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Title: There's Something in the Water
Author: Thalaba
Characters/Pairings: Multiple/various pairings
Rating: NC-17 for entire story (sexual content)
Spoilers: Since I haven't seen all the anime shows or read any of the manga I wouldn't know what to put here, but canon and I have never mixed well so I don't think you have anything to worry about in terms of spoilers.
Warnings: Some slashy overtones, threesomes
Notes: I own nothing, written for fun not profit. I'd love to hear your crack-y reviews though since when I imagined this story it was completely crack. Right now it's a blend of crack, romance and angst. Yeaaaah...If you could direct me to info about clothes or honorifics I would probably sound like less of an idiot. Thanks in advance!
Nemu sat in her usual perfectly stiff manner on the edge of Madarame-san's bed, the scent of sweat and seminal fluid heavy in her advanced olfaction makeup but the used and rumpled sheets were rather interesting under her bare buttocks-comfortable, if she were allowed to use such a meagre word to describe the pressure and friction of apparently pleasing cloth on genetically enhanced flesh. Her head fell slowly to the left, nodding forward and back gently with the tug and pull of the soft-padded brush Ayasegawa-san was running through her raven-slick black hair while regarding Ikkaku lounging easily-naked-on the floor, one of her deceptively delicate feet being massaged between his two calloused hands. She did not quite understand why he had vocally expressed a wish to perform this activity or why Yumichika was making contented sounds on the bed simply from combing her hair, but the bald-headed Third seat was looking up at Nemu with a similar expression her father wore while examining his newest invention or latest discovery. Though her rather staid stare remained unchanged, the scientist's daughter was surprised to feel the skin of her face rise in temperature, as if her body actually enjoyed Ikkaku's appearance of possessiveness.
They had stripped her gently, respectfully-well Yumichika did, unwrapping her cinched sash slowly, tsking reproachfully as her secret vials of poison were revealed but complimenting and caressing the fabric of her short kimono, the smooth and sturdy perfection of her engineered body. Ikkaku had watched from his spot on the bed, lounging in a post-coital glow while suggesting in his gruff way how Nemu's arms could be best raised and displayed to his visual advantage. She could have easily walked away; her message had been delivered, mission completed, and duty truly demanded she return to the Twelfth Division laboratories and await further orders. But those male eyes held her still.
Possessive.
Wanted.
Nemu's fingers curled over the edge of the candy box that covered her bare woman parts and felt her shoulders begin the inevitable curl inward. Emotions were uncomfortable, strange intangible things that did not meet any logical criterion-
"Ah ah ah!" There was a slow tug on her hair as Yumichika scolded, pulling enough as to arch her back, forcing her breasts out, leaning down to whisper in her ear as Ikkaku's hands began travelling up her calves. "No hiding, Nemu-kun. What's the point when it's obvious you have us wrapped around your finger?" A tender press of lips descended on her throat and then a warm lick which had Nemu's mouth silently falling open. Tingling. The hasty instinctual expectation of shivers. There was a chuckle from the floor as Ayasegawa-san purred. Another lick and taste of tight flesh.
"I'd like ta be wrapped around her Yumi."
"Would you allow that Nemu-kun? Would you let that beautiful bald bastard swathe your luscious body with his own?" Her legs were being spread apart and Nemu inhaled a long slow breath which she found odd since she was not lacking oxygen or the proper internal elements to function.
"You are both feeling the ill effects of the chemical agents that have been administered to the seireitei water system. Kurotsuchi-taicho and Unohana-taicho will repair any parts of your composition that have been compromised." Ikkaku grumbled.
"There's only one cure for what I have," he lifted the candy box off her lap and dropped it on the floor, Yachiru's red candies scattering.
"You mean you wish to engage in sexual intercourse?"
"Repeatedly."
She could feel the Third's ragged breath on her thighs, lips moving up and ever closer to what she could only see as his goal. Nemu turned her head as much as Yumi's grip would allow, searching his gaze from the corner of her own as colourful feathered eyebrows wagged.
"And you?"
"Oh Nemu. . ." There was a shifting of bed sheets, and to the officer's delight-and the fukutaicho's abrupt shock-Nemu gasped as the Fifth Seat's erect penis pressed solidly up the small of her back. "I've already stated how I like to watch."
