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IMPORTANT, PLEASE READ!

Despite how realistic this story
might seem, it is not intended as an instruction manual to try at
home!!! No, I have never tried stuff like and not done any research (for once),
so I want to make it known that everything here is nothing but FANTASY.
Which means I probably missed out on several points of just why it does NOT
work in REALITY (aside from the absolute insanity of trying to mess with
a respiratory disease and breath play at the same time). Breath play is
dangerous, and there have been lethal accidents! Just enjoy this story the way
it was meant to be, as a hot piece of kinky Shun/Juu smut, but nothing else.

THANKS FOR READING

Summary: Shunsui and
Juushirou play games. Hard games. Dangerous games. Adult games. But are those really
nothing but games? Breath Play, Anal, BDSM, COMPLETE, D/s, Dom, HJ, M/M, Oneshot,
Yaoi

Warning: Explicit sexual descriptions
(which you shouldn�t need to be warned about due to the Adult++ rating), kinky
as hell. See �Please Read� and �Summary� section for details.

~�~�~�~�~

Games

The games they play need trust.
Unconditional trust in the other so that both parties can enjoy them.

In the beginning, they started out
very slowly. After all, one can�t expect that the other magically knows just
what to do and how to act to get the desired results. And suddenly foraging
into dangerously new territory always brings a certain level of caution and
uncertainty with it.

In the beginning, they talked a
lot to sound out each others limits. Even while they played, they talked a lot
to make it as enjoyable as possible for both of them � to create the best precedence
to build their further games on. Games that draw heavily on past experiences
and call upon foundations laid earlier.

In the beginning, they did pretty harmless
stuff. A bit of bondage, a bit of roleplaying, a bit of power play. A blindfold
while being fed fruits. Hands tied loosely to the headboard during sex. Delayed
orgasm. Just fun stuff that plenty of otherwise vanilla couples dabbled in
occasionally to spice up their sex life.

To them, however, it was necessary
groundwork to learn boundaries and cement their trust in each other.

Slowly, they began to introduce
more things into their relationship. Toys. Pain. Dominance and submission.
Dildoes, buttplugs, cockrings, vibrators, nipple clamps, sounds, feathers, figging,
wax, canes, crops, paddles, floggers, full-body harnesses, whatever they could
come up with. Together, they explored the ins and outs of every single item on
their list, and together with those instruments they learned the ins and outs
of each others� bodies. Juushirou doesn�t like buttplugs and anal penetration
with anything thicker than a finger or two. Shunsui doesn�t like feathers because
they tickle and he can�t keep it up while laughing. But both of them like how
deliberately inflicted pain can heighten arousal exponentially.

Slowly, they etched reflexes into
each other throughout countless hours of playing. Whenever Shunsui steps so
close to Juushirou that they practically breathe the same air and when he starts
pinching Juushirou�s nipples to the point of brutality, he gets rewarded with a
soft moan and an unmistakable stirring in Juushirou�s groin. Whenever Juushirou
lights a beeswax candle in front of Shunsui, he gets rewarded by a sudden
dilation of Shunsui�s pupils and a quickening of breath.

Slowly, they pushed their limits.
Juushirou insisted on learning how to deep-throat Shunsui�s cock. It took quite
a bit of practice until he managed to find a technique that allows him to enjoy
the act, too. Shunsui wanted to see how far his own masochistic streak could be
pushed. After many sessions that consisted more of endurance than enjoyment, they
discovered that with the right kind of pain, Shunsui doesn�t need anything else
to catapult him to the height of arousal.

And they were still building
groundwork and learning how to read and manipulate each other�s bodies.

One day, Juushirou discovered that
Shunsui can ease him into a frame of mind where Juushirou�s sense of self is
completely drowned out in favor of obeying Shunshi�s every command without
thought. He has to trust that Shunsui won�t take advantage of him in such a
vulnerable state.

One day, Shunsui discovered that
he can get so high on pain that he wouldn�t think twice about doing himself
grievous harm in order to get even more sensations. He has to trust that
Juushirou stays in control and channels his urges into safer territory.

One day, they discovered that they
had bared their souls to each other without keeping anything back, not even
their deepest insecurities and most undesirable sides. They have to trust that
the other doesn�t use that knowledge to hurt them.

And then, one day, they suddenly
realized that they were ready to work on the underlying cause of their games. A
cause that is no game at all.

When Juushirou�s sickness rears
its head at the worst, his lungs and airways constrict so much that he doesn�t
only have trouble breathing but is close to the point of suffocation. As he
explained it to Shunsui, it feels like trying to suck in air through a very
small straw. Shunsui tried that experiment once, and he quickly realized that
after a few breaths, a primal fear the likes of which he had never encountered before
starts rearing its head. It took almost all his concentration to keep himself
from hyperventilating, and he could only do it because he knew that the straw
guaranteed a steady flow of air. And that he could easily stop the experiment
whenever he wanted to.

