Bleach - Untouched - Shunsui/Ukitake/Nanao
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dracoqueen22a/n: Evening! Because I couldn't think of a topic for tonight, I thought "hey, why not update?". And since it's been a good while since I threw up a Seireitei Monogatari drabble, I thought I'd go ahead and share.
This is pretty tame and WorkSafe. Enjoy!
Title: Untouched
Pairings: Jyuushiro/Shunsui/Nanao
Rating: T
Warning: language, some OOC, mentions of sexual behavior
Words: 3,286
Description: The two of them want a woman who doesn’t exist, but Jyuushiro and Shunsui are determined to believe otherwise.
Dedication: For ravensrising, who wanted to see this threesome.
Inspired by a song from the Veronicas of the same name. Sequel to Take Me on the Floor
Cornering Ise Nanao is like trying to trap a zoo-raised tiger. Captivity has dulled her natural instincts, but it still hasn’t bred out the ferocity or the danger.
Kyouraku Shunsui chuckles to himself at that. She is certainly like a tiger in many ways. Feisty. Beautiful. Not easily tamed. In fact, he still has marks across his back from her fingers. He half-wonders if they’ll scar. No, more than that, he hopes they will. What a lovely memento such marks would be.
Unfortunately, his brilliant Nanao-chan is being quite the skittish animal. True, she shows up every day, on time, fully composed and ready to complete her duties. True, she berates him as usual, eyes as cold as a glacier and lips even thinner and more stern than usual. But the slight edge of bending, the slight softness to her exterior has all but vanished. Leaving Shunsui with a quite prickly Nanao-chan indeed.
In fact, she’s so frosty lately, that Shunsui worries she’s been taking lessons from Byakuya-bo. Or worse, Toushirou-kun.
Shunsui sighs and drops his bearded chin into his palm. Elbows planted firmly over a desk papered in important documents that all require his necessary signature. At some point. When he gets around to it. Or snags one of the lower seats and bribes them into doing it. At this point, pretty much anyone in his division can forge his signature. Not to mention half of the thirteenth and – strangely enough – a good portion of the tenth.
“Why so distressed, Shun?”
He doesn’t even have to look up to recognize the identity of his visitor. Not when Shunsui knows this man’s reiatsu as intimately as he knows his own. He sensed his dear friend coming long before Jyuushiro even stepped out of his office.
“Isn’t it obvious?”
Shunsui exhales drolly as his other half, smiling, circles the desk and props himself at his side. Soaking up all of Shunsui’s extra heat as was his usual. To be fair, it is rather nippy outside, and Jyuushiro’s illness always makes him thin as a twig no matter how much he eats.
“The hunt not going well, I take it?” the other man asks, amused. Hand smoothing over Shunsui’s thigh.
The brunet’s brow quirks. “Don’t tell me you’re having better luck?”
“It’s quite like trying to catch a song bird,” Jyuushiro remarks after a moment’s pause, smelling of thunderstorms and sweet treats. “I’m allowed close enough to admire her beauty, exchange polite pleasantries. And then, she flits away. So quickly and properly that I’m too busy noticing her delicate flight to realize she’s once again escaped my grasp.”
Shunsui blinks and breaks into laughter. The rich sound fills the small confines of his office – unfortunately lacking Nanao-chan at the moment.
“You’re such a poet,” he teases and nudges his shoulder gently where Jyuushiro’s head rests. “And at least you’ve managed polite conversation. I’ve been returned to Kyouraku-taichou. And even taichou-san a few times.”
They shudder in tandem.
“How unfair of her.” Jyuushiro pats his thigh in sympathy. “Clearly, we must change our tactics. The gifts aren’t working. And our intentions couldn’t be more obvious. We must figure out why Ise-san resists us.”
“It might have something to do with your determination to call her Ise-san,” Shunsui teases with another nudge. “I’d think we’re a bit past that point, lover-boy.”
“Be quiet, taichou-san, I’m thinking,” the other captain banters back good-naturedly.
Shunsui gladly falls into silence, swearing that he can see the gears turning in his best friend’s head. Between them, choosing to accept Nanao-chan and bring her into their relationship wasn’t without its difficulties. But Jyuushiro, like Shunsui, has grown to love the bespectacled woman and feels like Nanao-chan deserves the chance to be treated properly. Loved and adored and occasionally teased.
“This will require every ounce of our not-inconsiderable experience,” Jyuushiro finally admits with a sigh, nudging Shunsui gently with his elbow.
A slow, flirty grin curls the brunet’s lips. “Corner her in the storage room, then?”
