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- 1-In Which Walls Speak
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Ah, what can I say? RanHitsu IS my Bleach OTP. XD I don't know why, but...I just adore the idea of them being together (not to mention it's REALLY hot XD). Hope y'all enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: Well, I certainly do not own Bleach. That right belongs to the glorious Kubo Tite. *bows to him*

�I told
you, not now!� He hissed, glancing about him in apprehension�getting caught
with her hanging all over him would do neither of them any favors.

Thankfully, the
hallway was vacant.

Matsumoto Rangiku,
inebriated lieutenant of the esteemed Tenth Division, and proud bearer of one
of the largest sets of breasts Soul Society had ever seen, pouted as she leaned
into his back, her arms slung over his shoulders like she was using him as a
kickstand to keep her diminished balance.

Voice slurred, she
said, �But taichouuuuu�I want youuuu��

�Yes, I figured
that much,� he replied dryly, eyes fixated on her hands�they weren�t moving lower,
were they? She wouldn�t dare to bring their indecency into such a public arena�

No, this was
Matsumoto.

Of course
she would.

And, seeing as he
was momentarily paralyzed by her close proximity�she still had the power to do
that to him regardless of how long they�d been intimate�Hitsugaya Toushirou
couldn�t bloody stop her.

�Awww,� she
giggled. �You�re so cute.�

Yes, her hands
were definitely lower.

He grumbled �Shut
up,� and tried to maneuver out of her grasp, though the attempt was vain�while
her drunkenness was irrefutable, she managed to plant her feet rather firmly on
the ground, as if she had wet cement stuck to the bottoms of her sandals.

Troublesome,
indeed.

Rangiku giggled
again, and this time, her breath tickled the inside of his ear. �My taichou�s
modest�heehee��

Clenching his jaw,
Hitsugaya began to say, �Put a sock in it, Matsu�� and cut himself off quite
abruptly when one of her arms slid from its perch and the corresponding hand
wandered all the way south, smack into the goldmine.

His eyes, wide
enough in their natural state, went even wider.

�Holy shit,�
he gasped, completely forgetting that he was not only a captain, but
also Hitsugaya Toushirou on top of it, and Hitsugaya Toushirou had more dignity
than to use profanity as a means of expression.

Usually.

When the jewels
weren�t being grabbed, that is. For some reason, normal rules did not seem to
apply in this sort of situation.

�You want me too,
see?� Matsumoto had her head tilted to the side, and she grinned at him when he
turned his impossibly wide eyes on her.

It was a naughty
grin.

A �take me now,
you wild beast� grin.

Screw me sideways, slantways,
backwards, upwards, forwards, anywhere...

Oh dear God.

Hitsugaya
Toushirou, child prodigy�and youngest individual ever to be made a captain�had
willpower.

He would not
succumb to temptation, no sir! Because Hitsugaya was above all that �pleasures
of the flesh� nonsense. Far, far above it. Never even crossed his mind.

Willpower. Yes.

�Say it,
taichouuuuuu. Say you want meeee��

Her fingers
tightened, and he jerked.

Willpower.

�No.�

They were
caressing him now.

�Pleaaaseee?�

His mind began to
shut down, go completely blank. System failure�what the hell was willpower,
again? It had to be something important
if he possessed so much of it�

�or not.

Growling, he whipped around wildly and yanked her to
him, their mouths mashing together in a collision of teeth and tongues.

So maybe he did want her. Pretty badly, at that.
Enough to make out with her shamelessly in the hall, where anyone who happened
to wander along would bear witness. It wasn�t entirely his fault,
though. She started it.

But he still had a sense of decorum�or was it self
preservation?� however, and he knew that, at the rate this was going, they had
to move, and move soon. Matsumoto kept grinding her hips against his,
and the friction was driving him utterly insane. Hell, were he anyone other than
Hitsugaya Toushirou, he would�ve thrown her down and ended the torture right
out in the open.

Unfortunately for him�his lieutenant clearly did not
care where they did the deed�his genetic makeup rarely allowed for impulse
action. Rutting in the hall qualified as impulsive.

�Matsumoto,�
he commanded gruffly, �put your legs around me.�

�Ohhhh
taichou, so forward,� she purred, tracing his jaw line with a fingertip.

He
shuddered. �Just do it, please.�

Rangiku
grinned. �Well�since you said please�� She wrapped her legs securely about his
waist and gave his nose a peck.

