Eight Division Captain's Office

Her hands clenched into fist her body arching into his as she bit at her bottom lip. Whimpers, moans and squeaks mixed into one as Kairo had his way with her on his captain's desk. Her legs started trembling as flashes of hot and cold pleasures ran though her body. She tugged at her hands again for Kairo to release her as he still held her firmly, but gently in place.

"Kai..." Naomi whimpered tugging on her arms again. "I just want to touch you." 

Kairo groaned as she pushed against him in the only way she could with the way he had her pinned right against him.  Green eyes dark with devious thoughts and still enjoying her struggles, he dipped down and nibbled on her pulse point.  He freed one hand to twist her nipple and sucked on the opposite one.   Waiting.

Her hand timidity went to his shoulder as she let her fingertips ghost down his spin then slowly come back up his side causing a low growl to rumble in his chest. She groaned loudly as he pushed deeper into her entrance as her breasts pushed forward begging him for more attention as her body shuttered in delight. Grinding her hips in rhythm with his she gasps when he hit that same spot again, her body tensing and hand tightening around his arm.

"Oh My..." she gasps. "Kai..."

"Through Thick and Thin":

Kairo strode down the hallway to his captain’s office, dressed in the black stealth uniform, red kimono thrown over it, but untied. His zanpakuto was tied to the hip of his dark uniform, nearly blending in. Since Soi Fon’s admittance into the Fourth Division, he had been acting as the Onmitsukido acting commander. Third Seat Shota had taken over as acting lieutenant of Eighth Division as well as continuing on with teaching the moves for the hopefuls who wanted to learn more skills of the Stealth Force. Between the two divisions, their captain usually kept pretty busy, but sometimes….

Sometimes, his best friend felt the weight of the cards dealt him.

Today, Kairo clutched a short message from Shota telling him that Tsukiro had become too quiet and still again.

Shota pushed off his leaning position against the door and Kairo pressed his shoulder.

“How bad is he?”

Shota Kato sighed. “He’s not eating again.”

Noticing the glint in his daughter’s boyfriend’s eye, he decided he better ask something else before he entered the room. “Captain Soi Fong?” The green eyes his daughter adored lost their jewel like appearance, shifting into hard jade. He sighed.

In the past couple months, he had been starting to see why the young man had warned his daughter away last night and why men as young as his captain and lieutenant were holding the two divisions together. If it wasn’t for the fact that the same depth of personality that hid the surfaced darkness held warmth and adoration for his daughter, he might have been worried. As it was, he moved aside.

“Good luck. I’ll keep any visitors at bay.”

Kairo nodded. As his possible father-in-law left the hall, he shed the red kimono, breathing in his lover’s fading scent, before setting it down. He didn’t want it ruined. Cursing Aizen, Vale, and every name the living world gave fate, he walked into his friend’s office, readying himself for another grim meeting.

Kairo’s jaded eyes darkened further into lead at each word and the resignation in his friend’s slouched form. Each time, his brother-at-arms had slipped since Soi Fong’s attack, he went further down the wrong road. And Kairo’s own hatred at the matter threatened to choke him. But again, the once assassin pushed it to the side, settling for the cold serenity of duty. He was the shadow again. What mattered was the master, his brother and better. He carried the burdens of two divisions on his shoulders, the captain. It was Kairo’s duty to take the rest. Even if he had to wrestle the feelings away from him again.

He clenched his fists and walked forward soundlessly.

“A stupid brat wouldn’t ever be daft enough to lie to my face,” the ninja responded from his left side. Tsukiro whirled. Kairo spun too, kicking the chair legs right from under him. Tsukiro’s chin slammed into the windowsill. In the momentary moment his master’s mind was frozen, Kairo pushed forwards.  "If I would have ever told you to get over her, I would have sent you chasing other women, quite possibly after I fucked another Tsukiro hopeful on his own desk and left a braided memento for him to remember the occasion.”

Kairo cursed under his breath as he stood up and followed his master, ignoring the broken door. He wasn’t completely locked behind his walls. If he had been, Kairo’s head would be throbbing, but Tsuki had held back. Taking a detour to the well, he grabbed a bowl full of water. Intercepting Tsuki in front of his rooms, he threw the water into his eyes. Tsukiro glared through his ruined hair at him and pushed him aside. Kairo tightened his grip on his master’s arm and flung him over his shoulder into the wall.

Tsukiro grunted and still didn’t attack, just rolled off the ground, coughing and stumbling up.

“I said leave me-”

Kairo knocked his head backwards with another punch.

“What a spoiled brat,” his shadow hissed, slapping him across the face. “You get hit with bad luck and you start teetering.” He kicked him in the gut. “It doesn’t matter if you had nothing to do with it.  Or there have been years of good. Because you know the person, it has to be your fault.” He flung him across the hallway farther away from the sleeping quarters. “Soi Fong was ten times the commander you are. She must have been drinking to have promoted you.”

Tsukiro’s eyes flashed for a moment. “It’s my-”

Kairo punched him in the collarbone, knocking the wind out of him, but his friend only stumbled back this time, not falling over.

Improvement.

Give in to it, Tsuki.

Kairo rushed him. Tsuki blocked once and again, Kairo swept his feet out from under him, rolling with his fall to pin him to the ground. “So tell me, Captain,” he spat, blood running between his eyes. Tsuki must have hit him once without him noticing. “What is the major plan behind sitting in a chair watching time flow by? You think if you wait long enough your family will come back to save your ass from this hell? Because if that’s the case, Aizen broke you on that day and you’re just a walking corpse waiting for his command to die. And the rest of us - even your girl and Soji - are nothing but shadows on the walls.”

Spots flashed before Kairo as he flew backwards, breaking through some doors. Head whirling from the hit, he clenched a hand and looked up at his best friend.  

Kairo let the silence stretch between them for a few moments as he gathered his thoughts and his senses. “You know,” he murmured, “Soi Fong would say that if she dies then she has served her purpose. Her work would be done. But that is the final scenario. No one thought Lieutenant Hinamori would come out of her coma, and she did.”

He looked over to his master. “Aizen wants Sojiro and Kita alive. You can trust to that much, and you know Kisuke will get them back. It’s better for them if any tension in regards to Ichimaru is taken out of the mission. It is not because you don’t care enough for them. And your work here will prevent others from suffering the same fate.  As you or they did."