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Disclaimers: Bleach belongs
to Kubo Tite. I can only dream.

A/N: This chapter is set in the
past. Unfortunately, I needed all the different fonts to play with, so it�s
not completely in italics but This is definitely a memory.

As usual, Italics denotes thoughts.

When I say �man�, I�m referring to
gender, not (im)mortality.

Definitions

Fuku-taichou: Vice captain

Futon: Japanese bedding

Previously:

Why did it apply only to
Renji, and not Rukia? Then he remembered.

I promised you all. I
wouldn't allow any more crazy impulses that corrupt the heart to overrule the
mind. I'm sorry...

0o-------------------o0

Yoruichi x Byakuya

What was that cup of water for?

Now that they were actually in his
bedroom, Byakuya was not so sure this was a good idea. It was as if a miniature
tempest had assaulted him, tearing off his clothes and what a powerful
kick- Then again, he had to admit he was more than willing... But wasn't there
something he had to remember...

The bundle of deceptive fragility
straddling him seemed to think otherwise, as she leaned forward.

How nice, another beautifully
developed life-size toy to play with. Better make a chart of sorts, just for
the fun of it.

"Remember this, Byakuya..."

Exhaling while whispering against
the base of one ear, both hands rested on his shoulders.

"Don't touch me until I allow you to."

One hand trailed down towards the
muscled ridge of his stomach while taking a leisurely and lengthy detour,
followed by her eager mouth. Nipping and sucking one nipple before moving to
the other, her other hand encircled his throat with a thumb resting above his
pulse. Both adoration and threat at the same time, the fleshy pad
pressed down with gradually increasing force each time his hands brushed her
skin. Offering and denying in the same instant was the method to madness, as one
would say...

"Yo... rui... chi..."

A light sheen of sweat now
covering his body was in contrast to her own dryness. The way those long
fingers twitched, while trying to stop themselves from reacting naturally was
fascinating. Grasping them, she closed his curling digits around the underside
of ample breasts. Pulling herself upright, she drew him to her.

�Do as you please, my
fuku-taichou��

Tipping her head back, humid breath caressed her throat.

"Tempt me, if you can. Make me
want... so we lose ourselves within each other..."

The heady rush of being conferred
control was empowering. He did not know how to go about it but no matter, he
would try while experimenting. Her dusky skin was refreshingly cooling. Pressing
his mouth against delicately bared invitation and gently licking the same spot
a few times before sucking hard, lean fingers tightened around lush firmness.

Soft globes easily conformed
against the palms of his hands, threatening to spill over but felt so snug� so
perfect... as if she were made for him... what will it be like when we actually-
This thought sent a rush of desire through him so intense, it made him shiver.

The enticing quiver of her body against
his, the quick shallowness of her breathing told him that despite his fumbling,
he wasn't as inept as he feared himself to be in this particular field. It
emboldened Byakuya and gave him courage to be more daring.

He's not too bad, but I'll just
add a little more acting into the response...

Cupping and massaging the nape of
his neck, that extra bit of acting became honest reaction when his lips found
her breasts. Mimicking what she had done and doing it so well... She found
herself involuntarily moving her hips restlessly against his to try and relieve
the aching emptiness that demanded immediate relief. I have to regain
control...

A bluish-white glow encased her
palm, as she closed it over semi-aroused flesh. His limbs stiffened in reaction.

So cold-

He was probably feeling as if ice
had blessed him... now she had to help him regain heat. Backing off as her uneven
breathing became normal again, she was moving downwards until she could press a
light kiss against that sensitive extension. Glancing upwards, the look on his
face was priceless. Completely shorn of detachment and so... emotive...

Very, very gently running dull
edges of the four front teeth over fragile skin, she took the limp cock into
her mouth. Not doing anything when the tip touched the back of her throat,
except exhaling warmly in one long breath. A choked gasp escaped him, fingers
digging into wrinkled cotton and silk, at the toe-curling effect of a rise in
temperature. Then she was retreating partially, ensuring the more fluid caress
of damp lips on the not-so-limp penis. Resisting the urge to laugh at
doe-shaped eyes wide with surprise, she drew his erection back in but bestowed the
additional attentiveness of her tongue.

Fingers, lips, variation... part of
him shamelessly rocked narrow hips against merciless adoration, while another
part of him wallowed in shame. Shame at losing unflappable calm. Shame at not
caring about the rules he had been brought up on. Shame that despite knowing
all this, he still burned with a lust so strong that nothing else mattered but
her...

