Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ For The Love of a Friend ❯ The Absence of a Friend ( Chapter 2 )

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

 

The companion piece to Chapter One

 

The Absence of a Friend

 

The loss of Yoruichi ached like a seeping abscess. Time had not made the pain less; it was a constant background hurt. Yoruichi had gone and would never return to her arms. Her love had not been enough. Now she lived each day, carrying out her duties, all the while pondering the mistakes she had made.

 

Every day she awoke and cried bitter tears when her reaching hands failed to encounter the warm, yielding flesh of her love. Then, impatiently, she would touch herself, trying to mimic the way Yoruichi had handled her; stroking her breasts, her stomach and then lower, all the while trying to convince herself that it was not her hands that fondled her but knowing the lie was there. She would try to believe the lie as she was handling and stroking her body until she came in hard angry spasms, hating the evidence of her need, longing for the caress of soft lips. At least that was how it had been.

 

The last time she had seen Yoruichi, was when the Ryoka had invaded the Seireitei, and everything had changed. She had stolen into her room wishing to resume their affair, but there was nothing to restart. When Soi's lips sought that tender gesture of affection, a kiss, Yoruichi had jerked her head back forcefully and explained with firmness: no touching, just friendship.

 

Soi knew then that the man had corrupted her fully. In words that burnt on her memory, Yoruichi told her that there would be no further intimacy between them. Her life had changed and her visits to Soul Society would be rare and sporadic. They could remain distant friends but that was all she could offer; Soi should seek a new love and forget her.

 

Remembering the words she twisted her face, trying to block out the thoughts, trying to recapture the last time they had been together in this bed, but the words ran through her mind and her attempts at finding pleasure failed. The memory would not allow her to concentrate. She tried to think of other women while her fingers roamed over her breasts and hips: Nemu, Isane, Rangiku, Rukia, but after a few moments, their forms changed into the long, lithe form of Yoruichi. The hair would turn that dark hue and the eyes would morph into the yellow shade she loved so much and then the words would echo through her mind and make the search for release impossible.

 

An approach to Nemu as a possible substitute had resulted in a rather strange conversation. Nemu had refused to be alone with her. “My father had told me I am not to be alone with any Shinigami not in my Division. My Captain has many enemies who are envious of his talents and abilities. My father said that other Shinigami will tell me lies about him, bitter twisted lies and they will try to turn me against him. I could never turn against my Captain. Thank you for the offer of a drink Captain Soi, but my father would not permit it. My father does not wish for me to touch alcohol.” All the while she spoke in a monotone, as if she was repeating a lesson, while her eyes darted around, scared someone would seem them speaking and then she froze her eyes staring over Soi's shoulder. Soi had turned to see Captain Kurotsuchi approaching while the girl almost became rigid with fear as his approach.

 

He greeted Soi courteously enough and then abruptly ordered his daughter to follow him. This encounter had saddened Soi. Some fathers never permit any freedom for their daughters.

 

On another occasion, she invited Rangiku to her private quarters for a meal; a mistake she wished she could reverse. She served sake, lots of sake, and when she thought the lieutenant was considerably under the influence, she had pressed her mouth to her cleavage, a distinct difference from the one she loved.

 

The lieutenant had just pulled away and tutted, “Captain, I will pretend you have drunk too much and this is a joke.” Ran had not been drunk, but she was curious why the Captain had invited her to a meal and had pretended to be drunk to see what would happen. “I won't mention this to anyone. I know you are lonely but I can't help you,” Ran said quietly as she left the room.

 

Her behaviour had rocked Soi. The woman was supposed to be very free and easy with her favours, but she had rejected her. Why?

 

She had feared the next meeting with the lieutenant, but her deference and behaviour had not altered; she was still blunt and forthright. Captain Hitsugaya acted no differently, so Ran had not told him of the blunder; which made Soi feel some sense of comfort but mostly she felt lonely. She missed the closeness and the love, but she did not wish to be placed in a position where she was vulnerable and could face rejection again.

