Flash Fic Friday (Take 11 - Part One)
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dracoqueen22a/n: Good afternoon! Today I bring the first three of nine pieces of flash fiction. As a reminder, these are unbeta'ed. Please enjoy!
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mandalee1013
Prompt: GinxIchigo, Minutes to Midnight, first times
Gin and Ichigo are from the anime/manga Bleach. Warnings here for boysmut, language, and NSFW. This can be considered part of the Minutes to Midnight universe
Forazardarkstar
Prompt: Urahara/Shinji, Buyer's Remorse, Urahara's scars
Kisuke and Shinji are characters from the anime/manga Bleach. This is NSFW, warnings of kiss between men, mentions of scars, spoilers. This is part of the Buyer's Remorse universe.
There's always a moment where Shinji's breath catches, especially as of late. He should know better by now. He's more than familiar with Kisuke's body, and he'd been there all those years ago. He'd seen what caused those scars. He'd been the one to try and heal them, too unskilled to completely erase their existence.
But recent circumstances have made the past suddenly more relevant, fresh in Shinji's mind, and when he pulls off Kisuke's clothes, bearing himself to humid air, there's a flash of thought, a second where Shinji's mind stutters. Not because Kisuke is a very attractive man – even though he is and that's enough to make arousal stir in Shinji's veins – but because of the raised lines that will never go away, that remind Shinji how very lucky Kisuke is.
The marks on his inner thighs are the brightest, perhaps for the delicateness of the skin. Four on the right, three on the left, long stripes of pink, raised flesh that slant downward toward his knees. Evenly spaced, like claw marks, which in essence is what they are. The highest arc of them are perilously close to Kisuke's groin and Shinji is always startlingly aware of them.
The ones on his stomach are deeper, more like gouges, but they healed better because of that. They are lighter, flatter, but still noticeable. Five of them, like someone had laid their palm on his belly and then dragged fingernails down toward his groin, digging in the nails just to see if it would hurt. Just to play like a cat with a new toy.
“You always stare at them,” Kisuke murmurs, his hands tangling in Shinji's hair as he drags the Vizard down closer for a kiss.
“Not always,” Shinji corrects, letting himself be pulled down, one palm resting against the futon for balance, the other stroking down Kisuke's side as his knee nudged against Kisuke's groin in such a way that they both groaned. “Just sometimes.”
“Why?”
It's not really something Shinji can put into words. It's not guilt. Or relief. Or a remembered burst of fury toward the cause of said scars. It's not even that Shinji needs the reminder to be careful or watch his back or that Kisuke must be best friends with Lady Luck. He doesn't have an answer, truth be told, so Shinji doesn't give one.
Shinji's hand slides from Kisuke's side to his belly, fingers stroking lightly over the scars. The bare touch makes Kisuke shiver, but not out of disgust, and that makes Shinji's lips curl with soft amusement.
“Because I can,” Shinji says and cuts off Kisuke's next words – sure to be rife with accusation and confusion – with a kiss. Better that way all around.
Fortruebluefool516
Prompt: Urahara/Ichigo, cheesy pick up lines
Kisuke and Ichigo are characters from the anime/manga Bleach. Light warnings for male/male kisses and spoilers.
Ichigo is trying to concentrate. Kisuke is not getting this concept.
“Your body must be Visa,” he drawls in Ichigo's left ear, voice a husky promise of what could happen if Ichigo would just put down the schoolbooks. “Because it's everywhere I want to be.”
Ichigo makes a face. “I'm studying,” he reminds his lover, and bends further over his book, shaking his head at the awfulness of Kisuke's words.
The shopkeeper hums in amusement. “That didn't work, huh? How about this one?” He gets closer, drapes himself across Ichigo's back, one hand trailing suggestively up and down Ichigo's bare, left arm. “I lost my phone number. Can I have yours?”
“You don't use a phone,” Ichigo says crossly and stares doggedly at the numbers, equations, and letters of his Calculus final.
Kisuke is undeterred, his front pressed warmly to Ichigo's back, his hair tickling the nape of Ichigo's neck, making the pressure in his jeans all the more noticeable. “Okay then. If your left leg was Thanksgiving and your right leg, Christmas... could I visit you between holidays.”
Ichigo's pen stops mid-solving and he turns his head, enough to catch Kisuke's eyes. “That was plain awful.” He grimaces. “Where the hell're you getting these from?”
“That's my secret,” Kisuke replies mischievously and takes the moment of Ichigo's distraction to swoop in for a kiss, a light peck on the lips accompanied by a teasing slide of his fingers down Ichigo's arm to encircle his wrists. “Baby, you must be a broom because you swept me off my feet,” Kisuke adds, the words a murmur against Ichigo's lips, his eyes dark with intent.
Ichigo sighs, free hand purposefully shoving papers and books further away from him on the desk. “You win,” he says, rolling his eyes at the childish look of glee on his supposedly older lover's face. “But only so you'll stop using those ridiculous lines.”
