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Bleach Fanfic: The Ropes Stay On (Part 2)

Title: The Ropes Stay On
Pairing: Shunsui/Nanao
Rating: NC-17
Status: One-shot
Length: 11,238 words
Contains: Spoilers for the Soul Society Arc, dubious consent, restraints, masturbation, sex pollen, explicit sexual content, explicit language.
Summary: When a Twelfth Division experiment goes wrong, Nanao's ethics are tested against her devotion to Captain Kyōraku.
Notes: This is a gift fic for meroko26 for participating every day in the Week of Love giveaway at shunsui_nanao this summer. Thanks for your contribution!

This is Part 2 of this story; Click here for Part 1.

This is my take on a sex pollen story. Writing this piece was a bit of a stretch for me and took me a while to finish. I think this is too explicit for fanfiction.net--if you have any thoughts on that, please let me know. I hope people enjoy this piece, and thanks for reading!

Elaboration on the dubious consent below, contains spoilers for the story:
[On the dubious consent]
The dubious consent in this story is on Kyōraku's part; he is the one hit with the sex pollen and the one restrained. If you need more information to find out if you feel comfortable reading this story, feel free to ask me.  If you think there should be further warnings, please let me know.

Nanao stayed with him at his home. She'd debated whether it was best to leave him alone or to make her apologies and ask for forgiveness when he woke up, but in the end she'd stayed because he might need care after being intoxicated and then sedated.

Her skin felt itchy in her clothes. After a few hours, she decided to risk using his bath; she didn't want to leave him but she did desperately want to freshen up. The water felt good on her skin, his soap cleansing and crisply scented, and she was glad that she'd chosen to clean up.

She washed her hair, humming a tune. She rinsed herself clean and rubbed her neck, looking forward to relaxing in his large bath.

Nanao froze on the bath stool when the door opened. Captain Kyōraku stood in the doorway, his eyes dark and shadowed. Cool air entered from the hall. Her nipples hardened and she shivered, drawing her towel over her front and standing awkwardly. "Captain. How—how do you feel?"

He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. "I feel like I've been sedated, but I'm fine now." He started towards her and she could see the feverish heat had gone from his eyes. He glanced at the walls and the bath, as if confirming that this was his house. His eyes returned to her, to the towel fisted in her hands that covered the front of her body, her wet hair, and her eyes without glasses. "I like seeing you in my home, Nanao-chan. Why are you here?"

His tone was warm, but she felt accused, her guilt about her actions earlier rushing to the front. "I wanted to make sure you were alright. And I wanted to apologize for what I did. You were under the influence of a toxin and I acted unethically. I'm so sorry."

"Nanao-chan." He was very close, leaning over her where she shrank herself down against the wall, the tile cold on her back.

To her unending mortification, just the sight of him and the sound of his rich velvet voice had made her wet. She'd wanted him so much earlier and that desire hadn't been fully satisfied. She pressed her thighs together tightly, looking at the square tiles of the floor. She made a sound of distress.

"Don't be sorry." He kissed a small path across her cheek to her right ear. "I'm not sorry. I told you that I wouldn't be. You were so generous, Nanao-chan. You let me see so much of your beauty." He slid the tip of his tongue around the curve of her ear and then bit the lobe, tugging softly.

A spike of sharp need ran through her at the scrape of his teeth on her skin. She moaned. Her hands abandoned the towel and her modesty to grasp his shoulders, pulling him down.

At her moan he crushed her back against the wall with his body, grinding his hips against her. She kissed his lips, desperate and seeking. This was what she'd waited hours for. His tongue pushed into her mouth and she sucked on it greedily, hungry for him. He groaned and the sound had all of the intensity he'd had earlier in the office. She was sinking down into need.

"Please," she gasped when he pulled back.

He jerked the towel up, dragging one of her hands away from him and pressing it to the towel until she took hold of it. "No, we can't do this right now. Please get dressed and go home, Nanao-chan."

"What?" She stared in blank confusion.

"Go home, sweetheart." He stepped further back and swallowed several times. His eyes darted between her wet lips and her thighs, barely draped with the towel.

"Why?" She hesitated, shame leaking into her voice. "If you're upset about what I did earlier, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have—I'm sorry." She stared at her toes, which were pressed back against her feet, as if trying to take up as little space as possible.

"No, don't look like that." He tipped her chin up until her guilty eyes met his. "I'm not upset with you, not at all. Don't be sorry. You made me so happy." He brushed his lips against hers lightly.

"Then I don't understand. Why do you want me to go?"