 

Then, two weeks ago, Captain Hitsugaya had requested a private meeting. He had visited her in her office and explained that he was concerned for the safety of his friend Momo. She had confessed to Ran, when she handed over the letter, that the night before Aizen `died', she had gone to his room fearful of the events that were occurring, and wanting comfort from the man she idolised. He has allowed her to remain while he wrote and she had fallen asleep in his bed. When she awoke, his naked body was pressed against her and he was undoing her clothes. He had kissed her; the poor girl thought her adoration was being repaid and she responded accordingly, eager to prove her love. She could deny him nothing and joyously gave him her virginity. The following morning, he was no longer in the bed and it was her fate to discover his `body'.

 

When the pregnancy was discovered, Ran told her Captain who had fathered the child. She had been very reluctant to break the confidence but felt that if she had been conscious, Momo would have informed her old friend. The news had shocked and dismayed Captain Hitsugaya.

 

Momo had not known she was pregnant, there was not enough time for her to experience the first signs, before her Captain attempted to kill her. Now she was unconscious and Captain Hitsugaya had been ordered to the human world. He requested that the Special Secret Forces guard Momo while he was absent. His fear was that Aizen would discover the pregnancy and either attempt to kill Momo again, or abduct her. He could allow neither of these events to occur.

 

Soi considered the situation. There was no benefit to her from this arrangement, only further work, but an idea began to form in her mind. “And what do you propose as incentive for this favour?” she asked frankly.

 

Captain Hitsugaya blinked at the question. “Incentive? You mean payment? Anything you request, within reason,” his youthful voice replied.

 

Soi smiled slowly. “What do you mean `within reason'?”

 

“Anything that is within my power to give you. I can't give you something that is not mine.” His green eyes stared out from a furrowed brow. Shifting uncomfortably, he coughed slightly.

 

The discomfort was noted as was the frown. “You did say that this meeting was to remain confidential, did you not, Captain?” Before she committed herself, she wanted to be assured that there would be no repercussions to her offer.

 

“Yes. I do not wish it to be general knowledge that Momo is pregnant. As your forces are so discreet, their presence should not be noted and that will provide more security for her. I love her, Captain, she is my friend and I will do anything to protect her,” the last sentence was uttered unwillingly and then Soi knew that this was the opportunity she had wanted. If he accepted her offer he could not reject her, ever, and she could control the affair.

 

Sitting very straight she looked her fellow Captain in the eye. “I can think of something that does interest me, but I need to know: are you in any form of romantic entanglement?” The answer to this question would be the basis of her decision to proceed.

 

A mixture of expressions crossed his face, longing, sadness and regret. “That's a rather strange question.”

 

“But are you?” she asked, not prepared to concede the point. If he was, then her strategy would not work.

 

“No, but I fail to see what interest you have in my personal life,” he was now scratching his head in confusion and seemed to experience even more disquiet.

 

“Are you a virgin?” The question passed her lips before she realised she was asking it.

 

Flushing with anger, Captain Hitsugaya stood abruptly. “I believe you are mocking me, Captain Fong. I will ask someone else for help.”

 

“Answer the question,” she said forcefully. “Answer the question and I may guard Momo. Who else can provide the same discretion and shelter?”

 

“Dammit. No. I don't want to answer the question.” His eyes were guarded as he stared at the desk.

 

She did not reply but watched as he wrestled with himself. Would the love for his friend or his pride be the victor? Finally he answered, “Yes.”

 

“Good, then we can negotiate.” She gave him some directions to a place she kept for her privacy, a quiet secluded place which she had sometimes visited with Yoruichi. “Meet me there in one hour and I will tell you how to obtain my protection for Momo.”

 

His back stiff, he refused to leave. “Tell me now. I won't agree to meet you anywhere unless I know for what purpose.”

 

“Have you heard the term cunnilingus?” Using the correct term was important. If he agreed, he should be fully aware of the requisites.

 

The Captain gulped and slowly nodded. He had begun to turn red.

 

“Have you any experience?”

 

He shook his head in the negative, his face flushing even further.

 

“Good. I'll teach you. You will learn how to make me come with your tongue and your mouth. There will be no other touching, kissing and definitely no contact between your thing and my body. You are not permitted to masturbate in my presence. In return I will make certain that Momo is cared for and secure so that no one may hurt her.”

 

His face brightened at the last promise but then returned to the brooding look that formed as she had outlined the requirements. He shifted from foot to foot, an idiosyncrasy she had not noticed before.

 

“Do you agree?”

 

“Are you just doing this to humiliate me?” The words burst from him and his agitation increased.

