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The
Reunion: Part Two
I walked into the room. Zaraki was sitting on the side of the bed,
waiting.
“What took so frigging long?” he asked
abruptly. His eyes were hard as he
looked at me.
The tone of his voice took me by
surprise. I stood still.
“What took so long?” he repeated. His voice contained little warmth. What did he think I had been doing?
“Nothing,” I replied.
He got to his feet and walked over to
me. “I almost came in to see if you’d
passed out or something,” he said standing close.
I had to touch him. My hand reached out and my palm came to rest
on his chest. I felt his intake of
breath at my touch.
“Damn you woman. A simple touch shouldn’t affect me like
this. One touch from you and I want you
again,” he said as he pulled me close.
I relaxed into his embrace, feeling his
warm skin meld against mine. My breasts
were crushed against his chest and I could feel his erection against my
stomach. I didn’t trust myself to speak.
I knew what I wanted to do, but was unsure
how he would react. Freeing myself
slightly from his clutch I sank to my knees and brought my mouth close to his
penis. I wanted to taste him this
time. I wanted to taste myself on him
and feel him between my lips. “Besides,”
I reasoned, “if my mouth is full, I can’t talk.”
I delicately touched my tongue to the tip
of his penis. It leapt against my tongue
and Zaraki did not object. Encouraged I
ran my tongue down the length of his penis to the sac underneath. Zaraki’s breathing roughened a little as his
hands reached down and tangled in my hair.
Encouraged I licked his full length again, slowly, feeling the skin
react to the touch of my tongue.
I poised my lips over his erection and then
encircled the head with my mouth. There
was no possibility that I would be able to take the full length into my mouth,
but I wanted to try. As I sucked the
head gently, I could savour the mingling of our juices. It was faint, but it was possible to
taste. I agreed with his earlier
comments. I liked the combination of our
juices. I wanted to taste him the way he
had tasted me.
Zaraki pushed his hips against my
face. I could feel the heat of his skin
increasing. I caressed his sac with my
fingers as I pushed my mouth further down his length. The feel of his hardness within my mouth was
turning me on even more. My hands
reached around and kneaded the firm flesh of his buttocks as I worked on
him. His hands were still through my
hair, but he was not resisting. I
thought I could hear him groan.
I decided to change tack and laved him with
my tongue, alternately sucking and licking him.
I could feel him begin to tighten as I took him into my mouth
again. I slid my mouth over his penis,
as far as I could. It filled my mouth
and I then proceeded to slide it back and forth, feeling a sense of power. I could tell he was enjoying it. My fingers were now cupping his sac and I
could feel how tightly they were drawn against his body. I could feel the dampness between my thighs
increase. I wanted him in my mouth, I
wanted him inside me. The urge was too
much. I slid a hand between my thighs as
I licked the length of his penis again, and then again took him in my
mouth. I began to touch myself as I
sucked him. I felt so much in need.
“Oh, God, Matsumoto,” Zaraki growled, using
my hair to pull my face away from his penis.
I knelt there, disappointed. I really wanted him to come in my mouth.
He picked me up and holding me against him,
inserted his fully engorged penis into me.
I wrapped my legs around his thighs as he thrust deeply into me.
“I wanted you to come in my mouth. I wanted to taste you,” I groaned, my head
against his chest, and my arms around his neck.
“Oh, that feels so good.”
“I had to get inside you again. I saw you touching yourself and it drove me
wild. Your mouth is good, but this is so
much better,” Zaraki panted. Still
carrying me, he moved toward the wall.
“I’m going to have you against the wall,
like I wanted to when we first got here,” he said huskily. “Good thing I’m strong.”
I felt rather nervous as I had not had sex
against a wall when my feet were not touching the floor. But it felt so good to have him fully inside
me.
Bracing me against the wall, he began to
quickly thrust into me. Each thrust
caused the bells in his hair to tinkle.
I felt the wall hard against my back as I held on to him tightly. This position meant I felt him penetrate me
even more deeply. I squirmed on his
penis, wanting him to continue forever, or at least until I was satisfied. When that would be I didn’t know. Even though I had come twice already, I
hadn’t had enough. I wanted to continue
until neither of us could move. The only
problem was the words I was scared would spill from my mouth.
Having sex in this position, made it hard
for me to kiss him. I felt my nipples
hardening as I grew more excited. His
penis seemed to grow in size and the friction was intense. His thrusts quickened, too soon for me. Zaraki groaned and shuddered as his semen
spurted hot into me. I hadn’t come. As he rested his forehead against mine, I felt
a twinge of disappointment.
“I could have held on longer if you hadn’t
sucked me,” he said, panting heavily.
