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Dreams are Liars	By : BookMaggot Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1653 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Okay, this is probably one of my favorite parings, and one which is sorely lacking in bleach -_-. So i decided to take matters into my own hands and write my own! Yeah!
Well it keeps me out of trouble... or not as the case may be >_>
Enjoy and if you guys like it, I'll probably be writing more in the future :D
Dreams are Liars
Dreams were good.
They were a convenient escape, a means for your body and mind to work through problems you don't always have time for.
But sometimes dreams turned against you. Like when they turned into vicious nightmares you couldn't wake up from. Or when you dreamed of having hot needy sex with Jushiro Ukitake.
That's when dreams became bitches in disguise. Memories filled with hot nights under silk sheets or ramming the frail body up against a tree under pale moonlight were burned into his mind for eternity. At first he was certain it was just a simple crush. But as time passed and the dreams become more... erotic, he knew he was in more trouble than he first thought.
Hot, sexy, delicious, orgasmic trouble... but still trouble.
He didn't know why they started but he certainly remembered when. He'd gone to visit the 13^th division captain in regards to Rukia's duties. She was extremely busy with division work. and he was worried that it might overwhelm her in the long run. He'd stepped into the calming house with a brisk knock, and found the taichou face down on the floor. Without thinking he'd turned him over to find his hair and face stained with blood. After confirming that he was still breathing, he hoisted him up and bodily carried him to the bed, trying to ignore how ungodly light the taller man was.
The handsome captain had laid there on the futon, breathing heavily as Byakuya in a moment of kindness, cleaned his stained face. His blood soaked hair cascaded in every direction, his kimono had pulled open to reveal pale skin untouched by crimson, and a small frown had creased his brow.
He'd looked so fragile, so weak.
So utterly fuckable.
After that moment he couldn't stop dreaming about screwing the man into any surface he could find. To bend him, claim him and take him for himself.
Still that's all they were, dreams and Byakuya knew it was a futile effort to chase them, no matter how delicious they were.
Byakuya sat quietly at his desk, the afternoon sun spilling in through the cracks in the curtains. He’d shut them the moment he’d set foot in his office, the happy scenes of spring, flowers and kissing couples only aggravated his already frayed temper.
Renji was still in the living world, he would be returning tomorrow but until then Byakuya was alone, and he couldn’t have been more annoyed. When someone was with you it was easier to block out unwanted thoughts. You simply focused on the other person’s reiatsu and viola instant cure for pesky thoughts.
He didn’t have that luxury.
He had paperwork.
With the thirteenth division insignia.
Wonderful.
Lady luck was a bitch tonight.
He slumped back in his chair when he’d read the same line over three times. It was becoming tiresome, and his thoughts kept drifting back to his rather vivid dreams. Very vivid, so vivid in fact he had to change his pants every morning.
He flushed just thinking about it.
Damn.
He sighed and stood up from his desk, perhaps a long walk would clear his thoughts. Get his head straight and help him focus on anything else but the sweet Captain of the thirteenth division. He made his way around the table, and to the door, his mind already drifting to the handsome captain-
There was a crisp knock on the door.
“Enter,” he said without thinking, and stopped dead when the very man of his nightly dream was revealed in all his glory, and grinning like a fool.
“Good morning, Byakuya!” Jushiro Ukitake stepped into his office, his face all smiles and his reiatsu calming like the sea. He closed the door behind him from habit, but it now gave them a lot of privacy.
Byakuya felt his cheeks lighten of their own accord.
“It’s afternoon,” he said coldly, trying to grab some of his self control.
A look of perplexed confusion pulled at the handsome face, gods he was adorable, “It is?” he asked, “My, my I could have sworn it was morning when I left,” he chuckled, “Time sure flies,”
“Indeed,” he replied trying to keep his cool as best he could. In his dreams Jushiro was needy, and begging, Uke and now with this powerful rolling reiatsu spilling out… Byakuya felt perhaps slightly intimidated but utterly aroused. The man was even more gorgeous in real life. He swallowed before answering, “Is there a reason for this visit?” he asked.
Ukitake blinked, frowned and then recollection dawned, “Ah yes!” he gestured wildly, “I gave you a report for Captain Hitsugaya by mistake yesterday,” he said with the same smile, “I came by to pick it up, seeing as I was on my way there and all,”
Byakuya nodded and reached behind him in the pile he had been trying to avoid the entire day. He shuffled through the files and sure enough he found the folder marked for the tenth squad. He turned around and almost dropped it when he found the man much, much closer..
Ukitake smiled at him, oblivious to his own predicament.
“Thank you!” the Captain said, taking the folder from his now limp hands, “Shiro-san was a little peeved about not getting his report,” he sighed, “I’ll just have to get him an extra large candy basket next time, won't I Byakuya?”