Juushirou had to weather his
torment without that kind of reassurance.

Afterwards, his respect for
Juushirou�s strength grew exponentially. And so, when his friend and occasional
lover asked for help to make his ordeal more bearable, he didn�t think twice before
agreeing. Together, they dissected the problem, and they came to the conclusion
that the fear is the worst. Shunsui�s presence during Juushirou�s worst times
helped, and it was even better when Shunsui curled around his fetal form to
provide a focus away from his constant struggle for air.

It was Shunsui who asked whether
it would be a good idea if he took up a more active role in distracting
Juushirou from his shortness of breath. Of course, with Shunsui that translated
into making sexual advances, but his success was quite limited. For one, sex
requires physical exertion, which makes Juushirou�s problem even more
pronounced. For another, Juushirou is nearly incapable of enjoying any pleasure
while fighting for every breath.

Juushirou however wasn�t that
willing to let go of the idea completely. Next to self-preservation, procreation
was one of the most powerful drives in the human psyche. If there was anything
strong enough to combat his gut-wrenching fear of suffocation, it would be
arousal. The only problem was how to induce it when the panic had already taken
hold of his body, and how to sustain it over longer periods of time.

Shunsui�s nonchalant answer was �training�.

At first, Juushirou was completely
taken aback, but the more he thought about it, the more the answer made sense. One
aspect of training is ingraining certain responses into muscle memory until
they become automatic and work even if the mind is occupied otherwise. Such reflexes
can be trained into a body through countless repetitions.

But they were out of ideas on how
to create a trigger for sexual responses, especially when some of the closest
ones, like Shunsui sucking him off, didn�t work.

After reflecting on just why they
didn�t work, Juushirou decided that if his panic was strong enough to disable
his physical sex drive, they would have to work on the mental aspect. They�d
have to find a way to lessen his fear enough that other responses were possible
again. And the only two ways they could think of to train the fear out of
Juushirou were to either make him face it under controlled conditions and hope
he�d overcome it, or to create positive memories associated with the trigger of
his fear.

And then, Shunsui once again had a
brilliant flash of insight: why not combine everything they had thought of up
to that moment? What if Juushirou could be trained to link the feeling of
suffocation to arousal? What if Juushirou could be taught to take enjoyment
from it?

Their first experiments though
quickly showed that training Juushirou that way wasn�t as easy as it sounded.
No matter how aroused, as soon as Juushirou didn�t have control over his
breathing anymore the fear took over and any enjoyment whatsoever was gone.

Mutually, they decided that this
definitely wasn�t the way to go about things. A new avenue had to be found.

This time, it was Juushirou who
timidly suggested their next approach. Training. Exercises to further their
trust in each other, until Juushirou doesn�t only know rationally that Shunsui won�t
ever let him suffocate, but until his body knows it, too.

And so they came up with their
games, and they agreed to take it incredibly slow to give the trust time to
grow and the responses time to settle into their bodies, and their minds time
to learn each other to the last corner of their psyche.

It took years, almost three
decades of dedicated work, but one day they wake up and realize that it has
happened. They understand each other so well that it is enough for Shunsui to
lazily turn onto his side and trail his hand down Juushirou�s belly, and when
their gazes meet, they know they are ready.

They start working out a scenario
for Juushirou, of the whens and hows to go about it. The techniques are tested
on Shunsui first, because he can afford to have a few bad experiences. He
doesn�t have to overcome centuries of panic, and he doesn�t need to go as far
as Juushirou will have to.

When they think they have a
working configuration, they let it rest a couple of weeks. And when they still
think it might work afterwards, they know they have done all they can. All that
remains is to set things into motion.

They wait for a time when
Juushirou�s lungs are clear and there is no wheeze in his throat, and once
again, it is enough for them to look at each other when they meet in the
hallways.

That evening, Shunsui takes care
not to make any special preparations because Juushirou needs to feel like what
they are going to do is just a� natural extension of what they have already
been practicing, nothing to be nervous or anxious about. Juushirou joins him
about two hours after dark, sliding open the doors to Shunsui�s quarters as
soundlessly as he always does. The white-haired shinigami looks a bit paler
than normal, and a faint tightening around the corner of his eye reveals that
he is indeed a bit nervous.

So Shunsui steps closer to him
until their faces are only inches apart, and he lifts his hands to slide apart Juushirou�s
layers of haori and gi. When he reaches the bare chest beneath, he latches on
to the tightening nipples and pinches them. Hard.

Juushirou�s whole body tightens,
arching into Shunsui with a hiss while his eyes relax and slide half-way shut
and his mouth falls open slightly. Shunsui takes the opportunity to lean in and
steal a long and thorough kiss, never stopping in his maltreatment of
Juushirou�s nipples. He doesn�t push it with the kiss, but normally it is
Juushirou who pulls away first as soon as he is starting to feel the first lack
of air. This time, Juushirou�s lips stay sealed against his until Shunsui
releases them a few seconds after he realizes the other man is getting
uncomfortable.

