Solace 10/12
“I can’t take this anymore! What he’s doing to him, it’s insane!” Ukitake shook his head, restlessly pacing around his bedroom at his home estate.
Dark circles under his eyes played to the trauma he dealt with and his hair was bedraggled from being ignored. As old as he was, he seemed much older. His stress scratched deeper lines of worry into his face and he was deathly pale, from the lack of sleep and his reignited illness.
“Easy. Calm down, there isn’t much we can do on our own.” Shunsuei held his hands up as he tried to move in behind his friend to hold him steady but the other man wouldn’t stop pacing long enough for him to be able to.
Even at home he couldn’t relax. Instead memories of those training sessions he had with Yylfordt, of the many times they shared each other’s bed here only brought up the image of his torn and bruised body, exposed and humiliated in front of the Twelfth Division, his face drained of color and bereft of hope.
He couldn’t sleep. His sickness was reaching new highs causing him to spend a lot of his time doubled over.
“We’ll find a way, but can you honestly do him any good worried like that? Please Jushiro-kun, we’ve known each other for centuries. I know you don’t run well when you’re stressed.” Kyouroku moved behind him again as he paced frantically.
Finally he paused, exhaling a breath.
“You’re right.” Ukitake dipped his head and ran his hands over his face as he tried to breathe steadily.
He felt his tense muscles respond feeling his oldest friend’s hands rest on his shoulders then begin working their way over his sore areas. Time woven paths of trust and familiarity gave the other man an expert touch that deftly loosened the knots of stress that built up inside his body. He closed his eyes and leaned into that gentle touch, resting his temple against his index and thumb fingers.
“Come here...” Shunsuei nudged him towards the corner of the room where his futon was.
When he felt a gentle push on his shoulders he lowered to the floor on his knees, then nestled back onto the futon, resting against his elbows and met the warm body of his friend, supporting him and guiding him. Strong arms wrapped around his held him and he felt the stress of the days without Yylfordt melt. Warm breath buffeted his neck. He rested with him breathing as deeply as his tortured lungs would let him and concentrated on letting it all go if even for just this one moment.
“Remember, I am always here for you,” his friend whispered in his ears.
A gentle brush against the front of his hakama momentarily jarred him out his reverie with a start.
“Shunsuei-kun, this isn’t proper, not when Yylfordt is…” Ukitake protested feeling guilty that he should get any pleasure while his student faced nothing but torture; something he still considered his entire fault.
“Shh….You need this right now. We both know that,” he whispered.
“Shunsuei…”
“Just let it happen.” His friend’s voice was reassuring and gentle, like always.
He watched as Kyouroku slid his hand back where was before and rested on top of his privates; taking in the outline of his familiar anatomy under the rough fabric that separated them, before he rubbed it gently.
Even with the long stretch of time since their last night together, memories of that bond forged through the centuries they knew each other came to the forefront of Ukitake’s mind; all the way back to their first time while they were still in the Academy. Shunsuei was his ever gentle, ever expert lover; never demanding, never jealous, as free spirited as the wind, yet as loyal as a faithful dog and filled with an unconditional, accepting love that rivaled anything he could ever imagine. It was never hard to give into him.
Those honored pathways had him responding in no time; his eager flesh jumped at the course outlines of his hakama, reaching for his friend’s hands as his breath quickened; lungs heaving as a soft wheeze flitted out of his mouth.
He closed his eyes as Shunsuei crept into the folds of his hip slit, slid along his thigh, and he gasped when he felt his friend’s fingers grasp a hold of him; sending a wave of desire through him. The man’s other hand continued rubbing small circles of relieving pressure along his neck and spine, warmth spread from the muscles that uncoiled and released under his fingers to mix with his rising desire and Jushiro let go to be supported entirely by his friend’s strength.
He cooed as the man gently massaged his scrotum, rolling his organs against each other and rhythmically ran his curved fingers up and down his member; his gentle touch rendered his rough work-worn palm soft like velvet.
He surrendered to him; accepted whatever the man was going to do to him, filled with love and need and didn’t react when he felt himself laid gently upon his futon, and felt his lover move between him. Nor did he react when he felt him untie the obi around his waist, pull it away and undid the strings that held his hakama to his shitagi. He arched with the motion as he felt his fabric tug down and slide off his hips, tugging his shaft down playfully before being pulled away.
He sucked in air when he felt a slippery wetness envelope him and opened his eyes to find Shunsuei lowering his head in his lap, his mouth wrapped around him. He leaned back with a breathy exhale at how erotic the image was; his friend’s wavy brown hair cascaded over his slender slightly bony hips as he felt his stubbly beard press into his pubic mound and the top of his thighs tickling him gently. Then he began to suck, gathering and tugging his aroused flesh. Ukitake felt himself grow even harder in his friend’s mouth; blood rushed to his sensitized flesh till it hit its limits.
