Title: Fragility
Pairing: Shuuhei/Kira
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Yaoi, not work safe
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, or any of its characters.
Written for the First Anniversary Contest at
shuukira.
Special thanks to
mysocalledhell and
jamminbison for looking this over for me. ♥
Fragility
The sun is sinking down behind the horizon, washing the sky with one last breath of golden rays. Everything seems to slow down; time turns lazy as darkness begins to settle into the air. Two Shinigami are making their way home after a long day of work, shuffling casually down the dusty street. They remain silent, their faces expressionless as they watch the sun vanish behind the rows of rooftops.
The darker of the two men sighs softly, exhaling a warm breath into the cooling air, and glances at his smaller companion. "All right, Kir'?" he asks, even though he already knows the answer.
"Mm," Izuru replies, giving a faint shrug.
Hisagi sighs again and turns right, leading the way up to a small building. He stops at the door and opens it slowly, turning slightly to allow Izuru to pass through. The blond, however, is still busy staring at the evening sky, now speckled with a few traces of hazy stars. Shuuhei gives a shrug of his own, and moves into the warm confines of the house that he and Kira share.
Izuru lingers outside a moment longer, before stepping into the room. He closes the door behind him and leans against it, letting his head fall back with a silent sigh. Across the room, Shuuhei stands, half shrouded in shadow, watching his blond partner with interest.
"What?" Kira asks, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice.
"Nothing." Shuuhei's face softens, but he doesn't lessen the intensity of his stare. He's been looking forward to this moment all day. But... it seems like Izuru is going to make him wait a bit longer. "How was your day?"
"Good gods, Hisagi," answers Kira, "are we really going to go through this every night?" A look of anger flashes across his face, but vanishes a moment later.
"Yes," says Shuuhei. "Every night. From now until forever." He notices the brief look on Izuru's face and clears his throat. "So, how was your day?"
The blond stares at his feet, hesitating for the briefest of moments. Then, with a flurry of golden hair and a flash of azure eyes, he snaps his head up and glares at Hisagi. "It was bad," he says, his voice etched with weariness. "Everyone's always asking me if I'm all right... if there's anything they can do to help... if I want to talk." His voice becomes more and more strained, as if he's fighting against the words as they leave his mouth. "They're always treading so lightly around me, like I'm going to fall apart, like I'm some sort of walking disaster."
Shuuhei falls silent and listens. Folding his arms across his chest, he leans back against the wall and lets Izuru rant. This is what he's been waiting for, the moment Izuru finally lets down his guard and gives in to the torrent of emotion that's plagued him all day. The brunet swells with pride - pride in the fact that he is the one Kira chooses to confide in.
The blond, meanwhile, has averted his gaze and is toying with the folds of his Shinigami uniform. "It's like they're hovering around, waiting to pick up the pieces should I happen to break down." He glances back at Shuuhei, a trace of pain visible in his impossibly blue eyes. "Do they really think I'm that fragile?" His voice drops down to a whisper. "Do you?"
Pushing away from the wall, Hisagi crosses over to Kira and rests his hands against the door, one on either side of the blond's shoulders. "No," he replies, lowering his face to look Izuru in the eye. "I don't." He inhales, and then presses a kiss to the edge of Kira's jawline, tilting his head as he exhales a soft breath down the blond's neck.
"Shuu... I..." Kira begins, but the brunet silences him with a kiss to the lips. Their mouths meld together, sparking a warmth that makes them both groan. Shuuhei moves closer, pushing the blond into the door, further igniting the heat between them. He pulls back to gaze into his lover's eyes, before tracing a line of kisses across Izuru's cheek.
"You're not fragile," he whispers, as his lips seek out the shell of Kira's ear. "If anyone is fragile, it's me." He lets out a breath, reveling in the shudder it elicits from the blond's lithe frame. "You make me weak," he explains, pressing further into the smaller man. His mouth becomes more persistent, trailing down Kira's neck, seeking more silky flesh to explore. Izuru arches into him, heightening his anticipation, making it nearly impossible to remain in control. He lifts the blond up, carries him into the bedroom, and lays him down on the bed.
"Is this my reward?" Kira asks, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk. "For venting?"
Shuuhei smirks back. "Well, I have to do something to get you to talk," he says, dipping his head to kiss those succulent lips again. He moans when Izuru nips at his bottom lip, stilling his movements as his body threatens to take control. "If you only knew what you do to me..." he murmurs, closing his eyes as he presses his forehead to Izuru's chest.
Kira's smirk widens to a grin. He pushes Shuuhei over onto the bed and straddles him, his blue eyes glinting mischievously through a cascade of golden hair. "What do I do to you, 'sagi?" he teases, shrugging out of the top of his uniform. The larger man stifles a groan as the fabric falls away, revealing milky skin that seems to glow in the moonlight. Hisagi reaches up and traces his battle-worn hands across Izuru's chest, his lips curving upward at the purr of approval from above.
