Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ For The Love of a Friend ❯ Pride in Friendship ( Chapter 7 )

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

 

Pride in Friendship

 

He hated addressing other Divisions. He spoke automatically, making the same presentation he had made to his Division while he noted the reactions of the people who were supposed to be listening to him. They knew he was a Captain, but none of them wanted to pay attention, too intent on guessing his age, commenting on how short he was, or speculating on why he was chosen as a Captain. Didn't they understand that the information he was providing might help them if they were ever faced by the Arrancar? Were they so ignorant? Why had he agreed to this?

 

He'd agreed because he was fucking their commander and it was her price for one more night. Bitterness soured his mouth at this situation. Soi had been there when he commenced his explanation, but had been called away to attend to some urgent matter. The only good that came of that was he found it slightly easier to concentrate when he was not looking at her, as her presence made him think about sex.

 

He explained once more, speaking clearly, repeating the important points about fighting the Arrancar and then asked if there were any questions. When he had explained to the 10th Division they had been keen to ask questions about fighting styles and how he had managed to defeat the ones he had fought. It was possible that 2nd Division would also pose some intelligent questions.

 

“Is your Lieutenant really getting poked by Kenpachi Zaraki?” one voice asked.

 

Toshiro felt his spine stiffen at the impertinence of the question. “That is none of your business,” he heard his voice say and felt a flicker of anger in his belly.

 

“I heard they broke up,” another Shinigami said. “Last night.”

 

“Great, maybe I have a chance with her now,” a new voice commented gleefully.

 

Gossip spread fast in the Seireitei. This was getting out of his control and he didn't like the way the comments were progressing. Why did his Lieutenant cause him these problems?

 

“Do you have any questions about the Arrancar?” he asked firmly trying to regain some measure of influence over the Division. He felt a layer of ice form on his heart when he thought of his Lieutenant but found some reassurance that at least she had finished with the uncontrolled Captain. The anger deepened.

 

“Hey, I asked the question, so I have first try,” the first voice answered.

 

“No, I've been fantasising about her longer than both of you,” another Shinigami said.

 

He was beginning to feel that icy calm that descended on him when he was preparing to commence battle. Their lack of respect would be repaid by feeling his blade. Recent events had only made him repress his cold nature and his natural anger, but he could not allow this insult to his position go unpunished. He began to draw his zanpaku-to from its sheathe while the last two comments were made, but the subtle sound of footsteps close to him attracted his attention.

 

Looking up, Toshiro saw Soi was standing near him. She appeared to take in the situation at a glance and raising her voice injected cold steel into her tone. “This is neither the time, nor the place, for such thought or comments,” she chided her Division, disfavour clear in her tone. “I heard your questions and they were impertinent. Captain Hitsugaya has spent his time trying to explain how to fight the Arrancar and you ask questions about trivial issues. You are all confined to quarters for the evening directly after dinner in the mess hall and tonight you will all eat in the mess hall.”

 

The assembled company looked shamed at being caught in a wrong act by their Captain. Some even appeared to blush. Unwillingly Toshiro slid his blade back into his sheathe. For a moment he imagined drawing it and fighting Soi, fighting her until he beat her and then made her pay the penalty for her defeat.

 

“I apologise on their behalf, Captain Hitsugaya. Thank you for your time.” The words were correct, the tone was dismissive.

 

“I'm sorry too, Captain Hitsugaya,” said the Shinigami who had asked the original question.

 

“Commander Fong, the discipline of your Division is your responsibility, but I find it lacking. I will not be available to address them on this or any other matter again,” he could not hide his anger and bowing slightly, left abruptly. It was not only the lack of discipline that had made him react that way. The same bribe would never be offered again.

 

Instead of heading to their place of rendezvous he went to the bathhouse, conveniently empty, to simmer down, immersing his body in the cold water it seemed to require. Soi had been the seed of his humiliation again, as had his Lieutenant. Women were the problem and he didn't know the solution. The cool water took the edge off his anger, but the acidic, seething resentfulness remained. He would go and meet Soi, he would screw her as much as he was able, but on his terms. If this was to be their last night together he was going to be selfish and take her as he wished without paying her all the attentions she seemed to expect. She had made it clear, very clear, that there was no possibility of the relationship being extended any further so why should he care how she felt? It didn't matter to him if she enjoyed the sex. What did he have to lose?

 

After dressing he made his way slowly to the assignation. Originally he had been more than eager for this meeting, but now he felt a heavy lethargy overwhelm him. The sooner he arrived, the sooner it would be over. The anger that had erupted within him had not gone and he felt the dull ache of fury at Soi accompany his lust.

 

Entering the room he noticed she was sitting at the table, her back rigid and her posture indicated that she was not in an approachable mood. She stood and turned around to face him her face a mask of freezing disdain. “Captain Hitsugaya, I do not appreciate being spoken to in the manner you addressed me in front of my Division,” Soi's voice was icy.

