What She Needs

Hello Hello! Not enough reviews...so no smut for you....but you get a pretty decent plot one so I guess it's a fair trade. Anyway this is probably the one story that's giving me the most trouble out of all the stories and I wrote a lot if you include my Naruto section. I just don't feel very comfortable with this thing as a whole so I'd appreciate your feedback.
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Nanao what do you want with 11th Division? There isn’t a single gentleman there. Is this a mistake, Is this belt someone else’s that has nothing to do with Nanao? Disgusted with himself, Kyoraku left her room quickly and made his way out in search of a much needed drink.

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This has to be a dream, I’m dreaming…

Matsumoto was dreaming that had to be it, she decided as she hung from a large purple tree in the middle of nowhere as Hisagi moved towards her with a raging erection jutting from between his legs but he disappeared and suddenly it was Ikkaku who pressed against her naked body. His hands were firm but soon enough he morphed into another man and it was the large body of Zaraki Kenpachi who thrust harshly between her legs and into her body making her scream with pleasure.

Arching awake, Matsumoto panted and blinked rapidly up at her ceiling as she tried to calm her racing heart. Kenpachi…huh? Remembering her dream and the vivid feeling of him within her, she blushed lightly Maybe I should go after him? He’s certainly attractive enough for me, would he want me? She wondered as she rolled out of bed to start the day.

“Damn it! I’m late again”

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Nanao sighed awake alone in Ikkaku’s bed as the full morning sun hit her face. Blinking slowly the realization of the bright sunlight had her up in a jolt.

“DAMN IT” she seethed I’m so late she threw on her clothes and shunpo-ed back to her division.

Kyoraku was again sitting behind his desk bright and early as he felt his lieutenant return, his dark mood intensifying with his headache, his fist clenched around his report crinkling the sheets of paper.

Quickly throwing her hair up as she ran, Nanao reported to her captain hoping he wouldn’t make fun of her forever for her extreme tardiness.

“I’m so sorry taicho I woke up late and it won’t happen again!” Nanao spoke quickly with a bowed head as she stood in front of his desk. The 8th Division captain looked slowly up from his papers as he schooled his features but one look at his Lieutenant had emotions warring within his head. Nanao stood bowed but her breasts were curving seductively between the folds of her top, her tight kosode let him see the dark marks on her neck. She looked so tempting and yet desire flooded with anger within him again, warring in his head..

Those marks. Some man had sucked them, bit them into her skin, made her moan under him. Shaking his head he muttered “ Fine” as he once again left the building, the anger boiling low in his body began to intensify as unbidden, images of her face twisted with pleasure, her body prone beneath another man filled his mind.

Stop this Kyoraku!

Eyeing the sudden departure of her captain curiously she looked down at herself before blushing deeply. To appear before her captain dressed so scandalously, no wonder he had left. She sighed probably didn’t like the view or else he would have said something she quickly changed clothes only to return to her desk sadly as she thought of her captain’s silent reaction to her. Sure it wasn’t on purpose but the captain that she knew would have made some ecchi comment or at least expressed approval at her cleavage but he hadn’t, in fact he had left the room without any teasing words about her lateness. For him to leave without even a passing comment spoke volumes. Looking down at her pile of papers, Nanao was filled with a sense of rejection that hurt much more than it should have

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Renji worked at double speed flying through all of his paperwork quickly for once in his entire life and bid good bye to his captain before leaving the office. His body taut and contained, his reiatsu reeking of excitement and apprehension. Watching his lieutenant go, Byakuya shrugged his shoulders elegantly and returned to his own work. Whatever business his lieutenant had it was none of his concern.

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Rukia moaned in pain as she gingerly clutched at her head. Her temples pounded, echoing loudly in her ears as she drank another glass of water with some pills Matsumoto had given her. But she smiled despite her throbbing head, that dream had been wonderful. She blushed as she remembered…Renji had kissed her back and held her in his arms. She had awoken with it fresh in her mind, her body tingling with the phantom feeling of his arms around her and decided then and there that the next time she saw him she would kiss him, except of course not in front of anyone else, she grinned sheepishly as she winced, her head throbbing painfully, blissfully unaware of last night.

Renji bounded out of his Division excitedly as he searched for Rukia. After last night she would probably be fighting a hangover and be either at 13th Division or 4th. He tried hers first.