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"Hinamori-fukutaicho, you must leave immediately!"
Momo flinched as Toshiro rose from behind his desk like one of Shiba-san's rockets, papers rising into the air at his speed, his tone and address utterly foreign from what was customary since awakening from her healing coma. She suddenly expected the diminutive captain to rush over and physically deposit her outside his Tenth Division offices, but while Momo swore she could see that very thought filter through his oh so cold eyes Hitsugaya did nothing; he remained stiff-necked and white-knuckled. . .reiatsu flaring in short spurts?
"S-Shiro-chan?" Momo stepped fully into the room, sliding the door closed quietly despite her old friend's wild eyes and indistinguishable bark of protest, and clasped her hands to her small chest. "Are you sick? Did you see my poster? Well it wasn't mine it was Unohana-taicho's-"
"Hinamori!" Momo jumped as Toshiro viciously cut her off, his level voice as harsh as his zanpakuto. "Of course I saw the edict but it was useless at that point! I had already-" the captain's spiky white head jerked to the side as he hissed. "Please Hinamori. Go!"
"You had already had something to drink," Momo hedged forward, large eyes blinking like a deer, "hadn't you?" She silently begged Hitsugaya to turn to her, to look at her, to speak at all! But he was almost a statue, a fine trembling running along his jaw. She wanted to lick it, to follow that tremble over the point of his chin, down his throat and across his dignified shoulders and just. . .just keep licking. Like Kira-kun down between her thighs. Oh Kami, Momo knew her face was red and she had to swallow hard to repeat her question. "Hadn't you Shiro-chan?"
"I had already washed and received breakfast from the kitchens." She nodded quickly.
"Me too! I had already had my morning tea. And I love tea. . . a lot." His reply was like a slap he was so angry and Momo almost shrank away from the cold energy suddenly surging through the room, but at this point she would have withstood anything to be in his presence.
"Moron! Why haven't you barricaded yourself away?! Why are you wandering the streets with this poison inside you when half the Divisions are exactly the same?!"
"It's probably more than that now-"
"What!"
"Nothing, nothing," Momo raised her hands, taking the last few steps towards his desk. It was a big desk between two small fighters. Why did he have to have such a big desk? "But I don't think it's a poison. And anyway, I wasn't in danger, the streets are empty Shiro-chan!" She would have also added that she was a fully trained Vice Captain with a beautifully functioning zanpakuto and excellent kido abilities. . .but thought better of it. "And I wasn't alone, Izuru helped meEEP!" A sound like the crack of a whip echoed Toshiro's flash steps around the desk and Momo found herself face-to-face with a very irate Captain, one arm tight around her waist leaning her over so her knees buckled and head fell back, the other hand holding Hyorinmaru with a determined air. The white spikes of her long-time friend's hair flaring in barely suppressed . . .what? Anger? Why hold her so closely if that were so?
"Kira-fukutaicho!" Hitsugaya thundered, a frigid blast hitting Momo square in the face but her cheeks had already heated, fingers softly curling into the pristine fabric of the Captain's haori, holding on for dear life. That fresh scent covering raw power and undiscovered reiatsu: all Hinamori could think of was summer days and watermelons and how protected she felt in his arms. Perhaps she should have been frightened by his hard stare but it was his hard manhood pressing her hip through their hakama's that had her chest rising and falling in anticipation. His icy stare took notice-head dropped, hand leaving the hilt of his zanpakuto to slide slowly up over Momo's ribs much to her gasped delight-but it didn't stop Hitsugaya's tirade. "Did you search him out Hinamori? Did you go to Kira-san to ease your ache?" Her nipple was pinched and Momo jerked in his iron grip.
"Hit. . .Hitsu-"
"Did he touch you like this Hinamori? Did he-"
"Lower," Hinamori moaned as one breast was firmly kneaded, the strength of her knees now utterly useless. "Izuru-kun touched me . . .lower."
His bright eyes met her dark wibbly ones. "Please T-Toshiro," Momo bit her lip and raised a hand to caress his surprised jaw. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Please. . .put your mouth lower." Hitsugaya's mouth found Momo's in a rush, desperate grip leaving her chest to grasp her head, pulling her face into his fiercely, teeth scratching, nipping.
