Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ For The Love of a Friend ❯ Friends are not Lovers ( Chapter 5 )

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

 

Friends Are Not Lovers

 

“Men are stupid. Boys are stupid. The segment of the human race that is male is so dumb I'm surprised that it can remember to breathe. But they don't need to remember; it's an automatic reflex. Of all the stupid people in the Seireitei, Toshiro Hitsugaya is the most idiotic, foolish, fuckable one. Crap. I didn't mean to think that. Fuck him. No, I can't do that now. I waited all this time for him to return, wanting sex and he asks me that question. What did he think I was there for? Advice on how he could get the little twit to agree to marry him? She still won't shut up about her wonderful Captain Aizen and that it's all a mistake on the part of the Gotei 13. She even suggested he left because of the persecution he was suffering at the hands of the Captain-General; or that it was Ichimaru's idea and he'd blackmailed Aizen into agreeing to go to Las Noches. Hearing her gush on about Aizen makes me want to throttle that female cretin. What part of nearly being killed by him did she miss? Does she imagine that someone hypnotised him into doing it? She even suggested that it was someone pretending to be her Captain who stabbed her. How delusional can she be? It will only get worse when Toshiro finally tells her she's carrying the traitor's child. She'll keep it, no matter what, even if it kills her. I can imagine the sentimental drivel she'll utter, something about it being the ultimate proof of their love. I don't even want to think what that combination of genes will produce. Why did Captain Unohana struggle so hard to save the child? But then she didn't know who the father was, no one did until Ran told her Captain. I don't think there were that many candidates who could be the father. Maybe Toshiro should marry Momo; that would be a suitable punishment for him. Married to someone so completely in love with another person that the marriage would be hell, but he deserves it. Did he even think before he opened his mouth? That's the problem, I should have kept his mouth busy pleasing me and not given him a chance to talk. All the time he was away I visited that pain every day and listened to her twitter on, while she paid no attention to anything, or anyone else. Whatever Aizen did to her must have really twisted her brain, or was she like this before? I could ask Toshiro…. Why do I keep thinking of that stupid, pretty boy? Shit. I was looking forward to him returning, I wanted to fuck him for hours and now I'm furious with him. I know, I'll go back, gag him, bind him and blindfold him and then fuck him until he can't get hard anymore. That's what I want to do. The only problem with that is I like watching his eyes glow and become a deeper green when he's inside me. And I enjoy it when his mouth is pleasuring me, kissing me. I'd want to look into his eyes and kiss him while I screwed him.” Soi was walking without thinking about where she was headed. She looked up and noticed she was outside the place where she and Toshiro had met to honour their agreement. Scowling, she opened the door and went inside. The bed was disarranged and then she realised where he had been while she had waited for him. The only reason she had gone to his quarters was she thought he might return there first but he had been here, waiting for her. She lay on the bed, noticing the faint scent of his hair on the pillow and curled up as small as she could.

 

“I thought I had my sex life settled. Regular sex with a fellow Captain, who was only interested in the pleasure and did not want a permanent liaison. It wasn't like it was anything more than a convenient arrangement for both of us. I know he enjoyed the sex. He didn't try to argue at 4th Division when I dragged him into the linen closet. I wonder if Unohana and Hisagi are still an item. I suppose I better go and check on the apple of Toshiro's eye. I didn't realise how much I disliked her until he asked my advice about marrying her. Now I hate her and her stupidity. I don't care if Aizen hypnotised her, she should have enough sense to now realise that the guy is a traitor and a murderer, no matter how she tries to twist the facts. I hope she's asleep, because if she starts talking to me about Aizen, I'll probably strangle her.”

 

Reluctantly rising to her feet, Soi went to visit Momo, hoping she would be able to shield her emotion from the girl. “I don't think she'd notice how I felt about her unless I told her. She's oblivious to anyone except herself and her interests and poor misunderstood Aizen and that makes me wonder if she was always like this.”

 

Entering the room she looked at the still figure lying in the bed. Captain Unohana was reluctant to allow her to return to her division until she was told of her pregnancy and was also awaiting her full recovery. The Captain had mentioned to Soi once that she was extremely concerned at how Momo failed to respond to the treatment. Briefly she had mentioned that she was developing some new therapies, treatments and drugs that could be used to help the Lieutenant, but these were still in development and the fear of damage to the foetus added an extra layer of complexity.

 

Asleep, Momo looked young but sorely troubled. Her eyes were still heavily shadowed and her mouth curved downward sadly. Previously her face had made Soi feel some compassion, but now that emotion was overcome by other, harsher feelings, none of them kind. None of the people she had set to watch Momo had noticed any strange visitors and she decided that now Toshiro was back, she would cease her surveillance. He could take care of the girl; she had no further interest in the matter. The face on the pillow aroused no feeling in her breast except anger. Damn, she wished she'd had a chance to screw Toshiro again.

