A/N - Wow, this is the end - over 200k words... Thank you all for the support, I wouldn't have been successful in completing this if it wasn't for the ShuuKira fans.
This story was inspired by the song Entwined from Lacuna Coil.
I hope you enjoy this final chapter filled with smut and more smut.
Chapter 28 – The final secret
Renji
Renji knocked on the door of the main Seireitei Bulletin office and waited for an answer. He bit his lower lip nervously wondering how upset would Hisagi be after knowing Renji just blabbed about their old relationship to his boyfriend. It's not that he was ashamed of their past, because he sure as hell wasn't, however Kira's reaction was a warning that he was definitely not ok with it. Kira was fucking mad and he may have made Hisagi lose his chance of being topped for the rest of his life. Shit, maybe even causing them to fight.
Kira was Hisagi's muse for as long as Renji remembered knowing the ninth division Fukutaichou. It reached a point when it was fucking pitiful to watch at Hisagi mopping over the homophobic bastard. Of course at the time they didn't know that Kira wasn't really homophobic and was actually gay (a shy one), but back then… back then Hisagi was a fucking loser scouring around horny and sorrowful. Renji didn't want to ever see Hisagi like that again. Those were some dark times…
Then the whole Aizen ordeal happened and Hisagi was drooling all over Kira like a dog again.
Renji wasn't ashamed of telling Kira about his past with Hisagi, because he loved him at the time. He was genuinely in love, and he had some of the best moments of his life with Hisagi. However, he was feeling uneasy now because he didn't want to see Hisagi depressed and lovesick. Shit, he really hoped he didn't screw up their relationship. He was so happy seeing both together… Their happiness was his happiness, kind of.
The door in front of him opened with a cute small brunet girl peeking.
"Yes?" Upon realizing who he was, she opened the door and bowed down. "Abarai-Fukutaichou! My apologies."
He was about to respond when he heard the man he was looking for in the back.
"Abarai is that you?" Hisagi was sitting in front of his laptop. "Come in!"
"Actually, I need to speak with you very quickly and leave. Can we go outside for a little bit?"
The entire room was chaotic, several 9th Division members walking around doing different tasks; the latest issue was about to be released, they had a lot on their plate right now.
"I'm busy."
"It's urgent, Hisagi."
Hisagi stared for a while and eventually agreed. "Sure. I could use a break." Hisagi got up and stretched his arms, he said something to another member who was also on a computer followed by a chuckle. Damn, he was also happy. Like cute smiley Kira, he was stupid smiley Hisagi.
"What's up?"
Renji didn't say anything as they walked outside. He wasn't even sure how to bring this up. Shit, he was really affected by this, wasn't he? It was not even his relationship and here he was all worked up for someone else's sake. Maybe that was the issue, it wasn't his relationship. He didn't even know about his relationship anymore, where his lover was or even if he was in fact still a lover.
"You're freaking me out, Abarai. What's going on?"
The dread in him was intense, he knew he fucked up, but he hoped Hisagi knew how to overcome this, because honestly speaking Renji didn't want to be the reason why his best friends broke up.
"Don't be mad, but I did something I shouldn't."
Hisagi immediately frowned. He knew him too well.
"What did you do?"
There was no fooling Hisagi anymore. "I may have told Kira that we dated."
Hisagi's eyes shot wide open.
"What? Why would you tell him that?!"
"I thought he knew!"
"Oh shit..."
Hisagi pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why did you tell him?"
"It wasn't on purpose, we were talking and it just happened."
"How did he react?"
"He left. You know how Kira is, when something makes him uncomfortable he leaves."
Hisagi groaned, pacing. Renji definitely messed up, he could tell.
"Why didn't you tell him?" he asked Hisagi; they dated over 40 years ago, the fact they used to screw each other shouldn't matter anymore.
"It's not something relevant."
"Ouch!"
"Abarai, don't. I didn't tell him because there's no reason for talking about past relationships. Do you tell partners about who you slept with?"
Slept? They were actually boyfriends, they did much more than sleeping together. Renji wanted to yell that, but this wasn't the right time. Hisagi was mad and with reason.
"No, but in your case it is different. I would like to know if my boyfriend had dated my best friend."
Hisagi was quiet and turned around.
"I need to fix this." He walked fast to the opposite side of his office.
"What about the Seireitei Bulletin?"
"This is more important," Hisagi said as he left.
Renji smirked as he saw his friend leaving. He never saw Hisagi putting aside his publishing duties, his pride and joy for anything. He was going to fix this. Of course he was, Hisagi was the kind of guy who would do anything for the one he loved.
That was what people did when they loved someone, they would fix things, they would fight for them no matter what.