 

“Captain Fong, I do not appreciate your Division or the way you handle their discipline. But I'm not here to talk about that. I'm here to obtain my payment for addressing your undisciplined people. Kindly remove your clothes,” the ice in Toshiro's voice matched Soi's.

 

“Payment? I do not believe you deserve payment. You have insulted me and my Division and I do not feel like allowing you to touch me…”

 

Toshiro ignored her words and pulling her close, kissed her angrily on the lips. Their teeth clashed as he forced his tongue between her unwilling lips into her mouth. She tried to pull her head away from his, but he gripped her shoulders tightly and kept his mouth firmly on hers. He tried to arouse her, moving his tongue in her mouth the way she'd shown him, trying to gain a reaction. She did not kiss him in response, her body cringing against his. Eventually she jerked her mouth from his.

 

“I do not want you to kiss…”

 

Toshiro again ignored her comments and again covered her mouth with his own, his fury fuelling the passion with which he kissed her. Once more she resisted, tugging at his hands, trying to remove her mouth from his even as his tongue touched hers. He ground his hardening penis against her, becoming increasingly excited by her resistance and his anger.

 

“I honoured my side of the bargain,” he said as he pressed his body hard against her resisting form, pushing her against the wall. “It's time to pay up, Soi, or are you going to renege on your side of the deal? I'll take you like this if I have to, even if you resist, but you will meet your obligation.”

 

“T..T..Toshiro?” there was a tiny trace of fear, overshadowed by anger, in her voice.

 

It sounded wrong to hear that emotion from her due to the way he kissed her and he looked at her to see her eyes wide as she seemed to have trouble recognising him. Never again had he expected to hear even the breath of fear in her voice and then he remembered her fear of men and her fear of sex with a man. Hastily he let her go, mortified at causing that reaction and turned to leave without saying anything. There was no point in staying. He was still feeling the effects of his fury and she was resisting him. Despite his earlier resolution and his words, he didn't want to force her. He had been trying to force her to admit her desire for him, just once more, but now she was scared of him, she didn't want him and it was over.

 

“Are you leaving?” the uncertainty was unexpected. He had thought she would be glad if he left.

 

“Why should I stay? The agreement is over and we are now casual acquaintances. I'll see you at the next Captain's meeting, Captain Fong.” His hand was on the door.

 

“But the agreement is not over. It is not over until tomorrow morning or are you going to renege on your side of the deal?” The confidence was returning to her voice as she spoke. “Or have you changed your mind about wanting an additional night with me?”

 

Her answer made him pause and he turned to look at her, bearing in mind her words. What had caused her sudden change of mind? She'd been scared, he was sure of it, but all traces of fear had left her voice and body.

 

“You were unwilling,” he began.

 

“I was angry. I am angry at you. I will be angry with you and you threatened to force me, but then you let me go. You proved that you are not the brute beast that would do anything you wanted despite my feelings. I still want you for tonight. Just tonight,” Soi moved closer and rested her hand on his chest.

 

“I thought I'd scared you,” he admitted. It sounded like an accusation.

 

“Me, scared? Never suggest that again or you will die. I do not experience fear so easily. Now, pleasure me. Make me forget my anger and disappointment,” her words did not reassure him, but the cool hand on his chest, her proximity and his rising lust persuaded him to focus on her demand for pleasure. The other words didn't matter.

 

This time he removed her Captain's coat and she looked nonplussed. “I can undress myself, Toshiro. I'm not a child.”

 

“You've undressed me in the past. I thought it might be more interesting if I removed your clothes,” he explained having watched enough romantic television shows while in the human world. Orihime and Matsumoto seemed obsessed with the vicarious pleasure they received from these trashy offerings and he'd noted that undressing the other person seemed to be a regular feature. It seemed like it might be interesting.

 

Soi's forehead creased in a frown. “Do you expect me to undress you this time?”

 

“Not unless you wish to do so,” he half hoped she would but did not expect her to take that step. She was still wary with him after he had forced his kisses on her.

 

“I don't and I would prefer to take off my own clothes,” she said moving a little apart from him.

 

“Oh, come on Soi. It won't hurt. Let me try it,” for some reason he felt the need to insist and gain his way in this instance. His hands moved to her shirt and he quickly undid the ties that held it together. For a moment her hands rested on his, trying to prevent his actions, but she dropped them and stood there obediently. As soon as her creamy flesh was exposed, Toshiro began to touch her with his fingertips, running them gently over the cool flesh which warmed under his caress. Looking at her face he noticed at first a startled expression and then one of increasing pleasure. Lowering his head he began to lick the skin just under her collarbone, slowly moving downward until he reached her stomach. His hands were busy undoing her hakama as he did this and they dropped to the floor.

