Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Regret, Frustration, and Lust ❯ One-Shot

Regret, Frustration, and Lust

 

Written by namek_kaia

 

 

Disclaimer: All Bleach characters belong to Tite Kubo. I just like to play with them. ;)

 

 

Author's Note: Hi! Before you read, I just thought you should know that I like to be a bit authentic with my fics, so I tend to use some Japanese terms when I can, especially with the shinigami uniforms. So, for your reference:

 

Waraji - sandals

Kimono - shirt

Hakama - pants

Koi - lover

 

If you want, more information about the uniforms can be found here.

 

Also, as a warning, this fic has adult situations. So, flee kiddies, FLEE!!

2nd warning - this take place AFTER the Soul Society arc, so if you haven't watched till then, MAJOR SPOILERS

 

 

 

 

Yumichika wandered the passageways of Seireitei absent-mindedly, toeing any loose pebble on the ground as he walked. On any other day under any other occasion, the fact that his big toe stuck out over the edge of his waraji would drive him insane. It was unsightly, and most definitely not beautiful.

 

But what did beauty matter at a time like this?

 

Aizen… Gin… and even Tousen. They were all gone. And for what? What reason could they possibly have for betraying the Gotei 13, slaughtering the Central 46, and even staging Kuchiki-chan's execution to get some Hougyo- something-or-other?

 

It wasn't really the betrayal that hurt him; it was the manipulation. Because of Aizen and his stupid plans, and because Tousen was in on it, he was forced to fight Tousen's fukutaichou. Not that they didn't spar… in other ways. But he was forced to decide between his feelings for Hisagi and the way of Division 11.

 

Of course, his feelings won out, but it wasn't like it was an easy choice. Division 11 members had fighting in their veins. In battle, you always have to have intent to kill. So, the only option to salvage both his relationship and his reputation was to use Fuji Kujaku's true abilities and hope that no one would see him using it. If anyone else in his squad saw him using a kidou-styled attack, they would think his fighting skills were ugly. At the very least they would hate him and at the worst his taichou would ban him from the Division.

 

Yet despite not having to kill his opponent and no one seeing his attack, the situation turned out horribly. Hisagi was mad at him… hadn't so much as talked or looked at him since that day.

 

Everything was ruined, and it was all because of that stupid Aizen. Anger rose in him and he realized he didn't need to be sulking or thinking. He needed to be somewhere destroying things.

 

He was about to jump to the rooftops and shunpou his way to the outer regions of Rukongai for some venting when a strong grip caught his arm and pulled him into an alley. Walls rushed past his line of vision as he was spun once - maybe twice; it was hard to tell. His back slammed against the wall and the breath rushed out of his lungs.

 

Then, before his eyes could focus, lips pressed roughly against his in a kiss that burned with wild, unabated need. Only one person had lips this full and kissed like that.

 

Warmth from another's body encompassed him permeated his skin, fueling the warmth that was already flooding him from within. Thoughts about some Aizen person were forgotten in a mere matter of moments.

 

But his lack of breath was not, and he had to pull away from those soft lips were so magically manipulating his.

 

He panted and gasped the air that so suddenly smelled like the musk of a man. His eyes opened to the most gorgeous sight he had seen in days. Those piercing eyes, the jagged scars, the tattoo… and the number 69.

 

“Hisagi no koi-”

 

“Shut up,” was the harsh answer that Yumichika got before lips came crashing down onto his. A tongue forced its way into his mouth, but he accepted it eagerly, opening his mouth wide for the deepened kiss. Yumichika's tongue ran along Hisagi's briefly before returning so he could suck at its tip. He could tell by his lover's eagerness that dueling with his tongue was just going to get them nowhere fast. And after everything that had happened, he really needed to get there… fast. He was already painfully hard, and by the feel of the hot erection that was pressed against his thigh, so was Hisagi.

 

He shifted their intertwined legs so that their hips met and their erections met. With a grunt, Hisagi ground the bulges against each other - sensations of solid heat wrapped in layers of clothes.

 

Their clothes were still on. A fact that dawned on both of them and one they quickly amended. Sashes were untied and pooled on the ground around their feet. Swift hands loosened kimonos from one another's broad shoulders and hung from where their hakamas were tied.

 

Yumichika paused at the sight of Hisagi's bare chest. Shapely pectorals flowed exquisitely into defined abs. His eyes ventured lower, seeing from memory the lower abdomen that v-ed into that glorious length than he never wanted to stop touching… tasting… feeling to the core of his very being. That cock was the source of the most outrageous pleasure, and he nearly trembled with anticipation.