He exhaled heavily. "I can't give you the care that you deserve right now. Tomorrow we'll have a late picnic and make love under the stars, if you still want me then."

She shook her head, closing the distance between them. "Now—I want you now." She caressed his jaw. It was a reversal of their earlier situation, with her persuading him.

He drew his head back as if her touch burned. "Please listen to me, Nanao-chan. I won't be gentle with you now. Tomorrow—we'll have good wine, music—"

"Yes. We can do those things tomorrow. You'll be romantic and sweet, and I'll be very impressed. I won't say it so directly, of course."

He smiled. "Of course. But we'll both know that you're impressed." His hands cradled her face.

"I will be, I promise. You want to give me candlelight and beds with rose petals. I love that part of you."

He drew in a sharp breath.

"But it's not the only part of you. You have many different sides and it's the whole of you—" she paused. Her head tipped down.

But he was always able to understand her unspoken words. He leaned his forehead against hers. "I love you."

She believed him. Her heart skipped a beat and her lips parted. "We're important to each other. That won't be changed if we're together tonight."

Still he hesitated. "I won't be slow or careful enough—"

She stood on her toes to bite at his lower lip. "I don't need you to be," she said. "I just need you."

He shook his head and his eyes were heavy-lidded and hot. "I want to fuck you."

Did he think she'd be shocked by his crudeness? He'd underestimated her. She smiled, dropping the towel. His eyes swept over her body. She covered his hand with hers, pulling it to her core. "I understand perfectly."

He explored her folds, his fingers quickly drenched. His breathing turned uneven. "Nanao-chan," he said, and it was close to begging.

She leaned back against the wall, needing the support. "I was waiting for you." It was a confession, worth saying when a wicked gleam lit his eyes.

He pushed two fingers into her sheath roughly. "Is this what you wanted, Nanao-chan?" His voice was silky and promised her everything, anything that she could ask for, in an echo of her words that afternoon.

Her hands sought out his chest, her nails raking down his hard muscles and under his sash. His left hand snatched her wrists, pinning them over her head. "No, Nanao-chan."

She frowned at him and he grinned. His fingers plunged in and out of her in a driving rhythm that banished her protests from her lips. "Not fair—" she gasped. She rolled her hips against his hand and a breathy moan escaped her lips. His fingers were longer and thicker than hers had been earlier. He stroked the sensitive places inside her, his palm rubbing against her sex. It wasn't enough. She wanted—needed—more of him. "Now," she whispered urgently.

But he pulled his hand away, his fingers glistening. She made a keening sound at the loss.

"Ask nicely," he murmured in her ear. She arched in his grip, her breasts brushing against his chest. "Ask nicely, Nanao-chan."

She bit his lips, eyes narrowed, but her resistance melted when she saw his eyes; they were full of need. Still, he was holding back—he probably wasn't sure that he should be doing this with her at all. Her mouth pressed against his tenderly. "Will you please fuck me? I've been waiting for hours."

He kissed her forcefully, stealing her breath, but his lips trailed wetly down her neck before she could respond. "So sweet." He licked the dip of her collarbones before continuing down. His hand released her wrists.

"So lovely." His tongue flicked her navel delicately. He pressed audible kisses to her skin, parting her thighs with his hands.

"So delicious." His tongue lapped at her hungrily, running in sweeping strokes down one side of her folds and up the other side. The relief and the pleasure of his lavish attentions weakened her knees. Her legs trembled and he held her up with a firm grip on her thighs. It felt so good to have him licking her hot flesh, the way he'd wanted to hours ago. His tongue rolled over her clitoris in lazy circles. She cried out, her hands falling to his head and digging into his hair.

He devoured her, his tongue eager and quick. The hair of his unshaven face against her sensitive skin sent tingling shivers through her. She rocked her hips against his mouth and his hands pinned her strongly against the wall. She felt worshipped and it was heady beyond anything else.

His mouth was ravenous and hot, the tiles cool against her overheated skin. Her moans echoed in the bathroom. She looked down and saw him watching her with the same intensity he'd shown in the office. Make noise for me, he'd said in that seductive velvet voice. Her moans grew louder than before. He rewarded her with exquisite undulations of his tongue, and it was so much, too much, and she wanted more.

His eyes never left her. There was something incredible and arousing about having a man like him on his knees in front of her, dedicated to giving her pleasure. She licked her lips. "Please, I need more." It was easy to ask him when she felt so powerful in this position.

She thought she felt his smile against her skin before he sucked her delicate bud, his tongue still teasing. She came hard, a surprised cry escaping her lips, her hips jolting up. Her hands clutched at his hair, holding him against her as the pleasure flooded through her veins. Her upper body arched off of the wall and then curved forward over him as her tension eased.

