The Sweetest Crime
Title: The Sweetest Crime
Rating: R
Fandom: BLEACH
Character(s): Kuchiki Rukia, Shiba Kaien
Pairing(s): Kaien/Rukia
Word Count: 2,200
Summary: After training, Kaien prompts a hidden confession out of Rukia. Out of respect, Kaien tells her to be selfish and she doesn't want to agree to, but she does.
Author's Note: Written for the Erotic Dream Event at kannagara_net.
No clouds in the blue heavens.
She feels the blades of grass under her skin and pressing against the back of her outfit. She hears heavy breathing not her own. Of course they’re tired; they’ve been out here for hours.
“You’ve gotten better, Kuchiki.”
“I’ve only have learned from the best.”
Her voice is light, teasing almost. He laughs.
“Flattery will get you no where.”
“I know.”
She laughs as she rolls into her stomach, looking at the male lying in front of her. His sword not far from him and hers is right next to it. They had been sparring out in the open field. His eyes are closed and she watches his breathing. He seems perfect in every way. His personality could use a little work (Byakuya never approved of him), but he made her feel warm, welcomed, and not noble. Subconsciously, a hand reaches out to brush the lightly damp hair out of his face. But her fingers don’t make it to their destination. A hand grabs her wrist. That jumps her out of her reverie and she realizes what she’s doing.
“What are you doing?”
“Ah-”
“Kuchiki.”
“My apologizes.”
“You’re going to get yourself in trouble that way.”
“Trouble?”
Without another word, he brings her wrist down to his lips, kissing it softly. Lips pressed gently against her pulse.
Her lifeline.
It catches her off guard and she tries to regain her composure. But the flush to her cheeks is already there and so is her increasing heart beat rate. He feels that against his lips. He only loosens the grip on her wrist before he speaks.
“That’s what I mean.”
He doesn’t let go, but runs his tongue on that area of her wrist. It’s warm against her cold skin and he causes her to shiver slightly.
She quickly withdraws her hand and he laughs a wholehearted laugh. She just feels embarrassed by the whole situation. And what was that jolt that ran through her in that moment? It wasn’t like any rush she felt before.
“Tell me something Kuchiki. How important am I to you?”
“Excuse me?”
It’s not rude, but filled with complete shock. What?
“Important enough.”
But that doesn’t tell him anything.
He sits up and pushes on Rukia’s shoulder lightly, forcing her to roll onto her back, looking up at him. She can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s not satisfied with her answer at all.
“You are important to me. I respect you, look up to you.”
“Just like you are now.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Of course I’m important. I’m a pretty big deal you know.”
He moves to do what he didn’t allow her to do. Brushing stray hairs out of her face and tucking them behind an ear. It causes her to relax and close her violet eyes. The breeze grazes her skin.
But then something else does.
A kiss to her forehead.
That causes her eyes to snap open.
She starts to say his name, but he places his index finger on her lips.
“Don’t say anything Kuchiki.”
“But-”
“Anything else and you’ll be digging a deeper hole for yourself.”
She nods.
She doesn’t know where to look, so Rukia just closes her eyes again. Lips press against her eyelids gently.
“I’m glad I got the chance to look after you. You’re my precious little Kuchiki.”
She wants to question that, but the softness of his lips is against hers. She doesn’t know what to do, but the last thing she does in panic.
This is a kiss.
React to it accordingly.
How can one react without having being kissed before?
He pulls back and looks down at her. She opens her eyes. Her small fingertips brush against her lips as if trying to confirm and understand what just happened.
Her first kiss was taken.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never kissed someone before?”
Her silence is confirmation of that.
“Not even Abarai?”
“W-what?”
What did Renji have to do with this? Renji was her best friend. There was no way… and besides, he wished her well. She hadn’t seen him in a while. He had… let her go after all.
“So that’s how it is.”
“I’m afraid I don’t follow.”
“You don’t to.”
“I don’t…?”
“Aahh~ You’re about to get me in trouble.”
He moves back and she sits up. Her body turns slightly at the waist, hands planted on the earth below to face him.
“Listen Kuchiki. You’re a sweet girl. Too damn sweet if you ask me. But let me be honest with you. You’re precious to me. And here,” he points to his heart, “is where you’ll always be. Am I there for you?”
Her eyes watch him in confusion. What…? She feels her heart tightening. There’s a lot of things she wants to admit to him right now, but can’t. Morals. She has them and she couldn’t let them get in the way.