Byakuya was m.i.a., but that wasn't an excuse for not looking for him. Even if he had to face the entire Kuchiki clan…
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The last time he saw Byakuya was 2 weeks ago when they returned from Hueco Mundo. He had no idea where he was now. He had consulted Kuchiki Ginrei for guidance, but the old man didn't say anything.
Rukia had no idea where her brother was and none of the Captains seem to know as well.
He knew he was walking on a thin line here considering he was in some sort of probation period for trying to go to Muken, but he was seriously considering trespassing the Kuchiki Mansion and searching for Byakuya himself.
His resolution ended when he arrived home and opened the door. In the middle of the room was him. The god himself, Kuchiki freaking Byakuya. He sat there wearing his shihakushou but no kenseikan or captain's coat. Just Senbozakura lying next to him.
Renji stood there mouth open with probably a stupid look in his face. He closed immediately the door behind him when he realized what was happening.
"Byakuya?" he immediately knelt next to the noble and hugged him. He sighed in relief when he felt Byakuya's arms around him. They stayed there for a while just holding each other.
"Where were you?" Renji perplexed. 2 weeks without him and suddenly he was back out of nowhere? And why was he here? Why wasn't he in the 6th Division?
"Kiss me."
Shit, Byakuya's voice… of course he kissed him. The noble's hands caressed his hair as they joined their lips. The noble grabbed him clingy and the kiss became more intense, Renji was sure he was going to burst because he had been alone for so long, and all his desire accumulated especially in his balls.
Byakuya climbed into his lap and tilted his head to the side, opening his mouth letting his tongue roaming around into an urgent kiss swallowing every breath and gasp from Renji. He was eating him alive.
"Byakuya?"
The noble pushed him down, attacking his neck and then opened his kosode and shitagi exposing his tanned skin. Tongue licked everywhere, tattoos, nipples, the curve of his abs, going down and down, until the edge of the hakama.
"Take it off," Byakuya demanded, and Renji didn't think twice, he slid down his bottoms and then his fundoshi. He was hard since their first kiss. Byakuya slowly removed the sash of his uniform, and then the obi letting the hakama loosely pool around his tights. The top stayed open showing his chest. Renji wanted to touch him, but didn't when he realized that Byakuya was looking at his cock.
Long fingers gripped the base gently and what happened next would stay printed in Renji's mind for the rest of his life. Byakuya leaned down, his breathing tickling the side of Renji's cock. And then, he gently kissed and tentatively licked it. Renji's breathing became heavier.
"Bya-Byakuya!" Renji interrupted him. Byakuya never did this before, why was he doing it now?
The noble looked up sharing a silent message that Renji had no fucking idea how to read it, and leaned back down engulfing his cock.
Fuck. Renji didn't know what to do, except for accepting it. Byakuya wasn't a pro in blowing, it was clearly his first time, but it was still so good. The view of his cock being sucked by Byakuya was the most transcendent experience he ever had.
"Byakuya?" he stopped the noble, "I'm almost there."
He didn't stop. He fucking continued, and Renji couldn't prevent what was about to happen. Byakuya swallowed him as deeply as he could, drooling sliding down his shaft, down to his balls.
He moved the dark locks covering Byakuya's face to look at him. His hair so silky… Why wasn't he wearing the keisenkan? He liked it like this.
Byakuya kept his eyes closed until he noticed Renji looking at him. He sucked hard and it took 2 seconds for Renji to-
"I'm gonna come, B-Bya-" and he closed his eyes as the pleasure shot inside him. Streaks of white liquid filled the noble's mouth and Renji could swear he was going to come a second time when he saw Byakuya swallowing it.
He breathed deeply against Byakuya who held him close. How could he be so lucky? Having Sexiest Shinigami alive blowing him like that? He had to return the favour. Renji frowned when he noticed Byakuya wasn't moving, he just hugged him.
"Is everything okay?" he asked. Something was off. Byakuya didn't answer immediately, so he asked another question.
"Are you back? I missed you."
Byakuya did react to that.
"I was released from imprisonment."
"That's great! This means you're back to the Sixth, right?"
Purple eyes moved down, and now Renji was sure something bad happened.
"I will not return to the Sixth Division."
"Why?"
Before Byakuya could answer, there was a knock at his door that startled both. Byakuya frowned, probably thinking how he couldn't feel the spiritual pressure.
The knock was persistent and more furious now.
"You should see who it is." Byakuya told him, and he reluctantly got up and went to the door, pulling his hakama up, closing loosely the obi.
Byakuya got up as well and went to the bathroom without his hakama.
Another knock.
"I'm going, I'm going!" he opened the door and there was the one person he didn't want to see. Small and full of spirit. "Rukia! Is that really you?" he laughed nervously, he hoped Byakuya understood who it was and would stay in the bathroom.
