Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Obsidian and Alabaster ❯ Fuji Therapy 1 ( Chapter 9 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Tite Kubo owns Bleach and the characters depicted therein. The characters in this story are not mine, mostly.
Fuji Therapy 1
Sometimes my cock got me into more trouble than I liked. Yeah, the sex had been great and worth any promise made. It always was when Matsumoto was assured that she was the most important person in my life, which she was.
If that question about the number of lovers ever came up again, I'd kiss her and keep kissing her until she'd forgotten she'd asked it. Hell, I might not know much about women but even I could tell that the question was dangerous.
Sure I knew how many lovers she'd had, and I only counted two, aside from me, but I was much more than a lover. A rapist is not a lover or even a sexual partner. Any rapist is just a violent misogynist who's bad at sex and wants to spoil it for everyone else. I wanted to ask about the size of Aizen's dick, 'cause I was certain he was tiny and decided to hide the fact by either raping any woman he found attractive in a way that she'd hope he was small, or taking the virginity of gullible simpering females who looked on him as if he were one step away from being a deity. How could I ask her? The answer to that question was I couldn't. Any mention of Aizen and even after all this time she'd recoil and shut down slightly.
Yeah, I'd seen him naked when I'd saved her from the prick Ichimaru and him, but my attention had been solely on my wife. No matter how much I tried, all I could recall were images that made me angry and wish I could kill the guy over and over again, but that wasn't happening.
I jerked my mind away from the thoughts as I shifted in the leather seat where Matsumoto had instructed me to sit while we waited in the lobby of the hotel. Waiting for some bloody tour director to pick us up and take us on a fucking tour of Mt Fuji. I'd seen the thing from the window of the hotel. Why did I need to get closer to it? There were large protrusions in my room that I wanted to get close to, but what chance would I have during the day?
My wife sat opposite me, smiling and speaking softly to the woman sitting next to her. I looked down at the coat I was wearing under protest and again fought the urge to rip off the sticker attached there. It made me feel like a frigging tourist.
I was a frigging tourist.
At least I'd won the argument to make it a day tour only. Matsumoto had begged me, her eyes wide and her lips pouting slightly as she made her request before we booked the tour. We were in bed and I was resting on my back after a torrid session of seeing who could delay coming the longest. It had been a tie.
"We can stay overnight in a hotel with an onsen," she'd said plaintively.
Hot springs might be nice. "I'd like having you in hot springs," I said.
She blushed slightly and shook her head. "They're segregated."
"I don't care if I don't get to see Westerners in the baths," I replied. I only wanted to see her in the bath and then the thought of men seeing my naked wife made me experience a small twinge of jealousy.
Giggling she replied, "I mean men and women use different pools."
My interest in the onsen fell to zero. "No." At least no strange men would be staring at my wife, but I wouldn't get to either.
"But, Zaraki..."
"No. I'm not sitting in hot water with a bunch of naked men. I like my baths private, unless I'm with you." I grinned at the memory of our first encounter and the many others since then that involved bathing and Matsumoto.
"I want to bathe in hot springs." She snuggled up close to me and her arms encircled my neck. It felt good and I felt my resolve weaken.
"You're pregnant. It's a bad idea." The answer made me proud. It was inspired and she'd have trouble arguing with me. "Retsu warned you about baths that were too hot."
I'd made sure I tested all the baths she'd had, by getting in with her. Sure, it made the baths longer and we splashed the water around, but so what? We got clean, in the end.
Her hand stroked my chest. It felt good, but it was obvious she was working up to something. "Keep touching me, but we are not going to an onsen. You'll have to wait until a time when you're not pregnant and I find a private one that we can share."
"You're not being fair, Zaraki! We're here now and might not get a chance to come back," I heard a faint trace of tears in her voice. Was I in for another hormonal induced outburst?
"There's an onsen in Soul Society. I'll take you there, rent the whole place out for a day," I improvised hastily. There had to be hot springs in the place somewhere, otherwise it wasn't 'Heaven'. If there wasn't one already, I'd make my Division dig around until they found a frigging hot spring. Might give them something to do aside from drinking, fighting and telling each other exaggerated stories about how they'd fought the Arrancar and won each battle. Some of the stories were ludicrous.
