Rules of The Game [Bleach, Shunsui/Ukitake, NC-17]

[spikykun]

Title: Rules of The Game
Author: spikykun

Rating: NC-17
Beta: cmc42
Warnings: None.
Prompt: Bleach, Shunsui/Ukitake: playfulness - the rules of the game
Word count: 3,780 words.
Summary: Just watching him like this - pleased and yet playful, spread open under him and the moonlight, skin glowing and flushed with arousal - Shunsui's patience had finally reached its peak.

Shunsui awoke from his nap to a strange feeling of being watched. He cracked his eyes open and tipped his hat back. The feeling had already vanished, but Shunsui was still curious as he looked around the dark rooftop of the 8th Division.

He unfolded his legs and propped up on his elbows, a smile forming on his lips when the feeling returned, replacing any tiredness or boredom he might have felt up until now. He discovered two things. The first was that this was the doing of none other than Ukitake Juushirou. The second was that Shunsui wasn't being watched (as far as he knew), instead touched by gentle strokes of reiatsu.

Well, this was new. Almost two thousand years together and never a dull moment. He stopped looking, and instead drawled out, "Ukitake, won't you come out and play?"

The warm, familiar reiatsu returned, this time brushing past his ankles. Oh, so we are playing? Shunsui chuckled and got the hint, rising to his feet. He rolled his shoulders, shaking some dirt off his flamboyant haori, and let instincts honed by hundreds of years take over.

Of course, Juushirou could cover up well enough when he wanted to. Oh, Shunsui was going to like this game. When he scanned his surroundings for any hints of reiatsu, he found traces down the railing.

So, tag it is.

What most people didn't know about the kind-hearted Captain was that Juushirou was quite the sneaky person, when he was in a certain mood. He would blame Shunsui, of course, for rubbing off on him - to which Shunsui would reply with, "You wouldn't have stuck around with me if you hadn't liked it."

He hopped off the roof and adjusted his hat, as the soft, nighttime wind seemed adamant in wafting his hair wild. The whispers from Juushirou became fainter, but the challenge was what made it fun (which Juushirou, of course, knew). Shunsui reached out with his own spiritual energy, feeling for a familiar flicker, and was quite surprised to find it in the large garden connecting the Division barracks with his private quarters.

As he approached, Juushirou's reiatsu had returned to coax him forward. It felt like teasing fingers running down his back, tugging him forward, making him less and less patient about feeling Juushirou touch him like that. Shunsui hummed and picked up his pace.

He expected Juushirou to direct him to his quarters, perhaps, but the licks of reiatsu were leading him to the midst of the garden instead. The moon was nearly full, making the place seem vaster and very nicely lit - soft silver making the trees look like a crisp painting, and the shadows streaked with light.

The fact the reiatsu became heavier, sweeter, meant his Juushirou was among the trees as well. The image of Juushirou sneaking around trees barefoot, with his hair blowing in the wind, filled Shunsui with amusement and warmth. He found himself just breathing in the pleasant air and appreciating the moment. They weren't common, and certainly worth treasuring.

When he removed his sandals to let the atmosphere sink in better (grass tickling his feet, dew between his toes), he noticed the entire area was completely empty, other than Juushirou's well-directed reiatsu slivers. Cleared the area for me?

As playful as he might have been feeling, Juushirou was still a responsible man. Shunsui was quite grateful for it now, considering he would have thrown caution in the wind and tackled Juushirou right then and there, even if Nanao-chan had been standing next to them.

However, this wasn't planned by him, this time. He was being led on, letting the excitement build little by little, hint by hint. When he rounded a large tree and found Juushirou's uniform behind it, the excitement transformed into one of a very different variety (heavier, needier, intoxicating. It had been a long time). He picked up the garment and continued to look around determinedly. Finding the man became of utmost importance.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" Shunsui called out, peeking behind trees and feeling like a schoolboy. The reiatsu's teasing affected him greatly now that he knew Juushirou was barefoot, loose-haired, and naked, all for him. By the time he heard Juushirou's voice his heartbeat was raging, his eyes were darker, and he was half-hard in his hakama.