"Hinamori. . .Uhh Momo. . ."
The office door slid open with a bang and three bodies crashed to the floor, startling Momo but simply causing Hitsugaya to flare his reiatsu and then roll his eyes as it wasn't Aizen coming to steal his beloved out from under-well out of his arms.
"Hitsugaya-taicho!" Rukia-san grunted underneath the weight of Kira-fukutaicho, her chin crushed into the hard angle of Abarai-fukutaicho's shoulder blade. "Let me up, let me up!!"
"You were not saying that five minutes ago," Kira-san murmured, pale cheeks turning rosy though it was Renji's bark of laughter that made Rukia lash out.
"Oi! Stupid Onna! I-OW!"
"R-R-Rukia-san!" Hinamori pushed free of Hitsugaya' loosened grip, one hand still holding tightly to his green sash. "Why. . .what are you doing here?" The diminutive member of the Thirteenth stomped on Renji's neck before standing to her full height and straightening her black sleeves.
"Kira-san came-"
"Twice! OW! Stop-"
"I pretended to have that second one-"
"Looking for Renji, and while we were momentarily distracted we quickly realized-"
"We realized," said redhead jumped up off the floor with a huge grin, "that we could have more fun with you two than by ourselves!"
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Retsu was nearing the end of her rope. Between attempting to console, suggest possible ministrations, and evade (without further injuring) Twelfth Division members unlucky enough to have in some form ingested water, Captain Unohana's calm was close to shattering. It truly had not helped matters that Kurotsuchi-fukutaicho had yet to return after Retsu had requested she locate help in the Eleventh as there were only two probable reasons for Nemu to stay away so long-neither of which the Fourth Captain wished to analyze in any specific detail since one would mean much more work for her Division and two would have her thinking of too much bare skin.
Kurotsuchi-taicho was also a quandary in himself, given the fact that his skin had been completely exposed to the 'poison' and was extremely sensitive to heat and touch. Unohana had indulged him once already by caressing his expanded grappling arm (gingerly and with concealed distaste) but she had no intention of asking the scientist to ease her own discomfort. Even after he removed that face mask and hat of his to reveal a mop of thick blue hair and fascinating yellow eyes. Even after the sweat forming across her collar bone and shoulders trailed down to pool between her swollen breasts and the small of her back respectively.
So far the Research and Development Institute had found nothing useful to counteract the damages of the tainted water supply except for what pleasure could be found between their legs. Those that had legs.
She had sent several Hell Butterflies to the Fourth in hopes that a waterless compound of sorts could be found in stock or created from materials at hand to sooth those afflicted (in case her demands for Matsumoto-fukutaicho to send vibrators were ignored) but her own Vice Captain had disappeared by all accounts and Unohana could only assume that Rangiku was being thoroughly entertained at the moment.
"Unohana-taicho?"
Oh Kami, she was going to be ill. . .
"I have found the cure we are both seeking. Follow me."
Unohana tilted her head and gave Mayuri the friendliest smile she could muster.
"I thank you Kurotsuchi-taicho for your skill and hospitality but unfortunately, as I have yet to hear from my officers, I fear I am needed in my Division. I know your scientists will continue to do their utmost to protect the Gotei and that your cure will be mass produced as quickly as possible. Goodbye."
There was no way Retsu was following Mayuri into a back room after she had just watched him shed his outer haori when she knew for a fact that several of those rooms contained operating tables and chains.
It was simply out of the question.
Rapid sure steps found Retsu back to the Fourth Division gates quickly, passing several Gotei members in the all-together, the officers she had first seen copulating near the fountain having risen in number since the morning and even her Third had fallen victim to the water's debilitating effects. She side-stepped them all and-against her usual caretaker judgement-decided to find refuge once again within he walls of her own rooms. It had been a miserable day of failure and the usually positive woman needed to be surrounded by the comfortable and familiar before she really yelled at someone-which would be unthinkable!
Unohana knew something wasn't right the moment her door closed.
A wonderfully masked reiatsu came to life behind her and a huge hand enveloped her shoulder. There was a distinctive tinkling of bells and a deep gravel voice.
