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Heat Of The Night	By : AlmaGemela Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 8350 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Since my driver's license does NOT say Kubo Noriaki, I do not own BLEACH. The only thing being made from this fanfiction is a hobby. But please enjoy!

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Disclaimer: Nothing in this fanfiction belongs to me save the perverted concept.

WARNING: Lemon ahoy! If you want instant gratification, it's located at the end of the chapter. But I'd like it if you took the time to read the whole thing—I worked hard on it.

It ached. His cock was heavy with need as he roughly stroked it, desperate for some form of release. The disgust he felt in perpetuating such a base act was admittedly second to what he craved to end. It was necessary to relieve himself by his own hand rather than burden Inoue-san with said affliction. Still, no matter how many times he came, the fire within his blood never fully diminished. He let out a shudder, forcing back a groan as he recalled the girl's sweet mouth and the way it had encased his organ so long ago, before doubling his efforts.

If anything, his condition only seemed to worsen over time. What was more, despite his increase of taking said problem 'in hand,' he seemed to be growing only more desensitized to his touch. The time it took to find his release increased with each session. If this continued, he feared his increase in absence would soon be noticed. While he could describe some of his seated officers quite generously as 'selectively observant,' they were not completely obtuse. Already it had been vocalized by members of the Rokubantai that he appeared to be busier as of late. Many speculated, even within his hearing, that this had occurred as a result of his taking in a guest.

In actual fact, the Kuchiki Clan had seen fit not to allow rumors to abound just yet of his courtship with Inoue-san. Though it had been confirmed that she was present and was a guest of their clan, the reasoning behind such an unorthodox development was kept rather vague. Likely, many would assume she had been summoned to aid a member of the family who had fallen ill or been injured. People did love to gossip. It had been thought that trying to hide her presence would cause more speculation as to why her reiatsu was suddenly noticed within Soul Society. Noticed, no less, from within the Kuchiki Mansion and its grounds. Rather than wasting energy in shielding her reiatsu, the Elders had seen fit to allow rumors of her visit to be expounded upon. Hiding her completely, after all, would prove to be fruitless. Especially if she was to be allowed out of doors.

He groaned once more, his voice breaking into cords of frustration as climax danced out of reach. His mind raced, conjuring events that had never even occurred. The revulsion in creating such ludicrous fantasies presently evaded his fevered mind, as he had but one focus. He envisioned Orihime wearing her school uniform. But rather than its usual utilitarian conformity, pleasurable exaggerations were given form in his mind's eye. The skirt was scandalously short, practically revealing her luscious derrière. Her blouse threatened to burst open from her cleavage, despite a generous number of buttons already left undone. She arched her back, extending an invitation as she teasingly flexed her toned thighs. That, coupled with a warm smile, made him grit his teeth in near pain. He was close, so damnably CLOSE. But for whatever cruel reason, it was not enough. She pursed her lips, pouting her dissatisfaction.

She hummed to herself, idle hands roving up over her hips toward her breasts. She moaned quietly, as though innocently pleased by the simple sensation of her own touch. She caressed the globes of flesh, pinching at the nipples before smoothing toward the straining buttons. Several more popped free at the easy insistence of her digits, and she licked her lips. One of her hands descended, the fingers swooping low before opening her wet, tight channel. She lewdly plunged them in, her innocent skirt bunching up at the movement. Several moments passed, before she delicately trailed those self-same drenched digits over her swollen breasts and sucked them into her mouth. He shuddered then, the release he sought finally ripping from his loins. However, the euphoria scarcely lingered. As the fantasy that had brought him to orgasm melted away, harsh reality settled in. Once more, his skin felt tight with irritation. His frustration with both his situation and bodily needs were vexatious. Obviously, whatever vicious compound making up the Arrancar's aphrodisiac had grown more potent.

Or perhaps his control had been brought past the breaking point. While reputed to be of strong, disciplined character, he was chagrined to learn that this did not extend to all of his facilities. He was loath to admit that, while the mind was strong, perhaps the flesh was weak. Rather, it was more susceptible in face of temptation; the likes of which he had never before experienced. He cleaned himself quickly, disgust lending flight to his efficient movements. It was because of this unforeseen 'weakness' that he now avoided his 'guest'. He had no desire to cause any distraction between them as they got to know one another better. Granted, a small voice at the back of his mind pointed out that there was a failing in this logic, as he had begun to avoid her. Even worse, he was beginning to wonder what exactly he was striving to protect her from: failure in discerning if she would make a suitable wife, or rushing hastily into a marriage that they would both soon regret. Though he was never admit so aloud, he now found himself at a loss.

He did not trust himself to linger long in her company. Yet if he avoided her entirely then this courtship was nothing more than a farce. Whatever actions he needed to now take, would have to occur soon. Before things splintered apart entirely.

"So, have things been really busy with work?" It was an innocent enough question. One Orihime hoped would be over-looked in favor of its intended goal. That being to fish out information. Rukia arched a brow, puzzled by her friend's words.

"Do you mean within the Juusanbantai, or the Juusantai itself?" Busted. So much for being subtle. Rukia was as sharp as ever She tried backtracking in a meager attempt at throwing off her friend's avid assessment of her interest.

"Well, I mean Byakuya-sama has seemed really busy as of late, so I assumed you must be working really hard as well!" Rukia might have smiled if she wasn't feeling so bemused by her friend's remark.

"Actually…there is nothing much going on within the Juusantai, let alone the Juusanbantai that would cause anyone extra work. I think it is much the same with the Rokubantai. Things have actually been fairly quiet…" She watched the other girl attempt to torpidly drink her tea. Trying to act as though nothing were bothering her. Rukia wasn't convinced. Realizing to some extent that she was inquiring after her brother, she cautiously admitted something else which had been weighing on her own mind.