“You read my mind.”
- - -
Nanao, no matter how much she attempts to convince herself that she’s paranoid, knows she’s being stalked. She doubts that either Ukitake-san or her own foolish captain would call it such, but the feeling trickling down her spine can have no other name. Nanao knows that they’re watching her, waiting to catch her at any moment, alone and vulnerable. Convincing her with their pretty words and their breathless kisses and their debilitating smiles.
Nanao’s aware of this as surely as she knows she can’t let it happen again. The woman that they met in the living world. The Nanao with her hair free and her tight, sparkling dress and her abandoned inhibitions… she doesn’t exist in Soul Society. What Ukitake-san and her captain are looking for cannot happen.
Nanao won’t let it. Not now. Not again.
Taking a deep breath, Nanao forces herself to focus on her work. It’s a late Tuesday night, and the eighth division is all but abandoned save for the minimal night staff. Nanao is in the records room, organizing rows and rows of shelves in desperate need of straightening. As they have been for quite some time.
She’s only been putting it off for so long because there are so many other things that can be done. But now that she has the time and admittedly a small need to make herself scarce, Nanao can organize her documents and paperwork in peace. Her captain won’t be found within a hundred yards of the office after quitting time, and Ukitake-san isn’t likely to visit any division that isn’t his at such an hour either. Thus, it is a perfect place to keep out of their eyesight.
Plus, the storage room has the added benefit of being nice and quiet. Filled with the pleasing and comforting scent of old papers, books, and files. It brings to mind happier times. Like a hundred years past when her senpai was still in Soul Society and things hadn’t been so… crazy.
But then, reiatsu stirs on the edge of Nanao’s senses and distracts her from alphabetizing. She pauses, head cocked to the side. There is familiarity in the gentle hum of pressure, and she turns to look. Only to find Ukitake-san standing in the open doorway of the storeroom.
Well, there goes one assumption right out the window.
“Ukitake-taichou,” Nanao greets politely, arms burdened by a stack of decades-old paperwork. “Were you looking for someone?”
He smiles, and it is such a pretty thing. Enough to make a warm fluttering come to life in Nanao’s belly.
However, she viciously fights that down. Stabs it in the chest and burns it to ash.
“As a matter of fact, I was,” he answers and looks around the cluttered storeroom pointedly as he moves further inside. Now within several steps of her and hovering near a messy bookcase. “You’re here awful late, Ise-san.”
“I had the time to spare,” Nanao responds despite the hitch in her breathing and very carefully places her armful of papers on a nearby table, already searching for an escape. “Though you have a point. It is approaching midnight, and I should probably head back to my quarters--”
“So soon?”
The voice slips into the dark so smoothly that Nanao can’t even be startled. She does, however, freeze. Turn slowly. Catch sight of her captain standing in the doorway with an unopened bottle of wine in one hand.
“The old man here may think it’s too late, but I know for a fact that the night’s still young,” he adds with one of his ever-so-charming grins and a pointed wink. He wiggles the bottle pointedly.
They’ve cornered her. And like the fool she is, Nanao allowed it. She played right into their hands. She only wonders how longing they’ve planned this.
Nanao grasps for control of herself and draws up straight. Planting her sternest expression on her face. Eyes narrowing into slits even as her mind fires at light speed for an escape.
“As you well know, taichou, I’ve work that must be completed early in the morning.”
It’s a flimsy excuse at best. And everyone knows it.
Kyouraku-taichou waves a hand of dismissal. “Ah, your boss is a jerk anyway. You should join us for a drink,” he suggests and steps further into the room. Bringing with him a subtle, enticing cologne that Nanao’s traitorous nostrils all but flare to trap.
Adjusting her glasses, she stands so straight it feels as if a metal rod is pressed against her spine. “This… is highly irregular, taichou.”
And she hopes that she sounds stern and stubborn enough that both of them will lose all ideas of a repeat performance out of their heads. She isn’t a plaything. And they can’t bully her into anything. Not that she thinks they’d ever actually try. Persuade, yes. Hint, certainly. But they’d back off if she flat out told them to stop.
The only question is why hasn’t she done that yet?
Ukitake-san chuckles. “The fact that Shunsui’s actually in his office? Or were you referring to something else?” Amusement dances in his face, brightening his eyes, making him look even softer. Younger.
Gasping in mock outrage, her captain sweeps his hat from his head and presses it against his chest. “Jyuu-chan, it’s not fair for you to pick on me.”
