Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Different Circumstances ❯ The Kiss ( Chapter 12 )

Tite Kubo owns Bleach and the characters depicted therein. The characters in this story are not mine.

 

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The Kiss

 

The sound of moaning and a feeling of sensual delight awoke me. The moaning was constant and sounded familiar and I wished whoever was making the noise would stop as it was distracting me from the waves of pleasure that were sweeping through my body. A hand was leisurely caressing my breasts, occasionally grazing the nipple, and then gradually moving on leaving me longing for more as it travelled leisurely down, caressing my stomach and then settling between my legs where it teased me. A hard penis was pushing into me in a steady and arousing rhythm while the hand excited me, and I noticed my body was instinctively pushing back, even while I was half asleep.

 

“Zaraki?” I had to ask. The scent was right, the teasing, the feel of the erection, my unconscious desire and the movement. It had to be him. The moaning stopped as I asked the question, and I realised I had been the source of the sound.

 

“Who else would be fucking you awake, Matsumoto?” Zaraki's voice sounded thick with lust as he continued to move into me.

 

“I don't know.” I was a little disorientated and the overwhelming longing for him was making it difficult to think. I wanted to concentrate on how Zaraki was stroking me and making my body react to his touch.

 

“Are you awake?” Zaraki increased the speed of his thrusts just slightly and I heard myself moaning again.

 

“I'm awake, if you promise not to stop. Please don't stop.” My voice sounded husky as I spoke. His hand was still moving between my breasts and thighs, but seemed to be further away as if he wanted to tantalise me with less contact. If he stopped, I would have to do something drastic.

 

“Why would I stop? I woke up and found I was still inside you and you were pushing back on me slightly as you slept. Beloved, it's your own fault; I had to fuck you, there was no choice.” After he spoke he began licking the back of my neck. I had experienced this briefly before, but now I realised that his tongue was having the same effect on me as when he licked the front of my neck. His tongue traced patterns of fire on my skin and inspired me to take some action. I grabbed his teasing hand and made it touch me the way I desired. No more pure tantalisation, but increasing arousal. I wriggled as he continued to screw me, thinking this was the best way to wake up.

 

Suddenly Zaraki withdrew. For a moment I became scared that he didn't want to continue until I found he was pulling me onto my back. “I want to watch your face as you come this time,” was his comment as he pushed my legs apart and began to ease inside me again, grunting with pleasure as he did so. Once he was inside me I threw my arms around him and pressed onto the hard penis that was moving into me making me feel so wanton. It felt so good that I never wanted him to finish.

 

“I want to kiss you.” My eyes were closed and I felt the touch of his lips on mine and his tongue slid into my mouth. That was the only movement I could feel as he kissed me, his body became still as if he was concentrating only on my mouth. I felt a shiver run through me as his tongue found a place that seemed directly connected with the pleasure centre in my brain. I locked my legs around his hips and tried to push on him as he continued to kiss me. I wanted him badly.

 

“Kiss me. Concentrate on kissing me,” Zaraki ordered briefly removing his lips from mine. It sounded like an order.

 

“I can't concentrate when you kiss me like that. If you keep kissing me like that I'll go wild,” I protested.

 

“Good,” was his reply and he again kissed me.

 

I tried to concentrate on the kiss and then decided to see if there was any way in which I could return the favour. My tongue began to search his mouth as he continued to arouse me with just the kiss. I began touching his back, moving my hands over it feeling the warmth of his skin on my palms, feeling his strength and power. I had to keep touching him, I wanted to know his body completely, and each touch was a way of claiming his body from any hands that had embraced it previously. He had expressed his desire to possess me, to show everyone his ownership. I felt the same; I wanted him to long for the contact of my hands, to expect the feel of my fingers, to fall in love with the caress of my skin on his own. My tongue continued the search but while I was becoming more excited by the kiss, my tongue did not seem to find the same response that he was drawing from me.