�Shhh,� he croons, resting his
forehead against Juushirou�s, staring deep into brown eyes. �We�ve got time. No
need to force it right now. Let�s just continue and see where we end up.�

Shunsui needs him to relax so that
Juushirou can slide into that mental state where he forgets about himself. They
have agreed that this will probably make things easiest for the first time.

His palms flatten on Juushirou�s
nipples when he splays his fingers and drags the nails of his thumbs hard
across Juushirou�s pectorals in a parody of a Y-section. Juushirou inhales
sharply and shivers once, then nods.

Shunsui lets his mouth lift in the
half-smirk that he knows Juushirou loves, and lets his own need make his eyes
glow strong and dependable. For tonight, Shunsui is the one in absolute
control, to the point that Juushirou can allow himself to slip into the
head-space where he becomes as malleable as putty in Shunsui�s hands.

He lets the edge of his thumb
nails trail lower, unite in a single line down Juushirou�s breast bone, lower
across his stomach, briefly parting around his navel, and then there is the
edge of Juushirou�s belt and hakama. Shunsui takes his time undressing his
lover, knowing that being manhandled like a child helps Juushirou reach the
necessary frame of mind. He carefully tugs on the sleeves of the long, white
haori, maneuvering Juushirou�s arms to slip out of the piece of clothing. It is
strange and yet reminiscent seeing Juushirou without the overcoat, reminding
Shunsui of the time they hadn�t been captains yet. Some three hundred years
ago, if he has kept his dates straight.

He slowly unties the cloth belt,
folding it as he goes, reverently placing Juushirou�s zanpakutou on the same
sword stand as his own. The gi automatically falls open, hung on broad and
straight shoulders as it is. Shunsui takes that one off, too, and carefully drapes
it over a convenient chest. Juushirou is now bare to his waist, simply standing
in the center of the warm room, his head bowed slightly. Stepping far into
Juushirou�s personal space, Shunsui leans in to steal another kiss, his clothed
chest rubbing against Juushirou�s naked one.

Shunsui won�t undress tonight, to
reinforce the impression of his dominance. It is one of the visual aspects they
found out Juushirou reacts to, especially when Shunsui is wearing his captain�s
haori without the second, richly decorated one slung across his shoulders. It
makes him seem more serious, more aggressive than his normally laid-back
exterior. He has even tied back his hair tightly, pulling his playful curls
straight against his scalp.

He holds the kiss a few more
seconds than Juushirou is strictly comfortable with, carding his fingers
calmingly through unbound white hair. Juushirou arches into him, moaning
slightly when Shunsui�s lips leave him. Through the cloth of their hakama,
Shunsui can feel that Juushirou is starting to get hard already.

Pressing his mouth tightly against
the side of Juushirou�s throat, Shunsui allows himself a slight smile and
pinches the nipples harder. The resulting gasp is beautiful, but not as
beautiful as the whines and moans and pleas Juushirou will make once their game
has progressed far enough for him to lose his inhibitions.

Shunsui nibbles on the tender
skin, occasionally drawing in a fold and worrying it until it blooms a deep red
and will leave a livid mark. If the marks are situated where he will later on
place his hands, that is sheer coincidence. It isn�t as if Shunsui worries,
because he knows how much Juushirou can take and how much he can push the
boundaries.

When he steps away Juushirou whines
and instinctively tries to follow him, but stops with a shudder when he sees
the way Shunsui�s eyes burn.

Juushirou�s pale skin looks � it
looks debauched with the marks Shunsui has left on him. A livid red collar of
mouth-shaped bruises around his neck, a y-shaped welt, a lighter red, splayed
prominently across his chest and down his abdomen, lips and nipples swollen to yet
another shade of dusky red.

And a faint hint of color blooming
across Juushirou�s cheeks as his pulse races and blood flows and desire builds.
It isn�t embarrassment � they have done far too many things to be still
embarrassed about anything with each other � it�s nothing more than a physical
response to rising temperatures and heightened exertion. He can see Juushirou�s
stomach quiver with soft pants, slowly calming as he watches. The heat in Juushirou�s
eyes though stays constant, keeping his gaze locked around the area of
Shunsui�s throat. For tonight, Juushirou won�t meet Shunsui�s eyes unless
Shunsui initiates it. This is yet another small way Juushirou shows that he
recognizes Shunsui�s command over him.

With an unhurried move, Shunsui
reaches inside the folds of his gi and retrieves two black leather bands,
nearly an inch in width and maybe eight, nine inches long. Juushirou�s nostrils
flare at the sight of them, and a small shudder runs through him as he licks
his lips in panting anticipation.

They are reiatsu inhibitors,
normally used for shinigami with high spirit pressure but insufficient control
to not flatten everyone around them.