"Retsu. . ."
Author: Thalaba
Characters/Pairings: Multiple/various pairings
Rating: NC-17 for entire story (sexual content)
Spoilers: Since I haven't seen all the anime shows or read any of the manga I wouldn't know what to put here, but canon and I have never mixed well so I don't think you have anything to worry about in terms of spoilers.
Warnings: Some slashy overtones, threesomes
Notes: I own nothing, written for fun not profit. I'd love to hear your crack-y reviews though since when I imagined this story it was completely crack. Right now it's a blend of crack, romance and angst. Yeaaaah...If you could direct me to info about clothes or honorifics I would probably sound like less of an idiot. Thanks in advance!
Nemu sat in her usual perfectly stiff manner on the edge of Madarame-san's bed, the scent of sweat and seminal fluid heavy in her advanced olfaction makeup but the used and rumpled sheets were rather interesting under her bare buttocks-comfortable, if she were allowed to use such a meagre word to describe the pressure and friction of apparently pleasing cloth on genetically enhanced flesh. Her head fell slowly to the left, nodding forward and back gently with the tug and pull of the soft-padded brush Ayasegawa-san was running through her raven-slick black hair while regarding Ikkaku lounging easily-naked-on the floor, one of her deceptively delicate feet being massaged between his two calloused hands. She did not quite understand why he had vocally expressed a wish to perform this activity or why Yumichika was making contented sounds on the bed simply from combing her hair, but the bald-headed Third seat was looking up at Nemu with a similar expression her father wore while examining his newest invention or latest discovery. Though her rather staid stare remained unchanged, the scientist's daughter was surprised to feel the skin of her face rise in temperature, as if her body actually enjoyed Ikkaku's appearance of possessiveness.
They had stripped her gently, respectfully-well Yumichika did, unwrapping her cinched sash slowly, tsking reproachfully as her secret vials of poison were revealed but complimenting and caressing the fabric of her short kimono, the smooth and sturdy perfection of her engineered body. Ikkaku had watched from his spot on the bed, lounging in a post-coital glow while suggesting in his gruff way how Nemu's arms could be best raised and displayed to his visual advantage. She could have easily walked away; her message had been delivered, mission completed, and duty truly demanded she return to the Twelfth Division laboratories and await further orders. But those male eyes held her still.
Possessive.
Wanted.
Nemu's fingers curled over the edge of the candy box that covered her bare woman parts and felt her shoulders begin the inevitable curl inward. Emotions were uncomfortable, strange intangible things that did not meet any logical criterion-
"Ah ah ah!" There was a slow tug on her hair as Yumichika scolded, pulling enough as to arch her back, forcing her breasts out, leaning down to whisper in her ear as Ikkaku's hands began travelling up her calves. "No hiding, Nemu-kun. What's the point when it's obvious you have us wrapped around your finger?" A tender press of lips descended on her throat and then a warm lick which had Nemu's mouth silently falling open. Tingling. The hasty instinctual expectation of shivers. There was a chuckle from the floor as Ayasegawa-san purred. Another lick and taste of tight flesh.
"I'd like ta be wrapped around her Yumi."
"Would you allow that Nemu-kun? Would you let that beautiful bald bastard swathe your luscious body with his own?" Her legs were being spread apart and Nemu inhaled a long slow breath which she found odd since she was not lacking oxygen or the proper internal elements to function.
"You are both feeling the ill effects of the chemical agents that have been administered to the seireitei water system. Kurotsuchi-taicho and Unohana-taicho will repair any parts of your composition that have been compromised." Ikkaku grumbled.
"There's only one cure for what I have," he lifted the candy box off her lap and dropped it on the floor, Yachiru's red candies scattering.
"You mean you wish to engage in sexual intercourse?"
"Repeatedly."
She could feel the Third's ragged breath on her thighs, lips moving up and ever closer to what she could only see as his goal. Nemu turned her head as much as Yumi's grip would allow, searching his gaze from the corner of her own as colourful feathered eyebrows wagged.
"And you?"
"Oh Nemu. . ." There was a shifting of bed sheets, and to the officer's delight-and the fukutaicho's abrupt shock-Nemu gasped as the Fifth Seat's erect penis pressed solidly up the small of her back. "I've already stated how I like to watch."
