Unbalanced

A/N: Hopefully my "Semi-Non-con" will be explainable by the text itself.

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The night was chilled, birds long ago settling into their nests. The skies were clear, and breezes wafted the smell of springtime. And here he was, this limber woman giggling in his arms. If he were younger, more wistful, and less married he would have appreciated the moment. Yet the only thing Kaien could consider was murder.

Rukia Kuchiki was a sensible girl. She had a drive to excel and please. Kaien had to admit he was quite fond of her. She had wormed a little place for herself inside his heart. But there were times when she could be an utter brat! Like now with her gaze far too glazed and her breath tinted too heavily with sake.

I swear if that idiot Abarai did this to her thinking he was going to get lucky, I’ll kill him. He’s just a careless hormonal cur. No one will miss him too badly. I’ll rip him to shreds. Kaien swore internally. He was just grateful it was him who found her tumbling her way home instead of her brother. He still hadn’t worked out what he was going to say to Kuchiki-taicho who most certainly would be waiting for her to return home.

“Kaien-dono?” A sweet little voice asked, breaking him out of his thoughts. When he looked down, he blushed slightly. The look on her face could only be described as seductive. Where was the Rukia he was used to?

“Could we stop..for just a moment? It’s so nice here.” She pleaded as the came across a meadow opening. The party had been in far seclusion. Kaien only nodded, leaning down to let her slide out of his grasp.

When he was sitting, she didn’t move. She stayed in place, snaking her arm up behind his neck to play with the strands of hair that played at his shoulders. He could have sworn a giggle escaped her as she nestled herself against his neck. Kaien glared, growling at her. She was drunk, he reminded himself, which was the only reason he wasn’t chewing her completely out at the moment.

He sat patiently with her sprawled across his chest, keeping his eyes up towards the growing moon. He tried not to think about the warm breath on his neck. He pretended not to notice her other hand wrapped stubbornly against his shoulder as she pulled herself up into his lap.

“Kuchiki?” He asked, a little uneasy when her sitting position came closer to her straddling him then sitting half on him. He received no reply, but breath cascaded against his neck before soft lips pressed to the flesh. Kaien’s eyes widened. He grabbed Rukia’s shoulders, pulling her back.

“Enough, Kuchiki.” He said, standing up and lifting her to her feet. She didn’t let go.

Rukia stayed latched to him, breaking from his gentle grasp. Using a little force she leapt up to hook his neck with her arms, bracing her legs around his sides to keep her up. Before he could touch her she had pressed her lips to his. She attacked his mouth, but he gave her no response. When she pulled back form him water sprinkled her eyes.

“Don’t you want me, Kaien-dono?” She whispered in a broken voice that made Kaien scowl more over then her actions.

As gently as he could he put his hands to her sides. She didn’t understand what was going on. She didn’t know what she was saying. He tried to rationalize it. How could he let down a drunken woman without her taking it too personally? The last thing he needed was to explain to the sixth division captain that his sister had run away from him in tears. He couldn’t imagine that going well at all.

“Kuchiki…” He sighed, her eyes gaining a little hope. He’d try to remind her. “Miyako, you know, my WIFE, that you look up to? I don’t think she’d be willin’ to share.”

For a moment a look of realization dawned on Rukia’s face. Kaien breathed out in relief, a look that lasted only a moment. The worst possible reaction had been elicited. Rukia was grinning.

“You don’t have to worry.” She leaned in closer so that she could whisper. “I won’t tell.”

“Oh Geeze…” Kaien groaned, rolling his eyes when she pressed her forehead to his shoulder.

“Or…” She bit down on the nape of his neck causing him to jump. Before he could open his mouth she was speed talking. A blue light surrounded him, throwing him back against the tree they had been leaning on. He tried to move from it but the kido kept him in place. Kaien struggled, only making the spell bind him tighter to the bark. When he could hardly breathe he turned to Rukia who looked far too smug.

“Kuchiki! Let me down. Now.” He growled. She only grinned and tried to kiss him once more, only to receive a bitten lip.

