Damn That Shinji
Author: Only_dani
Title: Damn That Shinji
Pairing: Kensei/Shuuhei
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: General manXman sexing. Some minor kinks.
Summary: Shinji tells Kensei he should just deal with the crush he has on Shuuhei. Kensei deals with it... In his own way.
I've never written either of these characters before so they might be a little OOC, although I tried my best to keep them as IC as possible. This was originally written as an anon post for an anon kink meme which can be found here. I know it's supposed to be anon but I liked it so much I de-anoned myself. Also for shameless anon kink meme pimping.
Disclaimer: I do not own bleach. This is just the product of my overactive imagination combined with my overwhelming urge to write.
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Shinji, Kensei grumbled to himself. It always came down to that bastard. Honestly the only reason Kensei had gotten the damn tattoo in the first place was because of that asshole dragging him to a tattoo artist one night when the two went out drinking to celebrate his coming to captaincy to the 9th. Luckily he wasn’t dumb enough to get it anywhere too visible, but ever since he got the damn thing there would always be some trampy girl or too forward guy asking him ‘so what does that number really mean?’ As if it was the first time he had heard it.
He definitely hadn’t thought that anyone else would get that number tattooed anywhere on them but when Kensei had laid eyes on the 9th acting captain his eyes had gone wide with disbelief. The number - his number - was right on the side of his face!
He had remembered exactly who Hisagi Shuuhei was after he saw that, the little kid that he had saved from a fate far worse than death now standing tall and proud, walking in the footsteps of his idol. The problem though, was that seeing the kid all grown up hadn’t inspired a fatherly pride or any kind of feeling of fulfillment seeing him going on with his life, oh no. All his eyes could see was that sexy little black collar tied tight around his neck saying exactly what kind of thing the guy was into, the tattoo that stood out like a brand as if to say Hisagi was already his and the long toned arms thick with muscle that were just begging to be bound in Kensei’s large gloved hands.
At first he had tried to ignore the kid, and he was doing quite well… Until after the war that is. Once Aizen had been defeated and the Vizoreds allowed to return from exile back to Seireitei things started becoming a little more complicated. He started seeing the kid pretty much every day when he took his old post back up. Kensei had never even taken an interest in guys before but for some reason he couldn’t take his eyes off his fukutaichou, or fantasizing about him at night which bugged him even more.
And of course Shinji had noticed. That asshole notices too much. At first he had giggled into his sake on nights when the two would drink together and Kensei mentioned him. Then it had been little offhand comments like ‘you know Hisagi’s shikai really is something, dontcha think Kensei?’ all the while showing his toothy grin that said he knew too damn much. Somehow it had escalated from there to Shinji just flat out telling him to deal with his crush so that he wouldn’t have to put up with Kensei’s love-struck moping anymore, which of course he had taken offence to.
Kensei had unceremoniously punched Shinji right in his smiling face, then had stalked to his office in the 9th, completely ignoring anyone or anything. He stood now in his office, still fuming about the whole thing and pacing the length of the floor. 12 steps he noticed. 12 steps that brought him from his desk to Hisagi’s. 12 steps that brought him back to his.
He was so distracted in his own thoughts he didn’t hear the door slide open until he pivoted on his foot to look at the doorway.
“Taichou I wasn’t expecting you here tonight.” Hisagi’s voice was filled with surprise, and Kensei’s eyes took in the way Hisagi stood, the lamplight making the shadows dance on his skin and making the dark green of his eyes seem almost fathomless.
“I wasn’t expecting to be here tonight.” He responded, turning quickly back to his pacing. “What are you doing here this late anyways Hisagi?”
Hisagi shrugged. “Had to finish the write-up for the paper.” He held up said paperwork, quite a large stack but didn’t move from the doorway, just watched as Kensei paced his 12 steps back and forth in the room. “Something on your mind Taichou?” Hisagi asked, one of his brows lifting in an amused arch and the corner of his mouth showing a shadow of a smile.
“That damn Shinji is all. Nothing for you to worry about.”
“Alright.” He replied and walked to his desk, neatly avoiding Kensei’s tense prowling.
“He’s just such an asshole sometimes, always sticking his nose into business he shouldn’t!” Kensei exploded a moment later, standing at his desk, shoulders tense and hands bunched into fists at his side.
“What, may I ask is he sticking his nose into?” Hisagi asked and Kensei turned towards his fukutaichou giving him a searching look, but all he could find there was mild curiosity.
“Nothing.” He replied, then turned back around to the gleaming surface of his desk.
There was a pause.
“He thinks I have a -thing.” Kensei said hesitantly and gritted his teeth at the ridiculousness of how he sounded.
“A thing?” Came the delicate question.
“Yeah, a thing. With someone.”
“Oh.” Hisagi replied, and the tone was interesting, full of curiosity, trepidation and… Was that hope he heard? Kensei fiddled momentarily with his gloves and mentally kicked himself for saying anything at all. He looked over his shoulder to glance at his subordinate and could see his face was carefully controlled into a mask that said nothing. If he had kept his mouth shut he wouldn’t be trying to figure out all the different kinds of meanings Hisagi could fit into a single syllable response. Everything would still be normal.
Like you ever went for normal. His hollow said mockingly to him.
“And by any chance would this -thing be with someone or about someone?” Hisagi asked softly. Kensei didn’t turn to see his face this time, just yanked one of his gloves more tightly on his hand while he hesitated in replying. Unfortunately he tugged a little too hard and the string holding them together snapped.
