Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Different Circumstances ❯ The Consummation ( Chapter 8 )

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The Consummation

 

Zaraki kicked the door shut behind us and placed me on the old scratched table that was just inside the door. It was the first time I had noticed it. I hadn't been thinking of furniture when I had been in the room before this. I was pleased that there was nothing on top of the table that would be pushed to the floor. Mindful of Zaraki's threat, and because I wanted to keep the uniform, I was trying to struggle out of it. I was not fast enough. Without waiting, Zaraki ripped the crotch seam in my hakama apart, uncovering my sex. It was quick and effective and in some ways a relief. I wanted to feel him inside me again. With one hand he freed his fully erect penis and smiled at me in anticipation. He pulled me to edge of the table and guided his penis into me. I was wondering if he was going to leave me on the table while we had sex, but instead he wrapped my legs around his hips and pushed into me fully, then lifted me, gripping me by my buttocks. I grabbed his shoulders, needing to hold onto something. It was only a matter of seconds since we entered the house, and we were already screwing.

 

I opened my mouth to ask him why he couldn't wait, but he kissed me wildly as he thrust into me, his tongue entered my mouth, hungrily tasting me. I moaned in enjoyment as he continued to drive into me. He was so hard, I was so needy. He held me close against him as he manoeuvred me onto his penis. My breasts were pushing against his chest through the material of our shirts, my nipples were erect and the movement was stimulating them even further. I wrapped my arms around his neck wanting to be close to him. Zaraki released my mouth from his lips.

 

“You weren't fast enough,” he panted as he continued to thrust into me. “Too bad if you wanted to keep your uniform. You should have agreed to sex before we went to see the Captain-General. You're so hot and eager. I couldn't wait.” He gazed intently into my eyes and I noticed his pupils were dilated.

 

“You didn't give me any time.” I found it difficult to concentrate on the conversation. I didn't want to talk. He was making me want the orgasm and want the sex. I could feel him deep within me penetrating me fully. I was again reminded of how much had changed since we first had sex. “Why the urgency?”

 

“We've got to consummate the marriage. Make it legal.” Zaraki kissed me again, quickly, just briefly inserting his tongue into my mouth. The slight contact made my mouth tingle. I wanted to kiss him again. I tried to kiss him, but found that it wasn't possible. I was panting too hard.

 

Zaraki was pumping into me, taking me forcefully. I loved the feel of him as he pushed into me. Never before had I desired a man so much, or so often. Zaraki was taking me hard and fast, but I wanted more. My legs were starting to feel weak, even though they were not supporting me. I clung to him determinedly, feeling my desire rise even more. He made me feel wanton and abandoned.

 

“Harder, please, harder.” I didn't realise how much I had wanted him this morning. I wanted him more now. I didn't care if we were married or just having sex. Lust and love were powerful aphrodisiacs.

 

In answer to my pleas, Zaraki was moving into me faster and harder. I felt my orgasm swell and screamed as it overtook me. Zaraki came at the same time, yelling “Beloved.”

 

I rested my head on his shoulder. We'd hardly made it through the door. I was relieved he'd remembered to close it. The news of our marriage would spread rapidly. There would be people outside, gawking soon enough.

 

Zaraki let out a shuddering sigh as his penis slipped out of me, and carried me into the bedroom. I noticed that the bed had been freshly made, with clean white sheets. I was again pleased he had the large western style bed. He deposited me on the bed and looked at me enquiringly.

 

“You're my wife now. I won't have to worry about anyone misunderstanding the situation. No one will try to take you from me.” He nodded to himself and smiled at me.

 

It sounded strange to hear the word `wife' from Zaraki's mouth. “And I won't have to worry about other women.” That was a strange thought.

 

“What do you have to worry about?” Zaraki was frowning at me.

 

“You've had lovers before. You admitted it.” If he could worry about ex-lovers, so could I.

 

“Not lovers. Never had a lover before you. Only had sex partners. There's a difference. I told you, none of them lasted. None of them seemed to care much.” Zaraki shrugged. He sat on the bed and began to undo my shirt. Within a few seconds it lay on the floor.

