Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Obsidian and Alabaster ❯ Dirty Linen ( Chapter 5 )

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

 

Dirty Linen

 

This was taking too freaking long, as usual. I hated hanging around another Division waiting for something to happen. It always took longer than I was prepared to wait, which meant wasting time while other people bustled around importantly, pretending to be busy. Busy, my arse.

 

The idiots were spending time gossiping and doing pretend work because none of them had a fucking idea how to do anything without faffing around. The shortest journey might be from point A to point B, but these people didn't seem aware of that. They all seemed to have trouble remembering where point A was and questioning whether point B existed. What was Retsu thinking, allowing these fools to waste time? Their voices jarred on my ears and I felt like telling them to shut the fuck up and get on with whatever they were meant to be doing.

 

“She won't be long. You could sit down,” a passing nurse assured me and I snarled. She gulped and backed away very quickly as I bared my teeth at her, not bothering to hide my frustration at being left here. Even after she hit the wall the nurse tried to back away even further, and looked worried that the wall wouldn't give. Spurred on by her fear and stupidity I sidled closer, invading her personal space until she threw up her hands, shrieked and ran from me.

 

After that, I noticed that no one was making eye contact with me. Most tried to sneak past as I stubbornly stood in the middle of the hallway. Iemura blanched when he saw me and quickly retraced his steps not daring to turn his back to me but evading any eye contact. Coward. He'd avoided me often recently. Yachiru had laughed when I mentioned it to her. It was good to see her little face alive with amusement.

 

“He's hiding from everyone in our Division Ken-chan,” she told me. “Not that he ever wanted to spend much time with any of us, but he's become a little more nervous. I think it might be because you threw him out the window and maybe a few other things.” She giggled and stuffed her mouth full of her favourite sweet.

 

I grimaced at the memory. I'd forgotten the incident almost as soon as it happened. The fool had annoyed me and I'd simply chosen the quickest way to remove him. Retsu had scolded me, as had Matsumoto, but there was no way in hell I was going to apologise to the guy. What were a few broken bones? He was in 4th Division; he could heal himself. I yawned and stretched, feeling the muscles ripple along my back. I needed a work out, or some sex. Preferably sex, then a fight.

 

“Kenpachi, you can come in now,” Retsu had opened the door to her office and beckoned me to enter.

 

“I don't know why you sent me out of the room,” I told her shortly as I sat as close as I could to Matsumoto. “She's my wife and I want to know what's going on.”

 

“You know very well why I sent you out,” Retsu replied tartly. “Remember Iemura? He was checking Ran to see if there were any problems and you injured him. I had to ask for assistance to heal him quickly so he could return to his duties. The poor man has had a lot to bear in the past few weeks.”

 

I sighed angrily, the breath hissing out of my mouth at yet another reminder. “I've told you, Retsu, he touched her, on the stomach. No man touches my wife, if you can call that excuse for a Shinigami, a man. And he gave us that stupid advice. I did what he said and I made her cry. I hurt her and she almost left me!”

 

“I didn't leave you. Beloved Zaraki, in the first place Iemura was trying to help me recover from a trauma and when you threw him out the window he was checking the development of our baby. He had to touch me,” Matsumoto said evenly. I could tell she was trying to hide the smile on her face as she gained further evidence of my overprotective attitude.

 

I scowled at my wife who looked more beautiful than I had ever seen her. Every day when I woke, holding her in my arms I kept wondering if she'd grown more beautiful during the night. She might look tired, but it didn't change the way I saw her. I didn't tell her, of course. She knew how I felt and didn't need to hear the words. “He didn't have to look like he was enjoying it,” was my response. “He was smiling.”

 

“It wasn't a smile. It was a rictus grin. From terror. He's always been scared of you and you were glaring at him all the time. When you came here and bellowed at him about making me cry he nearly lost control of his bladder. Now, be nice,” Matsumoto placed her hand on mine.