“Shit.” He said quietly. Hisagi came up alongside him, taking his wrist and the broken string in his warm hands.
“This shouldn’t be too hard of a fix.” He said, examining the gloved hand. He gently removed the broken piece, and picked out the knot still attached to the other side. Kensei stood quietly and let the man work. Standing this close to the man didn’t help matters at all, in fact it made everything that much more real. The dark spikes of his hair were only inches away from Kensei’s head and it would be so easy for Kensei to just run his fingers through it, find out if it really was as soft as it looked. Hisagi’s smell kept invading his nostrils and his senses kept being assaulted by the tightly controlled reiatsu that just barely brushed at him, making his skin tingle in a not uncomfortable way.
“There.” Hisagi said, and when Kensei looked down the string had been fixed and tightly tied back into place. Hisagi’s hand lingered for a moment over the new knot and a lump started to form in Kensei’s throat.
Ya got a crush Kensei and he has one too, we can all see it. His hollows voice rang annoyingly through the inside of his head and he could hear Tachikaze’s grumbled laughter agreeing with him. For once the two of them were actually in agreement on something. Kensei took a steadying breath and closed his hand around the one against his palm, holding it in place.
“You.” Kensei said softly. Hisagi’s head snapped up.
“What?” Hisagi asked, his eyes wide and bright.
“You.” Kensei said again, a little louder. “You asked who the thing was about. It’s about you.”
For a moment there was absolute silence in the office and Kensei thought it may have been the longest moment of his life. He saw a slow comprehension work its way through Hisagi, then what he hoped and feared he would see - reciprocation. As if in slow motion he saw his other hand lift from his side to lightly trace Hisagi’s full bottom lip. He could feel the warm breath gently brushing against his calloused fingers and the soft skin there. He could imagine all too easily how warm and receptive they could be under his own lips.
He was about to pull his hand away, honestly he really was. Tell Hisagi that this was all just a bad idea and that it would complicate matters terribly being involved with his subordinate, but just as his fingers moved away Hisagi went with them, slid one of his fingers past his lips and into the warm slick wet of his mouth, sucking gently on the digit. Hisagi was looking at him and those green eyes were still fathomless, but now they were darker, showing a side of him that Kensei had never seen before. There was fear, determination and something else underlying it all… A yearning that gave Kensei a very real fear that if he kept looking and didn’t pull away he would fall into those eyes and never find his way out again. And part of him wasn't sure if he minded.
Kensei tightened his hand around the one in his palm. “Aw Fuck it.” Kensei growled, pulled his finger from the wet warmth and kissed him hard, without caring about falling, just knowing that he needed more of that mouth. He needed to taste him, find out if he really was as sweet as he was in his dreams. Hisagi’s free hand came up to grip the toned column of his neck as he moaned, a deep wanton sound that was better than anything Kensei had cooked up in his late night jackoff sessions. Hisagi let him in so willingly and the flavor of him filled his mouth as his tongue dipped into Hisagi’s.
Hisagi broke the kiss, pulling Kensei roughly into an embrace. “Oh Gods Taichou you have no idea how long… I -I just-”
“Kensei.” He cut him off gruffly and pulled him closer so he could taste the skin at his neck, find out what the flavor difference was between collar and skin. Hisagi tasted sharp and sweet, like fresh cut grass and the collar had a tang that hung in the back of his mouth, tingeing everything with a faintly metallic taste. Fuck he loved it.
“Kensei.” Hisagi breathed and tipped his head to the side, granting Kensei better access. He took his time, learning all the little sensitive spots and trying to wring more of those delectable sounds out of the slighter man. Their clasped hands started intertwining; locking their fingers tightly together and Hisagi’s hand was squeezing so hard he thought his fingers might lose circulation but he didn’t care. All he cared about was knowing that Hisagi felt the same way and he squeezed back just as hard.
He turned them both so that Hisagi was pressed up against his desk, Kensei fitting easily between Hisagi’s parted legs and groaned when his hot length pressed up into the hollow of his hip. He ground himself into the slighter man, letting Hisagi know in no uncertain terms that he wasn’t the only one sporting a raging hard-on at the prospect of simply kissing him.
“Want you.” Kensei murmured between kisses he placed carefully behind Hisagi’s ear that had him grinding back into him. “Wanted you for a long time Shuu.” The nickname he kept for his own personal daydreams slipped out and any other time he would have felt foolish for saying it but here and now it just felt right.
“Want you too, Kensei.” Hisagi replied and slipped his hands into his short silver hair, gently scraping his scalp and making Kensei shiver at the sensation. He pulled back from ravishing Hisagi’s neck and looked him over. The man’s cheeks were flushed and his mouth hung slightly open, breathing heavily. His shihakusho top was disheveled from pressing into each other and the skin just at the opening was begging to be touched. Kensei trailed a hand from Hisagi’s jaw line to his neck, lingering for a moment on the black collar before lightly tracing the skin of his collarbone, then dipping lower into the space between the fabric and lightly pulled the top from his body so that he could see more.
Hisagi arched into the touches and Kensei smiled a little at how responsive the man was to everything he did to him. He kissed Hisagi again, this time deeper and slower as his hands started removing the shihakusho top to bare more of Hisagi’s skin. His hands started roving all over the firm chest, mapping out old scars and smooth skin. When his fingers brushed against one of Hisagi’s nipples the man pulled at his hair, digging his fingers into the skin at the base of his skull.