He ripped my hakama off my body. “No point in keeping that. It's ruined anyway. For the next three days you won't wear any clothing. I want to be able to enter you at any time. We've only got these three day before we have to concentrate on other things.

 

Three days of sex? I felt a twinge of fear. I was unsure if I had the stamina for three days of continual sex. I had no doubt that Zaraki meant what he said. I'd not had the experience of constant sex until we'd started screwing. I remembered how sore I had been after the first day. I gulped slightly.

 

Zaraki noticed my nervous reaction. “Is that a problem? Why do you look scared? It's just sex.”

 

`I shook my head. “It's not that, Zaraki. I don't know if I can have sex for three days straight.”

 

“What do you mean? When you were with Gin, you must have spent days in bed.” Zaraki seemed confused by my reaction.

 

“Not really, no. We had sex maybe once or twice a day every so often. We were both busy. Gin could be very elusive.” I didn't want to say anything more. I didn't want to tell Zaraki everything about Gin. It was in the past and unimportant. “Have you?”

 

`No. I always wanted to. You're not going to get scared, are you?” He held me close. “It's only sex. We've had sex before, lots of sex.”

 

“But not three days worth. I don't know if I can keep up.” I couldn't believe this conversation. Would we ever have an ordinary discussion? Why were we talking about this?

 

“Let's take it one fuck at a time. You're naked and available. I want you.” He bent his head and kissed me passionately.

 

I could feel my lust rising. We'd just had sex. Why did I want him again so urgently?

 

“You're still dressed. Why am I bare and you clothed? It doesn't seem fair to me.” I started to remove his captain's coat but got distracted by his proximity and put my hand on his exposed chest, feeling his firm, warm flesh. If I had to be nude, so should he.

 

“Yuck. Gross,” said a voice from the doorway.

 

We both turned and looked. Yachiru was standing there staring at me with an expression of absolute disgust on her face. Her pink hair seemed to stand on end and the normal sparkle in her eyes was replaced by the glitter of anger. I had never seen her eyes narrowed like that before. Her body seemed to express tension and her hands were on her hips as she thrust her face forward.

 

“Is it true Ken-chan? Is it true that you married that woman?” Yachiru jerked her head in my direction and then sneered at me.

 

I remembered that Zaraki had only kicked the door shut behind us, intent as he had been on sex. Embarrassed, I looked around for something to cover my body. Zaraki took off his coat and wrapped it around me, then arranged his clothing. Yachiru watched, her eyes becoming wide with astonishment, anger and something that looked like envy, at Zaraki's action. I felt some comfort that Zaraki thought about me before himself. I wasn't looking forward to this conversation. I slipped my arms through the coat and tried to relax. .

 

“What are you doing here? Must have forgotten to lock the door. Yeah. We're married. So what?” Zaraki took my hand in his and looked at Yachiru frowning. He did not seem pleased with the questions, or the attitude of his lieutenant. “It's my decision.”

 

Yachiru opened her mouth to say something.

 

“I don't have to explain myself to you or anyone else in this division. I've already had to explain to the bloody Captain-General. What's your problem?” Zaraki was very brusque in his response. His hand tightened on mine. I knew he was becoming angry. Yachiru's behaviour implied criticism at his actions.

 

“My problem? It's your problem. You hardly know her. Why marry her? I hated it when you brought her back here. You were snappy after she went to the human world. I hoped you'd forget her., but you didn't. When you were grumpy yesterday, I knew you'd broken up. When that woman's captain came, it was really obvious she'd left. You made me cry, but I was happy she'd gone. I thought everything would go back to normal. But then you waited until I left before you snuck over to her place. Why? You were never serious about anyone before. The others only lasted a few days before you got bored with them. Why marry this one? She's nothing. Why did you marry her?” Yachiru's voice was becoming shrill as she asked the questions.

 

“It's not your place to question me, Lieutenant.” Zaraki's voice was low and hard. I noticed a steely look enter his eyes as he stared at the pink haired girl. Zaraki hated having his decisions queried. Yachiru knew that, she'd been close to Zaraki for so long. I couldn't understand why she was deliberately making her captain angry.