 

“Hmmm. Whatever. Anyway, I wouldn't throw you out the window if you touched her, Retsu. I trust you,” I told the 4th Division Captain. I didn't want to listen to my wife excuse Iemura. I just wanted to take her soft hand and place it where I needed it most.

 

Retsu smiled at my wife but spoke to me. “But if I touch you, your wife might give me a lesson in aerodynamics. It might hurt my child.” She patted her stomach complacently.

 

I raised my eyebrow. “Why would you need to touch me? I'm not sick. Anyway, Matsumoto likes you too much to do that.”

 

“No one touches you, Zaraki! I'll permit Yachiru, but any other female will have to face me,” while her face remained calm, the threat in my wife's voice was convincing. I didn't doubt that she would, but a smug grin crossed my face at the vehemence in her tone. Although I knew she loved me, it was nice that she was a little possessive. “But, for you, Retsu I might make an exception, as long as I wasn't sent out of the room.”

 

The women smiled at each other, sharing one of their damned female jokes. They were laughing about me and my jealous nature, but what did I care?

 

“Are you all right beloved? Are there any problems?” I tried to hide the concern in my tone. Knowing what she had experienced made me fear for her and our child but she seemed to be okay.

 

“I'm fine, Zaraki,” her eyes shone as she smiled at me, and her hand tightened on mine.

 

“That's not quite true, Ran. You're too tired,” Retsu turned to me and gave me a stern look. “It's good that you've arranged a break for your wife, but I must emphasise again, let her rest. As your medical adviser I insist that you limit your sexual congress.”

 

Hearing these words made me frown heavily. “What! I've got to limit the number of times I fuck my wife? How many times a day? Five? Six?”

 

I didn't know what Retsu's problem was. She coloured brightly as her eyes widened. “Limit….six…What are you saying Captain? Do you inflict your attentions on your wife more than six times a day?”

 

“If we have the day off. Why? Do you think it's too few?” I asked innocently. From her reaction I knew that wasn't what she meant.

 

Matsumoto slapped my hand lightly. “Stop teasing our friend Zaraki! You're not being fair. Just because you're insatiable doesn't mean everyone else is.”

 

I grabbed the hand that slapped me and held it tightly. I wasn't insatiable. I just liked having sex with her as often as possible.

 

Retsu had regained her composure. “In the interests of the health of your wife and baby, you should limit yourself to twice a day, at the very most.”

 

I could not prevent my jaw from dropping. Twice a day? Two fucks a day? That was only a warm up and I didn't think I'd like that at all.

 

“While I know you're trying to provide the best advice you can, Retsu, I don't think it will work,” the sincerity was credible and I grinned at my wife. She liked sex as much as I did. “Zaraki doesn't cope well on rationed sex. If he doesn't… I mean, if we don't, urrr…” she ran out of words and then looked around the room as if trying to find some way to explain.

 

“I get irritable if I don't fuck her regularly. You should remember that from Las Noches.” Stating the case as bluntly as I could seemed the best course. Irritable was a word, but it didn't explain how fighting was the only thing that controlled my needs. I had always had a high sex drive, but since the first time I'd had Matsumoto, the need to fuck her seemed to increase each time I had her. Remembering how often I'd jacked off when she went to the human world after we'd finally got together made me more determined to fuck her. Looking at her I was starting to feel the need, again.

 

“And it like it; very much. I don't want to stop,” Matsumoto was gazing sincerely at Retsu as she spoke and then she glanced at me and smiled; a slow sultry smile. Even though her speech was low, I knew she meant it. As I reward for standing up for me, I'd take her as soon as I could, make her come multiple times as she screamed my name. Licking my lips in anticipation, I noticed Retsu regarding me, a wry smile on her face. “He followed your advice and we didn't have sex for two days,” Matsumoto raised her eyes and stared hard at Retsu. “I thought he'd found someone else! I was going crazy!”