“Yeah, just like that.” Kensei murmured between kisses and tweaked the nipple he held between thumb and forefinger. The action gained another pull on his hair and the kiss they shared had somehow changed now from slow and languorous to heated and dominating. Kensei needed this, needed him to know how he wanted him, wanted Hisagi to surrender everything to him so that Hisagi could be completely his.
And he let him. Hisagi’s back bowed under the onslaught of Kensei’s mouth until his back hit the cool wood of his desktop and it only took a few movements for Kensei to push him wholly on the desk to lay lengthwise on its surface, pushing the few remaining items on the desk to clatter to the floor. The desk was quite long and took Hisagi’s body well, almost all of him fit; only his knees and feet were left to dangle a few inches off the floor.
Kensei climbed up after him, pushing the last of the top off his shoulders so he could taste his skin. He found the same nipple he had tweaked earlier and covered it with his mouth, worrying at it with his teeth.
“Harder.” Hisagi ground out and Kensei gladly obliged, closing his teeth slightly harder on the little nub and loving the quick shuddering exhale of breath Hisagi gave out at the feeling of it. Hisagi’s hands came up to pull at Kensei’s Haori, shoving it off his shoulders. Kensei pulled back a little and knelt up above the brunette so that he could pull the white coat off along with his own shihakusho top. Hisagi watched him with hungry eyes, drinking in every move Kensei made and every inch of skin that was bared to him.
When the clothing dropped to the floor and Kensei took hold of the strings to his gloves Hisagi reached out and stilled his hands.
“Keep them on.” He whispered, low and breathy.
“You like my gloves?” Kensei asked, almost but not quite hiding the smirk he could feel tugging the corners of his lips up. But the smile was short lived as Hisagi brought one of Kensei’s hands to his neck so he could trace the line between neck and collar again.
“I always imagined what they would feel like- on my skin. Don’t take them off. Please?” He asked as he looked at him through lowered lashes and the face below his was so open, so vulnerable that Kensei simply couldn’t say no.
“Alright. For you.” He nodded and slid his hand from his neck down to his shoulders and over his chest just so Hisagi could feel the texture of it against his body. The man under him started arching his back into the touches Kensei was making, then took hold of his forearms so Hisagi could place them where he wanted them. One of his hands kept roving all over his pale torso, paying special attention to all the sensitive spots Hisagi had while the other was pulled slowly up to his mouth. Kensei sucked in a breath as the brunette kissed the palm of his gloved hand over and over again.
It was getting harder and harder to think things through - not that Kensei had any kind of plan to do this in the first place. But watching Hisagi’s swollen lips kissing and breathing in the scent of the leather gloves was starting to unhinge him in a way he didn’t think was possible this early in the game.
Hisagi’s hand holding his forearm started sliding up his arm, past his elbow and over his shoulder to tentatively grip at the skin of his chest. Kensei groaned as his fingers found one of his nipples, plucking it and making his cock jump in his hakama at the stinging feel of it. The hand didn’t stay long there though; it trailed to the centre of his chest and almost reverently touched the skin of his tattoo. There was a strange look in Hisagi’s eyes, as if he couldn’t believe he was touching it. Kensei moved his hand from the mouth still kissing at it to brush lightly at his cheek; the number they shared and Kensei leaned down to kiss the mark lightly.
“I wanna do it.” Hisagi said, pressing his fingers harder into the mark at his chest.
“You mean me or the number?” Kensei gave a light chuckle and kissed him deeply again.
“Both.” Hisagi replied, breaking the kiss. “There were two reasons I got the tattoo Kensei. One was because of you, the other… Well…” Hisagi trailed off and the blush staining his cheeks was enough for Kensei to smile genuinely at the man under him.
“Alright Shuu, but I don’t think that’s gonna work too good on the desk.” He said looking dubiously at the item in question. It was a tight fit as it was, trying to maneuver the two of them to do something like that was bound to end up with one of them falling off the edge.
Kensei stood up, taking Hisagi’s hand. The moment Hisagi stepped down from the wood surface he knelt in front of Kensei, pressing him back against the desk and removed the obi with a few well practiced flicks of his wrist. The hakama hit the floor, pooling at his feet and for a moment Kensei’s mind flatlined as Hisagi mouthed at the length of him through the fabric of the fundoshi and breathed deeply, bathing him in hot air.
Kensei grabbed on tightly to Hisagi’s hair, breathing a litany of curses through his clenched teeth and was pleased to find that the texture was really as soft as he thought it would be. Hisagi’s hands came around behind him, easily untying the knot and the fabric unwound from his body, leaving him at the mercy of Hisagi’s extremely talented tongue.
He watched in fascination as Hisagi removed the last fold of his fundoshi from around his cock so slowly it was almost painful. Hisagi wrapped one of his hands around the base of him and looked up, locking eyes with him and took him into that hot, wet mouth of his in one long, fantastic thrust.
“Oh sh-shit.” Kensei whispered in a gravelly voice he barely registered as his own. The kid hadn’t stopped with his eye contact and just the thought of Hisagi doing this to him with those dark, hungry, lust-filled eyes looking up at him was so… fucking erotic that Kensei started to thrust shallowly into his mouth.
