Nun and his Hooker Series

Title: Nun and Hooker Series
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Kink: Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Byakuya Kuchiki x Zaraki Kenpachi
Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: I neither own Bleach nor Byakuya and Zaraki [sadly ):] and don’t get any money for writing this fanfiction.

Warning:
English is not my mother tongue – I am still studying it.

Author Notice: I apologize for the long wait. I actually have already written down some chapters, but I simply could not get myself to post anything anymore. For one year has been looking now like Kenpachi can only be used as a raper in ffs and this kinda.. ruined my mood completely. I do not understandhow people get that idea, because even during his crazy fights he stays respectful and fair.
These last days I have read the reviews you people gave me though. I just had to take up writing again. I just want to thank you ALL for taking the time to review. It really does mean a lot to me.


Age Difference and Protectiveness


„Want more sake, Zaraki-chaaaan?“ the older man drawled and leaned closer. “Ummm sure.” the taller man muttered and handed over his cup. Shunsui hummed a tune while filling it before handing it back to Zaraki. “Here you go~~” he sing-sang, hiccuped and refilled his own cup before taking a long swing from the bottle. Kenpachi bit back a smirk while Nanao rolled her eyes and shook her head. Her Taichou will definitely never learn any form of manners. “Soooooo Zaraki-chaaan.” the man continued, leaned even closer and wrapped an arm around the other's shoulders. “Say how are you doing?” The taller one clicked his tongue and shrugged his shoulders before emptying his cup. “Like always.” he muttered and continued watching his daughter, who was busy abusing some of his drunken men. “Dawwwwwww...” Shunsui said and hugged the other closer. “Still no lady-friend?” “Taichou! Stop it!” Nanao barked at him and raised her book in warning. Kenpachi simply shook his head. “I don't need one.” “Oh I am sure you do.” the 8th Captain said and pulled him even closer. “Or you get all stiff like Nanao. Hey. Why don't you two do it?” Immediately his head made contact with the book his VC threw at him while Zaraki simply move a palm over his forehead. “That...that's not funny Taichou!” the woman shrieked – a bright blush covering her cheeks. “It would not work anyway.” came Yumichika's happy voice from behind. “Eh?” Shunsui raised an eyebrow in question before moving back into position. Zaraki's back stiffened and he glared darkly at the 5th Seat, who let himself down next to him. “Ah.” that one said and waved the 8th Captain off. “Not so important.” “B...but what is it? Tell meeeee.” Shunsui said drunkenly and moved even closer, his arm now around the other captain's waist. “Damn't Yumiiii. Now u made that guuuuy all curiouus.” said Ikakku drunkenly, hiccuped and stood shakily in front of them. “S... seriously no...now. W...We swear to d..drunk that.. that the capt'n isn't gay.”

Yumichika had not even time to gasp in shock as Kenpachi already moved forward and punched the bald man straight in the jaw – sending him flying.

“Look Ken-chan! Look! A shooting star! Now we can wish for something.” Yachiru chirped, not caring that said shooting star was screaming in pain.

The tall captain was still starring enraged at the spot the 3rd Seat was standing at. He could not believe it. How drunk must the other have been?
“Dawwwww.” Suddenly he felt arms wrapping around his waist – stealing his breath away. “Don't feel bad Zaraki-chan. I am open for everything.”
“How nice.” the 11th captain muttered and turned around, trying to pry off the hands of the other, but that one just held onto him either. “If you want we two can have some fun and get you to relax.” the older man whispered while he hands moved downward. “Uhhhh” immediately Zaraki wrapped his hands around the other's wrists. “No. Um... no I don't need that.” “Dawwww come on. I am rather good in bed.” the man purred and wriggled his eyebrows. Before Kenpachi had time to reply a thick book once more made contact with the 8th Captain's head. The man groaned, let go and fell backwards – out cold.

“I apologize Kenpachi-taichou.” the woman said, slightly breathless, and pushed her glasses back up. “I think we shall leave now.” Then tall mad nodded and watched Nanao gripping her captain by the collar and pulling him with her.

-

Sighing dramatically the tall man closed the door behind himself before letting the captain cloak fall to the floor.

“Had fun?” asked a very cold voice.

Zaraki looked towards the bed on which Byakuya was sitting in the darkness. “Eh. It was alright.” he muttered and rubbed his eye.

“I am sure it was.” he lover said icily.

Okay... he was slow, but even he noticed that Byakuya was more than just pissed off. “What's wrong?” he muttered, crossed his arms and leaned against the door.