He was rambling again. He always did that when he was having a good day. It was annoying, but he was so close. Byakuya watched fascinated as the man spoke, he was so animated when he was feeling well, as if he was making up for all the times he couldn’t be. He had too much energy, perhaps from all the candy.
“And I wanted to thank you for helping me the other day,” Ukitake said pausing to give him a pat on the shoulder, “Retsu was furious when she learned about it, but if it hadn't been for you it could have been a lot worse,”
He swallowed, “It was nothing,”
“Nonsense,” he said, “It took a lot of time out of your day, and I thank you for your kindness,”
Byakuya watched as the pale hand rested easily on his shoulder, those solid fingers giving him a friendly squeeze.
Perhaps it was the proximity, the fact that he was horribly aroused or that Ukitake had used ‘candy’ and ‘Byakuya’ in the same sentence. Whatever the reason he couldn’t really excuse himself for doing what he did then.
He grabbed the front of Jushiro’s Haori, halting the rambling, and silenced it once and for all with hard and needy kiss.
He tasted like honey, sweet and rich with a distinct flavour he couldn’t quite place. Ukitake had frozen, Byakuya knew that wasn’t a good sign but he was taking what he could get. He tilted his head and ran his tongue over the sweet lips.
He thought he was in heaven.
Until Ukitake opened his mouth.
The soft tongue slid into his mouth and Byakuya choked out a gasp as he felt smooth hands bury themselves in his hair. He groaned against the hot mouth, and reluctantly broke the kiss. They stared at each other with a burning intensity, their foreheads still barely touching. He should stop this now, he should quit while he was still thinking straight.
Jushiro was staring at Byakuya like a piece of chocolate, a pink tongue flicked out and moistened those hot swollen lips.
Byakuya then made a rational and logical decision, considering the circumstances.
He grabbed the black shirt and slammed the lithe body up against the wall. He wasn't thinking straight but who gave a fuck?
Jushiro groaned.
It was a delicious sound and his cock twitched eagerly.. Byakuya kept him against the wall, froced his legs open with a press of his knee. But Jushiro growled deep in his throat, grabbed his shoulders, pushed up against him and flipped them around, Byakuya's back hit the wall, almost knocking the wind out from him. His angry grunt quickly turned to a gasp when he felt a rough palm against his groin.
He broke the kiss and groaned loudly, arching his back into the sweet pressure as Jushiro trailed kisses down his neck. Byakuya was in trouble, he was turning into putty in his hands, except of course the very important part which was rock solid hard by now.
Refusing to bottom to him he grabbed all his resolve and pushed forwards again, crashing into the desk. Files, ink and brushes dropped to the floor, he didn't even acknowledge it, he just shoved his knee between Ukitake's again and spread those lithe legs, grinding his erection against his. He smirked when Ukitake threw his head back in a heated moan, his arms holding his close by his shoulders.
Byakuya took advantage of the moment and bit into the pale neck, earning him another hot gasp and a snap from his hips. He stifled his own needy sounds and instead continued licking and sucking at the exposed neck, his one hand quickly untying the obi.
He slid his other hand into the white hair, gripping the scalp tightly as he pulled him into a kiss. Ukitake returned the favour, grabbing his black locks and kissing him with such passion Byakuya started to lose himself in the sensation-
He was flipped over and slammed into the desk. Ukitake hovered over him grinning like an idiot.
“Fuck you,” Byakuya said, his pride damaged and his anger spiking. This was not how it was suppose to go! Ukitake was suppose to a be a needy, desperate whore.
Dreams didn't only fuck your life up, they lied.
But Ukitake just smiled back, “Please do,” he pushed him back against the table, pressing against his chest and holding him there while the other hand quickly loosened his obi. The pants slid down along with his underwear, and his now exposed cock brushed against Jushiro's belly. Byakuya squirmed fighting to get out of the hold.
Jushiro smiled as he tried to get out from under him, but he just kept his chest down on him and he watched as he sucked two of his finger erotically.
His brain functions practically shorted out.
“Let me go-” the two fingers slid into him and his eyes snapped wide. He'd never done this before, not like this. They pushed deeper, scissoring his hole quickly, Byakuya squirmed under the ministrations. He could move in this position it was too intimate, he felt too vulnerable... it felt too nice..
Shit.
Ukitake concentrated. Twisting his fingers and then brushed against something.
He arched of his own violation, the sensation going straight to his weeping cock. His arms grabbed onto the scrawny exposed shoulders, digging in his nails and (hopefully) drawing blood.
“S-Stop,” he said, but it was more of a whimper. Ukitake chuckled.
“Don't like control taken away, do you?” he said, pressing into that spot again. Byakuya arched again and just barely stopped from begging him for more. Through the haze of lust and pleasure, he lifted his leg, pressed it against Jushiro's hip and pushed.
