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Straitjacket Feeling	By : TheresMoneyInThis Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 4411 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Okay so it was originally a one chapter kind of hit-and-run deal but someone gave me some great ideas in a review and I thought I would at least give it a chance. I don't know if I hit or missed it because I'm just kind of working on sudden inspiration now. But I had fun with it and I would like to see it go somewhere.
The sound of the water striking the ceramic tiles around them fell deaf on her ears; she could barely feel the water against her flushed skin.
The only thing she could focus on was the way his body pinned her against tiled wall; the way her body seemed to curl against him and how one leg cradled his hip while the other one hugged the curve of one shoulder. Fingers pressed into the forgiving flesh of her hips and sides as he pulled her in to him and zero'd out the space between them. She couldn't ignore the way her skin and sore body still continued to cry out for the attention; they still craved the way he abused her and drove her towards the only loose sense of utopia that wrecked her mind.
Fingers tangled in those wet, pink strands of his as she drew his lips in against her own; feeling the heat of his tongue soothe the burning of her mouth. It was a blur of sensations and the trigger of nerves as her body arched and quivered beneath every stroke and puncture. He poured into her the one essence it felt like she had been missing; the only essence that had dragged her into the darkness of this pit... the one thing that forced her to realize the kind of hell she had been living in; the hell she had made her home.
And yet, her greatest enemy forced her to see that.
A heavy sigh left her as she felt his lips break from her own and dip to grace the rest of her body; trailing the flesh of her neck and collarbones in one trip. The tip of his tongue followed the trails of water as they streamed down the curves of her body and licked at the trails that gathered into the valley between her breasts.
"Does this change anything...?"
The question barely sounded like it vibrated from her throat; it ended with a soft moan as the tip of his tongue just lightly skimmed the surface of one of her nipples. Fingers cradled the curve of her ribcage before arms moved to cross over her back; holding her body in against his own.
"That's your decision to make."
She could feel his lips move to engulf her mammary now; his tongue still stroking the tender tissue to earn that extra vocal response from the depth of her throat. Fingertips lightly curled into his shoulders now as she arched her back inward and pressed her own shoulders back against the tiles behind her; provoking and tempting him to do more damage. She was almost certain her body had given him what it could and yet he was acting like nothing from before had hindered him; he never once even slowed down.
"Can I... touch you?"
Slowly he released her and brought one hand to cup the back of her neck as he drug her lips down to his own. Somewhere between the cold water around them and the confusion of the situation, she could feel the heat of his breath against her; drawing in his exhale to burn the air in her lungs, coating them with cold sensations.
"I see no problem in it..." he started. "Do what you wish with me."
She had made physical contact with him before but now it felt like her senses had been heightened; it felt like every new brush of flesh against her fingertips was from a different person.
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She couldn't keep a secret; it was almost completely forbidden within the facility. Facts had to be known from everyone at where they were, what they were doing, who they were with... it was all part of keeping track of them; it was part of seeing what went wrong when the occasional explosion occurred within the labs. There were a few occasions with that and answers were given clearly and easily from everyone- including herself and yet... sometimes those answers weren't always true. There was no doubt that she was beginning to spend an unprecedented amount of time with him now... there was no doubt that some of the others were beginning to notice her sudden drop of absence during parts of the day. But those were easy to sidetrack.
Where were you this afternoon?
"I was relieved of duties for the hour; I went to assist Isane with something."
She found out if an excuse was given with an alibi outside of the lab, they were rarely checked on. Certainly not when it involved someone from the Fourth Division either- they were almost completely off-limits to be spoken with.
Where were you last night during that meeting?
"Captain Mayuri filled me in on it earlier; I know my presence was expected but I had to take care of some of the other lab proceedings first. I apologize."
While her presence was practically required at every Division meeting, she had only missed out on one. Captain Mayuri was extremely upset with her on that but she somehow managed to sidetrack him from that; reporting that she had to follow up on a security measure to prevent another chemical outbreak. He didn't take the answer easily but she managed to escape with little bruising.
It wasn't easy but if she kept her facts straight then it would last for now. It was the only secret she wouldn't allow herself to give away... she didn't know why, but the thought of someone trying to take him away from her... it ruptured something inside of her. Physically, she didn't think she'd actually do anything but mentally, she told herself she would. But to break down the glass mold she had been created for was frightening.