 

In the back of her mind she knew her reason for visiting Momo was she hoped to see Toshiro again, even though she was furious with him. Her anger was raging strongly within her and she almost left, worried that she would see Toshiro, fearful she would not. All the thoughts were below the surface and she would not admit them to herself.

 

A movement near the door caught her eye. Glancing in the direction she saw Captain Hitsugaya looking at her, a spark of hope and astonishment on his face. With a few strides he was next to her, grabbing the edge of her coat in his hand as he whispered, “Excuse me, Captain, we need to talk.”

 

Seeing him in the context of what she'd been thinking created a conflict within her. She was still furious with him, so angry that she wanted to fight him, possibly kill him, but she also wanted to fuck him immediately. The warring feelings made her resist a little as he pulled her from the room and to the linen closet. This time the door was locked and there was no key. Toshiro tried the next door, but a patient lay in the bed. Soi started to smile as the humour in the situation became evident. He tried the next door, but that too was occupied. Giving up, he held her against the wall and kissed her on the mouth, pushing his body against hers. She felt warmth spread between her thighs at the touch of his mouth and while she still resented the question he'd asked and wanted to punish him for his words, her hunger for his body outweighed her other desires.

 

“I have the key,” she whispered to him. She'd made a copy while he was away, anticipating that she might want to use the linen closet one day. It was her turn to grab his coat, drag him to the linen closet door, unlock it and turn the handle. She met some resistance as she tried to open the door.

 

“I'm sorry, Isane. We're busy counting linen,” Captain Unohana's voice said quietly. Her breath was not quite steady.

 

“Um, yeah,” said Hisagi, breathing heavily. There was the sound of a slight scuffle within the room and the door began to close, pushed from the other side.

 

“Come back in 20 minutes. The linen is all over the floor and we can't open the door,” Captain Unohana said and then her words were abruptly cut off and Soi could hear the light sound of mouth meeting flesh.

 

Soi looked at Toshiro's face, registered his look of dismay and had to control her urge to giggle. Shutting and locking the door behind her, she wondered what to do next. Toshiro took her hand and hurried her out of the building to the darkest area he could find outside. He began to kiss her passionately, grinding his groin against her own.

 

“Not here,” she urged him. “We can get to the place in a few minutes if we hurry.”

 

“I don't want to wait a few minutes,” he said, his breathing as heavy as Hisagi's had been. “Now.”

 

“No.”

 

“Please.” His hands were on her back drawing her close and she began to weaken.

 

“No,” escaping from his hands she began to shun-po toward the place she had visited only recently. Glancing over her shoulder she saw he was following her closely and she tried to move faster, urgency now overtaking her.

 

Arriving at the place she entered and was quickly removing her clothes. A few seconds later Toshiro arrived, his shirt half undone. He opened his mouth to speak but before he could utter a word she shook her head.

 

“I'm not talking to you about anything except sex and the sex is only for tonight because I want it. If you say a single word about anything else I'll leave,” she was disrobing as she talked, and now naked, moved close to her fellow Captain, kissing his mouth which was hanging open. She knew the kiss might reduce the impact of her words but she wanted to feel his mouth on hers again.

 

“This is the last time we'll be together. You can marry Momo,” she spat the name out with disgust at the way it felt on her tongue, “but I'm not getting involved with someone who is in another relationship ever again. I don't love you, but I don't want to share you either. For tonight you're mine, but tomorrow we'll be distant acquaintances again. Don't bother arguing with me,” she said as he opened his mouth again, “you caused this. You have a choice: sex with me tonight or not. Don't invite me to the wedding.” As she spoke she finished stripping the youth and pulled him over to the bed.

 

“The whole night?” Toshiro asked with hope in his voice as he lay on the bed. His hands were pulling her close and he sighed as her skin touched his.

 

“The whole night, unless you want to leave.” Soi had not planned on that length of time, and the idea of sleeping with him did not appeal too much. She wanted the sex, as much sex as he could give her and he'd need to sleep at some stage.

 

Without any further comment, he slid down between her legs and pushing them apart began to lick her avidly, using all the tricks she had taught him to excite her. At first he avoided her clitoris, licking around it, teasing her with his tongue as he drew near, and then moved a little away. Very occasionally he would graze part of it with his tongue, making her want more, but giving her the time to enjoy the tantalising feeling at the same time. Soi relaxed and let the sensation overwhelm her. Why had he asked that stupid question? He was so good at this and she'd trained him so well and now he was going to do this to bloody Momo. Blocking that thought she felt her desire for him grow. He was now sucking her, concentrating more on her clit and she found she was pushing against his mouth. Her breath was in ragged gasps and the sound acted like it was a signal to Toshiro who began to suck her clit and she came, unconsciously locking her legs around his head as she did so.