Hitching
her up a bit higher�it always amazed him how light she was�Hitsugaya stared at
her for all of two seconds before he kissed her, and thus the entire process
repeated.

No,
no, no�get out of the hall. Out. Of. The. Hall. Not here.

Tricky.

Where
to go?

�Taichouuuu,
hurry��

Yes.
Time to start trying doors.

Once
he was sure he wouldn�t drop her, he took a few steps back, and when he
encountered nothing but air, a few steps more�

And
touched something solid.

Somehow,
he freed one of his hands and groped along for a handle or a knob�while
Matsumoto did her own groping, which was quite a distraction�and found what he
sought.

�Whoa!�

The
door swung open, and he nearly toppled over when his support suddenly vanished.

Since
she was on the other side of tipsy, Rangiku thought this was very funny.

�I
never knew you were a klutz,� she teased, cackling. Her taichou glared at her,
but that only made her laugh more. �Where are we, anyway? It�s really dark,
mm?�

Hitsugaya
had been about to make a scathing remark, however his curiosity got the better
of him, and he looked around.

Judging
by the boxes that were stacked haphazardly in every corner and the other random
knickknacks, books, and weaponry that seemed to have been tossed in here
because there was no place else to put them, they had stumbled across a storage
room.

Hitsugaya
raised his eyebrows.

I
learn new things every day�

He
didn�t remember there being a storage room around here.

And
if he didn�t remember, he was almost positive no one else would.

Matsumoto
shared a similar opinion.

She
eased the door shut, spun around to face him, her haori�scandalously low-cut as
it was�almost completely undone.

�No
need to wait now,� she said.

Fleetingly,
Hitsugaya wondered what would happen if he heeded his morals and walked out on
her. She was his lieutenant, after all, and technically, they were
supposed to think of each other as asexual. He might be doing them both a favor
by putting his foot down. In the long run, it may spare them grief. Logic told
him they couldn�t stay together forever�

Did
it? Or is that you telling yourself in the guise of logic?

He
had no idea. And it didn�t matter.

Hitsugaya
stopped caring the day he saw Matsumoto�s face when he made love to her instead
of imagining Hinamori�s, like he used to when this whirlwind began. What if
it was Momo? What if she was the one scraping her nails down my back and
pressing her chest into mine and screaming my name?

What
if, what if, what if.

No
is.

And
there would never be an is, because they were too much like siblings,
because they had played together as children, because he vowed he would watch
over her, the way a brother protects his sister.

Matsumoto
was most definitely not a sister.

She
was�

�a lover.

Bunching
a handful of his jacket in either fist, she tugged him close, and he let her.

To hell with dignity. He had no need of
it.

---

�Ouch!
Madarame, pay attention!�

�I�m
trying, I�m trying, for God�s sake. You whine like a friggin� girl
sometimes�OOF!�

�What
was that?�

Ikkaku
groaned. �Nothing��

�Are
you sure?�

If
he hadn�t been holding one end of the table, he would�ve made a rude gesture at
the lieutenant, but he settled for glaring at him menacingly instead.

Hisagi
Shuuhei was not fazed. �Well?� He demanded, the three thin scars over his eye
giving him a rather sinister appearance�quite misleading, really, since most of
his female counterparts insisted he was �one of the nicest guys you�ll ever
meet!� The ruse did come in useful on
occasion; he couldn�t deny that, especially when he wanted to intimidate
someone. Perhaps his face wasn�t as scary-looking as Zaraki-taichou�s, but he
made do with what he had.

�Yes,
I�m sure,� the bald officer of the eleventh division grumbled. �Can we get this
over with now?�

Smirking,
Hisagi hoisted his end of the table and led the way while Ikkaku whined (�I�m
gonna have a huge ass bruise on my stomach thanks to you.� �Why the hell did we
have to bring the damn table all the way out here? It could�ve waited until
morning.� �Storage room�bah! The guy is smoking crack�I�ve never seen a damn
storage room��) under his breath.

The
lieutenant rolled his eyes.

Granted,
there were plenty other things he�d rather be doing now than carting a table to
the remote end of the East Wing, with Ikkaku, no less, however those were his
orders, and he had no choice but to follow them.

