Meeting
Title: Meeting
Series: Bleach
Pairing/Characters: Akon/Hisagi, the other Vice-Captains of the 13 Divisions (Characters by Kubo Tite)
Rating/Warnings: NC - 17
Notes: I posted the first response I wrote for the kink meme over at bleach_bdsm , so figured I'd post this one as well. Not having much info on Akon made this one tricky. And poor Hisagi...he always seems to suffer at my hands.
Summary/Excerpt: A short time later, Shuuhei’s knuckles were white as he gripped the armrests of his chair and thought of how a certain shinigami who was more familiar with the feel of a test tube than with the feel of the hilt of his own Zanpakuto would soon be the one who wasn’t fine.
He leaned forward in his seat, trying to find a position that would allow him to concentrate on his work. He doubted such a position existed.
Shuuhei wondered, again, if he really should have agreed to do it - it was going to make a long day even longer. He had nothing but stacks of paper in front of him, waiting to be waded through, verified and signed. He thought again of how he’d found himself in this situation.
Akon had asked him to come along to the lab this morning, and he had agreed, curious. Once at the lab, Akon had asked for his help.
When Akon had explained what he needed, Shuuhei had simply stared at him for a minute. Akon tried to wait out the silence, but since wasting time was anathema to him, he spoke first as he shrugged. “I can find someone else. One of my assistants w-”
“No. I’ll do it.”
“Clothes off.”
As two slick fingers worked their way into him, Shuuhei tried to keep his voice steady. “You said this was just testing out extended use, right?”
“I didn’t say that.”
More fingers stretching him carefully.
“I’ve just got to go about my usual work?”
“Mmm.”
Something bigger and harder was pushed inside him, and Shuuhei had to take a moment or two (or more) before continuing.
“You promise that’s all there is to it?”
“I promise nothing.”
A final adjustment of the butt-plug prevented any more questions.
The door sliding open brought Shuuhei fully back to the present. When Renji walked in, Shuuhei sat back to shift his focus from his desk to the other man. It was a mistake. The movement had rocked the plug slightly and he fought to make sure the only sound he made was his greeting to Renji. Before the red-head could do more than nod, Shuuhei decided to move things along as quickly as possible. “What do you need, Renji? I’m busy at the moment.”
“I’m sure you are. You’d have to be, to forget the meeting.”
“……what?”
“The Vice-Captains’ meeting. Today. Now. Everyone’s waiting for you.”
Shuuhei grabbed his desk calendar. “We don’t have a meeting scheduled.”
“Yes, we do. You’re the only one not on top of things, Shuuhei. It’s not like you.” It wasn’t, and Renji was enjoying the rare lapse. He was grinning so widely Shuuhei could have cheerfully punched him. Luckily for Renji, Shuuhei was too busy dealing with the panic rising inside him to carry out the desire.
“Alright. Just give me a few minutes.”
No sooner had Renji left the room than Shuuhei was off, in the washroom and stripping down as fast as he possibly could. His agreement to help Akon was one thing, doing it during a Vice-Captains’ meeting was another thing entirely.
Much to his dismay but with very little surprise, he found he could not remove the plug. It gave not one inch. Of course, he wouldn’t be testing anything for Akon if there was nothing unusual about it. Shuuhei quickly got dressed again and decided the only thing to do was stop by 12th Division and force Akon to do something about it.
Resolved, he stepped back into his office only to have panic wildly claw its way back into his heart.
The room was full.
“We decided to bring the meeting to you, Shuuhei,” Rangiku smiled from her perch atop his desk. “Come on. Let’s get started.”
Behind his desk, he kept as still as possible and did his best to concentrate. He averted his gaze from Rangiku and her very inconsiderate show of cleavage. He avoided meeting Vice-Captain Ise’s eye. He responded to Kira’s questions, and thanked all the gods that ever may have been that Vice-Captain Kusajishi had sent Madarame and Ayasegawa in her place. He tried very hard to convince himself that Nemu would have no way of knowing his predicament, despite the fact that she was supposed to know of every single minute detail of the 12th Division and all its members. He did everything he could to seem as though he were a man without a plug in his ass. He thought he was doing quite well when all of a sudden it vibrated, brushing against a most sensitive spot, causing his eyes to widen and forcing him to fake a severe coughing fit.