"…To be honest, it's been speculated by many within the Seireitei that my brother has been mostly absent due to you." She nimbly dodged Orihime's spit-take. She pretended not to notice Orihime's shock, continuing on to clarify. "Meaning, everyone knows you're here. But not for the actual reason of courtship. My brother is a fairly private person, and the Kuchiki Clan thought it best to let slip you were here rather than try and hide your presence." She did not voice aloud her own opinion on the matter, that the Clan wished for no one to know of the courtship as they deemed it unwise. Many doubted it would last, let alone end in marriage. They wished for no smear on the Kuchiki name, and so kept it secret. Instead of voicing all of this, Rukia continued with the shallow explanation, "I only meant that they assume he had a responsibility to play host for our Clan while you stay with us." Orihime nodded in a dignified manner, the flush in her cheeks giving away her thoughts.

"Ah, I see." She really didn't.

"…So I take it he hasn't actually been around?" Rukia hedged, curious. Her brother had been true to his word in regards to his promise. He had admitted that Orihime had come to his aid when critically wounded after battling a rogue Arrancar. Afterwards, when he had been vulnerable, she had seen to his well being. On more than one occasion. He would not elaborate beyond those details, much to her annoyance. But for now, she would have to be satisfied with his thread-bare explanation. She suspected that more had been left unsaid. Yet at least no lies had been spoken. Of that she was fairly confident. She was also confident to be among few who knew of this latest development regarding the Kuchiki Clan. Yet if she were to be truly honest with herself, she found the whole thing passing strange: for a 'debt of gratitude' to evolve into a romantic courtship such as this. Especially one in which the couple rarely spent time together. She vowed to get to the bottom of this. She merely had to be patient.

Orihime didn't hesitate with her reply to Rukia. She was confused, as well as a little hurt. Her talk with Rangiku yesterday had really helped, but when Byakuya hadn't shown up for dinner last night, she could only conclude that he was actively avoiding her. Especially if his responsibilities weren't interfering with the time they might spend together. Rukia had just confirmed that wasn't a viable excuse. It left her with more questions than answers. The fact that their relationship was being kept secret made her feel as though Byakuya felt ashamed of her. She knew he was undisclosed when it came to his personal life…but to be treated as a clandestine paramour made her feel unwanted all over again.

"No. He hasn't been around at all." She twisted her fingers around the sleeves of her kimono, worrying her full bottom lip. "I don't know what's going on, or if I might have done something that might upset him. I would try talking with him, but I don't know where he's been these past few days…I don't really know what to do." Rangiku's words danced through her head then, making her smile sadly. Get him drunk. Right. Even if she could dose him with…with whatever Rangiku-chan had promised to procure, she had no way of actually ensuring he drank such a beverage. Let alone be around to test the effects of it.

"Well, he's certainly made a mess of things," Rukia chided gently, taking Orihime's hands in a rare gesture of reassurance. She wasn't usually very physical when it came to emotional outbursts. Experience had taught her to keep to her own personal space. But…this was one of those uncommon occasions where it felt necessary. She didn't mind it. Orihime was a girl worth comforting.

"I'll have a talk with him, and see what's been going on. You're supposed to be getting to know one another, after all. But in the meantime, why dwell on his mistakes? Tell you what, how about we pay a visit to the Yonbantai barracks? I'm willing to bet Yamada-san would be really pleased to see you." Orihime furrowed her brows.

"Is that allowed?" Rukia cut her off before she could refuse the offer. Orihime was in desperate need of a diversion. A sweet boy like Hanataro Yamada would be a welcome disruption of Orihime's day-to-day routine of being ignored by her brother.

"Of course it is! You are in no way restricted to the grounds. And besides, I'm sure there are also plenty of others who would be glad of your company, should we come across them." Orihime's face brightened at her words.

"Thanks so much Rukia-chan! That sounds wonderful!" They arose from the table, abandoning the remnants of their tea as they made to depart.

"Yamada-san!"

The abrupt shout of his name made Hanataro stumble in surprise. He almost dropped the tray he was carrying, and cringed at the sound of several items hitting the floor anyway. The speaker huffed a sigh, annoyed by his response. Really, the boy needed to be more observant of his surroundings. It was hardly a mystery as to why he was rarely commanded to work on his own in the field. He had skill, and lacked only some experience. But he was easily distracted, and therefore an easy target during a battle. Until he managed to comport himself as a distinguished healer of the Yonbantai, he would remained banished to the duties of menial task-work.

Satisfied that she finally had his attention, Fifth Relief Team Leader Yuri Koezu resisted rolling her eyes as she delivered her message.

"Yamada-san, some visitors are here to see you. You are hereby relieved of duty for the day, and to report to the Yonbantai barracks in order to receive them." His eyes widened at the pronouncement.

"Oh! Um….Who is it….?" While grateful for the unsuspecting rescue from his more tedious duties, he was nonetheless apprehensive. At least regarding the identity of his 'visitors'. Surely he wasn't in any sort of trouble?

"I wasn't informed. " She gestured for him to pick up the fallen items impatiently. "Now clean this up and be on your way, Yamada-san. Hurry up." Bowing to his superior, he quickly picked up the miscellaneous bottles before hastening toward the barracks. Hoping he didn't look as puzzled as he felt.

He failed spectacularly.

Yuri shook her head, pivoting on her heel as she turned to go. Really, some people got all the luck. As much as she ordinarily enjoyed her work, and took much pride in doing her job, she couldn't help but feel a little jealous. A day off now and again really sounded rather nice. Especially considering that such an occasion rarely presented itself…and with the appearance of nice weather, no less!

"Yamada-kun! How are you?" His ears perked up upon hearing that voice. He was immediately humbled by the sound of it as well. To think that she would deign to pay him a visit! He had heard rumors of Inoue-san's presence, but had never thought to have the luck of crossing paths with her; especially as she was staying as a guest at the Kuchiki Manor. As he approached, he noticed that Inoue-san was not on her own. She was accompanied by her hostess, Rukia-Sama. His day was turning out better and better!

"Inoue-san, Kuchiki-sama! How great to see you! What is it that you wish of me?" Orihime giggled at his beaming smile, the sound cascading like bubbles from a fountain. Rukia felt relieved to hear the sound. An outing had been exactly what she needed. She congratulated herself for drawing her friend out as she turned to Hanataro.