“On the contrary, I think I have quite the right. Though no more so than Ise-san. Right?” Ukitake-san gives her that winning, gentle smile again. The sort that makes her knees weaken and her heart warm.
Nanao nods weakly, feeling her breath quicken. She can’t help but recall that night. The warmth and the passion and the pleasure. And she forces herself to fight down feelings of longing. She can’t be that woman again. It was a mistake letting them witness her like that. Let them see anything but the prim and proper lieutenant.
That’s what she is, after all. Nothing else. Nothing more.
“Though I don’t believe you are here to do work as much as you are here to escape from it,” Nanao says with a belated, “sir.”
Her captain laughs, deep and rich. And places his hat off to the side. The deep-brown waves of his hair practically gleam in the dim lighting.
“My sweet, Nanao-chan, your scolding is like familiar music to my ears. I feel as if I’ve not heard it in so long.”
“She has been doing an excellent job of avoiding us, hasn’t she, Shun?” Ukitake-san comments, daring to step closer as he takes the wine bottle and sets it off to the side. “And after we went through such great efforts, too.”
Completely without her permission, her heart performs a strange thump. Eyes darting between the two attractive and alluring men.
“Right down the drain they went,” Kyouraku-taichou agrees. His warm gaze watches Nanao from a respectable distance but still manages to make her breath flutter and skin heat. “She never even gave us a chance.”
Without realizing how close to the edge she’s been standing, Nanao breaks.
“A chance for what?” she blurts out, hands fisting at her sides. “That was a one time event. A fluke. The person you met down there doesn’t exist.”
Funny how false the words fall from her lips. Funny that she can’t even seem to convince herself.
“Oh, I don’t believe that for a second,” Ukitake-san replies gently.
And he’s so close now. When did that happen? Nanao can’t even remember him approaching her.
He lifts a hand toward her face. And Nanao doesn’t move, barely breathes as she feels the warmth of his bare fingers cup her cheek.
“She’s definitely here. Only hiding. Perfectly concealed by poise.”
His words are careful, quiet, a bare whisper in the cluttered storeroom. But somehow, they mesmerize Nanao. Her limbs are no longer ready to flee but feel frozen in place. Even when his hand slips past her face and reaches for the piece that is pinning her hair in place. She doesn’t resist or so much as a blink as her hair falls across her shoulders. Nanao can feel it brushing against the nape of her neck teasingly, and it reminds her of the soft press of lips.
Nanao can only watch him as he trails his hands through her hair. His fingers graze the side of her cheek, a bare touch that makes her shiver, makes her clamp down on a moan. Makes her squirm where she stands though she tries to fight it.
Nanao swallows thickly and struggles to find her composure. “It’s unprofessional, sir.”
But her voice is barely above a whisper and hardly a shade of her usual stern tone. It betrays how much his proximity and teasing touch has affected her.
How can it not? Someone would have to be blind to miss how very handsome and charming Ukitake-taichou can be. Not only blind but deaf and dumb as well. And Nanao is none of those three things. She has noticed. She has noticed many, many times before. But always filed such secret thoughts away. They’d never go anywhere. Never amount to anything.
Behind her – and where, when, how did that happen? – her captain chuckles. His laugh slips through the room like soft silk.
“That sort of argument won’t work with us, Nanao-chan,” Kyouraku-taichou says, and she knows he’s gotten closer.
Nanao is so aware of his presence that the hair on her skin raises and her flesh prickles. She can feel his heat at her back, and her body eagerly anticipates his touch, even as her mind tries to remind her of all the reasons this is such a bad idea.
“Would you give us a chance, Nanao?” Ukitake-san asks softly. Voice an enticing whisper as his fingers brush against the side of her neck. “Could I have another taste?”
He’s so close that Nanao can taste him on her lips. Or maybe that’s just the memory of him. Either way, her tongue unconsciously drags over her lips, and she thinks that maybe she’s already surrendered. That the fact that she’s here and not running away or blasting either of them with a kidoh and making her escape proves that this is what she wants. True, a spell probably won’t do either of them lasting harm, but they are both gentleman – even her captain – and would recognize it for a true rejection on her part.
If Nanao truly wants to escape, she’ll have no difficulty in doing so. If she truly wants to walk away, turn her back on their warmth and their affection and their skin-tingling touches, all she has to do is say it. Open her mouth, take in a breath, form the words with her lips. Let her vocal chords do the rest.
It seems so simple, so easy. And Nanao’s lips part with the intention of being stubborn, of following through with her denial. Instead, however, she leans forward and closes the short distance between herself and Uki-- No, Jyuushiro. If she’s going to kiss him, then he will be Jyuushiro to her.