Rangiku leaned anxiously over his desk. “Shuuhei, are you alright? Can you breathe?”
“…I…yes, I’m alright…”
She put a hand to his forehead. “You look flushed. You’re all hot and sweaty. Are you sure you’re fine?”
In a moment Kotetsu Isane was beside Rangiku, concern all over her face. “You don’t look very well. Maybe I should -”
“No!! Ah…no, really. Please. It was just…the cough…I…I just swallowed the wrong way. Water down the…ah…the wrong pipe.” He gestured at the water glass on his desk. He would be fine as long as it didn’t vibrate again.
A short time later, Shuuhei’s knuckles were white as he gripped the armrests of his chair and thought of how a certain shinigami who was more familiar with the feel of a test tube than with the feel of the hilt of his own Zanpakuto would soon be the one who wasn’t fine. It was an incredible effort to keep silent. He had the chair as close to the desk as he could manage - if Rangiku leaned close again and looked down into his lap, he would never hear the end of it.
It was an eternity before it was all over, and even then, people just wouldn’t leave. It seemed as though everyone had a question, a message, or even a joke that they simply had to share with Shuuhei before going. In between all this, he had to reassure Isane that he was perfectly sound, and persuade Rangiku not to stay with him in case he needed anything. He knew exactly what he needed.
He found him alone, sitting at his desk. Shuuhei was about to cross the room to throttle him when he suddenly found himself on his knees, brought there by an intense wave of pleasure he no longer had to hide. He looked up to see Akon watching him impassively, a small remote held in one upraised hand. “How was it?”
“How…?! Do you have any idea what I…ahhh…” the rest of his complaint was obscured in a drawn-out groan. He glared from his position on the floor. “Stop that.”
“I want to see it work up close,” Akon replied mildly. “Watching you during the meeting was difficult with-”
“It was on purpose?!”
“-with Vice-Captain Matsumoto draped over your desk.”
Shuuhei stood and made it to the desk. He planted his hands firmly on its surface and leaned forward. “How?”
Akon waved the question away impatiently. “We installed cameras everywhere long ago.”
“I am going to-” he was once again cut off with the press of a button. This time it wasn’t just a short pulse. The vibrating was continuous.
“Going to what?” The faintest trace of amusement was detectable in Akon’s voice. He stood and walked around his desk to stand behind Shuuhei. “I doubt you can do much of anything at the moment. I seem to have calculated everything perfectly.” Shuuhei gasped when he felt Akon’s hand slip into his hakama, push against the plug. “Only I can remove it. I thought that would be an interesting option. Good thing, too - don’t think I don’t know about your trying to cut short the experiment.” His hand moved from Shuuhei’s ass around to his cock. Just as he took hold of it, he must have pressed another button, because the plug vibrated harder than before and Shuuhei bucked his hips, pushing himself more firmly into Akon’s hand as he came.
He found himself on the floor, leaning against Akon, who rested his head on Shuuhei’s and waited for him to recover from what had been an intense orgasm. Somewhere between the desk and the cold tiles, the plug had been removed and it lay a short distance away, along with the remote. With a slightly clearer head, Shuuhei sighed. “What did you have to do to stop the memo about the meeting from reaching me?”
“Hardly a thing.”
“If you do that during a meeting next time, I will kill you.” When Shuuhei looked up, he saw the small but decidedly wicked smile that had so intrigued him months ago and led him to being in this sort of situation more often than not. Shuuhei thought of what he’d said and immediately tried to back-pedal. “Not that I’m going to give you the chance.”
He felt a slow, tender kiss on his neck. He melted.