 

She walked closer to her captain. “Ken-chan, it won't work. You know it won't work. She doesn't understand about you. She doesn't know you.” There was a pleading note in her tone that I never thought I would hear.

 

“What don't I understand?” I hated the way this conversation was going. I was again being discussed, but not included. I didn't like her words.

 

“Tell her to go. Ask the Captain-General to cancel the marriage. You don't need her. She's Smilers reject.” Yachiru ignored my question and appealed to Zaraki. She was standing beside the bed. I felt very uncomfortable. I wished she had not mentioned Gin.

 

“What don't I understand? What do I need to know?” I was becoming annoyed at the attitude. She was telling Zaraki to get rid of me. She was staring intently at Zaraki, ignoring me completely.

 

“I want her out of here. I want her to go away. We'll never have fun anymore if you're married. You'll want to spend all your time with her.” Yachiru addressed me her tone becoming increasingly angry as she spoke. “Get out of here. You're not wanted. Stupid woman. Ken-chan doesn't need you. Why would he need anyone like you? He only needs 11th Division and me. You've already had one captain, a traitor who dumped you. Leave mine alone.” She raised her hand as if preparing to slap me. I tensed preparing to raise the hand Zaraki was not holding, to deflect the slap.

 

Zaraki grabbed her hand before she could land the blow. He didn't try to hurt Yachiru; he just looked at her sorrowfully. “I thought you would be happy for me.”

 

Yachiru eyes became very bright, as if they were flooding with tears, and she jerked her hand out of his grasp. She swallowed a number of times as if trying to gain control. “Why, why did you marry her? Why Ken-chan? Why?” she was wailing as if her heart was breaking. “You have me. You have your friends. Why do you need anyone else? You can get women for sex. You didn't have to get married.”

 

“I love her.” Zaraki said the words softly, with a sincerity I had not heard until now. The way he said the words, even more than the words, made me pause. I shivered. He meant them. For the first time I really understood that Zaraki loved me, not as an intellectual concept, but in truth. I held my breath in wonder.

 

Stunned the 11th Division's lieutenant looked at her captain and then at me. A tear trickled down her cheek. “You, you love her? How can you love her? How? She's ordinary, nothing special. Yu don't know her. You've never loved any of the others.” She turned to me. “Do you love him? Do you love Ken-chan?”

 

I looked at Zaraki, considering my answer. His eyes met mine and he gave me a half smile as he waited on my answer. “Yes. I love your captain. I have no choice.” I said the words quietly and felt a pain in my chest as I answered. It was as if I was declaring my love for the first time. Zaraki's pupils widened at my answer and then he nodded, as if in relief.

 

Yachiru looked at me closely and then stared at her captain. “Baldy told me you got married, that you loved her. I didn't believe him. He told me not to interrupt, but the door was unlocked. I had to know. Ken-chan, why didn't you tell me? Why did I have to find out from someone else? It's not fair.”

 

“It's not about you.” I began and then stopped. She reminded me of a child in some ways but I knew she was older than she looked. Nevertheless I shouldn't be too harsh. “It wasn't planned. It just happened. Neither of us expected to get married today. I never expected to be married after...” I bit my lip. I didn't want to mention Gin.

 

Yachiru wiped her eyes. “You won't change your mind?” The question was directed at Zaraki.

 

“No.” I had never heard one word convey so much information. Zaraki kissed my hand which he was still holding. I enjoyed the feeling of his lips on my hand. “You know I don't change my mind.”

 

“Will you change your mind? Leave Ken-chan; go back to your pals? Why do you need Ken-chan when you have them?” Yachiru addressed me but was not making her case very strongly with the last few comments. It hurt to hear the disdain in her voice.

 

“I won't let her leave.” Zaraki looked at me. “Matsumoto, you'll stay. Yes, I am ordering you around, but I'm not letting you leave me again.” He turned his attention to his lieutenant. “Yachiru, we'll still have fun. Matsumoto is not moving into our division.” Zaraki's voice was firm.

 

“Will she be living here with you?” Yachiru asked the question I had not even considered. Where were we going to live?