 

Retsu laughed. She laughed so hard, she had to close her eyes and tears seeped out the corners. We watched her laugh and I smiled a little at the absurd belief my wife had just voiced. Calming down she cast an amused look at my wife and said, “A few minutes ago you admitted that you would not permit any other woman to touch him. Now you're saying that you thought he was seeing someone else?”

 

“I'm pregnant; I'm allowed to have strange ideas. What was I supposed to think?” Matsumoto replied, while I noticed that she didn't seem certain.

 

“As the good captain seems unable to keep his hands, or his gaze, off you, I don't imagine you have anything to worry about, but that is not what we are discussing. While you are on leave I expect you to rest, eat, sleep and relax. That is the main objective of the time away from here.” There was no doubt she meant what she said.

 

“As it's our substitute honeymoon, I'm not cutting back on the screwing,” I announced. “Our last honeymoon was interrupted too many times.”

 

I expected Retsu to argue with us both, and waited for the words, explanations and advice concerning health. Her eyes went dark as she was obviously remembering that time and the complications that followed. She said nothing and just shook her head.

 

“Is Matsumoto healthy?” I demanded. Returning to the starting point I decided to establish where the problems existed.

 

“Yes, she's been eating regularly and the baby is developing well. It's very large, surprisingly so. If I didn't know better I'd think…” Retsu broke off after receiving a warning look from my wife.

 

`“What's that about? A large baby? Of course it'll be big, it's my kid,” I thought. Later Matsumoto would tell me what she was trying to keep secret. I'd make her tell me by the usual method. Kiss her that special way.

 

“When she returns, like all of us, she will have to reduce the number of hours she works. I've told her Captain and now I'm telling you,” the gentleness of Retsu's voice didn't fool me for a moment. The warning was clear, but I'd treat her warning as I considered all warnings: ignore it completely. Warnings were just that.

 

“Good. Less work, more time for me.” I felt that was compensation and if she was at home more often, maybe I'd be in my office less often.

 

“More time for your wife to rest,” Retsu told me pointedly. “It's not all about you.”

 

“Can we go now?” I'd learnt all I was going to and I wanted to get moving. There was that nagging need to have my wife within the next few minutes. Even though I could run fast, I didn't think we'd get anywhere secure enough to have sex soon enough. Then I looked at my wife and remembered something she'd said. Something about a linen room in 4th Division.

 

Matsumoto caught my glance. A puzzled look crossed her face. This time she obviously didn't know what I was thinking, but that meant I could surprise her. I liked surprising her, but I had to find out where the bloody room was.

 

“Yes, you may go,” Retsu said, resignation in her voice. “Have a nice holiday. I wish I could have a holiday before my baby is born.”

 

“Tell the Captain-General he owes you one,” I told her, not really paying attention. “How long's it been since you had any time off?”

 

Bewilderment covered her face. “I don't remember, except that day we went to the beach. I don't think I've ever had a holiday longer than a day.”

 

“There's your problem,” I smiled at my friend. “Even Fong's had a holiday.”

 

My wife interrupted. “That wasn't a holiday,” she reminded me.

 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” It wasn't important. We were still here talking about other people when I wanted to see what was so good about this linen room. “See you Retsu.”

 

“What are you wearing to the wedding?” The question came from out of the blue and I wondered why the hell Retsu had asked me, but she'd asked my wife. What was it with women and clothes? And I wanted out of here.

 

“I thought I'd buy something in the human world,” my wife said. “Did you want me to look for something for you?”

 

Why was she offering? Couldn't she tell I wanted to leave, now? I grabbed her hand and tugged her to her feet, a bit too forcefully.

 

“Kenpachi Zaraki. Use a little less force than that! Your wife is not a sack of rice that can be hauled around,” Retsu warned. She was writing quickly on a piece of paper which she handed to my wife. “Here's my size and a few things I'd like. I want something special and I can't find it here. Ask Yoruichi to help you choose. I always did like her taste in clothes.”