 

“No, I'm doing this for my pleasure and nothing else. You have learnt no bad habits, you are a virgin and your presence does not fill me with fear of a physical threat. To keep Momo safe you will do what you are told. It suits my requirements. Will you agree to this pact?” If he did not, she would have to think of some other arrangement and a way of silencing him.

 

She waited while Captain Hitsugaya twitched with discomfort. Counting on his loyalty, it was interesting to watch his face change as his thoughts were reflected in his expression. Doing nothing to break the silence, she waited patiently, allowing him the time to arrive at his decision.

 

He shut his yes, sighed and nodded.

 

“Does that mean you concur? I need to have verbal confirmation,” Soi insisted, her pulse racing.

 

“Yes, I agree to the pact. I will learn from you and do as you ask, but only once per day until I am required to leave,” he was having difficulty meeting her eyes now.

 

The smile that curved her mouth was unobserved by Captain Hitsugaya. Why wait an hour? The time to act was now. “I will meet you in the agreed place in 10 minutes. I think it would be best if we arrived separately,” her cool words setting the events in motion.

 

He nodded and left hastily. She waited a few minutes and then left, desire stirring through her veins. Not desire for the male, but desire for the satisfaction she would make certain he gave her.

 

Arriving, she went in quickly and found him standing uncertainly in the room, staring at the bed. “We will both remove our own clothing. I expect you to be naked as well as me.” Removing her clothes quickly, she lay on the bed and watched him undress reluctantly, his eyes fixed on the wall. With relief she noticed that his thing was dormant. This would make the experience much less threatening for her.

 

“Come here,” she commanded once he was nude.

 

She began instructing him, showing him where her clitoris was situated, and explaining her preferences while he avoided eye contact. It was not possible to tell if he was listening, except the longer she told him what she expected, the more he blushed. When she thought she had told him enough, she instructed him to start. She parted her legs and he lay on the bed and lapped at her. From the first few attempts, it was obvious he had no idea what he was doing. His tongue was too wet and too flat.

 

“Stop. You are licking me like a dog licks his masters' hand. Watch me,” she said and showed him what she wanted, licking her hand with a pointed tongue. After showing him a number of ways to use his tongue, she instructed him to try again.

 

This time he hesitated, but tried harder and she began to feel some stimulation. It took some time, and a few more demonstrations, before he finally began to catch on and then more time passed before he made her come. Part of the problem had been her nervousness and slight fear that he would go beyond the agreed boundaries when she was in the throes of her orgasm, but he had respected the agreement. It had been worth it, and she hoped next time he would be able to remember the lesson.

 

As soon as she had come, he raced to the sink and rinsed his mouth many times, washed his face and dressed hurriedly. As he dressed she noticed his thing was sticking out, no longer dormant. Licking her had excited him. She was a little disgusted at seeing him like that, but also a tiny bit curious to gain a closer look. As he was about to leave she stipulated, “Same time tomorrow?”

 

He paused, nodded, and then left, slamming the door behind him.

 

He had improved through the first week and during the second week, she became more curious. Each time, after she came, he would repeat the same routine: the rinsing, the washing, the obvious arousal and leaving, fast. Seeing him excited had become less threatening because he never broke any part of the contract. He rarely spoke to her, obeyed her instructions and made her reach orgasm faster each time. She almost regretted putting a time limit on the arrangement.

 

Then she made her blunder, inspired by a dream she'd had the previous night. In the dream they were in this room and he had been making love to her; no, pleasuring her; with his mouth, as she writhed under the caress of his tongue. He had been touching her as his mouth sucked her and she had felt a certain recklessness overtake her as she had articulated the desire she had denied until now, “I want to fuck.”

 

He'd ceased licking her and then slid up the bed to lie next to her; smiled a slow, sexy smile and kissed her, his tongue sliding into her mouth, as he languorously stroked her breasts, following the contours, grazing the nipples. When his fingers had touched the sensitive flesh, she had jerked slightly from the excitement of the contact and a moan had escaped her. His hands had felt so skilled in finding how to arouse her. In answer to her moan he removed his mouth from hers and bent down to her breasts, sucking them, licking them, forcing her to acknowledge that she wanted him.

