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In a Name
By : c0p13r
Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female
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            The Kuchiki household ran on repetition and habits like clockwork. At sunbreak, the head of the family would rise, break his fast, meditate in front of his personal shrine, and go to his Squad barracks to perform his honorable duties. He’d come back – further into the evening than some other Captains may stay – dine quietly with a small host of close family, and then return to the shrine in private reverence.
            Rukia would be in attendance at those dinners, always with her head bowed, a word or sentence stuck in her throat that she wanted to say to him, but couldn’t. She grappled with that every time she was summoned to eat. He wouldn’t speak to her, yet always wanted her at his side, closer even than his grandfather. He wouldn’t look up from his bowls and place, almost eating blind with precise hands.
            Tonight, he was not there, though she was summoned all the same. There was a meal – simpler than when he was present – and the grandfather was almost done eating. She asked – hesitantly, for all Kuchiki were born higher than her – and he presently said that her esteemed brother had new subordinates who had the misfortune of coming across a colony of vicious Hollow. Though the Captain’s retribution was swift and thorough, he was not in time to save every life.
            “Byakuya has been writing condolences to the affected families,” said the elder, who then swept out of the room to go to bed. “It would do him well for someone to bring him food in his office.”
            Rukia was quick to catch the hint, prepared a bento and redressed in her Shinigami uniform. Though of a different squad, she had accompanied Nii-sama as an aide on numerous occasions – efforts of Captain Ukitake to strengthen the bond of siblings – and knew the grounds, knew the way to the Sixth Squad Captain’s quarters. She rushed there almost like a little schoolgirl, with a certain sense of pride and excitement. But then, at the door, all thrill ended, like there was a poster on the door that reminded her: You aren’t worthy.
            Her head bowed, her smile squashed to the look of dejection and shame she always carried amongst her adopted family. No more than a proxy for Nii-sama’s forlorn hope… She was considered by the Kuchiki only for her face that matched the look of his lost wife. Nothing more… She hadn’t earned the life of luxury they had blessed her with.
            As loud as her voice could muster in this quiet solitude, she said through the door, “Excuse me… Nii-sama. It’s”—She fortified her volume, only for a moment—“it’s Rukia, Nii-sama! I’ve brought you some… food.”
            She waited a moment, but no answer. Had her voice not carried? She had spoken softer, at louder periods of time, and he had answered. Her lips pursed up nervously. Was he in a meeting perhaps? If so, hopefully they would forgive the audacity of her intrusion.
            Please… Not Captain Ichimaru…
            She slowly and carefully slid the door open, peered in the low light, and called out to him once more. Candlelight, one, at his desk, nothing more… No one else in sight. Just her majestic brother. He sat at his tidy desk, papers neat and organized. Blank pages on one side; handwritten notices on the other. Normally, adjutants and aides took care of writing copies, but Nii-sama… Many lives were lost, and Nii-sama wrote each letter himself, fatigue not showing in the strokes of his brush. Each name, he had written; each member of the family was mentioned. He did not let them remain anon faces in his memory. These were members of the Sixth Squad, and he would honor their sacrifice fully.
            Rukia had walked close, hoping not to disturb him, in awe of the commitment he made to his men. Yet he did not move, made no awareness of her presence. She first thought that it was his usual dismissiveness, that he was ignoring her as he had the night she had announced her acceptance into the Thirteenth Squad. But not a seated officer, she admitted shamefully when inquired.
            But the bento would go to waste if she did not address it. “Nii-sama”—She flinched as if he would bring up a hand to smack her—“I’ve brought a meal… since you are working so…”
            A soft mumble interrupted her. Nii-sama was not known to mumble! It was more unexpected and shocking than him abruptly striking her (not that he ever had made even such a gesture). Looking up to his face – something she struggled to do on their best days together – she found the truth to be he had fallen asleep, exhausted by his own exertions.
            Rukia’s whole demeanor tightened. Nii-sama… A rare moment to examine him up close, and he was so handsome; especially serene when asleep. Notorious for his cold-heartedness, making split-second decisions for the good of Soul Society, cutting down even where it stood… Here, now, in the low lamplight, he was angelic.
            It seemed a shame to wake him, Rukia thought. He was resting, having no need for nourishment. And he was the type to dismiss appetite when something weighed heavily on his mind. He would not seek solace with another, unload his worries and fears, determined to bear the burden of the dead himself. It was the painful battle of pride that Captain Ukitake spoke of, with no enemy by one’s own self.
            Byakuya shifted a little, his lips parting just slightly to exhale. He might have been dreaming. Perhaps a passionate dream, but not a bad one; Rukia discerned no distress in the subtle flexes of his features and body.
            Rukia swallowed. She idolized him so; a man of such impeachable honor and commitment and generosity – even if others could not see it. She was conflicted now on how to help him. Let him rest, sitting in his chair all night? Wake him for a meal? She was too small to comfortably carry him – and Captain Kenpachi was more likely to wreck the room to give Nii-sama a reason to enter life-or-death combat if Rukia went to him for help.
