Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Safe Sex ❯ Fighting ( Chapter 10 )

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

 

(A/N: Wow, it's been a while since I updated this fic. I just had this idea bouncing in my head for the longest time. Tell me what you think, I'm pretty sure I've never written anything like this before.)

 

 

 

Fighting

 

By Tituba

 

Rukia was in the training area for my squad.

 

I was leaning against the wall and watching her as she moved. I was silent and had my arms crossed over my chest. My body was incased in shadows as I stood. Quiet… contemplating…

 

And getting turned on.

 

It was late on a Saturday night, dusk was just beginning to set in and everyone else in my squad had either turned in or had gone out for a night of drinking. About an hour ago, my girlfriend disappeared, leaving me to wonder just where the hell she was and why she wasn't sucking on my dick at this particular moment, but I managed to keep my anger in check—despite scaring a few new recruits… I know, I'm evil—until I could find her again.

 

Find her I did.

 

Damn my bitch is sexy when she fights.

 

Although I do have to surmise that it might have been because of her subsequent lack of clothing. I mean, she wasn't naked or anything nor was she wearing a bikini—although I do have to admit that I did have one specifically imported from the Real World just so she could wear it now and again. Yeah the new ones they made nowadays were awesome.

 

But that wasn't the point. She had stripped off her outer shihakusho and now only wore a white under-kimono. It was similar to the white, prisoners' robe she had worn but a bit more athletic.

 

Like… form fitting athletic.

 

She looked hot.

 

But that might also be because she was sweating and the white fabric was sticking to her skin. I shuddered when her glowing flesh seeped through the nearly translucent material. Hell, the only thing that seemed to be protecting her most private parts from my eyes was the constant motion of her body. I was practically drooling at the sight of her dripping, beautiful, outrageously sexy, body.

 

It wasn't only her clothes that were making her the hottest morsel on the entire face of the Soul Society.

 

It was the way she moved.

 

Christ, she was like water. Her body flowed effortlessly from one position to the next but every strike she made with Sode no Shirayuki was like ice. Which really made sense because her zanpakuto was in fact, ice. It was like her body was making poetry with those intricate movements of hers.

 

She looked so gorgeous. All I could really do was just stare while she passed from one position to the next. As she swirled her hands over her head I could even see her nipples through that thin sheet that she called clothing. I could feel myself growing inside of my loose hakama—I had started wearing them bigger ever since Rukia had become my vice-captain, go figure—but even though I wanted her I kept myself in check.

 

It was always a rare opportunity when I got to watch Rukia when she didn't know about it. The only time I really got to see her like this was when she was unconscious. Well, just sleeping really… or, if it counts, that one time when I accidentally knocked her unconscious during sex…

 

…Or that other time when I had purposely knocked her unconscious during sex. That time had been fun and intentional; the first time had been a kind of accident.

 

Rukia hadn't really been too happy about the first time.

 

But that was neither here nor there.

 

Right now she just looked so beautiful.

 

She jerked forward and thrust her arm out in front of her. Her sword extended and the muscles in her arms flexed and tightened as she swished. I nearly had a coronary when she spread her legs and took her stance. The wet fabric was smothered over her legs and before I could blink the translucent material gave way to the small triangle of dark hair that rested between her legs.

 

My throat became as dry as a desert and my cock became as hard as diamonds.

 

In once graceful move she had swung completely around and finished in a long, elegant, sweep of her sword. She placed it in front of her and stood with her feet shoulder-length apart. Her blade was parallel to her nose and her eyes were closed as she drew in a few ragged breaths.

 

I had never wanted to fuck her more than right now.

 

Well, I probably have, but once again, that was neither here nor there.

 

She paused for a moment and drew in a very deep breath. I watched in fascination as her breasts rose from underneath her white, see-through clothing. It was completely melded to her front. I swallowed so hard because I saw everything underneath. Her pale white skin shown through the fabric. Her mulberry nipples poked through as well. My eyes traveled downward and I swallowed hard. I could even see a few individual black curls at the apex of her thighs.

 

Individual.

 

Before I knew what I was thinking I had strode forward and pulled Zangetsu off of my back. I charged forward five steps and came to stand in front of my lover.

 

Her eyes opened slowly and when they did one of her eyebrows rose slightly. I just smirked and drew Zangetsu so he was directly in front of me. My sword was in the same position as hers and once I saw that slow, knowing, smile cross her face I knew that I was in for a treat.

 

She lowered her sword to the side and paused. The muscles in her body coiled tightly and tensed like a jungle cat waiting to spring. I could see them roiling under her skin and I smirked in anticipation.

 

Suddenly, she was gone from my sight. My senses tingled as her reiatsu flared to my right. I raised Zangetsu in defense but Sode no Shirayuki never touched my blade. Instead, Rukia simply reappeared in front of me, her sword held at the same angle, a grin on her face.