 

As Zaraki continued to kiss me I could feel my nipples straining against his chest, longing for his touch or his tongue, while my hips were bucking gently under him, trying to encourage him to plunge into me, to take me forcefully but he just kissed me, fully inside me; he had found another way to torture me. I could smell my arousal and could feel how slick I was becoming from his kiss, but I wanted the movement, I wanted to feel his hunger for me. Regretfully I pulled my mouth from his, knowing that I would have to beg.

 

“Please, Zaraki. Please, beloved Zaraki.” Making my voice sound as pitiful as possible, I started my entreaty. No man had ever made me beg before, but he'd told me he liked it.

 

“Please what? You want me to continue kissing you like that?” He grinned at me; his eyes hooded darkly, passion burning in their depths. He knew what I was asking, but wanted to hear me beg.

 

“I'm begging you,” I tried a different tack, and kissed his cheek, and then sucked it gently.

 

He sighed as I kissed him in this way. “I like that, I like that type of kiss and now you're begging me to kiss you? Yeah, I'll kiss you again,” he brought his lips close to mine. I drew my head back before he could capture my mouth because I knew if he kissed me again I would be helpless with desire and probably not be able to form words.

 

“Zaraki, kiss me if you wish but only if we're having sex at the same time. Please, I implore you.” It would be stupid to deny my lust.

 

“Hot, aren't you? I can smell and feel how hot you are. You're so hot and slick from a kiss. Matsumoto, I will kiss you like that often. Hearing you beg me to fuck you, it's good, but I love the feel of being inside you while you want me so much. You have to tell me that want me, above all others. You have to desire me deep inside you until no other man can satisfy you.” Instead of kissing my mouth again as I expected his head moved down and he began to kiss my chest, moving down unhurriedly to my breasts, gentle kisses interspersed with harder kisses where he drew the flesh in his mouth. He was taking his time, travelling down until he licked around a nipple with just the tip of his tongue.

 

All the time he was kissing me I was going crazy. I groaned at the teasing sensations and tried to move on him, tried to push him on his back, anything, but he just held me still as his tongue and mouth teased me. I strived to push upwards to increase the contact between my breast and his mouth, but he just moved his head further back and continued his torment. I grabbed his head, knowing it would be no use and whimpering I tried to make him suck me, lick me, anything. All at once I felt his mouth envelop the nipple and he sucked hard. The sensation made me twitch with desire and I sighed loudly. “Zaraki, please stop tormenting me. How could I want anyone else?” The pressure of his mouth increased and I couldn't talk as the pleasure overwhelmed me. When I gained my breath back I tried to continue. “Haven't I told you before? No one has made me feel like this, shackled with passion, awash with desire. I didn't know I could come each time I had sex or that any man could make me desire his touch, his kiss, his penis deep inside me. I didn't know I could be driven out of my mind and lose control…” I stopped shocked at my revealing statement. I knew he was going to stop, to question me about my previous lovers.

 

Instead, he suddenly began to move into me, a fast driving rhythm that rocked me, made my bones turn to jelly and my body to erupt in an orgasm that made me see the stars move as I came shuddering; this surpassed any sensation I had previously felt. I think I stopped breathing as the shock waves of pleasure overwhelmed me.

 

Finally I opened my eyes to find Zaraki staring at me, a mixture of two emotions evident. I could see the question in his gaze, but the other feeling was unusual. Was it pride? Was the man proud that he could make me come, or what? I could feel him still deep inside me and wondering I started to ask a question, but was interrupted. “Why didn't you…”

 

“What did you mean you didn't know you could come each time? What are you saying?” As if emphasising his point, Zaraki kissed my mouth briefly as he thrust into me just once.

 

“Why didn't you come?” I didn't want to answer the question. The expression he'd worn was pride.

 

“I almost did. The way you came that time was different; never felt intensity like that before, but what you said distracted me. Answer the question.” Zaraki's lips moved to my ear and his hot breath made tingles run over my skin. He started to screw me again and I felt my body begin to respond even though I had only just come.

 

“Do I have to explain?” I didn't want to explain.