Unbeknownst to the redheaded lieutenant, a figure crouched in the shadows of 13th Division. His lopsided unblinking gaze staring through the window.

KyOKa…..wHAT do You THInk….I….WAnt..hER…..I……NeED…HEr…..

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Renji easily entered into the 13th Division and sought out Rukia. Finding her in her room, he suddenly froze unsure of how to act, blushing as dark as his hair as he came face to face with an equally blushing face. He wondered if she remembered last night.

“Um hi Renji” she said nervously as she stepped towards him, her blush intensifying as Renji swallowed hard. He wanted to kiss her but now in the light of day facing her, it was an entirely different story. Seeing him blushing Rukia cleared her throat softly as she approached him.

Standing directly in front of him, she reached out a shaking hand to grab hold of his uniform. Holding it she tugged him down as she rose up onto her toes pressing her lips against his own. Renji froze up almost dying again as he felt her lips touch his in such a short time. He couldn’t think, couldn’t respond, the gentle press of lips was overwhelming his mind as he tried to focus passed the haze she induced into his brain.

“Kiss me damn it” Rukia muttered against his immobile mouth before the redhead snapped out of it and wrapped his arms around her waist kissing her back. He slanted his mouth against hers before delicately sliding his tongue along the seam of her mouth. Gasping softly at the feeling, she sighed quietly as she felt his tongue slide into her mouth.

Blushing she wrapped her arms around his neck tentatively moving her tongue against his nervously. Renji almost saw stars as he felt her respond. Taking control of the kiss, he played with her tongue as he tugged her flush against him, loving the feeling of her petite body touching his, the feeling of her body in his arms.

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The strange eyes watched them calculatingly studying their reactions to each other, the way he held her, the way he kissed her. He studied Renji with his oddly intense eyes making sure to note everything for when he was ready. He would have this petite woman against him, his eyes growing heavy as he imagined her pretty face slack as his knife cut into her tiny waist, she would forget this lieutenant, under his hands she would forget everything knowing nothing but him, jealousy was irrelevant.

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Rukia gained a little more confidence and pressed herself against Renji, licking her way into his own mouth as she tentatively kissed him back, loving the feeling of his arms around her. Feeling her kiss intensify, Renji’s breath started to get faster as he pushed back into her mouth determined to kiss her until she couldn’t see straight.

His mouth overwhelmed her as he intensified the kiss sweeping into her mouth, he engaged her tongue. Slanting their mouths together, Rukia moaned softly as he overwhelmed her with just a kiss. He swallowed her moan and her inexperience as his heart soared., his arms tight around her, never wanting to let her go.

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The calculating gaze noted Rukia’s inexperience as a slimy tongue licked his broken lips. He would enjoy taking her, enjoy taking her beyond pleasure.

WOmEn I lOVe wOMeN! I loVE tO toUcH tHEm, lOVE To fucK THEm, lovE tO MaKe TheM bLeEd.

After finally freeing himself, Kyoka had spoken to him of her power, her delicious power and he was eager to get his hands on some women to put her to the test.

NoW I jUst hAd to FiND thE peRfeCt tImE tO gET HeR PRefERabLy bEfOrE tHaT lIeUtenANt gOt HIs cOCk InTo hEr.

Two down…

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Renji and Rukia are kissing no that’s not it, they’re eating each other Kiyone thought with a giggle as she watched them from a crack in Rukia’s door. They were so cute together and had been in love for so long that everyone had despaired of them ever getting together. But finally here they were practically devouring each other. Sentaro bumbled up behind her just about to call her a booger when he was unceremoniously yanked forward with a hand over his mouth as Kiyone whispered into his ear “Look! Look! It’s Renji and Rukia!” She giggled as he turned to look through the crack.

His eyebrows creased as he watched them kiss passionately, he’s eyes narrowed as Renji’s hand move from around the brunette’s waist to caress her hips. Rukia arched instinctively into his hands as her own moved to play with his tied back hair.

That bastard was going to--- NOT on my watch Sentaro yanked out of Kiyone’s hold and banged on the door calling loudly “Kuchiki-san taicho needs you to---” just as Kiyone punched him clear across the hall

“YOU MORON! Shut up and go count some boogers!” she yelled angrily as he ruined the moment.