 

She felt him push her legs off his shoulders and opening her eyes she saw his eyes intent upon her as if gauging what she would want now. She released his head and gestured at her breasts, unwilling to talk to him again, wishing to distance him and return him to sex toy status when he was unimportant and only useful for bringing her pleasure. Not saying anything he began to tongue her nipples, sucking her breasts and exciting her once more. She looked and saw his pink tongue encircling one of her nipples and shuddered at the excitement he was causing her. Why had he asked that question?

 

“Please Soi, more than one night. Tomorrow night as well.” Noticing her reaction to his ministrations he was obviously trying to persuade her into prolonging the sex.

 

She was lost in pleasure as he spoke, his tongue was licking softly then harder and then he would quickly suck the nipple before returning to tonguing them. He hadn't tried that technique before and it was very good. She felt her determination waver as he continued. “No,” she managed to say. “Tonight only.”

 

His hand slid down between her thighs and stroked her slowly, the gentle arousing touch she enjoyed, as he continued to lick her breasts, making her hips lift to feel his touch. “Tomorrow, please, even if you only let me bring you pleasure.”

 

Soi wanted to lose her temper and tell him to stop but she was enjoying him and the way he was touching her. He was lucky to be allowed tonight; tomorrow she wanted her life to return to normal and that meant no lovers, especially cute males who had pretty green eyes and an aptitude for pleasuring her. “No,” she managed to groan even though her body was begging her to say `yes'.

 

He slid up her body until he was nearly penetrating her and kissed her demandingly on her lips. “Do you want me to fuck you, Soi? I know you want me to make you come again and you like it when we fuck. If you agree to tomorrow night, I'll make you come now. I'll screw you until you're satisfied and then I'll lick you again. Soi, Soi, I want you.” His plea was impassioned and she could feel the head of his cock poised to thrust into her.

 

“Fuck me and I'll let you know,” Soi temporised afraid that if he didn't start soon she would give in. It would have been easier if she hadn't visited that airhead and bumped into him.

 

He edged the head inside her, just for a second and then as she was about to push onto him, he withdrew. “Tomorrow night.” The tone of command was evident in his voice. It was a reminder that he knew his power as a Captain, but she had the same power.

 

“No. If you're going to try to manipulate me, then forget it. Leave now,” Soi forced her lips to form the words. Maybe another night would be a good idea, she really wanted the sex.

 

Surprising her, Toshiro thrust into her fully. Her eyes opened from their slit status and she noticed his eyes watching her intently as he built into a steady rhythm of taking her. His hands cupped her buttocks, pulling her closer to him and she moved, responding to his body. “Tomorrow,” he demanded again. “I want you today and tomorrow and longer. You want me too.”

 

“Not that much,” she lied pushing onto him feeling her orgasm approach. If only he would be quiet, she could concentrate on the pleasure.

 

“You do, otherwise we wouldn't be here together. You would have told me to get lost in the hallway.” Toshiro sounded confident. “You wouldn't have visited Momo.”

 

The accuracy of his claim angered her and she retorted sharply, “Shut up. You're here for sex, nothing else.” Soi was fuming. He should be concentrating on giving her pleasure, not trying to make conversation.

 

The next thing she knew, Toshiro was kissing her and moving into her hard and fast, taking her closer to orgasm. She forgot her anger, and let the sensation overwhelm her as her heart rate increased and her focus was on the movement of their bodies and the way he made her feel.

 

“Okay, tomorrow,” she gasped and then came, as he thrust into her once more.

 

“Tomorrow,” he repeated as he shuddered, his eyes closing as his body emptied into hers.

 

When she opened her eyes he was gazing at her. “You agreed to tomorrow. I'm holding you to that because I know you won't break your word.”

 

“Don't ask for another day or I will kill you,” she warned him, seriously. It was not just the sex that made her agree, but she wanted to break with him before anything further changed in their lives. “You can't ask Momo to marry you tomorrow or the deal is off. Don't talk about it any further or I will leave now,” she said as he opened his mouth.

 

“I won't be seeing Momo tomorrow. I need to spend the day advising my Division about the Arrancar. They need to know,” he had hesitated after mentioning Momo by name as if thinking about discussing something else.

 

“In the afternoon you will come and talk to my Division,” Soi directed him firmly. “Think of it as the reason I am granting you tomorrow night, a form of payment. If you mention Momo again tonight or tomorrow I will leave. I do not want to hear her name from you again.” She pushed him off her body and sat up, trying to decide if she would leave or stay.

