Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Obsidian and Alabaster ❯ Photo Frenetic ( Chapter 2 )

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

 

Inspired by the Shinigami Illustrated Picture Book at the end of Episode 165.

 

Obsidian and Alabaster 2

 

Photo Frenetic

 

I'd heard something I didn't want to hear. The person who insisted on telling me was now being healed by Retsu, but that was his problem. Why should I fucking care about his injuries, or if the bastard lived? What he had told me had to be a lie. If it wasn't there was going to be a death this day, maybe three deaths. I hadn't seen enough blood and I had to find out.

 

She wasn't with her Captain who had assumed she was with me. He assured me he hadn't seen her since she left for lunch. The guy didn't seem happy when I leant over his desk to ask my questions again. The desk seemed to shudder under my hands.

 

Still fuming, I went home, thinking she might still be there and entered the bedroom to find her asleep in our bed, where I had left her two hours earlier. The sheet was pulled up to her waist and the sight of her made my dick rigid. I cursed. Her breasts were so perfect, seeing them made it hard for me to think of anything except sex. I'd come here to confront her and instead I just wanted to fuck her again. As I watched she shifted in the bed and the sheet slipped down further, exposing more of her. My eyes shifted downward and noticed her legs were parted and the sight of moisture glistening between here thighs that made me want to slip straight in.

 

“Wake up woman,” I said loudly not wanting to touch her; that contact would make me either kill her or screw her

 

She started awake, still lying down and seeing me smiled and yawned lazily, raising her arms above her head. This drew my eyes to watch how her tits moved, becoming more accentuated by her stretch, her nipples erect. The saliva ran into my mouth and I had to swallow hard. If she kept this up I'd be inside her, fucking her hard before I could even find out what I wanted to know.

 

Glancing at the clock she addressed me. “Zaraki, you were only here two hours ago. Don't you have some work to do? I fell asleep after your left and I don't think Toshiro will be very happy with me.” Smiling she beckoned me closer.

 

“Get up and dress. We have to talk,” I ordered her not bothering to hide the fury in my voice, fury that was choked with lust.

 

She looked slightly worried at my tone and slipped on the robe I had given her. That didn't help. Every time she wore it I tried to decide how long it would be before I stripped it off her. I averted my eyes from her, knowing I could not resist for long.

“Is it true?” If she knew what I referred to, that would be an indication that she was guilty.

 

“Is what true? I did fall asleep. You were very demanding earlier and exhausted me. I think I need some food because we never did eat lunch.” I grabbed her as she walked past me, holding her firmly by the shoulders as I looked down fixedly at her.

 

Her large, wondering eyes were raised to mine and her lips parted as if expecting a kiss. I started to lower my head to kiss her, but straightened hastily. “Did you do it?”

 

Her shoulders shrugged under my hands. “You're hurting me. I know how strong you are, but ease off. Are we having one of those conversations, where I have no idea what you're talking about? If we are, let me get something to eat so I can concentrate,” she told me pulling out of my grasp, which had involuntarily weakened when she told me I was hurting her, and walked to the kitchen. I followed, wanting to get her to answer, wanting to bury my face in her hair, wanting her generally. Damn the woman, why did she affect me this way? Why didn't she know what I was talking about?

 

Reaching the kitchen she quickly put together a meal, served it and sat down to eat. All the time I observed her, not talking, wanting to grab her and take her there on the floor, against the wall, on the table. I sat opposite her, ignoring the food she had made for me, watching her narrowly, wanting to know the answer.

 

“Zaraki, I'm not your enemy. Stop staring at me that way,” she said after she swallowed her third mouthful. “Eat; you'll need it if you intend to screw me again, or even if you don't. You need to eat,” saying this she patted my hand, her soft but calloused palm inciting me to more thoughts of sex, or getting her to give me a hand job so I could feel her hand stroking me.

 

“Did you do it?” I found it hard to ask again, or even to get those words out. She had to know what I was talking about.

 

She leant forward chewing, the robe gaping even further and I saw the rosy nipple of one breast protrude momentarily. The robe was not tied securely; she had only looped the belt shut. I gulped and nearly choked on the food I had mechanically begun to eat on her instructions. I wanted that robe off and her in my lap, riding me hard. My balls tightened as I thought about it.