As one hand cupped his testes, the other gripped a hold of his hip and pulled him closer to the back of his friend’s mouth, till he felt his tip press into the soft flesh of the back of his throat; sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. Ukitake leaned back on his futon with a groan. The inside of Shunsuei’s cheeks pressed into him. His tongue undulated underneath. He shivered in ecstasy with his rising need. Ever so slowly did the man pull his head up and down, tugging on his tip then rhythmically sucking his length back down as he rolled his fingers around his sack.
He felt his worries melt away. All that mattered was this.
Yes. Yes… That’s it.
He rested his hands on top of Shunsuei’s head and ran his fingers through his hair in encouragement. He closed his eyes tight, mouth open in a breathy pout as his friend worked him over; increasing his pace and running his tongue up and down the shaft, flicking and sliding around his tip between breaths before going down on him again.
He began moaning between wheezes. It didn’t matter that his lungs weren’t working at their best. It didn’t matter what was happening at all; only this.
He tightened his hands into fists; grabbed handfuls of his friend’s silken curved locks as if he were hanging on for his very life as the very concept of logical thought was ripped asunder; mind blanked by the sheer flood of pleasure.
“Yes… Shunsuei-kun…yes! Dear gods yes! I’m going to cum…,” he whispered a friendly warning and moaned.
He writhed, gripping even harder, the muscles in his legs locked and relaxed with his friend’s motions, his testes tightened with need.
“Shunsuei!” he hollered.
He erupted into his climax; his body thrown into a series of convulsions as he spilled into his friend’s mouth the pent up sensation in his testes subsided as a wave of bliss spread through him rendering his muscles like putty.
His friend swallowed every drop; his throat muscles pulled on him gently with each mouthful sending small shivers through him from the highly sensitized skin on his tip and looked at him coyly as he did; the sight was arousing in itself. Then he lifted his head and slid over to his side.
Ukitake went limp on the futon losing any motivation to get up and caught his breath; his chest heaved, red droplets of bloody spittle fell on his bottom lip. He grimaced as his lungs tightened and fought against the need to cough.
Shunsuei gathered him in his arms and held him until the phase passed; letting him use his own shikuhasho to catch errant drops of blood that came out of his mouth and then they rested for a long while.
“You really do love that boy don’t you, and you’re going to lose him if you don’t get him out of there…” his friend mused. “I’ll put in a request to pull his friends from their Divisions and pull Abarai-san out of the Academy for ‘questioning’. I’m sure they won’t have any problems with it if it is regarding an investigation about the hollow from the Academy. You just have to worry about putting out an official report and making some tea for the day.”
“Either way, it’s not going to be easy whatever we do.”
They went back to cuddling for a while, each quietly analyzing the situation before Ukitake spoke again.
“What if there is a way to get him in a position where he could forge an escape?”
“That would mean getting him out of Kurotsuchi-taicho’s lab first. You and I both know there isn’t any way for him to get out of there on his own. There is no way that man would let it happen,” Shunsuei said.
Again there was silence.
He pulled himself up onto his hands to face his friend, whose member still stood erect from their previous activity. It tented his hakama, ready for action. He glanced down at it then back at his friend, whose lazy grin was the same as always; ever patient, ever accepting.
He looked at his friend’s gray eyes; intelligent orbs as deeply in thought as he was, and then a look of understanding flashed between them.
“What about the temple of Penance? Granz-san was originally slated for destruction. I doubt there wouldn’t be a problem getting his sentence changed to capital execution.” Shunsuei asked.
“The temple…” Ukitake mused. “…it’s made of sekkiseki. I know it blocks shinigami reiatsu, but would it block a hollow’s?” He glanced down again. “I’ll have to get into the archives to check. He might be able to escape if we get him there.”
He felt a hand lay on top of his.
“You do realize that aiding him in any way is treason right?” Shunsuei’s face was as friendly as ever despite the seriousness of the question and there was a sad pleading behind his eyes.
“I betrayed Soul Society when I let him live the moment he turned into a hollow. It wouldn’t be right now to betray him. I understand the risk I am taking, but he won’t be a danger to us if we let him go. I know him.” He shook his head and looked back into his friend’s eyes, his own filled with desperation.
“Even if I must give up my Captaincy, of even my life… I won’t stand to let Yylfordt die.” He bowed his head and closed his eyes, fighting back his tears.
Shunsuei lifted his face to his own.
“You know my answer.”
He pulled him close, as Ukitake took a deep breath, resting against his friend, their hearts beat as one.
After a short while he glanced down again.
“I guess it is time to take care of that.” He pointed.