“I-”
“I just want ya to be honest with me. I know how you see me. You never had to say it, but tell me now.”
“I can’t! It’s wrong of me to think of you that way.”
“But you do.”
He’s right.
Completely and utterly right.
“I respect both of you! That’s why…that’s why I can’t say anything.”
“Say it now.”
“I-”
“Kuchiki.”
“Loving you won’t change anything.” It’s quickly blurted. “I’m just happy with the way things are.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Why do you keep questioning me!?”
She screams but she doesn’t mean. A hand raises itself to her chest, gripping her kosode. It hurts to even admit that. He… had someone else. She couldn’t-
His hand threads through her hair and places itself on the back of her head, bringing her closer and kissing her forehead once more. She pushes away by placing her hands on his shoulder.
“I can’t-We can’t… I’d never be able to forgive myself.”
“Then let me forgive you.”
“…”
“Just this once. See me as a man you’re in love with.”
“I-”
“You can.”
“But what about-“
“It’s our secret, all right?”
“But how am I supposed to face her? I look up to her as much as I do you.”
“Well, yeah… she knows about how you feel…”
“Was it… that obvious?”
“Nah, just… you know how women are. Got a sense for things like that.”
“…”
“Let me give you want you want for now. You’re a pretty selfless person you know that? And I don’t want you to be unhappy. Be selfish. Got that Kuchiki?”
He stares at her, waiting an answer.
She knows she shouldn’t say yes.
But she does. It’s not verbal but a simple nod of the head.
He smiles and pulls her into him and she automatically wraps her arms around him. If this is the one time she gets to be selfish, then damn it, she was going to milk it for all it’s worth. Her hands grip the black fabric resting on his back, taking in his scent.
It was intoxicating, dulled her senses, and she was drowning.
She doesn’t remember how or when it happened, but she’s on her back, looking up at the blue sky. He hovers over her and a smile is on his face.
“Are you sure?”
“You said I am able to be selfish.”
“Ha. You got me. All right then. If I hurt you in anyway, lemme know. I’ll stop.”
She nods and she finds herself drowning all over again.
His lips are soft and press against her neckline. His hands feel through the fabric of her kosode. Fingers trace the outline of her curves. Fingertips press over the mounds of her chest.
And she can’t help but to react.
It feels good.
Soft, gentle, caring… she feels it all.
Respect, honor, pride… it’s still there.
Somehow (again), she’s disrobed. Kosode pushed off her shoulders and under her. Hakama untied. Both pieces are under her. His is off to the side.
“You are beautiful. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
She only whimpers in response; his fingers work below her, inside her.
It is just noises coming from her but they sound so melodic
Her breathing hitches.
“So goddamn beautiful. It might as well be a damn crime.”
He presses her lips against her neck, lightly sucking her skin. Her back arches against him, her chest pressing into his.
A moan escapes her lips and he can’t help but smirk. He captures her soft lips in a quick kiss as he withdraws his fingers from within her. She sighs as she comes down from her high, but she’s put in shock again
He licks his fingers clean.
She watches, stares even. He only holds that mischievous look on his face and she sees it in his smile. Like an innocent child that questions ‘what?’ after doing something they know is wrong.
She tastes sweet and his expression explains that.
Too damn sweet.
And he can’t get enough.
He positions himself, bringing a hand to spread her legs a bit wider.
“I’m not going to lie, it’s gonna hurt. But if it’s too much, tell me.”
She nods and prepares herself for the pain he warned her about.
Rukia’s slick so it helps him slide in. Her face tightens and she winces. She holds her breath, waiting for the pain to pass… for her walls to get used to him. It hurts but she won’t tell him to stop. He said to be selfish and she was going to do just that. He sees the pain in her face.
“You all right?”
“Yes.”
Slowly, he moves in and out. A slow rhythm she can try to get used to. It’s the pain that overtakes her and she winces a bit more. That causes him to withdraw until she stops him.
“Don’t.”
He’s not going to ask if she’s sure because he already knows.
Slowly, ever so slowly he keeps his pace. A grunt falls from his lips as pulls out and pushes back in. He buries his face into her shoulder. The pain finally dulls away from her, pleasure taking over.
