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See Me	By : orchidlover Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 5997 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine. These are Tite Kubo’s characters and I’m just borrowing them purely for fun and entertainment purposes and I’m not making any money off this!

Chapter List
- 3
- 4
Pairing: Kyouraku Shunsui / Ise Nanao

Summary: Fallout after the Winter War. I always wondered why Nanao was the only fukutaicho not to be shown during the Winter War Arc with Aizen..

A/N: Thanks to: Sophia_Hyakato (hahaha, when it popped into my head, I was fangirling myself *fans herself* so unplanned, but so good), nanao (lol, yeah, also about the ff.net thing, I like ff.net but I’d have to majorly tame down the sex scenes so I’d conform to their ratings – which is why I love it on here, I can be as smutty as I like :P so for now until something changes my mind, the stories are exclusive to this site – seriously if you see them somewhere else, they’re stolen!) , arihimew (Update! Hahaha so sorry it took so long but uni was kicking my ass!) and YoukaiLady (so glad you’re enjoying it, here’s MOAR, lol – hope you enjoy this last chapter) for their lovely reviews!!!

A/N2: So this is the last chapter (just to let you know before you start reading). But it’s over 8,600 words long so don’t worry, it’s going to take you a bit to read. I considered splitting it into two chapters but then I was like, naw, so here you get it all now. I’ve got an idea for another oneshot but considering how long it actually took me to write this, expect a bit of a wait :/ ALSO, I’m totally open for prompts (that aren’t longer than a chapter to conclude – which for me is like, on average 5,000 words) as it actually helps me to write faster if I have to answer to someone! Haha. Anyways, over and OUT. ENJOY!

Chapter 4: Restoration

When she arrived at Renji's neat little house, she knocked on his door quite hard and hoped he was back from the night out and awake, but when she heard a horrible crash from inside she got terribly worried and with a burst of adrenaline, she broke down the door to....by all the gods. She didn't know what she had been expecting, someone assaulting him? She hadn't really thought about the fact that he was a fukutaicho and he could definitely fend for himself, as their training had plainly shown, but … he actually was being assaulted, just not the way Nanao thought to save him from.

She guessed she was just standing there in the open doorway, mouth slightly ajar, when the icy command came,

“Close the door, Ise.”

She did, without hesitation. Her mind snapping back into hyper thinking mode.

Because inside she saw a half-dressed Renji, lying on the floor, a glass bowl that lay shattered next to him, along with some still rolling fruit, which had presumably been sitting on the little table with some fruit in it, and had been knocked over. It had probably caused the noise she had heard, while one Kuchiki-taicho had stood up and was facing away from them obviously rearranging his uniform.

Wow, who knew!

Then she blushed. And bowed her head in an apologetic way.

“I do apologise, I heard a crash and I was worried, I should not have stormed in, I should have waited for an invitation, it was poor manners.”

“Che, Ise, don't worry, I appreciate the thought.” Renji appeared to just have given up on any semblance of propriety and had his uniform still gaping open to his navel, displaying his impressive tattoos and was just leaning against the couch behind him with a nonchalant, completely sated expression, his hakama draped haphazardly over his lap. It wasn't as if she hadn't seen his bare chest before, with its tattoos. They had been training for a while now, and Renji had a penchant for getting out of his uniform, but somehow, she still wanted to look away right now, she thought with a blush upon her cheeks.

“This isn't too bad. Nanao-san, you look like you can keep secrets.” Renji commented, glancing up at the still faced-away Byakuya, who slowly turned around now, having rearranged himself and other than the kiss-swollen lips, and the missing kenseikan he looked exactly like the icy, commanding and forbidding beauty that he was.

For a moment there was silence and Nanao debated what the next step was but then she thought about it and sighed. It would put their minds at ease.

“Well, this is awkward. It seems I was not the only one to be involved with my taicho then.”

Renji looked perplexed. “You mean, you and Kyouraku-taicho...,” and he let the sentence trail off because it just seemed quite far-fetched to him, somehow. Stoic Ise and over-exuberant lazy Kyouraku? But then again it was him and his taicho too, so...

Byakuya stayed silent.

“Did you know about this?” Renji asked him quietly.

“I wondered.” Was his only answer.

“Heh...” Renji just didn't know what to say but it didn't surprise him that Byakuya was more observant than him.

“We separated recently, and it is not easy.” Nanao explained further biting her lip as she saw Kuchiki-taicho glancing away and Renji's shoulders stiffening.

Well, this was awkward.

Ooo~ooO

Eventually Nanao was asked the reason why she was there and told Renji she needed somewhere to stay for a few hours and somehow Renji hit the jackpot. Renji being very forthcoming, especially considering the situation, just let her have his couch (although Nanao wasn’t too sure if she still wanted to use it), but the situation was awkward enough so she stayed and made herself comfortable by making some tea and having a taste of the delicious soup that had been cooling on the counter while curling up with a book she found in one of Renji’s shelves, while Renji and Kuchiki-taicho left the house presumably to go to the Kuchiki compound.