 

“That wasn't too bad, was it?” Toshiro said and quickly began to remove his clothes, noting that Soi had shrugged off her undone shirt and removed the other few items of clothing she wore. Avidly, her small hands reached out and undid his hakama as he was still removing his shirt. The gesture pleased him and when they were both naked he pulled her close and kissed her. She came willingly to his arms and opened her mouth to him, returning his kiss with rising desire. Her hands rested on his shoulders as her tongue ran along his before touching his soft palate. He didn't think he could get any harder, but it seemed he could from her kiss.

 

“I want to try something different,” Soi said, freeing her lips from his.

 

For a few seconds Toshiro wondered what she meant. Different? How different? Was she actually going to suck him? His hopes rose, but she turned and got on the bed, on her hands and knees. He could see the firm small cheeks of her bottom and as she spread her knees further apart he caught a glimpse of her sex. He found himself unexpectedly excited by the suggestion and the sight.

 

“Take me like this. I saw it illustrated in a pillow book once and I wondered what it was like,” She said, her head turned toward him.

 

For a moment Toshiro wondered how it would work and why she was reading pillow books, but his cock urged him to try. Seeing her presenting herself to him, obviously eager was exciting him considerably. “Don't you want me to lick you first?”

 

“I'm horny and I want to feel your thing inside me. Come on, Toshiro, I'm getting impatient. Don't make me wait.” The urgency was evident in her voice.

 

Kneeling between her spread thighs he asked, “Where..?”

 

“I'm not asking for anything odd. Normal, just like this,” now she sounded eager and slightly angry.

 

He grasped his cock and guided it to her nether lips, feeling them slick against the head of his penis. Believing he could do this he pushed forward only to slide between her legs.

 

“Not like that. You're supposed to go inside. Don't you know what you're doing?” The anger in her voice increased.

 

“I've never done it like this before and neither have you. Stop making this my fault, Soi,” he was sick of her demands and accusations but he still wanted to try.

 

She grasped his member and pulled it to her entrance holding it there. “Now, push into me. Hurry.”

 

He pushed into her, as far as he could until his hips were hard against her buttocks. He grasped her hips and held them steady as he withdrew slightly. If felt slightly different in this position, and he slowly began the thrusts, hoping he wouldn't slip out. He preferred to see her face and watch her reactions when they screwed, but still he was getting the sensations and she pushed back toward him.

 

She hissed slightly as their coordination went askew, but remained steady. He adjusted to her moves so it wouldn't happen again. As he continued to thrust into her, his pleasure grew, but her breathing remained steady and she was not becoming any wetter. He stopped, wanting confirmation.

 

“Are you enjoying this Soi?” For some reason it seemed important that he asked. Even though he had earlier resolved that he did not care if she enjoyed the sex, he preferred to know that she did like it. It bolstered his confidence.

 

“Not really. I'm not getting much stimulation. I thought this was supposed to be good,” her voice held elements of confusion and disappointment.

 

“I don't know, I haven't read the book you saw this in. Maybe if I try this it might help, but I'll have to lean on you,” he said as he first licked his finger and then slid his hand in front of her and began to touch her small nub, stroking it gently, trying to use it the same way he used his tongue. He heard her moan as his fingers began to excite her and he began to gently move into her again. His chest was now leaning against her back and her skin was growing warm at the contact.

 

“Lean on me all you like,” Soi said a few minutes later and began pushing urgently against him. “Faster. Harder.”

 

Toshiro tried to obey, thrusting into her as his fingers continued to excite her. Her body was pushing back onto him faster than he could drive into her, but he sped up his caresses and she did not complain.

 

“Oh, Goddess. Toshiro, that feels good,” Soi said.

 

He closed his eyes feeling her get tighter around him as he continued to screw her. His orgasm was getting close and he touched her more urgently, trying to get her to come.

 

She became very still and then jerked against him as her cunt compressed around him. Caught up in the sensation, he ejaculated into her and then she collapsed down onto the bed, no longer supported by her knees and hands. Unprepared for her sudden descent, Toshiro fell on top of her, almost knocking the breath out of both of them. As fast as he could, he moved to the side, not touching her, but struggling to calm his breath.

 

“I'm not sure I want to try that again,” Soi said sleepily.

 

“There's no point in telling me,” Toshiro said bitterly. “After tonight it doesn't affect me what you want.” The feeling of impotent rage, which had faded slightly when she appeared scared and when they screwed, was back, stronger than before. He wanted the arrangement to continue but knew that even mentioning it would mean it was over before it needed to be.

 

“Yeah, you're right, I suppose. I meant I didn't want to try it again tonight, not that position,' Soi's voice was indifferent. They lay there and he starched his arms behind his head, wondering if he should say anything. The silence was uncomfortable.