 

I was stunned. Did that mean that Retsu was going to wear some skin tight pants and shirt to a wedding? Weird. I didn't think she'd go for that sort of thing but it would certainly draw attention.

 

“Some of the kimonos she wore were truly beautiful,” Retsu breathed with admiration. “The colours, the textures and the patterns. I always wondered where she got those silks and brocades. The way they felt when the cloth accidentally brushed against my skin made other fabric seem harsh and coarse.” Her voice was heavy with a longing for the material. I'd never thought she acted like most women, but now she was proving she had her flaws.

 

“Enough,” I growled. This was a waste of time when I could be screwing. “See you later.”

 

My hand was opening the door when my wife said, “Take care Retsu. Make sure that man takes good care of you. I'll bring you back the most beautiful kimono I can find.”

 

I didn't bother listening to the reply. Men, women, relationships. Urgh. The amount of bloody romance going on was sickening. It was a damn good reason to get away and get my woman alone. I wanted sex, not to spend time gazing into her eyes and saying stupid things about love and forever. Even my senior officers were carrying on like they'd forgotten their bloody training. I'd caught Ikkaku trying to hide a bunch of flowers one day. He looked like an idiot holding them, a goofy smile in his face.

 

I stopped after we got out the door and bent down to whisper in my wife's ear. “Where's the linen room?”

 

A nurse stopped, looked at me and then rapidly moved off. Maybe she'd overheard, but that wasn't my problem.

 

“Linen room? Why do you want to know…Oh.” It was obvious she was getting the idea as she looked up at me. “But what about the honeymoon? The human world?”

 

“Yeah, we'll go, later. Right now, beloved, I'm horny.” I pressed against her and she smiled up at me as she recognised the truth of my claim.

 

“And you can't wait?” she guessed.

 

Who ever said the woman was slow? She led me into another hallway. The door she indicated was like all the other doors and I tried the handle. It wouldn't move. A bit of pressure and it turned in my hand with a cracking sound.

 

“Zaraki, did you break the lock?” A look of admiration in her eyes made me flex my muscles a little to impress her further.

 

“I don't know. Does it matter?” I pushed the door open and followed her into the room.

 

I hardly spared a glance at the room, turned and shut the door. The handle fell off and I cursed, uncertain if that meant we were locked in. For a second I thought about trying to open the door, but I felt a pair of arms embrace me and then I didn't give a damn about the fucking door.

 

“Why are we here?” my wife breathed at me as she hugged me. Her hands slid from my chest down further.

 

Why was she asking the question? She knew the answer already. To keep her sweet I decided to indulge her. “You seemed interested in the place. Thought you might want to see it,” I said. “We don't have to do anything, if you don't want.”

 

By this time I'd turned around, undone her sash and pulled her shirt apart. I missed the days when I ripped her clothes off. That had been much faster but she'd mentioned that she'd received a number of reprimands about waste when she requisitioned new uniforms. Bloody cheap skate Shinigami. What were a few uniforms?

 

She'd already removed my eye patch and thrown it over her shoulder. That was often an indication that she wasn't averse to the idea of a fuck. That and her hands were busy undoing my shirt. “No, we don't have to do anything, Zaraki. We don't have to do anything at except you have to make love to me in the next five minutes. It's a pity this room is too small for a tango lesson.”

 

Just hearing her say that made my cock swell even larger. That lesson had paid off big time for me. The sex has been amazing and she'd been hot and eager all night. She'd been the one to keep me awake, demanding I prove again that I wasn't interested in anyone else. When she finally fell asleep, her head on my chest, where it belonged, I wondered if she'd insist on more lessons. I wasn't sure if the dancing or the jealousy had fuelled her lust.

 

Her hands were tugging at my sash and she swiftly slid her hand inside, grasping me within her soft but calloused palm. My cock jerked against the contact and I groaned with pleasure as she began to stroke me.