"You..." he begins, trailing his fingertips down the blond's abdomen, "...are so fucking sexy." He growls deep in his throat, grabbing hold of Kira's hips and grinding their pelvises together, as if to punctuate the statement. A bolt of heat fires through his veins, and he throws his head back as a moan wracks his body. "Kir'... I can't. I need..."
He doesn't get to finish his sentence, because Izuru chooses that moment to lean forward, tracing his long fingers down the length of Hisagi's chest. The brunet closes his eyes, as warm, soft lips find the crook of his neck. He stiffens, his body going rigid with anticipation as Kira's tongue darts out to taste his skin. Those long fingers work down his torso, fumbling with the knot of his obi until it finally falls away. He takes in a shaky breath, as Izuru's hands slip into the folds of his uniform, sliding across his flesh in ways that make his body ache with need. "You're torturing me, here," he gasps, arching into the touch.
"That's the point," Kira responds, his smile finally reaching his eyes. Hisagi bites his lip, marveling at the transformation taking place in front of him. He can practically see the tension melting from Izuru's frame, feel it as it pools around them and dissolves into nothingness. Only in moments like this, far from the eyes and ears of overly concerned friends, will Kira finally step out of his stony shell. Shuuhei drinks it in, savoring every genuine spark of emotion that flickers across his lover's face. He finds pleasure, more pleasure than he'd ever expected, in knowing that Kira chooses these moments to tear down the walls he's been building up all day. The trust that's conveyed in every kiss and touch takes his breath away.
And then, Kira steals his breath with a different type of pleasure, rocking their hips together in a manner that drives any other thoughts away. Shuuhei's eyes darken as an untameable lust begins to fill him, racing through his body like a foreign pulse. He reaches for Izuru's obi, untying it in a few deft moves, and pushes the remaining clothing away. Licking his lips, he slides his hands up the blond's thighs, his fingers following the familiar grooves of muscle up to thin hips. His eyes close and he lets out a breath, trying to draw out each sensation for as long as he can. He feels Kira move, feels the rest of his uniform being pulled away, and shivers as he feels his lover's naked flesh slide along his own. "You feel amazing..."
Kira responds by trailing a lazy line of kisses across Hisagi's stomach, making his muscles spasm as another shiver of pleasure flows through him. The kisses continue over his chest and up his neck, until he feels the blond's breath against his mouth. Tilting his head, he licks the seam of his lover's lips, savoring the sweetness of the breath that falls from them, and pushes his tongue into the wet warmth that he's been craving all day. Izuru returns the kiss, twirling their tongues together in a synchronized dance that's been made perfect with practice. Pulling back, the brunet gasps for air, his body weak with desire.
Now delerious with need, Hisagi struggles to remain still, allowing Kira to take the control that he craves. He watches with half-lidded eyes as the blond moves to straddle him once more, his chest heaving as anticipation begins to fill him. His back curves away from the bed as skilled fingers encircle his arousal, guiding him closer and closer to where he so desperately longs to be. Clenching the sheets with trembling hands, he bites his lip and swallows a groan, struggling to keep his eyes open as Kira slowly starts to lower onto him.
And now.... Now he's falling, spiralling past the point of reason, tumbling deeper into the depths of Izuru's willing body. His chest tightens, laboring under the strain of a pleasure so intense that he's sure it will kill him. He's dying - dying even as he's being reborn, drowning in each sensation that washes over him. Suddenly aware that his eyes are closed, he opens them, fixing his gaze on the glorious sight above him, reveling in the look of pleasure on his lover's face. Izuru's pleasure spurs him further, sinking in through his skin and heightening his own arousal.
Everything else fades away. Work, friends, defected captains - nothing else matters in this moment. This one, lucious moment of complete rapture - where resolve disappears and fragility becomes the greatest strength of all. Hisagi basks in it, pulling every sensation into himself, greedily taking in every last drop of pleasure. He stiffens, his fingers digging into Izuru's hips hard enough to bruise, and shudders as a trickle of indescribable heat begins to pool in his stomach. A lightning hot surge floods through him, ripping through his helpless body with an insatiable fury, dragging him into a fit of ecstacy. He hears Kira's voice, feels the blond's body clench around him, and together they ride out the final wave.
It's over a moment later, and they both fall back, breathlessly panting into the silence. Shuuhei closes his eyes, savoring the delicious feeling that continues to flow through him. He opens them again when he feels Kira move beside him, and is met with the sight of the blond's face next to his own.
"So," Izuru says, still a bit short of breath. The corners of his lips twitch as he traces a finger across Hisagi's jaw. "How was your day?"