Hisagi liked it too. He moaned at what Kensei was doing and didn’t try to stop him. Kensei could feel the vibrations going through him and it was just too damn much for him to handle. He pulled the other mans mouth off him by pulling his head back and he came away with a soft wet popping noise, releasing Kensei. Hisagi’s eyes were hazed and confused now and a line of concern puckered the soft skin between his brows.
“On your back.” Kensei growled. Hisagi’s mouth turned up in a soft smile of understanding and when Kensei released the tight hold he had on Hisagi's hair he eagerly laid back on the discarded pile of their clothing. Kensei followed soon after, positioning himself over the slighter man so his legs rested on either side of Hisagi's head. Kensei started removing obi, hakama and fundoshi from Hisagi’s body in record time. When he removed the hakama he smiled wickedly.
“No underwear Shuu?” He asked. He ran his gloved hands against the tender skin of Hisagi's inner thigh, eliciting a soft moan from the man below him.
“Too uncomfortable.” He murmured and Kensei had no thought to spare for replying as Hisagi’s hands started wrapping around his upper thighs and brought him down close so Hisagi could place enticing little kisses and licks along the thin skin of his sac.
The kisses and licks started trailing to a different location, pressing a set of warm lips at the sensitive spot behind his balls and sucking the skin there. Kensei let out a breath that emptied pretty much all the air he had in his lungs, took Hisagi’s surprisingly long cock in his hands and in one swift move took in as much of Hisagi as he could without choking.
The reaction was instantaneous. Hisagi let out a broken cry and the hands at his thighs gripped him with an almost bruising force.
“Oh g-gods Kensei.” Hisagi whispered. Kensei moaned around the cock in his mouth at the sensations that assaulted him when Hisagi’s stuttered breath hit the skin he had previously been sucking on. Hisagi took a few more ragged breaths, then gently lapped at the head of his dick, tasting him and Kensei moaned again.
The sounds he was making seemed to affect Hisagi. Every time he made a noise he could actually feel the member in his mouth twitch and somehow grow a little harder. Kensei worked up a slow rhythm, sliding his mouth up, swirling his tongue around the head and dipping back down and it wasn’t long before Hisagi joined him.
Kensei wrapped one of his hands around the base of the brunette, lightly pumping any part he couldn’t fit in his mouth. He honestly didn’t really have that much experience going down on guys so he tried to stick with things he personally liked. He also tried to incorporate some of the things Hisagi was doing, although it was getting harder and harder to keep a level head when he was being enveloped over and over again in the heat of Hisagi’s sweet mouth.
One of Hisagi’s hands started teasing at his sac, stroking it softly and Kensei thrust down unintentionally. Hisagi made a choking sound but instead of pushing Kensei’s hips back he grabbed tightly at his waist, pressing Kensei back into him again, this time with shallow, controlled thrusts.
Kensei’s entire body was burning now, and his gut was clenching every time Hisagi led him into his mouth. He was trying to hold back for as long as he could but at this rate he was going to come screaming without Hisagi even finishing, and that simply wouldn’t do. He tried to gather what wits he could and remembered the feeling of Hisagi’s mouth touching that place behind his balls. He moved his hand from pumping the base of him and reached down; pressing firmly in the same place Hisagi had sucked on him earlier.
Hisagi arched up violently and gripped his waist so hard he was sure he would end up with finger sized bruises come morning. The man let out a loud cry and filled Kensei’s mouth with his release. He did his best to swallow it all, reveling in the flavor of him. It was a strange mix of things, salty, musky, and sharp, strangely similar to the taste of his skin at his neck with a faint bitter quality that sat in the back of his throat. He imagined it would be similar to the taste if he licked Hisagi’s collar right where skin met metal, only more somehow.
Hisagi flopped down, lifeless but his mouth somehow kept working Kensei and only two or three more thrusts had Kensei shuddering above him and emptying himself into Hisagi. He could feel Hisagi’s throat working to drink him all down and only the last ounce of brain function had him lifting clumsily away before he fell to the side, sated and breathless.
After a moment to catch his breath he moved his body so he lay alongside Hisagi and took a long look at his lover. His hair was even more mussed than usual, the spikes going every which way, his lids were low over his eyes and his entire demeanor seemed to radiate a sense of deep satisfaction.
“Come here.” Kensei whispered and pulled Hisagi into an embrace, his head fitting easily in the crook between neck and shoulder. Hisagi’s arms came around him, holding each other close.
“Please tell me this won’t be the only time.” Hisagi asked after a moment in a small voice.
“Don’t worry, there’ll be others.” Kensei promised, rubbing Hisagi’s back comfortingly. “And to prove it…” Kensei sat up and removed one of the little silver hoops from his ears and leaned down to hook it into the collar at Hisagi’s neck.
“What are you doing?” Hisagi asked but he lifted his chin so Kensei could get better access.
“Makin’ sure you know that it aint gonna be the last time.” He said as he flicked the tiny hoop closed. His fingers lingered on the piece of silver now nestled comfortably in the hollow of Hisagi’s neck. Hisagi’s hand came up to tentatively touch at the little piece of jewelry.
“Thanks.” Hisagi said and gave the brightest smile Kensei had ever seen.
“Yeah.” Kensei turned away from the look, blushing slightly at how silly it all was, yet not quite being able to help himself. “Just do me a favor and don’t tell Shinji just yet. If he finds out it happened tonight he’ll be gloating for a week.”
He heard Hisagi’s laugh and thought that maybe it was a good idea that Shinji had said something earlier, although he would never admit it to the bastard.