            She was standing at his side as she contemplated, her eyes roaming him from head to toe and back again, and found… A lump? Lump? An erection?! Rukia was at first taken aback from the sight of it, shoving out against the billow of his hakama. And though it was a normal phenomenon for men during rest, she thought it looked peculiar jutting from her majestic brother.
            It could be the best thing for it was her exit. But midturn, she rethought the idea. The best thing for it… was for it going away. Satisfaction… Other Captains, lieutenants and seated members went to bars or further out the Seireitei to brothels. As far as she knew, Nii-sama had a fixed path: home, work, home. He didn’t subject himself to the needs of the flesh, not so much as bringing a woman home or flirting with the provocative women of the Gotei Thirteen.
            Considering such a thing that was creeping to the forefront of consideration… She had pondered such things before; admiration above affection, no carnal lust but a yearning to satisfy and please him. That he was so elegant and lithe – opposite to her gruff, roguish first love – was simply coincidental.
            On the day she was welcomed to the Kuchiki family… I will do whatever I can to please Nii-sama… Resolute in her actions, committed to her self-bound oath, she carefully guided herself between his knees and thighs – after setting aside his bento on the desk, minding the papers he’d written out.
            It’s been a while, she considered with a nervous gulp, staring at the risen cloth of his garment. It was prominent, but he was certainly restricted by his smallclothes. She asked forgiveness for her boldness of his unconscious body, and then fumbled and fumed and released him more suddenly than she had expected. He popped from his fundoshi when she shifted the rim of it. The fundoshi was a troublesome guard, but Rukia was fortunate not to wake him in fumbling with it, making it easier for his cock to stick out from his trousers.
            Rukia’s lips tightened back in a wary observation. Nii-sama was… endowed. She had seen her fair share of men – whether in intercourse or just in the slums where they grew up, where decency was mostly absent – and while Renji had sported a thick, tough-looking erection, Nii-sama’s sported an equilibrium between length and girth with a sturdy elegance to it; his pale flesh up to a subtle pink tip, engorged and throbbing with unmet expectations. It seemed even relieved to be out.
            He’s been working so much lately… And she could not even fathom the idea of him doing something as crude and desperate as tending to baser needs. If she could do this, even in his sleep… She thought she could do some good for him for once.
            She wrapped careful fingers around his swollen shaft. She felt his pulse through it; a steady thumping that couldn’t be anything but soothing. This is Nii-sama’s… Her mind trailed off. She was reverent of him, and even here could be worthy of her admiration.
            She might not even be worthy of it, but she found herself pressing a kiss just an inch underneath the head. She tasted and smelled him; all subtle and sweet as the cherry blossoms of the Kuchiki estate. She was perhaps even unworthy, spoiled before marriage while he was dedicated to a single love even after death. Her breath hitched and she moved her mouth over his tip, moaning softly as she took him in. Deep, deep as she could go… She gagged the nearer she got to his base. It was useless to try to get the whole thing down. Maybe she’d be able with some vigorous back-and-forth like what Renji used to try, and more effort on her part to be willing. She had to be cautious as well, lest he awaken and be displeased by her lewd service.
            She stuck to washing him in spit, half in her mouth, the other half being generously rubbed by her hand. The intent was to achieve his release and avoid a mess that he could not explain when awake.
            “Mm…!” She couldn’t suppress the moan. It was only meant to be an exercise in her devotion to him. Despite her self-loathing in his presence, she found herself aroused all the same. She tongued the very tip of his erection at the little indent where a small abundance of pre-essence had started to accumulate. He tasted rather sweet and went down easy. Eager, she cozied up tighter to his lap, the hand that had eased his thigh aside now moving to massage his genitals.
            “Mm…” That was not her. The low tone of her brother in awakening… It was too late to cover up this intrusion, and she was not so adept with the shunpo that she could escape his detection even in his waking eyes.
            His waking eyes… They were hard and staring down at her immediately. Condemning her for thinking she had caught him unawares. The only reason she had gotten so close was that he could not sense bloodlust, or else he would have dispatched her.
            He was out of her mouth now, though both his stalk and her lips gleamed with her abandoned efforts. For that long moment, he surveyed her. It was nothing unusual; he usually eyed her in reproach and said nothing, though left her feelings scorned and belittled. Yet, in those gray eyes, this time, she did not get that sense. Rather, there was a sense of compassion and longing, an expressiveness that he normally did not show her.
            “Rukia…” was all he said before his hands moved to her. She expected him, when he put his hands on her shoulders, to dash her to the floor before striding past and making himself decent for a bath. She did not expect him to yank her robed open, shoving them down to the crooks of her elbows, exposing her chest to him. He was so deft and powerful in a single motion. Her breasts wobbled at their freedom. She looked down at their exposure. Already, her light brown nipples had started to pucker, but it wasn’t until Nii-sama’s fingers pinched and pulled at one that she realized how sensitive they’d become.
            No rebuke, no command to depart… Nii-sama didn’t speak at all but with steady eyes.