 

He bent forward as his arms wrapped around Hisagi's waist and closed his mouth on a nipple, sucking gently and then flicking the nub with his tongue. He heard a pleasured sigh escape his lover's mouth just before he was pushed back against the wall.

 

“Stop it. There's no time for that,” Hisagi said against his lover's lips, his voice low and thick with need. His tongue darted out to brush against soft lips before his mouth lowered to kiss and suck at Yumichika's neck as his hands went to work loosening the ties of both their hakamas.

 

“But Hisagi-kun, I'm not… I'm not ready.”

 

“Shhhh,” he soothed against a hardened nipple before kissing it then moving lower. “You will be.”

 

Under Hisagi's ministrations, his hakama slowly joined the pool of clothes around their feet just as he finished untying Yumichika's. He held the bunching material at the sides and kissed whatever skin was revealed by its slow decent. The hips in his hands began to squirm with his warm breath flowed across the erection as it was freed.

 

The smaller man whimpered as he continued to squirm, desperately needing attention. “You're taking your sweet time for someone who said we had none,” he ground out.

 

“Fine,” came a voice from near his groin. Then without warning, a warm tongue slid up his cock and he looked down just in time to see it disappear into Hisagi's mouth. The sight alone was nearly enough to make come. The sensation nearly did.

 

Pleasure invaded every sense and he tried not to thrust his hips, keeping his back arched against the wall. He moaned and grunted with every stroke of the hot mouth that enveloped him. His breath caught as a hand softly cupped his sack, the other stretching up to caress his stomach, his chest, his neck until finally two fingers pressed against his mouth.

 

Yumichika smiled and drew Hisagi's middle and fourth finger into his mouth. For a while their mouths mimicked one another - one doing to fingers what the other was doing with a cock. Yumichika was sure to coat the fingers well, using his tongue to lick in between them, under them, all around them. When he was satisfied, he nipped the end of them to tell his lover that he was ready to go on.

 

He felt Hisagi's slicked fingers work their way into his entrance and it was almost too much. His hands rose from his sides and into his own hair. He pulled, bunched and fisted it without a care as to how it would look later. It was about to be messed up eventually anyways. Hisagi would see to that - he always did.

 

Hips rocked in a rhythm to match Hisagi's movements. He rode those darting fingers and thrust forward into that welcoming mouth, all the while still digging his nails into his own scalp, his chest, down his stomach until his fingers were in Hisagi's hair. He looked down at his lover to see his brow contracting and relaxing, as if concentration and instinct were fighting within him.

 

Yumichika lifted his eyes to the sky and imagined how they must look to whoever might come by. One man deep in the throws of passion. A second man servicing the other's cock while his own pressed against his stomach, dripping with precum from lack of attention. His mouth watered at the thought of precum and the mental picture of the entire scene.

 

And that's when the rain started. At first a trickle and then a downpour. Yumichika barely noticed at first, but before long, he looked down and both of them were soaked. Hisagi's damp hair, the droplets tumbling down his toned skin, and yet he seemed not to notice, still working the cock in and out of his mouth.

 

It was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

 

“Fuck… Hisagi if you don't stop, I'm… I'm going to…”

 

With a final stroke, Hisagi took the cock in his mouth as far as it would go, and held it, reveling in Yumichika's crazed moan. He removed his fingers and stood, wanting to rub their cocks together but not daring to. He wouldn't let his lover come… not yet. He kissed the smaller man, and soon felt a strong hand grip his neglected erection and pump it rigorously.

 

Hisagi braced himself against the wall and buried his face into Yumichika's wet hair. He couldn't help but thrust hard into that hand. He couldn't help the animalistic grunts and groans that escaped his mouth either.

 

“It's a good thing it's raining,” he said.

 

“Why?”

 

“Because I can't wait long enough to get the oil I brought.”

 

As he was lifted from the ground, Yumichika felt touched that Hisagi paid attention to him enough to know he liked to use those special scented oils instead of some sticky lube. But the thought was short-lived and vanished altogether when he felt Hisagi position himself at his entrance. The sensation of penetration shot lighting through his veins.

 

He slowly sank onto his lover's cock. The stretching of his insides hurt, but he didn't care. He reveled in the pain and it fueled his arousal.

 

“Hisagi-kun!!” he squeaked when the thrusts began, long and hard.

 

“Shut up, baka. As much as I want to hear you scream, I'd rather not have an audience.” He silenced him further with a kiss and Yumichika's moans were muffled against his mouth.

 

Despite his back being pressed almost painfully into the stone wall, Yumichika tried to rock his hips along with Hisagi's thrusts, but the range of motion was small. He tried to stay still but couldn't. The waves of pleasure were too much too fast.

