What a Captain dreams about..
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It hurts to be alone
((This is only first chapter, so I have to apologize that I haven't put up anything that could really be considered as YAOI or along those lines. But no worries within next few chapters I promise to get to it ^.^ Oh and IF you're wondering why such pairing - 'Toushiro/Shuuhei'...well...they just both are my faves and I couldn't resist the urge to pair them up... :D))
Chapter 1
"It hurts to be alone."
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Office bathroom’s doors slid open, revealing an almost naked captain of the 10th Division. His palm rested against the door frame, partly helping captain to stay on two. He was breathing heavily almost panting. Water trailed down his bare chest from the wet and heavy hair bangs and stopped as it reached the white towel wrapped around Toushiro’s hips. A bit lower through the towel easily could be seen his still half erected member.
Captain leaned against the frame against which he had pressed his hand against, to keep balance. His eyelids already were heavy; he gladly would collapse on the floor and fall asleep...
Even though Toushiro wasn’t a person to even think about something as masturbating, all the emotions and thoughts going through his mind lately forced him to fall so low to jerk himself off in the shower, over the last 20 minutes he leaned against the wall of the bathroom was jerking his erection till release, he even had played with his entrance, by drawing circles around it and lightly pressing on it while jerking his member. He came with a soundless scream as his head arched back and semen flew away with the hot water.
Reason was quite simple – hormones, but Toushiro didn’t want to acknowledge that after more then hundred years in Soul Society such thing as puberty would reach him. Forcing him to look at fellow shinigami girls other way around and getting him hard just because by misunderstanding he had seen somebody kissing in a side street.
“This doesn’t help...” he murmured his voice barely louder then the breeze which was waving trees behind the window. “No matter what I do...these thoughts won’t leave my mind...” he spoke to himself in voice. As Matsumoto wasn’t around nobody would notice it anyway...
Strength slowly started to return to Toushiro’s body and he pushed himself off the doorframe and closing bathroom doors walked into the office, his bare feet leaving wet footmarks on the wooden floor. Towel fell on the floor as Toushiro reached his hands to take a set of clothes from closet. Two tight ass cheeks with an almost perfect tan were revealed. But soon shinigami uniform’s bottom covered them; it was carefully tied to his hips with a white ribbon. Toushiro wasn’t wearing any underwear, if his member would again get erected it would feel quite unpleasant if it’d be trapped in the tight boxers.
Soon fully dressed he sat down in the high chair in front of his desk, which was full with paperwork need to be done. On the corner of the table was standing a cup of already cold tea, Toushiro had forgot about. But this time he was thankful that Matsumoto wasn’t around – he needed a good distraction, to avoid his member again getting hard without a real reason. He wanted to forget about his dream to have a relationship with somebody, a person who wouldn’t take him as an immature child.
All the mix of emotions in Toushiro’s mind had almost got him to try to flirt with Momo, the thought about it now almost made him frown. Being with Momo would be something alike being with a sister. Even though the girl had for few times hinted that she might like the young Captain, Toushiro didn’t acknowledge it. Of course he loved her, but only as a friend, as a sibling...not more.
For Toushiro it almost painful to be alone, especially knowing that everybody around him had somebody to be with. Till this he never had noticed it, but now...now it seemed to be so obvious. Ukitake finally was with Unohana, Ichigo with Rukia, Matsumoto finally had managed to seduce Gin. And if that what Matsumoto said was true – Shuuhei was together with Kira. Small taicho never could understand how two guys could be together. For him it seemed impossible.
Finally white haired shinigami picked up the feather he used as a pen and dipped it in the ink. Few moments later the only sound what could be heard was scribbling of pen and Toushiro’s still bit heavy breathing. But his chance to be distracted didn’t last too long, soon doors of the office slid open. He knew who the newcomer was without even looking – the only person to enter without knocking was Matsumoto.
Slender shinigami walked into the office, silver eyes lightly sparkling in excitement, face reflecting that she wasn’t going to give up on that whatever she had on her mind. In her hand she was holding a cup, which of course was with sake.
“Tai~choooo” Matsumoto’s voice ringed in the office, in the same teasing way as always. Toushiro almost froze from hearing the ringing of her voice. That certain tone of her voice always sent thrills over his body, it always gave that feeling that she was up to something. Soon Matsumoto leaned against the high chair Toushiro was sitting in, her right arm being laid on Toushiro’s shoulder, other one placed the cup with sake next to her captain’s cup. “Will you come and spend time with me and Hisagi and Kira-kun?” she continued to talk in the same teasing way.
Emerald green eyes of the Captain widened quite a bit and the feather fell out of hand, as he heard her request; it landed on the sheet of paper leaving a spot of ink on it.
“Wha...?” was all Toushiro was able to get over his lips few moments later, not because he couldn’t snap back at Matsumoto, but because the thought of Shuuhei molesting Kira had settled on his mind and small captain had got hard in no time. His erected member could be easily seen through the dark clothing, as Toushiro’s mind molested him in its own special way, by flashing up scenes from bath house where Shuuhei had tackled Kira to the wall, and was rubbing his half erected cook through the white towel.
