Bleach fic: Triangle
Words: 860
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Ukitake/Nanao/Shunsui
Dedication: for the delightful and delovely fieryfaerie86, by request. Hope you like it! :)
Warning: unbetaed.
Triangle
Nanao knows exactly how it has come to this.
Her body, strung between the two men, twists in pleasure-nearly-pain. She runs her palms up the inside of Jyuushiro’s thighs, cups his balls, and takes him more deeply in her mouth. At the same time, Shunsui presses her clit between his lips.
Jyuushiro had never said a word to her of his interest, his attraction, and yet it was there, burning low but hot every time she glanced at him when he didn’t know she was paying attention. A quickened breath, a lingering glance, a smile just a tad wider than he beamed at anyone else-Nanao was an observant woman, and knew what she knew.
She trails kisses down the underside of his cock, tonguing the tiny space between its base and that of his balls, and relishes the harshness of his gasp in her ears. She hooks a leg over Shunsui’s shoulder and draws him in, a rogue whimper escaping when he licks deeply into her.
Nanao couldn’t exactly say she’d seduced Jyuushiro, exactly, since he wanted it as much as she, but she had certainly made the first move, twining her arms around his neck and kissing his chin. She’d always liked his narrow face, his warm brown eyes, his cheerful disposition. Also, she had wondered if so many centuries had granted him superior technique in the bedroom, as her own captain was always asserting.
She scratches long red lines down Jyuushiro’s thighs, and sucks on the head of his erection while her tongue dances, flamelike, into the tiny slit at the end. Nanao allows him to thread his fingers in her hair, displacing the clip and sending it tumbling in heavy waves across her shoulders to pool on his belly. He groans at its cool weight against his fevered skin, and arches more of his cock into her mouth.
He, surprisingly crafty, had wanted to keep their situation a secret, but Nanao was nothing if not plain-spoken, and did not like to lie. Still, it was hard to see the sadness deepen in Shunsui’s eyes when she informed him of the news. Jyuushiro, ever sensitive to his friend’s emotions, had scrambled to repair whatever damage might have been done, and invited him to join them.
Shunsui kneels behind her and positions her, hands on hips raising them to the perfect angle. He slides deep, spearing her with the hard length of prick, and she can’t stifle her moan.
That was decades ago. Never would she have thought their arrangement could survive; she’d been convinced that one or the other of the men would decide that sharing was not a tenable arrangement, and give her an ultimatum. Or, perhaps she might have gotten tired of the demands of not one but two men, and selected one or even deserted both.
But no, even nearly a century later, Nanao not only tolerates their unusual situation, but thrives upon it. She’s learned to adapt, to make room in her heart for both, room in her bed for both, room in her body for both. She raises up and straightens, knees spread wide enough for Jyuushiro to slide his legs between hers and Shunsui’s. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, the warm skin damp beneath her clutching fingers, she holds her breath as his hand rubs his cock against the drenched cleft between her legs and the slick shaft sunk within.
Carefully, he positions himself, and carefully, slides in alongside Shunsui’s prick. Nanao’s head falls back on a silent groan as she is slowly, inexorably filled. The pressure is immense, immensely satisfying; never has she felt so complete, surrounded as she is by the two of them.
Shunsui is the first to move; he withdraws, only to the head, and glides back up into her. Then it’s Jyuushiro’s turn; he does the same, and sucks her nipple into his mouth, sucking hotly, on the upstroke. It’s a tricky rhythm, but they’ve had years to perfect it.
Stretched around them both so tightly, it’s not long before all three are panting, writhing, grasping at each other with no regard to which person their fingernails sink into for purchase. One arm looped up around Shunsui’s neck, the other around Jyuushiro’s and her hand in his silver hair, she cries out- the first sound she’s made the entire time- as lightning-bright ecstasy rocks her. Beneath her, Jyuushiro trembles as he comes, and behind her, Shunsui slumps as his body releases into hers.
Slowly, they relax and shift until all are laying on their sides, still with their tenuous connection. This, too, they’ve practiced over the years. The men enjoy the closeness, the union, of being contained inside her, and Nanao, she loves surrounding them, loves encompassing them, loves knowing she’s swallowed them up and holds them within herself.
Again, their hands come up to grasp; again, none care who is holding what of the others. Shunsui reaches for a blanket, to keep Jyuushiro from getting chilled, and Jyuushiro is careful to pull it up over Shunsui’s shoulder. Between them, sodden with sweat and semen, Nanao relaxes into the damp warmth, the contentment, and sleeps.