Shunsui and Juushirou both have
perfect control, but a goal of tonight is to get Juushirou into a headspace
where he�s not in control. And because they are nearly equal in
strength, Shunsui needs an edge to create the power differential he is aiming
for. That, and they both like the feeling of the other�s reiatsu washing across
their unprotected skin, imprinting its pressure into every pore.

Shunsui remembers several ecstatic
times when he has gasped under the weight of lightening-infused waves crashing
around his body, scraping along his nerves until he was almost ready to come
from nothing more than standing in Juushirou�s overwhelming presence. Today, it
is Juushirou�s turn to get swallowed by the joyful depths of Shunsui�s reiatsu,
and so he trails his hands down Juushirou�s arms and fastens the black bands
around wrists thick from centuries of sword practice.

The reaction is nearly
instantaneous. With the first suppressor, Juushirou tenses and shivers because
his spiritual power is suddenly restrained to staying inside his skin. It is an
uncomfortable feeling of being too bloated, of being stuffed with too much in
too small a space. The second suppressor takes care of that, siphoning off
enough energy to make the pressure feel normal again, and incidentally powering
both suppressors.

Juushirou sighs when both bands
are closed around his wrists, rolling his shoulders and his neck to get rid of
the residual tension his sudden weakness causes. Shunsui knows that Juushirou
is getting used to losing an entire sense now that his reiatsu is restrained
from interacting with anything beyond his body. Shunsui�s pressure will be the
only thing Juushirou can still feel that way.

He gives his friend a minute to
collect himself, and when he sees him still and relax, Shunsui steps close to
him and gathers him in a strong embrace.

Then he begins to unfurl his own
reiatsu.

Juushirou moulds himself against
Shunsui�s body, burying his head in the crook of Shunsui�s neck. Shunsui can
feel Juushirou�s hot and rapid breath ghosting across his skin, and how the
wiry body clings to him. The pressure grows and grows and the inhibitors
prevent Juushirou from matching it like the equals they are, and Shunsui knows
how vulnerable and defenseless the other suddenly feels.

When Juushirou�s legs buckle,
Shunsui carefully guides him down to his knees and maintains the pressure right
there at that level. The force is strong enough to be ever present in the front
of Juushirou�s mind, but short of truly uncomfortable.

With one hand, he braces
Juushirou�s body against his thigh; with the other, he frees his throbbing
length from his hakama and rubs the tip against Juushirou�s lips. Like a
starving man, Juushirou starts licking it and sucking it, despite the fact that
he can barely keep himself upright under the pressure Shunsui exudes.

Gradually, Juushirou regains
enough control to support himself by grabbing Shunsui�s hips, and Shunsui can
concentrate on manipulating Juushirou�s head to find that angle-

There. All of a sudden,
Juushirou�s throat opens up and Shunsui slips deep, deep inside, and Juushirou
makes a sound that isn�t a whine and not a groan but still vibrates to the
depths of Shunsui�s bones. The hands around his hips clench spasmodically when Shunsui
starts thrusting into the wet, swallowing heat, always taking care to allow
Juushirou plenty of air in between. It is not the right moment yet to start
taking away Juushirou�s ability to breathe. It had been hard enough to get
Juushirou to be able to deepthroat, and they have agreed that it would be a
pity if they ruined all that work by putting too much stress on such a delicate
framework.

Shunsui�s fingers thread through
the hair along Juushirou�s scalp and put just enough pressure into it that it
has a soothing effect. He uses the fact that Juushirou is very receptive to
head massages to relax him even further while Shunsui slides so far into his
mouth that it feels like he�s fucking Juushirou�s lungs.

Seeing the way Juushirou�s eyes
are glazed over, Shunsui groans in pleasure and closes his own, concentrating
on his own body for the moment. Should Juushirou�s mood switch to distress,
Shunsui�s reiatsu will immediately pick up on it because it�s pressing so hard
against Juushirou�s.

But Juushirou isn�t distressed at
all; he is caught in a hazy pleasure that is pure physical sensation, and
Shunsui loves seeing and feeling him that way. Juushirou�s reiatsu is tingling
with undirected need as his mind is starting to lose its self-awareness. Just
what Shunsui has been aiming for.

Shunsui�s thrusts grow quicker as
his balls tighten, the throat around him vibrating with subvocal moans. He
feels the pressure building and the heat spreading, and the only warning Juushirou
gets is a long pause to draw in an extra breath before Shunsui plunges back
inside and stays there.

Juushirou swallows convulsively,
and on the second or third rhythmical ripples around his cock, Shunsui loses it
and arches into the eager throat. His reiatsu spikes involuntarily, and
Juushirou sags against him with a groan that blows Shunsui�s mind away. Shunsui
couldn�t say how long it takes before he reluctantly pulls back, lowering his
reiatsu to the level it had been at before.