Their lips meet in an open-mouthed kiss that tastes of candy, and Nanao’s hands ball into fists, unsure of what else she should do to them. A moan bubbles up in her throat but goes no further. Jyuushiro’s mouth is soft, skilled, and his fingers stroke her cheek as his tongue slips out to meet hers. Tentatively at first but then with greater confidence as it’s clear she’s not going to pull away.
She’s not walking away either. No, Nanao is doing the complete opposite of walking away. Her hands rise of their own accord and grip into the front of his shihakushou. She moves forward a half-step to crash against the front of him, mashing their lips together. She’s panting into the kiss, sucking air through her nose, desperate for more. Feeling like something once trapped finally set loose.
Jyuushiro groans into her mouth, even more so when she nibbles on his lips. Nanao pulls him closer, tries to crawl into his clothing so that they can be pressed skin to skin. The fact that they are in the eighth division storehouse has completely escaped her mind. All Nanao cares about is the here and now. Not the eventual consequences. Most certainly not tomorrow.
“See?” Jyuushiro murmurs against her mouth, voice traveling down her spine and settling low in her belly. “I knew she was hiding.”
“It’s safer that way,” Nanao says in return, fingers flexing their grip as her eyelashes flutter.
“Hmm. Perhaps.” Jyuushiro tickles at her chin and draws away far enough that he can get a good look at her. The sort of look that a man gives when eying a very delectable treat. “Safer, yes. However, dear Nanao, life is more than caution.”
She shivers. “So I’m beginning to see.”
His thumb strokes her face. And then Jyuushiro’s dark gaze slips past her, settling warmly on her captain. Still standing behind her, strangely quiet, strangely unmoving. Nanao would’ve expected him to make some sort of move by now.
“Are you just going to watch, Shun?” There’s a hint of humor in Jyuushiro’s tone. Along with a thick dose of heat and want.
Kyou-- No, he’s Shunsui here. And he chuckles behind her. Then, there’s a quiet sound like clothes rustling.
“You two are putting on a very pretty show,” the brunet comments, tone thick with concealed desire. “I’m not so sure I should interrupt.”
Jyuushiro smiles and kisses her again before turning her around to face her captain. Nanao’s breath catches in her throat at the hunger in Shunsui’s eyes, the way his face has flushed with yearning. She can feel the weight of Jyuushiro’s hands on her shoulders, and she can feel him pressed up against her from behind. Nosing into the side of her neck and exhaling hotly over her skin.
But just that one look from her captain, that one look of intense desire makes her weak in the knees. Makes her want to close her eyes and surrender.
Shunsui steps closer, a sound like a hum echoing in his throat. “That’s it, my dear,” he encourages, lifting a hand to trail through her hair the opposite of where Jyuushiro nips at her throat. “You’re so beautiful like this.”
The bare touch is delicious and just not enough. Are they determined to drive her to the brink? She can feel Jyuushiro’s hands, sliding down to settle on her hips. They rub across her sides slowly. Making Nanao hyper-aware of his every action, even as her eyes are for her captain alone.
“You say you’ve been chasing me?” Nanao questions with the words almost a growl as she lifts her hands, bunching them in the loose folds of his silly, pink haori. “But you seem too determined to watch and talk, Shunsui.”
His eyes flash as she purrs his name. Nanao, grateful for finally having some of the control return to her, nearly squeaks as he leans down and his mouth crashes over hers. Memories of their previous encounter come flooding back in glorious color and sounds. And Nanao moans, trapped between the two powerful, attractive men.
Only for one second – as Shunsui’s fingers tease at her obi and Jyuushiro’s mouth works magic on her neck – does Nanao remind herself that this isn’t supposed to be happening. She’s supposed to walk away. These things never work out. It’s impossible. Improbable. Dangerous. She’ll only get her heart broken in the end. Only have it stomped on as always. Be discarded or forgotten.
But somehow, this feels different. And either way, she can’t bring herself to care.
Then Jyuushiro whispers into her ear, and Shunsui kisses her like he’s trying to claim her, and Nanao abandons all of those thoughts. Her hands move of their own accord, sliding Shunsui’s haori from his shoulders. The other reaches behind her to pull Jyuushiro more firmly against her back, molding him against her.
She doesn’t speak, doesn’t say that she’s accepting them. But they seem to understand nonetheless. And whatever tomorrow brings, Nanao will face it then.
Now is for letting herself surrender. Now is for letting them in.