 

“Of course she will be living here. Where else would she live?” Zaraki looked confused at the question. “This is my place and now it's hers.”

 

At his words, the enormity of the situation overwhelmed me. I was married to this man I barely knew. I loved him, I knew that, but how could I live with him? I had not lived with another person for a very long time. It was as if again I had realised the truth of the situation. I started to panic. I felt my face flush and I began to find it difficult to breathe. I tried to take my hand back from Zaraki but he just held it tighter.

 

“Yachiru, leave. Now. I've answered your questions.” He issued the order in a commanding voice which did not allow for dissent. Yachiru immediately obeyed without another word. I heard the door close behind her.

 

“What are you trying to do?” Zaraki's eyes captured mine as I again tried to free my hand.

 

I shook my head in response, not daring to speak. My body turned from hot to cold as the fear began to take over. I had committed myself to this man for the rest of my life. Why had I done that? Too much sex must have skewed my judgement. I had only ever considered marrying Gin. Now I was married to someone else.

 

“Matsumoto, talk to me. What in the name of all evil is going on? I'm only holding your hand.” Zaraki leant closer to me. I shifted away from him. “Answer me woman. What is happening?”

 

`We're married.” The strangled words escaped my mouth. Hearing them said aloud was even more frightening. I started to shake.

 

Zaraki released my hand and gently embraced me, holding me against him, not tightly, but as if he was soothing me. “Yeah, we're married. To each other. So what?” He murmured the words, his cheek pressed to mine.

 

“It scares me. I've only now realised that we're married.” I choked out the words, the shaking continued. At least he was holding me, but I also wanted to be free from his arms. Confusion beset me. I loved him but I wasn't sure that marriage was the right move.

 

“Damn Yachiru. Kid means well, but she came at just the wrong time. Beloved, it doesn't change anything.” Zaraki kissed my ear lobe and continued to hold me.

 

“It changes everything.” I interrupted him. How could he be so calm? “We're married and you expect me to live here with you. Next you'll expect me to wash your clothes, cook your food, and rub your feet.”

 

“Why would I expect that? Why should you have to do any of that? I'm a captain, you're a lieutenant. We have other things to do than worry about that sort of crap, except the foot rub sounds interesting. I only expect lots of sex; you live with me, and more sex.” While he was talking, Zaraki continued to hold me reassuringly. The warmth from his body was gradually warming the chill from mine. The words helped too, a little.

 

Removing his cheek from mine, Zaraki pressed his lips to my cheek and then tenderly kissed my mouth. Again I was reminded that he always managed to convince me to accept stupid ideas after he kissed me. That's why I agreed to marry him in the first place. I ignored my thoughts and returned his kiss, savouring its sweetness. His hair caressed my cheeks as we kissed and I felt how soft his lips were against mine. I had not expected soft lips from this man.

 

“Stop thinking about the big stuff. Now, we were talking about something else. Oh, yeah, three days of sex and you were agreeing it was a good idea. So, do you want to continue? I'll even let you strip me, because I'm feeling big-hearted today. We'll use the oil this time. Not that I think we need it, but just in case.” Zaraki placed my hands on his shirt and encouraged me to remove it. I dropped it to the floor and my hands were moving to his hakama.

 

“Ran. Ran. I've got to talk to you.” A voice called from the front door. I heard the sound of footsteps approaching the bedroom. Quickly I pulled the coat around me, as Zaraki had been intent on removing it while I took off his shirt.

 

“We forgot to lock the bloody door again.” Zaraki cursed. I looked at him, hoping he would not get annoyed at the visitor. He caught my glance and tried to calm down.

 

Renji appeared in the doorway. “Oh, damn. I apologise, Captain Zaraki. Your lieutenant told me it would be okay to visit. In fact she insisted I visit. She said Ran was alone as you were busy elsewhere. Um, can I speak to the 10th Division lieutenant privately, um, Sir?”

 

“No, you frigging cannot. This is my wife and I don't want her speaking to any male privately, except me. And I absolutely don't want her to be private with former lovers, Abarai.” Zaraki had risen from the bed and stood towering over Renji. I found the sight intimidating. I wondered how it made Renji feel.