"Idiot, I asked you to call me! I had something to tell you, but you have no idea what just happened!" she went inside the house freaking out, and now Renji was panicking.
"W-wait Rukia!"
"It's nii-sama! It's bad, Renji."
"What?'' What about Byakuya, he was in the bathroom right now. Renji looked down at Byakuya's discarded hakama and right below, the hilt of Senbonzakura, he moved fast covering the zanpakutou with the hakama. He hoped Rukia wouldn't find out about it.
"Nii-sama was exiled from the Kuchiki Clan."
It was like lightning that struck him down.
"What do you mean?"
"He… did something, Renji. And I don't know anything anymore!" she said, shaking her hands. "There was an argument. Ginrei-sama and the elders were upset that nii-sama refused the order to apprehend Kira. One thing led to another and they told him that he was bringing shame to the Kuchiki Clan, and he was told that in order to redeem himself he had to show that he was a family man and that he had values."
She sniffled. "Renji, you know I'm not against these things. I'm not against you or anyone like you, but..."
But?
"But nii-sama said he couldn't be a family man because he couldn't have heirs. And when he was asked why, he said that he was in a relationship with a man."
Renji stood silent, his heart beating so hard he was afraid it was going to burst.
"They were so furious! They told him he was sick and that they couldn't have someone like him in the family. I'm not against it, I don't care if likes men, but this relationship, Renji! He was exiled and he's going to be demoted!"
Only the Kuchiki Clan leader could be the Sixth Division Taichou, Renji knew that. Why did Byakuya reveal this?
"Renji say something."
"Did he say who he is dating?"
"No, but whoever it is, he just ruined nii-sama's life. Who would be so egotistical to make him choose him over the Clan?"
Rukia's words burnt like hell. Renji didn't intend for Byakuya to lose his life as he knew it. He wanted to be with him of course, but being exiled and demoted? Did Renji really ruin his life?
Was this why Byakuya was acting odd before?
"Rukia, we don't choose who we love."
"Don't I know that? I'm in love with a 16 year old human boy in the human world!"
Shit, the rumors were true.
"I'm not against him liking another man, I'm just sad he has this whole other life and he doesn't rely on me. Or you."
Oh, but he did rely on Renji. He did, because the moment he was exiled, he came straight to his house.
Byakuya opened the bathroom door and Renji wasn't surprised anymore for his actions. Byakuya was much more braver than he ever was.
"Nii-sama?!"
He was wearing Renji's flower yukata, looking absolutely beautiful.
Rukia looked at Byakuya and then at Renji, and back at Byakuya.
"Oh, I get it," she whispered. "I'm so stupid. Of course, it is you."
Clenching her fists, she looked down at the floor.
"Why Renji? Why didn't you tell me? Aren't we friends?"
"I asked him not to tell you," Byakuya spoke.
She was taken aback, but stood her ground. "I could have helped, I could've done something."
"This has nothing to do with you." Byakuya was so blunt.
"No," the force of her clenched fists increased. "It has. You are my brother and it's my duty to protect you. I know you haven't been yourself lately. What happened in Hueco Mundo with Kira? Why did you defended him? Why are you not yourself anymore? Why are you giving up everything?"
"I am not."
"Then why…"
"Because I am in love."
Renji didn't realize he was holding his breath. The words stunned him. Byakuya just told someone else that he was in love with Renji.
He was in love. So in love that Byakuya was in his house, so in love that Byakuya preferred taking baths with Renji in his ridiculously small bathroom than his huge mansion, so in love that Byakuya didn't mind sucking his cock. He was so in love that he traded his life as a noble to be with Renji.
And Renji could only think of one thing:
"Me too. I'm in love with you."
Byakuya's eyes widened slightly and smiled gently.
Rukia shed a tear, but un-clenched her fist. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
Rukia kept apologizing, over and over to the point Renji wondered if she was broken. Rukia eventually would tell him days later that she just freaked out because Ichigo rejected her for Ishida, and hearing about her brother being also into men just made her brain short circuit. "Why is everyone turning gay?" "People are not turning gay, they just love someone that happens to be from their team. The question should be: why is everyone in love?"
After Rukia left, Renji hugged Byakuya. He closed his eyes, inhaling Byakuya's scent.
"Why did you tell them about you?"
Byakuya's arms gripped him harder.
"Why is every single decision I make questioned?"
"Sorry, I didn't mean to..." to what? Pry?
"I did what I had to do. This world we live in, discriminates all that is different or unknown. There is no reason for others to not accept us for what we are. It is not their concern who I love or who I chose to be my partner."
"What about Kira then? I'm asking because I'm genuinely curious."