Nanao was still somewhat in shock. The whole night had been so unbelievably chaotic. First the whole thing with Shunsui happened, then she found Abarai Renji with Kuchiki Byakuya (!) in a compromising situation - her whole world seemed to be upside down.

Which was why she couldn't particularly enjoy her book and just sat in Abarai-san’s living room staring into nothingness.

So after a short while, Nanao left Renji's apartment, locking it with a kido she hoped he knew how to unravel since she couldn't find a key or lock anywhere, for that matter, and went off to her place in the first district, hoping Shunsui had left.

He had.

And the hardest thing was she didn't know if she was glad or not that he was gone.

Ooo~ooO
The feeling that she might have made a mistake wouldn’t leave Nanao. Although she was getting stronger, and it felt good, she knew she was missing something and that something was Shunsui. She wasn’t one to believe in something as flighty as fate. She was of the belief that people made their own destiny, their own life. She had done so when she had joined the 8^th.

She had been so little, so young when she had gone to the Academy. She had found her own way there from District 32 of the Rukongai. It hadn’t been bad, but like the rest of the Rukongai, except maybe Districts 1 to 10, it wasn’t a place for a child. She had heard whispers that if you got hungry and had a need for food, it meant that you had reiatsu and would be able to join the Shinigami Academy. She had done so and been offered to graduate before she had barely even started.

Before graduation the Divisions sent representatives to scout for new talent, sometimes it was even the fukutaicho who came, like Kuchiki Soujon, the fukutaicho of the 6^th Division. Although she hadn’t been officially among those who were graduating since she still wasn’t too sure if she should, even though her teachers had offered, she was allowed to meet with the Divisions’ representatives.

She was painfully shy. But especially Kuchiki Soujon was so kind to her though, kneeling down to her height and trying to talk to her so gently when only ‘eeps’ came out when he asked her questions. Her sensei was expounding her virtues, saying what raw talent she had, what superb control over her kido and she had even been able to activate her shikai the week before, although that had been a scary experience, an experience that Nanao had promised herself she wouldn’t repeat anytime soon.

Nanao still remembered his gentle words today, that it might just be a bit too soon for her to graduate. To be honest, she had thought so too, except her trainers already didn’t know what to do with her anymore. She excelled at all she did and she had finished with the regular curriculum long ago. The day would forever be burned into her mind.

Ooo~ooO
Flashback

Before she could think too much on Kuchiki-fukutaicho’s words though, there was a whisper that went through the ranks of everyone in the room and even Kuchiki-fukutaicho who had been sitting on his haunches in front of her, straightened and looked in the direction of the grand doors.

It was his laugh that she heard first. So unrestrained, so boisterous, and full of joy and merriment, it was uncanny. The man who entered the room didn’t disappoint. He was so big and tall! He wore a pink haori negligently thrown over his black Shinigami uniform, a straw hat sitting squarely on his head. He looked scruffy, with a slight beard but even from across the room, Nanao could see his deep eyes and the slight crinkles around them that said he laughed a lot.

“Kyouraku-taicho.” Kuchiki-fukutaicho said respectfully as the man drew near.

Nanao gasped. This was the Kyouraku-taicho? The captain of the Eighth Division? She looked him over again and now she could see a captain’s haori peeking around the edges of his pink haori. She listened to the whispers and gathered that it was supremely rare that a captain would come to the graduation presentation. Only when there was a genius prodigy would one come to see for themselves.

“Oi, Kuchiki-san, you’re out and ‘bout too?” He said as he stopped before the noble.

“Hai, Kyourku-taicho. As are you. It is rare to see you here.” Kuchiki remarked with a raised eyebrow.

For a second, Kyouraku looked as if he had a mouth full of lemons but quickly returned to his jovial face. “Well, I picked the short straw. Literally. We had all the seated officers up to the 10^th seats in on the drawing. Well I picked the short one, so here I am on this gloriously sunny day in this stuffy Academy that I was sure I never had to see again.” He sighed, “Well, a bet is a bet.”

Kuchiki Soujon looked immensely amused but not surprised.

“So what brings you here?” Kyouraku-taicho asked in good humour.

Instead of answering (Nanao thought, anyways), he introduced her, “Ise Nanao.”

Kyouraku, for the first time looked down to her position where she was basically hiding behind one of her teacher’s legs. And blinked. And then he laughed and crouched down to her in an elegant movement that belied his ridiculous exterior.

“Ise Nanao, huh? You’re awfully tiny, especially as I can only see your head there, while you’re hiding behind his legs.”

Nanao gasped, she had been caught! And very slowly, reluctantly, she came out from her hiding spot. It was one thing hiding when she only had to lie to herself but when someone called her on it… that was a different matter.

“There, now I can see the pretty little girl that you are. So Kuchiki-fukutaicho here wants to recruit you?

Nanao gasped and looked up at the fukutaicho, eyes wide.