 

The dream progressed as his hand stole between her thighs which she parted readily, and he'd played with her clit before exploring her virgin space with his finger. She had been moaning by that time, so ready for the next part. He had not moved too fast, kissing her again and his hands had moved up to her breasts again as he concentrated on making her lips tingle and her mouth became searing under his demanding tongue. He'd stroked her stomach which had become sensitive to his hands and she almost pushed his hand down further, to touch her once more.

 

When he finally entered her, she was so wet that he slipped inside her, filling her and almost making her shriek with how good it was. It was then she awoke, perspiring heavily and so aroused that she had to come, allowing the sequences in the dream to replay in her mind as she masturbated, but somehow she felt slightly unfulfilled.

 

Now, watching him dress after she'd come, she felt a sudden flare of desire as she looked at his mouth. That mouth; she wanted that mouth on her again. Her eyes descended further and she found she was gazing at his cock with vague yearning. Heat filled her blood and the memory of the dream returned to plague her. Ignoring the consequences, blind to everything but her sudden passion she said: “That was good. You're learning how to please me and that's what makes this work. A bit more practice and I'd say you have a talented tongue and mouth, but not yet. You will return tomorrow and I'll see if I can help you improve, or you could try again now. Mmn, yes, try again now, while we won't be interrupted. We still have time,”

 

“Forget it. That's not part of the arrangement. I've done my part today and now I'm leaving. Take care of it yourself,” his voice was curt as he continued to dress, refusing to look at her.

 

Even fully dressed she could see his arousal distinctly outlined by his hakama, until he pulled his Captain's coat over his body and then she almost sighed. How could she persuade him to stay? Now she was feeling slightly desperate and decided to reason with him, pointing out one slight oversight. “The arrangement is not in writing and as you are the one who approached me for my assistance; I think you should do what I say. You can stay fully dressed if you wish, this time, but I feel in the mood for a little more pleasure,” she kept her voice as forceful as possible, in order that any evidence of her need was hidden.

 

“No. Wait until tomorrow.” He was not paying attention to her and she saw his hand slip down as he stroked his cock. The slight groan did not escape her attention and she found her tongue was touching her lips as she watched him.

 

She wouldn't let him leave. Not now. Reason hadn't made any impression but threats might succeed. “Then this arrangement is over. You will have to make your own preparation to deal with your concerns. Because you have met my demands for two weeks, I will provide two more weeks of protection, but after that, you can deal with it yourself.” It was challenging to sound cold when her blood felt so hot, but he had to realise that she held the upper hand.

 

“That's unjust. I've done what you asked me and you're making additional demands. I even wait until I leave here before I masturbate. Now you want me to stay, when all I want to do is find my own release?” This time he actually looked at her, his eyes meeting hers as his indignation was clearly expressed.

 

At least he was being honest. She knew he left so quickly because making her come excited him. He'd honoured the deal and she was breaking it all because of a dream. Trying to lighten the atmosphere she forced a laugh, but only managed a chuckle, “Ah, so that's the problem. Tell me, if I relax that rule, just this once, and let you wank to your heart's content, will you pleasure me again? It might be useful if I watch what you do, then our agreement can continue.” Her eyes were drawn to the bulge in his pants and looking up she saw he had noticed the direction of her gaze.

 

He stood, noticeably wavering for a short period and then he flung off his clothes and sat on the bed, his back toward her as his hand encircled his erection. Watching him handle his penis she felt an unusual reaction which she rapidly squashed.

 

“Turn around, let me watch,” she demanded, her voice a little unsteady as she watched his hand move along his shaft.

 

“Shut up. I'll get to you later, but now I just want to do this in silence,” was the curt response as he shut his eyes, stroking his cock with obvious need.

 

She shifted on the bed, wanting to watch. As he continued to masturbate she noticed that the head of his cock was becoming a darker colour and the veins became more visible, the more he was aroused. Briefly she thought of taking him into her mouth and found she was disgusted at the idle thought. He was a man; he was only here to bring her to orgasm.

 

“You're not being very obliging, Captain Hitsugaya,” her breath catching in her throat as she spoke. As he turned toward her, his face a mixture of anger and lust she cast her eyes over him and again became fixated on his groin. If he didn't come soon she might make a fatal error. “How much longer are you going to make me wait? I thought this wouldn't take long from what you said,” trying to cover up her thoughts she decided to push him further. If he came soon and pleasured her again, maybe the effects of the dream would be dispelled.