This was in the back of his mind for the past 2 weeks. Byakuya hated Kira, so why did he stand by him?
"He saved Rukia."
And here he was. The Byakuya he could never surpass. This pure soul that went beyond the walls of shame and doubt.
He saved Rukia.
Renji was truly a dumbass.
"I'm really in love with you, Byakuya."
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Byakuya
Byakuya woke up from a dreamless sleep in Renji's arms. He stared at the tattooed chest moving up and down slowly. For the first time in a long time, he felt completed. His life made sense, and he was in the place he wanted to be the most.
Renji slept soundly with his mouth opened, almost snoring. And Byakuya just watched him with an amused smirk.
His smirk ceased as he felt the familiar reiatsu outside the 6th Division barracks.
Gently, he untangled his legs from his lover, and got up. He picked the blanket that was thrown aside covering Renji's full naked figure. He dressed himself, putting back his shihakushou while looking at the man in front of him. Renji's smell surrounded him as he put on the shitagi. It was not like him to go outside without showering, especially considering the amount of body fluids all over him, but he was not going to take long anyway.
He stepped outside without carrying Senbonzakura. There was no reason for zanpakutou when there was battle. He was not going to fight…
It was early, almost dawn. Near the bridge looking at the moon in the sky stood his grandfather.
"How did you find me?" Byakuya asked. Ginrei raised an eyebrow.
"I may be old, but I'm not a fool."
He knew the man he liked was Renji.
"Neither am I."
"That I disagree, Byakuya."
The image of Renji sleeping in his bed covered in bruises, similar to the ones he also had… the smell lingering, the memories of feeling Renji's skin against him… it only gave him the strength he needed.
"I am not returning if you do not accept my decision."
"I'm disappointed, Byakuya."
The arrow was shot right into his heart.
"I am sorry you see it that way."
"I'm disappointed you don't trust me."
And that surprised him.
"Am I such a burden in your life that you truly believe that I wouldn't understand your feelings?"
"You don't."
"I don't? Byakuya I knew about your feelings for your lieutenant since he joined our squad. I knew your feelings before you knew them. And I knew that you were going to chose love over duty any time, because I raised you."
"Then if you knew, why did the elder mention the need of an heir."
"Because they had to pick on something. Let them have that for a while, it will pass."
"I do not understand."
Ginrei started walking away.
"Do you really think the elders can exile you because you are with a man? There's no written rule about that. You are and will remain the captain of the 6th Division. It is your duty as the clan leader to secure our family, and it is our duty as your family to accept you for who you are. I expect you to resume your job tomorrow."
"Grandfather."
"And please wear a scarf, you look like you just came from exactly where you came from."
Byakuya suddenly felt extremely aware of the marks in his neck and chest.
"I told you, I'm not a fool, just outdated."
He watched Ginrei walking away in wonder. After a few seconds he went back to Renji's room stealthy. Renji's chambers were right in the main barracks, this had to change soon before someone found out-
No.
It did not have to change.
He watched Renji who had uncovered himself again. His nudity lightning the room. Byakuya undid his obi and slowly removed his clothing.
"I know you are awake."
Renji opened his eyes, his body inviting him. As soon as the last piece of clothing landed on the floor, he straddled the redhead.
"How are you?"
"I am fine now."
Renji's hands moved all over his legs, back and bottom.
"Tomorrow I am introducing you to the family. You better not leave any more marks."
"Shit, really?"
Byakuya nodded as the man in front of him smiled. There was no reason in hiding. Hiding was more bothersome then facing the truth.
Renji was his soulmate, and he would make the rest of the world aware of that.
"Renji," he kissed him. "Let's shower."
It took him everything he had to not let out any sound as Renji picked him up like nothing and pulled him to the bathroom, pinning him against the wall.
Renji was a hungry animal and he was going to feed him.
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Shuuhei
The clock ticked deeply in the room as his heart beat furiously. He had finished showering and was now wearing his expensive deep blue yukata.
He had spent the last couple of hours cleaning his place and preparing dinner.
After Abarai told him Izuru knew about their past, Shuuhei knew he was in trouble. He had purposely avoided bringing this topic knowing that deep down inside that Izuru wasn't going to like it.
He tried to reach Izuru on his phone, but without any success; he even went to the Third Division to see him, but Izuru was in some sort of meeting with his Captain.
The only thing he could think of was that he had to compensate his boyfriend, he had to see him and explain everything. So he sent a Hell Butterfly to ask Izuru to meet him for dinner at his house, he went home, prepared a great dinner, grabbed his best bottle of saké, and was now lighting two candles on the dining table.
The plan was simple: having a romantic dinner and apologize for omitting his past.
He waited praying that Izuru would come, because he didn't know how else he could bring this up.