 

“If you don't, I'll stop and you're enjoying it, aren't you? I can tell by the way you're moving. Never met a woman you could keep pace with me the way you can.” Zaraki's eyes captured my own and compelled me to answer.

 

“Why would you stop? You're enjoying it as well, you know you are. Please, please don't make me tell you now. I'll tell you later but now I want to feel what you're doing to me. Each time we have sex you make me belong to you even more. Why talk about the past? I love the way you make me feel, the way you move inside me. Touching you makes me want you; being in the same room and unable to touch you is a torment. I don't want anyone else; not now; not ever again.” My voice sank to a whisper as I uttered the words, knowing I was debasing myself completely, but there was no longer any reason to hide my feelings.

 

As if spurred on by my words, Zaraki began to take me hard, with all the stored passion I had sensed within him. His mouth was on mine and he was pumping into me as if he no longer had any control of his actions. It was like he had to come soon or he would die. My body responded to his passion and I joined in the frenzy so quickly that we came together, shuddering as our orgasms overtook us at the same time.

 

My body was bathed in perspiration and the sheets beneath me were damp. Zaraki lay on top of me and I didn't want him to move, no matter how heavy he felt. I put my arms around him, holding him close. The thought of him withdrawing from me could not be countenanced. If this was love, I had never tasted these depths, this longing and passion before.

 

Zaraki rolled off me and onto his side, his hands capturing me and drawing me close as I began to mourn the lack of intimate joining.

 

“Talk, now,” his breathing was harsh, but his hands were gentle and loving as he held me near, making me feel that he could not abide to be apart from me.

 

“What do you mean?” I demurred. Yet another secret would be told and again he wouldn't tell me anything in return.

 

“Beloved, Matsumoto, no woman made me want them the way you do. I'll never let you touch another man; I want to be inside you all the time, feeling you around me. But tell me what you meant.” His lips lay a trail of kisses on my shoulders, making me concentrate on him, not on his questions. He stopped kissing me and looked at me inquisitively.

 

“It's history, unimportant. I only want to think of you, be with you. The past has no relevance.” I was trying to make him let it rest.

 

“The past is relevant. I want to know everything about you so that no one can tell me something I don't know.” His words struck a chord in me.

 

“I hardly know anything about you. If I tell you anything, you have to tell me about your past, who you've screwed, if you've been married before.” I wanted to know everything about him and who he'd had sex with in the past. I didn't want any surprises either.

 

He laughed without humour. “Me, married before? Do you understand what it meant for me to marry you? I swore never to marry. Every time I started fucking a woman I told her it was only for the sex, to never expect love. Marriage for a captain is wrong, especially for me; but you made me change my mind.”

 

“I remember the speech. What was it you said? `Don't expect romance or anything else. Don't have time for that crap. It's just sex.' You said that to me in the bathhouse.” I recalled how I'd accepted it then because at least he wanted me.

 

“Yeah, I remember. Getting close to someone is a mistake, but you're special. You caused me to break the pledge I made after Yachiru died…”

 

I was confused. Yachiru wasn't dead. She was alive and probably trying to work out a way to destroy our marriage. What was he talking about?

 

Noticing my confusion, Zaraki began to explain, “The original Yachiru was my younger sister. She went to buy food one night and some bastard killed her for the little money she had. I was going to buy the food, I but got involved is a stupid pointless brawl and was late returning. When she died, I promised I would never marry because I failed to protect my sister.” His voice was stripped of emotion as he spoke and I could feel the tension in his body.

 

My mouth fell open. Zaraki had a sister? He continued to talk, not looking at me, but gazing at the ceiling with a frown furrowing his face. The man was more complex than I realised and I felt his sorrow and guilt at the death of Yachiru.

