Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Bleach Ficlets: Dare To Live ❯ 31What I Need ( Chapter 31 )

Authors Note: I don't own Bleach and make no claims on it. If I did, there'd be a whole hell of a lot of kinky shit going down.

 

31What I Need

 

The room was circular and lined with mirrors guarantying whoever stood in the room a three hundred and sixty degree view of everything that took place. For the type of activity I was now participating in, it was spectacular. The floor sloped ever so slightly towards the middle of the room and the drain I stood near. The muscles in my shoulders ached but were nothing in comparison to the fiery burn over my back and legs. The ticklish slide of sweat droplets over the skin of my throat and chest made me shift slightly, my movements hampered by the iron bar shackled between my ankles, spreading my legs apart. Even that small movement set the weights clamped to my nipples swaying gently and my breath caught at the pleasurable ache. I heard a sharp snap at the same time a thin line of pain burned down one side of my back. I exhaled softly and I forced my eyes to stay open. I needed to watch what was happening a little longer before closing them and sliding into mindless pleasure.

 

Jyuushiro stood behind me, a long whip in his hand. He was dressed in white and wore a fierce look on his face that made desire coil tight in my belly. His clothes were speckled with blood and tiny, cast-off droplets dotted the mirrors around the room from the snapping action of the whip. I could feel and see blood winding down my back in thin trails that made my skin twitch. Jyuushiro drew back his arm again and flicked the whip forward. I gasped and clenched my fists around the rope that stretched my arms over my head when the whip slashed across my buttocks. Each strike was to a place previously untouched by the slice of the whip. Such was the skill my lover possessed.

 

The expression on Jyuushiro's face never changed and his arm barely paused as he methodically cut me with each touch of the whip. The only sound in the room was the popping of the whip, our rasping breaths and the occasional soft plop of blood hitting the floor at my feet. As much as it would look like torture to the casual observer, the scene being played out was anything but. I had specifically asked for this extreme kink and I knew Jyuushiro would stop when he felt I'd reached my limits and not a moment before. That I had no need to say anything to him to call a halt to our play; that he'd know immediately when I'd had enough was only one of the many things that made me love him. One of the other things was his willingness to do this for me when I knew he didn't like drawing my blood in this fashion.

 

The hot kiss of the whip eventually forced my mind to the place where nothing but pain induced pleasurable sensations existed. All the responsibilities that weighed me down on a daily basis faded from my mind. The stress that forced me into begging Jyuushiro to do this for me vanished with each sting of the whip as I gave myself completely into the care of my lover. This was what I needed and wanted and what Jyuushiro was willing to give me even at the cost of his own discomfort with the idea of such a brutal act to one he loved. My legs gave out and I sagged against the few inches of slack in the rope. I moaned softly as my wrists took the full weight of my body. I fought a losing battle to keep my eyes open and watch as Jyuushiro whipped me as I'd asked. Eventually my head drooped forward and my eyes finally closed when I stopped fighting the slide into subspace. I felt the snap of the whip against my skin in a pleasurable fog, my mind spinning on an endorphin high as I wrestled against the growing urge for release. I waited for the next whip strike, voicing a wordless noise, half in question and half in frustration when that never happened. It wasn't enough yet and Jyuushiro had to know that.

 

I twisted against the rope holding me up, struggling to get my rubbery legs to work. A soft whine trickled from my throat when the weights clamped to my nipples swayed with my movements. I felt air swirl around me and the contact of cloth against the back of my calves. Jyuushiro leaned close, his lips touching my ear but keeping the rest of his body from so much as brushing my slashed back. The words he whispered in my ear made me shiver and moan softly. I was sure my pleasure drugged mind heard wrong. He wasn't going too….

 

“Namie kotogotoku wa ga tate to nare ikazuchi kotogotoku wa ga yaiba to nare.”

 

Tightly controlled reiatsu flowed around the room and prickled over my skin. My defences were down and I gasped at the wholly unexpected and painfully erotic move. My mind refused to believe what my senses were telling me was happening. The feel of a rope tightly circling my neck and cold steel sliding between my thighs was what made me pry my eyes open to see if what I thought was happening, truly was. Jyuushiro had never done anything like this before. I was a little shocked at how erotic I found it.

 

Jyuushiro stood behind me, loosening his hakama. His zanpakutou bound me with the silk cord taut around my neck and the points of the swords driven into the floor between my spread feet. The tips of the backwards facing blades pressed against, but didn't break, the skin of my thighs. Jyuushiro stepped from his hakama, bent his knees, spread my buttocks apart and slid smoothly into me in one thrust. My eyes fluttered closed and I sucked in a sharp breath at the intense pleasure of Jyuushiro's slicked cock sliding easily into my ass in direct contrast to the painful sting of his skin rubbing against the cuts on my back. The weights on my nipples swung back and forth with each slow thrust he made, sending pleasure shooting to my cock. He wrapped his fingers around my cock, his thumb smearing the fluid that'd gathered at the tip around the head.