There was a light knock in his door, and Shuuhei almost ran to slide it open. He sighed in relief that it was Izuru.
The blond looked up, his blue eyes beautiful as ever.
"Hey."
"Hey."
He let Izuru walk in and leaned forward for a kiss. Luck was on his side when he was kissed back. Izuru's scent surrounded him, making his body warm. Shuuhei loved him so much.
"It smells good," Izuru stated, walking towards the room.
"Yeah, I thought we could have dinner together, just the two of us," he said pointing for Izuru to sit at the table. He grabbed the bottle and served them that tasty sake that he was saving for a special occasion.
This is not what he expected… Izuru was acting normal, as if he didn't know anything.
"Sounds good." Izuru smiled and grabbed one of the cups sipping gently.
This was odd. Why wasn't he upset? He saw Izuru upset in the past, he knew him well. If he had something in his mind that bothered him, he would say it. But also, there was this part of Izuru that held secrets for decades without giving in.
Which one was this Izuru?
They ate quietly, making just small talk here and there about work. Shuuhei's heart still beat insanely non stop as they ate, he was not even hungry at this point. Why wasn't Izuru saying anything? What was he thinking?
The blond kept eating humming at every single bite without realizing the sound he was making. Shuuhei's heartbeat faltered. Izuru was enjoying the food he made.
"Thank you for the dinner, it was delicious." Izuru finished and poured more sake into his cup.
Anything for you.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," he replied crawling next to his blond. Izuru didn't flinch, in fact he allowed Shuuhei to wrap his arms around his waist and pull him close. Izuru's arms wrapped around his neck.
Did this mean he was not upset?
Could it be that Abarai was joking earlier?
"I love you so much, Izuru." he breathed against his neck. "More than anything, more than anyone in the world."
Izuru stayed quiet, but tightened his embrace. The subtle change in his reiatsu reminded Shuuhei of all of those times he tried to touch him in the past and was rejected. All his feelings spilled right there. Izuru was not alright.
The man in front of him could only be described as a roller coaster, like those crazy ones from the human world that had loops and were fast and scary. What he enjoyed (and hated) the most was really not knowing what was going to happen as his cart climbed up to the top, so high that he couldn't see the ground anymore. As he reached the peak fear went through him, what if he fell, what if it hurt?
He felt like that so many times: being rejected at the Academy, whenever he went to the 4th and he could only see Izuru from afar, when Izuru cried against him because of the traitors, when he touched him inappropriately in his sleep, when Izuru was hurt, when he told him he knew about the betrayal, when he was in the sunny sky of Las Noches drenched in blood defeating the enemy… That feeling was so fucking hurtful.
But where there's downs, there's also ups. And the ones from Izuru made all the pain worth it, Shuuhei wouldn't mind falling if he knew the blond would be there to catch him.
"Izu-"
"I like your yukata," the blond interrupted him. "It looks good on you."
His cheeks felt warm hearing his lover. Izuru moved his legs so one was on top of his, and the other below his other leg. He moved closer even with their lower limbs entangled. The blond's hand rested in Shuuhei's exposed knee, gently caressing towards his inner thigh.
"Izuru," he started. No matter how tempted he was to just let that hand go up, he stopped it. "Abarai told me that you know."
Izuru's face dropped and he retracted his hand.
"Y-yes."
"I'm sorry for not telling you before. I know we agreed no more secrets. I tried to tell you before, but I didn't want to talk about others while we were about to do it."
"That was the secret you mentioned last time?" Izuru asked, realization coming to his mind, his cheeks blushed red. "Oh." Shuuhei might have missed something there.
He gulped and just started talking.
"We dated a long time ago, about when you guys joined the Gotei 13. I don't have many memories of it to be honest."
"It's okay, you don't have to tell me."
"Yes, I have" he had to get it out of his chest, Abarai was right, if Izuru dated a close friend of his he would've liked to know too. When he meant no secrets, he really meant it. "We dated for a few years, breaking up many times in between. I think..." he tried to say, god this sounded so stupid, "I think he knew that I was still madly into you, and that one could fill that."
Abarai always knew and made sure to tell him straight in his face every time they fought.
"Don't get me wrong, I liked him. I wouldn't date someone without liking them, but it wasn't you. No one was ever you."
"Why didn't you tell me that person you dated was him when we were in the human world?"
Because he was a coward and was afraid of disappointing him.
"Because I was afraid you liked me less. You were with one person before me, while I… I..." shit, this was hard, he felt like a kid who was being told off. "I had several partners. It wasn't just a couple of people. I slept with many people."
Izuru didn't say anything. His expression remained the same.
"I know it's stupid, but I felt dirty knowing you had one person, and I was a slut."
"How many people were you with then?"