 

Renji looked up at Zaraki nervously. “Oh, you know, do you? It was a long time ago.” He looked downcast and concerned at this news, as if he was expecting to be punished.

 

“I told him. I had to. Sorry Renji. What was it you needed to say? Can it wait?” I felt guilty at seeing Renji in this position. He was my friend and had helped me so much.

 

“I just heard you'd married the Captain. I wanted to offer my, er, congratulations.” Renji transferred his weight from one foot to another. I could feel that he wanted to leave. Zaraki continued to stare at him.

 

“You take care, Abarai. Your captain knows about your feelings for his sister. He wasn't pleased.” Zaraki's voice did not convey any threat, but Renji looked even more nervous. He moved a little closer to the door.

 

“I know. He came to see me immediately after the captain's meeting. I've never seen him so cold before. He said you threatened to cut him if he tried to do anything. That's why I came. I wanted to ask Ran why you made the threat. I don't understand why you'd take the trouble. He told me that you said you owed me.” Renji was frowning as he looked at Zaraki.

 

“I do owe you, but I don't want to talk about it right now. I'm supposed to be on my honeymoon. Could you kindly fornicate off?” Zaraki smiled at him in a feral fashion, baring his large white teeth. I realised if I did not know Zaraki as I did, I would find it frightening.

 

Renji looked from me to Zaraki and then smiled slightly. “I would never have thought of the two of you getting married. Will you come to my wedding? Rukia's agreed to marry me, now her brother has been given no other choice. I'm going to ask the Captain-General for permission tomorrow.”

 

I clasped my hands together. This was unexpected, but so pleasing. It was right that these two, who had gone through so much together, should be allowed to marry. They'd fight all the time, probably, but that was one of the ways they communicated. “Of course we'll come.” I paused. I'd said the `we' as if we were a couple. We were a couple. It sounded so strange and felt even stranger.

 

“Later Abarai, otherwise I'll barge into your bedroom when you're on your honeymoon. Now get out.” Zaraki walked closer to Renji as if preparing to throw him out.

 

Renji just nodded and left quickly.

 

“I'm going to lock that door before we are interrupted again.” Zaraki began to move out of the bedroom, but I heard the front door open again. I couldn't prevent my laughter escaping me. Another visitor? Had someone organised this?

 

“Ur, hi, Captain. I didn't mean to interrupt, but I saw Renji leaving and your lieutenant said it would be fine if I visited. She thought Ran was by herself. I need to talk to her.” Hisagi's voice was audible to me as he greeted Zaraki. He sounded uncertain.

 

“Leave now, Hisagi. Yeah, we're married, before you ask. She'll talk to you later. We're busy, or I want to be busy, but I keep getting disturbed. Tell my lieutenant that it is not fine, I am damn well here and I do not want to be bloody interrupted again. Here's the door. Exit.” I heard the door open and shut again and the sound of the key turning in the lock.

 

Zaraki walked into the bedroom shaking his head in amazement. “I get more privacy in the bathhouse than I do in my own home. I've only been interrupted once in the last few years.” He grinned at me. “Beloved. Do you want a bath? Do you want to spend the next three days in the bathhouse for a honeymoon? Go back to where it began? No one would interrupt.”

 

“We can't stay in the bathhouse for three days. Other people might want to use it. It wouldn't be fair. I'd get hungry. There's no bed.” All the time I was protesting I was strangely drawn by the thought. I got to my feet and walked close to the captain. The reminder made me want to touch him again. I ached to feel his hands on my body, his mouth on mine.

 

“We'll go there tomorrow. It's okay. I'd already planned a long bath. I've booked it for a few hours. Do you want to interrupt me again? Might be fun.” He was intent on removing his coat from my body. “I thought you were supposed to be stripping me.”

 

“In front of Yachiru, Renji and Hisagi? That sounds pretty kinky to me Zaraki. Are you so bored with me already that you need voyeurs?” I couldn't resist the words as I removed the remainder of his clothes. Once he was naked I ran my hands from his shoulders downward, revelling in the feel of his skin and muscles under my hands. The absurdity of the interruptions had made me realise that life hadn't changed that much. My friends still cared about me, my captain would still become exasperated with me, but I now had someone who wanted me in his life.

