Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Different Circumstances ❯ The Discussion ( Chapter 2 )

 

Tite Kubo owns Bleach. I just borrowed the characters.

 

The name Zaraki remains. I cannot write him as Kenpachi.

 

The Discussion

 

Zaraki opened the door. My captain entered the room already talking.

 

“I don't know why you called me here, Zaraki. Your 3rd seat was most insistent that I visit. I told him all I needed was your verbal agreement to send a few members of 11th Division…” his mouth dropped open when he saw me standing in the room. His gaze moved from me to Zaraki and back again.

 

“I wondered where you were. You were sent out hours ago to get a simple response. Now I find you here. What have you done this time?” he asked me. Without waiting for a response he turned his attention to Zaraki. “I apologise for her behaviour. I will speak to her about it and make sure it is not repeated,” he said quietly, while turning a scathing look in my direction.

 

“Captain Hitsugaya. I respectfully thank you for responding to my request,” Zaraki began formally, his tone polite.

 

Toshiro looked at Zaraki, surprise evident in his face. “It's not like you to be so formal, Captain Zaraki,” he commented and then frowned. “I heard a rumour on the way here,” he said thoughtfully. “Seireitei is humming with the news. I didn't want to believe it. Idle gossip is often wrong.”

 

“He has heard,” I thought. “How difficult is he going to make this?”

 

“I called you here to tell you something of importance. Your lieutenant and I are, um,” Zaraki said lost for words. He frowned slightly.

 

“What? Getting married?” Toshiro said disbelievingly.

 

“No,” Zaraki and I said together forcefully.

 

“In love?” Toshiro asked, with more disbelief in his voice.

 

“No,” we again replied. What was my captain thinking?

 

“Moving in together?” Toshiro asked. His eyebrows were almost disappearing into his hairline.

 

“Not yet,” Zaraki replied. I shot a look in his direction. He seemed pretty confident. It irritated me that he liked to make decisions without asking my opinion.

 

“Do you even like each other?” Toshiro asked curiously.

 

“That's not important,” said Zaraki. “Why all this talk about feelings?”

 

“Could you just tell me, or will I keep guessing?” Toshiro said impatiently.

 

“We're having sex,” Zaraki said bluntly. Finally the words had been said.

 

“Okay. And my interest in this matter is?” Toshiro asked with a sigh.

 

“I want the lieutenant transferred to my Division,” Zaraki demanded.

 

“No,” I said. Zaraki hadn't asked me. I didn't agree. Typical behaviour of the man.

 

They both ignored me, looking at each other intently.

 

“Now let me understand this,” Toshiro said shaking his head. “You two are screwing.”

 

“Yes,” said Zaraki, patiently.

 

“But Matsumoto…” Toshiro began.

 

“We have agreed to be exclusive,” I broke in. I didn't want him to say anything that would require more explanations.

 

Toshiro's face went blank. I think he was trying to stop from smirking. “Why do you want her to move to 11th Division? To keep an eye on her?” Toshiro asked Zaraki.

 

“No,” said Zaraki with less conviction than I could have wished.

 

“You already have a lieutenant and a very competent 3rd and 5th seat, if my sources are to be believed,” Toshiro said reasonably. “Matsumoto is my lieutenant. Are you proposing to replace your lieutenant with her?

 

Zaraki looked stunned. “No.”

 

“So, a move to your Division would ultimately mean a demotion for Matsumoto,” Toshiro said clearly. “I'm sorry, but I require her services as my lieutenant. She will not move to 11th Division unless I am given that direction by the Captain-General. I do not believe that he will consider your relationship a compelling reason for the transfer. You can continue your, er, liaison. I won't interfere with that as long as it doesn't interfere with my Division, or Matsumoto's duties. There may be the question about divided loyalties but we both are working on the same side.” He smiled at Zaraki in a triumphant manner.

 

Zaraki seemed a little taken aback. “I heard you were clever. I underestimated you,” Zaraki said.