She couldn't do it.
But now... now she had a secret that she couldn't keep. She had been able to harbor it for so long but now, it was near impossible to.
Those 'sessions' she had been spending with him were beginning to catch up to her; she tried to limit that kind of physical activity between them- sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. He liked to be rough with her but did so in a way to completely avoid leaving behind visible marks in visible areas. She was addicted to his heavy touch against her arms when he pinned her down beneath him; she loved the way his grip abused her legs when he positioned them as he saw fit; she couldn't shake the heat of his lips when they ravaged the tender skin of her neck. But even in the mad twist of their bodies and unforgivable lust, he seemed to keep those in mind; he was able to give her those physical addictions without leaving the slightest hint of his touch being there. He was smart enough to keep this a secret; or maybe caring enough not to get her in trouble over it. Although he told her whatever pieces of skin that weren't always readily visible were his; allowing him to leave the purple bruises on her hips and the bite marks on the inside of her thighs. The lab team still assumed he was insane so they never suspected that the scratches down his back were actually from her. It was a trade-off between them because... well they had to face it, neither of them wanted this to end.
Unfortunately... there was a good chance that it might.
She had never imagined that she would be this hesitant to speak with her Captain before. There were good reasons to be though... those on and off 'sessions' had set her back a month or two when it came down to her... biological timing. Slowly, she knocked on the open door and waited for his response; he seemed so in-tuned to his mastermind computer that he didn't even register her. But a second knock did not seemed to be so greatly appreciated either.
"If you're here with something important to say then say it; if you're just here to waste more of my time, then I hope you enjoy yourself on the cutting board."
There was no denying his tone and the fact that he could easily get away with cutting up any of them here into tiny pieces; she had been on that table before and she didn't like it. "Captain Mayuri, I wish to discuss an important topic with you regarding our... test subject."
There was a mutter in his voice that hinted he would've much rather it had been someone else speaking to him than her right now. "What is it now, you simpleton? What could you possibly want to discuss about concerning that meatbag?"
She carefully clasped her hands at her sides; surprised at the small tremors that ran to her fingertips. "I was put in charge of watching over him and recently I wanted to start my own investigation and experiment with him; I wanted to test how far I could push our reactions to one another... to see how we would both cope-"
"Just a waste of time." he interrupted sharply; never once even turning back to speak with her. "I told you to watch after him for the sheer fact of getting you out of my hair-"
"We managed to successfully conceive." she started before realizing that she had somehow managed to cut off his sentence; she thought he had finished speaking when in reality... he might've been just beginning a rant.
The stilled motion on the massive computer screen was the first give away of his reaction; the second was his chair collapsing as he practically jumped to his feet. She wasn't entirely sure of how the next reaction occurred; it just seemed like the next thing she knew, she was on the ground and he was standing above her. He was speaking so loudly and at such a rate she couldn't pick up on his entire speech; all the angered words seemed to blur together into a jumbled mess that told her all the more that she wasn't on his good side. She could only tend to the sore marking on her cheek and try to seem listening to him, if he even caught wind that she wasn't giving him a second of her attention, it was only going to get worse from here. Unfortunately from what she knew and from what she had read, she was in no physical condition to push it; she never fought back against him and normally if she just went with, he didn't hit her as hard or for as long. Although she had a feeling in this kind of situation... her physical condition wasn't going to stop him; he would do whatever he wanted for the sheer fact he could get away with it.
The only words she could pick out were 'whore' 'imbecile' 'delinquent' 'simpleton' and all other synonyms that went with them.
The feel of his hands collecting in the black fabric of her kimono pushed her right back into the situation as he pulled her up by the material alone; leaving her slightly struggling to get her feet back underneath him. His face almost appeared twisted in rage from behind his head mask and the layer of makeup on his eyes. For a moment... she thought she felt that humanistic fear coming to her; she thought she felt a part of her actually scared of what the consequences might be.
"Captain Mayuri."
A third voice interrupted their conflict and caused for those scorn-filled eyes to turn away from her; she almost wanted to pity the person who had interrupted them.
