Sakura and Snow

The days after the funeral were slow but there were no further hollow attacks within the Soul Society. Ukitake had resumed his work, not having seen the Captain of Squad 8 for some time. No matter how many times he bathed, it seemed like the touch of Kyouraku’s fingers on his skin and that warm grip on his member he couldn’t replicate.

His sickly, sometimes clammy skin just couldn’t make that warmth.

Looking down at his desk, he had blinked when he realized that he had managed to write right on the wood of the desk. Huffing, he set his brush down, pushing away from it and rising to his feet.

“Captain?”An assistant inquired when he saw him rise.

“I’m going for a brief walk. Most of the paperwork is done so please return to rest if you wish.”The Captain said, casting a smile. The assistant looked grateful, rising, bowing and then seeing to tidying up the office.
Bowing slightly in return, the Captain left, heading out of the office and down the halls. In truth, he wasn’t feeling well and he could feel the start of a headache. Slinking off towards his home, he stepped on to the small dock, looking up to see a bright pink kimono and hat standing at the door.

“Oh hey Jyuu-chan, guess I waited long enough you would come along.”Kyouraku said, grinning widely. The pale haired Captain couldn’t help but blush, his memories flashing back to that night only a few days before.

“What are you doing here…I’m sure you’ve already left Nanao with the paper work again?”Ukitake said, raising a credulous eyebrow, walking over to slide the screen open, allowing his ‘friend’ to come in. If that’s what he could call him now.

“Still have some of that sake left? Nanao hid my already hidden stash somewhere.”Shun asked, scratching the back of his head after having removed his hat. Sitting down, he watched as Ukitake removed his captain’s haori to get down to his under-robe he used to sleep in.

“There’s still some left…”He answered, folding his uniform and settling himself on his bedding once more. Shunsui smiled, seeking out a glass and pouring himself a helping, sitting down by the futon.

“How’ve you been doing?”The burly male inquired, reaching down and petting down a bit of Ukitake’s snowy hair since he had lain down on the futon. He was just as gentle as he was before.

“A little bit better…Everyone has kept up their work…though, I feel as if I have been slacking.” He answered honestly, looking up with furrowed eyebrows. “I don’t know what’s wrong…I haven’t been feeling truly ill…”

Shun brought a hand through his sleeve so it rested on the inside, bringing it to rest on his fuzzy chin. “Hm…Maybe you’re just feelin’ restless? I know I get like that sometimes…”He said with a smirk.

“You’re always restless, my friend…”Ukitake said with a short laugh.

“Mmm…”Shunsui hummed, drinking down his glass of sake and setting the glass down. “I have a suggestion…”

“Really wha—“Ukitake said with a jump when the scruffy captain leaned in, pressing his lips against the paler ones.

Again, he didn’t know what to do. His body felt tired but something ran through him like a lightning bolt to his system. His body wanted to move, pull the man kissing him down and ravage him wildly until he went cross-eyed. Shunsui had already read his mind.

“I see you’ve missed me…”A low whisper resounded in his ear. There was a quick chill when the blanket was pulled away and another warm body was covering him up. “I know just the medicine…To get rid of this restless feeling you’ve been having lately…Jyuushiro..”

“Shu…nn!”Ukitake flinched when he felt the same hand that had squeezed him once before touch him again. His hips thrust upwards to the warm, biting his lower lip. There was nothing now really keeping Shunsui’s hand from diving down underneath his robes and to fondle where he craved to be touched. Yet, the hand still stayed on the fabric.

“W…what are you? Keep going!”He begged, getting a lusty grin from Shunsui right above him.

“I have a better idea…”Shunsui answered, reaching from his groin to the belt that kept his clothing shut. Ukitake craned his head down, seeing a hand undo the belt and pull it from around his hips. “This’ll make things a little more interesting…”

Shunsui helped Ukitake to sit up, wrapping the obi belt around his eyes, blocking his vision from whatever Shun may be doing. Ukitake could hear more rustling, his hands being grabbed together and something silky running across his wrists. He shivered.