It was remarkable how at night, and when he was searching for something precious, the garden seemed twice as big as the barracks. Juushirou's chuckle was almost as fleeting as his spiritual energy, but near enough for Shunsui to finally lock him down. At last, he reached a clearing.

"Hello," Juushirou said with an excited smile and an even wickeder glint in his eyes. He looked breathtaking, in the moonlight. Covered only by a haori, his pale skin stood out in the dark, his white hair even brighter. He looked like a vision, a trick Shunsui's mind was playing on him. When Juushirou reached out to him (with his hands, his body, finally), Shunsui knew they were going to do this right here.

Urgency filled him again, and in a split second he could feel his composure leave him. One grin later and he tackled Juushirou to the ground. Almost as it was important to find Juushirou before, it was important to touch him now - to cover him completely with hands and caresses and a flutter of lips.

"You can't tease a man like that, Juushirou," he whined, planting a row of kisses down Juushirou's pristine neck. He tasted… clean, somehow. Maybe it was the fresh air, or whatever he'd done to prepare for this. Familiar and sweet against his tongue. Juushirou tilted his head back to give Shunsui more room to work with.

"Now we know you've earned it," he said, knocking Shunsui's hat off to thread his fingers through his hair. Something in his voice made Shunsui look up, and he froze by what he saw. There was nothing but mischief in Juushirou's beautiful face. He was grinning, he was happy, and Shunsui loved him like this the most.

Of course, the fact he was lying on top of him while Juushirou wore nothing but a haori didn't hurt matters, particularly not his blood circulation. He settled, kneeling above Juushirou so he could watch as he undressed him fully. The haori slipped from slender shoulders to the grass, and Shunsui could only stare at the impeccable body revealed beneath him. Unmarred. The usually sickly pallor was incredibly alluring in this light.

Shunsui ran his fingers over Juushirou's torso, mapping his way from the defined collarbone down a pale chest to his ribs, his flat stomach. Juushirou shivered under his touch. He slowly released his hands from his discarded haori and ran them over Shunsui's neck, tangling in his curly hair once more.

"Earned what, exactly?" Shunsui asked, a cheeky smile forming on his lips as he felt Juushirou pull him down.

"Why don't I show you?"

Finally, their lips met. Shunsui let a small sigh escape into Juushirou's mouth at how good it felt, like this, right now. He was incredibly comfortable - Juushirou's body pliant beneath him, addictive lips parting for him alone - but there was still an urgency buzzing in him to do more, to conquer what he had been questing for. Thrill of the chase, perhaps. Juushirou liked the attention, he could tell.

Graceful legs started digging into Shunsui's haori, and it was an incredible feeling to be fully clothed when Juushirou was completely bare before him. He could reach out and take. His hands rested firmly on Juushirou's hips as their tongues met, knocking what was left of his breath out of him. Juushirou's fingertips drew circles on his neck, and Shunsui didn't even know why he found it so distracting, and invigorating.

He rocked against him, forgetting there was nothing but a haori to separate Juushirou's back from wet grass and harsh ground. Juushirou didn't seem to mind, going by the ragged moans he made when their hips ground together.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it?" Shunsui asked, not stopping his relentless hips.

The other man nodded, panting against Shunsui's ear. "The weather was nice. Kaien took care of everything for the weekend. And I'm feeling well, now."

Shunsui couldn't help but chuckle. "I can see that." He leaned further down, brushing Juushirou's cheek with his own, delighted to find it warm. He was warm all over, and a flush blossomed on his skin. Running around would do that to you, Shunsui guessed. Plus - he reached down, trailing his hand from white hipbones to groin - oh, yes, he was already hard. "Always full of surprises, aren't you?"

His answer seemed stuck in his throat as Shunsui's hand stroked his cock lazily. When he left it Juushirou sighed, his hips more demanding. All in good time. His hand returned to Juushirou's hips, then ghosted further, up his thighs, the legs wrapping themselves around his waist.

