's Twin Souls Universe
Jyuushiro & ShunsuiWord Count:
Sexual content, hand job, anal, Spoilers:
None whatsoever for anything canon. Very, very minor spoiler allusions to Liralen's main story arc.Summary:
Jyuushiro and Shunsui spend some time alone.A/N:
: As many of you know, I write with liralen
. She was working on Twin Souls long before I showed up, however, and I read that story long before we began working together. I love her rendition of the Bleach world and these men very much. So when theablackthorn
requested "Jyuushiro and Shunsui" on my Prompt Fest over on Y!Gallery a couple of months back, I jumped at the chance to write not only those two men, but *Liralen's* version of them. As I knew, without a doubt, that any effort to write them would turn into Liralen's men whether I meant it to happen or not, for they are that ingrained in me. It was lovely to get to write in Liralen's world, as she writes so amazingly in mine. Thank you Thea, and thank you Liralen for letting me play. It was satisfying on so many levels. *grins*
So many nights, so much closeness, and still, somehow, Shunsui was left to lie on his side, back to his bedmate, wanting. Low flame flickered from an oil lamp, and the click of knitting needles was comforting. Jyuushiro sat propped on a mound of pillows, quietly working, and Shunsui was no closer to sleep now than he'd been half an hour ago.
Shunsui couldn't stop thinking of a spring day, long ago, when a man whose name was now lost to Shunsui visited the family home. A walk in the garden led to a grapple in the forest, and Shunsui's hands balled into fists, remembering the sensation of bark beneath fingertips and nails. His body clenched in mimicry of endorphin rush, but it was a weak, faint imitation of its former self. The memory used to keep him warm on long, lonely nights, when women didn't fall to his wiles or when he didn't wish for company of any sort, preferring solitude. Now, though, the recollection paled next to the light Jyuushiro shone on Shunsui's life.
It was no simple thing, the desire he held for Jyuushiro, who was, Shunsui knew, much more than friend or lover or comrade. More than classmate or sparring partner. It got so tangled and disheveled when Shunsui tried to put a title to the complexity that Shunsui had stopped trying. Jyuushiro was the man who made it easier to sleep at night, their beds pressed together in the room they shared. Jyuushiro was the man whose touch made Shunsui almost angry at himself for thinking the comfort of anyone else's arms had ever been real
. Trysts had their place, love was to be treasured, relationships were never for naught, but Jyuushiro...
"What are you thinking?" Jyuushiro asked, a pinprick of worry coloring his reiatsu.
"Of a man in the wood."
Jyuushiro shifted, pressed alongside Shunsui. "Unpleasant...?"
"No. Just very different, now."
A pause, and terribly gentle lips touched Shunsui's neck. Since the night Kaoru revealed a secret to Jyuushiro and they'd walked the line of physical experimentation, the practice of release before bed had become commonplace. Only when they could, only when Jyuushiro said he was capable, and Shunsui made sure to listen to his friend's judgment of self, hating the idea of Jyuushiro shivering in his arms and full of something akin to rejection, again. Shunsui closed his eyes, found Jyuushiro's hand, and slid it over his hip to rest on his stomach.
"Is there something you want?" Jyuushiro whispered.
"Always." Shunsui chuckled, and Jyuushiro smiled against skin.
"Perhaps this, then?" Jyuushiro's fingers trailed to brush the top of Shunsui's ass.
Shunsui didn't need clarification; not when Jyuushiro's reiatsu trembled like that before sweeping over him in a caressing wave. "If you're certain you're..." Shunsui swallowed. "If you wish."
"I don't know how good it will be," Jyuushiro said, reaching over Shunsui for provisions they kept in the nightstand.
The honesty hurt, and Shunsui caught Jyuushiro's wrist. He sucked in a breath at the want and heat in Jyuushiro's green eyes. There was also caution, regard, respect, and all of it echoed in the power ebbing around Shunsui. "It's you," he said, simply, and let his reiatsu mingle with his partner's. He didn't try to hold back the memory, ache, confusion, or, Shunsui supposed, need for further proof that this
-- whatever it was -- would forever be different.
The kiss became a game: how to rearrange without losing contact. Jyuushiro laughed, soft and throaty, while the two of them rolled, Shunsui straddling Jyuushiro's hips. The sound of amusement morphed into greed when Shunsui palmed Jyuushiro's growing arousal, fed it life with full strokes while their mouths danced. Shunsui watched Jyuushiro, savored the flush, the gasps. Jyuushiro found Shunsui's gaze, matched and held it, and Shunsui covered Jyuushiro in barrier and oil. He took some onto his fingers, reached behind himself, and let loose a groan as he circled entrance, spreading and penetrating in a shallow plunge.
Jyuushiro stilled Shunsui's attention. "Too much... to take that and also see you ready yourself."
Shunsui made a helpless sound because the tone and the answering flare of fire in the oceanic safety surrounding them was a kind of perfection that fit like the missing piece within Shunsui's soul. He nodded, rose, lined up, and allowed the pressure, push, sink, and slide wipe out all else but the physical.
Jyuushiro muffled a cry, curling toward Shunsui. Their lips found each other, stifling calls of shock and demanding syllables. Shunsui's body grew accustomed to Jyuushiro in moments, and he lifted, fell, pivoted until both of them shook with the newness and the amazement. Jyuushiro picked up the rhythm without issue, answered it with lifted swings of hips. A slick, warm fist grasped Shunsui's cock, pumped it with a vicious and delicious pace. Practiced resolve kept their reiatsu in check, and it spurred and stirred them to endgame far quicker than mere friction.
"Going to--!" Shunsui barely had the chance to issue warning before orgasm took him, made his ears ring with the roar of thunder after lightning struck his core. Jyuushiro's teeth marked his shoulder, and Jyuushiro braced to slam up and into Shunsui with jarring thrusts. Each one shoved a gritty sound from Shunsui's lungs, and he clung to Jyuushiro until his lover froze, breath stuttering, and collapsed into the wall of damp pillows.
For long seconds, they recovered in the aftermath of new ways to be together. "Needed that," Shunsui said, forehead against Jyuushiro's.
"That was... I... we..." Jyuushiro's attempts at language dissolved into a hum.
"Exactly." Shunsui's grin was answered with a tired smile. He cupped Jyuushiro's chin, kissed the sated man, and got them cleaned up. Jyuushiro straightened blankets, snuffed the lamp, and they lay down, side-by-side. Shunsui held Jyuushiro, and loved it when he got tugged closer. He kissed white hair, put a hand over Jyuushiro's heart, and slept, dreaming only of making new memories with his dearest friend.~*~