"Yamada-kun, 'Orihime-chan' is fine! You don't have to be so formal with me." He glanced nervously at Rukia, but relaxed when he saw her lips twitching into a faint smile. If they didn't care about propriety, then neither would he!

"My apologies, Orihime-chan! So…what can I do for you?" She grinned.

"Yes, that's more like it!"

"There's nothing remiss, Yamada-san. We merely thought it would be nice to see you. " His face threatened to crack at the comment, his smile was so wide.

Rukia's eyes flickered to the Yonbantai barracks around them, an idea suddenly taking root. Perhaps…she could do a bit of 'digging' while she was here. She never had gotten any satisfying answers from Kotetsu Fukutaicho or Unohana Taicho regarding her brother's visit all those weeks ago. Orihime was sure to be entertained and in good hands while with Yamada-san. So really, there was no harm in taking her leave. For a little while, at least. Whatever answers she craved, she obviously wouldn't get them from her brother willingly.

"Ah, I just remembered that I have business with Kotetsu Fukutaicho. I won't be long…" She didn't notice the way Orihime's face fell at the proclamation. But Hanataro did. He glanced curiously at his friend before quickly averting his eyes back to Kuchiki-sama.

"Yes, of course. Orihime-chan is in good hands, Kuchiki-sama!" Rukia smiled briefly at them, by which time Orihime had recovered sufficiently to smile back, covering the face of her melancholy.

"Yeah, I'll be fine, Rukia-chan! Just don't forget to come collect me when you're done! I don't think I can find my way back to the Manor on my own." Rukia inclined her head, quickening her step into a shunpo.

"I'll take my leave of you, then! Be back soon." Before the breath of a moment passed, she was gone. Orihime stifled a sigh, unaware of Hanataro's worried look.

"Is everything okay, Orihime-chan? You seem kinda down…" Orihime froze before whirling around rapidly, all the while uttering nonsense in the attempt to deny his cause for concern.

"Ah! No, no! I'm perfectly fine! Just peachy keen! Mmm…peaches…you know, I could really go for one of those right now. Peaches, I mean. They're just so sweet and fuzzy. It's strange how some fruit can be fuzzy, like peaches… and kiwis. I mean, I wonder why vegetables aren't fuzzy…" She trailed off, refusing to fully meet his eyes. Knowing she hadn't convinced him of anything.

"Orihime-chan…" She deflated at his tone. Letting some of her feelings to bleed through. Admitting to one pain in order to successfully conceal the others.

"I…I guess I've been feeling a little lonely. That's all." Rukia had abandoned her very easily. A wicked part of Orihime wondered if bringing her had been a mere ruse to disguise her true business in coming here. But…surely Rukia wasn't that scheming? Only time will tell, she decided. If Rukia takes a long while, I suppose I can't be blamed for asking her what was so important, later. Pushing the negativity into the darkest recesses of her mind, she took Hanataro's hand as she strode toward the main building.

"So, I've never had a proper tour of the famous Yonbantai facility!" Taking up the hint, he immediately began to lead her. Whatever was troubling her, it had seemed to pass. Perhaps she really only was lonely. He wasn't the most perceptive of beings so it could be that he had only imagined her crestfallen look. He didn't mean to pry…but he hated the thought of his friend, whom he seldom had the pleasure of seeing, being distressed in any way. In any case, if what she required was some company, he was more than glad to oblige.

"Then by all means, Inou—I mean, Orihime-chan. Let me be your guide!" She laughed merrily, allowing the joy of the moment to wash over her rather than the disquieting emotions deep inside. Even now they were tumbling beneath the surface of her carefree facade.

"Lead on!"

Isane felt near the end of her patience. It had taken nearly twenty precious minutes, but she had finally shaken the irrepressibly curious Rukia Kuchiki from her trail. She had been avoiding her for the better part of several hours. As luck would have it, Yuri Koezu had dropped by the office a while back. Seeking to inform her that Kuchiki and Inoue were on the grounds and visiting with young Hanataro Yamada. It was standard procedure, to inform the Fukutaicho or Taicho of visitors who were not considered patients in possession of abundant reiatsu. Or even those of Noble standing, like Kuchiki Taicho's sister.

However, upon hearing of their presence, she decided to make herself scarce. She had an inkling that Rukia Kuchiki might have another reason for visiting the Yonbantai barracks with Orihime Inoue. Visiting a member of the Yonbantai for the fun of it wasn't likely high on the list. Unwilling to be cornered, she aborted her paperwork in the excuse of tending to more menial tasks. So began a game of cat and mouse, with members of staff calling out upon seeing her that 'Kuckiki-Sama is looking for you!...Rukia Kuchiki wanted to talk to you about something…"

If she didn't possess an intimate knowledge regarding the layout of the Yonbantai facility, Isane had little doubt that Rukia would have caught up with her long ago due to sheer determination. She could be very stubborn. While not blood-related, it was obvious the Kuchiki siblings shared more than one characteristic in terms of personality. This trait was certainly one of them. And it was running Kotetsu Fukutaicho ragged. She was ducking in and out of patients' rooms, checking charts, offering advice, directing junior officers…She didn't know how much longer she could keep this up. She rounded a corner, eyes downcast in her fatigue.

She ran smack-into Unohana Taicho, falling gracelessly on her ass at the unexpected meeting. Unohana Taicho smiled patiently, reaching down to assist her Fukutaicho in regaining her feet.

"Ah, I'm sorry Unohana Taicho! I didn't see you there…" Her Taicho gave her a warm smile, reprimanding her gently.

"It's important to be aware of your surroundings, Isane Fukutaicho." Isane brushed the hair from her eyes sheepishly.

"Yes, of course Unohana Taicho. I'm…I guess a bit distracted." She felt chagrined.

"So I have heard," the older woman murmured, "You've been quite busy this afternoon! Actively seeing to your duties…well, discounting the administrative ones." Isane felt her cheeks flare bright red. It was unlike her to neglect paperwork. Her Taicho really was too perceptive. It seemed not even a whisper could escape her notice within the Yonbantai.