“Oh you tell me.” the smaller man said, stood up and walked towards him. Once he was right in front of his lover the glared up at him. “What have you been doing with Kyouraku?” he asked coldly and gripped the taller man's chin in a tight grip.

Kenpachi snarled and slapped the hand away; glaring now too. “I have no clue what you are talking about.”
“He had been touching you, and you have not stopped it.” Byakuya growled.
“What?” Zaraki asked confused, before finally understanding what the other man was talking about. “Have you been stalking me?”
“I thought Ikkaku was getting close.” The Kuchiki heir continued as if he heard nothing. “But it seems like you are getting overly friendly with the captain of the 8th.”
Zaraki laughed coldly and moved past Byakuya. “I don't have to defend myself.” he growled and glanced back at him. “I have done nothing wrong. Now either you will continue blaming me for something I did not do and I will leave or you will shut your trap and we go to bed.”
Surprisingly enough his lover did not say anything anymore and so he walked into the bathroom to make himself ready for bed.

-

“I was not stalking you.” Byakuya said as soon as Kenpachi entered the bedroom again, moving a towel through his wet hair. “I merely was looking what was keeping you so long.” The tall man said nothing, but placed himself on the bed. “And I was not cheating. You know Shunsui. He has his hands on everybody. Actually – I think he is most likely currently annoying Nanao.” he muttered and the 6th Captain chuckled. “True. I apologize.”

Zaraki smiled slightly, nodded and then threw the towel towards the bathroom door.
…
“Did you have to do that?”
“W...what have I done wrong now?” the tall man asked confused.
Byakuya sighed annoyed and walked over to the door, picking up the cloth and folding it up. “You may be used to living like a pig, but I do have my standards.” he said coldly.
“Shut up, ass.” Kenpachi said and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“Learn some manners, rat.”
“Rat?” the 11th captain muttered and stood up angrily. “Stop giving me names. You are not better in any way than me.” he growled.
“I am.” his lover said bluntly. “I have manners, I am rich, I certainly do know my family, I have a far better upbringing and I don't behave like a maniac oaf all the time.”
Zaraki took a step back and breathed in deeply. “Oh yes? I am the maniac oaf, but my men at least respect me. Your men hate you, your men are afraid of you. Hell... your fukutaichou is afraid of you... your SISTER is afraid of you. You clan does not give a shit about you and your oh so good upbringing must certainly have flaws because you clearly lack manners. Otherwise...” He paused to lick over suddenly dry lips. “You would not treat people who care about you that way.” He stated quietly before picking up his things and leaving the room. “I don't want you to talk with me.” He growled. “Not before you learned how to behave.”
That said he moved back to his own Division barracks – leaving Byakuya standing alone in his bedroom.

-

He seriously hated doing paperwork, especially when he could concentrate even less than usual. Byakuya and him had got in more and more fights lately. Usually they ended with the smaller man completely raging [he was actually quite proud of the fact that he was the only one who got such a raise out of the usually stoic 6th Division Captain] and him staying calm until the storm was over. But now he was the one who ended a fight. He was the one who simply left.
Were the falling apart now?

He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. He hadn't had any kind of sleep these last two nights – worried what was happening now. He was more than just horrible when it came to relationships. Hell – he never really had one to begin with. Zaraki sighed. What would happen now? Would they break this off? Did he want to break this off? He really had grown more and more tired of the fights they had, but... he still loved that fool. This stupid, arrogant, self-loving, honest, strong man. He could feel a headache approaching.

“Ken-chan?”

He looked into worried, honey-brown eyes before shaking his head slightly. “What is it?” he muttered.
“You alright?”
“Of course I am.”
The girl continued to stare at him for some moments before nodding slightly. “Wanna go for a walk?”
A walk? Yes, that would probably do him some good now. Besides... his lover was on a mission anyway. He could ponder over their relationship later. “Sure.” he answered and stood up, following the little girl outside.

-

Never before had Zaraki left. It actually took Byakuya thirty minutes to finally move from his spot and sit down on the bed. No matter how much he raged and no matter what he threw at the other man's head – he always took it silently – sometimes throwing in sarcastic remarks, but... never before had the taller one taken action.

And the worst thing was that he was on a mission now. Why now? He needed to talk with Kenpachi even though he had absolutely had no clue what he should tell him. So far they had all solved their fights by simply ignoring them. They raged and right after that were cool with the other again, but they never talked about it. They pretended nothing happened. Byakuya sighed and rubbed a hand over his forehead. But this time was different, this time Kenpachi left enraged. He did not know how to handle this. Maybe he really should stop bringing up their differences. Zaraki was strong, loyal and even though he did not like to show it – very caring. He really had no right to hold his past up against him, especially because he did not like it either.