"Dunno around 30?"
"30 people in 50 years doesn't make you a slut. It makes you a normal being. What is not normal is having one person only. I'm not upset, Shuuhei."
They hugged each other again, Shuuhei holding him with all his might. "Just tell me if any of those were people I'm close too. The biggest shock for me is that you were with Abarai-kun, and that makes me feel self-conscious."
"Eh, why?"
"Because Abarai-kun is hot as hell. I can only imagine your other partners..."
"Wait a minute! You're the hottest person I've ever been with. Seriously, just the fact you are touching my leg with yours it's making me hard and about to jump you." Izuru blushed bright red at that. "And to answer your question, I wasn't with anyone from our circle of friends, I don't think you know most of those people. I only-"
Izuru put his hand against his mouth, shutting him up.
"I was kidding, I don't want to know who you were with. I don't care, it was before me."
"Yes, and even back then, all I wanted was you! I'm not lying. I pretended so many times it was you… I jerked off so much because of you, hell I even…" and he stopped talking when he realized what he was about to say.
"Tell me."
"I even… got off with you unconscious in the room. I mean, I didn't do anything, I mean, I may have groped you and kissed you while you were passed out drunk."
"What… Are you serious?" Izuru was beyond red.
"I'm sorry, it was so out of line."
"I masturbated thinking of you at Urahara's bathroom when we went to the Human World," Izuru spat.
"Really?"
"Yes."
That. Was. So. Sexy. Izuru touching himself when he was alone…
"Shuuhei, I'm also hard."
That was it. He jumped pushing Kira Izuru down. He was in love with this person, this deity, and he was hard, as hard as him. He ground his hips as their mouths met in an open mouthed kiss. Their kissing intensified with tongues wrestling each other, while he felt Izuru's cock against his own.
Leaning his head he devoured that mouth, sucking his tongue, tasting the lingering flavor of sake along Izuru's saliva. The arms around his neck pulled him closer and a leg wrapped around him to keep him humping needy.
Izuru was as eager as he was.
Shuuhei kissed his neck and opened the shitagi, trailing the gorgeous body beneath him with licks and bites, following by undoing the sash and pulling down the hakama without stopping tasting Izuru.
The blond moaned low, breathing rapidly. His hands found their way to Shuuhei's yukata pulling it over his shoulders. Shuuhei sat down removing it entirely, and then went back to undress Izuru the rest of his clothes.
His member ached as he saw the body underneath him. Amazing pale toned body, soft blond hair trailing below his belly button down to the base of the most attractive cock he ever saw. Perfect size, perfect shape, perfect color. He licked his lips as it twitched.
Izuru stared at him with flushed cheeks and neck, and hooded eyes.
How could he feel self-conscious? Izuru was the perfect man.
Shuuhei dove licking the head of the cock gaining a gasp in return, pre-cum pooling at the tip. He licked it all clean and sucked for more. The smell was so damn arousing he just wanted to stay like that for the rest of his life.
He palmed himself and he bobbed his head up and down swallowing Izuru whole. He wanted him so fucking much, he wanted that cock all over him, inside of him.
Looking up, he used his free hand and moved it to his handsome boyfriend's mouth pressing his fingers inside. Izuru grabbed them, licking them, understanding what Shuuhei wanted. He slobbered them with saliva in what was one of the sexiest sights he ever saw.
Bringing down his fingers he genuinely thought of licking them just to savour -blame his body fluid fetish- but he couldn't hold it anymore. He licked the shaft down to Izuru's balls sucking them softly, as he pressed his fingers inside of himself. It had been a long time since he had done this. He closed his eyes moaning.
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Kira
Shuuhei knew exactly how to please him with his mouth. He might actually become addicted to be on the receiving end of oral sex, not that he would ever admitted it out loud. Shuuhei grunted around his cock and Izuru shuddered. He opened his eyes, and he didn't even realize he closed them.
Shuuhei had a frown on his face and breathed hard, his hand… Izuru stared in shock. Shuuhei's hand was… he was touching himself, his fingers inside him… He never saw Shuuhei like that, and right now Izuru didn't know what to do or what to think anymore.
He sat up, making Shuuhei stop. His lover licked his lips and leaned into a kiss, and Izuru was pushing him down, ravaging his mouth. He moved his hand down to meet Shuuhei's probing fingers. Oh god, he wanted to… he wanted to… Shuuhei looked at him and smirked, pulling out his fingers, and Izuru's resolve grew stronger. Holding himself with one arm, next to his lover's head, he licked his own fingers coating them with saliva without breaking the stare, and moved down to Shuuhei's entrance.