 

Toshiro kissed her again before she could decide, his hands pulling her close, holding her near but not trying to excite her. Closing her eyes she allowed the kiss to continue, admitting it was a sign of weakness that she wanted to feel his lips on hers.

 

The day after tomorrow she would begin her celibate life again. She wanted to have sex and did not want to forego that pleasure, even if it wasn't with Toshiro, but finding a willing partner would be problematic. For now she would kiss him, touch his tongue with her own, let her hands touch the skin of his back, embrace him and arouse him. Her hands had slipped lower than his back and were now moving to touch his thing.

 

Toshiro jumped as her hand came into contact with that particular muscle and he tried to pull away from the kiss but her other hand was on the back of his head, and the kiss continued.

 

She let her hand play with his thing until it became hard and then she pushed him onto his back, moving to sit astride him, her mouth still on his. She tried to take him inside her, but he pulled away, removing his lips from hers. “What are you doing?”

 

“I want to be on top. I don't see why you have to be on top all the time. It's my turn and you won't argue or you can leave,” the situation explained, Soi continued to push onto him, wanting the pleasure from him.

 

Toshiro gulped and watched as she slowly impaled herself on him. “I like this. It feels good,” he gasped as soon as he was fully inserted.

 

“Yes,” she said. It did feel good.

 

His hands moved to her hips, encouraging her to move and she began to slide up and down on him, learning how to control the movements. She fixed her eyes on his, watching them become sultry and intense as his excitement grew. His eyes were moving from her face to her breasts and downward where he could obviously see his cock disappearing inside her. Toshiro licked his lips as he watched, drawing her attention to his mouth, where his pink lips seemed to invite the touch of her own. Bending forward, she kissed him but found it was difficult to keep the movement going while she kissed him. Opting for the most pleasure she stopped kissing him and pulled his hands to her breasts, encouraging him to caress them while she continued to fuck him. He did so with enthusiasm and skill, making the experience more erotic and pleasurable. As she became more used to the movement, she found she was enjoying it more and more until she was quivering in orgasm and felt him respond with his own.

 

She quickly removed her body from his and lay down, thinking feverishly. “This isn't right. The more times I screw him, the more I want sex. I thought if I had enough sex, I would want it less, but it seems that I want it more. Should I stay tonight? Should I meet him tomorrow night? Or would that mean I'll want more sex? Why did I listen to him and try to help him in the first place? He's being very quiet. What is he planning? Another demand for more time? Other ways to make me change my mind and agree to continue meeting.”

 

Underneath her lashes, she glanced at Toshiro to see his eyes were closed and his face relaxed. His breathing was even and he did not seem to register her movement when she shifted on the bed to look at him more closely. She touched his arm gently and he only shifted, moving closer to her but he did not show any other sign of acknowledgement.

 

“Damned man. He's fallen asleep already,” Soi thought. For a short time she thought of waking him, but remembered that he would probably not be able to perform if he was tired. If she gave him an hours rest he might be ready to make her come again and that was worth the 60 minute wait. Moving to the other side of the bed so she did not have to come in contact with his body while he slept, she decided to think about things and closed her eyes, preparing to review the events of the day, and decide what work was necessary to complete tomorrow, but it was not to be. She too succumbed to sleep.

 

Waking, she found Toshiro lying on his side, an arm stretched across her body, his face near her shoulder. Her hand was holding onto his arm and she was horrified. Why was he embracing her while he slept? Why was she touching him in return? That seemed wrong. From the light outside it was full morning and she had early meetings organised. With an exclamation of disgust, Soi pushed Toshiro's arm off her body and rose, dressing with speed as she prepared to return to her division.

 

“Wake up, Toshiro. It's morning. You had the night with me, but didn't do much with it,” her voice was cold as she tried to mask her disappointment.

 

Toshiro stretched, his arms rising above his head and his mouth opening in a yawn. She watched him, her eyes drawn unwillingly to admire the play of his muscles as he moved and noticed he was once again erect. As he opened his eyes he caught sight of her and smiled sleepily. “Soi. Kiss me before you go. Just a quick peck,” he urged as he noticed her hesitation.

 

“No. Be at my Division at 2.00 ready to instruct them about the Arrancar. At 9.00 we'll meet here. Don't be late and don't fall asleep. I'm really frustrated by last night.” She left quickly, refusing to look again at the rumpled bed and his naked body. To look would mean she wanted to touch and that could lead to a delay in arriving at her destination.

 

A.N.

 

Delays due to internet, chapter and brain malfunction.

 

Please read and review. The next chapter will be a little less fun.