 

“Do what exactly? You still haven't explained. Now, husband, slowly ask the question and I will answer,” She smiled at me, her sweet smile that I knew I could not trust. If what I had been told were true, I couldn't trust her ever again. Unconcerned she ate another bite.

 

“Did you take photos of Kira and Hisagi?” My voice cracked a little on the last name. I knew they were her friends.

 

Putting down her chopsticks carefully, her eyes clouded for a moment and she nodded slowly. “I did take photos of Izuru and Shuhei while they were naked. It was for the Shinigami Women's Association,” she pulled some pictures from her pocket and handed them to me. “Have a look.”

 

I barely glanced at the photos, but what I saw, what she said, meant what the guy had told me was true. A red haze covered my vision as I reached across the table and grabbed her, pulling her face close to mine. “Do you realise what you've done woman?”

 

“I took some photos. So what?” she seemed perplexed by my reaction. I felt her flinch under my grasp.

 

“Nude photo's of men who are not me. You were in a room alone with two naked men,” why was she being so slow? What she had done was unforgivable.

 

“Two men who are my friends. I was dressed, only they were naked.” She dismissed my comments as she tossed her hair over her shoulder, her breast moving and capturing my gaze again. I let go and my hands reached to cup them, but she batted them away irritably. “You're supposed to trust me.”

 

“Trust you, maybe, but I don't have to trust two naked men. From now on no-one is allowed to visit you unless I am with you. You will send a letter to the old man telling him you are resigning your position and you will remain here, not ever leaving. You will also resign from the Shinigami Women's Association.”

 

She looked at me impassively but I noticed a spark of temper. How dare she lose her temper with me? I was her master and I hadn't taken photos of naked women. There was no justifiable cause for her anger.

 

“I will not do any of those things and I will continue to live my life how I wish. Are you questioning me Zaraki? Do you think I've been screwing around behind your back?” The words were hissed at me. She rose to her feet, placing her hands on the table, leaning forward angrily. I noticed the anger, noticed her heaving chest, but my rage grew at her words.

 

“Yes,” I roared, springing to my feet. “What else would I think?”

 

“Yachiru was there.” The cold voice dropped the words like pebbles onto the surface tension of the room.

 

“Huh?” What did she say?

 

“I asked Yachiru to help me because I didn't want to be compromised and she thought it was fun. It was her idea anyway.” Matsumoto folded her arms under her breasts and I felt my control slip. It had been over two hours since we'd fucked and I was horny again.

 

Hearing those words, the reassurance that she had not been alone with her friends made my anger cool, minutely. I wasn't happy that Yachiru had seen naked men, but what the hell? It was too late to change that. When I'd first heard the accusation I'd had trouble believing that my beloved wife would betray me. She had proven her love and honesty so many times. Anyway, being in the same room with her always made me hard. “Okay. I believe you. Let's go to the bedroom and…”

 

“No.”

 

I looked at her surprised. She was usually so willing to screw, but she flung her hair back over her shoulders again and looked at me, displeasure burning in her eyes. It struck me that she was still annoyed.

 

“How you could imagine I'd even want to touch another man is something I don't understand. Have you ever found me with another man? I'm faithful to you. I love you. I have enough trouble keeping up with your sexual demands, let alone having the time, energy or inclination for a lover. When would I get a chance? You insist on sex every morning, at lunchtime and as soon as we get home from work. Then you want more after we've eaten and …I don't want to think about it. I'm exhausted. If you don't trust me, that's it. I'm going to see Retsu at 4th Division and ask her to admit me. I need rest and a chance to recover. Then I'll move back to my quarters.” She strode out of the room and into the bedroom and I quickly followed to find my wife was rapidly dressing in her uniform.

 

“Matsumoto, beloved, you don't have to leave. I believe you,” I said as I embraced her, ignoring her resistance. She was not allowed to leave and I was still angry with her, but I wanted her more than desiring a fight. The bed was there, we were there, and we should take the time to use it. I was removing her uniform as fast as she was donning it stripping off the shirt she nearly had fastened. Every time she tried to dress I prevented her, meaning to keep her naked.

