Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ For The Love of a Friend ❯ The Price of Friendship ( Chapter 6 )

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

 

This takes place immediately after Chapter 4 and the first section runs mostly parallel to Chapter 5.

 

The Price of Friendship

 

Toshiro lay in bed, still trying to frantically think of a solution to the problem he had unwittingly and unwillingly caused.

 

When he was in the human world he'd had time to think about Momo and her situation. When he had seen her on the screen, after she had awoken, he had been shocked at how unwell she looked. The dark circles around her eyes, her disorientation and her listless manner, except when she was talking about Aizen, worried him. He was unsure if this was caused by her condition or her near brush with death and he felt an instinctive need to protect her and feared how she would react to the news about her pregnancy. She had always relied upon someone, even though she denied it, and now she might need strong support to adjust to the newest shock and he decided that if he offered her marriage she might accept. That way he could watch over her more closely, and if they married soon he could pretend to others that the child was his.

 

He didn't really want to marry Momo, he didn't think he wanted to marry anyone, but it was the right thing, the honourable thing, to do. Their marriage would work, based on their long friendship and understanding of each other. It might never be consummated, or it would take some time before Toshiro would want to touch Momo sexually but that wasn't important. He'd wait until the child was born, providing she wanted to keep it, and then would see what happened. Maybe then he could view her with desire, but now, she seemed more like his sister than a potential lover. Since he had experienced sex with Soi, he viewed Momo in a different light. After marriage, maybe desire would return.

 

It occurred to him that even if he asked her to marry him, Momo might reject him. Her obsession with Aizen remained, he'd noticed that, it would be impossible to ignore. It might be possible to ignore if she didn't wake up, or speak when he went to visit her. But then she might want even the façade of marriage to provide a layer of protection for Aizen's bastard. Rathe than think about this, he should go and see her, but that would mean leaving his bed and getting dressed. He wanted to remain where he was, remembering how it had felt to fuck Soi in his bed, how her skin felt against his own, her response, the pleasure he'd experienced before he'd opened his mouth, but the memory made him long for her. He'd hoped to drift to sleep with the erotic images playing through his mind, but each time he allowed the memories to overwhelm him, he'd remember that she'd left, furious with him. Reflecting on his choices, he rose and dressed. In his state of mind it was unlikely that he'd sleep.

 

Soi had been hurt by his question; that was obvious. He hadn't meant to hurt her, just ask an opinion and he was asking her because he couldn't ask Matsumoto. It seemed odd that it had upset her so much. All they met for was to have sex; that was the agreement and she had reminded him many times that it was a mutual agreement. They both knew that this was not long term. He had never expected it to last this long and he was grateful to Soi for protecting Momo and initiating him into sex. There was no doubt in his mind that he had been fortunate that she had been his first sexual experience and she had taught him how to please a woman. He didn't want it to be over, not for a long time, but the expression on her face convinced him that she was livid with him and he had made an error from which it would be difficult to recover.

 

“I'll go and see Momo. I still haven't managed to see her awake as yet and I'd like to see how she is, generally, when I talk to her. I know there is no chance of seeing Soi there, not now. The agreement is over, I broke it. If only there was a chance I could feel her body under mine once more. Damn my mouth. I don't want to think about this anymore or I'll irritate myself even more. We could have just kept fucking each other without any problems and each time I have her, my desire for her increases. Now I'm hard again and I don't want to masturbate. Sex is better than masturbation and I want to remember how she felt when I was deep inside her. Touching my cock would not be as satisfying and it might make me forget,” as he thought he refused to look in the mirror, not wishing to see the expression on his face.

 

Slowly he made his way to 4th Division and Momo's room. Entering the room he was astonished to see Soi looking at Momo with an expression of distaste on her face. That didn't seem significant as he pulled her from the room, noting her slight resistance as he tried to find a place he could talk to her, or have sex with her. Every room he tried was occupied and nothing seemed to work, then Soi started laughing at him. Eventually, after nearly fighting, they ended up back in the place they had used so many times before and Soi explained the conditions. She wanted him; that was good, but only for the night.

 

One night more was not enough. His mind, his cock demanded more than one paltry night of sex with this woman, but her determination made it difficult to argue. She told him as soon as he arrived that this was to be the last time and then kissed him. The words were unexpected and the kiss more than he'd hoped, but how could he persuade her to change her mind?