"Ah, sorry about that. I'll see to —"

"No need to worry, Isane Fukutaicho. I was only teasing. You of course may finish filling out the necessary documentation tomorrow. So long as it is filed by evening the following day, there is no reason to fret. I trust…something important came up?" Way too perceptive. Letting out a sigh, her eyes quickly assessed their location. They were standing in the middle of an expansive corridor. Much too exposed for Isane's comfort. There was a storage closet to their left. That would have to do.

"Actually, in regards to that…"she gestured towards the storage unit in question, making her preference known. Unohana chuckled, sweeping the door open before bowing lightheartedly to her lieutenant.

"But of course. Discretion is to be advised. Please, after you." After both women were comfortably tucked away within the confines of the supply room, Unohana Taicho gently placed her humor aside. "Now, what is it that must be discussed behind the confines of a door?"

"It's Rukia Kuchikia," Isane confessed, voice low. "She came with Inoue-san for a visit. I believe to see Yamada-san, one of our lower ranking officers. But instead of remaining in their company, she been relentlessly seeking me out. I suspect to find out more information regarding her brother's recent…private appointment."

"I see." Unohana acknowledged gravely.

"So I've been dodging her at every turn," Isane continued, a tinge of annoyance lacing through her voice, "hoping I can preserve what is meant to be patient-confidentiality—"

"You mentioned Inoue-san is with her?" surprised at the swift change in topic, she nonetheless confirmed.

"Well, yes, she was…but I doubt they're together at the moment. From what I've been led to believe, Yamada-san has been giving Inoue-san a bit of tour while Kuchiki-san tries to hunt me down." A slow smile broadened over Unohana's face, momentarily puzzling Isane as to its source.

"I believe she is currently a guest at the Kuchiki residence. Is she not…?"

"Well, yes. I've heard that, too. Her presence would suggest that's true, based on…" her eyes widened. "A—are you insinuating that she might be…? But I thought that she had been summoned to heal a member of the Kuchiki Clan!…Surely they aren't—she isn't…" She was flabbergasted in face of the idea. It was hard to fathom that the normally stoic Taicho of the Rokubantai might be romantically entangled with the buoyant and insouciant young woman from the world of the living. It was almost laughable. However, knowing what she did of Kuchiki Taicho's…'condition', she supposed that such a relationship wasn't completely impossible. Especially considering how well suited their temperaments might be to one another…not that it was any of her business to speculate, but still…

"I think, Isane Fukutaicho, we should see how Yamada-san and Inoue-san are getting along. Don't you?"

"B—but what about Kuchiki-san?"

"You can leave that to me," She carefully shuffled out of the closet, her Fukutaicho following behind. "For now, I should like to see Inoue-san. I believe we have much to discuss." At a loss for words, Isane trailed silently in her wake.

"Yamada-kun, I don't know how you manage to find your way around here! I'm positive I would get lost! It's like a labyrinth." She grinned at her friend, nodding to those who passed them in the corridors. Many smiled or waved back as they walked by. Hanataro smiled shyly, resisting to the urge to scratch his head at the unfamiliar praise.

"Ah, it's not that complicated. The tunnels beneath the Seireitei are far worse." Orihime's eyes widened, suitably impressed.

"Yes! I heard all about those from Kurosaki-kun! He said that he and Ganju-san would have been lost without you to guide them." His ears turned crimson at the compliment.

"Ah…uh, well…"

"You know, I bet those tunnels would be the perfect place to play Sardines," she said, punching her fist into the air enthusiastically. Noting Hanataro's confused look, she began to extrapolate. "It's this game, see…Sort of like 'Hide N' Seek,' only instead of everyone hiding and one person trying to seek them out, just one person hides. Then, everyone has go to find that one person in hiding. You're supposed to do it in the dark, so it can be pretty spooky. Which is why most people playing prefer to break off into small groups instead of going it alone. Anyway, once you find the person in hiding, you join them!"

"…join them?" He looked befuddled, struggling to keep up with the complete change in topic.

"Yes!" she smiled enthusiastically, " That way, everyone is hiding together! All squished into one place, like sardines in a can. The losers are the ones who didn't manage to find the hiding spot." She ticked her head to the side, reflecting quietly. "You know, I really think it should be called 'Pickles,' instead of 'Sardines.' You don't get many of those fish inside such small cans. But pickles on the other hand….they're not kidding around with those when they stuff them into a jar! And all of that pickle juice…" She tensed visibly, breaking off her rambling train of thought. Both she and Hanataro noted the change of reiatsu in the air. While not abrasive, the constricting increase still felt like a thick blanket had been swathed around them. Clearly a Taicho was nearby, probably intentionally failing to mask their presence. Using the maneuver as a sort of announcement for their coming. They didn't have to wait long.

Unohana Taicho and Isane Kotetsu rounded the corner, the former with a serene smile on her lips. Her Fukutaicho looked minutely uncomfortable, but her expression smoothed at their approach. She could not cease, however, stealing quick glances at Orihime. The curious teen took note of this, but failed to comment. She rarely did bring up her astute observations; especially to those whom they pertained. Both she and Hanataro executed polite bows, masking their surprise with polite smiles.

"Unohana Taicho, Kotetsu Fukutaicho! How nice to see you! It's been a while!" Retsu Unohana warmly matched Orihime's smile with one of her own.

"Indeed it has, Inoue-san. I trust we find you well?" Orihime nodded with the guilelessness of a child.

"Yes, thank you! Yamada-kun was just giving me a tour of your facilities! I'm happy to finally have a chance to explore. The last time I came to the Seiretei, we were all in such a hurry. So it's nice to come back and be able to appreciate all of the little things."

"Yes…I can imagine." Isane's voice sounded hollow even to her own ears. She couldn't stop staring at the young woman who had become entangled within the Kuchiki Clan. Obviously, she could only speculate as to the truth regarding the relationship between the teenager and the Juusantai's most famous Taicho. But she had an inkling as to what had influenced such a drastic occurrence. She felt both anxious and impressed at the possibility; yet no amount of fretting would protect the vulnerable girl from what now lay before her. Regardless of her own feelings, the Fukutaicho of the Yonbantai refused to speak until she knew all of the facts, or unless her opinion was asked. But the likelihood of the latter was quite improbable. She and Inoue-san rarely exchanged words. So for now she would merely speculate. She had an idea as to what her Taicho's purpose was, but was curious in respect to how such a subtle contrivance might be executed.