Title: Damn That Shinji
Pairing: Kensei/Shuuhei
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: General manXman sexing. Some minor kinks.
Summary: Shinji tells Kensei he should just deal with the crush he has on Shuuhei. Kensei deals with it... In his own way.
I've never written either of these characters before so they might be a little OOC, although I tried my best to keep them as IC as possible. This was originally written as an anon post for an anon kink meme which can be found here. I know it's supposed to be anon but I liked it so much I de-anoned myself. Also for shameless anon kink meme pimping.
Disclaimer: I do not own bleach. This is just the product of my overactive imagination combined with my overwhelming urge to write.
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Shinji, Kensei grumbled to himself. It always came down to that bastard. Honestly the only reason Kensei had gotten the damn tattoo in the first place was because of that asshole dragging him to a tattoo artist one night when the two went out drinking to celebrate his coming to captaincy to the 9th. Luckily he wasn’t dumb enough to get it anywhere too visible, but ever since he got the damn thing there would always be some trampy girl or too forward guy asking him ‘so what does that number really mean?’ As if it was the first time he had heard it.
He definitely hadn’t thought that anyone else would get that number tattooed anywhere on them but when Kensei had laid eyes on the 9th acting captain his eyes had gone wide with disbelief. The number - his number - was right on the side of his face!
He had remembered exactly who Hisagi Shuuhei was after he saw that, the little kid that he had saved from a fate far worse than death now standing tall and proud, walking in the footsteps of his idol. The problem though, was that seeing the kid all grown up hadn’t inspired a fatherly pride or any kind of feeling of fulfillment seeing him going on with his life, oh no. All his eyes could see was that sexy little black collar tied tight around his neck saying exactly what kind of thing the guy was into, the tattoo that stood out like a brand as if to say Hisagi was already his and the long toned arms thick with muscle that were just begging to be bound in Kensei’s large gloved hands.
At first he had tried to ignore the kid, and he was doing quite well… Until after the war that is. Once Aizen had been defeated and the Vizoreds allowed to return from exile back to Seireitei things started becoming a little more complicated. He started seeing the kid pretty much every day when he took his old post back up. Kensei had never even taken an interest in guys before but for some reason he couldn’t take his eyes off his fukutaichou, or fantasizing about him at night which bugged him even more.
And of course Shinji had noticed. That asshole notices too much. At first he had giggled into his sake on nights when the two would drink together and Kensei mentioned him. Then it had been little offhand comments like ‘you know Hisagi’s shikai really is something, dontcha think Kensei?’ all the while showing his toothy grin that said he knew too damn much. Somehow it had escalated from there to Shinji just flat out telling him to deal with his crush so that he wouldn’t have to put up with Kensei’s love-struck moping anymore, which of course he had taken offence to.
Kensei had unceremoniously punched Shinji right in his smiling face, then had stalked to his office in the 9th, completely ignoring anyone or anything. He stood now in his office, still fuming about the whole thing and pacing the length of the floor. 12 steps he noticed. 12 steps that brought him from his desk to Hisagi’s. 12 steps that brought him back to his.
He was so distracted in his own thoughts he didn’t hear the door slide open until he pivoted on his foot to look at the doorway.
“Taichou I wasn’t expecting you here tonight.” Hisagi’s voice was filled with surprise, and Kensei’s eyes took in the way Hisagi stood, the lamplight making the shadows dance on his skin and making the dark green of his eyes seem almost fathomless.
“I wasn’t expecting to be here tonight.” He responded, turning quickly back to his pacing. “What are you doing here this late anyways Hisagi?”
Hisagi shrugged. “Had to finish the write-up for the paper.” He held up said paperwork, quite a large stack but didn’t move from the doorway, just watched as Kensei paced his 12 steps back and forth in the room. “Something on your mind Taichou?” Hisagi asked, one of his brows lifting in an amused arch and the corner of his mouth showing a shadow of a smile.
“That damn Shinji is all. Nothing for you to worry about.”
“Alright.” He replied and walked to his desk, neatly avoiding Kensei’s tense prowling.
“He’s just such an asshole sometimes, always sticking his nose into business he shouldn’t!” Kensei exploded a moment later, standing at his desk, shoulders tense and hands bunched into fists at his side.
“What, may I ask is he sticking his nose into?” Hisagi asked and Kensei turned towards his fukutaichou giving him a searching look, but all he could find there was mild curiosity.
“Nothing.” He replied, then turned back around to the gleaming surface of his desk.
There was a pause.
“He thinks I have a -thing.” Kensei said hesitantly and gritted his teeth at the ridiculousness of how he sounded.
“A thing?” Came the delicate question.
“Yeah, a thing. With someone.”
“Oh.” Hisagi replied, and the tone was interesting, full of curiosity, trepidation and… Was that hope he heard? Kensei fiddled momentarily with his gloves and mentally kicked himself for saying anything at all. He looked over his shoulder to glance at his subordinate and could see his face was carefully controlled into a mask that said nothing. If he had kept his mouth shut he wouldn’t be trying to figure out all the different kinds of meanings Hisagi could fit into a single syllable response. Everything would still be normal.
Like you ever went for normal. His hollow said mockingly to him.
“And by any chance would this -thing be with someone or about someone?” Hisagi asked softly. Kensei didn’t turn to see his face this time, just yanked one of his gloves more tightly on his hand while he hesitated in replying. Unfortunately he tugged a little too hard and the string holding them together snapped.