Juushirou�s face is flushed and he
is panting harshly now that he can get air again, resting his forehead next to
Shunsui�s spent dick. The puffs of breath are cool against Shunsui�s moist and
oversensitive flesh while they�re both recovering from their exertions. Shunsui
supports him with one hand splayed across the center of his back, the other
carding softly through white tresses.

When they have calmed down again,
Shunsui draws Juushirou up and kisses him long and hard. He can taste himself
on Juushirou�s lips, and he likes how it mixes with Juushirou�s own, personal
taste. �Thank you,� he rumbles deep in his chest and gives Juushirou�s smiling
lips another lick before guiding both of them towards the unrolled futon in the
corner.

It has become tradition for
Shunsui to thank Juushirou after coming down his throat. To Shunsui, the act is
more intimate than any penetration could be, and he is awed every time at how
Juushirou can�t only open his throat for him, but also let Shunsui guide him
into doing so. Yes, Shunsui has tried, too, but he has never gotten over his
gag reflex. Although he can deepthroat, it isn�t pleasant for him, not in the
way he knows it is for Juushirou. The reverse holds true for fisting, but that doesn�t
have anything to do with their plans for tonight.

Right at the edge of the futon,
Shunsui stops Juushirou and tugs at the ties of his hakama. The folds sag nearly
immediately, but it isn�t until Shunsui unwraps the strings completely that the
garment falls down. He helps Juushirou step out of it, ridding him of his
footwear in the process. While Shunsui meticulously refolds the hakama and puts
the shoes aside, Juushirou keeps standing there, his hard cock jutting proudly
from a nest of white curls, his eyes glazed and half closed. Shunsui can�t help
himself and brushes a clothed thigh against the length when he guides them to
lie on their sides, Shunsui spooned up against Juushirou�s back.

Juushirou wriggles a bit against
Shunsui�s front, enjoying the sensation of coarse cloth rubbing across his naked
skin. He moans when Shunsui slings a leg over his and threads an arm beneath
their bodies until he can reach Juushirou�s erection. The leg starts making
sense when at the first stroke, Juushirou bucks wildly and only Shunsui�s tight
hold on him prevents him from doing damage to Shunsui�s groin.

�Shhh,� he whispers into
Juushirou�s ear, giving it a lazy lick. �Relax. There is no hurry.�

He moves his hand away from
Juushirou�s cock and instead rubs soothing circles across Juushirou�s abdomen.
His other hand, he uses to caress Juushirou�s chest and nipples, slowly gliding
higher to brush against his throat. The calloused pads of his fingers drag over
vulnerable skin, and Juushirou sighs and turns limp and bares his throat.

This is a very delicate point. Shunsui
is about to start on the central issue of their plans, and Juushirou knows it.
And of course Juushirou fears it a bit, too. So Shunsui takes great care to
ease Juushirou back into his pleasurable haze until he doesn�t think anymore
but only feels.

For a long time, Shunsui merely
keeps up the soothing motions, occasionally brushing one hand across
Juushirou�s cock, occasionally feathering the other across tight nipples.
Juushirou starts moaning slightly and writhing softly against Shunsui. When Shunsui
rests the whole palm of his hand against Juushirou�s throat though, Juushirou�s
neck muscles suddenly spring out in sharp relief and he stops breathing despite
Shunsui not exerting any pressure yet.

�Relax,� he repeats in the deep
voice that he knows will rumble pleasantly through Juushirou�s chest. But he
doesn�t take his hand away. They have practiced this step before, so that
Juushirou is familiar with the feel of a hand around his throat. �I won�t do
anything yet. I�ll tell you before.�

Slowly and deliberately the
tension leaves Juushirou�s muscles once again, and Shunsui tries to infuse as
much safe and calm into his reiatsu as he can. It takes several
minutes before Juushirou becomes comfortable with the hand at his throat, and
even longer when Shunsui starts lightly massaging the muscles beneath his
fingers.

�Good,� he croons when Juushirou
finally is limp against him except for the shallowly undulating hips that seek
friction for Juushirou�s aching cock. �Now, to the count of five.�

Shunsui uses the web between his
thumb and index finger to put pressure on the soft tissue between Juushirou�s
adam�s apple and his lower jaw line. He has to push up- and backwards, bracing
Juushirou�s head against his shoulder but leaving his fingers relaxed and
monitoring Juushirou�s pulse. It cuts off Juushirou�s air, but as soon as
Juushirou tenses and throws his head back, he can breathe again.

They have agreed on that method
because it allows Juushirou ultimate control and doesn�t put any pressure on
his throat veins, his larynx, or his wind pipe. After all, Shunsui doesn�t want
to knock Juushirou out or damage him in any way.

He slowly counts off the seconds
into Juushirou�s ear. �One. Two.� Juushirou�s pulse is picking up speed and
Shunsui can feel how the other is fighting to stay relaxed.

�Three.� Juushirou�s arm that
isn�t trapped beneath him reaches backwards to twist into Shunsui�s haori, and
his whole body except for his neck muscles stiffens.