“…o.”

“Sorry what was that, I couldn’t hear your little whisper there.”

“… No.”

“No, I couldn’t hear you whisper or no he’s not here to recruit here.”

Nanao was panicking to give voice to her thoughts and she was blushing ridiculously.

“No, … he is not here for me. I am not graduating.” She nearly fainted after actually squeezing out the words in her shyness.

Kyouraku-taicho had come very close to her so he could hear her better and was basically all she could see now. He felt light-headed and wanted to do nothing more than jump back behind her sensei’s legs but she held her ground.

Kyouraku-taicho must have seen something in her face though because his face gentled and he looked her straight in the eye.

“So you’re not graduating? Why not? You’re obviously a little prodigy, tiny as you are.”

Nanao was hyperventilating by then but she would not crumple in the face of a taicho!

“I…I- don’t know.” She whispered to him and him alone.

Kyouraku-taicho sighed heavily then plopped down so he was sitting cross-legged in front of her.

“Yare, yare. So you don’t know? Maybe because you’re just a tiny little Shinigami and if you saw a Hollow you’d faint from fear?”

That made Nanao indignant. And she bristled.

“No.” The ‘no was decidedly stronger now. “I don’t faint in front of hollows. I have killed hollows.”

“Did you now,” He said amused. “Then it’s people you’re scared of? Really I understand why, most people are scary, especially grown-ups. And they don’t know how to have fun. Do you know how to have fun? What do you do for fun?”

Nanao looked at him, even seated as he was, his head was still up higher than hers.

She looked at him out from behind her bangs, at least something she could hide behind.

“… I read,” Nanao said quietly.

“You do? And what do you read?”

“…History. And adventures. And spells. And about the living world. And-“

“Yare, yare, let’s just say everything.” And he smiled kindly at her.

“So you’re good with kido then?”

She nodded, blushing.

Before she knew what he was doing, he grabbed for her tiny hand and enveloped it in one of his completely.

“So, show me something.”

“With kido?”

“Yep, you can channel as much or as little reiatsu in your hand as you want. You know how to channel, right? I mean you’re so itsy bitsy maybe you don’t know how.”

Nanao was affronted once more. She might be small but she would show him!

Before she could think about the fact that he was a taicho of the Gotei13, she let loose and snapped him with her distinctively silver coloured reiatsu.

But he didn’t pull back his hand like other students would, who had gotten a bit too rough with her sometimes. He just smiled and then he infused his own hand with kido, gentler and more controlled than her he let it build slowly. Nanao knew she had to push more or it would hurt her once his kido overpowered hers so she pulled more and more out of herself, just to push it all against his hand. She hadn’t been allowed to push this much with other students though as she had been scolded for hurting some unintentionally before, it was a heady feeling.

Before she could push even more though, he perfectly balanced out her reiatsu infused hand so there was a tiny spark of connection, a connection that she had read about if two people’s reiatsu were completely, perfectly synched. She sucked in a harsh breath before he dropped her hand, nullifying her reiatsu beforehand in a move so quick and effortless, she wanted to instantly know what or rather how he had done it!

“What a little surprise you are, Nanao-chan. Well then,” he said and got up from his sitting position. “I hope you’re packed ‘cause I’m going to take you with me to the Eighth. Sorry Kuchiki-san, she’s mine,” Kyouraku said, turning to the fukutaicho, oblivious to Nanao’s gasp of surprise.

Kuchiki-fukutaicho just smiled and said, “I guess that’s obvious.”

“Now, you’re packed, right? I’m sure you can be fast, because it’s such a pretty day and this was quicker than I thought it would be so I can even enjoy it still.”

But Nanao was rooted to the spot. Had she heard him right? But, but … but what? She looked up at the imposing taicho with his boisterous exterior and his smiles for everyone. She knew he was a very kind person. Very intelligent. She knew that from the millisecond of connection they had had. But she also knew something else. A hurt so deep that not many people ever saw or even knew about. She stared at him outright now as he waited for her decision.

She knew what she was going to do. With a nod of her head, she went to get her stuff. She was already packed.

Flashback End

Ooo~ooO

Nanao remembered the first time she had seen him, remembered hearing him laughing before she ever saw him. And remembered that one second of connection. A connection that had gone so deep and grown so complete when they had been together, when he had allowed her access to the deepest parts of his soul. Dark and scary as it was, it had been amazing to feel so much a part of him, because she had seen herself inside him, so full of light and spirit.

With a sigh, Nanao looked at her dishevelled futon and then she made a decision. Something she knew was inevitable anyway. They were like two magnets made just for each other and even away from him, she felt the pull.

Confident, she skipped into a shunpo step that brought her right to his house.

He had the door already open and was waiting for her when she stepped down and just looked at her.

“Can we talk?”

In answer, Shunsui stepped back to grant her entrance.

Nanao had tidied herself up while she was at home, showering and changing her clothes and still her pussy quivered in remembered soreness and swollenness, seemingly trying to squeeze out any and all remains of their bout of sex.