�You�re
both strapping young lads,� Yamamoto-taichou had said. �Do an old man a favor
and get rid of this for me. It�s taking up too much space in here.�

Though
he couldn�t read minds, Hisagi was pretty decent at interpreting facial
expressions, and he knew without having to ask that the commander of the Gotei
13 did not want the table gone because it took up space.

The
thing was ugly.

So.
A few mishaps (involving mashed fingers and toes�and stomachs) and a dozen
stops for directions later�Storage room? Are you joking? What storage room?�here
they were.

�Kira
said it was somewhere along this hall,� he mused. �So�I guess we should start
opening doors.�

�Brilliant
suggestion,� Ikkaku answered dryly. �Your intelligence is��

But
no one would ever know what Ikkaku thought of Hisagi�s intelligence, because
something more interesting captured his attention before he got to the point.

�Oh�oh
yes��

Hisagi�s
eyes nearly bugged out of his head, and he flushed. No�it can�t be�

Ikkaku,
on the other hand, gently set his burden on the ground�forcing Hisagi to do the
same�and crept toward the door directly opposite them like a sleuth hot on a
case.

The
whole display was exaggerated, of course.

�Ohhhhh�yes�harder�.�

Hisagi�s
jaw fell.

That
was Matsumoto�s voice. He�d stake his life on it.

�Hoo-hoo-hoo!�
Ikkaku snickered. �Sounds like the babe�s getting some ass!�

�Shhhhh!�
Hisagi waved his hands frantically. �She�ll hear you��

�OH!�

Ikkaku
grinned. �No she won�t.�

Good
lord�Hisagi hung his head, cheeks positively flaming. Apparently, the
storage room wasn�t as secret as they thought.

---

She
moaned into his ear as he strove against her, and he was convinced he�d never
get enough of this. That voice�her register was deep for a female, deep and sensual,
and it heightened his arousal to the point where he couldn�t concentrate on
anything but what he was doing to her.

The
room had turned out to be a godsend, since neither of them had to worry about
how much noise they made for fear of being discovered. Matsumoto was always
vocal, naturally, yet for whatever reason, she was exceptionally loud tonight,
panting and mewling and just generally making a racket�Hitsugaya wasn�t certain
if it was the alcohol talking or not, but he didn�t care to find out.

His
name was included�multiple times�in her ecstatic exclamations, which he
gathered was an affirmation of his competence.

And
despite the fact that he was Hitsugaya Toushirou, resident stick-in-the-mud,
his ego did the ROCK ON, SEX GOD! WHO�S YOUR DADDY? strut around
town.

�Shiro�that
feels so good��

Yes
indeedy. Shiro-chan was a happy, happy boy.

To
prove it, he growled and sped up the pace, because he knew she liked it fast,
and received the expected results; her fingers tangled in his hair, her legs
clamped tighter about him, and her glorious mouth was open wide, unable to form
words, only sounds.

No,
he would never have enough.

Seeing
her, feeling her jilt each time he pressed in, pressed her closer to the
wall�They hadn�t made it to the floor, hadn�t bothered with a desk; most of
their clothes were still on, except both halves of her haori were pushed to the
side, and his jacket lie discarded on the floor.

�Never,
never, never, never��

Rangiku
gazed at him in wonder. Maybe this wasn�t the first time they�d been together,
but it is the first time she could recall him speaking during the act.
Normally, he�d bite his lip or bury his face against her neck and stay that way
until they finished. She�d learn later that it embarrassed him to give his
pleasure audible form. He said he was anxious he�d sound too �girly,� or some
such nonsense�she giggled hysterically when he confided to her, which probably
wasn�t the smartest move, as he made a more conscious effort to clam up in the
heat of the moment.

But�

Maybe,
just maybe, if she played her cards right, she could persuade him to renege on
his irrational vow of silence. Hearing oneself only can become rather
monotonous after a while, not to mention it takes a lot of the fun out of the
whole thing.

Her
hands cupped his cheeks.

�Never
what?� She whispered, her nose brushing his. �Tell me.�

He
looked at her as if he was a lost puppy, youthful�gorgeous, enthralling�features
contorted by desire, by want, and she persisted.