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"Hinamori-fukutaicho, you must leave immediately!"
Momo flinched as Toshiro rose from behind his desk like one of Shiba-san's rockets, papers rising into the air at his speed, his tone and address utterly foreign from what was customary since awakening from her healing coma. She suddenly expected the diminutive captain to rush over and physically deposit her outside his Tenth Division offices, but while Momo swore she could see that very thought filter through his oh so cold eyes Hitsugaya did nothing; he remained stiff-necked and white-knuckled. . .reiatsu flaring in short spurts?
"S-Shiro-chan?" Momo stepped fully into the room, sliding the door closed quietly despite her old friend's wild eyes and indistinguishable bark of protest, and clasped her hands to her small chest. "Are you sick? Did you see my poster? Well it wasn't mine it was Unohana-taicho's-"
"Hinamori!" Momo jumped as Toshiro viciously cut her off, his level voice as harsh as his zanpakuto. "Of course I saw the edict but it was useless at that point! I had already-" the captain's spiky white head jerked to the side as he hissed. "Please Hinamori. Go!"
"You had already had something to drink," Momo hedged forward, large eyes blinking like a deer, "hadn't you?" She silently begged Hitsugaya to turn to her, to look at her, to speak at all! But he was almost a statue, a fine trembling running along his jaw. She wanted to lick it, to follow that tremble over the point of his chin, down his throat and across his dignified shoulders and just. . .just keep licking. Like Kira-kun down between her thighs. Oh Kami, Momo knew her face was red and she had to swallow hard to repeat her question. "Hadn't you Shiro-chan?"
"I had already washed and received breakfast from the kitchens." She nodded quickly.
"Me too! I had already had my morning tea. And I love tea. . . a lot." His reply was like a slap he was so angry and Momo almost shrank away from the cold energy suddenly surging through the room, but at this point she would have withstood anything to be in his presence.
"Moron! Why haven't you barricaded yourself away?! Why are you wandering the streets with this poison inside you when half the Divisions are exactly the same?!"
"It's probably more than that now-"
"What!"
"Nothing, nothing," Momo raised her hands, taking the last few steps towards his desk. It was a big desk between two small fighters. Why did he have to have such a big desk? "But I don't think it's a poison. And anyway, I wasn't in danger, the streets are empty Shiro-chan!" She would have also added that she was a fully trained Vice Captain with a beautifully functioning zanpakuto and excellent kido abilities. . .but thought better of it. "And I wasn't alone, Izuru helped meEEP!" A sound like the crack of a whip echoed Toshiro's flash steps around the desk and Momo found herself face-to-face with a very irate Captain, one arm tight around her waist leaning her over so her knees buckled and head fell back, the other hand holding Hyorinmaru with a determined air. The white spikes of her long-time friend's hair flaring in barely suppressed . . .what? Anger? Why hold her so closely if that were so?
"Kira-fukutaicho!" Hitsugaya thundered, a frigid blast hitting Momo square in the face but her cheeks had already heated, fingers softly curling into the pristine fabric of the Captain's haori, holding on for dear life. That fresh scent covering raw power and undiscovered reiatsu: all Hinamori could think of was summer days and watermelons and how protected she felt in his arms. Perhaps she should have been frightened by his hard stare but it was his hard manhood pressing her hip through their hakama's that had her chest rising and falling in anticipation. His icy stare took notice-head dropped, hand leaving the hilt of his zanpakuto to slide slowly up over Momo's ribs much to her gasped delight-but it didn't stop Hitsugaya's tirade. "Did you search him out Hinamori? Did you go to Kira-san to ease your ache?" Her nipple was pinched and Momo jerked in his iron grip.
"Hit. . .Hitsu-"
"Did he touch you like this Hinamori? Did he-"
"Lower," Hinamori moaned as one breast was firmly kneaded, the strength of her knees now utterly useless. "Izuru-kun touched me . . .lower."
His bright eyes met her dark wibbly ones. "Please T-Toshiro," Momo bit her lip and raised a hand to caress his surprised jaw. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Please. . .put your mouth lower." Hitsugaya's mouth found Momo's in a rush, desperate grip leaving her chest to grasp her head, pulling her face into his fiercely, teeth scratching, nipping.