 

“Thank you for what I believe is a compliment. Now, about sending members of 11th Division to the human world? You'll remember this was discussed at the Captain's meeting?” Toshiro asked impatiently. He seemed determined to get his own way in this.

 

“Choose who ever you want, I won't argue,” Zaraki replied wearily.

 

“Fine. I think our business is complete. Lieutenant, come with me. We have work to do,” Toshiro said, expecting my instant obedience, as always.

 

“But,” Zaraki interjected. He was frowning again.

 

“I'll let her return once her duties are finished” Toshiro explained plainly. “She has been missing from duty for some hours. I'm sure there are tasks you need to attend to also Zaraki, as Ikkaku and Yumichika are the two shinigami from your division I require on this mission. Please accompany me Lieutenant Rangiku. We have much to discuss.” Toshiro turned and left the room. I began to follow him.

 

As I passed Zaraki, he grabbed me by the arm. “Hurry back. Spend the night,” he said urgently. I nodded and he released me.

 

I quickly caught up with Toshiro who was walking back to our Division by the most direct route. He stopped as he heard my footsteps, turned, and glared at me. “What the hell did you think you were doing?” he asked quietly, anger in his voice.

 

I blushed. “I was trying to get an answer. You told me it was urgent,” I replied.

 

“You interrupted Zaraki's bath? Everyone knows that is one of the most stupid things you can do. You knew, didn't you? I told you.” Toshiro asked his voice getting louder. His forehead creased into a frown while his eyes searched my face, looking for denial.

 

I nodded. What was the point of denying something Toshiro had told me? He had told me. He wasn't the only person who told me.

 

Toshiro sighed in disgust. “We'll talk about this when we are in my office. Move it Lieutenant.” He walked off, fast. I ran to keep up. On the way to the office we passed two shinigami talking. They looked at me, smirked and started whispering to each other.

 

“You'll have to expect that,” Toshiro told me quietly. “Discretion would have been a better choice.” I didn't bother replying.

 

After we entered the office Toshiro locked the door.

 

“Why are you locking the door?” I asked, nervously. Memories of another captain locking the door earlier diverted me.

 

“I wonder if Zaraki is thinking about me,” I speculated.

 

“I want to ensure we are not interrupted and you won't leave,” Toshiro explained moving to his chair. He sat down. As I moved to take a seat he spoke again.

“I would prefer you to stand for this discussion, Lieutenant,” he demanded, ice in his tone.

 

I stood upright, straightening my spine. Placing my hands behind my back I waited dreading the words that I knew were coming.

 

“Are you completely out of your mind? You have done some stupid things in the past, but this is beyond stupid. Zaraki is a violent thug,” he began.

 

“He's not a thug,” I said without thinking.

 

Toshiro looked at me, his eyes wide. “You're defending him? Do you even like him?”

 

“That has nothing to do with it. I don't think Zaraki is a thug. Violent, certainly. But he has managed to gain his men's total loyalty. People compete to join 11th Division because of him. I don't think a thug would receive such admiration,” I said. Where had those words come from? Why was I defending the man?

 

Toshiro sat back in his chair, one hand resting on his knee, the other tapping the desk. “Loyalty. Admiration. Interesting and revealing choice of words, Lieutenant,” he paused as I glared at him. “You used the message as an excuse to interrupt his bath, didn't you.”

 

I suddenly became interested in the view out the window. The sun was setting. Red, pink and orange streaked the skyline as the sun lowered itself below the horizon. I didn't often watch the sun set. Too busy doing other things.

 

“I asked you a question, Lieutenant. As your Captain I demand an answer.”

 

I stiffened as he uttered those words. I hated it when he did that. I hated it when anyone reminded me of their superior status. Toshiro did it deliberately to get a reaction when he was frustrated with me. “Yes, I did it deliberately. Are you happy with that answer?” I replied haughtily.