He had never even thought ever of actually doing something like this to Shuuhei, Izuru was always the one being held and not the other around but…
… that was kind of a lie, wasn't it? Since even before Shuuhei said he wanted to be embraced, Izuru had thought about it… it was his most extreme and deepest fantasy, he wanted all of Shuuhei. 100% of him. In any way possible.
He inserted his middle finger and he felt like coming just for that. He wriggled it while inserting another finger and Shuuhei squeezed around them. Izuru's medical background was great at this point, as he curled his fingers pressing against Shuuhei's prostate. He knew exactly where it felt good.
His lover groaned, touching himself.
"Right there, ah," he gasped, "baby, fuck." He growled as he kissed Izuru back. At this point, Shuuhei had his legs wrapped around him, jacking off furiously and the pace of the fingers entering him.
Izuru went down kissing his hips and then the tip of Shuuhei's member, taking control of the movements Shuuhei was so keen with his hand.
"Izuru, baby, I'm almost-"
And Izuru stopped completely what he was doing, and got up. He was in a daze, not sure how to walk properly especially with his hard on, but his fingers were dry and he needed something to keep them wet.
He eventually found the lube and went back only to be pushed back against the wall with a killer kiss. Shuuhei grounded their cocks together as he clasped his ass tightly. Izuru gave in and moaned loud as Shuuhei bit where neck meets shoulder. This was going to leave a mark, but he didn't care.
He was lifted up and carried across the room to the very poorly made futon. Shuuhei straddled him, never leaving his mouth from his neck or lips. Between kisses they slicked themselves with lube: Izuru's cock and Shuuhei's entrance.
Things were happening without coherent thought, Izuru was led by pure instinct. And he felt pretty dumb for being nervous about this in the first place, to the point of asking Abarai for tips. It was stupid, because with Shuuhei sex was always primal and instinctive, no need for overthinking things. It was just natural.
Shuuhei sat up looking at him, he gently smiled with swallowed lips from kissing.
"I want to ride you," Shuuhei said and guided Izuru's cock into his entrance, and at that moment it kind of hit Izuru–he was going to have sex with his dick for the first time.
Shuuhei's body was sinfully made for sex, and as he pressed himself into him with legs wide open, hard cock shamelessly bouncing, Izuru felt as if he was coming. He held it with all of his power. Shuuhei grunted as he sheathed completely. He stopped breathing deeply, also calming down.
"Izuru, you feel so amazing."
Shuuhei felt amazing! So hot against him, around him. Izuru wanted nothing but to grab him and pound him into heaven.
Shuuhei moved up and thrust down, at a terrible slow pace. Izuru held his breath, watching Shuuhei's face contorting into pleasure. He started riding faster and he moaned loud whenever he landed in a certain way. Izuru was sure he was about to come any time. He couldn't let it spoil the fun too early, he didn't want to disappoint Shuuhei.
Izuru sat down kissing Shuuhei the best he could considering their movements, his hands holding the tanned butt to aid in the movements.
"Is it good, Shuuhei?" he asked, not even noticing, "Do you like it?"
And Shuuhei grinned as he pressed down, "Hell yeah, I love your cock. Fuck me, Izuru."
Fuck me, Izuru.
Fuck me, Izuru.
Fuck me-
Izuru pushed Shuuhei down without separating himself, he threw him down a bit too harshly, but Shuuhei didn't complain as he laid. Leaning his pelvis forward, he opened Shuuhei's legs wider and thrust as deep as he could. He did the best he could to aim to the right spot, and damn he seemed like it was working.
Shuuhei moaned at the pace of the thrusts, his voice was incredible and it took Izuru over the edge. He pounded hard, so hard he knew it was going to hurt tomorrow, but he couldn't stop. He felt the pressure building up and even if he slowed down it was too late.
"I'm going to… to..." And Shuuhei smirked again as he convulsed, releasing inside of him. All turned white as he held his breath, his orgasm leaving his body like a tsunami had hit him. He thrust a few more times riding out his climax, and Shuuhei continued to smile.
Shoot, he still had to help Shuuhei, his brain was processing too slow, not realizing that Shuuhei reversed their positions removing his cock from his ass, and laid between his legs instead. Izuru looked at the ceiling not comprehending anything until he felt fingers inside of him followed by something much bigger.
Shuuhei laid his body on top of him, their chests firmly pressed as Shuuhei entered him and penetrated him deeply.
Izuru whimpered, he actually whimpered for more, holding Shuuhei with dear life. The brunet was so in need of coming, he pounded him hard and heavy.
He was pretty sure that at some point he passed out, but he could remember Shuuhei coming inside of him, followed by all the 'I love yous' that Izuru was never tired of listening to.
Izuru woke up slowly opening his eyes with his lover staring at him. They were both lying on Shuuhei's futon bare naked, with limbs entwined. The dim light of the candles in the dining table was the only source of light in the dark room, and it brought him an intimate atmosphere.