 

“It won't, if you keep quiet. I don't talk to you when…” He started but she interrupted him.

 

“That's because I keep your mouth busy.” As I wish it was now, she said silently. Watching him blush amused her and made her acknowledge that he looked… hot. With new resolution he stroked himself faster. When he came and was distracted, she quickly dipped her finger into the semen, sniffed it and then tasted it. It did not taste anything like Yoruichi. Making a face, she wiped her tongue on the back of her hand trying to remove the flavour.

 

When he was finally ready to concentrate on her, she made her demand. He had to use his mouth on her breasts. The dream, her arousal was driving her further than she wished, but her touch was no longer enough. He hadn't argued much because she suspected he'd fantasised about it in the last two weeks. Lowering his mouth, almost greedily, he touched her breast for the first time. His lips felt different to Yoruichi's, but the earlier training was paying off, even now. He was proving surprisingly adept and she became very excited as he had applied his mouth to her breasts, nuzzling at her, paying special attention to her responsive nipples. When he finished with one, his hand continued to stroke it. She even ignored it when his thing came in contact with her skin, so excited was she. For a moment she allowed her imagination to convince her Yoruichi had returned and was again making love to her and she sighed and responded. She felt herself become wet with the contact almost wriggling with the desire to progress. Then he made the mistake of touching her between the thighs in an exploratory manner; something she had forbidden. He was shifting on the bed, bringing his head up to hers, and attempting to push her legs apart with his hand as if he was going to fuck her.

 

“Momo,” he murmured softly.

 

She reacted in fright; he was with her but thinking of someone else. How dare he forget who was in charge here. “Stop! You're breaking the rules.” He ceased his movement and looked at her, confused. “You're not meant to touch me like that, or kiss me,” she said, her voice shaking a little. “You're only meant to use your mouth and tongue on me. Now lick me, suck me, and make me come.”

 

He was embarrassed, his skin flushed and she noticed his eyes had sparked at her complaint. As he moved to obey and his fingers parted her, her breath became unsteady. It was only seconds, but she eagerly anticipated the caress of his lips and tongue. Instead of concentrating on her clitoris this time, he spent some time paying homage to her slit and it felt right, Yoruichi often licked her there to tease her before moving up to her hot centre. Normally she limited the touching there because of her fear that he would get ideas of thrusting his thing into her but she was trying to think of Yoruichi, fantasise about her, not the man between her legs. When he tongued her this time, she responded, further aroused from his attentions to her breasts. Allowing the fantasy that Yoruichi had returned to unfold, she began to touch her breasts as he employed his tongue on arousing her. “Suck me, now,” she said. She had sunk so far into the fantasy that when he began to fuck her with his finger she accepted it because that was how Yoruichi had made love to her. It felt so good with his mouth sucking her clitoris and his finger rhythmically thrusting into her, soothing the ache she had begun to experience there. So good that she was moaning and approaching her climax, when reality intruded and she remembered who was on the bed with her. While he was pleasuring her she gradually became aware that he was thrusting himself steadily against the bed. She felt conflict, fear that he would take it further, worry he wouldn't. What was going on in her head?

 

He was a man, a man who became excited when he brought her pleasure. He might take things further and that could not happen. She liked women. She wanted to make love with a woman. He was only temporary. Trying to keep her voice steady she said, “Captain Hitsugaya. Stop that! What are you doing? You're only permitted to lick me, not stick anything into me,” but she knew the uncertainty was there, sounding like fear.

 

When he sat up she saw that he was again fully erect and she had to drag her gaze away from his cock. “Sorry,” he said.

 

Bridling her tongue from the rash words she wanted to utter, she knew she sounded cruel as she spoke, but she had to remind him. “I agreed to help you in return for simple cunnilingus and decided to trust you because you're young, a virgin and not a brute beast like most of the male Captain's in Seireitei. You told me you weren't interested in having sex with me as you love Momo, and you know I don't want a man sticking his thing inside me. So why were you doing that?”

 

The conversation that followed made her feel uncomfortable. She denied that she was a virgin or that she wanted to have sex with a man, but looking at him, seeing his youth, witnessing his excitement made the dream replay through her mind. She struggled not to think about it while they talked but nothing could prevent the images from passing through her mind. The conversation was making things worse because she kept imagining him pushing his cock into her as he had in the dream. Her mind was seriously screwed.