 

Pressing my lips against his chest, I knew I was still uncertain and unsure if this would work, if it was love and not just lust, but I didn't care. The fear I had felt before had been dispelled by the laughter. I took Zaraki by the hand and led him to the bed, encouraging him to lie on his back. Once he did, I kissed him on the mouth, just touching his lips gently with my own. From some reason that seemed like a signature kiss: a kiss that conveyed the love without the passion. Zaraki responded by holding my in his arms, kissing me in return. I felt my heart react in a way I did not understand. Now was not the time to analyse my feelings. I didn't have the time.

 

I kissed his cheek, his chin and again returned to kiss the scar that ran down his face. This time he did not flinch. I ran my tongue down his cheek following the line of the scar. It felt different to the skin surrounding it.

 

“What are you doing, woman? Kissing that scar again? Licking it? I've got plenty of other scars you can kiss if you want.” Zaraki indicated his penis.

 

“There aren't any scars there. I would have noticed when I was sucking you.” Zaraki was being playful. That too stuck me as odd.

 

“You'll have to check properly. How do you know there aren't any scars? There might be.” He stretched, placing his hands behind his head. “Have a good look.”

 

“Zaraki, why would you have scars on your penis? That sounds weird. Do you often strip to fight and it got cut? I'd never heard that before. Or did you have some bizarre contest where you and your opponent cut the clothes from each other as a sort of foreplay and it backfired? If so, I hope your opponent was female, otherwise that would be perverted.” Without meaning to my eyes were examining his fully erect penis, checking to see any scars. I couldn't see any and I looked at Zaraki's face. He was frowning at my last comment.

 

“No. I haven't. Where do you get these ideas? Do you want to try it sometime? It would take too long. I prefer the quick and easy method of stripping you. Did you notice any scars?” He placed his warm hand on my back and slowly ran it down, leaving a trail of warmth and arousal in its wake.

 

“I told you I would have noticed.” I reached and touched the band of cloth he wore around his throat. All the times I had thought he was naked even when he was in the bath, I had ignored that band. It seemed to be part of him and I was suddenly curious. He stiffened as I touched the band and pushed my hand away.

 

“Don't touch.” There was a sharpness to his tone I had not heard directed at me before.

 

“Why?” I was curious about his reaction. I reached out to touch the band again and he grabbed my hand.

 

“I said don't touch.” Zaraki was not smiling at me. “It's something I don't discuss.”

 

“Is this why Yachiru said I wouldn't understand? I want to know.” I tried to free my hand but he was gripping it very tightly.

 

“I don't want you to know.” His tone was stern. “Why do you have to know everything?”

 

“But you know so much about me and I know so little about you. I don't know how many lovers you've had, how you received this scar on your face, where you came from. I don't even know how you met Yachiru, Ikkaku and Yumichika. Not knowing makes me feel as if I don't know you.” I could not prevent the note of pleading out of my voice.

 

Zaraki knew about my previous lovers, the rape, my friends and I knew nothing. He'd been a captain when I joined the Gotei 13. I only knew his reputation. There had been a rumour once of a relationship between Captain Unohana and Zaraki, but at the time I was still involved with Gin and didn't pay any attention.

 

Zaraki pulled my face down to his and kissed me as if to stop me asking questions. In spite of my disappointment, I responded. While he was kissing me, his fingers stroked my waist lightly, making me skin tingle. When the kiss finished his mouth moved to my ear and he circled it with his tongue, breathing his warm breath into the ear. No one had done that to me before and I flinched away at first. I was not sure I liked the sensation. Zaraki seemed to notice and his tongue left my ear and briefly licked my neck. If it was a ruse to prevent any further queries, it was working well. I felt my nipples harden as he briefly allowed his tongue to caress my neck.

 

“Do you want me?” Zaraki asked quietly. I wondered that he had to ask.