 

“Fighting was all that was left to me after her death. Hunting down her killer didn't take long and then I only felt like I lived when I was fighting.” Zaraki sighed harshly. “When I met the kid, my lieutenant, she was just a baby and her smile lit up her face like Yachiru's. I gave her the name and protected her, like I didn't protect my sister. No one else would take care of her and she's become like an annoying bratty sibling. I will protect you, no matter what it takes. You mean more to me than my sister, than Yachiru, than anything. Now I only feel like I'm alive when I'm fucking you.” Pausing, Zaraki kissed me lightly on the mouth and I felt as if my soul was being drawn from my body. The love I felt for this man surpassed anything I had felt until now.

 

I kissed him tenderly, in response. I had not expected to find out this much about him. It grieved me that he had shut himself away from love because of the guilt he felt. I decided to tell him the truth which I had hidden from everyone, most of all, myself.

 

“Gin wanted me to concentrate totally on him every time we had sex. I had to please him, make certain that he received maximum pleasure from my body and forget that I had any desires. He was my first lover; I didn't know it could be any different and I thought I loved him, so pleasing him was more important than anything else. At first we had lots of sex, but later we didn't screw often, maybe once or twice a week, before he rejected me. I came rarely when we were together. I kept having sex with him as long as I did because I thought I loved him and I hoped that I'd keep him. Then I told him I loved him and he dumped me. After that Aizen raped me and sex became something I didn't want to think about. The first time, when Renji made me come, he was concentrating on me and didn't try to penetrate me. I didn't feel pressured and it worked. The first time we tried to fuck was a disaster. I remembered the rape and became tense; I felt guilty, dirty and used. He withdrew and told me a joke and then tickled me. I was laughing so hard that when we started having sex it was part of the tickling and he was laughing too. It was a revelation because he wanted me to enjoy it, he wanted to make it fun and it was. I didn't come each time I was with him and it didn't last, maybe because we didn't love each other and I knew he was thinking about Rukia. It's not important. With you it's been different. You've never even thought about whether I come or not. You just have sex with me until I do, or lick me until I do, or you drive me mad with lust first and then I lose control.” I shut my eyes. My mouth had again betrayed me.

 

“You mean you weren't like this with previous lovers?” Zaraki's voice was incredulous.

 

“Ask Renji, if you really have to, but I'd prefer it if you didn't. No, I was not like this with previous lovers. How could I be?” I could feel my eyes were wet, but I ignored them and kissed Zaraki. I grabbed his hand and dragged it between my legs. “I didn't know what it was like. Feel me, wet with you, wet with my own desire. I want you now; I want you when I look at you. Zaraki, please kiss me. I don't want to say anything else.”

 

Zaraki's hand guided as it had been by mine, began to touch me again, feeling my slick heat, exploring me. I almost shrieked as a further rush of lust overcame me.

 

Fastening his lips to mine, Zaraki pulled my hand to his hardening penis. I sighed gratefully as I felt the hot, hard flesh respond to my urgent touch. He wanted me; he hadn't been disgusted by my spoken passion, desire and desperation for him. I kissed him, touched him and wanted him.

 

“Ichimaru is a fool. How could he not want you, squirming with lust while he was inside you? Matsumoto, you're telling the truth, aren't you?” His voice held a hint of disbelief.

 

“You've told me I'm crap at lying,” I continued to fondle his erection as I spoke. “I'll tell you a lie if you can't believe me. Listen: I don't want you to plunge this hot, raging erection inside me until we both come over and over again. I never want you to touch me again,” I continued as I grabbed the hand that wasn't already touching me and clamped it to my breast. Even to my ears it sounded like a lie.

 

Zaraki's lips touched my shoulder and I felt the hint of teeth as if he was having difficulty in maintaining his restraint. “Okay, I believe you. Now, get on top of me quickly woman. You want me so badly I can feel your heat increasing as I touch you.”

 

He didn't need to ask me twice. I was astride him, urging him inside me within seconds of his suggestion. I forgot to consider him. My urge to take him was so intense I began to move on him quickly, feeling him slide inside me. Unconsciously my hands began to touch his chest as I slid further onto his penis and then let it slip out of me slightly before I reclaimed it again. No other woman would be allowed to touch him. I would make the touch of another woman unbearable if I could make him long for me the way I felt about him.