Juushirou's hold became tighter, and his head tipped back, presenting Shunsui with a sight he could never resist - Juushirou's outstretched neck. He dipped lower and ran a row of open-mouthed kisses over the smooth skin, occasionally giving light nips to keep Juushirou guessing.

When he picked up the pace of his thrusts in time with giving Juushirou's neck a harsh suck, the other captain arched beautifully, tense muscles contracting under his fingers. Shunsui stopped abruptly when he heard Juushirou hiss.

"No," Juushirou whispered, "don't stop, just - spread your haori on the ground as well, so it'll be more comfortable."

Shunsui cursed himself, and simply couldn't keep the worry out of his voice when he asked, "Sure you're not uncomfortable? I could probably suspend it with kido or -"

"Shunsui," Juushirou cut him off, seriousness slowly creeping over his light-hearted features.

"We could switch -"

"Shunsui. I need you now."

Well, that evaporated pretty much anything other than desire in Shunsui's mind. He kissed Juushirou again, as somewhat of an apology, or maybe just because he had to. "Then you, spread your legs."

Juushirou smiled again, but it was more aroused than anything. His legs left Shunsui's hips to rest on either side of him, and Shunsui felt the need to close in on him again. Maybe to keep him warm. He dismissed that urge and simply shrugged his haori off.

Now, for more pressing matters… He tore his eyes away from Juushirou and looked around. He guessed Juushirou would bring at least some sort of - his eyes caught a bottle by a near tree trunk, and he grinned. Oil. Practical as ever, aren't you?

"Oh, how I love you," he uttered to no one in particular and crawled to the side, reaching over.

When he turned around once more, Juushirou was lying in a somewhat lazy position on both their white and pink haori, legs folded. He was staring at the sky, a wistful expression on his face. He could have seemed so tranquil if it weren't for the impatient flexing of fingers, or the erection between his legs.

"I hope you're still with me," Shunsui said as he moved closer, resuming their previous position. Of course, the layers under Juushirou made Shunsui feel much better, and the bottle in his hand seemed to make everything a lot more immediate.

"Yes, very much so." Juushirou looked at his face, but the moon reflected in his eyes made Shunsui uncertain who had his attention. As if to make a point, Juushirou dragged his hand up Shunsui's side, fluttering over his neck and then tickling his beard, caressing his cheek.

"Though I think it would be fair for you to take off all your clothes. I wouldn't want to feel deviant."

Shunsui chuckled. Even though Juushirou had planned all of this for him, with an unmistakable amount of cunning, he didn't argue the point, and went to remove his brilliant sash. Surprised, he looked down to find it was already undone. Something must have possessed Juushirou tonight.

"Are you really well?" he asked, avoiding Juushirou's eyes by removing his hakama, and finally stripping to his fundoshi.

"I missed you."

Shunsui's throat tightened. There was something far deeper than lust in Juushirou's voice. It wasn't really a game anymore, was it? He got rid of his fundoshi as well and put on his best smile, looking up. "Aw, you know I can't resist that face."

He dipped lower to steal another kiss, interrupting Juushirou's amused snort. "I missed you too, Juushirou. But now I have you all to myself." He straightened up again with a renewed glint in his eyes, the cap already rolling off the bottle.

Juushirou's fingers wound themselves in the haori and gripped tightly when Shunsui poured some oil on his body. It was a spontaneous decision, really. He had every intention of slicking himself up and preparing Juushirou, but then… Well, he always had trouble controlling himself around the other man. It was almost mystifying how much, when given the option; he would do anything to be with Juushirou, as close as humanly possible. And he did miss touching him like this.

He ran oiled fingers down Juushirou's torso, eyes fixed on the trails it left behind. It was mesmerizing. The pale skin glistened, shining in the moonlight in tracks of oil, spread erratically down his stomach, over his chest, his hands. Shunsui took his time, playing.