 

“Yes.” I closed my eyes as Zaraki kissed me again. He moved his lips on mine, hungrily pushing his tongue into my mouth. I remembered I'd ached for his kiss when we'd had sex last time. I returned the kiss, touching his tongue with mine, seeking those places in his mouth he enjoyed me touching.

 

“How much do you want me?” Why was Zaraki asking these questions? It seemed unusual that he required this level of assurance

 

“More than I've wanted any man. Come on Zaraki. You know that. Your touch makes me weak and hot for you. What do you want me to say?” I let my mouth move to the base of his throat and I licked him experimentally. He knew I enjoyed it, I wondered if he would find it pleasurable.

 

Zaraki shuddered under the touch of my tongue. I wondered. I licked him again and then bit him gently. “What are you doing to me woman? What the hell do you think you're doing?”

 

“Treating you the way you treat me. Is that so wrong?” I bit his neck a little harder.

 

“I wondered how it felt. I can see why you like it. Keep going, beloved. It makes up for the interruptions by your friends.” Zaraki hands held my waist as I continued to pay attention to his neck. I avoided the band of cloth, not wanting a confrontation.

 

“Didn't Captain Unohana do this to you when you were screwing?” I couldn't stop myself asking the question.

 

“No, she didn't. It was only a very short term thing. She didn't enjoy sex the way you do. She wasn't as eager or hot. Oh damn it, Matsumoto. Shut up.” His hands grabbed my face and crushed my mouth against his. The kiss radiated the passion I could tell he was feeling.

 

As he kissed me, his hands began to travel over my body, pausing here and there to touch lingeringly, to caress longingly. I forgot about other captains, previous lovers. I disregarded everything except how to get the man between my legs again and inside me. Finally his hand travelled down to my mound and I moaned into the kiss as his fingers parted me and touched my clit, entering me as if testing to see if I was ready.

 

“You want me again. I just want to get inside you and fuck you hard.” Zaraki pulled his mouth from mine to tell me this. I let my hand encompass his erection. He was hot and hard against my palm.

 

“Do you want me to beg you again, Zaraki? I will.”

 

Zaraki quickly knelt between my parted legs. “Begging is good. You already are.”

 

He entered me, telling me how good I felt. His words made me more aroused as did his penis. I wondered if I was becoming a sex addict. I'd never wanted a man like this, or as often. The fact that I aroused him, aroused me.

 

He began to thrust into me in a rhythm I liked. “Tell me how it feels. I want to hear you tell me.”

 

“You feel so good when you're inside me. I want you inside me all the time. I love it when you fuck me. You make me want you so much. God, Zaraki. I get aroused just thinking about you.” I told him the whole truth. I could barely control the moans as I talked. He was giving me so much pleasure. The words made him plunge into me harder.

 

A hell butterfly fluttered through the window and an alarm sounded. An emergency. The arrancar were attacking. It was too early. What was going on?

 

“Can't we finish?” I knew it was a dumb question, but I was sick of interruptions.

 

“I don't think we can.” Zaraki withdrew, grudgingly, and we listened to the message conveyed by the butterfly. “Nope. Immediate response. You'll have to report to your division. Beloved, don't let anyone kill you. I need to finish this fuck. I want our three days. I want you screaming my name again.” He kissed me before he rose and began to dress. I quickly found some clothes and put them on.

 

“I love you, Zaraki. You better not die, either. I'm not satisfied, yet. It's your job as my husband to make sure I am.” As I spoke I realised it was the first time I had called Zaraki my husband.

 

Zaraki heard the words and pulled me close. “You called me `husband'. I think you might begin to believe it.” He lowered his head and kissed me. “I won't bother with the bells, I don't have time, but I will wear this.” Zaraki replaced his eye patch. I was not happy to see it. “Remember the rules. Don't die and don't fuck anyone else.” Zaraki grinned at me as he pulled on his captains' coat.

 

“The same applies to you, Zaraki.” I kissed him quickly and left, returning to my division to find out what I needed to do. Our honeymoon was suspended. It was annoying.

 

A. N:

I know. It's too romantic.

 

The next chapter? Another fortnight. If I decide to write it, that is.