 

“You like it when I touch you, don't you Zaraki,” she murmured and my hand slid onto her skin.

 

It wasn't good enough. I hated not having the access I wanted. `Undo the bloody things, or I'll rip them,” I told her.

 

And she did, almost immediately, but it meant she stopped touching me which was not the good part of the plan, but when the fabric slid down her legs my hand quickly moulded itself to her sex. It was her turn to groan as I clumsily undid the fastening holding up my pants with one hand. As soon as I was free her hands were on me again.

 

There we were, a married couple, expecting our first child, groping each other impatiently in a linen room with a broken lock, but I didn't care. She was slick under my fingers and she was parting her legs further, opening up to me as her hand busily encircled the base of my cock, tugging on the skin and caressing my balls.

 

“Now, Zaraki, please now.” She was panting and I could see her breasts rising and falling with the urgency of her breathing.

 

“What, no foreplay?” I questioned. Kissing the top of her shoulder I wanted her mouth to meet mine, feel her sweet nipples responding to my tongue.

 

“No time,” she said her voice becoming even huskier. Pushing me against the wall she tried to climb my body using the shelves behind me to gain the purchase she needed. It didn't work very well and while she grabbed my shoulders hard, trying to haul her body up further she began to slip.

 

I grabbed her and held her close against me, but I didn't want her against the wall, not this time. It might be considered as tiring her out and I didn't want any more grief from any other bloody person who thought they could interfere with my life.

 

It was then I noticed something unusual about the floor of the linen room. There seemed a sort of mat rolled against the wall. Using my foot, as I was holding her in my arms, I kicked at in and it unrolled.

 

“This room is popular for good reason,” I said and immediately placed my wife on the mattress where I joined her.

 

Before I could move further she was on top of me, rubbing her breasts against my chest as she nipped at me neck with her teeth. Her hands left my shoulders and were stroking me.

 

“It's like that, is it beloved?”

 

“Shhh, Zaraki. Someone might hear us and come and investigate,” she told me. “And then I won't be able to do this.”

 

Moving astride me she grabbed my cock and rubbed it between her legs, over her clit and let it barely touch her wet cunt. She was repaying my favour of the night we spent in the human world but this time she was driving me out of my mind with lust. I tried to thrust up but she moved away and chided me.

 

“Tsk, tsk, Zaraki. Are you hot and bothered, beloved husband? This is good too.” She smiled at me and wriggled slightly as I tried to hold her and she slid down out of my reach and began to tickle the soles of my feet. I hated the feeling and almost let out a roar of displeasure. Instead I grunted angrily.

 

One minute she was desperate for me and now she was playing games? I couldn't work her out sometimes. While I liked the constant surprises, I really wanted the sex. I reached down and pulled her up so we was lying flat on top and me and then I rolled until I was above her, lying between her legs.

 

“Oooh, Zaraki. I love it when you're masterful,” she said. I wondered if she was going to giggle and tried to work out what the hell she was thinking. She seemed to be going through every mood and the result was she was holding out on me. “Don't you like it when I touch your feet? What if you had roared and some one walked in, finding us like this. What would they say about the 11th Division Captain and his lustful wife?” She still seemed on the verge of giggling and while it was nice to see her happy, it didn't seem right.

 

“Who do you expect to walk in?” I asked. “Iemura?” I added, naming the person I was least concerned about interrupting us.

 

Her reaction to my question was unexpected. She did giggle. Her hands released me and the lust seemed to flee her face as she giggled and breasts jiggling from the jerky breaths she was taking. The loss of her touch was unwelcome but the giggles were infuriating.

 

Confused, I moved onto my side and supporting my head on my arm I looked at her questioningly. She was giggling slightly and I waited for her to finish. I didn't feel like fucking her when she was giggling. That would be distracting and I was sure I wouldn't enjoy it and nor would she. My cock was starting to ache and I shifted slightly and it grazed her leg. I didn't say anything, waiting for some sign of what she wanted.