 

It was then that I felt the cloth of my shihakusho—thank God I had already put away my Captain's coat—slide down my right arm. I blinked twice and watched as it pooled around my wrist, near Zangetsu's hilt.

 

No words were needed as I looked up at her. On her face was a smile that was as dangerous as it was seductive. I grinned back at her and switched Zangetsu to my other hand, shaking off the loose cloth as I did so, and then replaced him.

 

This time I was the one to disappear in front of her. She stood stock still as I flew past her, my mastery of shunpo making me nothing more than a light breeze on the flesh of her body. I watched as her skin prickled and her nipples tightened as I swirled around her.

 

Gone went her own right sleeve. I snickered as I landed only three feet from her sweating body. The material floated to the ground and I grinned.

 

“Quid pro quo sweetheart,” I said and I flashed forward those three steps. Her back melded to mine and I rammed my erection into her wetly clothed backside. I heard her sharp intake of breath and I grinned as I bent down, my mouth to her neck, and bit her like a vampire. She growled low in her throat and an instant later I felt something slash across my side. I jumped backwards and hissed at the sensation.

 

I glanced down at my side and saw a shallow cut running downward. I looked up and narrowed my eyes at my girlfriend. Her gaze was glittering as she raised her blade to her face. I titled my head to the side as I watched her take Sode no Shirayuki to her mouth and extend her tongue. It was only then that I saw the small rivulets of my blood that were running down the side of her gorgeous white sword.

 

I watched as she licked away the tiny drops of my blood.

 

I really don't think I've ever been this hard.

 

Within a second I was in front of her, Zangetsu was flat against her ass and my chest was pushing into hers. She let out a startled yelp and her lithe body bent backwards. My hungry mouth assaulted her mulberry nipple through the wet fabric. She gasped hard and I felt the cool flat of her blade go across my back. It gave her leverage as she leaned back and I shuddered at the sensation. My teeth scraped at her breast and she shook in my arms. My lips curled around her and I sucked as hard as I could. She yelped again but I couldn't be sure if it was because Zangetsu had pricked her or if was simply because I had bitten her too hard.

 

I was just really starting to enjoy myself when the next thing I knew she was out of my arms and I was missing another sleeve.

 

Damn.

 

I growled and whipped my head around. My cock was throbbing hard and I felt myself shaking in my hakama. I wanted her… badly.

 

She was standing about ten feet away from me. I glared at her through the haze of my arousal and felt a rater sadistic grin coming across my face.

 

A growl rumbled low in my own throat, my voice sending more quivers down her back, even from this far away.

 

The cuts came so quickly that I didn't even realize I had been hit until I felt the entire top of my shihakusho slip from my torso.

 

My eyes widened as I watched the tattered remnants of my once-whole garment fall quietly to the ground.

 

Then Rukia was in front of me. Her mouth was hot on my chest and her tongue was swirling around one brown nipple. I felt both of her hands scratching down the ridges of my abdomen. One of her hands reached behind me and groped my firm ass. I hissed and allowed my free hand to wrap around and grab hers as well. My knees bent and I ground myself against her so hard that she grunted and fell back a step. I knew she could feel me pulsating through the thin sheets of our clothing.

 

Oh fuck I wanted her.

 

She pushed me back so hard I stumbled and I barely saw Sode no Shirayuki coming as she swept it down towards my neck.

 

“Shit,” I breathed, my eyes were fixed on the crisscrossing black and white strips of metal. For some reason—even through the haze of my extreme and almost disproportionate passion—I could only think of black and white, me and Rukia, yin and yang…

 

God we fit together so well.

 

I lunged forward as she took another swipe at me. She yelped and fell flat onto her back. I was above her within a second. Before she could say another word—or raise her sword, which was what I was most concerned about—my hand was between her thighs. She shrieked passionately as my fingers entered her. My fingers slid into her effortlessly. She was already dripping wet and her outer lips were as puffy as ever. I paused for a moment and drew in a deep, deep, breath. Her musky, beautiful, sexy scent assaulted every part of my brain and I think something inside of my head short circuited.

 

I thrust one, two, and three fingers into her and she keened in heat. Her knees were high up into the air and her feet arched on the ground. I settled even more in between her legs and, with my other hand, I adjusted Zangetsu—he was lying down right next to her body. Close enough to cut a few bits of her robe but not enough to slice through her perfect skin.

 

My thumb rolled over her clit and I caressed the hard nub until she was thrashing and screaming on the ground. My throat was dry as she arched her back and came on my fingers. My eyes were dilated and I breathed in her heady, delicious, scent again and again and oh fuck… again.

 

I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted her and I wanted my own release. My hand came out of her slick, tight, passage and I brought it up to my mouth. I suckled on my fingers as if it was the only substance that would pass through my mouth that day.

 

I wanted my bitch so badly.

 

My bitch.

 

My thick fingers fumbled with the tie on my pants and—after several frustrating seconds—I looked down to try and undo it.