He sighed once more and sat back – leaning against a tree trunk. Everything was so much easier with Hisana. The woman was soft spoken and calm. She always kept silent and did not get him to behave like a brat. Actually, nobody managed that, not even Yoruichi anymore, besides Zaraki. The woman was so gentle and never talked back and... maybe it was time to end all of this.

-

It was the 4th day already that Byakuya was gone. Either it was an actually big mission or... the other man took longer on purpose. He sighed heavily and continued to look out at his garden – laying on the floor in the middle of his room. He seriously hated himself for being so... emotional. He had this dreadful feeling in the pit of his stomach and... and felt like crying. Never before had anybody made him feel this way. “Oh kami.” he chocked out. “I am pregnant.” He groaned and rolled onto his stomach. This stupid, horrible man made him depend on him. In his whole existence he was lonely and now he was obsessed like a fucking fangirl. But he just could not deny it... even though they had fights he felt.. good when he was with the other. It was not this stupid fluffy feeling people get when being in love, or however they described it. No, it was by far better. They were being down to earth. They never had this “dating time” - they simply fell into place – as if they meant to be with each other. They were not overly affectionate, they simply did not need it. When the time called for it or when they had the feeling the other was troubled [and by the time they spent together they already knew when the other was feeling unwell] they did not mind showing their feelings, but otherwise it was not needed. Their relationship was completely sober. No hearties, pink glasses or other cheesy things. It is as if they never had to go through this stupid romantic time, because they from start on already held each other in high respect and... were mature enough?

Zaraki rolled onto his back and let out a frustrated sigh.

Every day they would wake up – in bed together. He would never dare to tell it anybody, but he loved those moments. Waking up in a bed that smelled of both of them, having the warmth by your side. It were these moments when he felt completely at home. After they kissed each other he would either leave to his Division and get ready or when they stayed at his place he would get ready there while Byakuya left for his home. During the day they would usually stay parted. Though there were already times when they just had to see each other, be it because of their need or simply because to annoy the other – they just wanted to spent time together. Otherwise he stayed at his Division; training his men, bothering himself with Ikkaku and Yumichika or simply playing with Yachiru. In the evening they would meet up again, all three of them, and have dinner together. Then he usually would get Yachiru to bed. After that they would usually just be together. Be it reading something, talking about their day, watching a film [to be honest – he was never really interested in this human shit. But it felt really nice laying together on the couch, dozing off] and then moved to the bed. Of course they had sex, fuck, they had a lot of sex, but that was nice too. Damn nice – it was hot. After, well yes – there was no other way to say it, worshiping each other they cuddled close until they fell asleep.

Now he let out a defeated groan. Yes, yes they had many fights. But really now – it was more their stubbornness and passion that made them do it and wasn't it that exactly that kept them together? It was who they were and how it went for them.

No. Even though he did not like those names, he would not want to give up all the times he had with Byakuya.

-

The 5th evening already and by now he was not so sure if he could really end it. Simply because he really started to miss the other. He did not know how it happened, or why but... he was not used to be without him. He was always there. Even when one of them had to go on a mission – they always KNEW the other would be there, waiting for them at home and welcoming them back. And now he didn't even know if there was a “us” a “we” and it left such a bad taste in his mouth that he was close to vomiting.

Byakuya closed his eyes and leaned back. Yes, it really was so much easier with Hisana. But Zaraki was not Hisana. And that made everything with him so... exciting, challenging, spicy. While Hisana supported him by standing silently at his side, Zaraki did it with meeting him face on. He made him see things which he would prefer to ignore, but simply could not. Yet he knew that no matter what he did in the end, Zaraki would support him – even if that meant not standing silently behind him, but taking action. Kenpachi was calm too, even though he would never let others see. The man behaved like a beast on the battle field – euphoric and loud, but that was all about it. People were so scared by this that they did not notice at all that it was all just show. If people would just take a look at him when he was actually not fighting. He supported his men, trained them to help them survive on the battlefield. He partied with them, though always at a distance. He let nobody come too close – not even Madarame and Ayasegawa. The only one who was allowed to come close was Yachiru, for who he cared deeply. Their relationship was so deep, trusting and... adorable. It was true, he too made the mistake, but that changed, because Zaraki let him see. By far not as much as he wanted – he was still curious about the man's past – but already more than he let others.
he man supported him, caught him, sheltered him.
The man loved him.

His lips trembled and he looked at his shaking hands. Their fights were annoying but... to a certain degree they were fun too.
A smirked tugged in the corners of his lips. It was just one part of the big fire between them, made them feel alive and so real.
No.
Zaraki was by far not Hisana.
But he could not afford losing him – ever.