 

At length she stopped. She hiccuped a few times and a guilty look swept over her face. Covering her eyes with her hand she said, “I'm sorry.”

 

She was sorry. Great. That really helped but I didn't know why she was sorry and what she'd do to make it up to me. While I knew how she could do so, in the mood she was in I wasn't sure what she'd do next.

 

“I didn't mean to giggle,” she said quietly. “I want you, but I thought of how you threw Iemura out the window and then I wondered if he'd ever met anyone here and then you mentioned him…” she began to giggle again.

 

I was shocked and to be honest slightly hurt. She'd been thinking about another man when I she was naked with me and the man, if you could call him that, was Iemura. My erection vanished in a second and I stood, pulling my clothing together. I'd hoped she'd thought only of me but now I was finding out the truth. Fuck the truth. I didn't like it.

 

“Shit! You're thinking about that limp cocksucker while you're with me,” I hadn't meant to say anything, but she had to work it out eventually.

 

Instantly she was on her feet, hugging me, her naked breasts pressing into my chest as she entwined her arms around my neck pulling my face down level to hers. “Not like that Zaraki. I had a momentary flash of him falling over his own feet after what Retsu told me.” Her voice was low and soft and her breasts always felt good when they were naked. Her erect nipples were pressing into my chest through my shirt.

 

I looked into her eyes. “Why were you talking about that idiot? I thought you'd be discussing babies and women's stuff.”

 

She gnawed on her bottom lip as if she was trying to decide if she would tell me something. I let my hands slide down her until I was cupping her firm arse in my hands. My cock was stirring to life but I was concerned she might start giggling again. “I'll tell you,” she said and then gnawed her lip again, “But I might start giggling again. I'm not giggling about you, but being here makes it difficult.”

 

“Why's that?” I asked. I'd dropped my mouth to her collar bone as was lightly drawing her flesh into my mouth and sucking it, wanting to taste her. She arched against me for a second but then answered.

 

“Iemura's become slightly obsessed with the linen room,” she said and kissed my cheek. “He apparently heard some rumours and Retsu told me he's walked in on a few people in here recently, even when the door was locked. He must have had a key made, but Retsu hasn't found it yet. Don't you remember Ikkaku complaining about the man interrupting him at a critical point?”

 

“Yeah, but I didn't ask him about it. I thought he might have been trying a new attack or something.” I'd over heard my 3rd seat moaning on at the 5th seat a day or so ago about Iemura. I hadn't paid much attention as I'd been feeling deprived at the time. I'd been trying not to fuck my wife because everyone was telling me how tired she was and didn't want to hear other people grumble. “Yumichika was complaining about something similar.” I'd forgotten that.

 

My wife chuckled and I loved the way it pushed her body against mine. Maybe giggling might not be so bad. “Well, apparently they'd both been in here at different times when Iemura walked in. Retsu has since told him that he's now banned from the linen room because of the number of items they had to launder to remove his blood. He's even more afraid of 11th Division than ever before. The door is kept locked to prevent people from using it for assignations.”

 

As she spoke pictures began to form in my mind. Iemura wandering to find varied couples in here fucking and then getting beaten up for his interference. That guy seemed to attract trouble. I laughed and looking up into my face she laughed with me while loosening my clothes again. “That sad bastard better not walk in on us or I'll not only give him flying lessons, I might teach him to sing in a higher pitch,” I told her before I kissed her.

 

She nodded, a thoughtful look on her face.

 

“Don't even consider thinking about anyone else while we're here,” I told her. We were now lying down again and I'd arranged her the way I wanted her to be.

 

“Maybe this isn't a good idea,” she said softly with a trace of regret and resignation in her voice. “I don't want anyone to walk in…”

 

I kissed her and then said, “It got you even hotter when you thought people might see us making out in the human world,” I reminded her.

