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Shot Glass	By : serpia Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 4089 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Shot Glass

By Serpia-chan

Disclaimer: I still don't own bleach, unfortunately.

Author's note : This is a response to a challenge issued by Ghostmatrix7. To avoid confusion, and because I'm not sure what the difference in the time cycle is for shinigami vs humans, I am using human ages for this. Enjoy, and please R&R.

Warnings : Sex
Hitsugaya had been dreading it, and looking forward to it, for a very long time. His 18th birthday had been planned out him by none other than the party queen, his fukutaicho, Matsumoto Rangiku. He knew it would be a night of many firsts for him, as he was sure he would not be able to escape having alcohol shoved down his now-legal throat, nor would he be exempt from the various party games that Rangiku oh-so-loved. He had heard about these party games from other shinigami, and they were what he feared most. Regardless of his fears, he was determined to have a good time, and he reminded himself of this as he stood in the middle of his living room, surrounded by loud, obnoxious shinigami. Matsumoto suddenly seemed to remember that he was sober, because she pulled a bottle of vodka and some shot glasses from her ample cleavage and shoved them towards him.

�Here,� she giggled. �Human alcohol, try some.�

Toushiro grimaced as he accepted a small shot glass filled with the clear liquid. He did NOT want to end up like his friends, which were in varying stages of drunkenness and were carrying on like a pack of wild animals. Even Hinamori hiccuped as she staggered past him, on the arm of Kira. Toushiro laughed. She'd regret this tomorrow....

He sipped at the burning liquid, not enjoying the strong taste at all. Matsumoto laughed and hit the bottom of the glass, sending more of the liquid into his mouth than he had intended. Coughing, he glared at his fukutaicho, who just grinned back obliviously in return.

�Silly Taicho. You don't sip shots like tea, you knock them back...�

With a giggle, she turned and walked over to another group of shinigami. He sat on the couch and pondered why he had agreed to this in the first place. His thoughts were interrupted, however, by a small form perching next to him on the couch. He turned to look, and was surprised to see Kuchiki Rukia. Toushiro hadn't even known she'd been invited. She smiled, her blue eyes glinting in the harsh light.

�Are they bugging you, Hitsugaya taicho?�

�Not really. Just trying to force me to drink shots...�

�Ah, those. Ichigo taught me how to cheat at taking those.�

Hitsugaya looked up hopefully. Perhaps she would share some of her expertise?
�How?�

�Oh it's quite simple. Look.�

Seemingly out of nowhere Rukia pulled out a piece of paper and began to draw in her unique way. The first picture showed a bunny with a bottle of beer and a shot glass of vodka. The second showed the bunny taking the shot, and the third showed the bunny taking a swig of beer. Toushiro was rather confused.

�So you take a drink of beer afterwards?�

Rukia shook her head.

�No, you spit the vodka into the beer bottle. The bottle is dark, so no one will see you do it, and this way you don't get drunk.�

Renji waltzed up and grabbed Rukia by the wrist, obviously wanting to talk to her about something. Rukia excused herself and went with him, just as Matsumoto announced the first part of the evening's festivities.

�Ok, everyone, we're going to play truth or dare. Everyone come and sit in the dining room!�

Toushiro didn't know what truth or dare was, nor did he want to find out. This was obviously one of those games that he was determined to avoid at all costs. Narrowly avoiding a stumbling Ukitake's attempt at giving him a birthday gift, Toushiro made his way into the kitchen, and out the back door.

Renji and Rukia were sitting under a tree not too far away, having what would have been a decent conversation, had Renji not been drunk. Renji saw Toushiro, giggled in a very Matsumoto-like way, and went back into the house. Toushiro, wanting a bit of sober company, sat next to the raven-haired girl. Rukia seemed a little quieter now, as if digesting whatever it was that Renji had said to her earlier. Finally she looked up at him, sapphire eyes glistening in the moonlight. It was Toushiro that spoke first.

�Umm... thank you for the advice earlier.�

�It's not a problem. It was your first time drinking, right?�

�Yeah. I've kind of lived a sheltered life...�

�Hitsugaya-san, are you a virgin?�

Toushiro was rather surprised at the question.

�Umm... yeah, I guess. Why?�

�It was just that Renji said something to me earlier and I was curious, that's all.�

�Oh, I see. What did he say, exactly?�

�I can't tell. He made me promise I wouldn't.�

�Hmmph....�

An awkward silence settled over them, broken only by random bursts of laughter from within the house. Toushiro couldn't help but look at Rukia out of the corner of his eyes. She was beautiful, he decided, with her petite, lithe form and round, wide eyes.

�Are you checking me out, Toushiro?�

Rukia eyed him curiously, waiting for his reply. Toushiro did not know what to say.

�Well, umm, I was just... thinking that you were... pretty. That's all.�

Rukia laughed and inched a little bit closer.