 

Big… mistake.

 

Rukia's heel slammed into my bare shoulder and I was sent careening backwards. It was just my luck that I had to land on a rather sharp rock.

 

My shout of pain would have been echoed throughout the entirety of the Third Squad training ground had Rukia not launched herself on top of me and started devouring my mouth with hers.

 

Her hot, wet, center found the throbbing in my pants and she ground herself on top of it like she was a jockey riding a horse. I could feel her dripping even through our clothing. Her tongue was hard and insistent as it pushed into my mouth. Christ, her tongue was so far down my throat I half wondered if she had stolen my voice. Her grinding heat, her forceful mouth, and her sinful lips were driving me insane.

 

This should have been the perfect moment.

 

Should have, being the operative word… I mean, if she hadn't had Sode no Shirayuki pressed up to my throat everything would have been great.

 

Damn my bitch is kinky.

 

Granted, we've never really been that into S&M—aside from a couple of handcuffs here and there as well as that whole knocked unconscious thing—but swords… damn this was dangerous and hot at the same time.

 

However, she wasn't the only one with a blade. I mean, who could forget my giant meat-cleaver of a zanpakuto?

 

My hand gripped Zangetsu's hilt and I brought it up slowly. I used a type of precision that I have honed after one hundred and fifty odd years of being a Shinigami Captain.

 

The tip pressed directly to her throbbing jugular.

 

Her tongue paused in my mouth and her eyes opened even as her lips stayed locked on mine. I stared into them as deeply as I could and let her see how hungry I was for her.

 

I was fucking starving.

 

She slowly detached her lips from mine and I smirked as she pulled away, her eyes were carefully positioned on the tip of my sword on her neck. Her face was flushed and I smirked. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her hand tighten on the hilt of her sword.

 

Now we couldn't have that, could we?

 

I shunpoed us over to the side of the training ground and thrust her hard against the side of the wall. I slammed my arm against the side of the building, boxing her in between my arms. My naked chest slid against her wet clothing and I shuddered at the feeling of her against my arousal. Zangetsu's blade was pointing towards the side of her body and—and with a single twitch from my wrist—I had sliced open the entirety of her white robe.

 

Instead of being angry—she normally hates it when I destroy her clothing… especially when we're having sex in rather public areas, although I would certainly know if anyone was around, no one can hide their reiatsu's from me anymore—she just ripped away what she could and tossed the garment away immediately. Her naked body was exposed to me. Head to toe covered and glistening sweat. She glittered in the dusk light.

 

I felt an angry slash come down my side and I hissed. It was only then that I realized that she had used Sode no Shirayuki to cut my pants away from my body.

 

She raised her legs around my waist and held me tightly. Her mouth rose to my ear and I shuddered as she hissed, “Quid pro quo sweetheart.”

 

I impaled her.

 

With my… ah… sword.

 

She screamed and I bellowed as her wet heat enveloped every inch of me. My thick, aching, needing, erection was throbbing inside of her and I was just dying to have her grip me even tighter. I needed this. I needed her.

 

Her arms wound around my neck and I felt the icy cool length of her sword press down my back. The tip of the blade pricked my ass and I felt rivulets of blood rolling down my cheeks. Oh well, better my skin getting pricked than hers. I'd rather die than have her skin damaged.

 

I pulled out of her and thrust back in like a madman. Rukia shrieked again and I felt her inner muscles clamping down on me as I shoved in and out of her.

 

“You're… so… tight…” I gasped, my head burying itself into the crook of her shoulder and neck.

 

“Shut,” she gasped, her hips rolling and jerking and thrusting with every furious strike of mine, “Up!”

 

Our mouths crashed together and our tongues carried out a duel of their own. I cursed again and again, feeling the beginning of her climax and lamenting my own. But Rukia did that to me. I just couldn't seem to control myself when it was came to my girlfriend.

 

My bitch.

 

I erupted inside of her and groaned like an animal as I continued to pump her. Rukia threw herself into a second orgasm and I shook as I helped her finish.

 

We slumped against the wall to the training area. She as breathless, beautiful, and blushing hotly.

 

I slowly raised my head from her shoulder and stared deeply into the eyes of my lover, my girlfriend, and the sexiest woman on the face of the planet.

 

Either planet really; the dead one or the living one.

 

I looked at her slowly, a smug grin washing over all of my features as I brushed a stray lock of hair out of her face.

 

“You should really think of training like this more often.” I snickered, licking the sweat off of the side of her face.

 

Rukia snorted and wrapped her arms—and subsequently, her sword—tighter around me. “Shut up, oaf.” She sighed and snuggled even further into me as she muttered, “You had better find a way to get us back home without being seen by anyone.”

 

I grinned and pulled us both away from the wall. “I think I can manage,” I chuckled into her ear. “After all,” I smirked as I licked the outer shell of her ear. She shuddered and I grinned again, “I've been practicing.”

 

And we were gone.