That Other Time
Eyes, always closed, always smiling, wide with some other pleasure.
The proud feeling, that she had gotten Ichimaru to drop his guard and submit did not go away for a long time. How he had petted her hair, running loose fingers through dark strands. The condescending pat on the head, as he regained control, and took away her own.
He had spoke something, in that particular way of his, that she knew irritated her brother. She didn't mind, she had heard worse and while it wasn't soothing, it didn't grate. It reminded her of a time, where she was hungry and needy, but always could choose her own way. Perhaps that was why she had leaned down, too short to kneel, or yes, that was it, he was too tall, and placed her lips around Ichimaru's penis. To annoy her brother, silently, and giving Ichimaru that extra reason to smile knowingly at her brother.
It pained her, but, that she shamed her brother. He would never approve of Ichimaru. Just like he could never approve of her.
They never spoke of it, and she never lowered herself to Ichimaru's bed again, even if he was a Captain. Sometimes, when they met alone again, he would grin, deadly and amused, and she would feel a shadow of fear.