Nanao followed Shunsui to the open kitchen/living room space that still held most of her books, another reminder that unconsciously she had believed she would return or she would have taken all her books with her. She winced at this, her unconscious hadn’t been fully set on a course where she should/could cut all ties with him.

“Have a seat, Nanao-chan. Would you like anything to drink?” Shunsui asked politely.

If he started talking about the weather, it would officially be one of the most awkward conversations they had ever had and it’d rank pretty high for overall awkward conversations, although she’d had lots of those in the last 24 hours.

“Ah, yes, some water please.” With the amount of sweat she’d lost, she might as well replenish it. Aaaaand once again, she was thinking of what had happened earlier, a slight blush giving her away, which of course he noticed as soon as he returned with her glass, holding another for himself. She couldn’t quite believe how much she was still blushing when she had been having sex with him for decades now, especially considering the often ‘depraved’ things he had done to her, or rather they had done together.

Nanao took the glass from him, all the while trying not to touch his hand/fingers.

He took a seat opposite her, obviously knowing that he shouldn’t take the one right next to her but this left the problem that they were just staring at each other. Shunsui was never one for long, awkward silences, but it seemed as if he was giving her time to gather her thoughts and start when she was ready.

It didn’t take her long.

“I think I’ve decided something,” Nanao started out, not looking at him, turning the glass in her hand which had gotten wet due to the condensation of the cold glass meeting her warm palm.

She heard a sigh and looked up to see Shunsui running a hand through his curly head of hair, looking infinitely tired.

“See Shunsui, the problem with the two of us is that we have this amazingly strong chemistry that seemingly we cannot simply turn off. And it is not as if either of us just fell out of love, which indeed would be so much easier. No the pull, and… the love is still there,” By the gods, Shunsui looked so hopeful, it was actually painful looking at him but she would never be able to look at herself again if she didn’t face this head on. She continued, “I think, I think I was actually fooling myself, believing I could just leave but I needed the time to think a few things through. I did not think we had a problem because I found your protectiveness adorable, I know you care about me, never believe otherwise, I know you do, but I never really realised what that meant, if you know what that meant.”

She had to collect her thoughts here, remembering the hurt she had felt when he had left her in the Soul Society.

“You see, you wanted to protect me by leaving me here but to be honest with you, Shunsui, if something had happened to you, if you had died, I would have never been able to forgive myself, and I would have always wondered, what if I had been there, could I have helped in any way, could I have given him a moment, just one moment that would have changed the outcome? To be completely honest, Shunsui,” and she looked him straight in the eyes then, “if something had happened to you I do not think I would have survived it. Not necessarily by dying but because my life just is not complete without you and it never would be again, and I will never say anything this corny again but I would forever be living a half-life without you, and that simply would not change with time, I know that.” And here her voice broke.

Before she knew what was happening Shunsui was kneeling before her, crouching on his knees, taking her hands, which were pressed sharply into the fabric covering her thighs, into his, holding them tightly, his face, pained but still keeping his silence. But Nanao held on tightly, the one thing keeping her grounded in this maelstrom of feelings.

He was too close, she could feel his reiatsu, usually held with so much restraint and ease sparking, obviously escaping him in sharp bolts of emotion and she could feel it where she touched him. She knew if she just let herself open up, loosen her hold on her reiatsu, there would be an instant connection between them, knew it like she needed her next breath.

“I have decided to come back to the Eighth if you will still have me.”

Shunsui was holding his breath, everything had been so surprising today and he still couldn’t quite believe this was all happening. Just earlier today he had been moping, not knowing what to do and when he had met her in the bar, surrounded by all the other Shinigami, that Abarai all over her (although he was pretty sure there was something between him and his taicho) he couldn’t control his possessive feelings toward her.

Then he had confronted her which had led to him feeling her clasped around him once more. Feeling her beautiful cunt flower open for him, being able to simply hold her again, smell her again all over him. He hadn’t showered yet since he had left her apartment and with every one of his movements, a waft of their combined scent came to his nose. He loved it.

And now Nanao was considering coming back? By the gods, just a few hours ago he had thought he had lost her forever as he left her apartment, and now she was here? Holding her, even if it was just her hands, he was still holding her. He couldn’t even get his reiatsu under complete control as he felt her soft skin.

Soon enough, though, he spoke,

“Nanao, the Eighth is your home, and it will always be your home. Everyone is missing you and nothing is getting done. And I’ve been doing everything but it’s just not the same, everyone is asking where you are, how you’re doing, they’re all missing you, and I’m pretty sure by the looks I get and the sometimes weirdly worded questions, that our Division isn’t stupid and know well that we … were having a relationship,” here he smiled wryly but some enormous weight seemed to be lifted from his shoulders.

