Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Safe Sex ❯ Turnabout ( Chapter 7 )

Turnabout

 

By Tituba

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any Bleach affiliates.

 

(A/N: Maianarisa, this one's for you. :)

A shout out to gokusgirl who left an awesome review.

So here's another IchiRuki smutty one-shot. I can't seem to stop writing them. Maybe it's a disease. Hmm, not exactly sure I want to be cured.

Tell me what you think. Tituba)

 

 

 

I trudged up the steps to my office and growled heavily. God damn it but I hated new recruits. Hated them with a fucking passion. Hated them more than I hated being glared at by Byakuya for sleeping with his sister. Hate… hate, hate, and hate. I'd maybe even throw a little bit of loathing in there as well. Yes, the fucking bane of my existence.

 

It wasn't like I could really avoid them though. Every five years each squad is handed twenty new fresh-out-of-the-academy students to be trained and turned into fully fledged Shinigami.

 

Of course, all of them are baby-faced, clean, and think they know everything about anything. But you know, it isn't even those things that really bother me. It's the fact that even though all of them had supposedly spent five years in the Shinigami Academy none of them knew a single fucking thing about being an actual Shinigami! Sure, they knew which year the thirteenth Captain of Squad Five had supposedly killed the first Menos Grande. That little piece of information might be important in a history class but when you're caught in a life and death situation, trying to figure out whether you will be able to survive an upcoming Hollow attack, things like history don't actually matter.

 

Not that all of the recruits were bad. I mean, when you subtract the number of students who actually lost control their bladders when they saw me there were still five students who could eventually make semi-respectable Shinigami, maybe even officers. And even though those five didn't piss their pants they were still shaking like leaves in a hurricane when I came up to them. Weakling, every damn one of them.

 

I don't know why old man Yamamoto feels the need to stick me with all the recruits no one else wanted. I've got such an array of weirdo's and misfits that it seems hardly seems like I'll ever get anyone ready to fight. Damn old man, just because I've done it once doesn't mean that I actually want to do it again! I mean, sure, once seventy five years ago, I was given a team whose combined spiritual pressure could have been packed into my pinky finger. And sure after five years with me they were one of the top divisions in my Squad, almost the best in the entire Court Guard. Still, I'm not a miracle worker and those statistics didn't mean a damn thing. What about what I wanted, huh?

 

There are some people—including certain fresh recruits who are now probably off in a corner crying their eyes out—that I just don't want to deal with. Small little trembling buggers, I cursed as I grumpily made my way up to my office. Don't get me wrong, I love the fact that they fear me, I just didn't particularly like having to call a cleaning crew during my inspection.

 

“Captain!”

 

I shut my eyes and placed a calloused hand over my face. Sweet Jesus, what did he need now?

 

“Yes Kira?” I ground out. The timid man, who was currently my vice captain, stepped towards my back and swallowed hard. He could tell I wasn't in any sort of a good mood, his puny intuition gave him that much.

 

“Captain,” he said in a small voice and I mentally rolled my eyes, he's still the timorous man he'll always end up being. “I was sent by Captain Yamamoto sir, he wants you to fill these out.”

 

My eyes turned into slits and I jerked my head around quickly. Kira was standing at least three feet in front of me and he was holding a stack of papers at least three inches thick. My jaw dropped and I growled furiously.

 

Kira cowered underneath my livid stare and I gritted my teeth hard. “What, exactly, are those for?” I demanded angrily.

 

My lieutenant coughed in fear and I could see his hands shaking slightly. “Um… we-well, Captain Yamamoto said these are the Occurrence Reports from the hollow hunting expedition you took t-three months ago.”

 

I glared at him, “The Captain of Squad Six also went with me on that expedition.” I spat out threateningly, “Why can't you make him do it?”

 

“B-Because sir…” Kira trailed off and looked to the ground, he almost looked ashamed.

 

“Because?” I goaded.

 

“Well sir,” Kira mumbled, “He does have seniority and he's a noble and he's well… he's just, he's Captain Kuchiki… sir.”