 

Demanding he suck her breasts again and admitting she'd enjoyed it, she lay down, determined to make him bring her pleasure on her terms. She felt his body against hers and could not ignore his thing as it slid against her skin while he gently bit her nipples. A rush of heat flooded through her as his teeth touched her skin, the sensation being more intense than when he'd sucked them. Her legs parted involuntarily and she didn't care. She knew where this was going; if she didn't take heed.

 

“That feels good,” The words were forced from her as he gently used his teeth to bite, just a little and her hands moved to his head, subtly stroking his hair, holding it in place. “Keep doing that, please,” her voice was hoarse with a note of pleading. “Do it to the other one.”

 

As he shifted to obey her hands pushed through his hair and she felt his cock hard against her thigh. She swallowed hard as the ache between her legs became more pronounced. How long would she be able to deny what she wanted? “Suck me. Suck me now,” she pleaded, spreading her thighs wide.

 

He was very obedient, lapping her gently and then focusing his attention on her clitoris. No finger, no tongue entering her as she wanted. She'd have to ask, and if she asked for this, how long before she demanded the next step? “Oh, damn, use your finger, push it into me. I want that now,” her voice croaked as she felt her control diminish into nothing.

 

The demand made him stop. He stopped! “Go on or I'll withdraw the protection of my command from Momo. Hurry,” she urged him, desperate for him to continue, to make her come now, before anything else.

 

He looked at her, his large green eyes confused, his mouth red and wet and a look of unsatisfied lust visible in his features. The look confirmed he wanted her, this time he wasn't thinking of anyone else and she was concentrating on him. He shrugged and his mouth returned to her as his finger pushed into her. She thrust herself onto the finger and moaned with delight when he added a second finger, stretching her further. It still wasn't enough. She wanted his cock now, but would he agree? It finally struck her. When he'd originally asked for her help, she had seen him as a potential lover, not just the means to an orgasm. She liked his innocence, his blunt candour, his large green eyes and the fact that he didn't scare her. Each time he made her come she'd held back the scream, fearful that she'd utter someone's name and in the throes of passion she was unsure whose name it would be. It was too late, they'd come this far and she craved him.

 

“I want more. Stick your thing into me,” she whispered.

 

What was his problem? When she asked, he stopped everything, removed his mouth and fingers and sat up. She almost felt like hitting him, or tying him up and keeping him for her personal and constant use.

 

“What?” he sounded surprised but she noticed his eyes slid from her face to her breasts and then back to her face.

 

She decided to tell him that the earlier conversation had made her change her mind. Why make a speech about her dreams and how hot he was making her feel. “You said I should get over my terror. You can help. Fuck me.”

 

His cock twitched visibly at the word but he only said “It will hurt.”

 

“So? I'm used to pain. Do you think that worries me?” She was a Captain and a Shinigami. Of course she was used to pain, but not this sort of pain. Watching him, she saw a look of delight cross his face.

 

She parted her legs and watched eagerly as he knelt between her thighs, holding his cock in one hand while his other opened her to him. She thrilled to the touch of his fingers, knowing that this was inevitable. She bit her lip as he pushed just the tip of the head in her opening and then looked at her, his eyes dark with ardour. “Last chance.”

 

Was he deliberately teasing her? Her hands moved to his buttocks, feeling the firm muscles under her hands as she pushed at him feeling him slide into her cunt, almost as effortlessly as in the dream. She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his cock enter her, stretching her, but then he stopped as he encountered her maidenhead. He kept stopping and she wanted to keep going. If she kissed him, would that make him continue?

 

As she pulled his head to hers, she parted her lips and felt his mouth meet hers. Darting her tongue inside his open mouth she could taste her juices on his tongue and it was that which made her throw away her last fear. She pushed his buttocks again and as his cock began to tear through her hymen, she stopped the kiss and bit his shoulder, trying to work out which feeling was more intense, the pain or the pleasure. She moaned at the pain, but it was also a moan of pleasure and she couldn't stop her body from pushing onto him until he was fully sheathed inside her. He had remained still while she pushed onto him and briefly she wondered why, but didn't really mind.

 

“Now, make me come,” she said, sighing. She wanted him to show her that this wasn't just her desire; that he wanted to fuck her.