The bath house was fine and the new bath she'd had placed in our quarters hadn't had enough use, but I anticipated many 'hot' baths with my wife, most of the heat being generated between us, not the temperature of the water.
"Promise. Do you promise me Zaraki?"
Her eyes were gazing at me and I found I was babbling anything to keep that soft and arousing gaze fixed on me.
"Hell, we'll come back here when the baby's born if you want. Get a nurse or something to take care of the kid while we bathe and eat and enjoy each other." Even as I said it I knew it was a mistake. Yet, it might be nice to have a break. Retsu had talked to me about after the birth explaining we might not get a lot of sleep and Matsumoto might become exhausted if I didn't make certain she rested. But if we came back, what other promises might she get from me? Another tour? I repressed a shudder.
The biggest downer about having a baby was there might be a few days where we couldn't fuck. After these months I'd gotten used to having sex nearly any time I got aroused and having to spend a few days with the only relief being my right hand wasn't making me super happy. Or even happy. I tried not to think about it because it was depressing.
My single life had been periods of great sexual activity when I finally hooked up with someone who didn't have their legs glued together and enjoyed sex, or periods where I tried to ignore my urges, without any luck. Now I was used to regular great sex and didn't want to miss out on any opportunity.
These thoughts led to the inevitable consequences and happy with my promises, my wife happily consented to riding me hard while I watched her breasts move and her heat enfold me. Immediately after she caught her breathe, when we'd finished, she made the call and booked the tour.
Now I was stuck here, committed to spending at least 10 hours with people I didn't know and might never see again. I'd make sure I'd never see any of them again. We'd have nothing in common with any of them. Glancing over at my wife, a face I recognised appeared over her shoulder. What was Ichigo doing here staring at my wife's breasts? A pre emptive rush of anger flowed through my veins as I scanned the room and then it flared higher. I didn't mind Ichigo too much if he'd give me a battle, but then I saw the Quincy and a few other faces I recognised but didn't want to see.
This couldn't be happening! Did they think this was a class trip or something? Shouldn't they all be in school, or studying, or working or anywhere but here? If this was happening, I wasn't going. I'd go back to the room and catch up on some of the sleep I'd miss.
"Hello, Captain Zaraki! I'm so pleased to see you again. How is Yachiru?"
It had to be the red head, didn't it? The girl who ate Ichigo with her eyes. Even as she greeted me, her eyes slid in his direction. She'd hooked up with someone else, but was still obsessed with the guy who centred all his attention on someone else. I checked but couldn't see the unlucky person who was Ichigo's love interest, thank whatever deity was in fashion, or listening. No one had brought their current lover, except me.
"I was so excited when I overheard Mr Urahara tell Mr Tessai you were going on this trip. I thought it would be fun if we all go since it's been so long since we've seen you..." her voice faltered as I let the control of my reiatsu slip only to be graced with a displeased look from Matsumoto.
I braced my legs, getting ready to stand. I'd go back to the room, lock the door and ignore any phone calls or messages until the following day.
"We're all here? Thank you for arriving so promptly. Now, I'll just check your names...." A small well dressed woman with carefully styled hair carrying a clip board was talking to me. Distracted as I'd been I hadn't noticed her until now. "Are you Mr Zaraki? Where is Mrs Zaraki?
Matsumoto as Mrs Zaraki. Hearing that tickled me. She was still Matsumoto but my wife. "Over there," I said briefly and turned, preparing to get away, quickly, before anything else happened.
A warm hand rested on mine. "Where are you going, beloved?"
"I'm staying here," she had to know sooner or later. I looked at her steadily, daring her to try to change my mind.
"It's a pity Zaraki." The sides of her lips turned down, indicating her disappointment but there was no indication she was going to cry.
This time I'd walk away. We'd sort it out later.
Then she rose as tall as she could and whispered in my ear, "I was hoping to find out if we could sneak away from everyone and pleasure each other amongst the beauties of nature."
Saliva collected quickly in my mouth. She was suggesting sex; outdoor sex with her. The suggestion bypassed my brain and went immediately to my groin and I found I was passively holding her hand and walking out of the lobby of the hotel into the waiting bus.