�I
want you to tell me,� Rangiku said in earnest, stroking baby-soft skin. She
kissed him. �I want you to show me, Shiro��

The
sound of his name seemed to ignite something in him; he blinked once, twice�and
decided it was now or never. They were alone, just he and she and nobody else.
She accepted him, he knew, or else she wouldn�t be so attentive, so in tune
with his psyche, so observant of subtle changes in his behavior�

If
there was any person in the world he could risk sharing all of himself with, it
was Matsumoto Rangiku.

Never
breaking the eye contact, he slammed into her so quickly her breath caught.

�I
need you�Oh God, I need you��

�Shiro��
she murmured, lost in the depths of those penetrating eyes that stared at her
as though she were the most beautiful creature that ever lived.

This
wasn�t merely sex anymore. It was something else entirely.

�Don�t
leave me,� he rasped, clutching her to him, making their connection deeper, and
she cried out.

�I
won�t�I won�t��

Groaning
low, he grasped her thighs and dragged them forward.

�Stay
with me.�

Her
lips on his were cool, yet they burned.

�I
will.�

And
she meant it. Gin was too late. He destroyed any possible future they may have
had when he pledged allegiance to Aizen however long ago�

She still loved
him, yes, and she still thought of him from time to time, but even if he were to
return tomorrow, she wouldn�t try to rekindle a dead flame. No point. Not when
her heart was already twined up in this man, her taichou, her Shiro.

There were only
two women in his life that he would allow to call him by his name. Hinamori
Momo was one of them.

�Shiro,�
she repeated, driving her hips down to meet his frenzied thrusts. �Yes.�

Rangiku
was the other.

�More�more�don�t
stop�oh Shiro�don�t��

And
Hitsugaya Toushirou surrendered.

�Never.�

---

Kotetsu Isane was perplexed. And irritated,
if she were to be completely honest with herself.

�Unohana-taichou
asked me to do this, and I am more than happy to serve her,� the fourth
division lieutenant insisted resolutely, ignoring the cynical voice in the back
of her head that suggested she should be pitching a bona-fide hissy fit right
now. �Yes. More than happy��

Isane
adored and respected her taichou, truly she did. She still remembered the day
she was promoted with as much clarity as when it happened�certain people wrote
the fourth division off as a group of misfit weaklings, however Isane had been
overjoyed to join their ranks and never wished for a moment to be placed
somewhere else. She was a healer at heart, a gentle yet firm soul, able to hold
her own in combat.

Unohana
depended on her, trusted her, had faith in her abilities, and in return, Isane
practically worshipped the ground she walked on. Yes, her taichou may have
appeared weak to those who didn�t know any better, however Isane saw firsthand
what the soft-spoken, somewhat eccentric woman was capable of, and she actually
felt rather sorry for the idiots that underestimated her.

She
was a captain, after all.

But.
All that aside�it was so hard to feel amicable toward her at present,
particularly when she�d spent the past twenty minutes traipsing about in search
of some secluded storage room while carrying an ancient�and hefty�volume on
herb lore that Unohana-taichou decided, quite suddenly, needed to be got rid
of.

�I�m
not even sure why I kept it here for so long,� she�d remarked airily, and
turned her serene smile on her subordinate. �Very outdated, you see, Isane. And
silly, too, I daresay. Most medieval herbals are, though��

�Ah�certainly,
taichou,� Isane replied politely, masking her confusion. �Um�did you need me for
something?�

�Hmm?�
Unohana glanced at her as if she had forgotten why her lieutenant was there in
the first place, but then recognition dawned. �Oh! Yes. Do be a dear and take
this to the storage room in the East Wing, would you, Isane?�

Instantly,
the lieutenant had a sinking feeling in her gut. As far as she knew, there wasn�t
a storage room anywhere, but Unohana did seem confident�

So,
despite her qualms, Isane played the role of the dutiful officer�she did that
often�and commenced a wild goose chase, sometime during which she convinced
herself she was too nice.

�I
should�ve pretended I was sick,� she groused, shifting the book to her left
arm�the right one was stiff and locked at the elbow. �Ouch,� she winced as she
shook it out, and then sighed dejectedly. �I�m never going to find this
place��

�Oy!
Isane!�

Her
brow furrowed. She must be hallucinating�

�Isane!�
The same voice heralded her, and she spun around.

Hisagi
had his ear up against a door, and Ikkaku was waving at her.

�C�mere!�
He hissed, sounding very much like a kid on holiday.

Puzzled�there
was a table sitting in the middle of the hall, which she considered odd�she
strode over to where they huddled, and Ikkaku slung an arm about her shoulders.
He noticed the book and grinned.