“Shit.” He said quietly. Hisagi came up alongside him, taking his wrist and the broken string in his warm hands.
“This shouldn’t be too hard of a fix.” He said, examining the gloved hand. He gently removed the broken piece, and picked out the knot still attached to the other side. Kensei stood quietly and let the man work. Standing this close to the man didn’t help matters at all, in fact it made everything that much more real. The dark spikes of his hair were only inches away from Kensei’s head and it would be so easy for Kensei to just run his fingers through it, find out if it really was as soft as it looked. Hisagi’s smell kept invading his nostrils and his senses kept being assaulted by the tightly controlled reiatsu that just barely brushed at him, making his skin tingle in a not uncomfortable way.
“There.” Hisagi said, and when Kensei looked down the string had been fixed and tightly tied back into place. Hisagi’s hand lingered for a moment over the new knot and a lump started to form in Kensei’s throat.
Ya got a crush Kensei and he has one too, we can all see it. His hollows voice rang annoyingly through the inside of his head and he could hear Tachikaze’s grumbled laughter agreeing with him. For once the two of them were actually in agreement on something. Kensei took a steadying breath and closed his hand around the one against his palm, holding it in place.
“You.” Kensei said softly. Hisagi’s head snapped up.
“What?” Hisagi asked, his eyes wide and bright.
“You.” Kensei said again, a little louder. “You asked who the thing was about. It’s about you.”
For a moment there was absolute silence in the office and Kensei thought it may have been the longest moment of his life. He saw a slow comprehension work its way through Hisagi, then what he hoped and feared he would see - reciprocation. As if in slow motion he saw his other hand lift from his side to lightly trace Hisagi’s full bottom lip. He could feel the warm breath gently brushing against his calloused fingers and the soft skin there. He could imagine all too easily how warm and receptive they could be under his own lips.
He was about to pull his hand away, honestly he really was. Tell Hisagi that this was all just a bad idea and that it would complicate matters terribly being involved with his subordinate, but just as his fingers moved away Hisagi went with them, slid one of his fingers past his lips and into the warm slick wet of his mouth, sucking gently on the digit. Hisagi was looking at him and those green eyes were still fathomless, but now they were darker, showing a side of him that Kensei had never seen before. There was fear, determination and something else underlying it all… A yearning that gave Kensei a very real fear that if he kept looking and didn’t pull away he would fall into those eyes and never find his way out again. And part of him wasn't sure if he minded.
Kensei tightened his hand around the one in his palm. “Aw Fuck it.” Kensei growled, pulled his finger from the wet warmth and kissed him hard, without caring about falling, just knowing that he needed more of that mouth. He needed to taste him, find out if he really was as sweet as he was in his dreams. Hisagi’s free hand came up to grip the toned column of his neck as he moaned, a deep wanton sound that was better than anything Kensei had cooked up in his late night jackoff sessions. Hisagi let him in so willingly and the flavor of him filled his mouth as his tongue dipped into Hisagi’s.
Hisagi broke the kiss, pulling Kensei roughly into an embrace. “Oh Gods Taichou you have no idea how long… I -I just-”
“Kensei.” He cut him off gruffly and pulled him closer so he could taste the skin at his neck, find out what the flavor difference was between collar and skin. Hisagi tasted sharp and sweet, like fresh cut grass and the collar had a tang that hung in the back of his mouth, tingeing everything with a faintly metallic taste. Fuck he loved it.
“Kensei.” Hisagi breathed and tipped his head to the side, granting Kensei better access. He took his time, learning all the little sensitive spots and trying to wring more of those delectable sounds out of the slighter man. Their clasped hands started intertwining; locking their fingers tightly together and Hisagi’s hand was squeezing so hard he thought his fingers might lose circulation but he didn’t care. All he cared about was knowing that Hisagi felt the same way and he squeezed back just as hard.
He turned them both so that Hisagi was pressed up against his desk, Kensei fitting easily between Hisagi’s parted legs and groaned when his hot length pressed up into the hollow of his hip. He ground himself into the slighter man, letting Hisagi know in no uncertain terms that he wasn’t the only one sporting a raging hard-on at the prospect of simply kissing him.
“Want you.” Kensei murmured between kisses he placed carefully behind Hisagi’s ear that had him grinding back into him. “Wanted you for a long time Shuu.” The nickname he kept for his own personal daydreams slipped out and any other time he would have felt foolish for saying it but here and now it just felt right.
“Want you too, Kensei.” Hisagi replied and slipped his hands into his short silver hair, gently scraping his scalp and making Kensei shiver at the sensation. He pulled back from ravishing Hisagi’s neck and looked him over. The man’s cheeks were flushed and his mouth hung slightly open, breathing heavily. His shihakusho top was disheveled from pressing into each other and the skin just at the opening was begging to be touched. Kensei trailed a hand from Hisagi’s jaw line to his neck, lingering for a moment on the black collar before lightly tracing the skin of his collarbone, then dipping lower into the space between the fabric and lightly pulled the top from his body so that he could see more.
Hisagi arched into the touches and Kensei smiled a little at how responsive the man was to everything he did to him. He kissed Hisagi again, this time deeper and slower as his hands started removing the shihakusho top to bare more of Hisagi’s skin. His hands started roving all over the firm chest, mapping out old scars and smooth skin. When his fingers brushed against one of Hisagi’s nipples the man pulled at his hair, digging his fingers into the skin at the base of his skull.