Of course, the more his fingers explored, the more Juushirou writhed for him. Spectacular. He was getting even harder just watching and feeling him, his hands moving smoothly all over Juushirou's body. "You're glowing under me, Juushirou."

"Shunsui, please…" his eyes were shut, his head lolled back.

Shunsui's breath was caught in his throat. Playtime's over. His hands hastily moved down Juushirou's sleek body to his legs, lifting them up. Juushirou bended his knees and spread his legs further; there was no telling if he was keening or just extremely manipulative.

Whatever it was, it worked. Shunsui reached under him, running a finger from his thigh to his buttocks, slipping between the cheeks. He halted, but Juushirou only nodded vehemently and hissed again. Shunsui needed his permission, and always would, just like entering Juushirou's body would always be a precious experience only they would share.

His finger finally slipped inside him, and Juushirou gave a long, satisfied sigh, resting his shoulders on the haori like that was all he needed, though he was moving his legs around Shunsui again, wordlessly asking for more.

Just watching him like this - pleased and yet playful, spread open under him and the moonlight, skin glowing and flushed with arousal - Shunsui's patience had finally reached its peak.

After so many centuries together, Shunsui knew just how Juushirou's body ticked. At his hands, he knew how to have Juushirou come undone just like this, and how long it would take him. The telltale signs had become second nature to Shunsui, so before they started, there was always that moment of observing and planning - though really, he was bracing himself.

His finger moved gently, deeply, then coupled by another, slowly again. They only did it rough on certain occasions, and at the moment Shunsui was so smitten by Juushirou's playful behavior he simply couldn’t go that way.

Electric shocks rushed through Shunsui's body when Juushirou's slick hand clasped over his cock, preparing him just as slowly (though the reasons for that were more of a necessity, as all the composure in the world couldn't have saved him now). He let out a groan when Juushirou's hand tightened, and Shunsui matched the rhythm with his fingers.

Finally, Juushirou nodded, and Shunsui took his cue. His fingers left Juushirou's body and instead reached back to grab his ankles, bending his legs double to rest them on his shoulders. Juushirou scooted back, eyes wide and staring up at Shunsui, almost dreamy. He seemed like a vision again, ethereal, and Shunsui's hands tightened around him involuntarily to keep him there.

"Are you good?" he asked, leaving one big hand to grasp Juushirou's hip and steady him. Juushirou's own hand trailed down to wrap around Shunsui's cock once more, and line him up. His eyes were half-lidded as he nodded. Another cue.

Shunsui took a deep breath and finally pushed inside him, memorizing - savoring every second of the sweet penetration, of Juushirou engulfing him in the fullest sense, and the best way, possible. They didn't exchange words, only long moans and deep sounds, tender as caresses over his skin.

Juushirou's eyes were closed again, his plump lips tugged into his mouth by white teeth. His hands left the rumpled haori and searched blindly for Shunsui, wrapping around his neck and slightly lifting his torso. Limber as ever. Shunsui intended to chuckle but it turned out as more of a gasp, when Juushirou moved his hips.

Still, Shunsui wouldn't move his just yet. He could have, he could have fucked him silly and made them come in ten minutes, but the moment seemed too precious to ruin. Right now, he wanted to watch Juushirou move.

His hips were slow and steady, his hands tight around Juushirou as the other's legs bent further, bringing Shunsui down. He ended up lying on top of Juushirou, their naked bodies pressed together almost fully, sharing warmth and beads of sweat and pleasure, slow and torturous and powerful.

Juushirou's eyes opened, and they were so deep and near and focused on him, they sent a jolt down his spine. Then he realized - it wasn't a jolt, it was Juushirou's reiatsu, licking at his back again. Shunsui moaned again, breath ragged, and planted his lips onto Juushirou's neck. "I love you so much…" he muttered, and Juushirou let out a little appreciative sound, his legs digging into Shunsui's back as if to egg him on.

By then, he didn't need much egging on. His hands gripped Juushirou's hips even tighter and he righted himself, looking for any sign of discomfort as he finally drove into Juushirou fully and swiftly, almost resolutely. Determined to feel all of him at once, to be one with him.