"We have a few more stops to make to pick up some more people," the woman who's spoken to me earlier explained, the crackle of the microphone was sharp and woke me from the daze. Now I was on the frigging bus surrounded by Ichigo's playgroup and other people I didn't know or recognise.
I looked at my wife who was wearing a pleased smile. We were on a tour with a bunch of people we knew. How were we going to get away from them and fuck? The simpering Ichigo adorer would probably follow and then ask what we were doing, though she should damn well know. She'd be getting a regular workout, or so I assumed, but hell, I hadn't asked. The guy she was with might be taking it slow, but it wasn't any of my business. Other peoples' sex lives didn't interest me. Why take vicarious pleasure in what other people were doing? I'd rather do it myself and enjoy every minute.
"Don't frown so much, Zaraki. You don't want everyone to think you're angry," was the quiet advice she uttered when she glanced in my direction.
"Got it in one," I told her. "I am angry. This is meant to be our honeymoon and not a gawkfest for the schoolkids."
"You'll enjoy it. Think, Mt Fuji!"
"So what? A mountain? Big bloody deal," I was going to continue harping on about how unimportant it was to me when she gently rested her hand on mine.
"Don't be rude, Zaraki. Mt Fuji is a symbol to many people and they might not like to hear your ideas."
"Too bad."
She leant across and whispered in my ear, "Fucking on Mt Fuji. Does that interest you?"
I got hard immediately as she probably knew I would. "Yeah, but how long are will we be there?"
Her face fell slightly. "Not too long. We will have to be quick."
A quickie? While I tried to remind myself a fuck was a fuck and some of the quickies I'd had with her had been memorable, I had been enjoying the extended sessions in the hotel. Then I remembered the quickie in the lingerie shop and decided not to complain. She'd been so hot for me and I for her that the sex had been great.
"How long is the bus trip?" I asked having a feeling of foreboding. The mountain might be visible from Tokyo, but looked distant.
"Over an hour," she said quietly.
Sitting on a bus next to a woman who's every breath made me want to take her to bed and I was expected to just look at the scenery. Tentatively I rested my hand on her thigh and then moved it close to where I knew heat would be radiating but her hand quickly interceded. "Not on the bus, Zaraki. People might see."
I remembered another few occasions when she'd said the same thing and I'd managed to change her mind, but the set look on her face indicated she wouldn't change her mind or give me a chance to change her mind.
No escape: an hour on a bus and no fondling. I decided sleep might be an option and leant back in the seat and closed my eyes. It wasn't comfortable. The seats were small and the leg room was limited, but I kept my eyes shut. She was sitting next to me which was something, but not enough.
The bus stopped and I opened my eyes, wondering if I'd fallen asleep and slept through the trip. No such luck. Another hotel, another horde of tourists another garbled announcement about what was happening and then some of the words filtered through.
"This isn't the tour bus?" If it wasn't the tour bus, why were we on it?
Matsumoto bit her lip and looked unhappy. "This bus takes us to the central bus station for the tour company and we catch the bus from there," she said keeping her voice low.
"Why?" It seemed asinine to me. Travelling from hotel to hotel in Tokyo to pick up tourists, take them to another place and then put them on another bus. It made no fucking sense.
"I don't know," she said, her voice even lower.
"We get there; get on the bus and go?" May as well make it as clear as possible.
She hesitated and then shook her head. How much worse was this going to be? Did we catch a train to where the bus was?
"We have to wait until 9.00am for the tour to start."
Looking at my watch I noticed it was about 20 past 8.00. "You mean we might have to hang around a freaking bus station for half an hour? Why the fuck did they pick us up so early if we have to piss away half an hour waiting?"
"I don't know," Matsumoto said again. She seemed unhappy with my line of questioning. "I don't think it's sensible either."
I sighed loudly. It was early in a long day and Matsumoto was becoming upset. It was possible she'd become annoyed or cry and with no scope for sex or intimacy in the confines of the bus, any word I said might set off either reaction.
Half an hour. An idea glimmered at the back of my mind. It was a public place, but there might be private areas. I'd scout around and see if there was any likely place where we could while away half an hour exploring.
Taking her hand in mine I announced, "I don't like it, but it's too bad. Don't cry, beloved. I'm not angry with you."