-

The sixth day was beyond horrible. Not only was he missing his lover and ready to do anything to stop their fight, no, he was fucking horny.

“Damn him to hell and back.” Zaraki muttered and let his head fall on his desk. He hadn't slept since they had their fight and now, now that itch, for there was no other word to call it, started deep inside him. He let out a long groan and placed a hand over his covered hard on. Why must he always be tortured like that?

“Ummm Taichou?”
He looked up and glared at the man who entered his office. “What do you want here?”
The other man looked at the ground and shifted his feet. “I wanted to ask if you wanted to have a match.” he answered at last and shrugged his shoulders.
“And why would I want to spend time with you of all people?”
“Look Taichou. I am really sorry for what happened.”
The tall man sighed and stood up. Slowly he walked over to Ikkaku, who did not know where to look – but in the end decided to meet the glare straight on, and placed a hand on his tense shoulder. “Let's have a match.” he said smirking. Immediately the bald man smirked back, nodded his head and followed his captain outside on the training field.

…

The match was actually a good one. He could not deny that he had fun, especially when his other men joined in. No matter how manly they all were, they still did everything to cheer each other up. He was truly thankful that he had them. But even though he hoped that the match would put him to sleep he just could not get his mind to rest. Sighing he sat up and moved a hand through his loose hair. It would just not work. He stood up, wrapped his sleeping kimono tighter around himself and then walked out on the porch. It was a beautiful night. Truly beautiful. He closed his eyes shortly, took in a deep breath and then went on his way over to the Kuchiki Mansion.

Quietly he slithered into Byakuya's bedroom and immediately tugged himself under the covers on the bed – taking in another deep breath. Oh this was wonderful. The wrapped the blankets tighter around himself and relaxed. He did not know he had been this tense all over the week. But this stopped as soon as his hard on made itself known again. He groaned and pressed his face into the pillows. He really could not do this now, could he? But... he was already aching and... and the itch deep inside him also still had not left him. He let out another groan and moved his right hand under his kimono, wrapping it around his hot, hard flesh.

He moaned loudly and pressed down his fingers some more, starting a low pace. His breath quickened as his finger rubbed teasingly over the slit of his cock before moving his hand faster up and down. Oh kami this was good, but by far not enough. He let out a defeated groan and laid his head back in his neck as precome made it even easier for him to move his hand up and down. But not enough. Just not enough. And especially nothing close to what the other man always made him feel.

With difficulty he let go of his aching flesh and slowly sat up. He moved out of the bed and kneed down. He let out another groan and got out the box from under the bed. Quickly he opened it and got out the tool he thought he would never use. He scoffed. The other would surely get an ego-boost out of that. He threw it on the bed and opened the drawer to get out the lube. Carefully he slid down the kimono until it pooled around his feet before moving onto the bed once more. He sat himself against the headboard – pushed his heels in the mattress and spread his legs widely before relaxing back and closing his eyes. Slowly his right hand stroked through his own hair, making him moan, before it slowly glided down over his neck, further down until it reached his nipple, playing with it. In the meantime his left hand was busy stroking up and down his inner thigh, making him move his hips forward and moaning loudly. It felt so good to be touched again – even if it was only him. Slowly his left hand moved upward, stroking over a well muscled stomach before starting to play with the other nipple. He stroked around it before tweaking it between his fingers; making him moan loudly once more. His right hand let go of its twin. Quickly he gripped the bottle of lube and opened the cap before squeezing a puddle onto the bed. He covered three of his fingers in it and moved his hand then towards his opening. His heartbeat quickened – knowing what he was about to do. Slowly he circled his puckered entrance with one of his fingers before entering it to the first knuckle. A shiver went through him as he let out a wailing moan. Just not enough. He entered the finger completely, not sure what to think of the feeling. “Damn this man.” he moaned and started to finger around until he finally found his sweet spot. He let out a sharp cry and the back of his head connected with the headboard of the bed. “Oh by kami.” he moaned and entered a second finger – scissoring them. He teased himself some more, knowing Byakuya would do so too, before entering a third finger. Now his patience was running more than just thin. He hurried up and removed his fingers, letting out a groan, before picking up the dildo. He looked at it warily. It was long and thick, yet did look nothing like a dick. Especially the colour was a turn off – who wanted to put something green up their arse? But by now he just wanted the itch, this damn itch to go away. Quickly he covered the tool with lube before placing it in front of his opening. He took in a deep breath before entering it in a swift move. He groaned and his eyes closed once more. Slowly he moved it around until he found the spot within himself once more. Immediately he wrapped his free hand around his dipping erection and started to move the dildo in a hard and fast pace. His legs spread even farther and he started to move his hips up and down – but it was not enough. Tears started to run down his cheeks. Fucking not enough.