He drew a few more moans from her with soft licks and a kiss pressed to her center. Her hands slipped to his shoulders. He lifted her languid body with his hands under her thighs, standing and pressing her back against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist slowly, pulling him close. Her wetness still dripped down his chin and she wiped him off with a hand.

The sash at his hips allowed her other hand to slip past easily. She smiled, pleased.

"We could stop here."

She shook her head. He was still holding back, even now? Her hand curled around his hard length, working him out of his uniform hakama. "But I asked so nicely before." He shuddered as she stroked him.

He pulled one hand away from supporting her to slide two fingers into her core. "Nanao-chan."

She nearly purred. Nanao pressed on the back of his neck until he kissed her, his lips and tongue making demands that she yielded to willingly. She could taste herself in his mouth. They parted for breath. "Now, please," she whispered. He pulled his fingers out of her and returned his slick hand to supporting her under her thighs. She guided his shaft to her entrance, pressing encouragingly on his back with her legs.

He resisted. "Nanao-chan, are you sure?"

She met his eyes. He still had caution mixed with the need in his gaze and she wanted that to fade. She wanted to see him break apart the way he had in the office. "Come closer." She pressed against his back again and this time he surged forward into her. "Oh—"

He stilled. "Nanao-chan?"

She clasped her hands together behind his neck. It'd taken a few moments for the feeling of stretching tightly around him to pass, leaving tantalizing fullness instead. She smiled slightly. He was still being careful but she wanted him to lose that control. "Move for me." She rocked her hips.

His hands clamped tightly around her thighs. "I want you too much, Nanao-chan." He sounded pained and she thought it must be difficult for a man who liked to take his time to want her in this urgent way.

"Sweet and slow were for later, remember? I asked you for this, so give it to me." She added a little kick with her heel to his ass for emphasis.

He grinned, and it was equal parts wicked and genuine, somehow. "As if I'd deny you anything. And I really love that you'd scold me in this position."

She scowled at him, but he kissed her and his hips began to move. She gasped into his mouth as he thrust in and out of her sheath in a strong rhythm. The sensation was a delicious relief after the delay of hours.

His groans excited her and she broke their kiss to see his face. His eyes were hot and unfocused and she was happy to see that. She dug her nails into his shoulders and his pace sped up. "Nanao—" he murmured.

Each stroke built the aroused heat in her body higher and higher. She thought he was nearer to peaking than she was—the hitch in his breath and the burning of his eyes said so—but it was fine if she didn't climax now. She felt so much in her body and heart that she might not be able to bear more. Her eyes closed.


She opened her eyes.

"I want to feel you come when I'm inside you. Will you do that for me?" His voice was rougher than the dark silk persuasion he'd used earlier, but she liked the roughness.

She lifted her right hand away from his shoulder, bringing two fingers to his lips. His tongue curled around her fingertips to wet them. Anticipation gleamed in his eyes as her hand slipped down between their bodies.

She drew faint circles on her moist flesh—she was too sensitive now for any more direct touches—but it magnified the sensation of his hard thrusts. She moaned, a breathy, needy little sound.

"You're so beautiful, Nanao." His words brushed across her cheek. His voice—oh, his voice—she believed anything he said in that deep rumble. His voice sent heat cascading through her.

"Talk to me."

"Nanao," he murmured, and she moaned again as her eyelids fluttered. He gave her words of praise and love and sex directly in her ear. His soft voice contrasted with the pounding rhythm of his hips. She loved everything about this—fucking—and a visceral thrill went through her when his voice echoed her feelings.

A tremulous and telling cry escaped her lips.

"Come for me, Nanao." It was a command, and her body obeyed. Her muscles contracted around him as she climaxed, and that pushed him over the edge. He poured himself into her with a groan. She watched his face through heavy eyes and loved his shifting expressions of need and pleasure and relief even more than she had that afternoon.

She clutched him close, her arms around his neck, her lips touching the hot skin of his jaw, his collar, his chest. He pulled her away from the wall but his hands still held her up against him. With a few steps they reached the bath stool. He put her down on the stool and drew back from her.

She made a protesting sound, but he removed his clothes quickly and knelt in front of her. He kissed her, one of his hands tipping her chin up. His other hand drifted down her body, tracing over her curves before curling around her mound possessively. It would have been embarrassing to her yesterday. But today she parted her knees more widely for him. "My lovely Nanao-chan."