 

He shook his head. “I can't believe this. He could have killed you at worst. At best he could have thrown you out. That would have shamed your Division. I'm not sure what has happened hasn't shamed us more.” There was silence as I thought about how I may have shamed my Division. I had trouble seeing how having sex with Zaraki could cause disgrace.

 

“Another problem is you've said you will be faithful. What about your playmates. Won't they be disappointed? I mean you don't have a reputation for keeping your legs together,” he crudely observed. That comment was meant to hurt. I tired to ignore my emotional reaction. Toshiro was deliberately goading me. There had to be a reason.

 

“They're only friends and I don't have sex with any of them,” I replied calmly.

 

“You're not telling me you were a virgin?” Toshiro asked, amazed.

 

“Don't be stupid. Of course I wasn't a virgin. Oh, sorry Captain Hitsugaya. I didn't mean to say that.”

 

“So Hisagi and the others…”

 

“Are just friends. We pretend because it's easier if people think we're screwing. That way we can support each other and hide our true romantic interests. People don't pursue you if they think there's too much competition. Only idiots would challenge my friends and me. I've only been with three men, aside from Zaraki and one was a mistake,” I explained. I resented the explanation. The expression on Toshiro's face almost made me laugh. His mouth was opening and closing rapidly as he struggled with himself. I knew he wanted to ask who the three men were.

 

“Gin Ichimaru must have been one,” he said eventually.

 

I lowered my eyes to hide my reaction. It would not have been hard to guess Gin, but the mention of his name still hurt. Every time I thought of him, my spirits dropped and my pulse slowed. Gin, the person I thought at one time was the single constant in my life was now elsewhere. His smile, his scent were now a memory that I wanted to forget, but clung to at the same time. Loving Gin had been a mistake, but one I had been willing to make; would make again even though I knew the outcome. “Please don't try to guess, Captain. It's my private business. I thought we had other matters to discuss,” I said trying to deflect any further questions.

 

“I do have another question about your private business, Lieutenant. Why Zaraki? Why that old man? What the hell do you see in him? Or is there something else? Are you going to try and screw all the captains? Should I be worrying about the time when you try to screw me?”

 

I was shocked. That comment really hurt. What was going on? I looked at Toshiro's face and finally realised something I should have guessed earlier. I walked around the table and hugged my captain. “I'm sorry, Toshiro. I care about you. I will always be loyal to you. I know it is a shock. Today has been a day when we both have received a number of surprises, but my relationship with Zaraki is no threat to my loyalty to you and 10th Division, or to our friendship. I do not wish to move to 11th Division, nor do I wish to resign my position as your lieutenant. We have worked together so closely, shared so much. I will defend you; support you, even if it means I have to fight Zaraki. I thought I proved that when I protected Assistant Captain Hinamori against Captain Ichimaru on your behalf.”

 

Toshiro looked up at me, returned my hug for a few minutes and then gently pushed me away. “Better not let Zaraki know you hugged me,” he said half joking. “I don't want to end up dead. I rely on you Matsumoto. You're like my older sister. I'm just having trouble adjusting to this change. I never felt that you took anyone, except Captain Ichimaru, seriously and now you're with Captain Zaraki. You've heard the rumours about him, I know you have and I don't want you hurt.”

 

I swallowed trying to hold back the words I wanted to say. “I don't think all the rumours are true,” I said eventually.

 

“But why him?” Toshiro persisted. “You could have your pick of any number of people.”

 

“I find him interesting,” I said slowly. “I found myself watching him. He seems so different. I don't want to explain it as I don't understand it myself.”

 

“You're not going to have much time to explore your understanding. We are both going to the human world with Rukia, Renji, Ikkaku and Yumichika. You originally said you were interested and I don't see that this new development would change your interest. We depart tomorrow,” Toshiro told me. He watched me closely to try to see my reaction. He didn't have long to wait.

 

“Tomorrow? But that means..” I broke off. One night with Zaraki and I was here talking.

 

“I think it's a very good idea. It will give you time to think about this. A little time apart is healthy in a relationship,” Toshiro explained. He seemed very sure of the matter.