 

“Let me go, Captain,” she started to say but I stopped her words with my mouth. Stubbornly she kept her lips firmly pressed together as I tried to slip my tongue between them and my hand slid between her thighs, stroking her, feeling the moisture that was there, waiting for me. She was ready for me, I could feel it, but she pulled away from me. “I will not have sex with you after that accusation. You don't own me, Captain.”

 

Her defiance enraged me. “I do fucking own you. I fucked you, I claimed you, I married you, I saved you more than once; I own you body and soul. You are mine.” When would she learn that simple truth? I pulled her close and buried my face in her hair while licking her neck. I felt her tense against me and I remembered the first time we had fought this viciously and I straightened, staring into her eyes. “I won't bite you, but I want you. You want me too; I could feel it when I had my hand between your legs.”

 

She jerked out of my grasp again. “Let go of me. I'm not staying with a man who does not trust me. This marriage is over.”

 

Those four words undid me. Picking her up, I flung her onto the bed and holding her down by the throat, I quickly freed my cock and pushed her legs apart, getting between them. I was going to take what was mine. “There is no point in fighting against destiny. After tonight I assure you that you will never forget me or be free of me and you will, under no circumstances, be able to tell anyone.”

 

I expected her to fight back, but her eyes went wide, her face blank and she didn't struggle, becoming oddly still. I looked at her and saw tears were trickling down her cheeks as she whimpered in fear. Then it struck me what I'd done. Of all the shitty, ill-advised things I'd done, this would have to be one of the worst. I lay beside her and gathered her into my arms, gently cradling her against me. I didn't say anything because any apology I made would not be enough.

 

“I hate you,” she wept.

 

“Yeah. I hate me too,” I replied. Fuck, I detested emotion. It made everything so frigging complicated. I despised Aizen.

 

“I want to leave,” she protested, not even struggling in my embrace.

 

I let her go. “I won't stop you.” There was no point trying to prevent her.

 

She lay there crying, not leaving; just crying as if her heart was broken. It hurt me to hear it and I got up, straightened my clothes and left the room, wandering into the kitchen, wondering what the hell I could do. She always seemed so strong and I kept forgetting how fragile she was under the surface. I hated this; it was all going wrong. I broke a few plates, but didn't feel any better so I hit the wall with my fist until the wall started to crack but that didn't help either. Hurting her always ended up hurting me.

 

I could still hear her whimpering sobs and drawn to her, I went back into the room, sat on the bed and gently drew her into my lap, holding her loosely in my arms. Her head rested on my chest as the sobs shook her body. She didn't resist; her body was strangely flaccid in my grasp.

 

“Crap, I'm sorry. Don't leave me, I don't want to be alone,” I said sincerely. If she left then it would be over and I didn't want that. I wiped at the tears that were slowing slightly and pushed her hair off her beautiful face. “I'll do anything you ask, just stay.”

 

We sat like that for a few minutes, while I fought my need to hold her as close as possible. Every moment I expected her to get to her feet and leave, and I wondered why she hadn't. I pressed my lips to her brow, wishing it had worked out differently.

 

She lifted her face and kissed me so sweetly. I didn't want the kiss. It tasted of salt, sorrow and farewell.

 

“You're leaving, aren't you,” It was a statement. I knew it was true. After this she would never trust me again.

 

She said nothing, leaning into me, but strangely distant. I was holding her but she wasn't there. Her introspection shut me out as completely as if she had left the room.

 

“You're going aren't you?” I wanted her answer while I didn't want to know she would ever leave me. Her absence would return me to that existence I'd had before. Screwing a woman for a few days, not knowing about her, not wanting to know. Sex, but without the pleasure of fucking someone who wanted me as much as I wanted them. I wouldn't wake up to feel her warm body curled against mine, her head resting on my chest. Involuntarily my arms tightened around her, desperate to keep her.

 

“No. I won't leave,” the words seemed to be wrung from her. She moved as forcefully as a tempest, pushing me on my back, kissing me passionately as her hands unfastened my clothes. “You are going to fuck me, now. Take the pain away, make me realise you love me, only me. I want you to take away the memory of that time.” Her hand having found my cock was now intent on rousing me as she ran her nails over it lightly and it stiffened despite my best efforts.

 

I shut my eyes, and said what I had to say. “I can't.”

 

“What?” I understood the disbelief in her voice. I had trouble trusting those words.