“I wanted you to come in my mouth,” I said
still aroused, but not knowing what would happen next.
“Not today, probably not tomorrow,” he said
as he slowly withdrew. “I told you I
want to fuck you. Don’t worry. I won’t leave you unsatisfied.”
Carrying me back to the bed he place me
down and kissed me lingeringly as his hand touched me, playing with my
clit. I moved against his hand, wanting
more.
“I have to taste you again,” he said as he
buried his face between my thighs. He
spread me wide and licked me, one long slow lick. I quivered as is tongue grazed me. Remembering the previous time I expected a
long, torturous tease as he drove me out my mind. It’s always a bad idea to try to predict what
Zaraki will do.
He licked me again, missing my clit, but
sliding his tongue into me fully. I
tensed as I felt him enter me, anticipating a removal and a pause. Instead he licked my clit quickly, fast cat
like licks, and then sucked me. A few
moments were all I could handle before I lost control and came, shrieking his
name again. He continued to lick me
until I had finished.
When I opened my eyes it was to see his
grinning face above me. “Taste me,” he
said before he kissed me.
His mouth tasted hot and I experienced the
salty pungent flavour of our juices. I
sucked his tongue and licked him in a frenzy to absorb all of the taste I
could. As I tasted I could smell the
scent. Damn, the man was getting to
me. I couldn’t get enough. I had never kissed him with such intensity
and he responded, passionately.
Zaraki finally pulled away. “That was different,” he commented, giving me
a strange look.
I flushed, embarrassed at the frenzy I had
displayed. “I was a little carried
away,” I explained.
“I noticed,” he said as he moved to lie
beside me, not touching me.
I was too scared of his reaction and my
feelings to move any closer. If I
touched him I might start babbling.
Maybe he didn’t want me to touch him.
I looked at his face. He was frowning at the ceiling and seemed
oblivious to my presence. I sighed and
looked at the ceiling also. I had seen
it before and it hadn’t changed since I last looked.
My mind was racing. “What is he thinking about? Did I scare him when I kissed him? Why isn’t he touching me? Should I talk to him? Should I touch him? Is it over between us already? Should I just go? Can I spend any more time with him? I’m too nervous to stay and I’m too scared to
go. Why can’t I control my emotions?”
Too many stupid questions and no answers;
and no easy way to obtain the answers. I
should go, make some excuse or other.
I’d had sex with him once more as I’d hoped. If I left now, I could possibly join a
drinking session where I could forget all this, forget how I felt. I had to end it now. I shifted on the bed, preparing to get
up.
Zaraki, sensing the movement reached out
and pulled me close to him, embracing me.
My head again rested on his chest and I was enveloped by his
warmth. “Don’t think you’re leaving,
Matsumoto. Not yet. Not until I’m ready to let you go.”
I stiffened in his arms. His embrace was affecting me in the worst
possible way. I bit down on my tongue,
hard. The words were forming in my mind
and in my mouth.
“I was wondering about that last kiss,
Matsumoto. No one had ever kissed me in
a frenzy of passion before. No woman has
reacted to me the way you do. I asked
this question before and you didn’t answer.
I want you to answer me now. Do
you like me?” Zaraki asked.
I swallowed. “Damn, I must be so transparent,” I thought. But it gave me an idea of how I could
leave. “I’ll answer you on one
condition,” I replied.
“I don’t do conditional answers,” Zaraki
stated. I knew he didn’t like conditions
unless they were his conditions.
“You don’t meet the condition, I don’t answer
the question,” I said with as much firmness as I could summon.
“What’s the condition?” he grated. It seemed he might actually consider my
request. I hoped this would work.
“Remove the bells from your hair and I will
answer the question,” I said calmly.
“What sort of condition is that? Why?”
Zaraki seemed perplexed by the condition. He reached to touch the bells and appeared to
think better of it as he dropped his hand.
“I find the bells distracting when we have
sex. I’m worried about developing a
Pavlovian reaction to the sound of bells,” I explained. It was true.
I did find the bells distracting.
I preferred him without them.
“It will take a little time to remove
them,” he said thoughtfully. His eyes
were distant as if he was thinking about the length of time it would take.
“If you want me to answer your question,
that’s the price.” It seemed that my
condition would be met. I had not
expected it to be this easy.
“You answer me first and I’ll remove the
bells,” he bargained.
“I don’t know why this is so important to
you, Zaraki. Remove the bells and I’ll
give you my answer,” I said with finality.
He moved so he was facing me. I missed being pillowed by his chest and
feeling his warmth. He placed his
fingers under my chin and tilted my head so I was looking into his eyes. “Tell me, now,” he said and kissed me
sweetly.