"I take it your stay at the Kuchiki Manor has been very pleasant? That is very good to hear." Unohana's tone was pure honey. Her deep blue eyes flickered toward Hanataro, the kind look on her face never faltering. Isane took that as her cue to remove him from the impending conversation.

"Yamada-san, if you wouldn't mind, I would greatly appreciate your assistance with something." It had been phrased as a request. Yet such a request couldn't be refused from such a higher-ranking officer. Taking the dismissal for what it truly was, he glanced apologetically at his friend as he replied, "Of course, I would be honored." Nodding to the women, he respectfully followed after his Fukutaicho, jogging slightly in order to keep up with her unconsciously fast gate.

Orihime looked more fully at the serene looking woman left in front of her. Clearly she had a purpose in separating her from the presence of her friend.

"I suppose you're wondering why I sought you out." The older woman stated gently. Orihime gave her an easy smile of her own. But it would be a lie to say it wasn't tinted with trepidation.

"Is it something regarding Kuchiki Taicho?" She fished. Retsu nodded, pleased with how astute the younger woman was.

"You could say that, yes. But it is of far greater import to you. I should like to discuss this matter in my office, over tea, if that is permissible." Orihime laughed.

"Sure, but may I visit a bathroom on the way? I had some tea earlier with Rukia-chan, too."

"Most understandable. There is a private one located in my office." She wondered at the wisdom of it, but she asked anyway.

"I hope she doesn't think I got lost. Will she be able to join us later…?" Orihime wasn't sure she wanted to hear what the older woman might have to say. Based on the fact that the Yonbantai Taicho had taken pains to have a private conversation with her, it didn't portend anything positive.

"Undoubtedly. Now please, follow me." Faltering in her step, she followed after the benevolent shinigami.

Rangiku Matsumoto was in a good mood. Suffice to say, things were currently patterning out as predicted. She preferred to live for the moment, which usually warranted unpredictability. So she enjoyed it when things fell into place. While monotony was the mind-killer, a life of leisure and routine definitely suited her. As luck would have it, Kyoraku Taicho did indeed have a small amount of the potent liquor she had promised to procure for Orihime. It hadn't taken much wheedling on her part. Mostly because she had chosen her words carefully when providing information as to what it was for. She knew the power in choose her words—when to be vague and when to be blunt and to the point. Occasion had called for the latter.

More than happy to supply the rare bit of saké, in exchange for juicy details regarding what would inevitably occur afterward, Kyoraku had insistently pressed it on her and she had been on her merry way. Truth be told, she had ulterior motives in initially helping Orihime. She had been curious about the rumors flying around about Kuchiki—the ice prince himself, and his guest Inoue. At first, she didn't personally give a shit as it didn't involve her. Many gossiped about her after all, and as such she didn't usually give credence to popular rumors and trivial speculation. But the fact that her one-time host had seemed so genuinely lost…

It had really gotten to her. It reminded her of another time and place, when the same young woman had needed encouragement for staying by a certain Substitute Shinigami's side. Or at the very least, confirmation that she wasn't an idiot for doing so. Both incidences greatly reminded her of herself when she was younger, and made her want to reach out to the younger woman. As the old adage went: 'the suffering can smell their own.' In doing this, she was doing effectively killing two birds with one stone: helping a friend, and attaining satisfaction assisting a couple that would likely do well together. If shoved in the right direction. Hard. She enjoyed a challenge.

Practically humming a tune, Rangiku slowed her gait from a shunpo as she neared the Kuchiki residence. Slipping onto the grounds undetected, she ventured toward the plum trees where Orihime's rooms were situated. Moving stealthily like a shadow, she moved past a low table that had recently been cleared of tea, and gently set the airtight container on Orihiime's futon.

Well, that's done. Strange how Orihime didn't seem to be anywhere in the vicinity. She would have liked to wring a few details from the girl. Such as when she planned to put the beverage to good use. Among other things. Before she could contemplate the situation further, awareness of a rapidly approaching reiatsu set in. Moving quickly, she exited the chamber as lithely as a cat and rushed outside onto the grounds. She had almost breathed a sigh a relief when she was suddenly cut off.

By none other than Kuchiki Taicho.

Well, drat. She thought. And I was in such a nice mood. Keeping a straight face, she tried her luck.

"Good afternoon, Kuchiki Taicho! What brings you here?" He arched a critical brow.

"…to my own home?"

"No," she amended cheekily, " to Inoue-san's chambers. Were you seeking her company?" She had meant to distract him; embarrass him so that he wouldn't think too much of her visiting his guest. To her surprise, he looked slightly…abashed at the playful accusation. Or maybe it was just her imagination? He wasn't meeting her gaze. And his usually immaculate shihakusho, if only to the trained eye, looked slightly ruffled. Interesting.

"…You also have a need to speak with her?"

She shrugged, doing her best to look carefree. "Just looking for a chance to catch up. Some girl talk. But she doesn't seem to be in." That last statement caught his attention.

"Where is she?" he asked tightly. Startled by the direct question, she replied without thinking.

"I don't know…but…I would hazard a guess at the Yonbantai barracks." She had his rapt attention.

"Why there?"

"She's friends with a young officer there. Hana—I mean, Yamada-san. If I were bored and tired of being cooped up, I'd seek out some company, too."

"…indeed." Realizing her mistake in phrasing, she tried to rectify her slip of the tongue.

"…I'll bet that she's there with your sister! Since they're good friends and all." He nodded, absently, already turning to leave. In the span of a breath, he had left Matsumoto Fukutaicho behind.