*****
a/n: I've been getting in this odd habit of threesomes lately? Perhaps because they've been requested so much? lol. Who knows.
Feedback is always welcome.
This is pretty tame and WorkSafe. Enjoy!
Title: Untouched
Pairings: Jyuushiro/Shunsui/Nanao
Rating: T
Warning: language, some OOC, mentions of sexual behavior
Words: 3,286
Description: The two of them want a woman who doesn’t exist, but Jyuushiro and Shunsui are determined to believe otherwise.
Dedication: For ravensrising, who wanted to see this threesome.
Inspired by a song from the Veronicas of the same name. Sequel to Take Me on the Floor
Cornering Ise Nanao is like trying to trap a zoo-raised tiger. Captivity has dulled her natural instincts, but it still hasn’t bred out the ferocity or the danger.
Kyouraku Shunsui chuckles to himself at that. She is certainly like a tiger in many ways. Feisty. Beautiful. Not easily tamed. In fact, he still has marks across his back from her fingers. He half-wonders if they’ll scar. No, more than that, he hopes they will. What a lovely memento such marks would be.
Unfortunately, his brilliant Nanao-chan is being quite the skittish animal. True, she shows up every day, on time, fully composed and ready to complete her duties. True, she berates him as usual, eyes as cold as a glacier and lips even thinner and more stern than usual. But the slight edge of bending, the slight softness to her exterior has all but vanished. Leaving Shunsui with a quite prickly Nanao-chan indeed.
In fact, she’s so frosty lately, that Shunsui worries she’s been taking lessons from Byakuya-bo. Or worse, Toushirou-kun.
Shunsui sighs and drops his bearded chin into his palm. Elbows planted firmly over a desk papered in important documents that all require his necessary signature. At some point. When he gets around to it. Or snags one of the lower seats and bribes them into doing it. At this point, pretty much anyone in his division can forge his signature. Not to mention half of the thirteenth and – strangely enough – a good portion of the tenth.
“Why so distressed, Shun?”
He doesn’t even have to look up to recognize the identity of his visitor. Not when Shunsui knows this man’s reiatsu as intimately as he knows his own. He sensed his dear friend coming long before Jyuushiro even stepped out of his office.
“Isn’t it obvious?”
Shunsui exhales drolly as his other half, smiling, circles the desk and props himself at his side. Soaking up all of Shunsui’s extra heat as was his usual. To be fair, it is rather nippy outside, and Jyuushiro’s illness always makes him thin as a twig no matter how much he eats.
“The hunt not going well, I take it?” the other man asks, amused. Hand smoothing over Shunsui’s thigh.
The brunet’s brow quirks. “Don’t tell me you’re having better luck?”
“It’s quite like trying to catch a song bird,” Jyuushiro remarks after a moment’s pause, smelling of thunderstorms and sweet treats. “I’m allowed close enough to admire her beauty, exchange polite pleasantries. And then, she flits away. So quickly and properly that I’m too busy noticing her delicate flight to realize she’s once again escaped my grasp.”
Shunsui blinks and breaks into laughter. The rich sound fills the small confines of his office – unfortunately lacking Nanao-chan at the moment.
“You’re such a poet,” he teases and nudges his shoulder gently where Jyuushiro’s head rests. “And at least you’ve managed polite conversation. I’ve been returned to Kyouraku-taichou. And even taichou-san a few times.”
They shudder in tandem.
“How unfair of her.” Jyuushiro pats his thigh in sympathy. “Clearly, we must change our tactics. The gifts aren’t working. And our intentions couldn’t be more obvious. We must figure out why Ise-san resists us.”
“It might have something to do with your determination to call her Ise-san,” Shunsui teases with another nudge. “I’d think we’re a bit past that point, lover-boy.”
“Be quiet, taichou-san, I’m thinking,” the other captain banters back good-naturedly.
Shunsui gladly falls into silence, swearing that he can see the gears turning in his best friend’s head. Between them, choosing to accept Nanao-chan and bring her into their relationship wasn’t without its difficulties. But Jyuushiro, like Shunsui, has grown to love the bespectacled woman and feels like Nanao-chan deserves the chance to be treated properly. Loved and adored and occasionally teased.
“This will require every ounce of our not-inconsiderable experience,” Jyuushiro finally admits with a sigh, nudging Shunsui gently with his elbow.
A slow, flirty grin curls the brunet’s lips. “Corner her in the storage room, then?”
“You read my mind.”