Fingernails dig into his back as an attempt to keep her grip on reality. This is really happening. Daydreaming thoughts turned into reality. Although she had never thought of this per say, but…
Hips rock in time with him and their song synchronize to the movement. He recaptures her lips and moans into her mouth, his tongue seeking entrance. They fight but he’s already won. Rukia can barely keep her concentration. His hands upon her breast, pinching. His member moving inside of her, throbbing. His mouth moving against hers, sucking. All she can think about is how much she wants more.
Selfish.
They have already forgotten where they are; out in the open. It doesn’t matter because no one comes near; no one bothers them in their act.
His mouth retreats from hers. Moving down to her chest, his tongue flicks against the hardness there before overlapping it with the heat of his mouth. His tongue swirls around it. He’s driving her insane, he knows this.
But she drove him insane first.
The way she arches her back is beautiful. The way she moans is beautiful. The way she tells him she wants more without saying it verbally…
So beautiful.
He keeps his rhythm as he pulls his mouth way from her breast and looks down at her. He’ll watch her beautiful act.
You drive me so goddamn insane, Kuchiki. Now you’ve got me in trouble and I can’t say I care about it too much. I’ll just, heh, deal with the consequences later.
He’s close and he feels that. He knows she is too by the way she restrains herself from crying out and the tears forming at the edges of her eyes. He kisses them away before her body shakes uncontrollably. He comes not even a full second before she does and his name escapes her lips.
“Kaien-”
His lips cut her off quickly. His breathing is rapid, so he can’t hold it for long.
“Drop the honorific for now, Kuchiki.”
Fight fair, play fair.
“Then call me by my first name.”
He’s trying his best to support his own weight. He doesn’t want to collapse on top of her. But she had a point. Seriously… times like this…
“Rukia.”
That causes a wary smile as she closes her eyes. He pulls out from inside of her. Kaien reaches over to grab his kosode. She hears the male shifting and opens her eyes. Was… he leaving? The answer was no as he drapes the piece of clothing over her naked body. He lies next to her, resting on his side. The younger shinigami moves closer to him, pressing her body against him. He wraps his arm around her gently, making sure there’s no distance between them.
Her breathing evens out and soon after becomes slow. She’s fallen asleep in his arms and he releases a small chuckle. He kisses her forehead before he speaks.
“I can’t have you Rukia, but I can always be here for you. That’s… what mentors do.”
Rating: R
Fandom: BLEACH
Character(s): Kuchiki Rukia, Shiba Kaien
Pairing(s): Kaien/Rukia
Word Count: 2,200
Summary: After training, Kaien prompts a hidden confession out of Rukia. Out of respect, Kaien tells her to be selfish and she doesn't want to agree to, but she does.
Author's Note: Written for the Erotic Dream Event at kannagara_net.
No clouds in the blue heavens.
She feels the blades of grass under her skin and pressing against the back of her outfit. She hears heavy breathing not her own. Of course they’re tired; they’ve been out here for hours.
“You’ve gotten better, Kuchiki.”
“I’ve only have learned from the best.”
Her voice is light, teasing almost. He laughs.
“Flattery will get you no where.”
“I know.”
She laughs as she rolls into her stomach, looking at the male lying in front of her. His sword not far from him and hers is right next to it. They had been sparring out in the open field. His eyes are closed and she watches his breathing. He seems perfect in every way. His personality could use a little work (Byakuya never approved of him), but he made her feel warm, welcomed, and not noble. Subconsciously, a hand reaches out to brush the lightly damp hair out of his face. But her fingers don’t make it to their destination. A hand grabs her wrist. That jumps her out of her reverie and she realizes what she’s doing.
“What are you doing?”
“Ah-”
“Kuchiki.”
“My apologizes.”
“You’re going to get yourself in trouble that way.”
“Trouble?”
Without another word, he brings her wrist down to his lips, kissing it softly. Lips pressed gently against her pulse.
Her lifeline.
It catches her off guard and she tries to regain her composure. But the flush to her cheeks is already there and so is her increasing heart beat rate. He feels that against his lips. He only loosens the grip on her wrist before he speaks.
“That’s what I mean.”
He doesn’t let go, but runs his tongue on that area of her wrist. It’s warm against her cold skin and he causes her to shiver slightly.
She quickly withdraws her hand and he laughs a wholehearted laugh. She just feels embarrassed by the whole situation. And what was that jolt that ran through her in that moment? It wasn’t like any rush she felt before.
“Tell me something Kuchiki. How important am I to you?”
“Excuse me?”