 

“It's not a relationship. It's sex. Good sex. Sorry, Captain. Can I go now?” I asked frantic to spend some time with Zaraki.

 

“I had hoped for some help with the paperwork,” Toshiro grumbled. “We still have other issues to finalise.”

 

I looked at the door, agitated. “Only tonight,” I thought.

 

“Obviously you are too distracted to be of much help. Go on. Go to your demon lover. I expect you back here early. Try to get some sleep. You'll need to be alert,” Toshiro said indulgently. He unlocked the door.

 

“Thanks Captain. I'll be back early.” I quickly went back to my quarters, washed then changed into a fresh uniform. The other one didn't fit too well. Despairing slightly, I tried to improve my appearance. After a very brief time, I gave up. There was somewhere else I wanted to be. I almost ran to Zaraki's house all the while questioning my actions. I was desperate to be with him again. I had defended him and I wasn't sure if I even liked him. It must be lust.

 

As I got closer I slowed to a more sedate pace. I didn't want it to appear I had hurried to be there. Drawing closer I noticed that the door was ajar and I could hear voices within.

 

“I told you, it's none of your business. I understand that you visited me to tell me your opinion, but I don't see why I should pay any notice. If you want to challenge me about it I'll fight you later, not tonight,” Zaraki said forcefully.

 

“Why should I fight you? You betray your dignity as a Captain. You're making a mistake, Captain Zaraki. Why couldn't you choose someone less noticeable? You could have, at least, been more circumspect when you make your choice. I realise that you, as a commoner, are not aware of the social niceties but Captains' should maintain discretion about their sexual dealings” Captain Kuchiki said calmly.

 

I knocked at the door, eager to interrupt their conversation. I didn't want to overhear any more.

 

“Enter,” ordered Zaraki.

 

I pushed the door fully open and walked into the room. Zaraki obviously had not had much time to himself. He was frowning at Captain Kuchiki and his hair was still hanging over his shoulders. I liked it better that way.

 

“I'll bid you farewell, Captain. We'll talk of this later,” Captain Kuchiki said. He left the room without looking in my direction.

 

“Arrogant bastard,” muttered Zaraki as he came toward me. His next action was a surprise. I expected him to immediately remove my clothes, but instead he wrapped me in his arms, pulled me close and rested his chin on top of my head.

 

“He wasn't the only visitor who's tried to tell me I'm making a mistake. At least your captain was sensible,” he said as he held me. I could hear his voice rumble through his body as he spoke.

 

“So, where are the bodies?” I asked thinking that anyone who questioned him was an idiot while enjoying his closeness.

 

Zaraki laughed. “I was in a good mood. I didn't kill anyone. I was waiting for you to come back. What took so long?”

 

“I came back as fast as I could,” I said relaxing into his embrace.

 

Zaraki bent down and kissed me gently. This guy was constantly surprising me. Hugging and kissing? I was here for the sex. Impatiently I placed my hand on his penis, already erect, and rubbed it. Zaraki pulled away and looked at me, but not before I noticed his response.

 

“I thought you'd like me to pretend I care,” he said.

 

“Zaraki, I don't have time. I'm going to the human world tomorrow,” I explained. I thought it would be best to tell his soon, so he could understand. I wanted him to know.

 

A frown creased his face. “Why?” he asked.

 

“It's not important and it's not really my choice. I'm going. I want to make the most of the time I have left,” I said urgently.

 

“I see. And that means?”

 

“Stop tormenting me Zaraki. Where's your bedroom?” Why was he being so dense?

 

He picked me up and carried me through the door into the next room which contained a very large western style bed. “Want to sleep?” he asked still holding me in his arms.

 

I felt like hitting him as I started to undo my uniform. “Why are you being so slow, Zaraki? Maybe I will want to sleep later, but now I want to have sex, with you. Do I need to spell it our further? You; me; sex; now. Or don't I attract you anymore?”