 

I strode forward and jerked the stack of papers from my vice captain's grip. Cursing him mentally as I did so. He bowed quietly and scampered away as quickly as possible. I groaned low as I looked at the complicated sheets before me. All of them reminded me of the standardized tests I had taken in order to get into college, you know, back in the living world. There were always too many questions with too many answers and too blank bubbles to fill in. I grimaced and silently cursed Kira once again.

 

Now, if Rukia had agreed to be my vice captain things would not have turned out like this. They would be fucking different. She would have been able to use some of her sisterly pull with Byakuya to get him to actually do his fair share of paperwork.

 

Yeah, if she were my vice captain. But no, she just had to turn me down.

 

“I will not and will never be your vice captain, Kurosaki Ichigo,” she said definitively as my jaw dropped open.

 

“Wh-Why not?” I asked, completely dumbfounded.

 

She looked away from me and glared at the floor, “Because you're too stupid to realize the implications.”

 

She had said that when I first came to the Soul Society and was made the Captain of Squad Three. We drifted apart after that. But even during the fifty years we had been separated I never stopped wondering about what she had meant by her comment. When we finally started going out, and eventually having sex, I asked her about it… again.

 

She turned her head to me and smirked lightly. “Ichigo,” she laughed heartily, “Come on… I was in love with you for the longest time but I never knew how you felt. So being beside you each day, working with you… it would have been a nightmare. Distance was better.”

 

I sighed and grew angry with myself when I thought about it. I had been blind for so long. I still can't actually believe that in the end I still got the girl.

 

I hadn't breached the subject of her being my vice captain again since that conversation. But nowadays it was on my mind even more. I was getting so tired of Kira. Don't get me wrong he's a great Shinigami and all but I just don't like him as a person. I want a vice captain who won't be timid and fearful around me. Someone who's not afraid to speak her mind or to get angry with me. Someone who wouldn't gladly hit me over the head and chastise me but have sex with me later.

 

Oh yeah, that's Rukia.

 

Maybe I'll try and pull some strings with Byakuya so he can lift that restriction on her service. I mean, he knows I'll protect her with my life. She means more to me than anyone I've ever really known and I'd never let anything—or anyone—hurt her. He knows this. Maybe after I talk to him he'll actually let her be my vice captain. Although he might have a couple moral objects considering the fact that we're screwing like rabbits any chance we get. I paused and cringed, I hoped Byakuya wasn't that in-tune with his sister's sex life.

 

I sighed again and rubbed a hand over my face. I had been so busy these past few nights—had it been longer? It felt like weeks—that I hadn't even been able to spend any real time with Rukia. That really annoyed me. I mean, she was my girlfriend for Christ's sake. I should be able to spend as much time with her as I wanted.

 

I swear, half the time I thought that Soul Society—or at least her maniac brother—conspired to keep us apart, what with the constant missions, the extra hours I had to put in training my recruits, and all the time I spent doing useless paperwork that no one else seemed to be able to do, it all added up to thousands of hours that I could have spent with Rukia being completely wasted.

 

I pushed open my doors and slammed them shut forcefully behind me. Damn but today was a long day. I hated long days… they just made me want to go home and collapse on my bed and sleep for all eternity.

 

“Ichigo.”

 

Or maybe not.

 

“Rukia?” I asked, caught slightly off guard by the fact that my girlfriend was sitting on top of my Captains desk. Her large eyes were watching mine calmly and softly. Her hands were lightly ghosting over a couple of papers I had left strewn on the top. Her legs were loosely crossed and a Mona Lisa smile was present on her gorgeous lips. “What are you doing here?”

 

A small frown formed in between her eyes but she didn't snap at me. “I'm visiting you.” She cocked her head to the side and smiled quietly. “Can't I?”

 

I shrugged my way inside and took Zangetsu from my back. I paused and took a moment to look at my giant sword. It was probably one of the reasons so many of the new recruits feared me, I mean, with my giant meat-cleaver of a sword, my not-so-endearing face, and the fact that rumors about my previous battles were spread all through Rukongai, I must have looked almost as threatening as Zaraki Kenpachi. Yet how is it that I get to sleep with the most beautiful woman in the Soul Society? It's all still a mystery to me.