Young Captain flushed as he with corner of eye noticed his vice captain teasingly smiling over his shoulder. He forced himself to slide forward in his chair – closer to the table, just to hide his erection from Matsumoto’s sparkling eyes.
“I...have to work...don’t have time...will be working all night...” Toushiro muttered between breaths as a bright blush spread over his cheeks, as he harshly tried to clean the ink spot from the sheet of paper. As thrills were sent all over his body, as his erection rubbed against the clothing’s pattern.
“But tai~cho...” Matsumoto teasingly pouted, still not giving up on convincing him, but that what she had already managed to see with corner of her eye had satisfied her enough.
“GO...” Toushiro suddenly shouted, it even surprised him that he dared to raise voice without a reason. He even stopped rubbing the sheet of paper to try to clean the ink spot.
Matsumoto even lightly jumped back in surprise, she was caught off the guard this time. Slender shinigami didn’t know what to reply; she just pretended to pout and after picking up one of the cups from the table walked out of the office, leaving the captain alone. While walking to the door she tried to look as offended as she could, but as it seemed Toushiro didn’t even looked at her, his mind was somewhere else.
Matsumoto walked out of office, closing the paper doors behind her. Few fellow shinigami looked up to her, as if questioning why Toushiro had shouted. But she ignored them and walked past them in direction of her room where the threesome was planning to ‘relax’.
She placed cup to her lips and sipped a bit as she walked, but as soon as the cold liquid poured into hear mouth and she tasted it, her face turned into unpleasant grin.
“Ewww...tastes like taicho’s green tea...” she muttered to herself.
*
Minutes passed by, but Toushiro was still sitting in his chair, not moving... The feeling which at first inside Toushiro was building pleasure, because of the thoughts about two fellow shinigamis, soon turned out to a pain which felt like a hand would painfully grasp his heart. Pain of being alone.
Over the last few days he had only thought about a chance to be together with someone, but only now he finally acknowledged the fact that he was too young, too immature to even have a chance to be with someone. White haired shinigami mocked him by all the time repeating in his mind that nobody would be willing to pull him in an embrace because they loved him...To kiss his lips, just because this kiss could make their world spin around.
Toushiro arched his head back, his look bit blurry, as he stared to the ceiling. Small taicho thought that any moment a lonely tear will find its way down his cheek.
“It hurts...” he said in a half broken voice “...it hurts...to be alone...” and then it happened...a single and lonely tear slowly found its way down his cheek.
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A/N I'm looking forward to seeing some reviews, as this is my first piece on this site...No matter if they're good or bad...I just want to know what people think about my work... o.o;
~Lonely Thrills
"It hurts to be alone."
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Office bathroom’s doors slid open, revealing an almost naked captain of the 10th Division. His palm rested against the door frame, partly helping captain to stay on two. He was breathing heavily almost panting. Water trailed down his bare chest from the wet and heavy hair bangs and stopped as it reached the white towel wrapped around Toushiro’s hips. A bit lower through the towel easily could be seen his still half erected member.
Captain leaned against the frame against which he had pressed his hand against, to keep balance. His eyelids already were heavy; he gladly would collapse on the floor and fall asleep...
Even though Toushiro wasn’t a person to even think about something as masturbating, all the emotions and thoughts going through his mind lately forced him to fall so low to jerk himself off in the shower, over the last 20 minutes he leaned against the wall of the bathroom was jerking his erection till release, he even had played with his entrance, by drawing circles around it and lightly pressing on it while jerking his member. He came with a soundless scream as his head arched back and semen flew away with the hot water.
Reason was quite simple – hormones, but Toushiro didn’t want to acknowledge that after more then hundred years in Soul Society such thing as puberty would reach him. Forcing him to look at fellow shinigami girls other way around and getting him hard just because by misunderstanding he had seen somebody kissing in a side street.
“This doesn’t help...” he murmured his voice barely louder then the breeze which was waving trees behind the window. “No matter what I do...these thoughts won’t leave my mind...” he spoke to himself in voice. As Matsumoto wasn’t around nobody would notice it anyway...
Strength slowly started to return to Toushiro’s body and he pushed himself off the doorframe and closing bathroom doors walked into the office, his bare feet leaving wet footmarks on the wooden floor. Towel fell on the floor as Toushiro reached his hands to take a set of clothes from closet. Two tight ass cheeks with an almost perfect tan were revealed. But soon shinigami uniform’s bottom covered them; it was carefully tied to his hips with a white ribbon. Toushiro wasn’t wearing any underwear, if his member would again get erected it would feel quite unpleasant if it’d be trapped in the tight boxers.
Soon fully dressed he sat down in the high chair in front of his desk, which was full with paperwork need to be done. On the corner of the table was standing a cup of already cold tea, Toushiro had forgot about. But this time he was thankful that Matsumoto wasn’t around – he needed a good distraction, to avoid his member again getting hard without a real reason. He wanted to forget about his dream to have a relationship with somebody, a person who wouldn’t take him as an immature child.