 

Zaraki placed me on the bed. “You attract me. That hasn't changed. I just wondered if you'd changed your mind. I'm sure your captain tried to convince you I'm a bad idea,” he said as he quickly removed his captain's coat.

 

I finished removing my clothes, and then I watched him undress. I had seen him naked, but it was interesting to watch the movement of his muscles as he stripped. He undressed hurriedly, throwing his clothes anywhere. He came and sat on the side of the bed looking at me, but not making any move toward me.

 

I reached out to touch his erection, but he grasped my hand in his before I could touch him. Almost screaming with frustration I commented, “I didn't know you were into playing games. What is going on? Two hours ago you were hardly able to keep your hands off me and now you won't let me touch you. What do I have to say?”

 

“Look at me,” Zaraki commanded.

 

Startled, I looked into his eyes.

 

“Do you like me?” he asked.

 

“I don't know,” I replied, my eyes dropping from his.

 

“I said look at me. Hell, why is it so difficult? Your captain asked us if we liked each other. I'm curious.”

 

I raised my eyes to his. “I don't trust the emotions love and like. They only lead to disappointment. Why is it important?”

 

“It isn't. I'm just curious.”

 

I groaned. I wanted sex now, not a discussion. I'd had a discussion already. “Zaraki, I clearly remember you said it was just sex. That's why I'm here; for the sex. I don't hate you. I don't despise you. I really like your body and the way it can make me feel. Whether I like you or not is unimportant. I want you.”

 

Emotions betray you. Passion is cleaner. It eventually gets sated and wanes. Life returns to normal. Emotions strangle you and take away your freedom, limit your behaviour and always bring pain. But I did feel something for him. Maybe it was just intense lust. I would not admit anything more than that and never to him. He had made it clear that sex was the limit of our relationship. At least I was going to the human world tomorrow. Maybe all the worrying feelings I was experiencing would go away while I was there.

 

Zaraki kissed me, gently slipping his tongue into my mouth. His tongue caressed mine and caused ripples of sensation to run through my body. Parts of my mouth ached to feel the touch of his tongue as he continued kissing me. I responded, enjoying the feel of his lips on mine. The kiss became more passionate. I felt myself becoming more aroused.

 

Zaraki's fingers were teasingly caressing my neck as we kissed. My hand automatically reached for his erection. As I touched him, he broke the kiss with a groan. “First you wouldn't touch it, now you can't keep your hands off it. As I remember it, we have unfinished business,” he reached into his bedside table and removed a small bottle of oil.

 

I looked at him, questioningly. Why was that there? He seemed pretty prepared for a man who said it was a long time since he'd had sex. Why would we need it? We'd already had sex twice.

 

Noticing my look Zaraki explained, “The oil will make it easier. You don't think you're going to sleep much, do you? Constant friction can cause pain. I want to make sure you can keep up with me.” He undid the lid and applied the oil to his erection.

 

I watched as he stroked the oil onto himself, anticipating his next action. I wished he had let me apply the oil. Placing the oil on top of the bedside table, Zaraki turned to me. His oiled hand slid between my parted legs and touched me. I moaned and moved against his fingers.

 

“You're so eager. I can feel how much you want me,” he observed huskily.

 

Without any further foreplay he positioned himself above me and teasingly slowly, penetrated me. I tried to speed up his penetration by locking my legs around him, but I couldn't match his strength. He continued his slow entry looking into my eyes the whole time. Once he had achieved full penetration he continued to watch me, not moving not saying anything. I bucked underneath him trying to get some movement going.

 

“Stay still. I just want to feel you around me. I won't be able to do this when you're gone. I want to remember how you feel,” he said.

 

“Sounds a bit suspect to me, Zaraki,” I said, urgency making me croak. “Can't you do this later? Can't we just get to the good part?”

 

“All sex is the good part. Can't you feel how hard I am for you?” Zaraki said beginning to withdraw slowly and then pushing back in slowly.