“I think you will.”
Series: Bleach
Pairing/Characters: Akon/Hisagi, the other Vice-Captains of the 13 Divisions (Characters by Kubo Tite)
Rating/Warnings: NC - 17
Notes: I posted the first response I wrote for the kink meme over at bleach_bdsm , so figured I'd post this one as well. Not having much info on Akon made this one tricky. And poor Hisagi...he always seems to suffer at my hands.
Summary/Excerpt: A short time later, Shuuhei’s knuckles were white as he gripped the armrests of his chair and thought of how a certain shinigami who was more familiar with the feel of a test tube than with the feel of the hilt of his own Zanpakuto would soon be the one who wasn’t fine.
He leaned forward in his seat, trying to find a position that would allow him to concentrate on his work. He doubted such a position existed.
Shuuhei wondered, again, if he really should have agreed to do it - it was going to make a long day even longer. He had nothing but stacks of paper in front of him, waiting to be waded through, verified and signed. He thought again of how he’d found himself in this situation.
Akon had asked him to come along to the lab this morning, and he had agreed, curious. Once at the lab, Akon had asked for his help.
When Akon had explained what he needed, Shuuhei had simply stared at him for a minute. Akon tried to wait out the silence, but since wasting time was anathema to him, he spoke first as he shrugged. “I can find someone else. One of my assistants w-”
“No. I’ll do it.”
“Clothes off.”
As two slick fingers worked their way into him, Shuuhei tried to keep his voice steady. “You said this was just testing out extended use, right?”
“I didn’t say that.”
More fingers stretching him carefully.
“I’ve just got to go about my usual work?”
“Mmm.”
Something bigger and harder was pushed inside him, and Shuuhei had to take a moment or two (or more) before continuing.
“You promise that’s all there is to it?”
“I promise nothing.”
A final adjustment of the butt-plug prevented any more questions.
The door sliding open brought Shuuhei fully back to the present. When Renji walked in, Shuuhei sat back to shift his focus from his desk to the other man. It was a mistake. The movement had rocked the plug slightly and he fought to make sure the only sound he made was his greeting to Renji. Before the red-head could do more than nod, Shuuhei decided to move things along as quickly as possible. “What do you need, Renji? I’m busy at the moment.”
“I’m sure you are. You’d have to be, to forget the meeting.”
“……what?”
“The Vice-Captains’ meeting. Today. Now. Everyone’s waiting for you.”
Shuuhei grabbed his desk calendar. “We don’t have a meeting scheduled.”
“Yes, we do. You’re the only one not on top of things, Shuuhei. It’s not like you.” It wasn’t, and Renji was enjoying the rare lapse. He was grinning so widely Shuuhei could have cheerfully punched him. Luckily for Renji, Shuuhei was too busy dealing with the panic rising inside him to carry out the desire.
“Alright. Just give me a few minutes.”
No sooner had Renji left the room than Shuuhei was off, in the washroom and stripping down as fast as he possibly could. His agreement to help Akon was one thing, doing it during a Vice-Captains’ meeting was another thing entirely.
Much to his dismay but with very little surprise, he found he could not remove the plug. It gave not one inch. Of course, he wouldn’t be testing anything for Akon if there was nothing unusual about it. Shuuhei quickly got dressed again and decided the only thing to do was stop by 12th Division and force Akon to do something about it.
Resolved, he stepped back into his office only to have panic wildly claw its way back into his heart.
The room was full.
“We decided to bring the meeting to you, Shuuhei,” Rangiku smiled from her perch atop his desk. “Come on. Let’s get started.”
Behind his desk, he kept as still as possible and did his best to concentrate. He averted his gaze from Rangiku and her very inconsiderate show of cleavage. He avoided meeting Vice-Captain Ise’s eye. He responded to Kira’s questions, and thanked all the gods that ever may have been that Vice-Captain Kusajishi had sent Madarame and Ayasegawa in her place. He tried very hard to convince himself that Nemu would have no way of knowing his predicament, despite the fact that she was supposed to know of every single minute detail of the 12th Division and all its members. He did everything he could to seem as though he were a man without a plug in his ass. He thought he was doing quite well when all of a sudden it vibrated, brushing against a most sensitive spot, causing his eyes to widen and forcing him to fake a severe coughing fit.