 

Thinking about that, I realised I should be pleasing him as well as sating my own lust. I opened my eyes and saw his face in an expression that was hard to read. I stopped moving and gently touched his cheek. “I'm sorry,” was all I could think of to say.

 

Zaraki opened one eye with difficulty. “You can apologise for stopping later. Now, I want you to keep going. Damn it Matsumoto, what do I need to do? Keep fucking me this way and we'll never get out of bed.” He pushed upward and I realised that he had been enjoying me as I enjoyed him.

 

Reassured, I began to move on him as if it was the last chance I would have to take him. I built into a rhythm, pushing my hands through my hair as his hands sought and claimed my breasts, fondling them, then they moved down, touching my stomach and then even lower. Not only did I not wish to screw anyone else, the thought of another mans hands on my body made me feel ill. I quickly dismissed those thoughts as my excitement grew; thinking was interfering with the bliss I was experiencing. Continuing the rhythm I leant forward and sought Zaraki's mouth, kissing him hard as we continued to move together. His hands moved to my face, cupping my chin as he again found that certain place. This time he could not prevent my movement or delay my orgasm. I found myself again out of control, quivering and coming, having to draw my mouth from his as I gasped in the air I desperately needed. Thrusting into me a few more times Zaraki also came.

 

I lay, sprawled on his chest, spent. I briefly rubbed my face against him and considered if it was possible to move. I was thirsty and felt in need of a wash. Looking toward the window, I noticed the sun was high in the sky. I didn't know what time it was or what day, how long we had slept and how many hours we had screwed.

 

“Hey, beloved. I just remembered I've booked the bathhouse today. Do you want to join me?” I heard Zaraki's voice rumble in his chest as he spoke. He sounded content with the life.

 

I thought about it. A bath would be nice, but I was sure it would lead to more sex and I was sceptical if I had the energy for more. I wasn't even sure I had enough energy to walk there. As I thought about it, I had doubts that I would even be able to roll off the top of Zaraki.

 

“I'm tired,” my voice croaked out.

 

“I'll carry you.” I had anticipated the offer, but I didn't know if I had the energy to dress myself. “Wear your new gown. It'll be easy to take off?”

 

I pressed my lips to his skin and decided I would have just enough energy to put on the gown. If he carried me I could luxuriate in the bath once we arrived. Then I realised a possible explanation for my tiredness. “I'm hungry.”

 

I heard Zaraki laugh at my words. “Yeah, I should've guessed. I have to keep feeding you. There should be some food in the house, or do you want me to have some delivered to the bath.”

 

I craned my neck to look at him. “Both.” I licked my lips impatiently, in anticipation.

 

Gazing at me, he stretched out a hand and grazed my cheek with his fingers. “I'll have to get up.”

 

I nodded.

 

“I can't get up if you're lying on top of me.”

 

I nodded again.

 

“I like you lying on top of me, but you want food.”

 

I nodded for a third time. Was he trying to say something?

 

“Can you move?”

 

I shook my head.

 

Sighing slightly, Zaraki gently transferred me onto the bed and kissed me briefly. He rose and left the room. I watched him leaving the room, admiring his body and the muscles in his buttocks as he walked. A few minutes later he returned and plunked some food on the bed and handed me a glass of water. I drank the water greedily, feeling my parched throat relax under the refreshing drink. He sat down and started to munch on something.

 

I grabbed some rice cakes and started gnawing on them. I don't like rice cakes much, but they were the first things that came to hand. As I chewed I looked at the rest of the food. There was some dried fruit and my hands greedily reached out to pluck that from the bed only to see Zaraki's hand take it. “I wanted that,” I wailed, like a child deprived of a sweet.

 

“We'll share,” he opened the packet and held a piece of fruit, an apricot, in front of my mouth. I ate if from his fingers and then he fed me another piece. The fruit was sweet and I reached to grab another piece but he was already placing it between my lips. I watched his mouth hungrily as he ate some and grabbing his face I kissed him, tasting the sweetness of the fruit and the warmth of his mouth. We shared the rest of the fruit, kissing each other after each piece until it was finished. Zaraki got to his feet and began to dress. I wondered why he was dressing as I didn't want him to leave me.