 

“We didn't know any of them except for that perverted shopkeeper. But remember when Ikkaku overheard us,” she reminded me, the sheepish look indicating how embarrassing she still found that memory.

 

I opened my mouth to reassure her, but it seemed pointless. Too often in the past there had been an audience, whether actively watching or at least aware that we were screwing each other. She liked privacy.

 

“At the hotel we can use a Do Not Disturb Sign,” she said wistfully. “We don't have one here. I don't want to be disturbed. Not now.” She was touching my cheek with gentle fingers and I knew I had to indulge her, this time.

 

Sighing I got to my feet and did up my clothes and regretfully helped her replace hers, though my fingers lingered on her skin. I bent down to kiss her, holding her tight. I'd carry her home, fast, have her, fling a few things into a bag and start the honeymoon. The way I was feeling seven days wouldn't be enough.

 

The door handle rattled and then fell to the floor as the door was pushed open.

 

“Stay there, Iemura. I'll get the clean sheets. I'm directing you to stay outside. Remember the last time you disobeyed my command?” It was Retsu's voice, calm but with a hint of steel under the words. It was evident that her subordinate was causing her some concern.

 

As soon as she saw us, I heard her gasp and then laugh. “11th Division and 10th Division again. At least you have your clothes on.”

 

“Just wanted to see the room, Retsu. We have, so we'll be leaving,” I said. And cradling my wife tenderly in my arms, I ran as fast as I could home, glad we were fully dressed and had been standing when Retsu had opened the door. I think I may have knocked Iemura over on the way out, but I couldn't be sure. I recalled my elbow glancing off something, making a crunching sound as it did so. My elbow felt fine, so it must have been him.

 

Before I shut and locked the door to my quarters, I placed the Do Not Disturb Sign on the door.

 

“I thought you'd left Captain,” Yumichika said appearing at my elbow, just as I fixed the last corner.

 

“I have. You're having a hallucination,” I shot back. Couldn't he tell I wasn't interested in talking to him? The man probably could tell, but didn't care as long as he got what he wanted.

 

“Before you go, I need you to sign this requisition,” he said thrusting a piece of paper and a pen in my hands. “You don't have to read it,” he said swiftly.

 

Something in his tone alerted me. He was trying too hard to appear casual and I quickly glanced at the words. The scheming bastard had written an order for a holiday for himself and one companion. I laughed as I crumpled the order in my hand, breaking the pen at the same time.

 

“But Captain,” he protested, fluttering his eyelashes at me.

 

“But nothing. You can wait until I return and then ask properly. Sneaky bugger, trying to get me to sign this when you thought I was distracted. Why don't you do something to shock me while I'm away, like doing your fucking work and maybe I'll think about it?”

 

I ignored his words and went into my quarters shutting the door firmly behind me. Once the door was secured, I turned into the room, expecting to meet my wife in the bedroom. Instead a welcome sight met my eyes. A lush, naked woman was stretched out on the floor, her arms reaching for me. She'd grabbed the sheet I kept in the room and the cushions and made a comfortable make shift bed reminiscent of the one in the linen room. After stripping as speedily as I could without shredding my clothes I joined her only to have her encourage me to lie on my back.

 

Once again she moved astride me, but instead of any fore play she immediately urged me inside her. There was no hint of giggling as she pushed her hips down on mine, her tongue showing between her teeth in concentration. Her eyelids slid halfway shut in pleasure and she remained immobile for a few seconds as her hands rested on my shoulders. The heat of her, the slippery feel of her around me made me want to move, but I at the same time, I wanted to savour our joining.

 

She began to move up but I placed my hands firmly on her thighs and held her so she was fully impaled on my cock. I wanted to feel how tightly her cunt gripped me and watch as her eyes got darker and the pupils dilated. She struggled, just a little, which made her breasts bounce slightly, drawing my attention to them and then her bottom lip protruded slightly.

 

“I'm pouting, Zaraki,” she told me in case I hadn't noticed.