 

“Yeah,” I scoffed, “Of course you can. I just wasn't expecting you, that's all.”

 

She nodded and shifted her legs around a bit. I frowned and set Zangetsu down on his spot on the wall. I stretched languorously and worked out all of the kinks in my back. God today was an exhausting day. But hey, at least I got to see my girlfriend.

 

“How was your day?” She asked me politely.

 

I let out a long sigh and moved to the side of my desk. I pecked her on the lips and moved so I could sit in my official captains' chair. As I plopped down I saw Rukia twist on my desk and turn to face me.

 

My eyes were level with her chin and I smiled. While seeing Rukia in a mood like this—and by that I meant being so demure and compliant—was rare it was kind of nice. “Long,” I told her truthfully. “I've got new recruits.”

 

“Oh,” she murmured softly, “That's too bad.” She uncrossed her legs and spread them barely two inches apart.

 

“Yeah,” I told her, completely oblivious to the fact that the neckline to her strange looking shihakusho was lower than normal and that her obi was quite loose. “Most of them pissed their pants when they saw me.”

 

“Really?” She asked and shrugged her shoulders softly. Her hair shifted around her face and spilled over onto her collar. I frowned a bit more than normal and felt a small stirring of my loins. I cursed myself inwardly. Rukia was just concerned about my day. I didn't think she'd like it very much if I jumped her while she was inquiring about my work. “That must have been messy.”

 

I stole a glance at her legs, which I hadn't—for some insanely unknown reason—noticed before now and blinked.

 

“Rukia,” I said incredulously, “What are you wearing?”

 

She tilted her head to the side and then plucked at the thin garment she was so casually sporting. I paid more attention to her movements as she opened her legs a bit wider and allowed the short garment to ride up just a bit.

 

“Oh this?” She said quietly, “Just my yukata.”

 

I swallowed dryly as her hand ran down from the center of her collarbone and down… down… down… Her fingers pushed the material aside and she craned her neck to the side. The entire length of her right side, breast to neck, was exposed to me.

 

I could no longer feel my face. There was no blood in it. It had all gone south.

 

“That,” I rasped out, “Is not your yukata.”

 

I wanted to kick myself in the head but she just laughed. She shrugged the other part of her robe off and let it fall to her waist. My throat constricted and I felt my breathing growing harsher and scratchier by the second.

 

“I know,” she murmured softly, loosening the tie near her stomach. The bright red strip of cloth dropped to the top of my desk and I felt my body quivering with heat. “It's new. I wanted to show it to you first.”

 

She lifted up her leg up just a tad and slid her foot along the top length of my thigh. I clenched my teeth hard and hissed when her tiny toes flexed on my shihakusho and dug in tightly. She repeated the motion and I groaned when her nimble toes moved closer and closer to the growing hardness on the front of my uniform.

 

Her heel ground gently into me and I gasped at the sensation. Her languid body was swaying in time with her foot. Her hips were rocking gently from side to side, grinding her bottom into the top of my desk. Her nipples bounced lightly on her breasts as she inversely slithered her stomach back and her chest forward, continuing in a rhythmic dance that was making me crazy. Her eyes were half-lidded and dazed but filled with scintillating passion. My hands gripped the arms of my chair hard. I was nearly breaking the wooden thing into splinters.

 

“Ru—Rukia,” I gasped hotly. I arched my back and pressed erection even further into her grinding heel.

 

She chuckled and it sounded—even through my throbbing ears—a bit dark. I threw my head back a bit and clenched my teeth until I was sure one of them cracked. My hands were itching to reach up and touch her breasts, my tongue wanted to taste hers, and my cock most definitely wanted to be inside her.