 

Shuuhei Hisagi was not one to keep his lover from what he wanted, especially when the small little movements of those hips were driving him insane, as if the tight wall of flesh surrounding his cock wasn't enough. If Yumichika wanted to give him more, he would certainly let him. So he lifted him from the wall and turned them so that his own back was against it, then slid them both slowly to the ground.

 

Without missing a beat, Yumichika braced his hands on the floor, arched his back, and rode Hisagi's cock hard, making the both release strangled moans.

“God, Yumichika!” Hisagi barked, not able to keep his voice down. No one could have, not with the way Yumichika was rising and falling over him, his own erection bouncing freely in the rain. But Hisagi was completely taken aback. Yumichika was riding him harder and faster than usual. It had never felt this good. Seeing his lover's usual calm face screwed into an expression with raw pleasure, the rain falling on him as he moved, his drenched hair half-falling in his face.

 

Pleasure floored him, and he was ready to climax. He couldn't wait anymore. He reached out and caught Yumichika's bouncing cock and pumped it hard and fast in sync with the sensations flowing over his own hardness. He watched his lover arch even more and moan his pleasure to the sky.

 

“nnn! Hisa~gi!! Hisagi! Hisagi~!”

 

“I know. Just come already! Fuck… Yumichika.”

 

All in one blissful moment, they both came. Yumichika felt the hot gush of seed within him as his own spurted forward and landed on Hisagi's chest. Eyes half-lidded and breath heaving, he lowered his mouth, tasting sweat, come and rain at the same time. It was wonderful. It was perfect. It was all he could ever want.

 

He loved Hisagi. And as he rested his head against a heaving chest, he realized he would have to tell him so… one day.

 

As his heart rate and breathing turned to normal, regret settled within Hisagi. He was spent. Yumichika was spent. They and their only set of clothes were soaked through, and nothing had been settled. Not a real word had been spoken between them.

 

This wasn't at all how it was supposed to go at all.

 

He reached for their clothes and lifted Yumichika off of him. He stood and carried the smaller man in his arms.

 

“Where are we going?” he asked sleepily.

 

“Somewhere where we can talk,” Hisagi answered and shunpou'd them back to the division 9 private quarters… stark naked.

 

Yumichika briefly opened his eyes when his back touched cool, soft sheets and reopened them moments later when he felt the caress of soft cloth against his skin. The man he loved was ever-so-carefully drying him off. He leaned back on his elbows and watched, biting his lip as the clothed brushed across his groin.

 

“Mmmm… Hisagi-kun's going to make me hard again.”

 

“Good,” the tattooed fukutaichou said as he grinned, purposely lingering at Yumichika's groin. Then, as if he changed his mind, his expression changed to a more serious one, and he continued upward with the towel.

 

“What's with you? Why'd you bring me here? Not that I mind… it's just… we don't usually do this sort of thing afterward. I thought we kinda agreed-”

 

Hisagi rose suddenly and sat himself next to Yumichika on the massive bed, reaching over with the towel to dry the other man's hair, who leaned into the touch but still looked as if expecting an answer.

 

“Hisagi.”

 

The towel stopped and he looked away.

 

“I… Yumichika, I… need you.”

 

Yumichika perked up. “Already?”

 

“Not like that!” He paused, but forced himself to continue when he saw his lover's smile fade. “I'm just… I'm glad that you don't hate me.”

 

“Hate you?! Why-”

 

“I tried to kill you! Because you were in my… you were in Tousen's way. I just blindly followed him. For a second, I think I actually wanted to kill you for going against him. And then…”

 

“You didn't know. You were just doing what you thought was right.”

 

For a moment, he sat in silence, his shoulders hunched and his hands playing with the towel that was still in his hand.

 

“I know we agreed that this was just sex. And I understand if you want to keep it that way. But… you're the only one I have to turn to now. Ya know?”

 

Yumichika only nodded. More than you know.

 

He rose to his knees and crawled to the head of the bed, reclining against the arrangement of pillows. “I'll be here for you whenever you need me.”

 

They both smiled.

 

“Now… come and fuck me stupid.”

 

At the sight of Yumichika's hardening cock, Hisagi grinned and leapt toward his lover, settling himself comfortably into the cradle of his hips and pressing their blooming erections together. They soon lost themselves in a passionate, but more gentle kiss than before. Hisagi was smiling into the kiss, more sure of himself than he'd ever been. All because of the man under him.

 

Yumichika smiled as well, accepting the teasing probe of the other man's tongue.

 

I'm in love with you, Shuuhei Hisagi. One day, I'll tell you so.