Whatever Kami might be his witness, he silently prayed that they were listening. He dreaded the thought of Orihime at the Yonbantai. Likely seeking answers. Much like his piquantly inquisitive sister. Only the former would be seeking the truth behind his recent avoidance of her. Likely she would discover more…and be disgusted. He hastened the pace of his shunpo, unwilling to let that happen. He tried pinpointing her location by sensing her reiatsu. Were he not so distracted of late, he would have noticed her absence long before approaching her rooms. He had allowed an encounter with the more distasteful Juubantai Fukutaicho in the hopes that he could learn of his errant guest's whereabouts. He expedited his pace once he realized where Orihime Inoue was located. In the direction of the Yonbantai barracks.

She took her time, allowing the cool water to swirl over her skin as she washed her hands at the sink. She hadn't needed to use the bathroom. Not really. It had been more of an excuse; a means by which to organize her tattered thoughts. She was putting up a brave front, but her nerves were frayed. She really didn't know what Unohana Taicho wanted to discuss. Something important. But intuition told her that it wouldn't be very pleasant. Glancing up at the mirror, she allowed her cinnamon eyes to trace her own reflection. It stated back, empty and apathetic. Sighing quietly, she flicked her fingers to rid them of excess water before toweling them off. No point in putting off the inevitable. She exited the room, shuffling toward her present hostess.

Clear blue eyes captured her own from over a tea cup, as Unohana placed it delicately on to its saucer. A simple, albeit exquisite, arrangement of cookies accompanied the refreshing looking tea set. Orihime scooted into her seat, doing her best not to appear undignified. She was more than a little self-conscious to be in present company, but did her best to swallow her discomfort as she comported herself with a polite smile. The Taicho of the Yonbantai returned it with one of her own, gesturing toward the proffered sweets as she poured their tea.

Munching lightly on a cute biscuit, Orhime tried her best not to get crumbs on her lovely summer yukata. It was something the Kuchiki Clan had provided during her stay, and she was more than a little worried about staining the beautiful pink fabric encrusted with faded bellflowers. It would be difficult, though. She was starving.

"I trust you have an idea as to what is afflicting Kuchiki Taicho?" Orihime choked on her cookie.

Embarrassed, she reached for her teacup, knocking back some of the hot beverage in an effort to clear her throat. She burned her tongue a little in the process. Thoroughly chagrined, she brought her humbled gaze back to the other woman. A patient woman who was bedecked with understanding, and wore it as easily as a string of beaded pearls. Orihime coughed quietly once more, pushing back any further remnants of her snack before trying to speak.

"I—ah—I sort of forgot that you knew about that." Retsu Unohana smiled, taking a sip of her own tea.

"Yes, he did pay the Yonbantai a visit in an effort to gain a better understanding of how the Arrancar's aphrodisiac would affect him." She set down her cup, reflecting, " It is, shall we say, rather biomorphic in nature." Orihime hesitated.

"H—he did make it sound like there wasn't really a cure." She babbled on, nervous under what felt to be the shinigami's observing scrutiny. "He said that there was a limited knowledge regarding such things….and…uh…that it should wear off… in time."

"And has it?" She continued at Orhime's puzzled look. "Does he continue to copulate with you?" Orihime felt her face grow hot; her skin probably a shade enviable to any tomato. Still, she tried to answer the question. Her voice was soft, frail with anxiety.

"I….I uh….don't…um"

"He is avoiding you, then?" Brown eyes widened at the equitable statement.

"H—how did you know…?" Unohana shrugged, pouring the girl another generous cup of tea. Orihime picked it up and sipped immediately, but it wasn't because she was particularly thirsty. She just needed something to do with her hands. The fact that drinking tea would also occupy her mouth and deter her further from answering additional embarrassing questions was a bonus.

"Merely a logical assumption. He is, shall we say, a fairly guarded person." She was interrupted by Orihime snorting, mumbling as she did.

"Yeah, and then some…." Chuckling quietly, Unohana agreed. "Yes. To put it lightly, he is unused to experiencing vulnerability in any shape or form. Having avoided physical, and indeed very likely emotional, intimacy for the past fifty years has cost him. In all likelihood, it has made him complacent with being self-reliant. Rather than asking for assistance, he is stubborn enough that he would rather endure the discomfort of refusing it. So much as he could help it, at least." Orihime wrinkled her nose. Well, that's just stupid!

"It is very foolish," the Yonbantai Taicho concurred, on par with the other girl's thoughts. "Given that I do not know the complete elemental structure of the aphrodisiac with which Kuchiki Taicho has become infected, I have little to surmise beyond this," She fixed Orihime with a knowing look, " it will only lose it's potency after achieving its intended design."

"What do you mean?"

"Simply that…tending to one's own needs will do nothing to abate contamination. If anything, I suspect it will only exasperate the situation."

"Is—is he in pain?" she was alarmed at the thought. That's why he's been avoiding me? Because he's been trying to handle it on his own? She was ashamed to feel a slight tingle of arousal at the efficacious mental image of Byakuya pleasuring himself. "Is that what you wanted to tell me…? That I should sleep with him…? And that would resolve his condition?"

"Yes, that is correct." Orihime's tea cup clattered nervously back to its saucer. She could hardly believe how calm Unohana Taicho was being regarding the whole situation.

"Bu—but I thought you said….that this—"

"I understand that this has all come as a bit of shock to you," Uhohana soothed, "but I did not exaggerate when I stated that this has more to do with you than it does him. This 'amorous serum,' had but one purpose in its intended function. It was meant as a two-pronged, synthetic drug. To dually serve as a means to enceinte a partner as well as arouse its host." Whatever appetite Orhime had was gone in wake of this startling revelation.

"Are you saying this was—is…a fertility drug?" She sputtered.

"Yes. I wanted to caution you so that you might have the chance to take the necessary precautions. I believe women of your age in the world of the living do not customarily have children anymore. At least, not among those who participate within westernized society."

"That's…about right," Orihime muttered hollowly, still in shock. Her mind was spinning. It's not just that he can only be cured by…copulating…with me. I'm at serious risk of becoming pregnant! That is, if I'm not already…

"I can provide you with a lubricant that is meant to negate pregnancy, but as I do not know the exact potency of the compound affecting Kuchiki Taicho, I cannot promise complete success."