Rangiku leaned anxiously over his desk. “Shuuhei, are you alright? Can you breathe?”
“…I…yes, I’m alright…”
She put a hand to his forehead. “You look flushed. You’re all hot and sweaty. Are you sure you’re fine?”
In a moment Kotetsu Isane was beside Rangiku, concern all over her face. “You don’t look very well. Maybe I should -”
“No!! Ah…no, really. Please. It was just…the cough…I…I just swallowed the wrong way. Water down the…ah…the wrong pipe.” He gestured at the water glass on his desk. He would be fine as long as it didn’t vibrate again.
A short time later, Shuuhei’s knuckles were white as he gripped the armrests of his chair and thought of how a certain shinigami who was more familiar with the feel of a test tube than with the feel of the hilt of his own Zanpakuto would soon be the one who wasn’t fine. It was an incredible effort to keep silent. He had the chair as close to the desk as he could manage - if Rangiku leaned close again and looked down into his lap, he would never hear the end of it.
It was an eternity before it was all over, and even then, people just wouldn’t leave. It seemed as though everyone had a question, a message, or even a joke that they simply had to share with Shuuhei before going. In between all this, he had to reassure Isane that he was perfectly sound, and persuade Rangiku not to stay with him in case he needed anything. He knew exactly what he needed.
He found him alone, sitting at his desk. Shuuhei was about to cross the room to throttle him when he suddenly found himself on his knees, brought there by an intense wave of pleasure he no longer had to hide. He looked up to see Akon watching him impassively, a small remote held in one upraised hand. “How was it?”
“How…?! Do you have any idea what I…ahhh…” the rest of his complaint was obscured in a drawn-out groan. He glared from his position on the floor. “Stop that.”
“I want to see it work up close,” Akon replied mildly. “Watching you during the meeting was difficult with-”
“It was on purpose?!”
“-with Vice-Captain Matsumoto draped over your desk.”
Shuuhei stood and made it to the desk. He planted his hands firmly on its surface and leaned forward. “How?”
Akon waved the question away impatiently. “We installed cameras everywhere long ago.”
“I am going to-” he was once again cut off with the press of a button. This time it wasn’t just a short pulse. The vibrating was continuous.
“Going to what?” The faintest trace of amusement was detectable in Akon’s voice. He stood and walked around his desk to stand behind Shuuhei. “I doubt you can do much of anything at the moment. I seem to have calculated everything perfectly.” Shuuhei gasped when he felt Akon’s hand slip into his hakama, push against the plug. “Only I can remove it. I thought that would be an interesting option. Good thing, too - don’t think I don’t know about your trying to cut short the experiment.” His hand moved from Shuuhei’s ass around to his cock. Just as he took hold of it, he must have pressed another button, because the plug vibrated harder than before and Shuuhei bucked his hips, pushing himself more firmly into Akon’s hand as he came.
He found himself on the floor, leaning against Akon, who rested his head on Shuuhei’s and waited for him to recover from what had been an intense orgasm. Somewhere between the desk and the cold tiles, the plug had been removed and it lay a short distance away, along with the remote. With a slightly clearer head, Shuuhei sighed. “What did you have to do to stop the memo about the meeting from reaching me?”
“Hardly a thing.”
“If you do that during a meeting next time, I will kill you.” When Shuuhei looked up, he saw the small but decidedly wicked smile that had so intrigued him months ago and led him to being in this sort of situation more often than not. Shuuhei thought of what he’d said and immediately tried to back-pedal. “Not that I’m going to give you the chance.”
He felt a slow, tender kiss on his neck. He melted.
“I think you will.”