The look she gave me indicated that I'd acted in time but hadn't gauged her reaction properly. Her eyes did not hold tears, but an indication she was annoyed. The smile I quickly gave her made the anger fade somewhat, but not enough.
"Please collect all your belongings and leave nothing on the bus," the small woman at the front of the bus said and then gave a list of instructions about lining up to get a sticker and receipt.
Was it possible to make the procedure even more complicated? Unconsciously I growled, wondering if this was a way to punish any person dumb enough to spend money on a tour.
'Please don't Zaraki," Matsumoto whispered to me. "It won't take long."
On entering the bus station, her words were proven wrong. People were everywhere, lining up, buying drinks from vending machines, sitting in chairs, conversing on those damn bits of plastic they hold to their faces and think they look cool. Fuck all of them.
Instead of obediently following my wife to line up I walked around seeing if there was any place that could be classed as private. Of course there wasn't, not even a dark corner or any place that was unobserved and clearing out the men's room so I could have sex with her didn't seem like a good idea. I considered the matter seriously, but realised that these humans might decide to get their peace keepers involved.
Irritated, I walked to a vending machine and stood there, not certain I wanted a drink. It was an excuse. I randomly pushed some buttons and ended up with some weird soy malt stuff that tasted like crap. Looking around I finally spied my wife's hair and wandered over, ready to make amends.
"I have the sticker for you Zaraki," were her words, but her face showed her displeasure.
"I'm already wearing a sticker, wife," was my reply.
"Take that one off and put this one on," she said, the command not even slightly disguised.
Only a few hours into the day and we were getting ready for a fight. Got to love tours and how they spread joy amongst all the participants.
"Fine." Rather than start the argument now, I obediently followed instructions and put on the sticker. "Do you want this?" I added holding up the drink.
"I haven't seen that before," she said, looking at it curiously.
"OOoohhhhh. I really like that drink," a voice squealed.
Great. Ichigo and his little pals had found us. The day was now definitely going downhill.
"Do you?" Matsumoto took a sip of the drink and made a face. Obviously she wasn't particularly impressed either. "It's different," was her comment.
A dark haired girl I hadn't noticed until now poked Ichigo's number one fan in the shoulder. "Different? It's disgusting. Orihime, one day you'll realise you have terrible taste, in most things."
She gave Ichigo a sharp look and quickly turned her face aside. As I looked at her I gained a vague recollection I'd seen her before in Soul Society when she was visiting someone. Interesting. So she was human and a friend of Ichigo's. That explained some of the things that had been bugging me.
"Captain Zaraki. How are you?" The tall friend of Ichigo's addressed me. Chad. Yeah, he'd been at my birthday party and we'd talked briefly. Ikkaku had told me he was a reasonable fighter and was developing considerable strength. Looking at him it was interesting to estimate if he'd be a challenge to fight. Not the same kind as Hitsugaya or Ichigo, but probably had a fighting style which was new to me. One day I might try him out. The Quincy nodded to me and I nodded in reply. Fighting him didn't interest me unless he got rid of the bow and fought me up close and personal. He didn't seem to have the physical strength to pose much entertainment, but I had nothing else against him, except he was on this tour.
"Have you viewed Mt Fuji before, Captain?" the Quincy asked.
"From the hotel window," was my answer. Did he think I made a habit of going on tours?
"It is very interesting. Once I accompanied my grandfather on a similar tour," he continued.
"Yeah, great." Was he going to tell me his whole life story while he was at it?
"I was very young at the time, but he spent the previous week explaining the significance of Mt Fuji."
Sounded like a load of laughs, not. At least Matsumoto had spent the most of the previous week sharing pleasure with me. The memory of some of those days made me hard, but also made me look with affectionate, unbridled lust toward my wife. We were making love on this tour somehow. I didn't care when or if people were watching.
"Have you visited the Imperial Palace while here? Toured Akhibara? Which temples do you plan to see?"
The kid's voice interrupted my fantasy. More touring? Visiting temples? I decided to make it clear to him what was going on. "It's a honeymoon. Why explore a temple when I can explore my wife?"