“Yeah, just like that.” Kensei murmured between kisses and tweaked the nipple he held between thumb and forefinger. The action gained another pull on his hair and the kiss they shared had somehow changed now from slow and languorous to heated and dominating. Kensei needed this, needed him to know how he wanted him, wanted Hisagi to surrender everything to him so that Hisagi could be completely his.
And he let him. Hisagi’s back bowed under the onslaught of Kensei’s mouth until his back hit the cool wood of his desktop and it only took a few movements for Kensei to push him wholly on the desk to lay lengthwise on its surface, pushing the few remaining items on the desk to clatter to the floor. The desk was quite long and took Hisagi’s body well, almost all of him fit; only his knees and feet were left to dangle a few inches off the floor.
Kensei climbed up after him, pushing the last of the top off his shoulders so he could taste his skin. He found the same nipple he had tweaked earlier and covered it with his mouth, worrying at it with his teeth.
“Harder.” Hisagi ground out and Kensei gladly obliged, closing his teeth slightly harder on the little nub and loving the quick shuddering exhale of breath Hisagi gave out at the feeling of it. Hisagi’s hands came up to pull at Kensei’s Haori, shoving it off his shoulders. Kensei pulled back a little and knelt up above the brunette so that he could pull the white coat off along with his own shihakusho top. Hisagi watched him with hungry eyes, drinking in every move Kensei made and every inch of skin that was bared to him.
When the clothing dropped to the floor and Kensei took hold of the strings to his gloves Hisagi reached out and stilled his hands.
“Keep them on.” He whispered, low and breathy.
“You like my gloves?” Kensei asked, almost but not quite hiding the smirk he could feel tugging the corners of his lips up. But the smile was short lived as Hisagi brought one of Kensei’s hands to his neck so he could trace the line between neck and collar again.
“I always imagined what they would feel like- on my skin. Don’t take them off. Please?” He asked as he looked at him through lowered lashes and the face below his was so open, so vulnerable that Kensei simply couldn’t say no.
“Alright. For you.” He nodded and slid his hand from his neck down to his shoulders and over his chest just so Hisagi could feel the texture of it against his body. The man under him started arching his back into the touches Kensei was making, then took hold of his forearms so Hisagi could place them where he wanted them. One of his hands kept roving all over his pale torso, paying special attention to all the sensitive spots Hisagi had while the other was pulled slowly up to his mouth. Kensei sucked in a breath as the brunette kissed the palm of his gloved hand over and over again.
It was getting harder and harder to think things through - not that Kensei had any kind of plan to do this in the first place. But watching Hisagi’s swollen lips kissing and breathing in the scent of the leather gloves was starting to unhinge him in a way he didn’t think was possible this early in the game.
Hisagi’s hand holding his forearm started sliding up his arm, past his elbow and over his shoulder to tentatively grip at the skin of his chest. Kensei groaned as his fingers found one of his nipples, plucking it and making his cock jump in his hakama at the stinging feel of it. The hand didn’t stay long there though; it trailed to the centre of his chest and almost reverently touched the skin of his tattoo. There was a strange look in Hisagi’s eyes, as if he couldn’t believe he was touching it. Kensei moved his hand from the mouth still kissing at it to brush lightly at his cheek; the number they shared and Kensei leaned down to kiss the mark lightly.
“I wanna do it.” Hisagi said, pressing his fingers harder into the mark at his chest.
“You mean me or the number?” Kensei gave a light chuckle and kissed him deeply again.
“Both.” Hisagi replied, breaking the kiss. “There were two reasons I got the tattoo Kensei. One was because of you, the other… Well…” Hisagi trailed off and the blush staining his cheeks was enough for Kensei to smile genuinely at the man under him.
“Alright Shuu, but I don’t think that’s gonna work too good on the desk.” He said looking dubiously at the item in question. It was a tight fit as it was, trying to maneuver the two of them to do something like that was bound to end up with one of them falling off the edge.
Kensei stood up, taking Hisagi’s hand. The moment Hisagi stepped down from the wood surface he knelt in front of Kensei, pressing him back against the desk and removed the obi with a few well practiced flicks of his wrist. The hakama hit the floor, pooling at his feet and for a moment Kensei’s mind flatlined as Hisagi mouthed at the length of him through the fabric of the fundoshi and breathed deeply, bathing him in hot air.
Kensei grabbed on tightly to Hisagi’s hair, breathing a litany of curses through his clenched teeth and was pleased to find that the texture was really as soft as he thought it would be. Hisagi’s hands came around behind him, easily untying the knot and the fabric unwound from his body, leaving him at the mercy of Hisagi’s extremely talented tongue.
He watched in fascination as Hisagi removed the last fold of his fundoshi from around his cock so slowly it was almost painful. Hisagi wrapped one of his hands around the base of him and looked up, locking eyes with him and took him into that hot, wet mouth of his in one long, fantastic thrust.
“Oh sh-shit.” Kensei whispered in a gravelly voice he barely registered as his own. The kid hadn’t stopped with his eye contact and just the thought of Hisagi doing this to him with those dark, hungry, lust-filled eyes looking up at him was so… fucking erotic that Kensei started to thrust shallowly into his mouth.
