forgotten to take it back after their last tryst together. He quickly slipped it on as a feeling of being close to his lover took a hold of him. He tied an obi around it to hold it closed and slid his bare feet into a pair of zori.

Running a hand through his long white hair to detangle it and fix it, he decided to tie his hair into a ponytail. He found a thin strip of cloth and expertly tied his hair into a ponytail. Sighing, he fixed his bangs as he recalled his lover telling him that his hair looked good in a ponytail because his face seemed to be more visible that way.

A sad feeling settled down on him. Quickly, he gave used both his hands to give his cheeks a slight slap as if to wake himself up. He needed to forget about that person right now, otherwise he was going to sink into a depression. He should be happy that he wasn’t stuck in bed. Making up his mind, he decided to go drinking, hoping that some alcohol might do the trick of making him forget his most precious person.

Unknown to the captain, a set of eyes drank in the scene, watching him intently. Things were starting to get interesting.

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