�Four.� Juushirou�s reiatsu is
starting to churn with tension.

�Five.�

Shunsui relaxes his grip and air gushes
out of Juushirou�s lungs in a huff. The next inhale is rushed and deep, just
like the next exhale, but then Juushirou�s breathing normalizes. His heartbeat
and reiatsu follow a bit later, the tension slowly draining out of him. Shunsui
has taken care to time his grip to just before Juushirou�s exhale so that
plenty of air was in his lungs. Juushirou probably didn�t felt a single tingle
of oxygen deprivation. Then again, it is unnerving enough to be unable to
breathe whenever one wants to. When they tested the technique on Shunsui first,
it took him quite some time to get used to the sensation, too.

Only when Juushirou is relaxed
again does Shunsui slide his hand down Juushirou�s throat to his chest, lingers
over his nipples a bit before ascending back to its original position. With his
other hand, he gives Juushirou�s cock a few strokes to make sure his arousal
doesn�t wane any more than it already has.

This time, Juushirou doesn�t
protest the hand around his throat beyond a minute tensing that is gone as
quickly as it has come. Through his reiatsu, Shunsui projects all the pride he
feels for Juushirou at this achievement. Shunsui knows from his own experience
how hard it is to allow the grip again after it has already tightened once,
knowing it will tighten again. But Juushirou needs to get familiar with the
basics, needs to learn to be unafraid of them if they ever want to make
progress. That is even more important than how far they get tonight.

Shunsui can feel the answering
swell of emotion crest through Juushirou�s reiatsu, a mixture of gratefulness, surrender
to Shunsui�s every wish, and a trust so all-encompassing that it takes
Shunsui�s breath away. He is awed that Juushirou has managed to force his mind
back onto the road towards that headspace so quickly. Shunsui would have
expected it to take many repetitions to allow Juushirou to start sinking again.

He shudders briefly and fills his
reiatsu with the overwhelming emotions he feels at Juushirou�s unconditional surrender.

�Again, to five,� he manages
hoarsely. His hand tightens, and Juushirou doesn�t fight his sudden inability
to breathe. He counts out loud once again, releasing Juushirou just when he
said he would. This time, Juushirou has tensed a lot less and relaxes a lot
sooner.

Shunsui repeats that exercise a
few times, switching to silent counts after a while. When there is hardly any
agitation in Juushirou�s reiatsu anymore at the interruptions of his natural
breathing pattern, Shunsui increases the length. Seven. Ten. Always with enough
time to let Juushirou catch his breath in between. Always just before he can
exhale, because there is nothing as terrifying for Juushirou as trying to suck
in air and not being able to.

Somehow, Shunsui even manages to
keep Juushirou erect through all this, although he has softened quite a bit.

Everything goes so well that
Shunsui barely dares believe their luck. He hadn�t expected to get this far
anytime soon, but Juushirou continues to surprise him time and again with his
ability to just hand himself over to Shunsui without second thoughts. It
certainly had taken Shunsui three or four sessions to maintain anything
resembling an erection throughout the more dire problem of having someone choke
him. Then again, Shunsui had been the guinea-pig for their newly invented
methods, and they hadn�t known yet what was necessary to set up a balance.

Juushirou though seems completely
and utterly fine, so Shunsui decides to go ahead and see how far they can take
it.

Five, seven, ten are no problem. Fifteen
is pushing it, first signs of true discomfort appearing towards the end.
Shunsui goes back to ten and slowly builds up until Juushirou is capable of
drowning out the discomfort beneath his trust. It helps that Shunsui is stroking
his cock more intensely the longer Juushirou�s breath is cut off, and he gives
Juushirou ample time to recover in between and sink deeper.

Gradually, Shunsui stops
announcing the counts so that Juushirou can�t cling to numbers and instead is
forced to rely on his trust in Shunsui alone. Then he stops announcing anything
at all, merely letting his reiatsu enfold Juushirou in his awe and steadfast joy.

It works. Shunsui manages to wind
his way between pushing Juushirou further into the self-abandoning headspace he
is falling into, and not going so far as to trigger any survival instincts. The
count rises to twenty, twenty-five. Then it sinks again, but the time in
between grows shorter, not allowing Juushirou to catch his breath completely.

Shunsui is aiming for the dizzy
state where the low burn of oxygen deprivation is balanced equally by the burn
of arousal. He needs to let Juushirou breathe often enough to keep the need
from becoming overwhelming, but little enough to keep the oxygen from clearing
his head.

When Shunsui first found that frame
of mind under Juushirou�s care, he had known that this was the key to their
endeavors. It was powerful and sustainable, and dizzyingly delirious. Best of
all was that Juushirou had been able to take him back into that state, and was
able to extend the time Shunsui hovered there considerably. And, without their
conscious effort, it already etched the kind of reflex into Shunsui that they
were aiming for.