 

I growled just slightly before I answered. “Why are you pouting, Matsumoto? Don't you like feeling my cock inside you?”

 

She leant down and kissed me lingeringly on my mouth. “I do, but I want to move.”

 

I made a pretence of thinking about it while I felt her get hotter and wetter the longer I held her in place. A little jiggle brought her no movement and she placed her hands over mine, trying to shift them. It didn't work, nor did trying to slide her fingers under mine. Holding her in place I began to thrust upwards slightly but as I was so deeply inside her, the friction generated was very limited and she rolled her eyes at me. Releasing my hand she tried to slip her fingers between us to touch her clit but I was expecting this and tilted her slightly forward so the angle was wrong. It also brought her breasts close to my face. I licked her nipples lightly and then blew on them watching them contract under the warm air.

 

“Why do you want to torment me like this,” her moan was almost a whimper of despair. “I want you…”

 

“You've got me,” I told her, allowing a little movement and thrusting deep within her. She gasped and quickly began to ride me as much as she could.

 

“You should see yourself, beloved. Your eyes look at me with such a wild longing and your skin quivers as I touch you. This is why I do it. You work yourself up with such yearning and I want to see you stare at me with that hunger in your eyes,” I groaned as she continued to fuck me.

 

While it was great when she was on top, I recalled that she needed to rest. I eased her down and took the top position. All the extra movement made our bodies slither touching each other, rubbing my chest against hers, our legs entwining and my hands touching as much as I could while I encouraged her to move into the position I wanted. Each pressure of flesh pushing onto overheated flesh caused her to emit little moans as she moved against me.

 

“Why do you have to be on top?” she asked plaintively as I spread her legs wide and began to take her hard, sinking into her as she eagerly met me.

 

I stopped to catch my breath before I answered her. “You're supposed to rest. How can you rest when you have to do all the work?”

 

“Liar,” she told me as I began kissing her neck and I felt her tighten. “Must you always be in charge?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

She moaned and writhed under me as I continued to drive my body into hers. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders and her eyes were closed in pleasure as her breath grew more ragged. I move slightly, changing the angle, just a little, that extra inch that she liked. The effect was immediate and she clutched me tightly as she screamed my name.

 

As she came, her body closing around me, she clasped her arms around me as if scared I would leave her. Her hands stroked and soothed and in response to her enthusiasm I spilled inside her.

 

Mindful of her condition, once I'd finished, I moved to one side and stroked her breasts. She'd pleased me once more.

 

She continued to lay there, her eyes shut and her breathing slowing down. Her hair spilled over her shoulders and I idly picked up a strand and began to play with it, teasing her nipples with the ends, moistening the end of the hair with my tongue and then ticking her breasts with the pointed end.

 

“That feels nice,” she sighed and opened her eyes to look at me. “We have to pack.”

 

“Mmmm. I suppose so. Or we could just get changed and buy whatever we need when we get there.” Packing was boring.

 

She smiled at me; her eyes no longer half shut and delight sparkling in their depths. “We can go shopping?” The excitement in her voice warned me that I'd possibly made a dangerous promise. But what the hell? How much money would Matsumoto want to spend?

 

“Yeah, sure,” I said and lazily tried to pull her close to kiss her. I found I was only clutching empty air as my wife was racing into our bedroom.

 

“I'll only pack a few things,” she called to me. “Please get dressed beloved husband. I want to start our honeymoon.”

 

“I thought we already had,” I said, a feeling of concern spreading over me. I'd only now remembered some story Hitsugaya had told me about my wife and shopping. My only hope was he'd been exaggerating.

 

A.N.

 

There, chapter 5. Chapter 6 might be a little quicker to be released, but it depends. My leisure time has been seized by work.

 

Happy Birthday, Kashima. This is for you.

 

Soundtrack

`Burnin'/Too Long' Daft Punk

`Am I Not Sweet' Natural Born Hippies

`Here' 39 Vybes

 

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