Pulling back and swirling her tongue
around the jutting tip, it was fun to be the guilty initiator while corrupting
another. A hand now rested on his chest, pushing him back down.

Now there was a particular pleasure
point to find, just behind the balls- There�

In that brief pause of respite from her,
Byakuya was assailed with a mountain of inner musing that he did not like. Where did she
get this knowledge from? How many men had she been with? Who were they? Was she
still... seeing them? He briefly wondered if he was headed for bedlam, even as
the knuckles of balled-up fists became deathly white while crumpling the duvet
beneath them. Barely able to prevent himself from losing total control, dark
hair pressed into the pillows as he struggled not to give in to the relentless
source of exquisite torment...

Attaining the title of 'General'
was no mere frippery. Yama-ji had it bestowed because of her outstanding ability
in battle. This was a bout she would win, no exception there. But... was this man
always so serious?!

"Stop thinking so much."

What the-

"Whatever's on your mind is doing
terrible things to your face."

She was weird. He was dumbfounded.

"You actually have an expression."

Torn between outrage and the
urge to laugh, the choice was taken from him as she lowered her head once
more, slim fingers uncovering never-before-experienced delight and
the-things-shedidwith... her... mo...uth...

He didn't know how to react,
or what the proper behavior should be although at this point, his train of
thought was entirely derailed. The delicious pressure building up in his abdomen
seemed to have imploded, forceful waves of pleasure knocking the breath out of him.

Licking a blob of white stickiness
off her lips, she swallowed while relishing the sublime substance resembling
buttermilk saltiness. Very appealing, to find this usually in-control lieutenant not
knowing anything and even better, responding with unadulterated naivety... It
thrilled her predatory instincts and was a massive turn-on, even as she moved
away from him to take a swig of water. Mm, he'd remember her forever after.
Yoruichi wanted more of this volatile behavior, to experience the gleeful
triumph of seeing impassive features finally distorted with passion, to hear
him beg for mercy and feel his- ah, that gave her another idea.

"Is... that... what... for-"

"Shh, you wouldn't like the full
taste of yourself on my lips."

So saying, she kissed him
aggressively before breaking that brief contact to concentrate on other areas.
Burying her face in the crook of his neck, a mischievous urge to leave a
signature of sorts was too inviting.

Leaving a trail of not-so-random
hickies on the fair expanse of skin, it was telltale evidence he'd have to cover up
with a scarf the next day, and which eventually became a habit.

Tracing the curve of his ear, such
simplicity made him shiver with anticipation as she made a thorough exploration
of the inner ear to highlight hidden sensatory ambrosia.

"Are you always this reserved? So hard to please..."

Sultry innuendo only heightened
the primal allure of this woman in his arms. The kind your parents warned you
about- The sensual massaging of her fingers, as she coaxed him back into
erect glory was electrifying.

"But I like that. You're warm, I'm wet...
a perfect fit."

Her words were not an incantation, but had him spell-bound. At this point, he would do anything for her.

"Do you want me?"

Teasing with deliberately dense
innocence, relief was withheld while continuing to fondle and brand him with her
mouth. She could feel the involuntary vibration as he shuddered with the sheer
magnitude of unsuppressed longing.

"Y-yes..."

Wait, how was this going to-

"I'm not... don't quite... aaa..."

She was in charge here. Wouldn't
want him to worry, seeing that he knew practically nothing.

"Leave it all to me..."

She would strip him of all those
layers he had constructed about himself, drain him into exhausted languor...
ensuring insatiable craving that he would always be addicted to, for as long
as she wanted.

Shifting upwards and spreading
slim legs further, letting ramrod hardness glide in like the first leisurely suck on
a knob of stick candy� she wanted to eat him up. Persuading him into a sitting
position, her toes were now resting on either side of the askew pillow. It was
satisfying, to feel throbbing cylindrical heat embedded between her thighs once
more. Resting her head against his chest, listening to an increased heartbeat gave
her immense gratification.

That pert bottom rubbing against
his testicles felt amazingly good, as his hands gently kneaded rounded
flesh. Her slender form wedged tightly in his lap, Byakuya was discovering the
perilous joys of varying angles and snug dampness enclosing heightened nerve
endings. He wanted more. She didn't move. Only one word escaped him, and it
wasn't 'Stop'.

"Please..."

She was biding her time, waiting
for that particular tone of desperation. Hearing him repeat himself as if
restraint was giving way under the unbearable strain of mindless need, she was finally satisfied.