 

“I can't take away the memory and I can't change the past. All I can do is love you in the present and I don't want to fuck you after I hurt you like that. I made you remember.” It was nearly bloody impossible to say that. I wanted to fuck her, my body strained toward her with yearning, but I had to say the words.

 

“You will. You have to,” she wailed, stroking me with desperation and, of course, my cock responded. “Zaraki, I need you so much.”

 

“No you don't. You can get over this by yourself,” saying these things to her was making me uncomfortable. “You have to want me for myself, not what I can do for you.” I sounded like a fucking jerk. I could imagine Yumichika saying these words with style, but out of my mouth they jarred on the ear, like a bad joke.

 

She kissed me ardently, her tongue exploring my mouth, seeking out the places she knew got to me. It was getting impossible not to just give in and do what she wanted. I wanted to do it as much. I pulled away from her, not believing I was doing this, but I had to.

 

“I think I better go. Maybe you should go and see Retsu and have a break from me.” Why the heck was I saying this? I didn't want to be separated from her for days or even hours.

 

She grabbed my hands and forced them to touch her breasts. She cupped her hands around mine as I held them, marvelling once again how the feel of them made it impossible to refuse her anything.

 

“Fuck me, Zaraki,” her throaty voice implored me. “I want you to make love to me. You want me.”

 

What could I do? I stood and stripped as fast as I could and then lay on my back, not touching her, compelling her to take the lead.

 

She got astride me; her legs on either side of my shoulders, her sex hovered over my mouth. “Tongue me,” she said urgently.

 

Gently I put my hands on her hips and pulled her down so I could explore her with my tongue. Once she was in easy reach I dropped my hands using them to expose her sex to my tongue and mouth. The only other contact was controlled by her. I could taste her so strongly, her musky smell familiar, arousing me and mixed with the smell and taste of my come. I'd always liked that taste and the reaction I got from her as I tongued her. At first I licked around her labia, exploring the folds, experiencing her savour, noticing her increasing juices.

 

“More,” she demanded.

 

Fervently I pushed my tongue into her, spearing her over and over again as she rocked her hips above me, fucking my tongue. Her groan wound me up, as did her taste.

 

“You were going to just use me, weren't you?” she demanded, her voice broken with panting, coloured with passion.

 

“Yeah,” I admitted, just moving my mouth slightly from what I was doing.

 

“I'm using you. I'm taking what I want from you,” her breathing was harsh. As her taste and smell overcame me, my cock was twitching. I hadn't known that getting her so horny would actually get me close to coming.

 

She was now so wet, I could feel her juices smearing my face as I avidly lapped her. I didn't care, I would keep doing this as long as she wanted but I wanted to touch her, stroke her, fuck her with my dick, not just my tongue. I began to lick her clit, slowly, slipping my tongue over it and she moaned.

 

“So good, but I want your penis inside me. I'm going to fuck you and you will lie there and let me,” she told me. I could only sigh and hope that meant she was going to mount me soon.

 

Sliding down my body, her hips were now over my dick and her face was bending over mine. Her hand grasped my shaft and she eased the head inside. Wanting her badly, I had to stop my automatic upward thrust. My teeth clamped firmly together as tried to ignore my natural reactions and I urged my cock not to spurt as soon as I got inside.

 

Her eyes closed, she pushed down on me hard until I was fully inside her. Her heat and moisture were now around my cock and I wanted to groan, to bite, to screw her until we both came, but instead I remained still as instructed. It was the way it had to be.

 

“Kiss me,” she demanded and I obeyed, tasting the sweetness of her mouth after the savoury secretions from her other lips. She did not make it easy for me to, using her pointed tongue to lick mine. While she did this her cunt engulfed me, but she remained still, concentrating on the kiss. The sweet torment was difficult to resist.

 

“I'm pleased to see you so obedient,” she said and then with a sudden frenzy began fucking me. She'd never been so fast or so avid and my hands grasped at the sheets in an effort not to grab her and push her on her back so I could take charge. Her hand was against my throat, just resting there, not holding me down. I had to let her remain in charge, much as I wanted to take over. It felt amazing; her rapid moves onto me, up, down, the muscles of her cunt working on me as she got more excited.