Within the room, Rukia and Renji pulled apart reluctantly breathing a little harder. Renji looked down at her, his lips wet from her mouth. She breathed audibly as she stared up at him with a bright blush on her face.

“Renji I…” he watched her, his heart fluttering in his chest as she started to speak her eyes capturing his intently.

“Kuchiki-san! Taich---” Sentaro tried again calling from the other side of the door.

“Shut up! And DIE!” Kiyone yelled exasperatedly as she dragged him off.

Looking down, Rukia muttered “I’d better go” she glanced up at him coyly before jumping up to plant one last kiss on his lips. Running out of the room, Renji heard her ask Kiyone what her taicho needed. Behind her, Renji grinned full out as he left through the window. He would wait for her later when he would get his pretty brunette and make her moan louder. He smiled to himself remembering her lips against his, unaware of the wide eyes staring passed him into Rukia‘s room.

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The day’s paperwork had been considerably more Nanao grimaced as she finally sorted the finished reports. Her taicho still wasn’t back but he didn’t occupy her mind quite as much as Ikkaku did. She was anxious to finish her reports to get back to him, they had just started this and she could only move forward as desire and pleasure urged her back to Ikkaku’s bed.

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She felt a mouth kiss her neck before trailing down over her chest to kiss a scalding trail across her breasts. Firm hands massaged her waist before moving lower to grip her hips confidently in his hands. His body was over hers, a demanding presence as his mouth played havoc with her senses. She felt those hands move in from her hips to play along her shivering belly before dipping between her legs as if he owned her.

The motion was electrifying as Matsumoto jerked awake in the darkened office, looking around slightly disoriented, she realized she had fallen asleep on her desk, flushing lightly she remembered the dream and knew with certainty that she had been dreaming about Zaraki Kenpachi. What was it about the man that had so quickly gotten under my skin, the other day I was just thinking about approaching him. Why is he so….so present She wondered. After having considered him in a romantic light, she just couldn’t seem to banish the thought.

It had been a long time since she had awoken with such a feeling of need, such a desire for a man, any man. Wrinkling her forehead in thought she decided to go home and sleep on this idea, this vague notion about jumping a certain captain.

Matsumoto stretched and rose unaware of the angular eyes that stared at her hungrily. His mouth was open revealing long teeth as his tongue moved over his lip. I wILl dEfINAtelY hAVe hEr he thought as his large eyes traced the gentle swaying of her heavy breasts, before lowering to take in the curves of her hips.

I WiLL haVE hER! I wIlI cUt Her! He thought excitedly, his body was folded in the shadows, his ghostly pale skin, an unhealthy yellow, his shaggy, dirty hair long and tangled. His rusted chains curved around his kneeling body like an absurd tail. His wide dark pupils larger than normal taking up almost all the whites of his eyes except for a thin white line around them. A wide mouth cut across his face distortedly.

He followed her silently staring at the way her hips moved naturally as she walked intensifying the need he felt burn through him. WhO wiLL Bait hER? I’Ll uSE thAt lIeUtenANT fOr RUKia bUt fOr tHIs oNe? aND foR My dEliCiOUs iSaNE? He settled himself outside her home as he watched her hungrily, staring at her as she begin to strip as she changed clothes. His unchanging stare raking along her body as it came into view and disappeared efficiently.

Rangiku got ready for bed for once not joining a drinking circle but that heat that had awoken her earlier returned with a vengeance. She felt her body tingle with desire and glancing around, a little self conscious, she slipped her hand between the folds of her sleeping robe, she caressed her inner thigh. Letting images of the big 11th Division captain flow into her mind, she gripped her thigh strongly as she thought he would if he was there. Sliding her hand firmly between her legs she played with her entrance confidently as a flush grow over her cheeks.

Her breath came a little heavier as she thought of his hand between her legs. Moving her fingers into her body she pumped them rapidly as her other hand slipped into the top of her robe as she gripped her breast strongly letting herself be immersed in this fantasy.

Outside he watched her, his wide mouth watering as his eyes stared at her as she pleasured herself. His hands tingling as he wanted to touch her large breasts, slide his sword under the full curving skin. Listening intently he soaked up her moans as she lost herself, her hand pumping rapidly between her thighs. She was tensing, her body growing tighter as the pressure increased in her belly until she gasped “Zaraki!” The pressure snapped within her and she came against her hand.