“Cold?”Shunsui inquired, seeing his friend shiver as he fell back onto the futon again.

“Whatever it is…”Ukitake said, wringing his wrists around some. “The fabric is so cold…”

Shunsui smile could only grow wider, pulling the cloth upwards and in turn, Ukitake’s hands. The motion let the front of his robes fall open, exposing the pale body beneath it. His hand slid slowly from the cloth around Ukitake’s hands, sliding down to his face and down further to his chest.

“Bakudo Sai.”He chanted, Ukitake grunted as his arms were jerked down so they were underneath him, stiff like they had been bound up to the shoulder by an invisible force. Well, there were certainly enough uses for the technique that Shunsui was for sure.

“Are you cold now?”He purred into his ear, his hand slowly moving from the spot on his chest to the upper right, his finger running along an erect, pinkened bud. Ukitake twitched. It was such a cold, tingling feeling and he arched when he felt a warm, wet…something over it, sucking and pulling at it. Another warm feeling surrounded his tender region as well. Shunsui fondled and stroked at the already stiff member, squeezing and fondling the orbs below. Leaning up, he kissed and nibbled along his neck, stopping at his shoulder to bite a little harder.

“AH!”Ukitake yelped, starting to squirm. “S-Shun! It hurts!”

“Relax…”

“I can’t if you’re biting me!”Ukitake squirmed as he tried to roll over but finding that the hand on his member held him like a tight leash. He groaned, thrusting his hips forward.

“Mm? You don’t like biting but when I squeeze you like this…You’re quiet.”Shun whispered, stroking him with the same firmness that he held him.

His toes curled. He couldn’t tell what Shunsui was doing as he was stroked but he heard some rustling. When he was let go briefly for a moment several times, he nearly whimpered at the loss of feeling. He was soon rolled over so he was on his stomach, a hand brushing back his hair.

More rustling. More cold. Ukitake felt himself move again, this time back onto the futon he had try to roll off of to escape Shunsui’s teeth. There was nothing for a moment, but he felt something warm flutter over him and more specifically over his member. Biting his lower lip, his hips got the better him, thrusting up to see what was there. It was met with something much warmer, swirling and moving along him.

“Ah Ah Unnnn~”He moaned, bucking his hips upward. A pair of warm hands grabbed his hips, pushing them down.

“Ah, Ah…There’s somethin’ we’ve still got to do before you can come, Jyuu-chan.” Shunsui said calmly, giving the member a few strokes.

“P-Please…”Uki pleaded.

“Please what?”Shun inquired, sitting on his knees with his bare body to the cool air.

“Please…Fix…Please let me…”He begged, trying to find the right words. Ukitake felt a firm hand around him once more making him thrust his hips up to get more of the feeling. “Ah, please let me come! Shunsui!”

Then quiet.

“Alright.”

“W-wha..”Ukitake babbled in surprise. Wait, what was he getting?

Shunsui had gotten up, a little tipsy from the rush of blood from one region to another. He shuffled around Ukitake’s shelves of medicines, finding something of use and pulling it down. Settling himself between the pale legs, he lathered up his fingers with a creamy balm. Slowly, he reached down between the legs, past the twitching member to a hole that make Ukitake try to shy away when he felt something cold there.

A quick shove solved all of that.

“UNF!”Uki grunted, trying to writhe away.

“Relax, Jyuushiro…”Shunsui cooed, slowly moving his finger around then in and out. Ukitake slowly started to get used to it, his eyebrows furrowed at the feeling but when something deep inside him was brushed against, he let out a long, loud moan.

Feeling the muscles relax, he slowly probed another finger through the taut muscle, scissoring and twisting. The pale body in front of him moaned and arched, pushing down onto the fingers. Another finger, another moan. Ukitake’s toes curled, his body arching and he gasped when the fingers were pulled out and something else balanced at his opening, nudging slowly.

“This’ll hurt a little Jyuushiro…”