It was too much. I pulled away. “Until you remove the bells, I won’t tell you
anything. I won’t kiss you,” I rasped.
“I could take you by force, again,” he said,
his hand sliding temptingly between my legs.
“We both know that wasn’t rape. You prefer your partners to be willing. I believe you mentioned that earlier,” I said
as calmly as I could while I fighting my response to
his touch.
Zaraki sighed and rose from the bed. “You win.
I’ll remove the bells and then you will answer all my questions, not
only the one I asked just now.”
“I will answer all your questions,” I said.
I waited until he closed the bathroom door
before searching for the replacement uniforms he’d mentioned. I found them and quickly dressed. As quietly as I could, I retrieved my
zanpaku-to and left. I knew I was doing
something stupid; really stupid. I
wasn’t thinking rationally. I wasn’t
even thinking. I was driven by a fear of
loss so intense that I decided to be the one to make the choice to lose. Zaraki might say he cared, he might even care
a little, but it was better this way. If
I said what I wanted to say it would be over.
I wanted to choose how to end the affair. This insult would end it between us, I hoped.
I did say I wasn’t thinking. I’m always at my worst when I give into
emotions. That was how Gin managed to
gain so much control over me. With him I
could never separate emotions from thought and he knew that so well. I was blind to his faults; constantly hoping
he would return to me, even after he distanced himself from me. I’d always hoped he would forgive me. Sometimes I even fantasised that he had
learnt the truth and returned to me, full of apologies and love. So much wasted time and emotion. That was why I had sworn off emotion, and
yet, here I was again allowing my thoughts to be overruled by my passions.
I had to get away from Zaraki, stay away
from Zaraki or I would end up in the same emotional mess as before. One more minute with the man and I would be
sobbing, on my knees confessing…
Confessing how I felt. I couldn’t
even allow my thoughts to frame the words I wanted to say to him. I had to leave.
As I left Zaraki’s quarters I noticed that
the sun was now setting. We had arrived
back in Soul Society in the early evening.
My friends would probably be meeting to discuss the events of the day at
this time. I’d visit them. Hurriedly, I made my way home, washed and
tried to tidy up. I then walked to
Captain Ukitake’s place. My friends
would help distract me as they had in the past.
From the noise and singing it seemed a party was already in
progress. I pushed open the door and
entered the room.
Everyone turned to look at me. I quickly hugged them all. It was good to see them again. After a few minutes spent greeting each of
them, a small warmed bottle of sake was pushed in my hands.
“Sit down and tell us what happened,”
Captain Ukitake requested. He smiled at
me with his usual sweet smile. I
realised how much I’d missed him.
“In the human world?” I asked sipping from
the bottle.
“No.
We’re more interested in what happened with Zaraki. We heard you were with him today. We weren’t expecting you tonight, otherwise
we would have waited,” Hisagi said. He
was leaning against the wall, relaxed and seemingly at peace.
“So, is he any good?”
“Does he take off the eye-patch?”
“Does he have kinky tastes?”
I looked at the eager faces of my
friends. “Unfair,” I said. “I never ask about your liaisons.” I realised that comment was not just. No one had asked me about one particular
previous liaison. That subject had
always been avoided.
“But none of us have been so public in our
relationships,” Kira answered eventually.
He winked at me and raised his sake bottle.
I blushed.
They were right about the publicity our relationship had received. The events of today would have just confirmed
everything. “I’m not answering your
questions,” I said. “Did you miss me?”
“Touchy about the good
captain?
Does that mean you finished with him, yet? Will we have to avoid him because he’s in a
bad mood,” Captain Kyoraku asked.
“Captain Zaraki in a foul mood is something I dread. He’s likely to challenge anyone and everyone.
It upsets me.”
“I haven’t really finished with him,” I
said taking a swig of sake. The room
fell silent as all eyes were fixed on me.
“You haven’t really finished with him and
you came here? What does that mean? Did you come from his place? Does he know you’re here,” Captain Kyoraku
asked nervously.
“I don’t know. I don’t want to talk about it. I only wanted to have a drink. Is that a problem?” I asked, worried by their
reaction.
“God, Ran.
He sees you as his property.
You’re still new in the relationship with him. If you left him and came here, he’ll find
you. Don’t you understand how possessive
the Captain is? I think you should go
home, or back to his place, now,” Kira advised.
Hisagi nodded agreement. I looked at my friends. You don’t want me here?” I said
stunned. I began to feel a little
unsettled.
“We do want you here, but under different
circumstances. Not when Captain Zaraki
is likely to turn up any minute and….” Captain Ukitake eyes widened as he
looked behind me and stopped speaking.