Nanao, no matter how much she attempts to convince herself that she’s paranoid, knows she’s being stalked. She doubts that either Ukitake-san or her own foolish captain would call it such, but the feeling trickling down her spine can have no other name. Nanao knows that they’re watching her, waiting to catch her at any moment, alone and vulnerable. Convincing her with their pretty words and their breathless kisses and their debilitating smiles.
Nanao’s aware of this as surely as she knows she can’t let it happen again. The woman that they met in the living world. The Nanao with her hair free and her tight, sparkling dress and her abandoned inhibitions… she doesn’t exist in Soul Society. What Ukitake-san and her captain are looking for cannot happen.
Nanao won’t let it. Not now. Not again.
Taking a deep breath, Nanao forces herself to focus on her work. It’s a late Tuesday night, and the eighth division is all but abandoned save for the minimal night staff. Nanao is in the records room, organizing rows and rows of shelves in desperate need of straightening. As they have been for quite some time.
She’s only been putting it off for so long because there are so many other things that can be done. But now that she has the time and admittedly a small need to make herself scarce, Nanao can organize her documents and paperwork in peace. Her captain won’t be found within a hundred yards of the office after quitting time, and Ukitake-san isn’t likely to visit any division that isn’t his at such an hour either. Thus, it is a perfect place to keep out of their eyesight.
Plus, the storage room has the added benefit of being nice and quiet. Filled with the pleasing and comforting scent of old papers, books, and files. It brings to mind happier times. Like a hundred years past when her senpai was still in Soul Society and things hadn’t been so… crazy.
But then, reiatsu stirs on the edge of Nanao’s senses and distracts her from alphabetizing. She pauses, head cocked to the side. There is familiarity in the gentle hum of pressure, and she turns to look. Only to find Ukitake-san standing in the open doorway of the storeroom.
Well, there goes one assumption right out the window.
“Ukitake-taichou,” Nanao greets politely, arms burdened by a stack of decades-old paperwork. “Were you looking for someone?”
He smiles, and it is such a pretty thing. Enough to make a warm fluttering come to life in Nanao’s belly.
However, she viciously fights that down. Stabs it in the chest and burns it to ash.
“As a matter of fact, I was,” he answers and looks around the cluttered storeroom pointedly as he moves further inside. Now within several steps of her and hovering near a messy bookcase. “You’re here awful late, Ise-san.”
“I had the time to spare,” Nanao responds despite the hitch in her breathing and very carefully places her armful of papers on a nearby table, already searching for an escape. “Though you have a point. It is approaching midnight, and I should probably head back to my quarters--”
“So soon?”
The voice slips into the dark so smoothly that Nanao can’t even be startled. She does, however, freeze. Turn slowly. Catch sight of her captain standing in the doorway with an unopened bottle of wine in one hand.
“The old man here may think it’s too late, but I know for a fact that the night’s still young,” he adds with one of his ever-so-charming grins and a pointed wink. He wiggles the bottle pointedly.
They’ve cornered her. And like the fool she is, Nanao allowed it. She played right into their hands. She only wonders how longing they’ve planned this.
Nanao grasps for control of herself and draws up straight. Planting her sternest expression on her face. Eyes narrowing into slits even as her mind fires at light speed for an escape.
“As you well know, taichou, I’ve work that must be completed early in the morning.”
It’s a flimsy excuse at best. And everyone knows it.
Kyouraku-taichou waves a hand of dismissal. “Ah, your boss is a jerk anyway. You should join us for a drink,” he suggests and steps further into the room. Bringing with him a subtle, enticing cologne that Nanao’s traitorous nostrils all but flare to trap.
Adjusting her glasses, she stands so straight it feels as if a metal rod is pressed against her spine. “This… is highly irregular, taichou.”
And she hopes that she sounds stern and stubborn enough that both of them will lose all ideas of a repeat performance out of their heads. She isn’t a plaything. And they can’t bully her into anything. Not that she thinks they’d ever actually try. Persuade, yes. Hint, certainly. But they’d back off if she flat out told them to stop.
The only question is why hasn’t she done that yet?
Ukitake-san chuckles. “The fact that Shunsui’s actually in his office? Or were you referring to something else?” Amusement dances in his face, brightening his eyes, making him look even softer. Younger.
Gasping in mock outrage, her captain sweeps his hat from his head and presses it against his chest. “Jyuu-chan, it’s not fair for you to pick on me.”
“On the contrary, I think I have quite the right. Though no more so than Ise-san. Right?” Ukitake-san gives her that winning, gentle smile again. The sort that makes her knees weaken and her heart warm.