�Let
me guess. You�re looking for the storage room.�

Isane
perked up. �Yes!� She almost cried in relief. �Do you know where it is?� Her
eyes strayed to Hisagi. �What are you doing, Hi��

�Oh�OH�OH��

The
book tumbled out of her grasp, and if Ikkaku�s reflexes were a hair slower,
it would�ve hit the floor with a loud�and damning�thud.

Oblivious,
Isane pressed her fingers to her lips, blushing furiously.

�My
goodness,� she whispered. �There�s�someone�s having�� She covered her
burning face with both hands.

Hisagi,
while not entirely rid of his own blush, had since allowed his morbid
fascination to govern him, and he and Ikkaku exchanged significant looks.

�That�s
the storage room,� he informed the flustered lieutenant in hushed tones,
jerking his thumb at the door. �And Matsumoto�s in there, but we can�t figure
out who she�s with.�

�I
betcha anything it�s one of those snot-nosed newbies,� Ikkaku scoffed. �They�ve
been mooning all over her since orientation��

�SHIRO!
OH, YES! YES! SHIRO!�

Isane�s
hands dropped like two dead flies.

Ikkaku,
mouth already open, stayed frozen that way.

Hisagi
blanched.

They
all knew �Shiro� could only be one person.

�Hitsugaya��
Ikkaku began.

��Toushirou,�
Isane finished.

And
Hisagi was speechless.

This
little excursion was becoming more complicated by the second, and as soon as it
ended, he resolved to get drunk.

Very,
very drunk.

---

He
couldn�t hold on. Between Matsumoto�s impassioned cries and her muscles
contracting about him, he just couldn�t hold on.

�No,
no�let me hear you,� she said through throat raw from screaming. He had been
about to hide his face in the crook of her neck, but she shook her head,
panting. Her orgasm had hit her hard, and she hadn�t quite recovered yet.

Hitsugaya
stared at her, wide-eyed and wild, his hair damp with sweat and his skin slick.

�Matsu��
he groaned and cut himself off.

�Say
my name,� she urged, combing the hair away from his forehead. �Please,
Shiro�you�ve never said it.�

His
breath hitched. �Rangiku��

And
then it crashed into him, and he let go.

�Rangiku!�
Her name exploded out of him, signaling his release, and slumped against her,
chest heaving. Sated, she held him, and continued to hold him as they sank to
the ground, neither possessing enough energy to remain upright.

�Well,�
Matsumoto said cheerfully, �that was fun, don�t you think?� She felt him smile.

�Mm,�
he murmured sleepily. �Fun��

She
giggled softly and kissed him.

�We�ll
have to do it again.�

When
his arms tightened around her torso, she considered that answer enough.

---

A
week after their tryst in the storage room, Hitsugaya conducted an
interrogation.

�All
right,� he said sternly, treating all three persons present to an individual
glare. �What is going on, here?�

Ikkaku
forced himself to swallow his laughter. �Er�nothing, Hitsugaya. Taichou,� he
added quickly.

The
captain scowled at him and moved on.

�Hisagi?�

�I�have
no idea what you�re talking about, really. I haven�t been acting unusual at
all�� He faltered under Hitsugaya�s steely gaze and clamped his mouth shut.

�We
know about you and Matsumoto,� Isane burst out.

Silence.

Appearing
as if he was on the verge of apoplexy, Hitsugaya grated out, �How?�

Isane
looked to Hisagi and Ikkaku for aid, but neither of them spoke. She spilled the
beans, so she had to talk.

Cringing,
she said, �We�heard you.�

�Where?�
Hitsugaya demanded curtly.

�In�in
the storage room,� she squeaked.

More
silence.

Rubbing
his temples, the tenth division captain finally said, �If I hear that any
of you talked, you�re all dead, am I clear?�

The
three officers jumped to their feet.

�Yes,�
they replied in unison.

�Good.
Now go,� Hitsugaya ordered.

They
went.

All
except for Ikkaku, who lingered behind.

�Props
to you, man,� he congratulated with a wicked smirk. �She was really screaming��

Hitsugaya
stepped over Ikkaku�s twitching form and stopped at the door.

�You
bet your ass she was,� he said, and walked away.

He
had a hard time wiping the smile off his face.
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