"Hinamori. . .Uhh Momo. . ."
The office door slid open with a bang and three bodies crashed to the floor, startling Momo but simply causing Hitsugaya to flare his reiatsu and then roll his eyes as it wasn't Aizen coming to steal his beloved out from under-well out of his arms.
"Hitsugaya-taicho!" Rukia-san grunted underneath the weight of Kira-fukutaicho, her chin crushed into the hard angle of Abarai-fukutaicho's shoulder blade. "Let me up, let me up!!"
"You were not saying that five minutes ago," Kira-san murmured, pale cheeks turning rosy though it was Renji's bark of laughter that made Rukia lash out.
"Oi! Stupid Onna! I-OW!"
"R-R-Rukia-san!" Hinamori pushed free of Hitsugaya' loosened grip, one hand still holding tightly to his green sash. "Why. . .what are you doing here?" The diminutive member of the Thirteenth stomped on Renji's neck before standing to her full height and straightening her black sleeves.
"Kira-san came-"
"Twice! OW! Stop-"
"I pretended to have that second one-"
"Looking for Renji, and while we were momentarily distracted we quickly realized-"
"We realized," said redhead jumped up off the floor with a huge grin, "that we could have more fun with you two than by ourselves!"
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Retsu was nearing the end of her rope. Between attempting to console, suggest possible ministrations, and evade (without further injuring) Twelfth Division members unlucky enough to have in some form ingested water, Captain Unohana's calm was close to shattering. It truly had not helped matters that Kurotsuchi-fukutaicho had yet to return after Retsu had requested she locate help in the Eleventh as there were only two probable reasons for Nemu to stay away so long-neither of which the Fourth Captain wished to analyze in any specific detail since one would mean much more work for her Division and two would have her thinking of too much bare skin.
Kurotsuchi-taicho was also a quandary in himself, given the fact that his skin had been completely exposed to the 'poison' and was extremely sensitive to heat and touch. Unohana had indulged him once already by caressing his expanded grappling arm (gingerly and with concealed distaste) but she had no intention of asking the scientist to ease her own discomfort. Even after he removed that face mask and hat of his to reveal a mop of thick blue hair and fascinating yellow eyes. Even after the sweat forming across her collar bone and shoulders trailed down to pool between her swollen breasts and the small of her back respectively.
So far the Research and Development Institute had found nothing useful to counteract the damages of the tainted water supply except for what pleasure could be found between their legs. Those that had legs.
She had sent several Hell Butterflies to the Fourth in hopes that a waterless compound of sorts could be found in stock or created from materials at hand to sooth those afflicted (in case her demands for Matsumoto-fukutaicho to send vibrators were ignored) but her own Vice Captain had disappeared by all accounts and Unohana could only assume that Rangiku was being thoroughly entertained at the moment.
"Unohana-taicho?"
Oh Kami, she was going to be ill. . .
"I have found the cure we are both seeking. Follow me."
Unohana tilted her head and gave Mayuri the friendliest smile she could muster.
"I thank you Kurotsuchi-taicho for your skill and hospitality but unfortunately, as I have yet to hear from my officers, I fear I am needed in my Division. I know your scientists will continue to do their utmost to protect the Gotei and that your cure will be mass produced as quickly as possible. Goodbye."
There was no way Retsu was following Mayuri into a back room after she had just watched him shed his outer haori when she knew for a fact that several of those rooms contained operating tables and chains.
It was simply out of the question.
Rapid sure steps found Retsu back to the Fourth Division gates quickly, passing several Gotei members in the all-together, the officers she had first seen copulating near the fountain having risen in number since the morning and even her Third had fallen victim to the water's debilitating effects. She side-stepped them all and-against her usual caretaker judgement-decided to find refuge once again within he walls of her own rooms. It had been a miserable day of failure and the usually positive woman needed to be surrounded by the comfortable and familiar before she really yelled at someone-which would be unthinkable!
Unohana knew something wasn't right the moment her door closed.
A wonderfully masked reiatsu came to life behind her and a huge hand enveloped her shoulder. There was a distinctive tinkling of bells and a deep gravel voice.
"Retsu. . ."