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Benefits of Arguing	By : Polymer Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 1373 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Fingers interlaced they pushed against one another. One shorter blonde haired figure shoved her slender body against the more substantial bulk of her co third seat. Brown eyes met lighter brown with equal consternation. Both could hear the encouraging whoops egging them on.

Sentarou pressed his tanned forehead covered in a white headband against Kiyone’s brow, shouting, “I respect him more than you do, shrimp!”

“No way, you big baboon! My respect is ten times more than yours is!” Kiyone shrilled back. The exact opposite of her shy bigger sister, she never backed down at a verbal challenge. Was it merely for show that Kiyone and Sentarou always argued or was it something far deeper? Neither wanted to question the endless tiffs because it seemed too fun.

“Well I don’t see how THAT is because your head’s swollen so big cause of those delusions you got!” he countered, tanned face flushed pink.

“Better a swelled head then a bonehead like you! Your skulls so thick it’d take a sledgehammer to beat any sense into it!”

A grin spread across his bearded countenance. His hairstyle always reminded Kiyone of an upside down triangle. Quirky, silly, but cute. “Ooh you’re asking for it, little girl!”

Sparks seemed to fly out of Kiyone’s eyes. “Little girl? I’m NOT a little girl! Take that back you bigmouthed jerk!”

That extra burst of irritation spurred her body to shove hard enough against Sentarou so he pitched backwards. Earth slammed heavily into his backside, knocking the wind from him. At once Kiyone launched herself atop him swinging her fists. Even though he blinked through a daze Sentarou blocked her blows. One of them connected with his jaw accidentally.

“Oww! Damn it!” he cursed.

“Well you should have moved your head out of the way!” she snapped, but she stopped with her fist poised. “I didn’t hit you THAT hard did I?”

“You should control that punch better!” he grumbled.

“You're just being a brat,” Kiyone muttered, suddenly realizing that she sat right on his hips.

Sentarou rubbed the big bruise blossoming to life on his abused jaw. “I am NOT a big baby! You whine as loud as one.”

“Let me look at it,” she sighed, shoving his hands out of the way.

“Ouch! It hurts! I’m not gonna let you…”

Kiyone bent over yanking his head to the side. “Just shut up and let me look you crybaby.”

“Well you didn’t have to hit me,” he complained, wriggling under her sufficiently so she blushed. Both her knees bracketing his hips maneuvered in just the right position that she felt a hard bulge. Her gloved hand brushed against the bruise briefly.

“It’s going to leave a bruise,” she decided, before sitting up again. Sentarou groaned with both hands askew of his head but most would think it was from the throbbing goose egg on his jaw, not from how perfectly she positioned her softness right where he ached for it.

“Your fat ass sitting on me doesn’t help,” he complained, placing both hands on her hips.

Blushing bright red she shrilled, “I don’t weigh THAT much!”

“You do so!” he snapped, wriggling. His hands didn’t push her off but held her where she was. Right where she needed the pressure the most that time. It felt so sinfully good she pressed down once more, glad secretly that Sentarou bucked up.

His voice echoed in her ears, “Do NOT!”

This wasn’t the first time she did this, and Sentarou knew it. Secretly those bucking movements generated delicious friction each of them craved. Behind the shouts their moans were concealed so the onlookers cheered them on. Kiyone shrilled to the nearest unseated squad member, “Get this big baby an ice pack now!”

One squadmember saluted. “At once, Kiyone san!”

“And you, stop staring! Go wait for us back at the squad! We’re going to settle this one,” he began, rocking more steadily. Right through her hakama too, just right… there. Kiyone bit back a whimper of need, hiding it behind her hand.

“Right Sentarou san!” the squad members chorused.

“Fourth seat take over!” Sentarou bellowed, causing Kiyone to put her hands in her ears.

“No, I wanted to give the order! Fourth seat take over!”

Used to this the fourth seat shrugged and motioned the others to follow him. Soon the two were left alone to their own devices. Kiyone whined, “This is all your fault Sentarou!”

