Hisagi-fukutaichou, Shinigami Gigolo

*Disclaimer!* I do not own Bleach or any of it\'s characters. I do own zis plot though. XD If I did own Bleach, I\'d have enough CASH to fix my damn car!

*Notes* Partially inspired by two late nights spent in my little guard booth on the dock, overlooking a the St. John\'s River and Matthews Bridge all lit up at night. *le sigh* So beautiful... so serene! Anyhow, I was a little agitated by the abundance of yaoi and a few others were too (especially the same two characters). Mind you, I have no problem with yaoi but when it outstrips and exceeds the het in volume... well... yeah.

On another note, I drew my own conclusions about Hisagi\'s past and decided to build one of my on around him. Perhaps, when his past is revealed (if it is), I\'ll rewrite to suit the series.

Credited Inspirations: 8 hours of doing not very much at work, the fanfic \"Liar\" by the talented bloodfoxx, and the song \"God Killed the Queen\" by Louis XIV. If you\'ve never heard of it, download it. It\'s funky, sexy, and to the point. Also, thanks to my buddy Igawa for reading it at 10 AM. XD

First chapter is written in Hisagi\'s perspective. Italics are thoughts.

Chapter 1: Lady or the Tiger?

She came to me in a fury but asked for no counsel to soothe her rage. She asked me not for my ability to hear her trouble, only my ability to alleviate it how I had been trained in Rukongai. Her purse opened and she dropped a few coins in the cracked piggy bank that sat obscenely on my trunk o\' miracles at the foot of my bed.

Oddly enough, I\'d known exactly what she wanted and how to handle her the moment she stepped in the door. There was no knock, no consideration that I might have had another woman or man in my chambers. A clue. Her movements were fluid and graceful, her soft curves belying the strength that lie at rest within her but there was a slight jerk to her arm movements. Her fists were clenched and she had fumbled when she sought her purse. Another clue. Her breathing was clippy and uneven, this fact evidenced by the swell of her breasts, her constant swallowing, and her barely audible intake of breath when her mental train of thought derailed unexpectedly. A third clue. My eyes grasped her neck gently. The veins there, fine and delicate when she was at rest, were pulsing noticeably. Another clue, my dear Watson. When she grasped the coins in her purse and pushed them into the pale pink ceramic pig, her poise remained to the untrained eye. To the trained eye, her hand was trembling ever so slightly. Is that so? How fascinating...

I crossed my arms expectantly. Yes, yes, the clues all fit. I had to begin my act now if I was to be worth the coin she deposited so eagerly into my piggy bank. If I did not, she would know my pretense was false. Granted, she knew that my behavior during our encounters was little more than pretense and clever acting but the illusion must never be appearant or realized while it was in motion. In layman\'s terms, it would \"spoil the mood.\". Many things could do this- an errant giggle, a mistimed smirk, even the subtle movement of a hand could cast aside the illusion, tear a hole in the finely woven fabric of blissful deceit that I worked so hard to spin for her every time she called on me, everytime anyone called upon me.

When her powder blue eyes turned up to mine, there was a very slight shimmer to them that would have missed my own dark-eyed scrutiny had it not been for the small oil lamps I had suspended around this particular area in my quarters. Yes, flame will always betray water. Earth will always betray the movement of air. So... he\'s been at it again, eh?

I stayed silent. She was growing more and more transperent by the moment, a woman of flesh and blood evaporating into the wispy ghost that all women become when they show their weakness to another. A breakable mirror of herself that could be dashed to pieces with a lazy strike of one\'s knuckles. Fragile. Though she remained tangible, she was no longer disguising clues to her chaotic state of being. A simple game? I have a far more complicated one planned... and I won\'t take your bait. You know this and I know this.

Still, I said nothing. This was bait from her. She knew of my predatory tendencies and hoped to play on them. Her lure of weakness was enticing but I had far more restraint than she. Her experience and knowledge paled in comparison to mine. We both knew this and yet still she tried. Then again, she could simply be being genuine. This was a possibility. Experience told me it was a ruse. My mind told me it was truth. Let\'s... let time decide the victor.

Her brows knitted slowly as my prolonged silence and level gaze began to wear on her nerves. Her hands twisted at the strap on her purse before hauling her arm back and chucking the handbag at me with an agonized grunt of effort. I knew the purse would become a projectile merely by keeping my eyes on hers. They were a faltering periwinkle blue one second and then the rage that had been eating her when she came in snapped to life and the veil was lifted on the fire within. It sparked, I saw it, and reacted accordingly by not moving a single muscle. In her fury, her aim was off and the purse sailed harmlessly into the room beyond my shoulder. The bamboo shoot beaded curtain rattled loudly, sounding louder to our ears than usual. The purse landed somewhere beyond the curtain, out of sight and out of mind for the rest of the night.

Tell me more, Rangiku...