 

After making her come he tried, using threats, pleasure, whatever, until she finally agreed to one more night. One more night. Her determination to limit their encounters was profound and he knew he would not be able to persuade her otherwise. But then she had made it clear that this was to be the last night and any attempts to prolong their liaison would prove fatal for him. Every argument he offered did not seem to interest her. Even in the throes of pleasure she kept enough judgement to deny his demands even when he tried to assert his authority as a Captain.

 

It was only when he'd fucked her and she was on the brink of orgasm that she agreed the additional night. She would not admit that she wanted him, which confused him. She must want him, otherwise she would not have responded to his kisses. Why was it so important she finish with him? She said something about not loving him but not wanting to share him. How could he argue against that?

 

To compound his stupidity, he fell asleep after she had initiated him into sex with her in the superior position. It had come as a shock when she had touched his cock, obviously trying to arouse him. Her hand had not touched him gently, it hurt slightly and he tried to tell her, at the risk of breaking the kiss she had initiated, but she used her tongue to such effect that he wanted to keep his lips pressed to hers. He managed to persuade his senses that the firmness of her hand was exciting in its own way. When she pushed him onto his back and got astride him he did break the kiss, wishing to know what she planned.

 

Sex with her on top, taking him into her body made his eyes roll back in his head at how good it felt but he was tired from the events of the day. He'd watched his cock get taken into her body and that image turned him on even more. As she pulled his hands to her breasts he wanted to thrust upwards into her, but resisted the impulse. She was getting better as she continued and he wanted her to continue. She had showed him her desire for sex, and pleasured him so much that he thought the top of his skull was separating from his head. No wonder he slept. Could any woman compare with her?

 

Waking in the night he noticed she had moved to the other side of the bed and was sleeping deeply. He cuddled close, for some reason wanting contact with her, yearning to feel her against him as he slept, and on wrapping one arm around her and was sleepily thrilled when her hand grasped his arm as she sighed deeply in her sleep. His cock was hard, but she was warm, accepting his touch and so fast asleep he didn't want to wake her, assuring himself there would be time for sex in the morning, when they were both awake. He drifted back to sleep, happy at the unconscious acknowledgment of her toleration of him.

 

But the morning presented an angry, distracted Soi who was nearly dressed when she woke him. She refused to kiss him, or even look at him and left before he had finished rubbing the sleep from his eyes. What was wrong with the woman? They'd both fallen asleep. Had she expected him to wake her for sex? Damn, this was all too confusing. Who understood women anyway?

 

One more night. One night only. Her words had shown him clearly that tonight would be their final night together unless he could think of some way to change her mind. If only he could ask Matsumoto…

 

Quickly he rose and went to his headquarters and waited. His lieutenant might be of less assistance than he could have wished, but she was normally at the office on time, even if she was still half asleep, but today he waited half an hour and she did not arrive. Remembering the events of the previous day, he cursed slightly and went to 11th Division. Surprisingly, Captain Zaraki was in his office, sitting discontentedly at his desk, but initially he seemed pleased to see Toshiro. The Captain looked as if he hadn't bothered with dressing, his hair was not in its accustomed style and for a moment, Toshiro wondered if the man had slept because he looked tired.

 

“Would you please return my Lieutenant, Captain? We have work to do,” Toshiro kept his voice pleasant, but firm.

 

The Captain grunted angrily and rose to his feet, his features transforming into a mask of anger. “Get out. She's not here and I have nothing to say to you.” His hands reached for the smaller Captain and Toshiro backed away, fast.

 

“I'd leave if I were you,” Yumichika said quietly.

 

“Um, Captain, I need you to look at his,” Madarame said, grasping his Captain's arm firmly, turning him slightly away from the visitor. “These are the details on some of the Arrancar we fought. I thought you might be interested in their ability to use Cero attacks.”

 

Yumichika nodded urgently to Toshiro who, taking the hint, turned on his heel and fled. What the hell was going on? What had happened between his Lieutenant and the Captain? He had to know. Swiftly he made his way to Matsumoto's quarters and entered. She was nowhere to be seen but he heard the sounds of water running in the bathroom and the sound of someone being violently ill. When she emerged, Matsumoto looked worse than the Captain, her skin gleaming with perspiration and her eyes were bloodshot. Noticing the empty sake bottle he inferred that the relationship with Zaraki was over.