“Well THIS is your fault,” he answered, grabbing her hips again. He dragged her right over that bump in his hakama so she could feel every inch of it RIGHT at that hottest point.

“You get me like this, you jerk,” she frowned, but it was clear from the muffled sigh and her eyes fluttering shut she wanted to continue. Sentarou released her hips, pressing down on the ground behind himself to lever up to a sitting position.

“It’s just as much you as me, you booger girl,” he rasped, bringing his face into inches of hers. Legs spread out to an awkward angle now that he sat with crossed legs she grabbed his shoulders.

“What are you going to do about it huh, goat face?” she grinned, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Sentarou repositioned her grunting, “Same thing I always do.”

Her fingers squeezed his shoulders, massaging the strong muscles. One hand slid down his arm grasping his biceps hard. She almost bit her tongue to suppress the deep groan of him rocking her over his hardness. “Sentarou, hurry up!”

“You’re already wet enough,” he whispered in her ear. “Always impatient.”

“You’re the one who’s rock hard, minute man,” she couldn’t help teasing, because she loved the indignant look on his face.

Giving her a near death glare she knew was just for show he taunted, “What’s that? I can last longer than you can, any day!”

“Prove it!” she challenged.

“Ha-ha, I bet you’ll get off before me,” he snickered, bucking under her. His hand slid up over

her front, covering one breast.

She muffled a groan. “Mmmn… that’s cheating.”

“Isn’t if you’re doing the same,” Sentarou whispered, pulling her hand to his chest, and the other between them.

Shivering in desire Kiyone hissed, “I can’t feel your clumsy hands if you don’t use them right.”

One of her hands pulled at her sash. Sentarou brushed it away and pulled her top apart revealing her kosode underneath. Falling silent he curled his hands over the small mounds bound by bandages. Kiyone closed her eyes at his gentle squeezes that massaged and kneaded her through the bandages.

“Oooh…” she whimpered. Throughout her body spread the itching tingle.

He smirked. “Like that?”

Frustrated he stopped she pressed her brow to his white headband. “Mmm yeah… but don’t stop…”

“Could you undo my sash dummy?” he asked, though the word was not in anger but gentleness.

Kiyone nodded to this as she reached for the ends of his sash. The jerking motions she made showed how much she missed his hands already. His tanned chest emerged from the deepening V she made from spreading his kimono. Harsh pants from both heated the air immediately around their faces. Across his smooth well defined chest she ran her gloved hands, impressed. By now Sentarou lightly nipped at her neck.

“Not so hard, I’m going to cry out, idiot,” she panted.

“Then don’t be such a loudmouth,” Sentarou teased, but smiled.

Lips close to his ear she whispered, “I think someone’s coming.”

“Not a problem,” Sentarou murmured, taking her legs in his hands. Grunting he boosted Kiyone in his arms so their fronts pressed together. Still their zanpakuto were slung at their hips. She locked her gloved hands around his neck securely, inhaling his rich musky scent. She recognized it as the cologne she’d given him during the seasonal swap that Rukia had said was ‘secret santa’.

The blonde third seat stroked her tongue down his ear. “Your place is closer. If you put me down we can get there faster.”

“Shut up,” he muttered, using flash step.

**

Through the sliding door to his quarters Sentarou carried her, and turned around so she could push the door while he still carried her wrapped around his waist. Kiyone lifted her head from his shoulder, shivering. “You had to show off and get me all cold didn’t you?”

“Well excuse me for wanting to keep going without people interrupting,” he griped, carrying her through the neatly organized one room antechamber. She caught a glimpse of a family picture she’d seen a few times of a man with similar features to Sentarou. Vice captain Kotsubaki.

“Well you were the one who said I was heavy and now you’re showing off like such a MAN,” Kiyone griped. Sentarou ignored this and sat down on the bed with her. He reached down at her waist carefully removing her Zanpakuto in its sheath.