“They worked, didn't they?” Kisuke asks, stepping back enough to get a grip on Ichigo's desk chair and whirl the younger man to face him. His hands grip the arms as Kisuke leans forward, putting them nose to nose. “You're not studying anymore, are you?”
“Yes, yes, your powers of irritation are unparalleled,” Ichigo teases, getting a fistful of Kisuke's haori and dragging their mouths closer together with an audible growl, “So kiss me and get rid of this problem you started.”
“Your wish is my command.”
a/n: Six more to come! I do hope that you enjoyed! Feedback is always welcome and appreciated.
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mandalee1013 Prompt: GinxIchigo, Minutes to Midnight, first times
Gin and Ichigo are from the anime/manga Bleach. Warnings here for boysmut, language, and NSFW. This can be considered part of the Minutes to Midnight universe
It was awkward and Gin wasn't sure why. This sort of thing should come natural to him, to Ichigo. But then, neither of them had any real experience in this arena. Ichigo had none and as for Gin's experience, the less he spoke of it, the better. And he didn't care for the copious amounts of literature the perverted shopkeeper had given him either.
They kissed, and that much Gin was confident of. Ichigo's tongue moving carefully against his, their bodies pressed together, the heat in the room amplified by their twining reiatsu. Gin's heart pounding in his chest and Ichigo's face flushed, probably an echo of Gin's own. His hands stroking down Ichigo's back.
The kiss was slow and steady, explorative and tasty. Until Ichigo pulled away, his hands smoothing down Gin's chest before finding the obi, toying with the knot. His face burned with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment.
A low growl resonated in Ichigo's throat as he jerked the knot open and the obi fell by the wayside. “I don't know how to make this sexy,” he said, voice a touch exasperated, if only with himself. “So this is the best you're going to get.”
Gin's unsavory past experience fizzled away in the back of his mind. This was nothing like Matsumoto and he was glad for it. So damn glad that he wished he had a deity to thank for it.
“It doesn't have to be,” he said, feeling oddly confident now, oddly relieved. “The sex part comes after. Or during if you really want it that way.”
Ichigo's blush deepened, his ears turning red, but it didn't bank the heat in his eyes, or the desire and the intent. “You like embarrassing me, don't you?”
Gin chuckled to himself, tugging off his overrobe and letting it slither to the floor. “Only a little,” he admitted, and then reached for Ichigo, one hand curling around the teen's face to pull him in for a kiss as the other hooked in Ichigo's obi, loosening the knot so that it fell free.
Ichigo's noisy outcry was muffled by Gin's lips, and their bodies came together again, lacking one of several layers of clothing. It came easier after that, more natural, Gin's hands deftly peeling away layers of white as Ichigo struggled and quickly overcame the robes draped over Gin's figure.
When they finally came together, skin to skin, it was even simpler. Gin's mouth traced a hot trail across Ichigo's jaw, nibbling at his sensitive throat, making his lover moan. Ichigo's hands kneaded his skin, pressing them together, his arousal leaving a wet streak on Gin's thigh. The awkwardness faded, leaving behind desire and comfort, the twining of their reiatsu all the reassurance Gin ever needed.
They kissed, and that much Gin was confident of. Ichigo's tongue moving carefully against his, their bodies pressed together, the heat in the room amplified by their twining reiatsu. Gin's heart pounding in his chest and Ichigo's face flushed, probably an echo of Gin's own. His hands stroking down Ichigo's back.
The kiss was slow and steady, explorative and tasty. Until Ichigo pulled away, his hands smoothing down Gin's chest before finding the obi, toying with the knot. His face burned with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment.
A low growl resonated in Ichigo's throat as he jerked the knot open and the obi fell by the wayside. “I don't know how to make this sexy,” he said, voice a touch exasperated, if only with himself. “So this is the best you're going to get.”
Gin's unsavory past experience fizzled away in the back of his mind. This was nothing like Matsumoto and he was glad for it. So damn glad that he wished he had a deity to thank for it.
“It doesn't have to be,” he said, feeling oddly confident now, oddly relieved. “The sex part comes after. Or during if you really want it that way.”
Ichigo's blush deepened, his ears turning red, but it didn't bank the heat in his eyes, or the desire and the intent. “You like embarrassing me, don't you?”
Gin chuckled to himself, tugging off his overrobe and letting it slither to the floor. “Only a little,” he admitted, and then reached for Ichigo, one hand curling around the teen's face to pull him in for a kiss as the other hooked in Ichigo's obi, loosening the knot so that it fell free.
Ichigo's noisy outcry was muffled by Gin's lips, and their bodies came together again, lacking one of several layers of clothing. It came easier after that, more natural, Gin's hands deftly peeling away layers of white as Ichigo struggled and quickly overcame the robes draped over Gin's figure.
When they finally came together, skin to skin, it was even simpler. Gin's mouth traced a hot trail across Ichigo's jaw, nibbling at his sensitive throat, making his lover moan. Ichigo's hands kneaded his skin, pressing them together, his arousal leaving a wet streak on Gin's thigh. The awkwardness faded, leaving behind desire and comfort, the twining of their reiatsu all the reassurance Gin ever needed.