 

I shut my eyes. I could feel his hardness entering me strongly. Slow or not, the feeling was indescribable. Better than the first two times. I craved this sort of feeling and I wanted him to continue. I pulled his head down to kiss him. His tongue mimicked the slow entry and withdrawal of his penis. It was like he was having me twice. I wanted to moan and pulled my mouth from his, but my moan turned to a shriek as he increased the pace. I arched my body against him, feeling his urgency increase as my need grew stronger.

 

Then he slowed again, going back to the slow penetration and withdrawal. I opened my eyes and stared at him. Zaraki grinned back at me.

 

“Don't want you to get too overexcited,” he said.

 

“I already am,” I panted. My heart was racing and I was losing all control. I wanted to feel that frenzied passion, which had built within me, explode.

 

“We've got the whole night. I want to take my time. I want you to remember this while you are in the human world,” Zaraki said, pushing into me again.

 

“We might have the whole night, but I'm only interested in what's happening now,” I said and then I wriggled I remembered his comments that he wanted to be inside me when I wriggled to see how it felt. I hoped it would bring the response I desired.

 

He gasped as I writhed underneath him. Involuntarily he increased his pace pushing into me forcefully. The gentle penetration was replaced with urgency.

 

I continued to writhe under him, without conscious effort, driven by sheer desire, until I could think of nothing but his movements and the way they made me feel. It felt unlike anytime before. Each move brought a moan from me, each thrust a shudder. I craved the feeling of him completely sheathed within me, while at the same time needing the rhythmic movement that drove me closer to completion. My breath became short. I felt my muscles tighten as my need focused to just the movements of our bodies.

 

Zaraki quickened his pace further, driving into me. His breathing, his movements matched mine in their intensity and focus. I glanced at his face to find his eyes focused on me. The intensity of his gaze was feral and consuming. It made me fearful and excited at the same time. I felt my body flood with heat.

 

As I came this time, he did not cover my mouth with his hand. He kissed me, driving his tongue in. I almost bit it as the pleasure overwhelmed me. I cannot recall his orgasm as I was overcome by my own. When I became aware of my surroundings again I looked up to see Zaraki observing me with an ironic look.

 

“I have never had anyone who enjoys sex so much,” he observed as he reluctantly withdrew. “I'm surprised anyone who has had sex with you has finished with you. I want to fight them, kill them all, so they will be distant memories that can't touch you again.”

 

He gathered me into his arms. I had expected him to sleep or ignore me until he was aroused again. I lay with my head pillowed on his chest and his arms holding me close. I felt his chest rise and fall with his breath. It was strangely soothing. I smoothed my cheek against his flesh as his scent imprinted itself upon my memory.

 

I thought on what he had said. It sounded a little like jealousy, maybe, or maybe it was just his violent nature asserting itself. “There's no point in killing anyone. They're in the past. Anyway, this is just sex until we get tired of each other,” I said objectively.

 

“Yes, sex,” said Zaraki.

 

There was silence. I don't know what Zaraki was thinking about. I thought about how much sleep I might get that night and what would happen the next day. Then I thought about mounting him and impaling myself on him, having him again. I was losing control of my thoughts. They kept straying to sex and Zaraki.

 

I assured myself that lust acted this way. I wanted him now, but that would wear off as time passed. The more we coupled, the more we had sex, the more I would become used to the moves. The lust would pass; it had to pass.

 

I slept.

 

A hot mouth encircled my nipple, sucking on it gently, but almost impatiently. I kept my eyes closed. I was probably still dreaming. The mouth stopped sucking and I felt a tongue licking my breast, lapping at it in long languorous strokes, occasionally grazing the hardened nipple which caused a wave of sensual pleasure to flood me. I liked this dream. The mouth returned and started sucking again, softly at first, then with increasing pressure. I felt calloused fingers beginning to handle my other breast, touching the nipple, teasing it and then rubbing the fully erect nipple between the exploring fingers. The feeling was so erotic I wanted it to continue. If I opened my eyes would my dream cease? The mouth moved to the other breast, giving it the same treatment. Sucking, licking, nibbling while the deserted breast received the attention of fingers that seemed to know just how to touch me.