“But I am only coming back under conditions. First, I have decided that the next time you do something as stupid as leave me behind, I am going to the kido corps, because I could not do this again. So for you to feel alright with me going into battle, you will train me, at least three times a week so you will not have the slightest doubts about my capabilities. Second, I will not do any more paperwork than a fukutaicho has to, which will mean that you will do your share.”

She looked at him at that and he seemed to be thinking it through properly, although she could see he wanted to say ‘yes’ to anything right now to get her back.

“This is something important to you?”

“Yes, or I would not ask for it. I liked training with Kuchiki-taicho and Renji-san, it felt good. And I am good, Shunsui, or I would not have made fukutaicho. Despite some whispers, I know and you know that I did not get the position because I slept my way to it.”

To some extent, she knew he still somewhat saw her as that little girl he had picked up one afternoon in the Shinigami Academy.

“Was that not the reason you picked me from the Academy, because you saw promise in me? You saw something that had you take me with you after ten minutes when Yadoumarou-fukutaicho gave you such a hard time afterwards for not even looking at any of the other students and bringing back a kid? You must have seen something.”

His hands tightened around hers. He looked away for a moment, and then returned her gaze to hers.

“Yes, I did. We had a connection, something special. I knew you were special. And that you would fit right into my Division. I knew you would. I just knew. And you know I’m someone who is guided by his intuition, his gut. And I followed it and here we are.”

“Then believe in me. Believe that I can do anything I set my mind to. Believe me that I will do it too. I do not want to continue to be just a glorified secretary. I know I am able to do more. I want to find out what I can do and what I will be able to do.”

Shunsui was quiet, contemplating the words.

“I can’t promise that I will not be protective of you, because that will not be possible. I cannot promise to not care for you, as I care for you with every piece of my soul.”

Nanao leaned forward and cupped his cheeks in the palms of her hands. “Shunsui, I know that and I wouldn’t want you to promise something that we both know you wouldn’t be able to keep. But I want you to promise me not to stifle me. I know you want to protect me but wouldn’t it be better to make sure I can protect myself for the time that you will not be able to help me? Then you will know that I can protect myself.”

Slowly, Shunsui let his head rest on her thighs, where Nanao let her fingers slide through his hair in a comforting motion.

“I can’t lose you.”

“Then make sure you don’t.”

Ooo~ooO

It was one evening, not too long after when they were out in the Rukongai area, doing hand to hand training when it happened.

It had been a month since she had been reinstated as fukutaicho and true to his word Shunsui had not only started to go into the office for actual work for exactly two hours a day, which was more than Nanao had ever hoped for, quite frankly, he had also started to train her.

She had been very hesitant, since she thought he would go too easy on her but apparently Shunsui switched off every and all emotion when he was training her, as was evidenced when he kicked her back with a kido spell so powerful as his first attack without any indication or invocation, if Nanao had not been trained in previous weeks by Kuchiki Byakuya himself, she would have died.

So they settled easily back into a routine. However, they stayed strictly to their professional lives, as Nanao had moved back from the Rukongai but she had taken up her fukutaicho quarters in the Eighth, and by mutual silent agreement Shunsui and Nanao had put their personal relationship on hold. Although it was felt massively by both. But then again, it gave Nanao the extra energy to put her all into her training sessions with him. Still it had probably never been a viable solution to simply put their sex life on hold.

In the training session, Shunsui managed to throw her onto her back, which usually ended their spars, so when Shunsui reached down to give her a silent helping hand, he didn't expect her to grab for it, throw him over her head and landed, straddling him. Her breathing was going fast, and so was his, although his hadn't just a moment before.

With heat in their eyes, they reached for each other at the same time. Nanao leaned down while Shunsui took care of her clothing, grabbing, pulling … ripping things.

With a coordinated movement, he rolled them so he was on top, his preferred position. Not that they did a lot of missionary, it was just that whatever position they were doing, he preferred to have the more dominant position. Unless it was early in the morning.

Shunsui was a late riser. He did not like mornings, which she took great advantage of, because she was definitely an early riser and although he hated getting up in the mornings, he would for sex, but he still didn't like to move much, so she would slowly kiss him, his throat, bite behind his ear where he was so sensitive, down to the soft mat of hair on his chest. Circling her tongue over his sensitive nipples with a little nail flicking to get him groaning. By the time she licked down to his shaft, he was gloriously hard, so without much ado, although sometimes he really tried to get himself under control so she would have to put in a few licks, she went over him, kneeling high while grasping for his thick, meaty stalk and positioning it for her use.

Usually she would still be wet with their combined juices from the night before anyways so he did not have to do anything to prepare her and even if she had tightened up during the night, she loved the bite of pain that his large staff brought her while she tried to get him stuffed inside her. That first touch, when she angled him towards her and she was astounded anew she could fit him, to a slight moment of worry when she notched him at her entrance, then the first inch that seemed to be the hardest to bear down onto but really was not.

Usually by this point he would take a hold of her hips so she could concentrate on relaxing, and not on worrying and hoping for the best position. He knew what the best angle was for her anyways.