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azardarkstar Prompt: Urahara/Shinji, Buyer's Remorse, Urahara's scars
Kisuke and Shinji are characters from the anime/manga Bleach. This is NSFW, warnings of kiss between men, mentions of scars, spoilers. This is part of the Buyer's Remorse universe.
There's always a moment where Shinji's breath catches, especially as of late. He should know better by now. He's more than familiar with Kisuke's body, and he'd been there all those years ago. He'd seen what caused those scars. He'd been the one to try and heal them, too unskilled to completely erase their existence.
But recent circumstances have made the past suddenly more relevant, fresh in Shinji's mind, and when he pulls off Kisuke's clothes, bearing himself to humid air, there's a flash of thought, a second where Shinji's mind stutters. Not because Kisuke is a very attractive man – even though he is and that's enough to make arousal stir in Shinji's veins – but because of the raised lines that will never go away, that remind Shinji how very lucky Kisuke is.
The marks on his inner thighs are the brightest, perhaps for the delicateness of the skin. Four on the right, three on the left, long stripes of pink, raised flesh that slant downward toward his knees. Evenly spaced, like claw marks, which in essence is what they are. The highest arc of them are perilously close to Kisuke's groin and Shinji is always startlingly aware of them.
The ones on his stomach are deeper, more like gouges, but they healed better because of that. They are lighter, flatter, but still noticeable. Five of them, like someone had laid their palm on his belly and then dragged fingernails down toward his groin, digging in the nails just to see if it would hurt. Just to play like a cat with a new toy.
“You always stare at them,” Kisuke murmurs, his hands tangling in Shinji's hair as he drags the Vizard down closer for a kiss.
“Not always,” Shinji corrects, letting himself be pulled down, one palm resting against the futon for balance, the other stroking down Kisuke's side as his knee nudged against Kisuke's groin in such a way that they both groaned. “Just sometimes.”
“Why?”
It's not really something Shinji can put into words. It's not guilt. Or relief. Or a remembered burst of fury toward the cause of said scars. It's not even that Shinji needs the reminder to be careful or watch his back or that Kisuke must be best friends with Lady Luck. He doesn't have an answer, truth be told, so Shinji doesn't give one.
Shinji's hand slides from Kisuke's side to his belly, fingers stroking lightly over the scars. The bare touch makes Kisuke shiver, but not out of disgust, and that makes Shinji's lips curl with soft amusement.
“Because I can,” Shinji says and cuts off Kisuke's next words – sure to be rife with accusation and confusion – with a kiss. Better that way all around.
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truebluefool516 Prompt: Urahara/Ichigo, cheesy pick up lines
Kisuke and Ichigo are characters from the anime/manga Bleach. Light warnings for male/male kisses and spoilers.
Ichigo is trying to concentrate. Kisuke is not getting this concept.
“Your body must be Visa,” he drawls in Ichigo's left ear, voice a husky promise of what could happen if Ichigo would just put down the schoolbooks. “Because it's everywhere I want to be.”
Ichigo makes a face. “I'm studying,” he reminds his lover, and bends further over his book, shaking his head at the awfulness of Kisuke's words.
The shopkeeper hums in amusement. “That didn't work, huh? How about this one?” He gets closer, drapes himself across Ichigo's back, one hand trailing suggestively up and down Ichigo's bare, left arm. “I lost my phone number. Can I have yours?”
“You don't use a phone,” Ichigo says crossly and stares doggedly at the numbers, equations, and letters of his Calculus final.
Kisuke is undeterred, his front pressed warmly to Ichigo's back, his hair tickling the nape of Ichigo's neck, making the pressure in his jeans all the more noticeable. “Okay then. If your left leg was Thanksgiving and your right leg, Christmas... could I visit you between holidays.”
Ichigo's pen stops mid-solving and he turns his head, enough to catch Kisuke's eyes. “That was plain awful.” He grimaces. “Where the hell're you getting these from?”
“That's my secret,” Kisuke replies mischievously and takes the moment of Ichigo's distraction to swoop in for a kiss, a light peck on the lips accompanied by a teasing slide of his fingers down Ichigo's arm to encircle his wrists. “Baby, you must be a broom because you swept me off my feet,” Kisuke adds, the words a murmur against Ichigo's lips, his eyes dark with intent.
Ichigo sighs, free hand purposefully shoving papers and books further away from him on the desk. “You win,” he says, rolling his eyes at the childish look of glee on his supposedly older lover's face. “But only so you'll stop using those ridiculous lines.”
“They worked, didn't they?” Kisuke asks, stepping back enough to get a grip on Ichigo's desk chair and whirl the younger man to face him. His hands grip the arms as Kisuke leans forward, putting them nose to nose. “You're not studying anymore, are you?”
“Yes, yes, your powers of irritation are unparalleled,” Ichigo teases, getting a fistful of Kisuke's haori and dragging their mouths closer together with an audible growl, “So kiss me and get rid of this problem you started.”
“Your wish is my command.”
a/n: Six more to come! I do hope that you enjoyed! Feedback is always welcome and appreciated.
