First Contact - Encounters

Sighing, I closed the pages of Ukitake's dissertation on the development of inter-Society collaboration and cooperation, aware that the man was dreaming of an utopia. When each Society was governed by its own people, there was no possible way for them to give up their advantages for others, regardless of possible benefits. It was a design flaw embedded in every living being, even us: we think of ourselves first. With effort we could, perhaps, overcome that restriction, but I knew it was nigh impossible.

Witness how Ki and I turned out.

I let my mind drift, the late afternoon sun slanting onto the tatami of my bedroom. My new bedroom, one in which I will have to redecorate to rid it of the presence of the previous incumbent. Thank the gods he was finally dead - it certainly took him long enough.

Ghosts and spirits.

The silver-plated brush rest caught my eye. And I knew why I felt bothered.

“Ichimaru Gin,” I whispered, tasting his name on my tongue. The syllables rolled easily; I could feel his taste lingering on the tip. We hadn't kept in touch after that one night. And that had been a deliciously delicate and romantic night – the boy was oddly chaste and demure when we finally got down to it. He was bold and abrasive in his dealings, but in bed... I never knew I could be surprised. Such innocent sensuality he had shown! I still had trouble believing I was his first man, but he assured me that that was the case. What little income he managed to scrounge from his 'duties' back in Rukongai came from his wicked mouth and agile tongue. I had my agents check on him; the boy was free from all political ties but had an emotional attachment to that girl.

I wondered why he pledged allegiance to me. There was no obvious benefit to becoming my faithful, not yet. i also wondered why I didn't dissemble before him. Then again, he would not have fallen for the act. There was hundreds of shinigami i came in daily contact with, some of high rank and some of high birth, but no one ever saw beyond what they wished to see.

Fools.

“Gin...” I mulled over the boy. What were his real intentions? His fear wasn't feigned; I had inspired enough of it in my lifetime to recognize it in my afterlife. But to pick a dark horse over the multiple white knights around...

He was a spy, perhaps. Too well-hidden to be revealed by my agents' searching. Or he was genuinely seeking shelter. He could also be working his own ends, to usurp my place.

I found myself delighting in these thoughts.

“Senpai?” A sweet voice called from the door. It was my current lover, the great-grandniece of Yamamoto. She had pushed the door partly open.

“Come in.” I turned in my seat. The dark-haired girl glided in, her effortless grace captivating in the afternoon lull. I took off my glasses. My smile became lazily seductive. “You look wonderful.”

She blushed when I left my seat abruptly and caught her in my embrace, and her delighted cry swiftly turned into a languorous moan as I slid her belt off and her kimono off her shoulders. Her skin was whiter, richer than the boy's, I realized as I lavished kisses along her collarbone, while her arms looped around my neck. With a grunt I laid her out on the table, wrapping her thighs about my waist, letting her resent the feel of my hakama against her skin. I took her delicate pink bud in my mouth, gently sucking, and her strangled moan drove me to push her further with my tongue.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a flash of silver hair. I licked up the other side of her neck and began plundering her sweet mouth. I shifted position, half-cradling her as I sucked on the soft flesh beneath her chin. Now I sat while she knelt around my hips, and by now her kimono was a rumpled heap on the floor.

One arm snaked about her to shove her back up against my torso, and my right hand tangled its fingers into her soft dark tresses, now directing her to kiss me properly. I glanced out the small gap of the door.

He wasn't peeping. My smile twisted to see that he was lounging against the door, angled just so, that he could see everything and not really be seen by me.

He saw the invitation in my eyes, but shook his head.

Hmmm.

I inhaled with pleasure as she licked my jawline, her slim fingers already working on my nipples.

His lips parted moistly, and a pink tongue ran across his lower lip.

She undid my belt and I let her remove my uniform as quickly as she dared.

He slid an open palm from his neck to his breastbone.

My eyes half-lidded while she ran her hands down my broad chest. Already I was slick with sweat; she licked some of it off her right hand while her left reached between my legs.

His hands slid lower to his abdomen, and a nostalgic smile lit up his sharp features.

I murmured assent when she looked into my eyes, silently pleading for permission. She reached down and positioned herself before she enveloped me with her warmth.

There was a definite gleam in his eyes – not that I could actually see straight by now, as she was grinding her hips into mine, the way I loved for her to do it. My breath was becoming more labored, as was hers; I could taste her perspiration as I buried my head against her neck, her breasts pushing against me.

Was it my imagination that there was a hissed intake of air from the door?

She rode out her climax, uttering her usual soft cry of pleasure when I felt her give. She didn't protest when I flipped her onto her back and continued thrusting furiously into her, my lust now growing further by the gaze of blue-green eyes scorching into me.

She came again, her manicured nails digging into my back and I cursed under my breath as I released. The cursing had stunned her when we first slept together. Then she grew to believe it meant a loss of control, and she had loved to hear the vulgarities tumbling past my lips as I emptied into her.

Gin had been surprised our first time together when I had murmured his name in an endless spiel, as if it were a benediction. And then he had clung to me with an excess of emotion, his eyes glimmering with some unspoken hurt. The way he burrowed into my embrace was almost childlike and yet profoundly sensual.

I cursed again, and she cried out aloud, something she hardly ever did. My girl was modest in her lovemaking, much in keeping with her own character. As we wound down from our passions I slid out of her before cradling her tall, slim form against me.

“Sorry, love,” I whispered and kissed her forehead tenderly, pushing away the tendrils of hair clinging to her sweaty face. Her eyes were wide yet misty, and she was breathing heavily. “I got carried away. Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she kissed me on my lips, urgently repelling everything I had said. “No, no you didn't, senpai. I just... I was just blown away by your...just overwhelmed... by you.”

She had turned red again. I smiled and brushed her forehead with my lips tenderly, stroking her bangs from her wet brow. Her lashes fluttered as she drifted into sleep. Then I laid her out on the floor, covered by her kimono. I turned to the door, unashamed of my nakedness. “Come on in.”

“Won't she wake?”

“It's a kido spell, Gin.” I hid my smile. “Now get here before I use force on you.”