Hisagi liked it too. He moaned at what Kensei was doing and didn’t try to stop him. Kensei could feel the vibrations going through him and it was just too damn much for him to handle. He pulled the other mans mouth off him by pulling his head back and he came away with a soft wet popping noise, releasing Kensei. Hisagi’s eyes were hazed and confused now and a line of concern puckered the soft skin between his brows.
“On your back.” Kensei growled. Hisagi’s mouth turned up in a soft smile of understanding and when Kensei released the tight hold he had on Hisagi's hair he eagerly laid back on the discarded pile of their clothing. Kensei followed soon after, positioning himself over the slighter man so his legs rested on either side of Hisagi's head. Kensei started removing obi, hakama and fundoshi from Hisagi’s body in record time. When he removed the hakama he smiled wickedly.
“No underwear Shuu?” He asked. He ran his gloved hands against the tender skin of Hisagi's inner thigh, eliciting a soft moan from the man below him.
“Too uncomfortable.” He murmured and Kensei had no thought to spare for replying as Hisagi’s hands started wrapping around his upper thighs and brought him down close so Hisagi could place enticing little kisses and licks along the thin skin of his sac.
The kisses and licks started trailing to a different location, pressing a set of warm lips at the sensitive spot behind his balls and sucking the skin there. Kensei let out a breath that emptied pretty much all the air he had in his lungs, took Hisagi’s surprisingly long cock in his hands and in one swift move took in as much of Hisagi as he could without choking.
The reaction was instantaneous. Hisagi let out a broken cry and the hands at his thighs gripped him with an almost bruising force.
“Oh g-gods Kensei.” Hisagi whispered. Kensei moaned around the cock in his mouth at the sensations that assaulted him when Hisagi’s stuttered breath hit the skin he had previously been sucking on. Hisagi took a few more ragged breaths, then gently lapped at the head of his dick, tasting him and Kensei moaned again.
The sounds he was making seemed to affect Hisagi. Every time he made a noise he could actually feel the member in his mouth twitch and somehow grow a little harder. Kensei worked up a slow rhythm, sliding his mouth up, swirling his tongue around the head and dipping back down and it wasn’t long before Hisagi joined him.
Kensei wrapped one of his hands around the base of the brunette, lightly pumping any part he couldn’t fit in his mouth. He honestly didn’t really have that much experience going down on guys so he tried to stick with things he personally liked. He also tried to incorporate some of the things Hisagi was doing, although it was getting harder and harder to keep a level head when he was being enveloped over and over again in the heat of Hisagi’s sweet mouth.
One of Hisagi’s hands started teasing at his sac, stroking it softly and Kensei thrust down unintentionally. Hisagi made a choking sound but instead of pushing Kensei’s hips back he grabbed tightly at his waist, pressing Kensei back into him again, this time with shallow, controlled thrusts.
Kensei’s entire body was burning now, and his gut was clenching every time Hisagi led him into his mouth. He was trying to hold back for as long as he could but at this rate he was going to come screaming without Hisagi even finishing, and that simply wouldn’t do. He tried to gather what wits he could and remembered the feeling of Hisagi’s mouth touching that place behind his balls. He moved his hand from pumping the base of him and reached down; pressing firmly in the same place Hisagi had sucked on him earlier.
Hisagi arched up violently and gripped his waist so hard he was sure he would end up with finger sized bruises come morning. The man let out a loud cry and filled Kensei’s mouth with his release. He did his best to swallow it all, reveling in the flavor of him. It was a strange mix of things, salty, musky, and sharp, strangely similar to the taste of his skin at his neck with a faint bitter quality that sat in the back of his throat. He imagined it would be similar to the taste if he licked Hisagi’s collar right where skin met metal, only more somehow.
Hisagi flopped down, lifeless but his mouth somehow kept working Kensei and only two or three more thrusts had Kensei shuddering above him and emptying himself into Hisagi. He could feel Hisagi’s throat working to drink him all down and only the last ounce of brain function had him lifting clumsily away before he fell to the side, sated and breathless.
After a moment to catch his breath he moved his body so he lay alongside Hisagi and took a long look at his lover. His hair was even more mussed than usual, the spikes going every which way, his lids were low over his eyes and his entire demeanor seemed to radiate a sense of deep satisfaction.
“Come here.” Kensei whispered and pulled Hisagi into an embrace, his head fitting easily in the crook between neck and shoulder. Hisagi’s arms came around him, holding each other close.
“Please tell me this won’t be the only time.” Hisagi asked after a moment in a small voice.
“Don’t worry, there’ll be others.” Kensei promised, rubbing Hisagi’s back comfortingly. “And to prove it…” Kensei sat up and removed one of the little silver hoops from his ears and leaned down to hook it into the collar at Hisagi’s neck.
“What are you doing?” Hisagi asked but he lifted his chin so Kensei could get better access.
“Makin’ sure you know that it aint gonna be the last time.” He said as he flicked the tiny hoop closed. His fingers lingered on the piece of silver now nestled comfortably in the hollow of Hisagi’s neck. Hisagi’s hand came up to tentatively touch at the little piece of jewelry.
“Thanks.” Hisagi said and gave the brightest smile Kensei had ever seen.
“Yeah.” Kensei turned away from the look, blushing slightly at how silly it all was, yet not quite being able to help himself. “Just do me a favor and don’t tell Shinji just yet. If he finds out it happened tonight he’ll be gloating for a week.”
He heard Hisagi’s laugh and thought that maybe it was a good idea that Shinji had said something earlier, although he would never admit it to the bastard.