Nanao nods weakly, feeling her breath quicken. She can’t help but recall that night. The warmth and the passion and the pleasure. And she forces herself to fight down feelings of longing. She can’t be that woman again. It was a mistake letting them witness her like that. Let them see anything but the prim and proper lieutenant.
That’s what she is, after all. Nothing else. Nothing more.
“Though I don’t believe you are here to do work as much as you are here to escape from it,” Nanao says with a belated, “sir.”
Her captain laughs, deep and rich. And places his hat off to the side. The deep-brown waves of his hair practically gleam in the dim lighting.
“My sweet, Nanao-chan, your scolding is like familiar music to my ears. I feel as if I’ve not heard it in so long.”
“She has been doing an excellent job of avoiding us, hasn’t she, Shun?” Ukitake-san comments, daring to step closer as he takes the wine bottle and sets it off to the side. “And after we went through such great efforts, too.”
Completely without her permission, her heart performs a strange thump. Eyes darting between the two attractive and alluring men.
“Right down the drain they went,” Kyouraku-taichou agrees. His warm gaze watches Nanao from a respectable distance but still manages to make her breath flutter and skin heat. “She never even gave us a chance.”
Without realizing how close to the edge she’s been standing, Nanao breaks.
“A chance for what?” she blurts out, hands fisting at her sides. “That was a one time event. A fluke. The person you met down there doesn’t exist.”
Funny how false the words fall from her lips. Funny that she can’t even seem to convince herself.
“Oh, I don’t believe that for a second,” Ukitake-san replies gently.
And he’s so close now. When did that happen? Nanao can’t even remember him approaching her.
He lifts a hand toward her face. And Nanao doesn’t move, barely breathes as she feels the warmth of his bare fingers cup her cheek.
“She’s definitely here. Only hiding. Perfectly concealed by poise.”
His words are careful, quiet, a bare whisper in the cluttered storeroom. But somehow, they mesmerize Nanao. Her limbs are no longer ready to flee but feel frozen in place. Even when his hand slips past her face and reaches for the piece that is pinning her hair in place. She doesn’t resist or so much as a blink as her hair falls across her shoulders. Nanao can feel it brushing against the nape of her neck teasingly, and it reminds her of the soft press of lips.
Nanao can only watch him as he trails his hands through her hair. His fingers graze the side of her cheek, a bare touch that makes her shiver, makes her clamp down on a moan. Makes her squirm where she stands though she tries to fight it.
Nanao swallows thickly and struggles to find her composure. “It’s unprofessional, sir.”
But her voice is barely above a whisper and hardly a shade of her usual stern tone. It betrays how much his proximity and teasing touch has affected her.
How can it not? Someone would have to be blind to miss how very handsome and charming Ukitake-taichou can be. Not only blind but deaf and dumb as well. And Nanao is none of those three things. She has noticed. She has noticed many, many times before. But always filed such secret thoughts away. They’d never go anywhere. Never amount to anything.
Behind her – and where, when, how did that happen? – her captain chuckles. His laugh slips through the room like soft silk.
“That sort of argument won’t work with us, Nanao-chan,” Kyouraku-taichou says, and she knows he’s gotten closer.
Nanao is so aware of his presence that the hair on her skin raises and her flesh prickles. She can feel his heat at her back, and her body eagerly anticipates his touch, even as her mind tries to remind her of all the reasons this is such a bad idea.
“Would you give us a chance, Nanao?” Ukitake-san asks softly. Voice an enticing whisper as his fingers brush against the side of her neck. “Could I have another taste?”
He’s so close that Nanao can taste him on her lips. Or maybe that’s just the memory of him. Either way, her tongue unconsciously drags over her lips, and she thinks that maybe she’s already surrendered. That the fact that she’s here and not running away or blasting either of them with a kidoh and making her escape proves that this is what she wants. True, a spell probably won’t do either of them lasting harm, but they are both gentleman – even her captain – and would recognize it for a true rejection on her part.
If Nanao truly wants to escape, she’ll have no difficulty in doing so. If she truly wants to walk away, turn her back on their warmth and their affection and their skin-tingling touches, all she has to do is say it. Open her mouth, take in a breath, form the words with her lips. Let her vocal chords do the rest.
It seems so simple, so easy. And Nanao’s lips part with the intention of being stubborn, of following through with her denial. Instead, however, she leans forward and closes the short distance between herself and Uki-- No, Jyuushiro. If she’s going to kiss him, then he will be Jyuushiro to her.