He hissed as the fingers ripped loose, the man stumbled backwards, slamming into the floor, and Byakuya took the chance he had. He landed on top of him, pinning both hands above his head. Jushiro struggled but Byakuya took a firm grip and bit into his shoulder.
“Ah!” Ukitake yelled, writhing beneath him.
This is more like it.
His teeth sank deeper and soon he could taste the blood on his tongue. Leaning back he lapped up the drops, and slowly pulled back to look at him. Jushiro's eyes were shut in pleasure, his chest exposed and his face flushed.
“Mine,” he said and leaning in for a hot kiss, savouring the taste of his blood still tingling his tongue. The kiss turned passionate, each battling for dominance, neither giving in. Byakuya moved one hand to the exposed chest and tightly pinched a nipple.
Jushiro arched and broke the kiss with a needy moan. Then grinned at him. His nose free hand grabbed his black hair and flipped him over. He hit the carpet but before he could recover he was dragged back to the table and thrown onto it face first.
Ukitake pressed in from behind, pinning him to the table and pressing his exposed cock into his prepared entrance. Byakuya writhed and fought, trying to break away, but he was held tightly by him. One hand reached behind and he felt his entrance being lubricated with... something. He pushed back, but Jushiro slammed him forward, effectively slamming his cock into him.
Byakuya cried out in agony.
It was a horribly painful experience. The tightness, the pressure, the burn all combining into one pain he could barely function with. But fuck it felt good. He pushed in slowly, bringing his hips closer and closer until finally he was hilted. Ukitake stayed like that, seemingly trying to catch his breath.
Byakuya waited another moment but his impatience got the better of him. Pride and dignity forgotten he turned his head slightly to look at him, “Move,” he grunted.
Ukitake lifted his head and gave that smile, the one he had when he knew he had you by the balls.
In ever aspect.
“Beg for it,” he grinned.
“Fuck you!” he hissed through gritted teeth.
Ukitake laughed, “And you can,” he said and whispered in his ear, “After I have my turn,” he rolled his hips softly and Byakuya gasped, “Now beg for it,”
He was evil. Jushiro fucking Ukitake was an evil ass hole, with a sick shit sense of humour. Byakuya grit his teeth and reached to shove him off, but Jushiro grabbed both his hands and pinned them in front of him.
He was still grinning, “Say it”
Byakuya growled in frustration, “Please,” he grit out.
Jushiro pulled his hips back and slammed into him, hitting the sensitive bud. Byakuya arched again into the sensations.
“Again,” Jushiro said.
Byakuya hesitated but soon the words spilled, “Please Jushiro...”
Another thrust, twice more and he could feel his cock already tightening.
He leaned forwards, licking the soft flesh of his ear, “Again...”
Byakuya groaned but didn't hesitate this time, “Fuck me Jushiro, please!”
He thrust deeply once, and leaning forwards he whispered, “Mine,”
Byakuya bit back a pitiful whimper.
Jushiro started slow and then his pace built. His thrusts becoming harsher as they both rushed to their climaxes. Byakuya looked over at him, his flushed face framed by the white hair that now lay splayed over his back, tickling his sensitive sides.
He reached up to that beautiful sight and pulled the man in for another kiss. White tendrils of hair mixed in and they both groaned into the heat. He kept thrusting and Byakuya spread himself wider, feeling the thick cock slam against his spot.
“You like this?” Ukitake asked as he grabbed Byakuya's hard cock trapped between the table.
He nodded, unable to answer articulately, he was now being pumped by those beautiful hands.
The heat pooled in his stomach. His balls tightened and he felt his cock release into the hands Jushiro. He tossed his head bowed as the orgasm hit, his mouth open in a silent cry as Jushiro still drove into him.
Five more times, and finally he came as well. Jushiro stood straight when he came, his head tossed back the white main cascading around his wiry shoulders. His hands gripped Byakuya's shoulders tightly, and finally he collapsed. His head resting on Byakuya's shoulder.
They gasped for breath, Byakuya was boneless and tired, he had never felt such a thing in his life. He'd had dreams for days now but nothing could have prepared him for the real thing. He turned and kissed the white head softly a feeling of contentment washing over him.
He felt Jushiro hum appreciatively
But as he came down from the high, and above the haze of what could only be described as 'after glow' he felt the presence of another reiatsu. He frowned and looked over Jushiro's shoulder to find a wide eyed Renji standing in the door way.
They both blinked.
“I... um.. you were... pretty loud... so” he stuttered, turned around, shut the door and ran down the hallway as fast as his legs could carry him.
Jushiro lifted his head and gave him a cheeky grin, “You weren't that load,” he smiled.
“Fuck you,”
Jushiro just grinned and kissed his neck, “Please do,”
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