Then after the skin popping first bite, when she took in the smooth head past her lips, down a few inches until her courage left her for a moment and she moved up, to when he forced her down, showing her she could take more – and would. Until she rested against his pubic bone. Her bare pussy sharing her wetness with his root.

But now was not like that. Now, he came over her pulling at her clothes, one hand instantly going past her navel to prepare, what presumably would be a hard fuck. Not that he would have to do much. She felt as if she was leaking, her juices bubbling out of her.

Realizing all this he even started out with two fingers, instead of one, shoving them inside her small pussy and scissoring them to spread her channel for his cock.

Nanao knew that sometimes he was in a particular mood. The first time he had taken her anally for example would always stay in her mind as one of those times.

Flashback

She noticed that he loved playing with her little back entrance and it embarrassed her horribly when he did it, especially when he pressed just the very tip of his finger inside but she also couldn’t deny how unbelievably edgy it made her feel. She knew he had more experience in bed than she did. And he knew it too because she had recently told him how he had been her first lover. He had seemed not to really care but when he took her that night, she felt something different. Something sweeter. Something more. It was actually an amazing thing to have a lover who knew so much about giving her and himself pleasure and she wouldn’t change it for anything having him introduce her to sex.

She had only ‘moved in’ recently. Finding that it was just more ‘efficient’, as she called it in her mind, to sleep in his house, since he would fuck her every night anyways. Also, she didn’t cherish the thought of having to leave his bed in the middle of the night or the early morning hours when it was getting colder outside now. It was expedient. That’s what she told herself. It didn’t have anything to do with the one time when she had been sick and Shunsui had cared for her with so much attentiveness or the little trinkets he left her all over. Nn, nn, nothing to do with that.

That particular night, Nanao stayed at the office longer than Sunsui, although that in itself was not a rarity, especially now that it was getting colder and darker earlier. He just didn’t feel like staying at the office after dark and made sure that he was home with the last rays of sun at the latest. She couldn’t even really begrudge him, because she actually thought she would have done the same if she had a choice.

So when she opened the door to his house and felt a hot gust of air nearly knocking her over, she quickly stepped through the door, closed it behind her and welcomed the warmth on her cold limbs.

“I hate the cold,” Shunsui said, a dark purple flower blanket wrapped miserably around himself, sitting next to the wood burner in the living room.

Nanao went over to him, where she kneeled before him, took his face in-between the palms of her hands and kissed his lips lingeringly, softly. Or at least tried to before he pulled back and pouted,

“Your lips are cold.”

“Then make them warm.”

She didn’t need to say anything else before Shunsui took her face in his hand, pulled her towards him and possessing her lips.

“You’re freezing,” he murmured.

“Then make me hot.”

He didn’t need an invitation, he never did, but his body went taut and he had her straddling his kneeling form before she knew what was happening. Happily she leaned down to lap at his lips, kissing them gently, playing with him, before opening her mouth and accepting that talented tongue of his, sliding into her mouth and taking her over.

He let his hands glide down along her ribcage until he took hold of her hips and helped her into a rhythm grinding against his pelvis in delicious movements. Her panting breath got louder when Shunsui left her hot wet tongue to kiss along her throat. Nanao closed her eyes and let her head fall back, enjoying the wet glide of his deft tongue towards her breasts. Unhurried, Shunsui opened her sash, so he could look upon her bared chest after shifting her bindings.

She was beautiful. It always hit Shunsui anew. Her skin pale like moonlight, her hair soft as watery silk, and her breasts, by the gods, the small erotic mounds were firm and swollen and fit perfectly into his hands so he still had some room to manoeuvre. He bowed his head down to the sweet offerings, tipped with dark pink where he encased them in his mouth, hearing Nanao gasp as he flicked his tongue over an end. Quickly, her hands came up to hold his head to her beautiful tits and he loved the feeling of her massaging fingers in his hair.

Shunsui wasn’t even thinking of the cold anymore. He was thinking of her nude body moving against his. His hard cock that was straining against the confines of his uniform and wanted nothing more than to slip into her, stretch her little pussy wide until he was in heaven. Gods, just thinking about it made his cock pulse in heated awaiting.

With no further ado, he got up with Nanao’s legs strapped around his hips, as he walked into their bedroom, hoping that it had already heated up from when he had started the fires around the various rooms in the house.

Opening the sliding door while still holding onto Nanao and continuing to run his tongue over her might not have been the easiest thing for other people but for Shunsui it seemed effortless.

He let both their bodies glide slowly onto the soft futon in the warm room and quickly divested Nanao of her clothing. When he had finished, for a second it seemed as if she was actually shy as she noticed that he was still fully dressed. It amused him how innocent Nanao sometimes still was despite all the things they had done. With a heated glint, he undressed quickly so he joined her naked body upon the bed, letting himself lie fully atop her, while he sought her mouth for a deep and long kiss, as she overcame her little bout of shyness. With glee, he thought that when this night was over, he would have Nanao blushing every time she thought about what he had planned for her tonight.