 

Her words had an immediate effect and he began to push into her, slowly, as if unsure in what he was doing. She didn't mind because it let her feel him thrust into her and she revelled in the feeling of his cock entering her. Each time he pushed into her she felt him stretch her further and she enjoyed it. Pulling his face to hers she kissed him, using all the techniques Yoruichi had taught her, trying to excite her partner. He kissed her in response, his tongue mimicking her ploys and she felt her body respond to him further. She wasn't doing it consciously and as she kissed him she felt her excitement grow and she eagerly met every thrust, trying to encourage him to take her harder, faster. His chest was touching hers, rubbing against her smoothly as he thrust into her and she was lost to every other sensation except his body on hers, their mouths kissing and how it felt to fuck him. She could feel her cunt grip him as he pushed into her and he was becoming steadier as he thrust into her, building into a solid rhythm that made her arch against him. Why had she waited so long for this? They could have been fucking for the last two weeks.

 

Now he was taking her harder as his confidence grew and she could feel his mouth become hotter as they kissed. Damn it was good. She felt her orgasm building as they moved together driving each other further. She was perspiring as she tightened around him feeling the waves of pleasure begin to take over; she was coming. Pulling her mouth from his, she screamed loudly, trying to retain enough sense so she didn't scream any name when she came. He tried to withdraw, she didn't know why, but she enclosed his hips with her legs, keeping him inside, and then felt him shudder as his hot seed filled her.

 

Opening her eyes she stared at his face as he came. It was interesting to watch the pleasure cross his face only to be replaced by the look of fear when he finally opened his eyes and saw her looking at him. It was obvious he was scared that she would not honour her part of the deal now that the pact had been broken and he quickly withdrew and lay on his back, tense where he had been relaxed only seconds before. She almost laughed at his apprehension. The deal was broken, but she had ideas for a new arrangement and it was highly probable he would agree but she felt a strange regret. Her life had now changed forever.

 

“You were right,” she said to the man lying beside her.

 

“Look, I'm sorry I hurt you and made you scream,' he commenced.

 

What was he talking about? Hurt her? God, she'd just fucked him and come powerfully and he thought he'd hurt her. Then it dawned on her what he was worried about, “Huh? I screamed because I came, idiot.” He was very inexperienced; she kept forgetting.

 

“But you've never screamed before,” he sounded confused.

 

“I'm usually holding it back. This time I couldn't,” she admitted ruefully. He went silent and she thought about how she could broach the subject. She'd hinted at it before, but he had been intent on apologising.

 

“What do you mean I was right?” At last the words had sunk in and he was asking the question she wanted him to ask.

 

“I'm not terrified of you sticking your thing into me. I want you to do it again, often.” She meant it. Terror was replaced by enthusiasm.

 

“Now?”

 

“That would be nice, but we don't have time. We've got the Captain's meeting,” she moved to sit up and then winced as she felt a new pain. It wasn't bad, just unexpected “That hurt. I suppose I better wash.”

 

“Let me,” he went and grabbed a flannel, wetting it and then moving her legs apart, wiped away the blood and sperm

 

His touch, the unanticipated care shocked her slightly but she also found it strangely arousing. “Yoruichi always told me I was being stupid about fearing sex with a man. She liked it, and that's probably why she left me for Urahara. I still miss her, and that's why I agreed to our arrangement. I wanted to be close to someone again and I knew you wouldn't talk about it with anyone.” She watched as he wiped his cock and examined his shoulder.

 

“Now we've fucked, is the deal off?” There was a strange tone to his voice. Was it a note of longing for it to be over?

 

At last, now she could propose the new agreement. “The deal has changed. Until you go to the human world to help Ichigo, we will meet here each day and have sex. In return, I will make sure Momo is protected. When you return, we will continue. After this meeting, I think we should try again, don't you?”

 

“Yes, Captain Fong. I agree,” Toshiro said smiling at her, interest evident in his voice and face at the terms of the new pact.

 

“In light of the past events, I think I'll call you Toshiro and you can call me Soi,” she said smiling back at him, while hiding her relief that he seemed as eager to consent to the new accord as she was. The only problem she could see was she would have to exercise immense patience during the Captain's meeting.

 

 

A.N.

 

There maybe another chapter, I'm not sure yet. I just wonder what would happen after the Captains' meeting.

 

Review please.