Rukia/Kaien for Fuh-Q
For this month's bleach_fuh_q.
Rukia/Kaien
Rukia glanced over her shoulder for the third time in as many minutes. There was still no one behind her, but that didn’t make her feel less paranoid; what she was about to embark upon could not have an audience.
She walked swiftly through the trees and up a hill. Finally satisfied no one had seen or followed her, she sprang into action. Two, three flash-steps later, and she was in a secluded little grove of trees at the bottom of a little valley. Nearby, there was a stream, and at the base of the largest tree was a large, thick bed of moss, perfect for what she had in mind.
It was impossible to get some privacy, no matter where she went. At home, with her brother, servants had the nasty habit of walking in and out of her room without knocking. And in the Thirteenth division, between her roommates-she had three of them, due to her lower rank-or some well-meaning person wanting her attention, there was no way for her to catch a few moments alone to… release some tension.
And with the way her feelings and attraction for Kaien-dono had been increasing, she had a lot of tension to release. It wasn’t merely his appearance, though she’d spent many a moment imagining how it would be to run her fingers through his hair, or run her hands over his long, muscled limbs. It was that crooked smile he flashed at everyone, or the unexpected solemnity of his face when he was talking about something serious.
Rukia wanted him like she’d wanted nothing in her life. Not family, once she was alone and terrified; not food, once she’d begun to get hungry. She’d always felt a curious detachment for most things and people, before meeting him, as if they were items her body needed, but which her mind simply indulged. But Kaien… she wanted him with both body and mind, and soul as well. Wanted all of him, in every way possible. Wanted to give herself to him, offer herself up like a sacrifice, to do with however he wished.
The mental image of herself on an altar, waiting for him to come to her, to use her, sent a flash of heat spearing through Rukia, and she knew it was time. She finally had everything she needed, for once. Fingers trembling, she slowly removed her uniform. The weather was warm, almost hot, and the caress of cool air on her bare skin was like heaven itself. She neatly folded her clothing, then reclined on the moss and began.
First, she trailed her fingers over her face and down her throat, imagining they were his. Then, slowly, she cupped her breasts, squeezing lightly and then harder, loving the pressure, the constriction of it. They were small, her breasts, but exquisitely sensitive and she gasped loudly when she pinched the nipples between her fingertips.
She pulled on them, enjoying the tug, and opened her eyes to watch how they distended, stiff and hard. Curling tightly, she just managed to capture one in her mouth and suckled on it, rolling it against her teeth and tongue until she was panting. A hand wandered around her thigh and under her bottom to stroke, just lightly at first, against the soft fur between her legs.
She bit her nipple gently and moaned when it sent a flare of sensation travelling outward, down to her belly. Her fingers slid deeper between her thighs, parting the wet folds effortlessly and slipping unerringly over her erect clitoris. The touch made her body react automatically, arching her back so that her mouth released her nipple and she sprawled wantonly across the moss, knees bent and legs parted. Her other hand came down to spread herself open; the air wafted over her drenched, needing flesh like a physical touch and Rukia couldn’t keep herself from moaning his name.
“Kaien-dono,” she whispered, one hand reaching to manipulate her hard nub as the other slid a finger inside. The soft heat enveloped it eagerly, grasping for the penetration. “Finally, finally,” Rukia muttered, and her head tossed on the pillow of moss as her arousal built. A light sweat broke on her skin, delighting her with the cooling sensation and the salty taste when she licked her shoulder, wishing it were his.
“Kaien-dono,” she said brokenly, breath hitching. For long moments, she strove there, slowly building herself to a state of frenzy. She kept adding more fingers until all four were pumping inside her, stretching and filling. The scent of her juices was hot and heady in the air, and between her thumb and forefinger her clit felt like a ripe berry, ready to burst. If only he were there, his hard cock sunk into her to the root, mouth suckling her nipples-
“Kaien-dono!” Rukia cried, jolting over the moss as her climax slammed into her. Body bowed in ecstasy, hands soaked and moving frantically, she flung her head back and stared blindly at the leaves overhead as she gave in to the pleasure coursing over her in waves. A shaft of sunlight filled her vision, and the world went white--
When it was over, she collapsed, panting heavily. Body limp, but not entirely sated, she ignored the prickly way the moss was clinging to her sweaty skin and instead just rode out the after-ripples and enjoyed the cooling breeze. One hand rubbed idly over a breast, stroking a nipple between two fingers, and the other absently petted her damp pubic hair.
Sleep teased at her, drawing her into that half-dreaming state, but she didn’t have all day to lounge around. There was time for one more go, and that was it…
Rukia sighed happily, and slid her hand lower, cupping her mound and slipping her middle finger between her folds to tease her clit. It was terribly sensitive now, and she stroked it lightly, lightly, allowing her legs to fall open naturally.
“Kaien-dono,” she murmured, smiling, and pinched her nipple gently. The world was a soft, dark place behind her closed eyes.
“Rukia-san,” he replied, his voice a shocked whisper, but his hand was firm and warm on her raised knee.
Alarm and panic flooded Rukia, and her eyes flew open as she tried to scramble back. Kaien-dono himself knelt before her, and she realized that he must have been between her legs, before she’d flinched away. His gaze travelled downward, and Rukia realized she still had her hand between her legs. Oh, damnation, she thought, snatching it away as she drew her knees up, and wished a person could die from embarrassment.
