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Wedding Blues and Clues	By : Polymer Category: Bleach > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 4422 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own and I didn't create Bleach. Tite Kubo created Bleach, and it is owned and licensed by Shonen Jump. I make no money for the writing of this fanfiction story.

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Intense, piercing and hard cold. Tatsuki always saw Ishida Ryuuken’s eyes as such. But in rare times she saw a glimpse of the man beneath. Especially when he was arched over her, panting with passion that would never tire. Even on the day of a wedding of one of her best friends to the supposed enemy. Leaving a whole number of people thrilled and others disenfranchised. How could the idiot decide to suddenly get married even before she was going to?
Ryuuken in black was just as handsome as in white. Refusing to wear a gown Tatsuki dressed in a silk pantsuit and stood with the other ushers. Her own would happen in just a short time before, and being married would have its own perks and benefits. But he insisted on a plan that both of them could live with.
So when she saw Renji and Uryuu head off with Orihime, she wondered what in hell’s name was up. Sensing that Renji was upset about Rukia’s choice of life companion she didn’t want to be anywhere near them. That sensation of a Quincy behind her best friend at the same time a Shinigami pushed into her made Tatsuki blush.
At the reception Rukia seemed annoyed that Renji was being so rude. So Momo volunteered to go find him. Yet she wanted to punch Ichigo who was whining and bitching. She stormed off.
Making her way back to her table she found Ryuuken carrying a drink for her. The stern doctor motioned her over and presented her with the drink. That blush on her face wouldn’t disappear and she found dirty thoughts entering her mind. Sitting down she found her hand sneaking over to his knee. A hand reached under the table to rest on her thigh slowly rubbing it in retaliation.
“Young Lady,” he whispered.
“This is driving me nuts,’ Tatsuki whispered as she watched the nauseatingly happy couple arguing.
“Agreed,’ Ryuuken muttered. “You’ve performed your duties have you not?”
“Don’t tell me you’ve got a call…” she said as he looked at his pager. Ryuuken suddenly stood and pulled out her chair. Ichigo and Rukia’s disappointed looks were just too bad. After coming out of left field like that and stepping on a few toes it was only natural.
Neither spoke much about their relationship aloud taking it for granted but only mentioning it passing. The number of times she spent at his place after moving out of her parents home to move in with Orihime so she wouldn’t be alone. Or ‘crashing’ at his place so Orihime could have Uryuu over. The advantages to having a doctor as a boyfriend were quite substantial.
He let her push the key card in while he turned the handle. His body pressed against her backside almost knocking her over to open the door. She almost protested him sweeping her up into his arms and striding inside. “Hey!”
“Shh,” Ryuuken murmured, carrying her inside. The door clicked shut behind them.
In one fluid motion he lowered her to the bed, kicked off his shoes and climbed on top of her. Tatsuki parted her legs inviting him to lie between them. His tuxedo pants ground against her silk bottoms. Head angled to the side he claimed her lips in a kiss. Not waiting for him to part his lips she forced his mouth open with a stroke of her tongue. Ryuuken’s breath hissed through their lips at the sensation of her hands pinching and kneading his backside. Hands snaked under his pants to touch his underwear and bare skin. Feeling her fingers in the crease of his ass he moaned, and bumped against her. He kneeled up a bit to grab her waistband and drag it down. Once he pulled her bottoms off she reached down to his pants and undid them for him. Together with his pants she dragged his boxers off. The sound of silk ripping caused her to wince.
“Hurry,” she hissed, wrapping legs around his waist.
“Patience, young lady,” Ryuuken scolded, grabbing her ass in his hands and lifting it.
Once his tip touched her opening he thrust in with one fluid motion. Tatsuki moaned deeply in pain and pleasure. Ryuuken lowered himself to lie on top of her, moving his narrow hips slightly as he kissed her. Bucking up she twisted her hips a bit so he slipped in and out. Yet Ryuuken kept himself as still as he could.
“Move will you, cranky jerk,” she hissed breaking the kiss.
“Temper temper,” he said in a harsh voice.