Rukia shuddered and buried her head into his neck once more. Her voice was quivering. Her grip was tight.

“Kaien-dono… If I let you go, you can’t say to Miyako that you didn’t want this…” She whispered slipping one had to pry at the cloth on his shoulder. “If I keep you like this, then I can take all the blame! And you won’t have to feel bad about it.”

Her speech scared Kaien. He wasn’t sure what terrified him more though. Was it that she obviously had plans for him? Or was it that she was so willing to sacrifice the respect she had earned if he had wanted this. Would she really let such a line be breeched if it was for him?

“ You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He was cut off by the feeling of her tongue sweeping into the curve of his collarbone. “Stop. Kuchiki. Stop now and we can forget all of this.”

Rukia didn’t answer him. Kaien frowned, watching as she continued to work at the fabric that covered his upper half. He had to bite his lip when she looked up with him with eyes full of innocence despite the actions she was performing. Unfortunately she misinterpreted the look. It only encouraged her.

Kaien closed his eyes. This was all a horrible, horrible dream. Being deprived of sight he was only more aware of the light kisses that were being placed down the center of his chest. He tensed as her lower lip dipped down, moisture from the inner side dappling his skin. Attentively she nipped at his ribcage, allowing small hands to start working on the ties of his hakama. Air brushed past his exposed skin, causing him to shudder.

Kaien bit down onto his tongue. He was not enjoying this. He wasn’t. Putting Miyako aside, Rukia was under his command. She was drunk. For heaven’s sake, she was a child compared to him! But those hands, so unsure in their placement and grip… her breath quivering with nerves… those eyes darkening the color of the night sky. It was all he could do not to moan. Damn him Damn him to hell. Despite his logic his body wasn’t listening to him.

It had never listened to him. Ever since he met her, she was a constant test for it. The way her hair was disheveled by his hand came to mind. Then images of her being left panting slightly after their sparring sessions flooded in. The sight of her sprawled in their secret training ground, eyes turned dreamily to the clouds, asking him to join her.

NO. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter as he felt her slim digits wrap insecurely around his growing shaft. His breath was heavier than normal. He attempted to get his thoughts straight in his head. The training ground wasn’t just theirs. It was where he had met his wife.

That’s it. Miyako. Picture Miyako. For a moment he could see her there, lying where Rukia was. Her hair spread out in a halo around her head. Her smile called to him as she reached out, waiting to welcome him to her. But as he leaned down to kiss her, wrap his arm around her waist, it wasn’t right. She was smaller, thinner. She whispered to him, pleading him to be part of her. But when the himself in his mind’s eye complied, it wasn’t right. She was tighter. Her legs didn’t rest in their normal spot against him. Breaking his kiss with his wife he looked down at her only to see short night-blue eyes staring back at him.

“Fuck…” he moaned, opening his eyes realizing that a thin sheen of sweat had worked up on his skin. He looked down to see Rukia on her knees before him. One hand was placed firmly around his base while she parted her lips to lick the swollen head of his member. The sight drove a fresh pang of heat through him, and with it, the disgust for himself grew. But there was nothing he could do. He was completely at her will.

He turned his head up towards the sky, not being able to look her in the eye. The more he saw her, the more real it became. It was apparent she wasn’t skilled at this, and he couldn’t blame her for that. Not only was she young, but it a girl growing up where she did offered herself to even one sincere of their affection it was unlikely they’d remain as innocent in general intent as Rukia was. She could be fierce and was apparently far from educated in matters of survival and life. But she still remained the adorable girl he had met that day not so long ago.

Or so he thought. It was hard to think of anyone as innocent when they had their mouth around your cock. She had engulfed the top of him completely. The suction she had started to build with her lips and breath was maddening. She was pumping the engorged organ in time with her mouth, but it wasn’t quite enough.

“Your hand…” he gasped between swipes. “Tighter.” He could have slapped himself for encouraging her. He attempted to rationalize the situation telling himself that the sooner it was over the better. His moment of coherence flew to the wind when she squeezed just as he had told her to.