 

“Get dressed, or we'll miss the bath and I want to soak for a while.” He was fully dressed and looked down as I continued to sit on the bed.

 

Remembering his earlier comments I rose from the bed and began to prepare for our bath. I shrugged into Zaraki's gift and looked for a brush for my hair. There was one, but it was not mine. I hesitated briefly and then asked, “May I borrow your brush? I want to tidy up.”

 

Zaraki nodded, watching me, his eyes moving down my face as I picked up the brush and tried to untangle the knots. A frown formed on his face and he opened his mouth as if to say something, but instead looked away. I wondered why, but concentrated on making my hair smooth, then decided I should see how it looked. I checked the mirror t and was pleased to see that my hair as normal, but I experienced a shock when I saw my neck. The bruising had increased and the teeth marks were still visible. Gazing into the mirror in disbelief, I reached to touch the mark, wondering why it didn't hurt.

 

“I'd better take some salve. It's stopping any pain at the moment and if you wash it off, it might start hurting,” Zaraki's voice distracted me from my reflection and I noticed that his band of cloth was in place, hiding his scar from sight. He proffered a strip of material to me. “You might want to wear this, or not. It'll cover the mark.” He looked slightly shamed.

 

It was a dilemma. If I did not cover the bite people would believe there was something wrong between us. If I did cover the bite with the band of cloth and as I was wearing a replica of his captain's coat it would look peculiar, like I was copying him or he owned me. I didn't know what to do. Walking over to where my clothes were stored, I contemplated my options. A number of fresh uniforms, some underwear; nothing that would conceal the bite. There was no choice. Taking off my gown I quickly dressed in a uniform.

 

“I think you're making a mistake. I'll rip that one off you know, once we get to the bathhouse.” Zaraki seemed disappointed that I wasn't wearing his present.

 

“I'll take a spare. I don't want people to think that I'm copying you and if I wore the gown people will stare. I have to wear the band of cloth, to hide the mark, but it might be less noticeable if I'm wearing a uniform.” I grabbed a spare uniform. “It doesn't matter if you rip it off. I think you enjoy stripping me that way.”

 

He snorted with laughter at my comment and watched as I finished dressing.

 

“Beloved?” There was a tone in Zaraki's voice I did not recognise. I looked at him as he moved close and placed the band of cloth around my neck in a tender fashion. “While we're busy, I want to get your stuff moved here, mainly your clothes. You're my wife and you are going to live with me. Give me the key to your place.”

 

I paused. We were married and he'd mentioned moving in with him previously. I knew it was going to happen and I had to live with him by order of the Captain-General, but the reality made me stop dead. It meant the loss of my freedom, independence and privacy. I didn't understand the way my mind worked. Loving Zaraki, I wanted to spend every moment with him, yet at the same time I was scared of being with him all the time. I had lived with Gin only briefly when we were having sex and that experiment had not worked. He'd accused me of being too dependent. I didn't know how to live with another person and though I knew that these were completely different circumstances, it made me wonder if this was the right thing to do.

 

The other factor that played in my hesitation was we were still on our abbreviated honeymoon and the thought of packing and unpacking was not attractive while our time together, without interruption, was so limited. While I had the chance I didn't want to be thinking about anything so ordinary. I decided to compromise. “Okay, but can we leave the big stuff for later? I don't want to be distracted from you by things.” I retrieved my key and handed it to him which he took and then kissed me.

 

“Fine. Let's go.” He led the way to the door, opened it and then picked me up, preparing to make good his promise of carrying me. Then he stopped. I looked to see what was drawing his attention.

 

The whole contingent of 11th Division was waiting outside.

 

A. N.

 

 

Thanks to the people who tell me that you're enjoying the story. More plot in the next chapter.