Making a minor adjustment, the
slight forward rotating motion of slim hips as if easing herself higher up towards a
saddlehorn was initiated, before sliding back into the centre of the saddle.
Yoruichi smiled sweetly up at him, giving him a glimpse of defined edges of
gleaming teeth.

This sly- Full of never-ending
surprises that titillated and shocked. Broad hands now tightened around her buttocks,
as he clutched desperately at the last straws of coherent thought. His body refused
to obey any faint warnings from a yielding mind, as he gasped out the last fragments
of dissent.

"What- pregnant-"

Time to resort to the usual methods,
or she would throttle him. Whispering between gritted teeth, she slowly ground
her hips against his, breath tickling his lips. There was a menacing glint in feral yellow slits.

"Herbs. Prevent. Later. Shut. Up."

Rounding her hips in a more emphasised motion as he gasped in response to the devastating distraction, she was highly aware that he was close to breaking point. The poor man was sweating as if he'd run a marathon. Inexperience had its perks, despite the short span of tolerance and
over-eagerness to conclude.

To be inside compressive slickness...
each short, sharp jerk of her hips brought him closer to blissful limbo. On
the next repeated action, Yoruichi added the finish of tightly clenched
sphincter muscles. The abruptness of that move sent a thrill shooting up his
spine, overflowing to encompass his entire being... For a moment, he felt as if
he was burning up like a shooting star, then the excess heat was being drained
away inside unendingly enjoyable constriction.

Milking such innocent eagerness
was worth it, as sticky rapture was spilled and seemed to sear her insides.
Clutching him as his body tensed, she shuddered with the gratifying magnitude
of forcibly delayed release. A thin trickle of translucent viscosity ran down her inner
thigh. Wiping it up with a little finger, she sucked it off before kissing him gently,
allowing him to adjust comfortably to the faint taste of their combined climax.
Promising him more encounters that they could slake mutual desires in without
care, even if the world should crumble while they fucked each other into
mindless oblivion...

She was intoxicating decadence
that he wanted to reclaim over and over again. She was... it had been... he needed
to rest.

A sated and winded lieutenant
fell backwards to slump on the futon and pulled her along with him. At this rate,
she would kill him with an overload of pleasurable stimulation.

Trying to regain a smidgen of
composure was hard, even as she lay panting in the circle of his arms. His brain
was starting to function properly once more, and there was a question that had
to be asked. Otherwise he might end up doing something foolish to vanquish the
frustration.

"How many men have you slept with?"

Damn. Hadn't he heard of the phrase
'no strings attached'? That was a disastrous question. Men tended to be very touchy
on that subject, as she'd found out through painful error. According to the rigid norms of traditional society: Experienced men were studs; experienced women were sluts. They were mostly hypocrites with double standards, but the same could also be said of the female gender. Was he one of those? Tell him a number, and he'll never want to come
near me again. Lie to him, when he's not dense enough to fool...Selective
truth would be the best way out of this complication, for which a
black-and-white answer would be fatal.

"Now? Only you. I am faithful to whoever I'm with at that point of time."

No response.

Raising her head to look at him,
she could see night-black irises narrowing to an unpleasant size. Yoruichi really
wanted him to believe her. Praying for the right words and hoping he wouldn't
have a knee-jerk reaction, slender fingers cupped his jaw.

"Before you, I had a past. That
can�t be changed, but the present can be altered."

Those enigmatic eyes flickered towards
her, face still inscrutable. The seconds crawled by.

"I think... it's my turn to be on top."

It was as if a great weight had
tumbled off her shoulders. Then she found herself flat on her back, looking up
into features bearing that same gentle, indefinable expression. Pale fingers stroked
her cheek as he moved much closer, smooth angles settling against supple
curves and hollows. Suppressing a whimper at the tantalizingly intimate fit, it had
been too long since she'd embraced the weight and warmth of a man like this...

"Is there some... form of protocol to all this?"

Hearing spontaneous, light-hearted laughter cast a mellow glow over this entire situation, as he'd intended. Closing both eyes briefly, she re-opened them to unveil hazy amusement apparent in her smile. His duties followed him everywhere, it seemed. She'd just have to guide them in the appropriate
direction.

Hooking her legs around his waist
as he sought deeper pleasure, a gasp was elicited from her as she felt him solidly
entrenched inside once more. Pale amber eyes were now smoky with increasing desire,
as she moaned in protest at his question and lack of movement.

"You talk too much for onc-"

Shutting her up with his mouth brought
temporary bliss, before they were overwhelmed by heady ecstasy once more.

Both were establishing a pattern that neither one would anticipate the outcome of.

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