All the mix of emotions in Toushiro’s mind had almost got him to try to flirt with Momo, the thought about it now almost made him frown. Being with Momo would be something alike being with a sister. Even though the girl had for few times hinted that she might like the young Captain, Toushiro didn’t acknowledge it. Of course he loved her, but only as a friend, as a sibling...not more.
For Toushiro it almost painful to be alone, especially knowing that everybody around him had somebody to be with. Till this he never had noticed it, but now...now it seemed to be so obvious. Ukitake finally was with Unohana, Ichigo with Rukia, Matsumoto finally had managed to seduce Gin. And if that what Matsumoto said was true – Shuuhei was together with Kira. Small taicho never could understand how two guys could be together. For him it seemed impossible.
Finally white haired shinigami picked up the feather he used as a pen and dipped it in the ink. Few moments later the only sound what could be heard was scribbling of pen and Toushiro’s still bit heavy breathing. But his chance to be distracted didn’t last too long, soon doors of the office slid open. He knew who the newcomer was without even looking – the only person to enter without knocking was Matsumoto.
Slender shinigami walked into the office, silver eyes lightly sparkling in excitement, face reflecting that she wasn’t going to give up on that whatever she had on her mind. In her hand she was holding a cup, which of course was with sake.
“Tai~choooo” Matsumoto’s voice ringed in the office, in the same teasing way as always. Toushiro almost froze from hearing the ringing of her voice. That certain tone of her voice always sent thrills over his body, it always gave that feeling that she was up to something. Soon Matsumoto leaned against the high chair Toushiro was sitting in, her right arm being laid on Toushiro’s shoulder, other one placed the cup with sake next to her captain’s cup. “Will you come and spend time with me and Hisagi and Kira-kun?” she continued to talk in the same teasing way.
Emerald green eyes of the Captain widened quite a bit and the feather fell out of hand, as he heard her request; it landed on the sheet of paper leaving a spot of ink on it.
“Wha...?” was all Toushiro was able to get over his lips few moments later, not because he couldn’t snap back at Matsumoto, but because the thought of Shuuhei molesting Kira had settled on his mind and small captain had got hard in no time. His erected member could be easily seen through the dark clothing, as Toushiro’s mind molested him in its own special way, by flashing up scenes from bath house where Shuuhei had tackled Kira to the wall, and was rubbing his half erected cook through the white towel.
Young Captain flushed as he with corner of eye noticed his vice captain teasingly smiling over his shoulder. He forced himself to slide forward in his chair – closer to the table, just to hide his erection from Matsumoto’s sparkling eyes.
“I...have to work...don’t have time...will be working all night...” Toushiro muttered between breaths as a bright blush spread over his cheeks, as he harshly tried to clean the ink spot from the sheet of paper. As thrills were sent all over his body, as his erection rubbed against the clothing’s pattern.
“But tai~cho...” Matsumoto teasingly pouted, still not giving up on convincing him, but that what she had already managed to see with corner of her eye had satisfied her enough.
“GO...” Toushiro suddenly shouted, it even surprised him that he dared to raise voice without a reason. He even stopped rubbing the sheet of paper to try to clean the ink spot.
Matsumoto even lightly jumped back in surprise, she was caught off the guard this time. Slender shinigami didn’t know what to reply; she just pretended to pout and after picking up one of the cups from the table walked out of the office, leaving the captain alone. While walking to the door she tried to look as offended as she could, but as it seemed Toushiro didn’t even looked at her, his mind was somewhere else.
Matsumoto walked out of office, closing the paper doors behind her. Few fellow shinigami looked up to her, as if questioning why Toushiro had shouted. But she ignored them and walked past them in direction of her room where the threesome was planning to ‘relax’.
She placed cup to her lips and sipped a bit as she walked, but as soon as the cold liquid poured into hear mouth and she tasted it, her face turned into unpleasant grin.
“Ewww...tastes like taicho’s green tea...” she muttered to herself.
*
Minutes passed by, but Toushiro was still sitting in his chair, not moving... The feeling which at first inside Toushiro was building pleasure, because of the thoughts about two fellow shinigamis, soon turned out to a pain which felt like a hand would painfully grasp his heart. Pain of being alone.
Over the last few days he had only thought about a chance to be together with someone, but only now he finally acknowledged the fact that he was too young, too immature to even have a chance to be with someone. White haired shinigami mocked him by all the time repeating in his mind that nobody would be willing to pull him in an embrace because they loved him...To kiss his lips, just because this kiss could make their world spin around.
Toushiro arched his head back, his look bit blurry, as he stared to the ceiling. Small taicho thought that any moment a lonely tear will find its way down his cheek.
“It hurts...” he said in a half broken voice “...it hurts...to be alone...” and then it happened...a single and lonely tear slowly found its way down his cheek.
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A/N I'm looking forward to seeing some reviews, as this is my first piece on this site...No matter if they're good or bad...I just want to know what people think about my work... o.o;
~Lonely Thrills