 

Icy heat flowed over my back making my breath catch in my throat. I wanted to move away from the sensation at the same time that I wanted to press back into it. The cold heat irritated and soothed the cuts on my back and thighs at the same time. The absolute delight of Jyuushiro moving in a steady rhythm and his hand pumping my cock was a beautiful counterpoint to the hasty, painful healing he was doing to my abused skin. My breath rasped and a choked whimper sounded from me against my will as my orgasm crashed through me. Jyuushiro groaned and a shiver worked its way up my spine at the feel of his cock spurting in my ass. His breath puffed raggedly against my cheek for several minutes before he moved away.

 

“We are finished here, Byakuya.”

 

I heard Jyuushiro's voice as if through layers of heavy fabric. He removed the spreader bar from between my feet, placing a light kiss on the inside of my thigh. His hands were infinitely gentle as he supported my weight and unhooked my bound hands from above my head and removed the clamps from my nipples. My head lolled on his shoulder and my eyes slid closed despite my trying to keep them open. I took a shuddery breath inhaling the smell of sweat and blood and that indefinable scent that was Jyuushiro. I mumbled a protest when he scooped me into his arms and carried me from the room of mirrors. He shouldn't be exerting himself by carrying me after the thorough whipping he'd just administered, never mind the sex. He was going to cause himself a coughing fit. No matter how boneless my body felt, I wasn't about to let him make himself ill on my behalf. I tried to force my shaking muscles to obey me.

 

“Do not struggle, Byakuya,” Jyuushiro commanded in a sharp voice.

 

I recognized that tone and immediately went limp in his arms. I slipped between awareness and a lovely mental fog as he carried me a short distance. I heard a screen slide open and the soft murmur of voices. Moist heat settled over my bare skin followed shortly by splashing. Warm water crept up my legs and chest and Jyuushiro gently shifted me around until I was cradled in his lap. He pressed my cheek to his shoulder and started to stroke his hand through my hair, humming softly. He said nothing and only held me, placing the occasional kisses on my forehead. I floated in pleasure and security, slowly coming down from the intense endorphin high. When I finally blinked my eyes open, I felt completely relaxed and amazingly clear-headed. I guessed that we'd been sitting in the special healing pool for at least an hour going by the wrinkled condition of my fingers when I rubbed a hand over my face.

 

“Are you all right now, love?” Jyuushiro asked in a quiet voice.

 

Worry was in his eyes and there was a raspy quality to his voice I didn't like. He'd done far too much for me and had likely done or taken something so his body could work past his normal limits to give me what I'd needed. I knew he'd pay a price for that later. One I was unwilling to have him suffer for on my behalf. I frowned at him.

 

“You shouldn't have carried me. I could've walked. You'd already done more than enough,” I gently scolded him.

 

“You were in no condition to walk, love. The pool is good for me, too. That is the main reason that I have it here. Are you going to tell me what brought this need on?”

 

I could've said no and he would've let the matter drop and never brought it up again. But, that wouldn't have been fair considering I knew it bothered him a great deal on those infrequent occasions when I demanded he abuse my body as he had. I began to tell him what prompted my actions, my voice only trailing off once when I told him of what I'd seen and been forced to do. Instead of Jyuushiro offering me platitudes that meant less than nothing, he hugged me tight, kissed me and suggested we go to bed. I started to protest that I needed to go home more out of habit than any desire to leave him.

 

“I am not letting you leave here tonight, Byakuya. You will stay here and sleep in my arms and let me do my job as your lover to keep away the bad dreams we both know you will have if you sleep alone tonight. Is that understood?” he asked in his commanding Captain's voice.

 

I nodded and followed him from the pool. I hadn't wanted to go home to my lonely bed and I most certainly hadn't wanted to leave him alone either. He let me dry him off and it was then that I saw the tightness around his mouth and noticed the slight tremors in his hands. I frowned. He'd definitely pushed himself too hard because I'd pleaded with him for the whipping. Jyuushiro loved and understood me so; he'd given me what I needed without hesitation even though it was more than he could bear due to his illness. He swayed a little where he stood and paled before doubling over into a harsh coughing fit. I supported him and handed him a clean cloth to wipe the blood from his mouth once the coughing fit passed. His hands shook more than before and he was even paler than when he first stepped from the pool. I scooped him up, ignoring the slight twinge in my newly healed back and his soft protest.

 

“We're going to bed and we'll give each other the comfort we both need. No protesting. Maybe if you're good and stop being so bossy I'll even feed you some of those very nice sugared apricots I brought with me.”

 

Jyuushiro smiled and cupped my cheek. “I am not bossy. I am firm and you love me that way. You truly brought me sugared apricots? And you are going to feed them to me by hand? You really are so very good to me.”

 

I smiled and kissed the palm of his hand, hugging him tight to my chest. He had it wrong. He was more than I ever believed I deserved. He'd made me want to live again instead of just exist after Hisana died. He was my rock and the one person I felt that truly knew and understood me. In all things, Ukitake Jyuushiro was what I needed.

 

 

 

Author's Note: The phrase Ukitake utters is the release command for his shi kai.

Namie kotogotoku wa ga tate to nare ikazuchi kotogotoku wa ga yaiba to nare translates as Every wave become my shield, every lightning become my sword (translation taken from Bleach Exile).