 

Of course I was awake. The lust that had been lying dormant during my sleep was quickly aroused. I felt the tongue, the softness of the lips moving over my breast. Briefly I wondered how long I had slept. Then I felt hands push my breasts together and the mouth alternated between sucking my nipples and then licking my breasts. I felt heat between my legs as my arousal became more pronounced. I knew Zaraki had said all sex was the good part, but some parts made you want to do more. I wanted more.

 

“I'm awake,” I said, my voice husky.

 

I did not get an answer except Zaraki's mouth clamped firmly around one nipple, licking and sucking at the same time. I whimpered overcome by lust and pleasure. I tried to move my hands to his chest, but he was out of reach. Zaraki continued to tongue my nipple until I thought I was either going to beg him to fuck me again, or I would just have to take matters into my own hands. I grabbed his hair and pulled him from my breast. I didn't apply much strength but Zaraki reluctantly released my nipple. The break in contact made a sucking sound which for some reason made me hotter.

 

“I thought you were enjoying that,” Zaraki commented. “I was. First time I managed to actually get my mouth on your breasts. Why did you stop me?”

 

Instead of replying I kissed him allowing my tongue to explore his mouth hungrily. He responded passionately. Until now he had decided the direction of the sex. This time I wanted to indulge some of my fantasies. “I wanted to kiss you,” I explained when I drew my mouth from his.

 

He moved his head back to my breasts. “You fell asleep. I didn't say you could and now there's a price to pay. I want to continue tasting you,” he said before licking the valley between my breasts. “I want to taste you, know you; find out the ways to drive you feral. I want you writhing under me unable to control yourself.”

 

His head moved from my breasts to my stomach. He flicked his tongue under my breasts and then plunged it into my navel. I quivered at the unexpected intrusion. I realised he had taken control again. For the moment I decided I would let him. I wanted to see what he would do next. Besides I was so aroused now that if he touched me between my legs I would probably orgasm immediately. I considered moving my own hand there. For minutes he continued to lick my stomach, slowly, very slowly moving lower.

 

Zaraki's head descended still further. He parted my legs and I expected that the foreplay was over and the sex would commence. Instead his fingers opened me to him and he licked me slowly, one long slow lick; grazing my clitoris, licking my entrance. I convulsed under him. I had not come, yet, but the touch of his tongue was so unexpected but so good.

 

“I told you I wanted to taste you,” he commented. “I can taste you and I can taste me. I like it.”

 

He licked me again, quicker this time, his tongue darting into my entrance. I almost shrieked at the sensation. I wanted him to do it again. Actually, I wanted him inside me.

 

“Please Zaraki,” I said and then screamed as he licked me again.

 

“Please what?” he asked. “Do you want me to stop? Because I won't. I told you, I want you out of control.”

 

“I am out of control,” I whispered.

 

“No, you're still making sense,” he retorted and licked me again, quickly.

 

I could feel my juices flooding out of me. I was so close, but he was teasing me now. “The man is a control freak, or is it an out of control freak?” I thought fuzzily. I wasn't making much sense by this time.

 

I grabbed his head and held it trying to force him to lick me more, or something, anything. He was too strong and kept his distance determined only to give me what he wanted and no more. He slid his tongue into me again briefly. I shuddered, he was torturing me. I liked it, but I wanted him to finish what he had started.

 

By now I was whimpering uncontrollably. I released his head and tried to touch myself, but he wouldn't allow it. He flicked his tongue at my clit again. Just a little touch, but not enough.

 

“I think you're there,” he said.

 

I could only moan in reply. Talking wasn't possible.

 

He moved up my body, kissing it, lingering on my breasts until his face was above mine. He kissed me hard, thrusting his tongue between my lips at the same time as he plunged his erection into my all too willing body.