Tatsuki twisted to the side so he rolled on his back and she sat astride him, unbuttoning his shirt. She could feel his erection pressing into her belly and bumping her cervix as she squeezed her muscles. “There…”
Ryuuken took a hold of her hips and let loose a moan of pleasure. “Ahhh… that’s quite satisfactory…”
Knees tucked under her Tatsuki rocked and braced her hands on his chest. She unbuttoned his shirt and parted it, tugging up his undershirt. Tracing hands over pale flesh and the nubs of his nipples. Ryuuken retaliated by unbuttoning her shirt and reaching up to squeeze her breasts. Her bra fell open with but a touch after she leaned forwards for him to undo it. Shedding her shirt Tatsuki then hissed at the pinching and twisting of her nipples into hard peaks. Whether it was frustration or not she didn’t know but it felt immensely satisfying to grind and buck on him.
“Uhhhhh…”
“Harder,” Ryuuken urged, slamming up into her. He augmented his physical strength with reishi drained from around him.
“Are you sure,” Tatsuki teased, bouncing up and down. A jerk from his own hips rolled them over so he was on top again. White hair against brown ground and meshed with the sweat dripping between them.
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Without the five people, the party carried on. Except Ichigo looked mortified and bored from the permanent scowl he seemed to wear. Rukia saw him tugging at his collar and stomped on his foot. She hissed, “Ichigo!”
“What?” he muttered.
“You could at least act as if you’re happily married,” Rukia hissed.
“You like them acting like damn idiots?” he snapped, nodding towards where Ikkaku and Yumichika were drinking sake like it was water along with Kyoraku. Just why the shinigami insisted on attending a wedding in the living world was beyond him. Yet Byakuya’s stern gaze indicated Rukia’s brother was equally bored.
Kira and Hisagi already blushed deeply, clapping their hands at the sight of Matsumoto. Both leapt onto the table and linked arms, doing the can-can. Keigo and Mizuiro whooped and clapped, egging her on while Chizuro hunted in vain for Orihime. She bumped into Soifon, and soon the two were getting smashed.
“Matsumoto STOP dancing on the table!” shouted Hitsugaya as he rushed up towards her.
“Taicho!” she whined, pouting before she toppled off. Stretching out his arms the small Taicho caught her and landed with the large busty woman on his lap.
“Whoohoo, you lucky guy!” Keigo slugged him on the back.
“Get AWAY from me,” Hitsugaya hissed. Matsumoto hugged him, burying his face in her boobs.
“Taicho…” she purred, kissing his soft white hair.
“C’mon Rukia! Let’s drink and be merry!” said Sentarou and Kiyone, pushing a champagne glass into her hand. “Time for the bride to dance!”
Byakuya stood up and extended his hand to Rukia. She took it, glaring daggers at Ichigo.
Ichigo put his head in his hands at the loud ruckus hijinx. “I need some air,” he muttered as he got up and walked out. Only to crash into Isshin.
“My son, running out on your own wedding! SHAME!” Isshin slurred.
“Get out of my way you old fart!” snapped Ichigo, punching him in the face. Promptly a kick in his jaw sent him flying across the room. If there was dirt clouds of dust would have risen up.
Rukia’s pulse shot through the roof at that moment as did Karin’s. Both of them looked at one another one moment, then at Chad the next. Yuzu leapt up, rushing over to the scene of the battle yelping, “Onii chan! Daddy! Please not on his wedding day!!”
“What and let this old man embarrass me even more?” Ichigo yelled, from under Isshin’s hand pushed in his face. He had his father pinned on the floor with a knee to Isshin’s belly.
“My son you’re a man, but you still need to prove you can fight for your woman!!!” Isshin yelped.
Next to her, Byakuya sipped his champagne and tried his best to look dignified. Rukia pressed her silk gloved hand to her face yet again and sighed. Just how her brother could sit here and look the other was beyond her, but she supposed it was due to Kuchiki etiquette.
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Arm clutched around Matsumoto’s hips, Hitsugaya dragged her out of the banquet room. His red face seemed a permanent fixture at his intoxicated second in command’s lewd behavior. Of course she was just having fun and drawing the attention away from an awkward situation but there was such a thing as overdoing it.
