Test
“Test.” You say, and before you know it, Captain Creepy takes your hand and folds it within his.
“Well well, if it isn’t _______-san.”
“Rangiku, can I pick again?” You ask, knowing the answer before she laughs and says,
“No, that’s against the rules! Alright, lovebirds, the closet is ready and waiting!” With that cheerful pronouncement, she grabs you both and all but throws you into said closet.
The door slams and you immediately pull yourself off Mayuri, scrambling to the other side of the closet. “No, I am not going to be one of your experiments, you freak.”
You hear a shuffling sound as Mayuri picks himself up off the floor and begins dusting off his captain’s haori. “Why would I experiment on you? You’re not particularly interesting—just a shaman, that’s all. Hardly spectacular, although you may be one of the only humans allowed to travel freely between worlds… That might be worth studying.”
“Bite me, Captain Kurotsuchi.”
“Such insolence—you should be honored I would even consider it, if only for a moment.”
You growl under your breath. “Stay on the other side of the closet and we won’t have any issues. Like me breaking your face.”
“An interesting thought. However, I have no intention of remaining over here when a perfectly viable test subject is sitting across from me.” You hear him move and, panicking, lash out with a mule kick that lands perfectly. Captain Kurotsuchi collapses, nursing his lower anatomy.
“You little witch!”
“Stay back! You killed Uryu’s grandfather, you—“ Just the thought brings your blood to a full broil and you decide to forget about staying away and just thrash the guy.
Hurtling across the small space, you crash into him; Kurotsuchi’s arms snap closed around you like bands of steel—he’s unnaturally strong for a freaky science crackpot—and your mouth is smothered by his. His honey gold eyes bore into yours.
The kiss is intoxicating, hot, Mayuri’s tongue stroking the line of your teeth. He turns his head slightly, and the kiss begins anew, your mouth and his meshing as your hands clamp shut on his lean waist, fingers digging into warm skin.
Mayuri moves quickly but efficiently, pressing his lips to the bare spot just under your chin as he maneuvers you beneath him. One leg wraps around his back, and you’re barely aware you’ve done it until Mayuri, with a grunt of satisfaction, sinks his teeth into your throat. “You were saying?”
His voice startles you out of the haze and almost immediately you scramble out from under him, eyes spitting fire. “Freak.”
Mayuri studies you, a bare sheen of sweat decorating the powerful lines of his shoulders. For a scientist… You stop yourself, disgusted.
Leaning up on an elbow, the Captain smirks. “You’re worth a closer look—not many women can hate a man and still kiss like that.”
“For the last time, I am not going to be one of your experiments!” Your heart is racing, your face red, your lips tingling. Mayuri motions to you to come closer, and you do, fists tightly balled. If he makes a wrong move, you swear you’ll kill him.
“Too late—only a worthy experiment could provoke so much curiosity. Now come here, and let me study you properly.”
Whatever you’d been thinking before flies out of your head when his lips crash into yours, his fingers curling around the back of your neck as he works the buttons of your shirt open. One big hand splays on your belly, making you quiver.
“This requires more tests.” He murmurs into the shell of your ear, before his tongue darts forth and laps gently at your neck. “I wonder what you would do if I did this…?” Ducking his head, Mayuri presses a furious, burning kiss to your heart.
You swallow hard, fingers locked in his hair, as Mayuri slips both hands under you and lifts you into his lap. Locking your legs around his waist, he begins ravishing the length of your throat, nipping your collarbone, all the while pressing himself closer to you.
“You are a Rubik’s cube, ________, and one that is infinitely more fun to solve than the real thing… Come to my office in the 12th Division after the party.” Straightening his clothes, Mayuri deposits you on the floor in front of him and quickly buttons the front of your shirt, while you stare at him in mute disbelief. “You’ll find, ________, that I am also difficult to understand, and you may wish… to take some samples.”
He kisses you briefly on the mouth and pulls you upright.
“What just happened?” You ask, more dazed than you should have been.
Mayuri, smug as always, chuckles. “We ran some diagnostic tests and got some intriguing results. We must study these reactions further.”
“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”
With a snort, he rolls his eyes. “I’ll grant you your simple interpretation, woman. Just be at my office in an hour. We have to finish the experiment.”
The door opens just a crack, and Nemu’s voice says, “Captain, Lieutenant Matsumoto asked me to tell you to vacate the room. The next couple is ready.”
Mayuri goes out first, and you follow. What a weird night. “Freak,” you mutter behind his back.
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