She\'d taken a step towards me when she hurled the purse but it was only to add momentum to the throw. She did not care to advance on me just yet but I had a cue to follow. I lifted my chin slightly and tilted my head just a bit to one side. I was looking down on her right now, my expression cold and etched in stone. Timed and executed perfectly.

Now for the assessment of who was in control. I could never tell if she liked this part or dreaded this part. It was one thought she\'d managed to disguise from me very well. Whether I liked this part or not was irrelevent. I was merely an actor in a lead role following the script as it moved through the moments around us.

Her eyes narrowed to slits and she came at me with a hand ready to slap the hell out of me. My silence always unnerved her and unravelled her. No, no, this would not do. My move would be made here and I made it, sparing not a thought towards my action, nor the cornsilk-haired recipient of such an action.

My left hand caught her wrist and slapped her hand from making contact with my skin. I pulled the now harmless hand up just above my head and reached my right fist across my face. In the same instant, I brought it across her face in a hard arc. The back of my fist struck her cheek with such force that the smack of our meeting skin was punctured with a soft yelp from my fairer companion. Her head snapped to my right and her knees went weak for a second. A sharp tug on her wrist that I still held prisoner fixed that problem. Strike one.

Hmm... should I say something now? An insult? Something derisive? Something degrading? No, no, there was much degradation that was going to occur but too much of a good thing would quickly make one tire of it. I had but a second to think and I decided on my stony silence.

\"Shuu... Shuuhei,\" she whimpered.

Tut tut. Strike two, Rangiku. Her head stayed down, the golden mass of hair obscuring her face. There might be a bruise. There might not. That was not my concern. Then she stepped against me, one foot between my feet, her hips pushed shyly against mine. Her free hand wandered into the side slit of my hakama to touch my bare thigh. A gentle touch, but then one that turned into vicious claws that turned my thigh red and drew thin lines of blood across my skin. I narrowly avoided a knee to my balls.

Strike three.

I spun her around quickly, using the captured wrist as an axis. This same wrist was shoved roughly up her back while my right arm crossed her shoulder and gripped her throat tightly. The more I pulled on her arm, the more her supple body bent back against mine to alleviate the pain. I pushed her head back onto my shoulder with my hand clamped tightly around her neck. Her breasts were heaving beneath my elbow but it was nothing remotely special.

\"Tsk tsk...\" I said.

She struggled but not very hard. In this manner, I walked her to the edge of my bed up by the nightstand and pushed her down against it. She saw a chance to get free and threw her free hand up just as I was about to put my knee on her wrist and pin it to her back. The free hand formed into a fist and caught me sharply against the jaw. My teeth clamped down on the side of my tongue and I tasted blood. Must have been very bad, Rangiku, for you to tempt me like this. Oh, the 4th Division would be seeing us in the morning...

My reaction was fast and swift. My left hand was occupied with her pinned wrist so my right crossed over and nailed her on the other cheek. Her head snapped to the right as my fist made contact with her left cheek. Her head hit the soft black silk comforter of my bed and I could see a pinkish shine on her teeth- a mixture of saliva and blood. The blow left her dazed for a moment as her vision swam a bit. Still, all was fair in S&M.

Her moment of passivity gave me a chance to dig into my nightstand. I knew what I was looking for and it\'s location and withdrew the item almost immediately from the cherry wood nightstand. The drawer slid open with a faint hiss and slid shut with a faint hiss and a little push from my knuckles. Heh, so gentle with an inanimate object and cruel to the angel I had pinned under my knee and wrist.

Her left hand, which had fallen on the comforter after my strike, clutched at the silk as she shook her head a little to clear it. By then, I\'d already gotten the collar under her neck. I shifted a bit so my knee pinned her wrist directly. Buckling the precious collar would be a two-handed operation unlike most things in life.

She wriggled underneath me as her vitality and her fighting spirit returned. They returned as soon as she felt the rough leather around her neck- left and returned at FAR too convenient times. You were faking that, Rangiku. You know where I keep your collar. Now, give me another clue... Almost as if she could hear my thoughts, her frantic struggles reduced to a slow, rolling movement as she stared straight ahead.

Since her face was turned away, I knitted my eyebrows in slight confusion. She was so chaotic tonight. Reading her was getting harder by the moment. What script are you following? It was strange, watching her roll between being the feral cat I knew her to be on one hand and the shy, passive young woman who loved soft, romantic gestures from me, even if all they were was an illusion to ease her pain on the other. Are you not sure what you want from me? Shall I decide for you?

Mind you, I am the manwhore of the Gotei 13. Hisagi \"Cock for Hire\" Shuuhei. Yeah, that\'s me. I don\'t know how I fell into the \"cock for hire\" part. Might have had something to do with some women jokingly putting coins in that absolutely obscene piggy bank that I keep for some unknown and godforsaken reason. And I say obscene because it has this huge, happy ass grin on it\'s huge ceramic head, big blue eyes, and legs that are far too short to have properly supported a real life hog with the same dimensions and barrel of a belly. And these women would just throw money in there.