ZaRAkI he purred under his breath, he could see Kyoka cutting her, could taste her blood, feel it splashing against him hotly. He was hardening beneath the tattered cell rags he wore. He cast one last look at her panting face and leapt away, catching sight of another feminine figure jumping across the rooftops, he followed her jerkily, his chains once again held tightly in his almost translucent fist.

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“Shunsui my friend what has you up in knot this way?” Ukitake asked as he watched his friend finish off another bottle of Sake.

“I don’t know Jushiro” he muttered vaguely as he remembered clearly the vivid purple marks on Nanao’s neck.

“Come now there must be a reason, I’ve never seen you so unhappy.” He glanced sideways at his friend concerned while drinking his own cup of sake. They sat together within the 13th Division’s recreation room, around a table. Lanterns casting warm glows around everything as the afternoon ended.

“Shiro” he sighed “I can’t figure it out I caught Nanao…”

Caught Nanao doing nothing, YOU THINK she’s running off at night to have sweet, slow sex somewhere in the 11th Division .

“Ah Kyo” Ukitake grinned “you’re jealous” he spoke calmly reading the body language of his old friend like a book.

“I am not!”

“Then what did you catch our sweet little Nanao doing?” Jushiro asked him wanting to get to the bottom of his best friend’s black mood.

“I didn’t…I think she’s…I don’t know” he fumbled angrily “I just…she seems like she’s…”

“Found a partner somewhere?” Ukitake finished off calmly. “I told you, Kyo I told you to let her go she’s not just another conquest for you.”

“I know that. I would never use her like that” he huffed as he glared down at his sake cup.

“Then what do you want? It’s unlike you to get attached to a woman, even Nanao.” The white haired captain continued intentionally prodding as he poured some more sake for them both.

“I know but she’s been single for so long and I never had to deal with this” Shunsui Kyoraku muttered angrily.

“Even if she did have some attraction for you, you’ve never been serious with her. I’m sure Nanao would never want just a roll in the hay, she’s not that kind of woman.”

“She’s having it now.” Kyoraku growled irritated as he knocked back another drink.

“Have you ever tried to pursue her seriously?” Ukitake made his point as he watched him. Shunsui was his best friend but the man needed to learn to leave some women alone unless he was dead serious about it.

“It’s not that, it’s if I did we’d never be compatible” he spoke morosely and suddenly Ukitake knew exactly what was the problem.

“Have you asked her?”

“No, it’s obvious! I mean just look at her, Jushiro, just look at the woman, she doesn’t have a single aggressive bone in her body. How can we be together for anything more then a night if she’s so passive. I can’t do it, Shiro, I just can’t but I….but I can’t….stop wanting her.” He finished off quietly staring into his sake cup.

“Have you ever thought she might think the same thing? You look pretty calm and passive yourself.” Ukitake noted waiting for an answer.

“Yeah but even I get mad sometimes, I show some fight, I’ve never seen her do so much as…as anything, the woman’s calm even IN a fight.” He spoke unhappily.

“Kyo maybe you should leave her alone then.”

“I can’t Shiro I can’t get her out of my head.” Kyoraku spoke softly as they shared another drink.

“Then you have to talk to her, just try. Maybe you’ll find out she’s more aggressive then you thought. Or maybe the truth from her own mouth with calm you down.” Ukitake suggested reasonably as he advised his friend.

The last time Kyoraku had been this into a woman it had taken him months to break it off and even then it was the woman who did it. The breakup had left his friend in such a pitiful state that Ukitake had been afraid he might never rebound. But he did and after that he tumbled every woman who would have him never even contemplating the word relationship. And here he was again almost in the same state about his lieutenant, the sight was very troubling as he hadn’t seen Nanao ever express romantic interest in her captain.

This could spiral out of control.

“Kyo if you’re not serious about her you could destroy your relationship, you just need to talk to her before anything.” Jushiro advised again worrying for both his best friend and Nanao.
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Just a couple more chapters with Mr. Creepy before he makes his grand debut so hang in there. I'd love to know your critiques/feedbacks/nagging anything really ^_^ Enough reviews and I'll give you some smut...come on...you know you want it...*_*