 

I came explosively. I think I moaned, I may have screamed, I don't remember. I remember that it seemed to go on for minutes as I writhed under Zaraki's continuing thrusts.

 

When I finally regained my senses, I noticed Zaraki was still taking his pleasure. Lying underneath him feeling his body enter mine I tired to neutrally rationalise how I felt. I was fooling myself. It was not the time to be rational. I was caught up in the fetters of lust and passion. Logic and lust don't mix.

 

With a final thrust, Zaraki came. I could feel his body tighten and noticed him shudder again. He collapsed on top of me. He really was too heavy to make a good blanket.

 

“Zaraki, you're crushing me,” I said with the little breath I could muster.

 

“Huh? Oh,” he grunted and reluctantly moved onto the bed.

 

I lay there feeling sated. It was rare that I had sex four times in a day. It did happen early in relationships, I'd heard. Still I was impressed by Zaraki's stamina and control. Some of the things he did made me wonder about his previous sexual partners and why they no longer had sex with him. I wouldn't ask. That was the type of question I might ask if I was in a relationship.

 

I turned on my side to look at Zaraki. He was lying on his back; eyes closed a slight smile on his mouth. He looked comfortable and I thought he was asleep. I let my gaze roam over his body, lingering on his chest and stomach. My captain had called him an old man. He didn't seem old to me.

 

This mission to the human world was not welcome. I wanted to get Zaraki out of my system quickly. One night would not be enough. Maybe a week would not be long enough. But to go after one night was a nuisance. I hoped he wouldn't replace me with another partner while I was gone.

 

Tentatively I placed my hand on his chest, touching his skin, feeling the heat from his body. I wanted to stroke his skin, touch him the way he touched me, but I did not want to wake him.

 

“Don't stop,” he said, his eyes still closed. “You can touch me. The more you touch me the less likely you will look at someone else while you're away. I want to imprint myself upon you.”

 

“I thought you were asleep,” I said quietly.

 

“Not asleep, just resting. I know you how taste, how you smell and how you feel when I'm inside you. You're even better when you totally lose control. I want you like that each time,” he observed.

 

I felt my face redden. The lack of control embarrassed me. I hadn't made him lose control once. I was going to try harder.

 

My hand was trailing over his chest, just touching him gently. I felt strangely at peace, while at the same time questioning my sanity.

 

In the early morning I woke. I was lying with my head on Zaraki's chest. Not the most comfortable position. My neck and spine hurt. I tried to move and noted that Zaraki was holding me in that position. I had to get up. I didn't have much time and I hadn't had much sleep.

 

We'd had sex twice more before Zaraki finally let me sleep. I was drained. Once more he'd driven me to lose control. I was sore from sex, had a sore neck and back in addition to the lack of sleep. But I was strangely happy. I didn't know if I was capable of facing the human world, but knew I had to.

 

I pushed Zaraki's arm aside and quietly arose from the bed.

 

“Are you leaving so soon?” Zaraki asked.

 

I reminded myself that as a trained fighter, Zaraki would come awake at the slightest movement or noise, but still it surprised me. I thought he had been slumbering deeply. “Yes. I better go now. I've got to find out the plan and get ready,” I said hesitating.

 

Swiftly Zaraki arose and pulled me close. “Can I interest you in sex before you go?” Zaraki asked.

 

“I don't have time,” I answered reluctantly, wishing to feel him inside me before I left.

 

“Remember. We have an agreement. Don't die, and don't fuck any one else. Come back soon. I'll be waiting,” he directed me.

 

“Unless you change your mind,” I said quietly. I voiced my fear, hoping he would deny the possibility.

 

“Don't be stupid. I'm known for not changing my mind. Too bloody stubborn,” he said, obviously aware of the gossip. “You're mine until I'm bored. One night of sex isn't enough for boredom to set in.”

 

I kissed him once, dressed and left. There wasn't much time and I had a lot to do.

 

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