Started when I was a Seated Officer, fresh out of the Academy. I was happy in the fact that I had slept with half of the graduating class of my year and to date, no one has beat my record. Then there was that damn pig. I\'d kept it since my bordello days as a little boy ripe for the raping in a seedy district of Eastern Rukongai. Okay, so I advanced as a manwhore and was quite content in my satyrism (I still am). See, I was popular because of not only skill, but my ability to give exactly what was needed by my partner or partners without them having to say it. Being able to read people. To be able to fuck someone is one thing. Any animal could do it. I had it down to an art form.

My art was faltering with Rangiku though. There was always a sign of which direction she would go- passive or aggressive- and she fluctuated between the two so quickly and deliberately that it left me wondering and trying to figure her out. It was easy in the beginning but all bungled now!

Can\'t make up your mind? Fine, I\'ll do it for you.

Still, I had the collar buckled. Again, I reached for my nightstand and opened the drawer. I caught her watching me but said nothing. I dug around for a moment and then found it when my fingers brushed against it. Gripping the leather strap on one end, I slowly withdrew the long chain, pulling it out of the drawer slowly so every link clinked against the silver trim on the drawer. I drew it low out of the drawer and let the cool metal slide across her neck, my hand slowly turning and wrapping the chain around my hand. It was a long chain you see, with a special clip on the end that connected to the front of the collar.

Now, to leash the kitty.

I could try and flip her but that ran the risk of her escaping and we couldn\'t have that, now could we? My eyes feel on that pink sash she wore around her shoulders perpetually and an idea came to me that was so delicious in it\'s simplicity that my groin fluttered gleefully. Oh yes... to use this, it would no doubt smack her psyche like a heavyweight boxer against a grandma in a wheelchair. Yes, yes...

With the chain-wrapped hand, I reached through the circle made by her arm and side, feeling around for the end of the sash. It was trapped between one of her breasts and the comforter. Carefully, I wriggled my fingers between the two soft and squishy objects and grasped the sash end with my middle and index finger. Bending my head, I pulled it up and grasped it between my teeth while my chain-hand scooted the sash off her shoulder, along her elbow, and over her forearm to her wrist that I held captive. In a flash, I had tied it tightly against her wrist.

Her eyes flew open. I know they did because they always do when she is shocked. Her struggles renewed but now it was easier. I caught her free hand and made it prisoner to me in her own pink sash. I wound the sash a bit around her wrists- makeshift cuffs. It was cute. Yeah, I said cute.

She whimpered a little and turned her head to look at me. My now free hand reached up and wound it\'s way into her golden locks. Gently at first, eliciting a cautious smile from her. I would not return the smile and my kind hand turned hard, twisting her hair painfully and yanking her head back. My knee was still on her back so it took a bit of an arch on her part to get her right where I wanted her.

The ring that the chain clipped onto shone bright in the lamplight as I bared her throat to the closed eyed Heavens. The vein in her neck was pulsing rapidly again and the effect respiration had on her breasts was more appearant in this prone position. I clipped the chain onto the ring and pressed a kiss to her neck above the collar. She shivered and a second later, goosebumps dotted her skin.

Now, a little test. I turned her head just so and tilted her chin up with my chain-hand. Her lips were slightly parted and stained with a little blood from the punches I\'d dealt her earlier. Her eyes were lidded and the periwinkle of her eyes seemed to soften to a glistening powder blue. I turned her face to mine and slowly brought my own lips to hers. Copper, saliva, and a bit of sweetness. Had she eaten before she came? Something minty and sugary? Oh yes, Rangiku liked mint ice cream. She might has eaten a bit before she came and the mint lingered on her lips. I smiled inwardly and drew my tongue lightly across her lower lip. No permission was required before I deepened the kiss. She would recieve me as usual but behind the mint, I found a shred of desperation.

I deliberately made the kiss out of place. It was sweet and romantic, kind when it shouldn\'t be in this sort of situation. And it pissed her off. She bit down hard on my tongue and again, I tasted blood. I yanked hard on her hair and she let go immediately, a cry of pain escaping her lips.

It was my own fault for not being so careful when testing her. I deserved that. Still, she had to be punished for such cruelty to me, whom she\'d asked with a few coins and a flying purse to make her forget her problems.

I brought my lips close to her ear and lingered for a moment. My warm breath caressed her skin and I could hear and feel her breathing hitch a bit. A few tense moments passed where all I did was breathe.

Then I laughed a little. A slow, steady chuckle that never grew louder than a whisper. Her eyes closed and she trembled at my laughter.

\"Ah, Rangiku,\" I purred into her ear,\" Make up your mind. Are you going to be the lady or the tiger? A blushing young woman acting as though this was the first time a man has touched her? Or are you going to act as wanton and nymph-like as a proud harem whore? Tell me, Rangiku, are you going to act a lady or a tiger?\"

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A/N: INTERACTIVE FIC! Yes! What do you all think? The lady or the tiger? O.o Vote in your reviews! After 10 votes, I\'ll write the next piece with the option that has the most votes!