I'd thought about saying something about constant fucking, but decided not to shock him too much. It was amusing to see his face turn bright red and his eyes slid to the ground. "You've been married for months," he said, "and your wife is pregnant," wasn't said but hung in the air.
A quiet voice said, "The Winter War is over now and we have time to enjoy the peace and relax. Captain Zaraki married during the early stages of the war."
His words made me wonder how much he knew about the events in Soul Society. The look he gave me indicated he knew about the problems we'd faced within days of our marriage, but he was too sensible to mention them. Obviously the Quincy didn't know as much because he looked blank and then shrugged.
"Sex is extremely enjoyable, but there is so much to see and do in Tokyo. You can have sex at anytime, but Tokyo is not your usual habitat." There was little evidence of pleasure in his voice.
Sex is extremely enjoyable? You can have sex at anytime? I laughed as images of the guy saying this to any woman he slept with and the expression on her face. Who had he ended up with? For the moment I remembered a flash of dark hair and white skin of the person he was involved with. I pitied the woman if he was this enthusiastic about sex. Enjoyable. Like a visit to a museum.
"Why are you talking about sex, Ishida? Did you finally get some?" Ichigo chose that moment to join in the conversation. He had a stupid grin on his face evidently enjoying some memories of his own.
"I fail to see it is any of your concern, Kurosaki. My personal life is er, personal."
Seeing that they were prepared to taunt each other a bit longer I grew bored and walked over to my wife who was talking with Ichigo's female friends. "Can we go back to the hotel now? I've taken a tour of the bus station and it's not interesting."
"Oh, but it's time to get on the bus Mr, I mean Captain Zaraki. You don't want to miss out of the black eggs? I'm longing to try one. And I want a puzzle box."
"I want a puzzle box too, Zaraki," my wife told me with a familiar smile on her face.
"You can't have any black eggs. Bad for the baby."
I wasn't sure this was true, but I'd heard those things were disgusting. If she wanted a puzzle box, that was fine with me. The other thing was I'd make sure that anything Ichigo's fan girl wanted or ate was forbidden to my wife. If she didn't like it, I'd buy her chocolate, or ice-cream, or anything else.
"Choose how many puzzle boxes you like, beloved, but only eat food I say you can."
She pouted, drawing my attention to her mouth. As I began to lower my head to kiss her, Orihime pulled at my sleeve. She dared to touch me? Would Matsumoto flatten her for her mistake?
"We have to get on the bus now or it will leave without us."
There was my solution.
"Fine with me."
"Zaraki, a promise was made." My wife's eyes gleamed as she looked at me and once more I was swayed.
"Okay. You win. There was a promise you made to me."
Her cheeks flushed and from the rapidly spreading pink colour it seemed she remembered. Clearing her throat gently she said, "We can discuss it later."
Hand in hand we walked to the bus. I wanted to carry her, feel her hair against my face and the weight and warmth of her body in my arms. Earlier that morning she'd explained it might be a bad idea and only to do so if she hurt her ankle or needed any help.
Sex. I wanted sex. Or touching or kissing, something and I got to hold her hand. Fucking bloody marvellous.
"This is our seat", she told me and it was enough to make me groan. We were in the first seats of the bus! Any fondling was out of the question as we had no privacy. Even worse the Quincy and Ichigo's fan girl were sitting behind us.
Sitting, I tried stretching out my legs and had to acknowledge that I might have more leg room, but the privacy was more important.
"I'm sleeping," I told Matsumoto.
She simply nodded and turned to talk to her friend.
Closing my eyes I heard her say, "Orihime, it's been too long. Why don't you visit us when you're in Soul Society?"
"I ask Yachiru where you are and she usually tells me you're busy and then she asks me to play hide and seek or another game with her."
I grinned at that. Yachiru liked playing with Orihime and as the girl believed any lie she was told, it was easy to manipulate her into playing for as long as Yachiru wanted.
The shudder as the bus pulled to a halt woke me. Glancing at my watch I saw an hour had passed. With any luck we'd arrived at Mt. Fuji and then we could hang around and return to the hotel.
"We have a 15 minute break," an older woman standing at the front of the bus announced. Her voice was familiar and I realised I'd been hearing her speak while I slept. Whatever she'd said probably wasn't important.
"Where are we?" I asked my wife.