…

He sighed tiredly and rubbed his eyes. He actually wanted to visit Zaraki and talk with him, even though it was late. After he came to his decision he made sure to run home even faster – he needed to save what could be saved. But the man was not in his room. He really did not feel like searching now though. He would get some sleep and corner the other man tomorrow morning. Quietly he opened the door to his room, ready to enter when a moan made him look up.

His breath left him completely, his eyes widened and he actually had to take a step back. He was awestruck. He came home, expecting nothing. Now he was home and his lover was fucking himself on his bed. Immediately every coherent thought left him – the blood needed somewhere else. He blinked a few times – still not believing what he actually saw.

Zaraki was sitting up, leaning against the headboard, head thrown back and legs spread widely – giving him a good view of the hand between them – moving the thick object in and out in a hard pace while the other hand was busy bumping his cook. The man moaned loudly as tears were running down his face and hips moved as if out of control. His hands seemed to suddenly move faster and with a loud “Kuya” slipping of his lips he let himself go and covered the bedsheets with his cum. The tall man relaxed back, panting heavily and let his hands fall to his side.

The noble had trouble swallowing – his mouth was suddenly so dry. Still fixed on the erotic scene in front of him he quietly undressed before silently walking up to the other. He had to touch the man. He had to touch his lover. He kneed on the the mattress and kissed the open mouth before Zaraki had the chance to act. At first his lover stiffened and for a moment he feared that he would kick him out of the bed, but then long arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him in closer. He licked inside the open mouth; couldn't get enough of the taste while his hand moved between the long legs, gripped the dildo and moved it in and out again. The tall man moaned in the kiss and pushed himself closer. The sweat made the other man slip nicely against him and having to watch that scene earlier... he let go of the lips and moaned loudly before looking down at his lover. “Damn you idiot.” “You are home early.” “Well I wanted to talk with you and now I have to see this and...” “And?” “And I am going to fuck you now.” Immediately the arms tightened around his shoulders and Zaraki rubbed his face against Byakuya's neck. “Oh yes please. Oh yes. This itch has to go away. Make it go away.” The smaller man groaned, removed himself from the gorgeous body, and placed himself between the legs. He quickly picked up the bottle of lube and spread to lotion on his aching flesh before moving the other's hips on his lap and entered him in one swift move. Both men groaned loudly. He placed Zaraki's legs over his shoulder and placed his arms on either side of the other's head before moving fast in and out of the willing body writhing under him.

“Oh yes! Oh yes. Fuck me harder.” the man shouted and gripped Byakuya's arms – holding onto him tightly. “Oh fucking shit! You are fucking Kuchiki Byakuya for heaven's sake. Move your damn hips. Oh kami! Fuck me harder. Do it you whim!”
The noble chuckled before moving even faster; his own eyes close to rolling back in his head. The other man's body did it every time for him. The way he moved under him, the tightness... he could not get enough. Never. He leaned down and licked the long neck, which was immediately offered to him. “Seems like somebody really missed me.” he groaned amused in the others ear before biting on the lobe. Zaraki whined before moving up against him. “Oh kami yes. Oh please don't leave again.” he wailed – the pleasure making his head go all fuzzy. “I won't.” Byakuya said genuinely. “I won't let you go. Ever. Something like this will not break us apart. We are stronger than that.” he muttered and moved his hips even harder against the other's ass, while one of his hands slithered between their bodies and wrapped itself around Zaraki's dick – moving it in pace. Zaraki let out a shout – his eyes opening widely. “I love you, Zaraki.” he breathed out and closed his eyes. “I... I love you too!” the tall man shouted before his back arched and he came once more – covering their stomachs. The noble could not hold back anymore and let himself go too – moaning loudly in the outher's ear before letting himself fall onto him.

Both men had their eyes closed and and were panting heavily. Once he had some of his strength back Zaraki wrapped his arms around the smaller man's waist – holding him even closer. The noble removed the legs from his shoulders and kissed his neck once more. “I... I am sorry. About what I said.” he whispered tiredly. “It's fine.” Zaraki muttered and took in a deep breath. “That's who we are. I piss you off about your zanpakuto and you make fun of me.” He shrugged slightly and smirked. “I wouldn't want you to change in any way.” Byakuya chuckled. “I wouldn't want to change you either. No matter what I say. Know that.” “I do know that.” They looked at each other and kissed softly before laying back down, finally falling asleep – still holding each other.