“I heard you call for me,” he said, and there was an edge of desperation to his voice. “I thought you were hurt.” His chest rose and fell rapidly, and his face was flushed. His eyes were bright with some unnamed emotion. He was leaning toward her, eyes locked on hers. “I didn’t know you were doing… this.”
“I’m sorry,” Rukia whispered, tears starting to roll down her cheeks. Such a shameful thing, such an indignity, such an insult to him-
His hands were gentle as he pulled her arms from where they were locked around her knees. Surprised, apprehensive, Rukia allowed him. He circled one ankle, then the other, with his big warm hands and pulled her legs straight, parted to either side of him. She trembled, waiting to see what he would do.
“Rukia-san,” he said, then, “Rukia.” Eyes closed, he ducked his head low, inhaling deeply. “You smell-I have to-“ He bent lower, rubbed his face against her soft curls. “Rukia,” he repeated, sounding almost helpless, before spreading her open and giving a long lick at her core.
She emitted a panicked mewling even as her hips leapt eagerly toward his face. “Kaien-dono,” she said frantically, “you mustn’t, this is-“ Her words cut off abruptly, as his tongue curled around the pulsing bud of her clit, and her breath exploded outward in shock. She’d waited for him, so long, she thought fiercely, amazed and exultant that it was really happening, and her hands thrust themselves into his hair as she rocked up to his mouth.
“Yes,” he moaned against her wet flesh. “Pull me closer, pull my hair-“
His words made Rukia dizzy, made the world swim in her vision, and she tugged harder on the messy black locks twined around her fingers. He moaned again, and she couldn’t wait any longer to have him inside her.
“Please,” she entreated. “Please, take me now. I can’t wait any longer.”
He reared up between her thighs, already tearing at his clothes. Lips wet with her juices, cheeks flushed, his gaze didn’t waver from the debauched sight of her spread out around him. He flung off his haori and sash, merely shoving his hakama down his thighs before falling on her, his rangy form covering her tiny one almost entirely.
Immediately, she wound her legs around his waist. “Now,” she urged, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses along his throat and chin.
“Now,” he agreed, and sank into her in one long, endless stroke.
“Kaien-dono!” Rukia shouted, quivering under him as she was invaded, stretched, taken. Her arms came around his chest, her hands clutching and scrabbling for purchase on his sweat-slick skin, and her mind was a blur of red, hazy sensation. It was so much better, so much more, than her imagination had ever been able to achieve. He was thick within her, and moving so deeply she thought she could taste him. It was glorious.
“Fuck me, Kaien-dono,” she said tenderly, her body moving against him eagerly, hungering for ever more contact.
He moaned at that, pressed harder into her. “Want you,” he ground out. “Want you so much, can’t stop, so tight, Rukia, you taste so good…”
“I am yours,” she told him, and meant it from the depths of her soul. Climax hovered just out of reach, near and far, and she bucked up at him hard in a clash of hipbones and ribs.
“Mine,” he agreed, and slid one arm under her waist, pulling her even closer. He pistoned into her, face buried against her neck, ass hunching frantically as he strove hard.
This time, the pleasure was a black thing, darkening her vision around the edges and stealing her breath and flinging her body off a precipice. Rukia fell and fell, the wind whistling by her as she cried out at its force, her limbs trembling around the only thing in her world that was solid and sane.
“Rukia,” Kaien gasped into her ear, and his entire body shook when he came. His hips pulsed in a minute rhythm as he emptied himself into her, and she flexed around him, milking him of it all, greedy for every drop.
He rested against her for the space of two breaths, no more; and then he lurched back from her, pulling his clothing on with brief, jerky movements.
“Kaien-dono,” Rukia said, her tone entreating, and reached out a hand to him. He finishing tying his belt and met her eyes. She had one split second to see the confusion and despair in his gaze before his figured blurred-shunpo-and he was gone.
She sat there a long moment, hands demurely in her lap, as she composed herself. Her body still throbbed with pleasure, was languid and weary, but her heart was tender and sore. She knew what had happened; Kaien-dono, like most men, had been overwhelmed at the sight of what must have been a very alluring sight, had given in to his great dismay. Now he was shamed and upset by it, and had fled.
Rukia stood up, feeling quite old, and dressed. She felt oddly disjointed, though not terribly disappointed. Before, she had harboured no expectations of being anything more to Kaien-dono than a subordinate in his division. That had not changed. All that was different was that now, she’d had a taste of him, and counted herself lucky for it-she’d never dared hope to have even that.
She walked back to headquarters slowly, solemnly, almost as if she were a part of a funeral procession. The only thought in her head was a heartfelt hope he wouldn’t mention it to anyone, especially herself. On her way to her roomm, she passed Ukitake-taichou’s office.
“Aa, Rukia-san!” he called to her. “Come, have some tea with us.”
She poked her head within, and saw Kaien-dono kneeling on one of Ukitake-taichou’s elderly black cushions. His posture was relaxed, though his face was tense. Rukia schooled her features into the famous Kuchiki blandness, and bowed deeply to first one, then the other.
“My thanks, taichou,” she began, “but I have some things to attend to. Perhaps another time.”
“Yes, another time,” Ukitaki-taichou replied, smiling, and waved her on.
In her room, Rukia peeled off her uniform, steadfastly ignoring the puddle she’d made in her hakama of her and Kaien-dono’s secretions, and set to bathing. When she was done, she dressed in a fresh uniform and sent the soiled items to be laundered.
There, she thought. Now it never happened.
She wished there were a way to so easily wipe the memory from her heart.