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I'm not your Geisha Girl	By : BookMaggot Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Ukitake/Shunsui Views: 2238 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-I'm not your Geisha Girl
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Okay just as a warning... this is not one of my best, I'm again just sharing, so don't take it too seriously I think I just wrote it have some fun but (and to kill the bunny)... not necessarily good fun. But I've never been good with humor so let's see how it goes.
Warnings: None (perhaps a little silly)
Parings: Shunsui/Ukitake
Timeline: Just after winter war
EDIT: Wow this story is giving me trouble... I had to edit it three times! Third times the charm... I hope.
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I'm not your Geisha Girl
Jushiro was a baby sitter… of sorts.
Ever since the academy Shunsui would forget some assignment or other, leave it till the last minute, botch it up and then Jushiro would have to baby-sit until he finished it. Homework, tasks, and simple research assignments everything was always left until the absolute last moment, and Jushiro would always have to pay for it.
Still Shunsui reckoned it gave his friend some well deserved rest. He might be a glorified baby sitter but he never actually worked when he was doing it, and in some respects it was the only reason Shunsui kept botching up assignments. It gave Jushiro a solid excuse to unwind for a couple of hours. It did his overworked friend at least some good.
Until, of course, in between the third to fourth cup of sake, Shunsui started complaining about his infamous neck cramps.
Every time he worked hunched over his desk like some literature vulture pecking at a scroll, his neck would start cramping up like there was no tomorrow, and every time he would look at Jushiro with big soulful eyes and ask in the most pathetic voice he could muster;
“Ju-chan? Can I get a massage?”
To which Jushiro would reply in a dry (and usually annoyed) voice:
“I’m not your Geisha Girl,”
Now Shunsui knew this of course, and part of him also knew Jushiro would never, ever actually give him a massage. It was a good thing, he told himself. Because the day Jushiro actually took him up on his offer he wasn’t very certain he’d be able to keep himself under control. To have those beautiful hands kneed his aching shoulders, to have them actually touching his neck for no other reason than to pleasure him …
Well let’s just say he’d be very tense in a few other departments as well.
But he knew Jushiro wouldn’t and as the years passed and his unwritten assignments melded into unwritten reports he would keep up the tradition and every time, like clock work, he’d ask him in a moaning voice;
“Ju-chan? Can I get a massage?”
And every time he got the same answer.
Well… almost every time.
The lazy afternoon sun spilled into the closed off gardens of the eight division. It was a beautiful day, the birds chirped, and though there was no pond the small creek did offer a few birds a place to splash their wings. It was a beautiful and relaxing day.
Shunsui sighed.
“What now?” Jushiro asked behind him. He was sprawled out in the grass, arms folded behind his head, and taking in the sun. Shunsui’s hat was over his face and the owner of said hat was sitting by a small stone table, paperwork strewn around him.
Shunsui sighed again. “I’m tired,”
“You took a break an hour ago,”
“Exactly,” he groaned feeling the familiar stiffness in his neck, “I need another one,”
“You already took one,” his friend muttered, “Finish up already,”
Shunsui sighed again and continued with his work. Two pages later and he had no choice but to stop and pull at his neck. It was becoming a bother now. Jushiro might never actually give him a massage but dammit that didn’t mean he didn’t actually need one.
It just meant he needed one more than ever.
“Ju-chan?” He started, “Can I get a massage?”
“I am not your Geisha Girl,” he said, “So no,”
He turned and gave his friend a playful look, “Why not?”
“’Why ‘No’?” he said in a warning tone, Shunsui gave him a shitless grin “Because I’ve already let you work outside and let you finish a bottle of sake,” he lifted the hat and gave his friend a withering glare, “Not only that but you have effectively ruined my first day off in over six months,”
“What were you planning?”
“Gardening,” Jushiro huffed and replaced the hat on his head.
“Ooo” he waved his hands, “Exciting!”
“Shunsui…” Jushiro warned and Shunsui shut his trap. Garden-mode Jushiro was a dangerous one indeed. Especially if he had a pitchfork. He learned that the hard way.
Unohana still teased him about that day.
Another calming silence settled between them, and Shunsui tried to return to work but his neck was really killing him today. He leaned forwards and gripped the back of his neck trying to relieve some of the pressure. Usually he just continued working but today was bad, he was tired, a little drunk and the battle with Aizen had had him as jumpy as a virgin at a prison rodeo.
Perfect.
The pain spiked and shot down his back in small pockets of agony, he stifled another grunt of pain.
Jushiro sighed, “Fine,”
“What ‘fine’?“ Shunsui muttered.
Two lanky legs planted themselves around his waist, bending slightly and brushed against his hips. Shunsui opened his mouth to protest but all words caught in his throat when he felt a pair of strong hands grab the base of his neck muscles.
“One massage,” Jushiro said behind him, hot breath puffing against his neck, “Then you’re finishing your work,”
Shunsui’s heart must have lodged in his throat. It was the only reason he could think why the ability to swallow had left him. He suppressed a shudder and focussing, swallowed stiffly, “Thanks Ju”
Jushiro said nothing and moments later he felt firm yet soft hands knead into his tight muscles. He tried to relax, that was the point but it was impossible when those strong hands were being so…
Divine.
Dammit he was tense, horribly, horribly tense and Jushiro’s hands were not helping. The pain was excruciating. Almost unbearable but as they continued the pain was turning into pleasure. Hard pressed and stinging muscles all sent erotic messages to his cock who read with the unbridled eagerness.
Jushiro pushed harshly into a tight muscle and Shunsui moaned loudly.
“That bad hunh?” Jushiro asked, his tone softer, and Shunsui grabbing what control he could, nodded softly, “You should really let Retsu look at this,”
Shunsui only nodded, not trusting his voice. He could feel Jushiro’s body pressing into him from behind, the heat from his inner thigh brushing against his waist. It took every ounce of self control not to grab him from behind and pull him closer.
“Though…” Jushiro continued, his voice a little playful but Shunsui wasn’t really paying attention, “I wouldn’t show her this,” a strong hand pressed into his groin and Shunsui, so lost in sensation, bucked and gasped at once into the hand.
And froze.
Oh damn, he thought, No this went beyond damn… this crushed Shit jurisdiction and turned Fuck's corporation broke. Jushiro knew! He thought, but he hadn’t run away… well that wasn’t a good thing necessarily as proven by the pitchfork incident… but he wasn’t moving, and what the hell could I say in any case… ah shit… ah fuck, damn, bugger, shit… fu-
The hand started kneading softly.
“Are you going to do anything about this?”
Shunsui froze again, mouth gaping.
“Or shall I take care of it?”
Oh snap.
In one blindingly fast movement Shunsui flipped around, slammed Jushiro into the warm grass, and kissed him hard.
Oh gods he tasted divine. Jushiro’s hands melded into his hair, pulling gently and kissed back hungrily. Shunsui moaned into the hot kiss, his hands roaming over the body, touching anything he could and smiling happily when he brushed a hand over Jushiro’s hard cock.
Jushiro broke the kiss with a gasp, his hips bucking into Shunsui’s hard palm. They lay gasping, both staring at each and both smiling.
Shunsui could think of only one thing to say;
“Does this make you my Geisha Girl?”
Jushiro snorted, and without warning flipped Shunsui onto his back. He settled on top of him with a twisted smile “Who exactly is wearing the kimono here?”
Shunsui’s eyes widened with shock, and decided staying quiet was the best course of action.
For now at least.
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Done... now stop nibbling plot bunny!
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