It’s not rude, but filled with complete shock. What?
“Important enough.”
But that doesn’t tell him anything.
He sits up and pushes on Rukia’s shoulder lightly, forcing her to roll onto her back, looking up at him. She can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s not satisfied with her answer at all.
“You are important to me. I respect you, look up to you.”
“Just like you are now.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Of course I’m important. I’m a pretty big deal you know.”
He moves to do what he didn’t allow her to do. Brushing stray hairs out of her face and tucking them behind an ear. It causes her to relax and close her violet eyes. The breeze grazes her skin.
But then something else does.
A kiss to her forehead.
That causes her eyes to snap open.
She starts to say his name, but he places his index finger on her lips.
“Don’t say anything Kuchiki.”
“But-”
“Anything else and you’ll be digging a deeper hole for yourself.”
She nods.
She doesn’t know where to look, so Rukia just closes her eyes again. Lips press against her eyelids gently.
“I’m glad I got the chance to look after you. You’re my precious little Kuchiki.”
She wants to question that, but the softness of his lips is against hers. She doesn’t know what to do, but the last thing she does in panic.
This is a kiss.
React to it accordingly.
How can one react without having being kissed before?
He pulls back and looks down at her. She opens her eyes. Her small fingertips brush against her lips as if trying to confirm and understand what just happened.
Her first kiss was taken.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never kissed someone before?”
Her silence is confirmation of that.
“Not even Abarai?”
“W-what?”
What did Renji have to do with this? Renji was her best friend. There was no way… and besides, he wished her well. She hadn’t seen him in a while. He had… let her go after all.
“So that’s how it is.”
“I’m afraid I don’t follow.”
“You don’t to.”
“I don’t…?”
“Aahh~ You’re about to get me in trouble.”
He moves back and she sits up. Her body turns slightly at the waist, hands planted on the earth below to face him.
“Listen Kuchiki. You’re a sweet girl. Too damn sweet if you ask me. But let me be honest with you. You’re precious to me. And here,” he points to his heart, “is where you’ll always be. Am I there for you?”
Her eyes watch him in confusion. What…? She feels her heart tightening. There’s a lot of things she wants to admit to him right now, but can’t. Morals. She has them and she couldn’t let them get in the way.
“I-”
“I just want ya to be honest with me. I know how you see me. You never had to say it, but tell me now.”
“I can’t! It’s wrong of me to think of you that way.”
“But you do.”
He’s right.
Completely and utterly right.
“I respect both of you! That’s why…that’s why I can’t say anything.”
“Say it now.”
“I-”
“Kuchiki.”
“Loving you won’t change anything.” It’s quickly blurted. “I’m just happy with the way things are.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Why do you keep questioning me!?”
She screams but she doesn’t mean. A hand raises itself to her chest, gripping her kosode. It hurts to even admit that. He… had someone else. She couldn’t-
His hand threads through her hair and places itself on the back of her head, bringing her closer and kissing her forehead once more. She pushes away by placing her hands on his shoulder.
“I can’t-We can’t… I’d never be able to forgive myself.”
“Then let me forgive you.”
“…”
“Just this once. See me as a man you’re in love with.”
“I-”
“You can.”
“But what about-“
“It’s our secret, all right?”
“But how am I supposed to face her? I look up to her as much as I do you.”
“Well, yeah… she knows about how you feel…”
“Was it… that obvious?”
“Nah, just… you know how women are. Got a sense for things like that.”
“…”
“Let me give you want you want for now. You’re a pretty selfless person you know that? And I don’t want you to be unhappy. Be selfish. Got that Kuchiki?”
He stares at her, waiting an answer.
She knows she shouldn’t say yes.
But she does. It’s not verbal but a simple nod of the head.
He smiles and pulls her into him and she automatically wraps her arms around him. If this is the one time she gets to be selfish, then damn it, she was going to milk it for all it’s worth. Her hands grip the black fabric resting on his back, taking in his scent.
It was intoxicating, dulled her senses, and she was drowning.
She doesn’t remember how or when it happened, but she’s on her back, looking up at the blue sky. He hovers over her and a smile is on his face.
“Are you sure?”
“You said I am able to be selfish.”
“Ha. You got me. All right then. If I hurt you in anyway, lemme know. I’ll stop.”
She nods and she finds herself drowning all over again.
His lips are soft and press against her neckline. His hands feel through the fabric of her kosode. Fingers trace the outline of her curves. Fingertips press over the mounds of her chest.