“Get mine will you?” he panted, unwrapping her legs from his waist. Taking hold of both he set them in a sword stand well out of their way. He also removed her sandals for her as well as her kimono. It landed next to his on the end of the bed in a tangle.

Impatiently Kiyone lay back on the comfortable bed that was soft and springy under her. “If we take so long they’ll miss us, slowpoke!”

“Hold your horses! They’ll be busy. Trust me,” Sentarou grumbled, pulling at her hakama to expose her legs.

“What are you doing!” she yelped.

“I just want to look at you this time, ok?” Sentarou shot back, undoing his hakama so they dropped around his ankles.

Kiyone covered her eyes with her white gloved hands. “In front of me! You pervert!”

“It’s not like you haven’t seen me before, silly,” Sentarou argued, resting their hakama after folding them neatly. He removed his headband and set it atop the pile. Now only in his loincloth he crawled onto the bed that shifted under his added weight.

“It’s just we usually leave our clothes on to save time,” Kiyone feebly complained, slipping under the covers.

“Stop hiding you idiot,” Sentarou griped, whipping the covers off her.

Crossing her arms over her chest she shivered. “Eek stop it! I’m cold…”

“I’ll warm you up fast enough, so stop complaining,” he promised, lying next to her. Side by side she lay in the shadow caused by his body blocking the light from the window covered in shades. Kiyone closed her eyes tightly and extended her arms to him. Sentarou’s beard tickled her bare skin as he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tightly to him.

The petite blonde looped her arms around his neck, still keeping her eyes tightly shut. Her leg wrapped over one hip hoping to pull their crotches together to relieve her ache. Slightly chapped lips brushed over hers lightly. Hands squeezed her breasts at the same time she felt herself pushed flat on her back. Sentarou loomed over her like a protective shadow. Automatically her legs parted and twined around his legs in a lower body embrace.

Still threading one arm around his neck to hold his head in place worshipping her neck, she slipped down her hand tentatively. Sentarou took hold of it and pressed it over his loincloth.

At once she frowned and grabbed hold of the object in question. Two of his fingers pushed her undergarment aside and slipped into her womanhood.

“Ugh… nice and wet…” he whispered.

“Stop stating the obvious moron,” she griped nervously. Her hand squeezed him.

“Yeah… do it again. But not too tight… remember?” he chided.

“Your fingers aren’t long enough,” she whimpered in frustration.

“Always complaining aren’t you?”

“Why don’t you put it in me, or are you chicken?” she challenged.

To this he opened his mouth wide but no sound came out for a full minute. The blonde inwardly giggled after he confessed, “I can put it in you, I just… well… you never ASKED!”

“Then put it in! Or are you going to tell me you’re afraid it won’t FIT?” she blurted out.

Sweat beaded on his forehad. “Why do you think I’m doing this, I don’t’ want to hurt you, Kiyone."

“Next you’re going to tell me it’s so huge that I’ll be screaming in pain. Please… it won’t hurt any worse than a pap smear!”

“A what?” Sentarou asked, stopping. Both of them blushed before Sentarou sat to the side, fingers still shifting in and out as she held onto him.

“Don’t you know anything? It’s when women get tested for cervical cancer,” she sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Your sister’s the medical genius not me… you mean to tell me they put something UP there?” Sentarou asked.

“Don’t make it sound like it’s a disgusting thing!” Kiyone snapped squeezing him. But her hand giving the back of his head a smack was what he yelped at.

“Ow hey, I didn’t mean that!” he groaned. He knelt between her parted legs, still thrusting and scissoring. Kiyone groaned, using both her hands to slide up and down his shaft.

“You made it sound like it was something sick," she complained.

“I just didn’t think having something shoved up inside me was too fun.”

Kiyone glared at him. “You’re going to put THAT inside of me you hypocrite!”

“Would you just listen to me? I mean anything other than a sex toy!” Sentarou babbled. Then turned the deepest shade of red.

Her wide eyes were laughable. “Oh… ok… I didn’t know that you…”

“Some men don’t mind having things shoved up their backsides if they’re toys,” he said quietly, continuing to spread her. She whimpered at the wiggle of his thumb on her bud.