Juushirou's fingers found purchase in the hair on Shunsui's nape, dragging out growls from his throat. There wasn't any discomfort in his eyes, only pleasure, satisfaction, all those things Shunsui would do anything to bring out in him. Incredible heat rolled off him and surrounded Shunsui, overtaking him.

Eyes getting hazy as he thrust forward, it was almost automatic - their bodies so familiar and fitted they seemed to be acting on their own accord. Shunsui was simply holding on and trying to breathe as he gave all he had to Juushirou.

He felt the sweat beads rolling off his back along with Juushirou's reiatsu strokes - which weren't teasing at all; they were unwavering, needy. His hips were needy, his stare was needy, and Shunsui was more than thrilled to deliver. Thrusting in him, holding onto his legs, feeling his hair brush Shunsui's cheek - it was better than anything.

It may have been quite a while since they'd last made time for each other, but the moves were still the same, and those telltale signs were very much evident. Juushirou's quickening breath, his stretching neck, his death grip on Shunsui's shoulders and the haori, his erratic hips all saying he was close. Damn, Shunsui probably wouldn't have been able to stop himself even if the signs weren't there.

Any resemblance of a rhythm was lost, instead Shunsui was going by emotion. Each random meeting of hips was precise and fulfilling, bringing them closer to the peak, sending ripples of pleasure to shoot through their systems. As close as humanly possible, Shunsui could feel every breath and sense every twitch of Juushirou's reiatsu, and cock, sense when he was ready.

Intense heat glided over him and greedy legs pulled him closer, forcing him to look up. When he had, Juushirou was nodding again, and Shunsui let out a small smirk when he raised both their hips and aimed, deep.

"Oh, damn," Juushirou uttered breathlessly as his body stiffened, his eyes shutting when waves of heady pleasure Shunsui could feel ran through him, making him shudder and take in gulps of air. His head thrashed - then his body thrashed, convulsing in Shunsui's arms and tightening around his cock and around his back, almost squeezing the climax out of him.

Shunsui's eyes drifted shut and he cried out unabashedly, haziness and rapture and sharp and Juushirou rattling him from the core, so exquisite and perfect. Even that many years couldn't possibly dilute such a thing, just like they couldn't wear out Juushirou. Still sweet, still amazing, still intense.

Juushirou's legs left him slowly as recuperation took over the muddle of sex and ecstasy. They didn't part, instead embracing each other. It was ridiculous for them to do this in the middle of a garden deep into the night, but everything made sense as long as Juushirou was with him. So Shunsui, as always, threw caution to the wind and, after slipping out of Juushirou and attempting to wipe off the come on the other's belly, simply sank down into his arms.

He was too astounded by Juushirou's faraway gaze to close his eyes and drift off. Juushirou always looked amazing like this, sweaty and pleased and dazed, almost delirious, alive, and the moonlight reflected in his glassy eyes only amplified it.

"What?" Juushirou asked, catching him staring.

Shunsui put on a cheeky grin. "You look so cute like this, Ukitake~"

The other man snorted, covering his face. Shunsui hummed in victory, burying his face in Juushirou's neck. "You'll always have your way."

"I should hope so," Juushirou said.

Shunsui felt his chest reverberate with the words, with hums and secrets and illness. For once, it didn't matter. He didn't know how long they had stayed there, but he would have been perfectly content with spending the night.

"We should get out of here, I think, before it becomes too cold." Of course, Juushirou, still practical, thought differently.

He grinned, a plan already formed. "Oh, but Ukitake, you can't leave." He leaned up, and gave Juushirou's chin a friendly nibble. "I hid your clothes."

Yes, Juushirou had about ten spares in Shunsui's quarters, merely feet away. Shunsui knew he would play along anyway.

Juushirou raised an eyebrow, smiling slowly. "And what would I have to do to gain them back?"

Now, it was Shunsui's game.

END