"Can't you see that I'm busy right now!" he snapped easily.
She managed to catch Akon looking on out of the corner of his eye; his rather expressionless face showed little change as he held a clipboard in one hand down at his side. "I apologize for the interruption but it appears one of the other Captains are here to speak with you."
"Tell them I'll deal with them later."
"They say it's urgent."
She could hear an irritated sigh leave him like fire as his grip on her tightened for a moment before he released her; or rather, before he purposely shoved her to the ground. The slight ringing in her head obscured his next few words before he stormed off to apparently go attend the short-noticed meeting. The coldness of the floor tiles felt like it burned her skin as she quickly pushed herself away from it. She tried to resist the urge to touch at her sensitive stomach with the other division member in presence and instead finished the job of getting back to her feet; she could feel her body shake slightly at the aftermath but it wasn't anything new, if anything it was one of the more patient ordeals.
She didn't bother to see what her fellow member had to say and instead acted as though she was carrying on with her business as usual; he gave no complaints and continued on his way as well. It was around that time for her to visit him anyways... on the other side of the facility from here. At least it would give her some time to think how she was exactly going to tell him. It was going to be a completely different reaction or maybe the same....
The rest of the facility was bustling as usual with Division members running back and forth with their experiments and reports. It was easy to blend in and out of groups- not that any of them had any reason to question her. Sometimes she enjoyed the position of being Lieutenant, it meant that the others had little say in her actions; they had no reason to question her and if they did, she didn't have to answer them. It was an easy exchange. The facility seemed all the more dangerous now; she blamed it on the humanistic subconscious that wanted to constantly remind her that while she was nearly invincible... this 'procreation' was not.
By the time she reached that ever-familiar door to his prison room, she was beginning to question if this was the right choice. Or rather correct timing. Perhaps she should've came here sooner. She couldn't let that affect her now though. Carefully pulling open the door, she felt the harsh release of air against her before she slipped quietly inside. She half expected him to be in the shower as usual but instead... she felt just a little disappointed to find that he was asleep instead; that pale-skinned, scar littered back of his was facing her direction. She hated to wake him; she knew he rarely slept much, maybe every three or four days and even then, it was for little more than an hour. It wasn't going to be that long of a wait then... she supposed it gave her more time to think.
Leaning back against the steel door, she slowly slid down along the cool metal till she was perfectly seated on the floor instead. It gave her a moment to rest and finally catch her breath. Fingertips touched at the sore marking on her cheek once more and she tried to figure out how exactly things were going to unfold. It was very obvious her Captain wasn't happy with it, she could see why but... she guessed she figured she had a good excuse for it. After all, all of this was an experiment in itself in some way. She just wanted to see how they would react to one another. After everything they had put each other through, with him ultimately destroying her body and her leading to his own death... it was an interesting theory to test. It wasn't like she had expected things to go downhill like this. She never expected herself to form some kind of 'bond' with him; she didn't even know if he had one back but the fact that they had made it this far with little to no confrontations or altercations between them- not counting how they seemingly abused one another during intercourse- was simply remarkable on a psychological level. How could they seemingly act like nothing had happened before? How did it get to this?
Even better, how did this happen? Well she knew 'how' it happened but... how was the embryo even surviving? Her body had been made to destroy any substance that threatened her well-being; not to mention, any cells that didn't resemble her own would've been killed off a long time ago. And yet... she was a month and a half along. How was it surviving? She didn't know the answer for the sheer fact that she hadn't given herself enough time to think it through. Right now was the only moment she had given herself to reflect on it. Hell, she wasn't even aware her body was prepared to support this kind of life; she had always thought of herself as sterile whenever the topic crossed her path- thanks to the other women of the society. And yet, things had been confirmed; she had preformed several different tests herself and each of them gave her the same result. Not to mention the overall physical changes inside and outside of her body were a dead give away to the ongoing conception phrase.
This wasn't supposed to happen...
And yet, she held no regrets for it.
Or at least, not yet.
She glanced up for a moment as she heard the bed squeak slightly; watching as he seemed to take his time to slowly roll onto his other side. It seemed like he was moving one body part at a time as he draped one arm back and slowly moved his torso over before he followed with his waist; one arm lightly hung off the side of the bed with fingertips almost able to brush the floor below. She honestly couldn't help but to notice how disheveled his hair had gotten as it fell into his face in unruly strands. She wasn't entirely sure why but... it seemed to add to his appeal; it made her consider how their genes would mix and alter how the possible offspring would look.