Their lips meet in an open-mouthed kiss that tastes of candy, and Nanao’s hands ball into fists, unsure of what else she should do to them. A moan bubbles up in her throat but goes no further. Jyuushiro’s mouth is soft, skilled, and his fingers stroke her cheek as his tongue slips out to meet hers. Tentatively at first but then with greater confidence as it’s clear she’s not going to pull away.
She’s not walking away either. No, Nanao is doing the complete opposite of walking away. Her hands rise of their own accord and grip into the front of his shihakushou. She moves forward a half-step to crash against the front of him, mashing their lips together. She’s panting into the kiss, sucking air through her nose, desperate for more. Feeling like something once trapped finally set loose.
Jyuushiro groans into her mouth, even more so when she nibbles on his lips. Nanao pulls him closer, tries to crawl into his clothing so that they can be pressed skin to skin. The fact that they are in the eighth division storehouse has completely escaped her mind. All Nanao cares about is the here and now. Not the eventual consequences. Most certainly not tomorrow.
“See?” Jyuushiro murmurs against her mouth, voice traveling down her spine and settling low in her belly. “I knew she was hiding.”
“It’s safer that way,” Nanao says in return, fingers flexing their grip as her eyelashes flutter.
“Hmm. Perhaps.” Jyuushiro tickles at her chin and draws away far enough that he can get a good look at her. The sort of look that a man gives when eying a very delectable treat. “Safer, yes. However, dear Nanao, life is more than caution.”
She shivers. “So I’m beginning to see.”
His thumb strokes her face. And then Jyuushiro’s dark gaze slips past her, settling warmly on her captain. Still standing behind her, strangely quiet, strangely unmoving. Nanao would’ve expected him to make some sort of move by now.
“Are you just going to watch, Shun?” There’s a hint of humor in Jyuushiro’s tone. Along with a thick dose of heat and want.
Kyou-- No, he’s Shunsui here. And he chuckles behind her. Then, there’s a quiet sound like clothes rustling.
“You two are putting on a very pretty show,” the brunet comments, tone thick with concealed desire. “I’m not so sure I should interrupt.”
Jyuushiro smiles and kisses her again before turning her around to face her captain. Nanao’s breath catches in her throat at the hunger in Shunsui’s eyes, the way his face has flushed with yearning. She can feel the weight of Jyuushiro’s hands on her shoulders, and she can feel him pressed up against her from behind. Nosing into the side of her neck and exhaling hotly over her skin.
But just that one look from her captain, that one look of intense desire makes her weak in the knees. Makes her want to close her eyes and surrender.
Shunsui steps closer, a sound like a hum echoing in his throat. “That’s it, my dear,” he encourages, lifting a hand to trail through her hair the opposite of where Jyuushiro nips at her throat. “You’re so beautiful like this.”
The bare touch is delicious and just not enough. Are they determined to drive her to the brink? She can feel Jyuushiro’s hands, sliding down to settle on her hips. They rub across her sides slowly. Making Nanao hyper-aware of his every action, even as her eyes are for her captain alone.
“You say you’ve been chasing me?” Nanao questions with the words almost a growl as she lifts her hands, bunching them in the loose folds of his silly, pink haori. “But you seem too determined to watch and talk, Shunsui.”
His eyes flash as she purrs his name. Nanao, grateful for finally having some of the control return to her, nearly squeaks as he leans down and his mouth crashes over hers. Memories of their previous encounter come flooding back in glorious color and sounds. And Nanao moans, trapped between the two powerful, attractive men.
Only for one second – as Shunsui’s fingers tease at her obi and Jyuushiro’s mouth works magic on her neck – does Nanao remind herself that this isn’t supposed to be happening. She’s supposed to walk away. These things never work out. It’s impossible. Improbable. Dangerous. She’ll only get her heart broken in the end. Only have it stomped on as always. Be discarded or forgotten.
But somehow, this feels different. And either way, she can’t bring herself to care.
Then Jyuushiro whispers into her ear, and Shunsui kisses her like he’s trying to claim her, and Nanao abandons all of those thoughts. Her hands move of their own accord, sliding Shunsui’s haori from his shoulders. The other reaches behind her to pull Jyuushiro more firmly against her back, molding him against her.
She doesn’t speak, doesn’t say that she’s accepting them. But they seem to understand nonetheless. And whatever tomorrow brings, Nanao will face it then.
Now is for letting herself surrender. Now is for letting them in.
a/n: I've been getting in this odd habit of threesomes lately? Perhaps because they've been requested so much? lol. Who knows.
Feedback is always welcome.