“Not when Captain Zaraki is likely to turn
up any minute and what?” a familiar voice asked from behind me.
I wasn’t ready for this. The voice caused shivers to run over my
body. I wanted to run away, I wanted to
hide. Mostly I wanted to throw my arms
around him and kiss him. I slowly turned
and my heart leapt. It was obvious that
I hadn’t guessed his reaction correctly.
My friends had known he would turn up.
I had foolishly believed he would not.
Zaraki had removed the bells from his hair. He must have dressed quickly as he was not
wearing his captain’s coat, or his eye-patch.
“Hello Brother Captain,” Captain Kyoraku
said pleasantly. “Do you want some
sake?”
“I’m interested in how you were going to
finish that sentence, Ukitake,” Zaraki said, glaring at him.
“Just that you were likely to turn up any
minute to see if the pretty lieutenant of 10th Division was here,”
Captain Ukitake said smoothly, looking coolly at Zaraki.
“You’re right. I am here looking for the lieutenant of the
10th Division. Lieutenant,
come with me,” Zaraki ordered. He
hesitated a few seconds and then added, “Please.”
I looked at my friends. They shrugged, or shook their heads. There would be no help there. Somehow I hadn’t expected any. Not this time.
“Okay.
I’m coming,” I said reluctantly.
I drank the small amount of sake left in the bottle and placed it on the
table. “Talk to you later,” I said as I
left.
Zaraki preceded me out the door. Once we had left the house he picked me up
and flung me over his shoulder without any comment. He began to move quickly back to his
place. Being held like a bag of flour
hurt my dignity and made it impossible for me to talk. It hurt as I bounced on his shoulder. I did not like this. I was angry with Zaraki for treating me like
a naughty child. I objected to the
indignity of being carried in this manner.
When we arrived back at him place Zaraki
took me into the bedroom and placed me on my feet.
“Take your clothes off, now,” he ordered as
he left the room.
I stood there angry at his treatment of me,
refusing to obey his order and wondering what was going to happen now. Why had he left the room?
“I’ve locked the door. If you want to leave, you have to ask my
permission,” Zaraki said as he returned to the bedroom. “Why are you still dressed?”
“I’ve told you before that I dislike being
ordered around,” I said harshly, glaring at him. “I hate it when my captain does it; I hate it
when you do it.”
“I hate it when you, my sex partner, leave,
without explanation, while I remove the bells from my hair, at your request,”
Zaraki retorted, steel in his tone. He
returned my glare.
“His sex partner. That’s all he sees me as. Even though he said he cared, he only sees me
as his sex partner,” I thought, my anger rising.
“Why did you leave?” Zaraki moved closer to me, his eyes intent on
my face.
“I wanted to see my friends. I haven’t seen them since I went to the human
world. I missed them,” I replied
tersely.
“You were with me. Why was it important to see your friends
tonight? I thought we were spending
tonight with each other. It’s been too
long. Why did you leave? Zaraki asked
harshly.
I looked at him, my mouth shut tight. I would not answer that question.
“I’ll ask again. Why did you leave? I took off the bells at your request and came
out here and you were gone. I went to
your place and you weren’t there. I
guessed the bells were just an excuse so you could leave. You wanted to leave,” Zaraki stated. I shrugged, unwilling to say anything. Zaraki moved to me and grabbed me by the
shoulders.
“Why did you want to leave? I demand an answer. You owe me an explanation,” he said through
gritted teeth. His hands bit into my
shoulders. He was angry.
“I wanted the bells removed. When you were in the bathroom, I gave into an
impulse to go and see my friends. You
don’t own me Zaraki. I don’t have to
explain myself to you. I’m not your
toy,” I replied sulkily.
“You are mine, woman. I’ve claimed you and claimed you
publicly. Remember? Everyone knows you belong to me, except
you. I thought you understood,” Zaraki
rasped.
“I’m a slow learner. My friends told me to come back to you. They’re scared of you,” I was beginning to
feel a little fearful also. I had never
seen Zaraki in such a rage.
“Your friends are more sensible than you,”
Zaraki observed grimly. His hands were
hurting me. I tried to shrug them off,
but his grip tightened even further.
“I wanted some sake. I wanted to unwind and catch up on the
gossip,” I said feebly by way of explanation.
Zaraki was shaking his head. “You have been apart from me for all this
time. You were angry with me for not
looking at you in the human world. I’ve
told you I care about you. I don’t
understand. All the time I was removing
the bells I was thinking about fucking you again. I was so hard it was distracting me. I came back into this room and you’d
gone! I guessed where you’d gone, but I
didn’t know why. Are you trying to
finish what we have?”