He hissed when she had removed her mouth. She tilted her head slightly to nip along the sensitive underside just barely. Kaien’s skin crawled and threatened to expel him from his physical shell when he felt that same moist heat approach the sac below. His stomach pooled with heat as she curiously suckled there for a moment before removing her mouth to replace it with her free hand, rubbing and squeezing the flesh gently.

“K-Kuchiki!” He gasped, cursing himself for only being able to think that even his wife hadn’t been willing to try that.

Rukia returned his member, hand still firmly kept in place. Glancing up at him, she swiped away the leaking that had dribbled down from her other efforts away. For a brief moment he caught her eye and had to snap his gaze away again. Before Kaien could even consider snapping at her he mouth returned. Only this time she was more daring.

“Fuck!” Kaien shouted, his attention turning down towards Rukia as moist heat and constricted against his most sensitive flesh. Rukia had dipped her mouth down onto his erection, not stopping. She had plunged him down into her throat, her teeth scrapping the skin slightly. While logic told him that couldn’t be easier for her, especially with her lack of experience, all he could do was feel.

His breathing hitched as she began withdrawing, trying to apply as much contact as possible to keep the friction while she bobbed along his length, while breathing heavily through her nose. Her exhales tickled just above where her hand rested, a chill against fiery skin. This was all too much. Her enthusiasm was certainly winning his body over. Her eager hands groped and rubbed, unsure of their effect. It really was horrible, but dammit it was working. The tight confinement of her mouth and throat was too inviting. So much so he had to fight the reflex to buck up into her. She was going to be in pain enough as it was. She didn’t need him adding to her discomfort.

“Kuchiki… You.. You should…” He panted, barely being able to vocalize at all. The pressure was becoming overwhelming. Straining against the magical bindings, he reached down to tug at her hair. He couldn’t get a good enough grip. She wouldn’t come up enough despite his warning. His weak tug became a shameless grasp as the elements added and he found his vision being compromised.

“Rukia!” He said in a volume greater then he would have liked through gritted teeth as the exploded into a flash of bliss. Slowly he completely let his grasp of her head go. When his heartbeat quieted in his ears enough for him to allow him to think again the sound of her coughing made it to his ears.

“Shit… Kuchiki…” He exclaimed the full force of what had just happened came rushing into him again. She braced herself against the ground, her hacking slowing down. The spell she had placed on him began to wane.

“Idiot…” He scolded leaning down to pull her up to him. “I tried to tell you not to.”

Rukia didn’t say anything. She simply clung to the vice captain weakly. He pet her hair slowly. What the hell was he supposed to do? He may have reacted to her advancements but he couldn’t give her what a girl like her wanted. She wanted him to tell her it was okay, that he just had been scared to ask her of such a thing. But it wasn’t alright. Even if he had wanted it, he could never admit it. If he couldn’t allow himself to believe it how was he to reassure her.

“It’s okay, Kaien-dono.” She whispered with a weak voice. He looked down to see a smile on her face. “Because you called me Rukia…”

Kaien’s heart twisted. She couldn't look him; just a she couldn’t look at her. Sighing he ruffled her hair slightly. She looked up at him with uncertainty. He tried to smile at her, though the sadness he was feeling seemed to radiate through. The silence was unnerving. He didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t condone this. But he couldn’t support it. This could never happen again… regardless of the thoughts brewing in his head after the fact.

“Yea, well, don’t get too used to it Kuchiki.” He said, clearing his throat and extending his hand to her. “Now get up here and help me get these damn things back on.” He scowled clutching at his discarded hakama.

“Hai!” Rukia said with a blush across her cheeks, helping him tie them up in place as he tucked the top of his shirt in.

When Kaien had snuck the girl back into the Kuchiki manor, Kaien stared at the spot where she disappeared. There was a storm brewing. He could feel it from the sickening tightness in his throat. He better hold up his feet.