 

The pressure on my erection vanished completely and my eyes flew open. My fuzzy gaze tried to focus on Rukia but she wasn't in front of me. I panted hard as I saw her slink down in front of me. Her hands were steady as she undid my obi and yanked down my uniform pants. She pulled them down and allowed my cock to spring free. My chest was heaving up and down and my eyes were dilated until they were mere pinpoints against the rest of my features. My face, which was normally covered in frown lines, was smooth and covered in a thin film of sweat.

 

A long, slim, finger tapped the base of my erection. I jerked forward in my seat and groaned. God, it was almost embarrassing that I was moaning this much. Normally I grunted or breathed hard when we had sex… but moan? No, see, Rukia was the one who moaned during sex, not me.

 

Her finger languidly traced up one side of my fully-erect cock, swirled around the tip, and went back down the other side. I hissed when she repeated it again and again. Her fingers were wet and sticky with the juices leaking from my tip. I looked down softly and practically choked when I saw her take her fingers into her mouth and suckle them lightly. Her eyes were hot on mine and staring at me like she wanted to swallow me whole.

 

Then she did. She fucking swallowed me. Her lips closed over the tip of my erection and her teeth scraped it lightly. I jerked in my seat and let out a long, ragged, torturous, groan. I pushed my hips up lightly and pushed myself further and further into her mouth until I was touching the very back of her throat. She moaned softly and I shivered as the vibrations traveled up my entire body. She sucked hard on me and began to move up and down, mimicking the actions of sex. My hands finally left my tattered chair arms and reached for her head. I tangled my fingers into her hair and groaned again. She began to work harder and harder, sucking and licking and teasing and tasting. I could feel my body shaking and knew that I was close.

 

Only… only… she knew—she knew!

 

Her mouth left my cock and I nearly cried out at the sudden freezing feeling that was now encompassing my nether regions. Her warm, wet, succulent, mouth was now kissing its way up my chest, her hands were rubbing the insides and outsides of my thighs, her teeth were pulling at the edges of my shihakusho and my captain's jacket. She was murmuring my name as she arched her body to slide along mine. Her hands were gripping the edges of the chair near my ass and supporting her body as she moved. Her breasts rubbed against my now naked chest and I gripped her hips as she positioned herself over me.

 

I saw stars when she enveloped me. This was tighter, wetter, hotter, and more delicious than when I was inside her mouth. My arms wrapped around her waist entirely until I was able to touch her curls and tease her clit. She lurched above me and kept moving, kept sliding, kept grinding. My muscles tensed and released whenever she pulled me in and out of her. Her hands were working miracles on my chest; she was pinching my nipples and her mouth was heatedly nipping my collar.

 

In the back of my mind I realized I hadn't even kissed her yet. The moment I realized she and I were coming I used my free hand to grasp her head and yank her lips onto mine. My tongue invaded her with a force unlike any she had seen before. I fucking demolished her as I sucked on every part of her deliciously silken mouth. Nothing was safe from my oral assault.

 

When we came we shrieked into each other's mouths. She shuddered violently and collapsed onto my chest. I breathed hotly into her hair as she settled her head into the nook of my shoulder and neck. We panted hotly and I stroked her back. She loves it when I do that, especially post-coital.

 

“Mmm,” she murmured, kissing the side of my neck and then gently licking it with her sinful tongue. “I hope that made your day better.”

 

I snorted softly and settled more comfortably into my seat, I had nearly forgotten about the rest of my day. Oh well, sex with Rukia tended to make me forget… well, anything really.

 

Except maybe one thing.

 

“Hey Rukia,” I muttered, trailing kisses down her neck.

 

“Hm?” She sighed. She was almost asleep; I could feel her eyelashes fluttering languidly over my skin. She was fighting to stay awake.

 

“You wanna be my vice captain?” I whispered, holding her a bit tighter.

 

She yawned against me and nuzzled her face even further into my neck. “Sure.” She muttered.

 

A large grin shoved its way onto my face and I snickered inwardly. My hands continued to caress her skin as my inner-self did a smug happy dance.

 

But damn, if she was going to be my vice captain I could certainly look forward to a few more late nights at the office.