He moved away to turn on the faucets and began to wash her. Water poured over her. He drew a soapy cloth over her skin, his other hand following behind. The gentleness of his touch made her sigh. "Is there more for us?" she asked, watching him soap her thighs.

He smiled. "There will always be more for us," he said and his voice had both satisfaction and hunger.

She closed her eyes. Later she'd send a message to the division and let them know that their Captain needed rest and she would be caring for him for a day—no, two days, considering the depth of the hunger in his voice. She'd let him feast on her until they was satisfied enough to resume their normal lives.

But it wouldn't be exactly as it was before. There will always be more for us. She opened her eyes, smiling.

The End


( 12 comments — Leave a comment )
Sep. 21st, 2012 05:56 pm (UTC)
Wonderful! I LOVED it! Had me panting. I love that you included a part about Kyoraku's sexy voice. I cant'l tell you how much I love his deep rumble. Thanx for the story. I'm currently working on one of my own and should upload it soon.
Sep. 23rd, 2012 12:56 am (UTC)
Thanks, I'm glad you like this story! I did try to work a bit with your desire for Nanao as boss, but in the end it went in somewhat of a different direction.

Kyouraku has a wonderful voice in the anime, it's true. ^_^

I look forward to reading your new story, good luck with it!
Sep. 21st, 2012 09:36 pm (UTC)
ohh yeeeesss this was certainly REAALLY GOOD STORY >D
Loved it. Jeeeez.
And I won't let ANYONE say otherwise... *cracks knuckles*
but I alos wonder what others captains had 'enhanced' XDD
Sep. 23rd, 2012 01:11 am (UTC)
Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed this story! It's basically a PWP, but I worked for a long time on it trying to make the sex and the talking work.

I thought about doing a couple little omakes about the other captains, but they didn't really fit the mood of the piece. (Just things like Ukitake waking up naked and covered in bonsai branches, etc.)
Sep. 23rd, 2012 01:12 pm (UTC)
Hehe, no problem ;) I know, but it's still very good~ And you made these two work really well together.

That's true, it wouldn't really fit. This fic wasn't meant to be cracky after all ;) (lol all those mental images XD what else did you have in mind?)
Sep. 24th, 2012 01:43 am (UTC)

Oh, just things like Byakuya vandalizing the surfaces in his house painting seaweed ambassadors, Kenpachi crushing everything, Soi Fon hunting down random cats looking for Yoruichi, etc.
Oct. 4th, 2012 05:53 pm (UTC)
//late reply is laateee//

OwO thats amazing concept for crackish fic of doom~
Sep. 23rd, 2012 12:55 pm (UTC)
This was truly awesome!
Well written, good paced and with the right amount of nosebleeding situations! \(*ç*)/
As always, I totally love your FFs...please keep up the awesome job!
Sadly, there aren't that many ShunxNanao worshippers out there! T_T

PS: Ukitake...naked...mmmmmmm *drools*
What about some little external omake(s) about other Captains? *w* *puppy eyes*
PPS: If not on FF, you can post it on AFF *w*
Sep. 24th, 2012 01:50 am (UTC)
Thanks, I'm glad you liked this story! I always wish Shunsui/Nanao had more fans, and maybe if they appear together again in this arc, the fandom will pick up. ^_^

I haven't done any omakes about the other captains, but if I do, I'll let you know. It's fun to think about, anyway.

Thanks for your thoughts on posting elsewhere. Currently I've also posted this on my Dreamwidth and AO3 accounts, so it's out there, just not at ff.net. ^_^
Jan. 30th, 2014 02:34 pm (UTC)
Hi, my name is Mariana and I have discovered your journal a couple months ago. I must tell you that I have read almost 10 times each and everyone of your stories! I really love the way you write. Shunsui is my favourite shinigami and Nanao is the best. I'm looking forward the next chapter on Nanao and Shunsui´s weading! (I will create an account just to follow you!)
Feb. 4th, 2014 03:51 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoy my stories about Shunsui and Nanao! They're my favorite pairing. I hope to have the wedding chapter and then the final chapter of Practicing Marriage up fairly soon. Thanks again for your comment! ^_^
Apr. 7th, 2014 10:32 pm (UTC)
I'm a little late to the party, but I wanted to say thank you for all the great fan fiction (this story certainly included)! This pairing didn't appeal to me until I found your stories, and you now have me convinced. Your stories and your characters are not only fun, but also stay true to the characters themselves.

And this one in particular- nicely executed. 😉 It did leave me with great mental pictures of the other divisions as well. I hope someone warned Yoruichi. Lol
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