Slowly he let his hands trail over her torso, plumping her beautiful breasts before descending further, skipping her middle and gliding along her silky legs while pulling them apart and spreading them over the outside his legs so she was fully splayed before his gaze. On instinct she tried to close her legs but he wouldn’t let her and promptly he let his fingers dance over her bare pussy. Sliding in between her drenched pussy lips to sink one inside while his thumb played her clit. Nanao bucked against him at the fullness of his finger and the electric shock of his thumb.

“Nanao, I thought we could try something new today,” Shunsui said, while pushing another finger into her cunt and spreading them slowly but surely against her tiny sheath. It continuously amazed him, first that he could fit himself in her so perfectly and second, that every single time he fucked her, she was as tight as the first time he had fucked her. Which he now knew was truer than anything as she had admitted that he had been her first. He spread her even farther until he felt the pull that said ‘careful now’ and spread her just a bit more. She answered by getting even wetter.

“What?” Nanao just gasped, already her mind was swimming with pictures of all the ‘new things’ he had taught her before. Everything had left her gasping for breath and screaming for more.

“Hmm,” Shunsui just hummed, before he lay down on her once again and notched his impressive cock at her tiny opening. Slowly swirling it in her juices that were running down between her ass cheeks. Soon he pushed into her, spreading her wide to receive him. Nanao gasped and held onto one of his arms that was holding him up and carrying his weight next to her head, her nails deeply embedded in his skin as he pushed past any semblance of control. Deeper he went, his cock rasping along her walls, widening her for his possession. And that’s what it usually was. A possession.

Slowly he started undulating, taking her with him on the journey to paradise. She fell into his rhythm instantly, they had had much practice together and she felt his rhythm to the deepest parts of her core where she couldn’t even help it but instantly had to answer.

Shunsui leaned down to cup her cheek in the palm of his hand and kissed her lingeringly, quickly putting his arm beneath her middle to pull her into an upright position on his knees. Nanao gasped, interrupting their kiss for just a moment as gravity took her down even harder on his cock. She spread her legs further, trying to make more room for him as he continued with his crazy-making moves, as she interlaced her arms behind his head, to get traction against him and fall back into their rhythm.

Shunsui was cupping her ass, helping her along with her rhythm. She jerked as his finger dipped into the little valley of her ass cheeks, then retreated, going down to where they were joined and where her fluids ran so well, spreading more of her lubrication back to where his fingers continued to tease, preparing her, she knew. With each pass, his fingers would become more adventurous until he slipped one inside her anus, just the tip. He had done this before, had teased her, made her excitement burn that much brighter.

Nanao fought to relax against the building tension of her own out-of-control desires. Her thighs tightened around him, her moans keening whimpers in the silence of the bedroom as he inserted first one, then two fingers into her. He moved slowly, stretching the small opening as his mouth continued to sip and lick at her mouth and he kept his rhythm, while his fingers stretched her nether hole with deep, slow thrusts. Dipping out, drawing more of her natural lubrication as it pulsed from her cunt and spreading it to the tight little hole he was preparing with sensual, slow thrusts of his fingers.

“I want you to come for me.” His voice sounded raw and sensual. He whispered the words against her kiss-swollen lips. “I want you to scream for me, Nanao. Scream…” His fingers thrust deep and hard, his tongue dancing with hers wetly. She was close, so close. She arched into him, her breathing suspended, her throat closed against the scream building.

Once more he thrust his scissoring fingers into her back entrance as he pushed his cock into her cunt, his lips biting sloppily at hers and she splintered. Into a thousand pieces, giving him his cry of release as he continued to spread her ass as she gripped onto him tightly, as she tried to milk him but he had unreal control, it seemed. He didn’t come. As she was slumping over his shoulder, he whispered hotly into her ear.

“Before this night is out, I’ll take you there.” He punctuated his statement with another twist of his fingers in her ass. Nanao cried out weakly but knew he would.

He pulled out wetly from her reluctant body, turned her over and let her slide down onto her stomach, where he started licking a wet path down her spine, biting from time to time, until he arrived at her ass where he bit into her left cheek so hard, she knew she would carry a perfect set of teeth on it tomorrow, in remembrance. Then he started sliding into the crack. His tongue licked her over and over again, slowly starting from the little pucker where it dipped into the entrance for just a moment before he spread her thighs further apart, smoothing over her skin, making her tense, groan, and push against his mouth for more, embarrassed. But he continued downwards to her drenched pussy, lapping a bit at that well before he pulled back and traced a path back up her crack with his fingers.

“Scared?” he groaned, his head raising, his voice dark, harsh. Scared? Terrified he would stop. “More,” she begged. “More, Shunsui.” His fingers joined his mouth, moving the drenching lubrication of her pussy to her anus. His finger dipped in with each pass, pressing against her, easing his way into her body. Nanao was on fire. She panted, fighting to relax, to further invite the invasion of his fingers into her body. When it came, she nearly screamed from the bite of bliss that seared her. His fingers were back inside her now, stretching her, moving smoothly as he tongued her cunt to delirium, spreading the silky liquid back, keeping the entrance hot and easy to access as he drove her higher, always higher.