And she can’t help but to react.
It feels good.
Soft, gentle, caring… she feels it all.
Respect, honor, pride… it’s still there.
Somehow (again), she’s disrobed. Kosode pushed off her shoulders and under her. Hakama untied. Both pieces are under her. His is off to the side.
“You are beautiful. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
She only whimpers in response; his fingers work below her, inside her.
It is just noises coming from her but they sound so melodic
Her breathing hitches.
“So goddamn beautiful. It might as well be a damn crime.”
He presses her lips against her neck, lightly sucking her skin. Her back arches against him, her chest pressing into his.
A moan escapes her lips and he can’t help but smirk. He captures her soft lips in a quick kiss as he withdraws his fingers from within her. She sighs as she comes down from her high, but she’s put in shock again
He licks his fingers clean.
She watches, stares even. He only holds that mischievous look on his face and she sees it in his smile. Like an innocent child that questions ‘what?’ after doing something they know is wrong.
She tastes sweet and his expression explains that.
Too damn sweet.
And he can’t get enough.
He positions himself, bringing a hand to spread her legs a bit wider.
“I’m not going to lie, it’s gonna hurt. But if it’s too much, tell me.”
She nods and prepares herself for the pain he warned her about.
Rukia’s slick so it helps him slide in. Her face tightens and she winces. She holds her breath, waiting for the pain to pass… for her walls to get used to him. It hurts but she won’t tell him to stop. He said to be selfish and she was going to do just that. He sees the pain in her face.
“You all right?”
“Yes.”
Slowly, he moves in and out. A slow rhythm she can try to get used to. It’s the pain that overtakes her and she winces a bit more. That causes him to withdraw until she stops him.
“Don’t.”
He’s not going to ask if she’s sure because he already knows.
Slowly, ever so slowly he keeps his pace. A grunt falls from his lips as pulls out and pushes back in. He buries his face into her shoulder. The pain finally dulls away from her, pleasure taking over.
Fingernails dig into his back as an attempt to keep her grip on reality. This is really happening. Daydreaming thoughts turned into reality. Although she had never thought of this per say, but…
Hips rock in time with him and their song synchronize to the movement. He recaptures her lips and moans into her mouth, his tongue seeking entrance. They fight but he’s already won. Rukia can barely keep her concentration. His hands upon her breast, pinching. His member moving inside of her, throbbing. His mouth moving against hers, sucking. All she can think about is how much she wants more.
Selfish.
They have already forgotten where they are; out in the open. It doesn’t matter because no one comes near; no one bothers them in their act.
His mouth retreats from hers. Moving down to her chest, his tongue flicks against the hardness there before overlapping it with the heat of his mouth. His tongue swirls around it. He’s driving her insane, he knows this.
But she drove him insane first.
The way she arches her back is beautiful. The way she moans is beautiful. The way she tells him she wants more without saying it verbally…
So beautiful.
He keeps his rhythm as he pulls his mouth way from her breast and looks down at her. He’ll watch her beautiful act.
You drive me so goddamn insane, Kuchiki. Now you’ve got me in trouble and I can’t say I care about it too much. I’ll just, heh, deal with the consequences later.
He’s close and he feels that. He knows she is too by the way she restrains herself from crying out and the tears forming at the edges of her eyes. He kisses them away before her body shakes uncontrollably. He comes not even a full second before she does and his name escapes her lips.
“Kaien-”
His lips cut her off quickly. His breathing is rapid, so he can’t hold it for long.
“Drop the honorific for now, Kuchiki.”
Fight fair, play fair.
“Then call me by my first name.”
He’s trying his best to support his own weight. He doesn’t want to collapse on top of her. But she had a point. Seriously… times like this…
“Rukia.”
That causes a wary smile as she closes her eyes. He pulls out from inside of her. Kaien reaches over to grab his kosode. She hears the male shifting and opens her eyes. Was… he leaving? The answer was no as he drapes the piece of clothing over her naked body. He lies next to her, resting on his side. The younger shinigami moves closer to him, pressing her body against him. He wraps his arm around her gently, making sure there’s no distance between them.
Her breathing evens out and soon after becomes slow. She’s fallen asleep in his arms and he releases a small chuckle. He kisses her forehead before he speaks.
“I can’t have you Rukia, but I can always be here for you. That’s… what mentors do.”