"I would greatly appreciate that…thank you." She felt numb, unable to latch on to any one feeling. She heard the faint shuffling of drawers, after which Unohana Taicho supplied her with an innocuous-looking jar. She looked as though she were about to say something more, but never got the chance. The door suddenly burst open without warning.

Both women were startled at the initial intrusion by the unannounced guest. But Unohana Taicho recovered more quickly than her young guest. "Ah, Kuchiki Rukia-san! What brings you here?" Rukia was out of breath, but fought to control it in the effort to appear more dignified.

"I'm—I'm very sorry to interrupt. But you see…it's high time…that we…took our leave—" The sentence was barely out of her mouth when her brother practically materialized at her side. Rukia froze, clearly not comfortable at his sudden appearance. Orihime had to actively keep her mouth from falling open. As discreetly as possibly, she smuggled the jar beneath the generous folds of her obi, hoping he hadn't noticed it.

"Ah, Kuchiki Taicho, how nice of you to join us."

"I apologize for disrupting your tea, but I have a need to speak with my guest." Rukia's eyes flickered between the two captains, apprehension clear on her features. Unohana smiled politely, a knowing gleam in her eye.

"Do you mean to spirit her away?"

"It is unavoidable."He said stiffly in way of apology. She bowed slightly, as Orihime arose, concentrating on simultaneously not blushing while not dropping the precious cargo now hidden by her clothes.

"Thank you for the tea and advice, Uhohana Taicho. Please give my warm regards to Yamada-kun and Kotetsu Fukutaicho." She bowed formally, then slowly made her way to Byakuya, who was watching her like a hawk. She smiled nervously at Rukia, "I will see you later—"

"Tomorrow," Byakuya supplied abruptly for her. Startled, she complied without thinking, reiterating the sentiment.

"Ah, yes…see you tomorrow, Rukia-chan!" He gently wrapped his arm about her waist, and they were away. Rukia envied his ability to use a shunpo step without looking even the slightest bit winded.

"…I trust you are up to speed on current events, Kuchiki-san?" She froze, knowing she had been caught out. She hadn't meant to listen at the door. Not really. But in the end her desire to know what was going on had won over her sense of propriety not to eavesdrop. She had been out of breath in panic at the rapid approach of her brother, and so interrupted the private conversation.

"…More or less." She admitted. Unohana gestured for the vacated seat set before her desk, indicating that she should sit. Rukia felt her eyes widen.

"What else have you a need know?"

No word was uttered. Not until Orihime found herself carefully set upon a stone bench. One that was over-looking the koi pond on the Kuchiki grounds. Her mind was still reeling from the dizzying speed, as well as in light of what she had just learned from Unohana Taicho.

Pregnant…I could be pregnant…Once again, the possibility haunted her. It made her want to coil up with fear. She wanted to be a mother some day. Jus — just not right as of this moment.

"Of what did you speak?" His voice held a provocative, rich velvet undertone. It hinted at the emotions, normally kept hidden, battling just beneath the surface. Realizing this, she brought her eyes to his.

"My situation," she replied vaguely. She dropped her gaze. There was a rustle of cloth as he knelt before her, seeking to capture her eyes once more.

"And…?" he prompted. In a fit of petulant rage, she shoved him. Hard. Not expecting the move, he was thrown off balance.

"Why?!" She practically cried, "why would you do this to yourself? Do you have any idea how much people care about you? How much everyone worries about you? And wasn't the point in my being here supposed to be for—"

"It wasn't for that," he snapped tightly, cutting her off. "I did not bring you here to attend to my…baser needs." Orihime huffed, clearly exasperated.

" I know that! I was going to say 'for getting to know each other!' But instead all you've been doing is avoiding me—!"

"To protect you!"

"From what?!" she exploded, "What's the worst that can happen?" His eyes flashed to her stomach, making her falter. But she rallied again, determined to make him see sense. "Even if I did fall pregnant, would that really be so bad?" For her it would be. But she wasn't about to admit that. Not to him. She wasn't about to make this about her. He was suffering over something that wasn't completely under his control. She was armed with a contraceptive now, so she wouldn't try to guilt him about that. If she was already pregnant, there was nothing she could do about it. But in case she wasn't, she would take the necessary precautions.

It took a moment for him to reply, choosing his words gingerly.

"I had thought…such an occurrence would result in being a distraction. While I do crave children," her eyes widened at that statement. He arose, capturing her hands with his own in uncharacteristic sentiment, "I realize that now would be an inopportune time. I wish to know you, Orihime Inoue. Your likes and dislikes. What you want, what you fear… I did not seek to avoid your company for any reason beyond avoiding temptation. My…condition has worsened of late." She could see it pained him to admit the latter.

"I…kind of came to that conclusion." He gave her a sharp look. "Unohana Taicho wanted to warn me about that. And how you were likely…ah…trying to take care of things on your own." His eyes narrowed. She tightened her grip on his hands, hoping to distract him from his rising ire. "And also how the…stuff affecting you…wasn't meant to be just an aphrodisiac," She said in a rush, trying to dispel the confusion that had appeared on his face, "it was also supposed to act as a means to ensure pregnancy. Sort of like a fertility drug." She grabbed the jar from its nesting place, showing it to him with the hand she had managed to untangle from his own. He stared at the innocent looking jar, unblinking, unable to fathom his own thoughts. "So Unohana Taicho gave me this. To assist with…not conceiving."

He didn't reply. He had no response to give in light of this startling revelation. So she decided to keep talking. If he was to be cured, things had been delayed long enough. If anything in their budding relationship was to progress, it seemed that it was to be left up to her. The ball was in her court, and they couldn't continue on as they had been doing.

"You wanted to know my likes? I love red bean paste and peanut butter. Sometimes together. I like comedies and floral patterns. I also like doing handicrafts, although I'm not as talented as Ishida-kun. I dislike bland food and being unable to help my friends…And I want…those who I care about to trust in me. To stand by me whether I'm right or wrong, serious or silly. To love me for me. And I fear…" mustering past her shyness, she stared up at him. Looking for strength as she tried to get lost in his deep, cerulean eyes, "I fear it's not me you want, but these feelings you think I invoke. I—I can't be your Hisana-hime…" If he was startled by the proclamation, he hid it well.