Nowadays, when Juushirou looks at
him in a certain way and slowly slides his hand up Shunsui�s chest, Shunsui
freezes and bares his neck. When Juushirou takes that opportunity to grip his
throat just below his jaw-line and push him up against the nearest wall, blood
immediately starts flowing into Shunsui�s cock. More blood relocates the longer
Juushirou holds that grip and the more the burn in Shunsui�s veins increases.

Well, until a certain point. When
too many survival instincts are threatened, the pleasure can turn to fear at
the drop of a hat. It is vitally important to keep a close surveillance on the
other�s frame of mind so that it doesn�t turn into torture.

Shunsui is so attuned to
Juushirou�s reiatsu that he probably catches the growing knot of panic before
Juushirou does. Immediately he stops choking Juushirou and takes away his hand from
his throat. He even draws back some of his spirit pressure. Once panic is on
the radar, the only way to combat it is to either throw the other into orgasm
within the next two to four seconds, or to immediately remove anything that
might have been the cause. Juushirou isn�t close enough for the first to work,
so Shunsui goes with the latter.

�Breathe,� he whispers into
Juushirou�s ear, and all of a sudden Juushirou�s sides are heaving with deep
inhales and equally deep exhales as he curls into himself. He doesn�t throw off
Shunsui�s arms and leg, but Shunsui knows Juushirou would if he tried to enforce
his touch beyond a reassurance that he was there..

He hasn�t realized how shallow
Juushirou�s breathing has become. He also hasn�t realized quite how far he has
taken Juushirou. A lot further than they have planned, which is entirely his
fault. Shunsui shouldn�t have given in to the temptation to push it just
because it was been going so well. First times never should be pushed.

�All right?� he asks in concern,
but keeps his self-recriminations out of his voice. In the state Juushirou is
currently in, he can�t deal with Shunsui showing anything but strength.

�Gimme�sec,� Juushirou slurs,
hoarsely, almost drunkenly. It�s the first thing he�s said since entering this
room tonight. Although he is rapidly surfacing from the depths of his mind,
Juushirou isn�t quite lucid yet. To Shunsui�s great relief though, the knot of
panic in his reiatsu has already dissolved as if it had never been there.

With the grace of a cat, Juushirou
tenses and stretches every muscle in his body in a single shivering, arching motion,
after which he bonelessly sinks back against Shunsui in satisfaction.

��gain,� he smiles dreamily and
relaxes with his throat bared in invitation. ��s good, j�s�t�fast�

Shunsui hums deep in his throat,
glad that Juushirou had gotten so effortlessly over what could have been a
costly mistake on Shunsui�s part. But he is reluctant to push it that far again
because he doesn�t want to test his luck twice. It is already a huge step that
Juushirou didn�t panic the very first time Shunsui cut off his air, unlike he had
done so many years ago.

In the end Shunsui goes with
Juushirou�s demands because it is important to immediately get back on the
horse one has been thrown off. That goes for both of them. But this time, he
will tilt the balance more heavily in favor of pleasure so that it can end
before panic has a chance of setting in. Shunsui needs to conclude this on as
positive a note as possible.

He unfurls his reiatsu and laces
it with all the steadfast encouragement he can. Juushirou gasps and impossibly grows
even limper against him. Shunsui can practically see him slide back into that
head-space Juushirou has briefly surfaced from. It happens nearly without
Shunsui�s interference.

He once again grasps Juushirou�s length
in one hand and slides the other across a taut stomach, sensitive nipples and
up to the oh-so-vulnerable throat. Juushirou swallows and tenses a bit at the
feeling, but he relaxes much faster than the first time.

�Five,� Shunsui once again warns
him while stroking Juushirou�s cock back to full hardness. Then he squeezes,
timed so that Juushirou is just about to exhale.

Everything goes faster this time,
more smoothly, even if Shunsui can hardly believe it. Juushirou�s mind relaxes
and sinks. His breathing grows shallower, without Shunsui�s hand constricting
his throat. His reiatsu calms and fills with the all-encompassing trust Shunsui
has marveled over already the first time. The second time it is even more
heart-wrenching because Shunsui doesn�t really think he deserves it after that
near-miss they�ve just had.

Nonetheless, Shunsui lets none of
that show in his reiatsu, being the indestructible pillar of strength and control
Juushirou needs him to be right now. To somewhat make up for his earlier
mistake, Shunsui takes great care to take it slow, even if Juushirou can
probably deal with a faster pace. The second time needs to reinforce the path
created by the first, especially when it has already worked well once.

And Juushirou responds
beautifully. Sinking and letting himself be manipulated and, most of all,
trusting. Handing himself over into Shunsui�s control without hesitation. It
makes Shunsui�s chest ache with a feeling that needs to remain unnamed because
it is too strong to be called wonder or love or awe or gratitude, or any other
single word.

Slowly, they approach that brink
where Juushirou hovers between the burn in his lungs and the burn in his cock. The
brink where, last time, panic welled up.

