Forboding Romance

I had written this in response to the Bleach Manga update, 364. Even though it's, one, an anime, and two Orihime could probably heal them both, I liked toying with the idea that it would be a bittersweet parting in death. I also have a fanart piece on DeviantArt in response to this update, under the name BertsCreator.
This would have been posted sooner, actually, I had it written up three days after the manga update, but I was waiting for some friends to review it... I got tired of waiting. XD Here it is, no matter how horrible it may be.

I also feel like I should apologize. I have their names tossed around a little in here because I'm used to calling them Ukitake and Shunsui, but I know that those are two different parts of their names, so if it's annoying. I'm sorry!
Also, I tried a more "love scene" approach, instead of a "smut scene" one. I hope it worked. :)

Disclaimer: I, Dorian Hoppie, in no way own Bleach or its characters. I do not gain profit from producing fanfictions or fanart about Bleach. All credit and ownership is owed to Tite Kubo.

STORY TIME

"Dismissed!" The captain commander's voice echoed, filling the hall. Each and every Taichou filed out quietly, each with their gaze distant and distracted. Some of them held their heads high, while the rest bowed their heads in disbelief of the current situation.

Once they had disbanded in the halls, the white long haired captain, tall and solemn, made his way down a quiet corridor, letting the silence itch at him, feeling the emptiness in his chest. He sighed to try and fill it but it wouldn't do. He stopped on the deck, the soft padding of his feet falling silent. Was this real? They all wanted more time, they all wished that their situation was better, that the odds were in their favor. Who's to say they weren't, it didn't feel like it though. He could tell that even old Yamamoto, their captain commander, was uneasy.

The taichou sighed again, being interrupted by voices below him. He leaned over the rail a bit to find fukataichou Matsumoto and fukataichou Kira in the gardens a story below him. Kira had been present at the meeting, including Hinamori and Hisagi who were also fukataichou. All of their taichou's had betrayed all of them. The meeting was to discuss the battle with their former taichous. He could tell it was hard on the three of them, but none more than Hinamori. Her taicho, the one who had organized the treachery, the one who had done the most harm, was with whom the battle was.

"Kira, you can tell me." Matsumoto argued, cornering the poor man, her breasts alone could corner him but obviously she wasn't using those as her means of pinning the poor fukataichou.

"Your taichou can tell you, you're his subordinate, go ask him!"

"Awwww, you know he won't disclose that to meee!" She wined, pushing in closer to him.

Kira shyed away from her, further into the corner. "I don't feel like discussing it though, nothing looks to be in our favor right now, it'll only make me more nervous to talk about it. Even the captain commander is unsure of the outcome."

"Wow... that's bad enough." She said, releasing him from his corner, she crossed her arms under her bust and turned away from him, staring off into the shadows. "I knew Hitsugaya was nervous about it, but I didn't know it was everyone else."

"It's alright." He tried to comfort her.

"Do you believe that?"

"I want to... so why not? Come on, we've come this far. Don't let it distracted you tomorrow." He tried his best to sound confident.

She sighed, closing her eyes. It did sound like they would have quite the fight tomorrow, and for however long it would last. Matsumoto gripped her arms tightly, trying to force herself to think positively. She jumped when Kira placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, reassuring her. He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. The breasted woman smiled, feeling a blush creep into her cheeks, it wasn't like him to be outgoing like this, but she knew what he was getting at. She thanked him with a look and straightened up. Eventually Kira leaned in again, this time placing a soft kiss on her lips. She sighed softly into it, wrapping her arms around him, those big breasts sank into him it seemed and he moaned into the kiss, overpowering her, to Ukitake's surprise.

"This isn't quite your thing, is it?" A deep voice startled Ukitake away from the rail and the scene below. He spun around to find Kyouraku, staring at him with a big grin. It's not like he was the one caught with his hand in the cookie jar, so Ukitake donned an innocent look quickly and shook his head.

"No! I was listening to them, they were talking earlier." He began. The other man took his place at the rail, looking over at the heated scene below.

"Wow, I never pictured Matsumoto as the submissive type.."

"Shunsui! Stop that!" Ukitake hushed suddenly, pulling him back from the rail.

"What? You were watching too." He defended himself innocently.

"No I wasn't! They were talking about the battle tomorrow." He snapped back.

"Hmm..." Kyouraku started, freeing his hand from Ukiktake. "It's not like you to defend yourself so much like this."

The white haired taichou waved his hand at Kyouraku dismissively, "I'm not defending myself, I was interested in what they were saying. It made me understand what our subordinates think of the oncoming threat. I'm worried about them."

"Don't be." He felt a soft touch on his shoulder. "You know how strong they are, how determined they can be." Kyouraku reassured him and lead him down the deck. "You're sweating and it's freezing out, we should get you inside." He smiled.


"I didn't even notice." Ukitake raised the back of his own hand to his forehead, trying to see if he could feel his temperature.

"It doesn't work that way..." Kyouraku stopped the white haired man, leaning in to rest his own forehead against Ukitake's. "You're warm, I'll make you some tea with ice."

"Thank you." He sighed

It only took a few moments once inside Ukitake's quarters for the taller taichou to overpower him, and it was never the case for him to resist Kyouraku. Only, now was different.

"What about the tea?" He teased Kyouraku, shivering as he felt the others fingers trace the edge of his captain's robe.

"This'll be better for you."

"I don't know if I agree with that." He pushed at him with his hands, his weakened strength betraying him. "Kyouraku wait.... Please." He sighed softly, feeling the other's lips at his throat now.