Determined to escape with their dignity intact such as it was both of them stumbled away from the banquet room towards another quieter adjoining room that was empty. Toushiro pushed her into a nearby sofa where she flopped down. Sighing he grabbed a pitcher and poured some water. This place was set up for a meeting, but nobody had yet arrived.
“Taichooo!” she whined, reaching out to him.
“Matsumoto, you need to drink this,” said Toushiro as he walked over and tried to give her the water. Instead it poured over both of them.
“Oopsie,” she giggled, sitting up. Toushiro growled as she snagged him and pulled him down. He sprawled atop her. She dragged him so he lay atop her and giggled.
“Matsumoto!” he snapped, blushing at his hands landing accidentally on her bouncing breasts.
“Taicho if you wanted to just say so,” she giggled.
“You’re DRUNK!” snapped Toushiro.
“No I’m not, on such a little sake,” she said, reaching up to him. One of her hands gripped his ass through the tuxedo and held him in place. Sprawled on her Toushiro gasped at her hand squeezing and kneading him.
“You’re hopeless,” Toushiro muttered, feeling himself grow hard. He then realized she was not quite as drunk as she seemed but he still didn’t want to take advantage of her.
“Kiss me, Taicho?” she purred. Sighing, Toushiro bent down to peck her on the cheek.
She grabbed his tie and pulled him into a deeper kiss.
Toushiro caught by surprise opened his mouth and let her inside. His deep sigh of pleasure despite his effort to hide it gladdened his second in command who parted her legs so he could press his pelvis into her. A low groan caught in his throat escaped from her breaking the kiss for air. Her ash grey eyes looked up into his, dark emerald with lust.
“Taicho, that isn’t Hyorinmaru in your front pocket?” she teased, looking down.
“Shut up,” he muttered, squeezing her breasts rhythmically. Matsumoto sighed and caught him in another kiss, bucking her hips.
“I want you in me Taicho… please…” she pouted.
“All right. Just be glad we’re in gigai,” he grumbled, as she reached up to unbuckle his pants. Once she undid the zipper, she reached in and stroked him.
“You really want it bad,” she teased, circling his tip with her finger. He scooted back to hike up her skirt and slip his fingers past her panties.
“Keep your voice down,” Toushiro said sternly, thrusting his fingers into her.
“Oooh…” she yelped but Toushiro abandoned her breasts and put two fingers against her lips. She then pulled her breasts out of her top and giggled at him bending down to suckle them greedily.
“Hmm…” he murmured, twiddling one nipple as he licked the other and thrust his fingers in and out. She squeezed and massaged his length and balls with her hands. A wet stream of fluid coated his fingers soon once she climaxed.
“Taicho… please,” she begged, eyes half shut. Toushiro rolled his eyes to feign disinterest even if his body said otherwise. He pulled her panties aside and thrust inside her hot warmth. Sighing, Toushiro relaxed inside her body and lay atop her. Matsumoto wrapped her legs around him and cooed in pleasure.
“Matsumoto…” he murmured, abandoning her breasts for a moment. His practiced prodigy hands twiddled her nipples to hard peaks before palming and kneading them. Extending her tongue Matsumoto thrust it into his mouth dying for a kiss. He gave it to her sizing her lips in his. Sharp thrusts of his small hips belied his ample size for one so small. Her squeaks through the kiss almost drowned out his moans.
Squeezing so hard he’d bruise her breasts Toushiro pumped hard into her. His pace increased and the sofa creaked under them. His pants slid down revealing his backside but he did not stop. All too soon he felt himself erupting deep so he slammed all the way in, shaking. Matsumoto’s body shook and squeezed him dry.
Released from the kiss she licked her lips and purred. “Taicho... stay in me?”
“If you insist,” Toushiro said, panting as he laid his head between her breasts. Stretching out on top of her he soon fell asleep. Matsumoto rubbed his soft white hair and wrapped her legs around him, keeping him in place. Soon she snored under him.
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