But Shunsui doesn�t think it will
happen this time.

The difference is that this time,
Juushirou�s cock is already leaking copiously and eagerly seeking out Shunsui�s
hand. The difference is that this time, Shunsui isn�t trying to take him deeper
yet again, but to throw him over into the abyss of orgasm. It will only take a
small push, a very small one, for Juushirou to tumble.

And Shunsui knows how to give that
push.

Gradually, he changes the tone of
his reiatsu from deep joy and encouragement to rigid strength and command. He
tightens his limbs around Juushirou in a live bondage, fisting his cock harder
and more insistently. He calls forth the kind of ruthless aggression he knows
Juushirou is especially receptive to in his current headspace.

�Take it,� Shunsui growls, and he
knows that Juushirou would gasp at the vibrations if he could breathe, �take what
I give you and be glad for it!�

Juushirou�s cock throbs in answer when
he bucks into Shunsui�s grip. Without ever tensing his neck muscles though, or
contesting Shunsui�s right to cut off his air, to Shunsui�s great pleasure.
Shunsui�s lips part in a toothy smile and he presses Juushirou�s head harder
against his shoulder.

�Take the burn and make it one!�
he hisses right into Juushirou�s ear, marveling at the way those glazed brown eyes
open wide but remain unseeing.

He gives Juushirou a last chance to
get air and then clamps down harder than ever before. �Burn and come!�

He floods his reiatsu with pure command,
fisting Juushirou�s cock violently in the way he knows Juushirou loves when he
is about to come.

�Come!� he grinds out, all
gravel and gnashing teeth, and he expects unquestioning obedience.

And Juushirou comes.

He arches backwards so suddenly
and violently that Shunsui barely avoids a painful collision of their heads. His
cock spurts thick white ribbons through Shunsui�s fingers, but Juushirou still
hasn�t made a single sound. For that matter, he isn�t breathing yet despite
Shunsui not exerting enough pressure anymore to cut off his air.

Nonetheless Shunsui milks
Juushirou�s cock rhythmically, and when the main force of the orgasm abates,
Juushirou finally � finally! � sucks in air greedily, panting harshly as the
last tremors run through him.

Shuddering and trembling with
aftershocks, Juushirou comes to rest against Shunsui�s chest. Shunsui slides
his hand away from Juushirou�s throat once he feels the pounding heart-beat
start slowing down; the other hand has already stopped its ministrations of
Juushirou�s cock to cup its softly twitching length with loose fingers. He runs
his palm across Juushirou�s heaving flank, petting him until his breath becomes
silent and unhurried and the afterglow sets in.

Afterwards, neither of them knows
how long they have been lying there. Shunsui keeps monitoring Juushirou�s
breath, which quickly falls into a normal pattern to his great relief.
Juushirou is slowly coming out of the head-space he has wedged himself into.

When Juushirou finds the strength
to turn around his heavy body and finds Shunsui�s mouth in a languid kiss, it
signals the approaching end. Wordlessly, Shunsui trails his hands down
Juushirou�s arms and unbuckles the suppressors around his wrists. First one,
then the other.

Like through a bursting dam,
Juushirou�s reiatsu spills out and flexes around the room. It feels almost like
a small orgasm of its own, just not laced with sexual energy. Juushirou closes
his eyes and relishes in the feeling of having one of his most important senses
back. Shunsui, too, closes his eyes to bask in the unquestionable evidence that
Juushirou is fine, down to his core.

Eventually, Juushirou reins in his
reiatsu again and rests his forehead against Shunsui�s. They look at each other
until Juushirou�s lips twitch in a wry grin. �Shower?�

Shunsui grunts, but his lips
twitch with the same grin when he sits up and inspects his sticky hand and
equally sticky sleeve. �Shower.�

They will play this game again and
again until Juushirou forgets where suffocation ends and arousal begins. They
will push the boundaries, and maybe it will work in the way they intended from
the very beginning. Maybe not.

Maybe everything will only remain a
game in the end.

Somehow, they don�t mind.

~�~�~�~�~

A/N: If you haven�t done so
yet, please go back to the very beginning and read the �Important, please
read!� section.

Interestingly enough, the obvious
pairing Shunsui/Juushirou never seems to get any kink attention. Yes, it is
mentioned nearly everywhere that they are a couple, but compared to all those
unattached Espada (most notably Grimmjow and Ulquiorra) or all-time favorites
like Aizen/Ichigo and Ishida/Ichigo, they get next to no action at all. Why?
Because their love is 2000 years old and doesn�t burn that strongly anymore?
Because they are old fogs and too mature to try any kinky shit with each other?
At least Juushirou seems to have something of a Safe, Sane and Consensual Dom
image when paired with anyone but Shunsui (at least in those fics I stumbled
across).

Well, be that as it may, this is
my humble contribution to the number of stories floating around out there. I
hope you enjoyed it, and I�m always happy about comments and criticism.

~Sakiku~
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