Kyouraku didn't stop, he leaned over Ukitake more, the position placed over a chair in which the white haired taichou comfortably sat.

"Shunsui stop." Ukitake ordered. The taller taicho paused, he waited and breathed heavily above him. "I don't want this to happen, I don't want you to do this right now."

"It's nothing special, I just want to."

"I know what it is to you, and I don't want to think like that." Ukitake argued, trying to push the body away from him so he could stand from his seat.

"I'm not treating this like our last time." Kyouraku stated softly, kissing Ukitake's forehead tenderly.

"I know you're just saying that." Ukitake sat still, staring into the shadows behind Kyouraku. "I don't want you to treat this like our bittersweet last moment together before the fight tomorrow, it'll distract me. I don't want this to be one of those times."

"This is good luck." He said, those fingers, so much stronger than his own, pulled the tightly drawn bow at Ukitake's front. His hakama loosened, the cloth moving noisily. He didn't stop Kyouraku. He didn't want this, but he couldn't resist it, and he couldn't deny the heartbeat he felt down in his loins and head all at once.

The white haired taichou bowed his head, resting it against Kyouraku's chest, feeling his heart beat as well. The more delicate man moaned softly, sadly. "I won't be able... to see this any differently."

"You think we'll lose..." Kyouraku warned him. Don't think like that he was saying, but Ukitake couldn't help it. He wanted to, just in case, but that would be acknowledging that it may very well be their last moment together, to feel each other as they were doing. To speak the others name, never again, was a painful thought.

"Then kiss me... if you're going to do this, at least give me one last kiss..." Ukitake's voice was weak at this point, his fever was rising, of course, his body shaking from it and the anticipation. He gripped at the pink floral kimono, it hung loosely, and with a tug was gone, as was the captains robe. Kyouraku aided him in the removal of his garments as well. He was more tender about it though. Ukiktake merely removed Kyouraku's clothing, while Kyouraku replaced almost each and every inch of fabric with soft kisses, dotting the other's skin with tremors, shivers, gasps.

Finally the taller man towered over him, almost naked, the other baring much more now as well. He leaned closer, kneeling before Ukitake and gently pulled the other towards him, his fingers massaging just behind his neck, stimulating sighs from him. He didn't oblige just yet, he rubbed his lips over Ukitake's softly, breathing over them. The other waited. He tensed while he did. Kyouraku's fingers came up, feeling into the soft white hair, pulling him closer so that their lips pressed more firmly, puckering against one another, enjoying the feel. He sighed into the still kiss, Ukitake, sitting up a bit before releasing, the tiniest kiss sounding between his trembling lips and Kyouraku's.

"It can't be our last...." He shuddered, holding a soft cry back, he hid his face against Kyouraku's neck, kissing it, but really only hiding his fear. He didn't want it to end. It wouldn't, he knew.

"It won't be." Kyouraku told him, and he sat up more on his knees, looping his strong arms under Ukitake's and turning to the side, to help him down onto the tatami mat.

Ukitake held firmly to him, situating himself, moving his legs so that they lay on either side of Kyouraku's. All the while he pressed his lips to the others again, this time, more feverishly, desperate almost. He pulled at Kyouraku's long dark locks, their curls curling around his fingers and arms, hiding one arm as it felt over the neck of his lover to his shoulder blade, finding a better hold.

Kyouraku moaned into the kiss, he was careful with Ukitake still, even as the white haired taichou was growing impatient. He would savor this, he wouldn't let it become something desperate. The dark haired one took those arms, he pulled them away from his body, finding the hands and holding them tightly, kissing the soft fingers, surprised that these were really the fingers of a fighter, not that either of them were really fighters.

Once they were laid down finally, the moon reached across them both. All garments had been tossed aside. The glow of Ukitake's skin was the only thing that set their bodies apart as two entities, other than that, they moved together, melding together, joined. His moans coupled with Kyouraku's, filled the room softly, their efforts gentle enough not to make too much sound.

The soft brush of skin on skin rubbed together, mimicking the soft blow of grass just outside his window. The small pond lapped at the banks, matching their own rhythm. Ukitake had taken to soft moans, muffling them in the crook of Kyouraku's neck, holding firmly to him, but letting him tower over him, protecting him.

This wouldn't happen, they wouldn't let each other fall, they wouldn't let anyone fall. Kyouraku's own groans and grunts seemed loud beside Ukitake's ear, and they grew louder eventually. Finally the movements inside had grown harsher. The tatami mat scratched, just as Kyouraku's back became scarred. Kissed bruises appeared on Ukitake's neck, they seemed more and more sloppy. They raised louder moans from him, louder until finally he cried out, arching sharply into the mat, his chest rising up against Kyouraku, who placed one last bruised kiss right at his collar bone, sucking and biting at the skin until it was purple, and until Ukitake fell back to the mat, his shoulders slumping back to the floor with his arms, catching his breath.

He groaned against Ukitake's throat, kissing it, lifting himself a little so that his lips felt over the others, not kissing, just remaining there until his arms could no longer hold him up. He rolled off onto the mat beside Ukitake, who immediately turned towards him, on his side. He wrapped an arm up under Kyouraku's pulling himself close. "It won't be...." He whispered softly, still gasping now and then.


"Of course it won't, it won't ever be..." Kyouraku agreed, feeling his hand to the small of the other's back, pulling him closer, feeling through his own chest Ukitake's heart beat, unknowing of the foreign touch that would, hours later, cease this beloved heart beat.