 

“How long before you're ready again? Do I have to wait long?”

 

Her words sparked the anger and made him reckless in his response. She was so demanding and selfish. “Does that mean you want me to lick you while you wait patiently for me to get excited again? I'm only here for your pleasure, aren't I? It doesn't matter what I want,” Toshiro didn't care what he said. It was perfectly clear to him that Soi didn't think about him at all. She only wanted him to provide the orgasms whether by cunnilingus or sex, it didn't matter. While he wanted to stay the night with her, have sex with her as many times as possible, part of him was impatient for it to be over, for her demands to cease. It was time to be his own man once again, not answerable to anyone else.

 

“Why should it matter to me? This arrangement was a convenience, nothing more. It might have lasted longer if you hadn't decided to marry your pathetic, pregnant, feeble minded friend but that's your choice.” Soi opened her mouth preparing to continue.

 

Toshiro sat upright, very fast and glared at Soi almost pleased to be able to have this fight. He hadn't decided if he was going to offer Momo marriage, but the insult rankled. “What did you call Momo?” He found it hard to believe she was making this mistake. She should know how protective he was of his friends.

 

“Pathetic and feeble minded. She is. Everyone feels sorry for her instead of recognising that she's a fool. It's all I hear. `Poor Momo. Aizen tried to kill her. She almost died. She's heartbroken.' Soi assumed a whining voice as she quoted. “You say it too but you don't realise the girl's a moron. No, worse than that, she a deluded idiot who's carrying a traitor's child. And you still haven't told her. I think that's real cowardice.” Her eyes were sparking with anger and her voice and attitude left no doubt in Toshiro's mind that she meant what she said.

 

“You wouldn't understand. It's not cowardice. I want Matsumoto with me when I tell Momo but she's been busy. They're friends and…. I don't have to explain anything to you. Momo is not feeble minded or an idiot. She's just confused.”

 

“You want your flighty Lieutenant who's screwing the most violent person in the Seireitei to be there when you tell Momo? You think she'll help. How exactly? Explain how to score with a Captain? Give tips on how to improve her sex life? Ran's been sleeping around since she broke up with Gin, spreading her legs for anyone who shows interest, I've heard the gossip and I've seen how she hangs around with those men, drinking all the time. I don't know why you keep her as your second in command. It doesn't say much for her intelligence, or yours. A slut and a fool and you call them friends. You're as bad as they are,” the disgust in Soi's voice was matched by her expression.

 

“That's enough, Captain Fong,” Toshiro yelled. He scrambled off the bed and started dressing. The anger he felt made his hands shake and he fumbled with the fastenings. Her last comment made it obvious she didn't like him or hold any respect for him or his friends. “It's over. I've put up with your demands, your selfishness and your insults, but I won't listen to you insult my friends. What do you know about friendship anyway? A lesbian rejected by your lover in favour of a man. And she was the only person you've ever called a friend. Where are your other friends? You don't have any. You're the one who's pathetic.”

 

Soi looked at him, her mouth opened in shock, her eyes large with disbelief. He finished dressing and walking quickly to the door, he left, shutting it firmly behind him, fighting his desire to stay, to walk over to Soi and kiss her one more time. The insults she had uttered could not be ignored nor could he overlook the obvious disdain in which she held him. He could have stayed and fought with her more, but he was fearful that words would not be enough and they might start fighting in earnest. He had to get away from her.

 

Walking home through the twilight shaded streets, he tried to regain his equanimity. It had been a shock to hear Soi's opinion of his friend and lieutenant but he knew she was wrong. He'd guessed she wasn't fond of Momo when he'd seen her looking at her in 4th Division, but he'd disregarded that until now. Briefly he wondered why she disliked Momo and Matsumoto so much.

 

Once in the human world, he asked Matsumoto what she thought about a number of the Captain's trying to disguise his interest in Soi. When he'd mentioned Soi's name a strange but fleeting expression crossed his Lieutenants face and she made some non-committal comment about the awe in which her Division held her. In response to his queries about other Captains, Matsumoto had some piece of gossip or some funny observation about their personality but she had been reticent about Soi. He'd deliberately not asked her about Captain Zaraki, reluctant to acknowledge their liaison.

 

As he reached his home he decided to not think of it any further. It was finished and he now had to settle back into his normal routine of responsibilities and duties. Soi was nothing to him, a former lover but never a friend.

 

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A.N.

 

Pillow Book: In Japan a Pillow Book might be given to a newly married couple with pictures of people copulating. This was supposed provide instruction on how to consummate their marriage without all that explanation that embarrasses parents and children everywhere.

 

This story is not over and there will be more chapters. As I said before, I like complications.

 

Another chapter (or two) before this story catches up with Different Circumstances.

 

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