“Or if they’re gay or bi?” Kiyone completed. Sentarou nodded shyly.

“Even some straight men that’ve got a fetish. What did you think that squad 12 only sold those toys to women?”

Kiyone’s eyes widened. “I thought they just sold gigais as sex dolls.”

“Why would I need THAT when I have the real thing here?” Sentarou said embarrassed, though he remained very hard in her hand.

“J… just put it in me before I go crazy!” Kiyone ordered him, giving him a tug.

“Well FINE! You’re so damn pushy,” Sentarou gritted, but she could see the eagerness in his eyes.

Fuming in irritation and sexual need Kiyone finally yanked him down the same minute he positioned himself anyway. The sudden thrust slammed right into her as Sentarou lost his balance and flopped on top of her. Kiyone’s pained gasp barely escaped because he weighed her down so much. “Get off you big goon!”

“I’m sorry,” he gasped in worry, pushing himself up.

“It’s not THAT part, I just… you’re heavy,” she quickly reassured him, her legs holding him inside.

Relief filled his flushed face, drawing Kiyone’s attention away from the discomfort of him spreading her so forcefully. He panted, trying to keep his self control as she jerked and twitched around him. “Good… because I don’t wanna take it out. You feel so good.”

“It DID fit, idiot,” she teased, feeling embarrassed and giddy. “Even though you’re too damn big.”

“Uh… thanks…” he said with an equally awkward chuckle. He shoved in and out, firmly but with delicious pressure.

“Try sitting up," she suggested. Sentarou ignored her and thrust down and deep.

“Why, doesn’t this feel good?” he asked. “Or do you want to be on top?”

“Wait, you can lie on your side and come in from behind…” she said.

“We’ll… try that next time,” Sentarou panted as he slammed into her with relief. He pulled her hips up and thrust her against the headboard and pile of pillows. Then he let her lay back and straightened up so he could glance down at her and undo the band around her breasts. Lying down with her hips pulled up onto his knees she felt the friction of his length against her bud that tickled even more.

“Ah… I’m going… Crazy… Sentarou!” she yelped.

“G… good because I think I’m going to…”

“Don’t you dare pull out!” Kiyone snapped, slamming her hips with her small legs caught in a death grip. Sentarou grunted, his face twisting into what looked like a grimace. His eyes rolled into the back of his head almost making her laugh. His hands squeezing her breasts sent her over the edge.

Kiyone let out a scream, shaking at the sensation of something hot and sticky shooting into her. Sentarou lay backwards, his tip pressing the back of her sheath enough to wring white hot pleasure exploding behind her eyes. He had the most blessed out look on his face that both amused and touched Kiyone. Sweaty, her legs felt like pieces of lead.

Sentarou opened his eyes, chuckling. “So… who came first?”

“Oh shut up,” Kiyone half choked, wanting to smack him. But Sentarou pulled out and leaned up next to her, giving her a soft kiss that surprised her.

“If we do that again I will,” Sentarou teased, rubbing his hands down her chilled and stimulated body.

Her head perked up. “If you do it again?”

“When,” Sentarou corrected her. “Cause I just need… to recover and we can try it that other way…”

She liked how he pulled the blankets over them and curled up, pulling her to lie next to him. He threw a leg over her hip possessively, as if laying claim. Kiyone didn’t mind how his beard tickled her shoulder as she threw arms over his neck and caught him in a kiss. Desperately trying to part his lips. To her surprise and delight Sentarou yielded access.

It then dawned on her how easy and comfortable it felt. She felt that bold of desire slamming into her, and the itch returned. Sentarou moaned happily into the kiss, before coming up for air.

He smirked. “You DO have a big mouth. And it’s just perfect for this…”

“I thought you were going to want me to put THAT in my mouth next,” Kiyone teased, moving so his soft length rubbed between her legs.

“Um… it’s dirty though,” Sentarou said embarrassed, swallowing hard. “It… it’s better if we do that sort of thing before we do this.”