"No. You are not Hisana Kuchiki." She flinched, trying to step away from him. But he didn't allow it, "...but you can be someone important to me. You can simply be…'Orihime.' " She stilled.

"…Is that really …what you desire?" she asked shyly, unable to meet his probing stare.

" I desire many things." He returned simply. It wasn't everything that she wanted or needed to hear. But it was a start. Jamming the container back behind the confines of her obi, she responded immediately. Grasping the lapels of his shihakusho, she brought herself up and kissed him full on the mouth. He responded immediately. Tilting back her head and tipping her jaw so that he might have unfettered access as he plundered her mouth with his own. She hardly noticed he had moved until she found herself securely wrapped in his arms. Within the span of a heartbeat he had used a shunpo so that they were in his rooms. She hardly gave it a second thought as she slid from his grasp, her mounting arousal causing her to become bold. She pushed him away from her suddenly, locking eyes with him as she determinedly took out the lubricant and began loosening the restricting fabric of her clothes.

Satisfied with what she had done, she then determinedly stepped closer and abruptly grabbed his hands. Squeezing them warmly, she strategically placed them on her person, encouraging him to partake of her invitation. There was a trace of reticence to her vigorous movements as she slid his palm seductively across her own damp flesh. She barely held back a gasp as she felt him slowly cup her generous rear, but expelled an unmeaning breath as she roughly encouraged him to squeeze with her own hand. She couldn't tell if the sweat now beading along her skin had been brought on by the rush of excitement now thundering inside her or simply from the onslaught of her movements. She felt more than heard him let out a groan, and the blood rushed beneath her skin with passion. As if to speak of her diffidence, her nipples tightened against the fabric of her kimono. He seemed at a loss as to what to do. Though that could very well stem from his shock at her sudden aggressive behavior. This was levels beyond their steamy encounter in her kitchen. That episode had escalated with a mutual fervor. Not to mention peanut butter.

She realized she was acting out of character: initiating an ardent encounter such as this. Ordinarily she wouldn't dare dream of being this bold. But after her talk with Matusmoto Fukutaicho…

She thrust herself against the proof of his arousal, grinding against his hard length in strident enthusiasm. Only the fabric of his hakama kept him from penetrating her fully. He let out a hiss at the erotic and unexpected motion. He flexed his hand then, as if promising his other limbs would soon come into play. It wasn't enough. Kami, not nearly enough! She shoved his hands away, only to rip open the lapels of her kimono and jyuban before passionately snatching up both of his hands and forcing them to grope her heaving, bra-covered breasts. Violently, she ground against him once more in unabashed enthusiasm. He bucked beneath her, his expression darkening as he stared up at the suddenly brazen young woman. She forced his hands to squeeze, grasping handfuls of her flesh. She uttered a keening moan, undulating against him in approval before returning his rapt gaze with a molten look of her own.

The rich blue depths of his eyes were endless tunnels, full of what Orihime imagined to be mirrored stars, fathomless in their intensity. They were fierce as they burned into her, full of unspoken promise even as his arm fluidly slipped behind her back and further crushed her against him. She nearly emitted a yelp as his wet, hot mouth found an errant nipple. She faltered in her movements, momentarily lost in the onslaught of his returned passion. She shoved against his chest, tearing his hands away as she scrambled off of him. Startled by the change, he hardly had time to react before she had shoved away the fabric her wrapped her lips around his shaft. He uttered an inelegant grunt, falling back onto the futon, scarcely aware he had risen in the first place.

She was a flurry of open-mouthed kisses, languorous strokes of her tongue teasing him relentlessly. He tried twining his dexterous fingers into her hair, but she violently untangled them. He watched her with hazed, lust-filled eyes as she stood abruptly. She shucked the remainder of her clothing, stripping out of her underwear and unsnapping the clasp of her bra. She then grasped him, hot and heavy in her hands, slowly guiding him into her core. His breath held a crescendo of emotion, the fervor of their coupling nearly undoing him. She looked at him then, eyes sweeping drunkenly over his countenance in a covetous flourish.

His midnight black hair was fanned out across the pillow, the kenseikan nowhere to be seen. His clothing was a disheveled mess, a testament to their deeds. He was breathing laboriously, and her gaze caught on the sight of his delicious, sweat-slicked chest as he fought to catch his breath. She pounced.

He gave out a shout as she stroked his body with her own, roughly peppering him with kisses that threatened to turn into love bites. Then, carefully, oh so carefully, she shimmied down and rubbed his shaft against her own raw, wet opening. Snatching up the lubricant that lay nearby, she applied it vigorously to her fingers before taking him carefully in hand. She spread it generously, satisfied it would do its intended duty as Unohana Taicho had promised. She then pressed onto him fully, his impressive length penetrating her inch by delicious inch. The effort it took to appear calm was given away by the whisper of strain in her shaking limbs. She swallowed convulsively when he suddenly rolled his hips, entering her completely. Flesh against flesh. Locking his hands into a grip her own, his eyes did the same. Captured by his stare, by his deft, talented fingers…she felt her insides tighten viciously with need. She didn't bother holding back her cries, matching his rhythm with her own.

She had started this…had begun this dance along the tide of this joyous rush only to find herself pushed further out to sea. Waves of pleasure and pain crashed over her as they pushed and pulled with their sex-soaked bodies. She was close, oh so unbearably close to that delicious precipice of euphoria. She could feel it twisting tighter and tighter within her womb, winding rigidly into an orgasm just waiting to burst forth. Shattering her into pieces. She didn't have long to wait, and she uttered a scream as she fell over the precipice of completion. He followed soon after. They breathed heavily, satiated by their deed. After a few minutes, Orihime shyly looked up, a smile on her lips.

"So…what are your likes and dislikes?"

A/N: Admittedly, not as much Byakuya POV as I initially intended. But I can't say I'm too disappointed with where this went. I'll save some POV for the next chapter.

As always, please notify me if there are any spelling or grammar errors. Thanks so much for reading…so please review!
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