            Rukia did not waste time after that. He may very well had spoken an order by how urgently she moved, leaping to her feet, unfastening her sash, letting her hakama pool around her feet before stepping out of her panties. She should show modesty, some apologetic notion that she was not suited for him, but their shared arousal got her past it. Her groin sported a bristly patch of returning hair.
            Nii-sama leaned back in wait, and his sister quickly got up onto his lap. The chair was crowded, but it was a non-issue in the frenzy of their arousal. It creaked a little, but her weight was so inconsequential that there was no worry. Forgive my audacity, Nii-sama… She hovered her sex above him – he could certainly feel her heat breathing down on his twitching length – and reach down to guide him in. The head nuzzled between her folds. She yielded slightly, paused, and then pressed down with a concentrated, long sigh.
            Nii-sama did not heave or groan or start grabbing at her body with selfish hands. He murmured slightly, closed his hands on the armrests of his chair, and closed his eyes, leaving the matter to her. He was somewhere else, with someone else. His meditative exhale was more controlled than her.
            He slid smoothly into her, big but not an aggressive size that caused her to hitch or rethink the possibilities. He comfortably shoved aside her walls as she enveloped him. But when her space was spent, she endeavored for him to fit just a bit more within her folds. Her face scrunched up, a determined flush taking her complexion, but she couldn’t fit him entirely inside.
            She didn’t apologize this time. He did not seem displeased and she didn’t want to interrupt his meditation. I’m starting, Nii-sama… Carefully, working muscles that hadn’t been stretched for some time, she rocked up and down on his lap, quashing the rising moans behind tight lips. She looked up from his body every now and then to check on his face; every so often, he twitched or made a deepthroated grunt. But eventually, something came out of his mouth. His right hand came up and locked on her hip, nearer to the small of her back where the pronunciation of her backside began. He said it clearer when he helped her push down on him: he spoke a name not her own. Rukia desperately doubled her efforts, no longer worried about the noises she made that may offend him. He was somewhere else in his mind; she was not there.
            Both of his hands were guiding her now, soft and tender despite wielding a blade with practiced and lethal precision daily. He clamped on her waist and increased her pace. The tranquility of his face faltered when his lips curled away from his teeth; a slight but dramatic seething. A hand went to the back of her neck instead and rushed her to his body. She gasped at their abrupt closeness, her small breasts pushing against his robes and sternum. His other arm closed about her, securing them together, pressing her hips down on him for as deep as she could take him. Was he conscious that anymore would harm her?
            The name was whispered in her hair. She felt him breathing her in with a deep inhale, holding her scent in his lungs for a prolonged period, not releasing it or her until after… Men were loud or flamboyant, making a demonstration that they were fulfilled. Not him. He took in that very deep breath, held it, and gave no sign that he reached completion. She only realized it when the throbbing occurred within her, and the burning wetness began to impact on her insides. His erection bulged, flexing to push his essence through in strong, heavy, and plentiful bursts. She was right; he was pent up for some time. The mess she had hoped to avoid previously with her mouth occurred regardless as the surplus ran back down the channel around him and overflowed from around his embedded cock.
            Rukia, now quaking herself, dutifully took it upon herself to writhe as much as she could, to stimulate and urge the most out of him to achieve a fuller release. She’d take it upon herself to do his laundry in this aftermath, indecently soiling his attire with her own wet release.
            For a while, when the spurts had already ebbed, they stayed locked together. Rukia would not budge until he issued her to. His arms were still tight around her, and he was breathing again, soft whisps that wouldn’t have been heard if his mouth was not right next to her ear and his chest not against hers. A few moments more, he wanted to breathe in a familiar scent…
            But then the relaxedness the followed a good sleep began to dissipate, his senses returning, and reality came back to him. She felt his fingers twitch on her skin, harsher than before. And just when she started to feel comfortable feeling his heartbeat on the side of her resting face, he grabbed her shoulders and held her away from him.
            “Return home, Rukia,” he said coldly, his attention diverting to the window where moonbeams now streaked across the floor.
            She stared at him like he had risen a fist to her. Things were already regressing between them, even with his cock still planting inside her. Ashamed, she bowed her head and also looked off to the side, opposite to his own gaze, to the cold, dark wall beyond the candlelight’s reach. “… Yes… Nii-sama…” She slumped out of his lap, feeling his spent penis drag out of her, pulling with it a good amount of his semen, though a greater quantity now seeped down the insides of her legs without him plugging it inside of her. She didn’t even consider cleaning it away. She only dressed promptly while he simply corrected his clothing.
            She swallowed hard – a bitter gulp of shame – and waited for an admonishment – not that he was the type to scorn directly. When he did not shift for some time, intent to commit the patterns of moonlight on the floor to memory, she bought up the reason why she had come in the first place. “I brought you… a bento…”
            “Not necessary,” he swiftly answered, and then his cold eyes swept to her, making her flinch. “I’ll head home soon.”
            She bowed her head solemnly. “Yes… Nii-sama…” Whatever warmth he had for her was inside her.
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In a Name	By : c0p13r Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 801 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own naught of BLEACH and make no money off this story.

In a Name