 

I never got tired of watching her body move as she fucked me. The way her breasts undulated, the curve of her stomach, the way she tossed her hair, how her eyes seemed to get darker and her lips parted to show the glint of her teeth and a hint of her tongue. Watching was good, but the feeling was even better.

 

“Fuck me, you bastard,” she yelled, her voice as frenzied as her movements. I loved it when she was out of control, but this was one step further than normal. “Stop just lying there. Show me that this is two way, not solo.”

 

I didn't have a bloody idea what was going on in her mind, but relieved at the consent I began to time my thrusts to meet hers wanting her to come. Her arousal was increasing and she became more urgent. My cock was tingling as my balls tightened even further.

 

“Touch me,” she ordered. Her face was flushed; her eyes heavy and her nipples seemed to be begging for my attention. I pinched them gently between my fingers and she gasped as her cunt began to throb around my cock. As her orgasm overtook her I couldn't hold off mine and we came together, she was shrieking my name, and I yelled as I felt the rush of pleasure overcome me.

 

A few minutes passed as we both regained our senses.

 

“Forget it, Matsumoto. I'm not playing that game again. I don't care what half arsed psychological ideas Iemura comes up with to try to get you to change the past in your mind. I don't want to hear you crying like that again and I don't want to pretend that I'm going to rape you. The whole thing was too fucking real. I thought you were going to leave me and then having to recite those stupid, bloody words about not wanting you, was nearly damn well impossible.”

 

She curled against me, her head resting on my chest, her leg across my thigh as she stroked my cock, rousing me again. “It's a new technique he's been researching and he only suggested it because I keep having those nightmares about Aizen. The sex was amazing, though. I think it's working. You stopped like he told you to and then came back just to hold me. You followed the script and let me be in complete charge. If I could stop having those dreams it would make it so much easier.”

 

I hugged her tighter. “I hated saying those bloody words that Aizen used before he raped you. Only a prick would say something like that. You were supposed to fight back woman. That was the whole point of this. Instead you just froze on me and then cried. I thought I'd hurt you badly. At least you remembered the other part, pretending to use me. Did Retsu agree to this treatment?” I kissed her gently on the lips, just feeling the pressure of her mouth against mine.

 

“I didn't ask her as she was really busy. Iemura said that I might freak and that's why he told you what to do. It was cathartic though. When you came back and just held me it was like I'd been released and then I felt I could initiate sex, take control, and rewrite some of it. You enjoyed it.”

 

I lay there, pleased to feel her in my arms and reflected. She was right, the sex had been amazing, I'd never seen her lose control like that before, but it felt wrong. Getting there had hurt her too much. “Anything else; I'll agree to anything: screwing you in front of the old man, letting you tie me up if you want, even cutting back the number of fucks per day, but we won't be doing that again. I'll cut my dick off before I'd rape you. And did you have to take those photo's to enrage me?”

 

“You had to be angry; otherwise you'd never have gone through with it. I told you it was Yachiru's idea. You may want to be careful, beloved husband. I understand that a nude photo of you is also required and I'm not in favour of it, but I can't say anything. Please be careful,” her mouth was on my neck and she licked the scar as she often did, knowing the effect it had on me.

 

“Oh fuck, Matsumoto. How do you want me this time?” This time we could fuck without sticking to a script and I was so fucking horny. The last screw had only made me crave her more.

 

“Inside me, Zaraki. Anyway you want, I just want you.”

 

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A.N.

 

Okay, here's the deal. I might update this, depending on two things. Reviews and inspiration. Both chapters of Obsidian and Alabaster have been set in motion by random ideas generated by pictures of some kind. Maybe a fan art would inspire me. (Heheheh). Check out the fan art for Different Circumstances by banryuu http://www.mediaminer.org/fanart/view.php?id=196474&sub mit=View. I like it.

 

The sentence “I fucked you, I claimed you etc,” was cribbed (taken) from Bastion. Hey, Bastion, you can have it back if you want.

 

And I know Iemura's suggestion is probably crap, but so are a lot of methods used to overcome trauma and only someone desperate would ask his advice. Poor Matsumoto.

 

Soundtrack:

Whenever Zaraki is in the story there's always the background of `Superpredators' by Massive Attack

`Sex and Violence' endorphin

`Mea Culpa' Enigma

`All Mine' Portishead

 

Review. I like reviews.