 

Relief flooded him. No more sticky situations with another Captain. Matsumoto would recover sometime and return to her normal scatty self. Everyone expected Captain Zaraki to flip out regularly and when this relationship had commenced, he had hoped the liaison would not, could not last between those two.

 

If he were honest, he had thought nothing would manage to get between the two of them, there had been a deep layer of feeling between them the one time he had seen them together, and from gauging Matsumoto's response he knew this recovery would be bad, very bad. Her pain was evident, but he would not refer to it. How had she fallen for the Captain so quickly and so completely? It didn't make sense. This was not the time to ask Matsumoto for advice on his love life. He was sure she would start crying if he did and in her current frame of mind she would probably provide advice he should not take.

 

They had a brief, bitter conversation as Matsumoto showed the unreasonable side of her nature. He reminded her of their respective positions but she seemed singularly unimpressed, caught up as she was by her own grief.

 

After giving her the day off, he returned to his Division and gathered his people together and briefed them on the Arrancar. His attention was divided, thinking about Soi, thinking about his lieutenant, but the latter was less important than his reflection on how to maintain his sexual relation with Soi. Each time he thought about her, his cock stirred, breaking his concentration. After a sparse lunch of soup he arrived at 2nd Division an hour early and hesitated outside the door of the Captain's office.

 

“I believe I said 2.00 pm or 14.00 if you prefer that time. You are one hour early, Captain Hitsugaya,” Soi's voice startled him coming from behind him. He turned to see her staring at him, her expression unreadable. “Was there some urgent matter you needed to discuss?” Her eyes glanced down staring at the erection that had grown at the sound of her voice. “I think you have an urgent matter I can attend to, but only today,” she said opening the door and ushering him into her office. She locked the door carefully behind them both and removed her hakama as Toshiro watched, his eyes having trouble accepting the half naked vision being presented.

 

“Toshiro, are you just going to look, or are you going to act?” Soi sounded impatient as she sat on the desk, her legs parted.

 

Toshiro's hakama were off in seconds and he moved to the desk, pushing between her parted legs, entering her without any foreplay or touching. She was slick and hot and closed her eyes as he thrust into her. “Yes,” she said, lying back on the desk.

 

His vision reduced to just the sight of the woman on the desk, Toshiro took her urgently his hands supporting his weight as he leant on the desk, remembering how he had wanted this earlier. Soi rocked her hips against him and then wrapped her legs around his thighs. He closed his eyes as he felt her tight around him, the folds of her skin massaging his hard penis, her heat and moisture adding to the incredible sensation he was experiencing.

 

Soi's hands were undoing her shirt, exposing her small breasts with the erect pink nipples to his eyes. He gulped, wanting to take one in his mouth as he continued to thrust into her. Her hands were now busy undoing his shirt and she ran her hand over his chest, causing him to gasp in surprise at the unexpected caress. All his concentration was now focuses on their joining and he increased his pace as he noticed Soi's nipples become even more erect, and her breathing more pronounced.

 

“Harder, Toshiro, harder,” she ordered and he complied, watching her face, noticing the change as he felt her walls grasp his cock as she came, biting her lip. He allowed himself the pleasure of orgasm while she was still in the throes of hers, feeling his seed leave him in a gush that seemed to take forever. He was breathing heavily and wiped the perspiration from his forehead with one hand, reluctant to withdraw.

 

“Did you plan this, Toshiro?” Soi asked, as her breathing gradually returned to normal.

 

“No.” If he had thought of it, he would have been there even earlier. Reluctantly he withdrew.

 

Soi let out a slight exclamation. “I can't talk to my Division like this. All I'll be able to think about is your cum dripping out of me.” Looking around, Toshiro got a cloth which he immersed in some water and gently washed Soi between the legs. She moaned slightly as he rubbed the cloth over her and he noticed her eyes were half closed. Forgetting the cloth, he dropped to his knees and parted her labia, exposing her moist, pink cunt to his gaze. Without any further thought he began to lick her, slowly removing the last traces of his cum, grazing that sweet nub that centred her passion, savouring the taste of her. The sight of her exposed to his gaze reminded him how much he desired her now and he wanted her to yearn for him in return.

 

“Oh, God, Toshiro,” her body was arching against the table, pushing herself closer to his probing tongue. His cock was rapidly hardening at her reaction and her taste.