“Scardy cat,” Kiyone taunted him.

“Am not,” Sentarou said, pulling her towards him as he yawned. She leaned into him eagerly, just enjoying that relaxed feeling washing her.

**

“How late is it?” Kiyone murmured drowsily.

“Four o’clock,” said Sentarou, giving her neck a soft kiss.

Immediately she tensed. “Oh SHIT! We’re in trouble!”

“It’s ok, don’t move will you?” he snapped.

Kiyone struggled to pull away from him, reluctantly. “Why not! We’ll be slammed for this!!!!”

“Are you deaf I said it was ok? Do you think I’d have done this if we DIDN'T have time?” Sentarou shouted, pulling her backwards.

“But… the trainees… I…”

The dark haired third seat gulped. “Don’t kill me for this, but I was acting under orders."

“ORDERS? What the HELL do you mean!” shouted Kiyone, flipping over and pinning him down.

“Easy, easy, it wasn’t what you think!”

“Then what was it!” Kiyone shrilled, pinning his arms at either side of his head.

“From Kuchiki fukaitaicho! She wanted US to do this!”

“WHAT?” Kiyone gasped, her mind blanking out.

“Well… she was getting sick of us arguing all the time. Her orders were and I quote, “You silly rukongai idiot, take her with you training, and then after you start fighting TAKE her to your quarters and don’t come back till you’ve both have reason to shut up!”

“She said that?” asked Kiyone, heart pounding.

The tanned third seat shrugged. “Well she is Fukaitaicho, and I can’t disobey an order.”

Kiyone sat down on his hips in frustration, her hands on her hips so her breasts pressed out more. “Why did you keep that from me? She just told me to stay with you and shut you up!”

“She said she’d given you the same instructions so I assumed that you knew!” Sentarou retorted, pulling her into position.

“You make me so MAD!” Kiyone growled her mouth close to his. He twitched hard between her legs.

“Same here!” Sentarou countered, and pulled her into a kiss. He then flipped her to her side and pulled her leg over his hip, sliding his length carefully to her womanhood. She could feel something leaking out of her and blushed in embarrassment.

Slamming into her he nipped her ear. Kiyone gasped at the force of it, shivering with even more desire. That same hunger that prompted her to catch onto his arguments. It sobered her to realize that even her intense fantasies of herself and Ukitake didn’t compare to this. Her back arched with each toe curling thrust. His one hand grabbed onto a breast and kneaded it like clay, pinching a nipple. Kiyone tended to the other, throwing her arm back to hold onto his neck.

***

Across Division 13 Ukitake sipped tea in his office, and gave a sigh of pleasure. He turned to his subordinate who sat across the desk from him, also lifting a cup to her mouth.

“It’s rather quiet,” he commented.

Rukia nodded. “Good. I know that Unohana Taicho recommended it.”

Black eyebrows lifted slightly. Ukitake sipped more tea. “Really? I am aware of that but this is the first time in ages it has been so peaceful.”

Rukia’s sapphire eyes twinkled mischievously. A look that Ukitake knew well. That hint of a smile twitched the corner of her lips. “All it took was a bit of clever orders…”

“Wait a minute, what exactly are you suggesting?” Ukitake asked his new subordinate.

“Notice anything ELSE missing?” she giggled, hiding her mouth with one tekku covered hand. Unlike her brother’s they reached past her elbows.

“You mean Kiyone and Sentarou? Well I have to admit I was curious where they were for most of the day,” Ukitake confessed, rubbing his neck as he smiled with her.

“I gave them very SPECIAL orders. You probably won’t see them till tomorrow if their mission is a success,” Rukia smirked triumphantly, putting her teacup down. She rose to her feet and bowed.

“Kuchiki fukaitaicho dono?” he asked, cocking a brow. “I must admit I’m intrigued.”

“You’ll find out soon enough when you see them. Meanwhile I’m going to take over from the fourth seat,” she announced as she rose from her bow. Amused, Ukitake waved and watched her leave.
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