"The Mt Fuji Information Centre."
"Why?"
"It's part of the tour. There's a view, a gift shop, a film..."
Instead of letting her continue I grabbed her by the hand and exited the bus as fast as possible. 15 minutes wasn't long, but it might be enough. A taste.
My eyes scanned the place. Nothing seemed private. In an open car park with a building.
"Ran, do you want to visit the souvenir shop...."
"Come with me," I said grabbing my wife's hand and moving quickly to the one thing that might give us the needed privacy.
"Zaraki, I don't need to go to the toilet, and this is one for disabled people," Matsumoto said, attempting to tug her hand away.
"You're pregnant," I said as I opened the door and pulled her inside, locking the door firmly behind us.
"Pregnancy is not a disability," she said.
If she was going to argue I'd kiss her, so I did. Kissed her and quickly pulled up the skirt she was wearing. I'd suggested the skirt when she was dressing. What I didn't know was she wasn't wearing any underwear.
I groaned as my fingers found out that particular piece of information.
"No foreplay?"
"No time," I said urgently my cock urging me to penetrate her as soon as possible.
"I like foreplay," she protested.
"It's either foreplay or sex and I don't want to sit on a fucking bus for another hour with a stiff cock." My hands had quickly undone my pants and I was pushing her against the wall and up as I eased between her thighs, pulling them on either side of my hips. With one quick thrust I was inside her and using the wall to hold her steady, one hand travelled to her shirt and undid the buttons. She wasn't wearing a bra either.
"Wife, why aren't you wearing any underwear? Not that I'm complaining..."
I bent my head and drew a nipple into my mouth while my hips continued to thrust into her. It felt so good I didn't want to stop.
"Because...." she managed and then sighed, her voice shivering under the sigh.
I stopped licking her nipple for a moment and prompted her. "Because?" then thrust into her again and shut my eyes to let the god feeling wash over me.
"You said you were going to fuck me. I wanted to be ready," she gasped.
As a reward for her honesty, I nipped at her breast lightly and sped up my thrusts. Quickie or not, this was good. Her moans were bouncing off the tiled walls of the bathroom, making me hotter and harder and more determined to make her come.
"Zaraki. Harder. Harder..." she demanded. Ever obliging I followed her orders and pushed into her harder, forcing her tightly against the wall.
My balls were tightening as her heat increased and her moans began to morph into screams.
"Zaraki! Zaraki!" The screamed words were accompanied with a long shudder and the feeling of her channel tightening around me, milking my come from me.
I came with a shout and eyes tightly shut. I wanted to keep staring at her face, but the orgasm was too intense. My eyes rolled back and my knees almost gave out due to the pleasure, so I leant into her deeper using her as a support.
Very gradually her eyes opened and the satisfied smile on her mouth was mirrored by the expression in her eyes.
"Pleased with the tour now, beloved?" she asked.
"Only this part. Can we go back to the hotel now?"
I withdrew reluctantly and adjusted my clothes.
"Who the fuck is knocking at the door?" I only noticed now the noise being produced by insistent rapping.
"The tour bus is about to leave. Ran, you'll be left behind." Ichigo called.
Before I could utter a response, my wife said, "We'll be there in a minute."
"We have to?"
"Yes, Zaraki. A promise is a promise."
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A.N.
It's true. Every tour I took in Tokyo I ended up being picked up from the hotel and taken to the bus station to wait about half an hour for the tour to start. Why it is done that way I don't know but it isn't an efficient use of time and resources.
Here's the thing. I er, apologise for the delays in updates. Yeah, I don't normally. Family problems escalated to a point where they got out of control. Maybe we have a solution, maybe not. At the same time I started studying again. Life bites and stress makes it hard to concentrate.
Also, on YouTube under the username Orionshadows there is a music video of 'What You Will' by Dreaming Genies which was used as a soundtrack for Kiss and Control. As the searching I did via Google didn't show version of the song, I decided to make an MV of it in case anyone was interested.
Soundtrack
'Run Away (I Wanna Be With You) Nivea
'Bus to Beelzebub' Soul Coughing
'OhYeah' Yello
'Love Shack' The B52's
Thanks Bastion and Ekaterina1313 for the reviews.
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