A deep inhale separated his lips and slowly, she watched as those eyes cracked open at the following exhale. He didn't immediately notice her but when he did, a slight frown seemed to come to him. At first he didn't seem to happy to see her as he slowly forced himself onto the support of his arms; resting back on his forearms at first before he pushed himself into a more milder sitting position. "How long have you been here?"
"Not long."
One hand moved to massage the small area between his eyes as he forced himself to completely pull out of his tiring subconscious. He hadn't been asleep that long and yet it felt like it was dragging his body along like a cancer. "Why didn't you wake me?"
Carefully placing her hands against the door behind her, she pushed herself back to her feet and smoothed out the wrinkles in her uniform. "Why should I? You survive on little sleep as it is, I didn't think it would be appropriate to do so."
"That's foolish to think." he started before he turned back towards her. "Speaking of someone who uses little sleep, you look like you haven't rested well."
"That's because there's something I need to talk to you about." she started; stopping when she heard a light chuckle escape him.
"So even when you're not here, I still manage to keep you up at night."
It seemed like he was teasing her about it without completely knowing the extent of the situation; however, she supposed she couldn't disagree with him on that matter. "Well I cannot exactly deny that fact... there's something completely different from that that I wish to discuss."
"It's not like I'm exactly going anywhere, so go for it."
She never came up with an exact way of getting to it, after all her last approach did not end well. "I wanted your scientific opinion on something. Is it possible for two completely different beings, like ourselves to... be able to conceive a successful offspring?"
A light sigh seemed to leave him as he moved to run one hand through his hair and push it from his face. "Well if you're going to be so straight forward with the question, I'll be straight forward with an answer. Technically, no. We come from two different kinds of dimensions and we're like two different kinds of species. Now while I'm not entirely if it has anything to do with such answer, your kind are born into those bodies; we are not. No, you see the heartless have to work their way up through stages and the last stage is one that one resembles a human- by class, we're not though. Our true forms are animals but we give them up for the price of being or at least looking the part of a human. Does this affect anything? I haven't the slightest clue; half says yes, the other half says no but I haven't had a reason to dwell on the matter. It's not exactly the first thing I consider thinking about when I wake up."
"What if I told you it was possible?"
"I'd ask who the subjects were."
For a moment, it seemed like he was catching on to her. "What if it was us?"
"Ah you see, that's where things turn around."
She watched as he pulled himself into a long stretch; exposing the length of his upper torso, as she had witnessed plenty of times before. "How so?"
Pushing his legs over the edge of the bed, he pushed himself to his feet. "Have you already forgotten?" he decided to base the answer off of her slightly confused look and say that she had no clue what he was talking about. He walked the short distance over towards her and used just fingertips to brush aside the dark strands from her face; noting the unappealing bruise for later. "Forgotten what it was like to have your body seemingly torn to pieces from the inside out? Forgotten what it was like when my body ripped clean out of yours?" Hands found themselves against her body as they circled around to her back; forcing her closer to him with no objections. "Does that give you a clue?"
To be frank, the heat of his body and touch of his hands against her made her almost forget why she had been here to start with. And then she remembered it was things like this that got them here in the first place. She felt her spine shudder as his warm breath eased itself across the opening of one ear.
"In those few moments, our bodies were one; as a host, it left a lasting impression on you. I damaged your body to the extent that... should I try something like that again, there would be no reaction because... my cells would be recognized as your own; should the damage tried to be reverse, your own body would end up killing you. And that's why... things get turned around."
His touch was warm and yet his words sounded cold.
How could she have overlooked that?
Slowly, he released her and stepped aside to follow the short corridor that curved itself into the bathroom. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be in the shower."
She waited before she turned back towards him; catching just the glimpse of his back before he disappeared from view. "I never told you the reason for this discussion."
"I assumed it was out of pure curiosity." he called back to her.
"You were right."
"Tell me something I'm not aware of." he seemed to tease.
"I'm carrying our offspring."
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