�I think you're pretty attractive too, Toushiro-kun.�

�You do?�

�Of course... you are quite attractive. You have such a handsome face ...�

She caressed his cheek with her hand.

�And you have nice broad shoulders....�

Her hand ran from his cheek to his collarbone, and she brushed her finger tips across his white captain's robe. Toushiro was rather confused, what on earth was she doing?

�And I know that under this big, heavy coat you must have really sexy muscles...�

Her hand grasped the edge of his robe and she began to pull it off his shoulders... until his hand met hers. About to protest, he opened his mouth. Rukia took the opportunity to let her lips meet his, tongue caressing the young taicho's. The robe came off rather easily while he kissed him. After a few seconds, Toushiro responded to her efforts, slowly opening up to the new experience. It took him a few more seconds to realize that she had him shirtless.... he only really noticed when her hand grazed his toned abdominal muscles. Breaking the kiss, Toushiro pushed Rukia back a bit, and backed himself up against the tree.

�Rukia, this isn't really fair... I think you're beautiful but...�

Rukia's eyes brightened a bit.

�Oh, sorry Toushiro. You're quite right. Here you are shirtless, and here I am fully clothed. It isn't fair at all.�

A devilish glint shone in her eyes as she pulled her own robes apart, baring two identical, perky breasts.
Toushiro shuddered... it wasn't quite what he had meant, but he wasn't a fool... and he wouldn't refuse her throwing herself on him. He grasped her arms and pulled her closer, a single strong hand firmly caressing her breasts. Toushiro thought they were perfect, he had long since been cured of any affection for large breasts due to the antics of Matsumoto, and he admired the way they accentuated her beauty. They were not the breasts of a whore, he decided, they were the breasts of a goddess. Rukia's own hand began to drift lower as they kissed... eventually drawing the attention of Toushiro again. She had begun to undo the belt holding his pants up and robes together, and he was not quite sure of what to say or do. He knew that if his pants came off, hers would undoubtedly too... and that would almost definitely lead to things she would later regret. He allowed her to remove them anyways. And, sure enough, her own belt and robes followed. Wearing only a pair of panties, and Toushiro wearing nothing, Rukia pulled herself off him to admire her work.

�Yes, I was right. Definitely attractive.� Something caught her eye. �And well endowed too...�

Toushiro blushed slightly when Rukia's hand encircled his length and began to pump up and down. He didn't stop her however. He had made up his mind, he would not ask for anything... but he would not refuse what was being freely given to him either. He rested his head back against the tree, enjoying the sensations clouding his mind. He was forced back into reality when Rukia's mouth replaced her hand though, not used to the peculiar, but spectacular, feelings. When she took him fully he moaned, when she flicked the tip with her tongue he shuddered, when she sucked gently his toes curled. He hadn't realized that his body would be so receptive to this, and he almost instantly craved more. His hand found Rukia's hair, and he entangled his fingers in it as he guided her head up and down. As he felt himself get close, he gently pulled her off of him.

It was apparent what she wanted she straddled him. He could feel the heat of her pussy, and smell the dampness emanating from between her legs. Her legs encircled the small of his back and he stood, bringing her up with him. Surprised at her light weight, Toushiro placed her back against the tree, holding her by the hips. Her arms encircled his neck, and she positioned herself, waiting expectantly. Toushiro paused, and reached down. His tip at her entrance, he asked just once.

�Rukia, are you sure you want me to do this?�

Rukia nodded. Toushiro thrust. His eyes opened wide as her depth, her heat, and her tightness encompassed him. He hadn't expected this to feel so damn good...

Rukia bucked her hips against his in opposition to his thrusts, so that each thrust was met with the sound of skin slapping against skin. The powerful muscles of his legs clenched and flexed as his hips worked. He knew he was going a bit harder than he should, but she obviously could handle it. She made breathy moaning sounds in his ear, filling his sense of sound with each gasp. His sense of sight was busy taking in the sight of himself doing this to Rukia, and his could smell her sweat and arousal. He could taste her on his lips, and he noticed every time she quivered, squirming on his dick as he pumped into her. It was becoming too much for him to handle... especially when he moaned out his name throatily. He thought he would either die or go insane if this did not end soon, but he wanted it to last forever.

Forever came all too soon as he slipped over the edge into a state of bliss and exploded deep in her.

He dropped to his knees, still holding her, and attempted to catch his breath. He pulled out of her and just knelt there, staring at her. She grinned, and a smile broke out across his face as well.

�So, what did Renji say about me?�

Rukia smirked.

�Not much, he just bet that I couldn't seduce you, that's all....�

Toushiro looked up at her, but was cut off before he could respond.

The back door burst open, and a flustered Matusmoto fell on her face. Getting up almost as quickly, she called out into the darkness.

�Taicho!!! Rukia-san is trying to seduce you! Hold on, Taicho, I'm coming to save you!�

Toushiro dove into a nearby bush.
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