Shuuhei just stared at him, studying him.
"Shuuhei," he whispered. "Was it good?"
His lover chuckled, "it was amazing."
"Really?"
"Yes, really." Shuuhei leaned and kissed lazily.
"I'm sorry for... finishing early," Izuru blushed at his own words. He was so pathetic, he was the top! He should've endured it!
"I would've lasted less time if I topped from the beginning. It was so hot, my love."
It was. Shuuhei was so vulnerable under him…
"I love your cock. We need to do more. I want to fuck you and be fucked by you until you get tired of me," Shuuhei said kissing him again, but this time with a bit more force.
"I will never get tired of you," Izuru replied, and Shuuhei being Shuuhei smiled and hugged him tight.
"Do you want to go for round 2?" and Izuru nodded and laughed as he was tackled down by Shuuhei.
"We really need to get some anti-reiatsu cuffs for you, though."
"What? Why?" Shuuhei laughed, and answered him with a kiss.
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The next day, Shuuhei winced as he sat in the Fukutaichou meeting. The blond smirked somehow proud that it was because of him. He couldn't be too snob about it since his own bottom hurt as well. But it was a good hurt, the memories fresh in their bodies.
Shuuhei stared at him the entire meeting, distracting him from whatever topic they were talking about.
"Kira-Fukutaichou?"
All of his colleagues were looking at him as Sasakibe waited for an answer.
"Yes?"
He blamed Shuuhei for distracting him all the time.
Their relationship was pretty much known in the entire Seireitei. Maybe even the entire Soul Society. He also blamed Shuuhei for that, although he was the one who also allowed it to happen. Their public kissing was seen by many shinigami, one of them being Nanao Ise who took pictures and decided it was a great idea to sell the photos to increase the revenue of the Shinigami Female
Association. Apparently, homo-erotic art was popular in Rukongai among the female population.
In Seireitei, it was a bit different. He could feel the stares and hear the whispers judging and hating him. Shuuhei wasn't affected by them. "They're just jealous.", "I only care about what you think."
Shuuhei was always a likable person, someone others regarded as inspiring. He wasn't the type of shinigami others would judge. But Izuru on the other hand… he was considered a traitor–twice– and hurt many people.
It was not that he was afraid of what others would do to him; it just made him uneasy about all the stares and the disgust in their faces.
The Captains didn't care about them, Otoribashi-Taichou even supported him making him leave early anytime he found out he was going to meet Shuuhei after work or allowing with Kensei both Fukutaichous aligning their days off.
The Fukutaichous cared even less, except for Matsumoto or Abarai who teased them all the time.
So it was really a few shinigami that didn't trust him.
Izuru couldn't sleep. He never could until Shuuhei returned home. They were living together for a few months, and Izuru got used to being with his partner. As obvious as it was, from their friendship to their romantic journey, they were super compatible, and living together was pure bliss, and he wasn't even talking about their sex life, which was as exciting as their first time. Having their own place away from their squads gave them the privacy they needed (although, they still used the anti-reiatsu cuffs). Living together was more amazing, because he did give Izuru that feeling of belonging to someone else, that feeling that he had to leave work in time because he had to go home to his boyfriend.
But once a month, Izuru would stay awake until late waiting for Shuuhei. The day before the Seireitei Bulletin was published. Shuuhei would stay at work until ungodly hours, and Izuru would stare at the ceiling waiting.
He smiled as he sensed Shuuhei's reiatsu at the door. The brunet slowly entered, and walked silently avoiding making any sounds. He heard him going to the kitchen and eating the food he left him. Izuru closed his eyes pretending to sleep like he always did, but eventually drifting to sleep.
Not long after, he felt Shuuhei's body pressing against him, the smell of soap and shampoo enveloping them. Shuuhei kissed the back of his neck and he made space so Shuuhei could cuddle him from behind.
"Welcome home," he mumbled. He was answered with kisses in his neck and shoulders.
Izuru fell asleep again, smiling.
It took several months for Izuru to realize that the reason why many shinigami avoided him or looked at him with judgmental eyes was not because he was gay or dating a man, but because the shinigami were afraid of him. They were afraid of the power he had, of what he did in Hueco Mundo. The power of life and death. The power of ending or reviving someone's life in the blink of an eye.
And this is why, he would never tell anyone, ever, ever, ever that the dead plant in Shuuhei's windowsill was now fully bloomed in their house, or that the Koi fish at the nearby lake were surviving for the longest unusual amount of time.
No, he would never tell anyone, because that way he could guarantee the safety of those he cared about, he could guarantee Shuuhei's continued happiness.
That was all that mattered.
The End.
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