 

“Do you want me, Soi?” He had to ask, removing his mouth from pleasuring her.

 

“For now, yes,” she sighed, obviously not allowing anything to overcome her control.

 

“I want you, Soi. I want you under me writhing with pleasure as we fuck. Please, another…”

 

Soi immediately pushed Toshiro away and sat up her eyes flaming with anger. “If you continue speaking I will carry out my threat and kill you, now. You get today and tonight and then it's over, forever. Do you understand? I will not change my mind, no matter what tricks you try. Either you accept it, or leave.”

 

Toshiro swallowed. Words were fighting to come out of his mouth. Words that would plead for an extension of time, words that would offer her everything, anything she desired if she would continue their liaison. But what did he have that he could offer that she could not obtain? He could offer his body and sex but she had already rejected that offer. He could not offer her marriage as he'd already told her that he was going to ask Momo to marry him. This was a mess, but a mess he had created. If Momo had not been pregnant, his relationship with Soi would never have commenced. Then he wouldn't be here, begging her to reconsider.

 

Layers within layers; cause and effect. Every action he had taken since the traitors had left, led him to this moment and he had to make a choice. Soi was already angry and he could let it go and have this moment and the night with her or he could try to extend the time. Looking at Soi, remembering her threat, he decided the moment was better than the slight possibility which was no longer feasible. Even as he accepted this he knew he was admitting his failure. One more day of passion and then back to the cold, austere reality that was his life, before Soi. His cock had subsided as he thought of the options, as if it were acknowledging defeat.

 

“I accept,' he said reluctantly his eyes fixed on hers, trying to convince her mentally to extend the time, to accept him, to want him more than her freedom and her strictures.

 

“Then finish what you stared, without speech. You are permitted to please me, for now.” She lay prone on the desk and with a feeling of mixed relief and regret he parted her labia and once again experienced her taste. The single taste brought him back to full erection, but recalling her words he concentrated on pleasing her.

 

He might be satisfying her, but his mind continued to analyse the situation, hoping to distract his longing to plunge into her. The mind was mightier than the penis. The liaison was wrong. He knew it was wrong because she seemed to hold all the power, initially when he pleasured her so that she would protect Momo and now when she wanted to end it because of Momo and his stupid question. If he married Momo then he could not have Soi, and he would be loathe forming another liaison if he was married, even if the marriage was not consummated. Being this powerless was hateful to him but he could see no alternative.

 

Damn it. No matter what, he would ask Matsumoto for advice tomorrow. She knew Momo; surely she would have an opinion on whether he should ask Momo to marry him.

 

Soi's breathing had deepened and noticing that he concentrated on licking her clitoris with hard little flicks, harder than normal because even though he wanted her, he was angry at her determination to finish with him.

 

He heard her muffled shriek as she came. This time he continued to lick her as she convulsed under him wanting to jam his cock into her while she was distracted and unable to prevent him but knew that if he did she would deny him further sex. If only he could have the upper hand in this relationship, what wouldn't he make her do? Noting she was finished he rose to his feet and washed his face at the sink, rinsing away the juices that coated his mouth and chin.

 

“Meet me immediately after you make your presentation to my Division,” Soi said very softly.

 

The words made no sense to Toshiro for a second and he looked at her, wondering what she could possibly mean. Then the meaning of the words sank in. Soi didn't want to wait until 9.00 pm. She wanted the night to start early. Regretting his light lunch, Toshiro agreed, knowing that he would need more sustenance to perform more than once.

 

“Don't worry, I'll bring some food,” Soi said.

 

Stunned, Toshiro looked at her. How did she know what he was thinking? This was rapidly making him more confused about the nature of their affair. Their soon to be over affair, he knew, but there seemed to be a growing closeness, with shared understanding.

 

“I didn't have lunch because you arrived so early and I know I'll need to eat if we are going to be busy all night and we are going to be busy all night, aren't we Toshiro?”

 

He nodded in response, his feeling of shared understanding leaving him as he hoped he wouldn't disappoint her, or himself.

 

A.N.

 

For those of you who are reading both this story and Different Circumstances, the latter is on hiatus until the events in this story catch up.

 

Thanks to anhimals for the review. As you can see I tried to update quickly.

 

Review if you want both or either story updated.