“I’m hard and thick, Nanao-chan, and all I want in this world right now is to hear you scream in pleasure as I slide my cock up your tight little ass. Are you ready for it?” She flattened her hands against the bed; her back arching as his fingers slid in then retreated.

“I want you,” Was all Nanao brought forth. Her head tossed. Nanao’s heart was thundering in her chest, her breathing ragged, almost a cry as he kept moving, lubricating both areas slowly.
He pulled the tender cheeks apart as he lifted a vial of lubrication. Nanao was shaking, but the moisture from her cunt had already coated the crack. She was so unbelievably wet, it seemed. Slowly, he lubricated the little hole further, his fingers stretching her, ignoring her moans now, the little shifts of her hips and the muscles flared around his fingers, then relaxed, stretching easily.

“I’ll know if I’m hurting you, Nanao-chan. Trust me to do this.” He began to come over her and nudged the head against her tiny opening, starting to push it slowly into her. She moaned as her hole widened for him, breathing deeply as he ordered, pushing against the invasion. Then the sound became louder, higher as the thickest portion began to enter her. He pressed the root in, hearing her cry of pained pleasure as it finally lodged behind the tight ring of muscles that were spreading in acquiescence.

His thighs clenched at the feeling of how tight she was holding him, her muscles gripping his cock, hot and tight. He brought his hand down on the cheek of her ass with a tender rub, observing where he was held so tightly in her grip.

And then he moved. So slowly, carefully. Nanao would be lying if she said it didn’t hurt but she didn’t stop him, knew that he knew her body nearly better than she did. He was moving in a rhythm that seemed to touch every single part of her as he pushed in, then out, spreading her far apart.

Soon, Nanao started to move with him, feeling the burn of pain turn to an entirely different sort of burn. She would be scorched when this was over. As he began to move with more surety, she felt her empty cunt contracting.

“You like it.” His hand reached beneath her hips to cup her cunt, feeling her juices, thick and hot against his fingers. She was soaked. Nanao was moaning loudly in answer, her cream now coating her thighs. Shunsui penetrated her cunt with his fingers, his thumb perfectly placed on her clit, and Nanao held onto his hand as he pulled her upright, so her back was flush against his chest. It was easy to move since she basically set in his lap now, her legs spread wide over his legs, his hand buried deep between her thighs.

“I can feel myself, when I touch you like this,” He whispered wickedly in her ear thrusting his fingers into her cunt again.

Quickly, their tryst got out of hand though and they started moving towards the finish. His fingers were clamped around her little nub now and small contractions were indicating her upcoming release.

“Come with me,” Nanao gasped, her head thrown back on his shoulder, which Shunsui instantly used to lick a path along her throat.

“I’ll be there with you,” he whispered against the skin of her throat.

And then they came in a firework. At least that’s what it seemed to Nanao.

Flashback end

Ooo~ooO

Even only remembering had Nanao so wet, that with barely any foreplay she took a hold of his cock and led it to her dripping hole, notching him at her entrance where he took over quickly, coming above her, inside her where after a short, hard ride they both exploded in bliss, naked in the middle of their training field.

Both didn’t move for a good long while, Shunsui still encased inside her, lying heavily on top of her but he knew she liked it when his body pressed her into the floor. With a sinuous move he thrust his half-hard cock once more into her tightness, making Nanao whimper and then turn still, before he pulled his cock back out and turned over so he was lying on his back right next to her, one side, practically fused together.

Then Nanao smiled, “By the gods, I have absolutely no self-restraint whatsoever.”

Shunsui chuckled, looking up into the cloudy sky, “How could you? We’ve been fucking for decades every single day; there would be something wrong with you if you didn’t feel the absence of it. Seriously, I have never used my hand so much as in these past few weeks. Seeing you every day, but not touching you was torture. You wouldn’t believe me how often I was contemplating just bending you over a desk and mounting you like a wild animal I was so desperate.
Now Nanao chuckled.
“Well, we tried, I guess.”

Shunsui gazed over to see her looking at him.

“I guess I was fooling myself when I thought we could just work together.”

“We’ve never just worked together, Nanao-chan. The day you started as my fukutaicho, I had already had you the night before, young as you were. We’ve never had just a work relationship.”

“But it has worked for us,” Nanao said.

“Except when it didn’t,” Shunsui countered.

“Nanao-“ Shunsui started.

“No, it is as it is. It is alright. I know why you did it. I even understand it. It does not mean that I have to like it though, so never do something like this again,” she said, becoming serious and talking for the first time since that fateful night about what had happened to them.

Shunsui looked away for just a moment, back up into the dark sky that looked as if it would be pouring soon, then back to face her and gaze into her eyes, leaned over and kissed her lips reverently.

~The End~
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