I shrugged again, not knowing how to respond. Zaraki shook me. I hated the feeling. I felt like a doll in Zaraki’s grasp.
“Do you want to end it?” he demanded.
“You’re hurting me. You embarrassed me in front of my friends,” I
yelled, trying to change the subject.
“You embarrassed me in front of your
friends,” he grated. “But you’re
avoiding the question. Do you want to
end it?”
Again I did not know how to answer. I stood, silent. I knew I should end it but I wanted him to
hold me within his arms again. My head
drooped as my uncertainty grew.
“Do you want to end it?” he asked slowly
again, his hands still firm on my shoulders.
I felt annoyed at the constant barrage of
questions. “I don’t have any freedom
anymore because of you. My friends don’t
want to spend time with me, people are scared of your
reactions. You set spies on me,” I
accused.
“Do you think I have any freedom? I am a captain. I have to be careful. Don’t you understand? Having you in my life has made it so much
harder. People don’t want us to be
together. You’re making me
vulnerable.” The tone of Zaraki’s voice
was different. Looking at his eyes I
could see that he was still angry, and in conflict within himself.
The truth behind the words was
evident. I knew people wanted us to
part. I didn’t wish to weaken him. I admired his strength. At the same time I felt an overwhelming anger
at him. I was making him vulnerable? “I’ll leave then. I want to end it. Our relationship is at an end. We’ll pretend none of this happened,” I said
as I jerked away from his retraining hands and walked toward the door.
If I had not been furious I would never
have been able to say those words. As I
began to move out of the room, Zaraki moved between me and the door.
“You can’t leave. Even if you do wish to end it, I have to
agree. I don’t give you my permission to
leave and you still have not answered my original question,” he pointed out,
coldly. “I fulfilled my part of the
bargain. Now you have to tell me the
truth.”
I gulped and my anger began to be replaced
by fear. I’d forgotten the bargain. Knowing what he was going to ask I tried to
think of a way of withholding the answer.
“Do you like me?” Zaraki asked moving one
pace from me. Was he trying to
intimidate me into an answer?
“Why do you want to know? I’m making you vulnerable,” I hedged looking
longingly at the door.
“Answer the question,” he insisted.
I took a deep breath. “It will soon be over,” I assured
myself. “If I drop all pretence and tell
him the truth I will be able to leave and life will return to normal.”
I looked into Zaraki’s eyes. “I like you,” I said and awaited his
reaction, trying to remain calm. He
nodded his eyes fixed on mine. I waited
for more reaction, but there was none.
What did nodding mean?
“I said, I like you, Zaraki,” I said
again. Saying those words soothed me and
made it easier to stop the other words fighting to escape my mouth. He nodded once more, his eyes still fixed on
my face.
I threw my hands up in exasperation. “It doesn’t matter how I feel. I want to end it. May I go now?” I asked.
“No.
You can’t leave, and it isn’t over,” Zaraki replied moving ever
closer. “Take off your clothes.”
“No.
I don’t want to take off my clothes.
I want to leave,” I said as took me in his arms and kissed me.
I fought against him, trying to push him
away as he held me close. He didn’t try
to do anything more than kiss me gently, his lips pressed against mine. My struggles grew less the longer he held
me. I could feel the warmth of his body
through my clothes. I inhaled his
scent. The warmth, the kiss, the feel of
his body against mine, weakened my resolve.
“Take your clothes off, Matsumoto,” Zaraki
said still holding me close after he stopped kissing me.
“Why?” I asked, rebelliously.
“Why do you think? Come on woman. I want you again, now.” I could feel the evidence of his need, hard
against me.
I shook my head. “I said it’s over. Why aren’t you listening
to me?” I was beginning to lose the
fight. I didn’t even try to push him away. I wanted him to hold me. Hearing him tell me he wanted me again made
my blood heat. I wanted him. I wanted to rip his clothes off and let him
take me any way he would.
“You told me you were finished with me once
before. You weren’t finished with me
then, and you are not finished with me now.
You like me. You want to taste
me. You want me too,” Zaraki said with
immense confidence, his lips near my ear.
The confidence was well placed. I was wavering. It would not take much for him to persuade me
to stay. I vaguely wondered how long it
would be before I said those three stupid words.
“I told you it’s not over. It’s not over until we both agree and I don’t
agree. You are being stubborn,
Matsumoto, beloved,” he said kissing me again.
This time his tongue teased its way between
my lips. The word, he’d used the word
“beloved” again. Was it just because he
was aroused and wanted me, or was there something more? I hesitated briefly before I returned his
kiss.
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