Flash Fiction (Take 11 - Final Part)

[dracoqueen22]

a/n: Good evening, friends~ Today I bring you the final three flash fiction, which were quite a challenge but I turned out very pleased with them in the end. Please keep in mind that they are unedited.

For gypsygrrl420 
Prompt: Kenpachi/Shuuhei/Kensei, “What did he ever do to deserve this?”

Kenpachi, Shuuhei, and Kensei are characters from the anime/manga Bleach. NSFW. Warnings here for nudity, threesome, mentions of kink, language, and possible spoilers.

There are many days that Shuuhei questions his sanity. With peace a reality and no war looming on the horizon, those days are less and less. But not gone, as evidenced by the current situation.

It started with a question. An innocent – if not inappropriate – query, which resulted in Shuuhei being taken by each arm and escorted to the privacy of his quarters. His face burning as whistles and catcalls echoed in his wake, his two escorts ignoring them with the sort of dogged determination that never bodes well for Shuuhei's sanity.

Oh, he's sure to come tonight. Over and over until he can hardly breathe and he's exhausted and drained. But the road to getting there is long and fraught with teasing, toys, and the focus of two men who, let's face it, the focus of just one of them is enough to send lesser men screaming for the hills.

Shuuhei still doesn't know if it's courage that keeps him here, or just a lack of the better sense to walk away before they kill him with sex.

Right now, however, what's keeping him here is the fact that Kenpachi and Kensei are methodically stripping him of his shihakushou. Shuuhei isn't exactly protesting because hell, nudity is fine by him, especially when he knows what nudity leads to. Kissing and groping and blow jobs and more orgasms than he can count.

Sure this is all because Renji had asked a rather stupid question that Kenpachi had overheard and Kensei took as a challenge. And sure Shuuhei's the one stuck in the middle, the one who hadn't answered Renji's question quickly enough (who in the hell could?), and his lovers wanted to know. Like Shuuhei could just pick and say which one of them he preferred.

He's with them both! Isn't that all the answer needed?

But no. Kensei and Kenpachi are competitive to the max. Whether it's in a “friendly” spar that usually sends either one or both of them to the fourth division, grinning while dripping blood and barely breathing. Or whether it's seeing who can make Shuuhei scream the loudest, they love to compete.

By the gods, there's no way Shuuhei can be sane. What the hell did he do to deserve this?

This being Kensei pressing him down to the bed, kissing Shuuhei like he's trying to steal his breath. While Kenpachi wraps those long fingers around Shuuhei's already rock-hard erection and starts gripping and tugging in all the ways he knows Shuuhei likes.

Shuuhei whimpers and groans and moans, body twitching between the two captains, and all he can think is: This is going to be a long, long night.

 

For animelover1993 
Prompt: JaidenxEthan, “Take me or leave me”

Jaiden and Ethan are characters from my original fiction Synesthesia. Warnings here for hints of slash and language.

Jaiden sighed, rubbing fingers across his aching forehead. “You're being stubborn, Ethan,” he muttered.

Brown eyes flashed at him. “Of course I am! I don't know about you, but the idea of just up and leaving my home and my family doesn't sit well in my stomach,” Ethan argued, his shoulders squaring with annoyance.

The air crackled with tension; Jaiden could feel it in his senses, in the way his ability tightened and groaned. “I didn't say it was easy,” Jaiden replied, with more patience than he knew himself capable. “But it is necessary.”

“Well, it's not happening,” Ethan said, shaking his head. “If I'm so valuable--” This he said with a sarcastic drawl that made Jaiden twitch, “then the rest of your little organization can stay here, too.”

Jaiden exhaled sharply, trying to calm himself. “It doesn't work like that.”

“That's not my problem, it's yours,” Ethan retorted, and by the gods, he was stubborn! Probably the most stubborn Kinetic Jaiden had ever met, and that included Charlotte. “I can take of myself.”

“Yes, you've done a stunning job of it so far,” Jaiden drawled, with a pointed look at Ethan's bandaged arm and the scratches on his face.

The reddening of Ethan's cheeks seemed incongruent to his age. He looked away from Jaiden, crossing his arms. “Yeah, you protected me. Rub it in a little more,” he huffed.

Jaiden worked his jaw, trying not to sound condescending and figuring he'd pretty much failed in that regard. “Do you find it that hard to believe that I want you safe?”

“No. I'm a valuable commodity after all,” Ethan replied shortly.

“I didn't mean for Ektos, Ethan.”

A flurry of expressions crossed Ethan's face, making Jaiden wish he were an Empath. But then, even if he were, it wouldn't serve him any good right now. Just like Ethan's ability wasn't helping him understand what Jaiden truly meant.

Ethan sighed, and his arms dropped from his chest, fatigue making him seem that much more older. “You don't play fair,” he muttered, but Jaiden could see the response for what it was, a temporary concession if anything. “I'll think about it.”

Which was all Jaiden could ask.

 

For yamitoyoru 
Prompt: Aizen/Ichigo, Nothing ever changes

Sousuke and Ichigo are characters from the anime/manga Bleach. Warnings here for SPOILERS, slash, and an angsty Ichigo.

It's white everywhere he looks. White and black with very little to break up the monotony. Oh, there's a tree, a dead one. And sometimes a Hollow. There's a pale, pale moon casting an equally pale light and it's cold, not like any desert Ichigo's ever heard of. Bitterly cold. The type that seeps right through his clothes no matter how many layers he's managed to pile on.

It's Hueco Mundo and it's a dead world. A dead world that feels more like home to him than Soul Society or Seireitei ever have. There's something wrong with that. Why a place closer to Hell is more welcoming than the island closer to Heaven. It doesn't make sense and maybe that's what's wrong with the Living World as a whole. Ichigo doesn’t know; he just knows what his heart is telling him.

There's no breeze. No sun. No truly living being, but he feels like he belongs here. His Hollow half is settled, Zangetsu doesn't argue, and the odd sensation of being tugged in a thousand different directions isn't gripping his insides anymore.

Or maybe that's just because he's so numb.

“What are you thinking?” The words float through the silence, a prelude to the warm hands that settle on Ichigo's bare shoulders and then stroke down his bare arms.

He feels the warmth of his lover settle behind him, bare skin pressing to his bare back. “The view hasn't changed,” Ichigo says, though that's only part of the unsettled wandering that his mind has taken to as of late.

“Did you honestly expect it to?” Sousuke asks, amused, his words and lips a warm murmur at Ichigo's ear. It's enough to crack that numb feeling inside of him.

Ichigo tilts his head to the side, leaving room for Sousuke to mouth at his bare neck, a warm press of lips and tongue that makes Ichigo shiver. “No,” he admits. “It was just an observation.”

A noncommittal hum echoes in Sousuke's throat. “They're going to get their due, Ichigo. I promise you.”

And just like, Sousuke always seems to know what it is that's really bothering Ichigo, really making him contemplate why Hueco Mundo never changes and why it's Ichigo's home now, when by all rights, Karakura should be.

“I know,” Ichigo replies.

“Good,” Sousuke says. “Now come back to bed.” One command, at least, that Ichigo has no trouble obeying.
 

a/n: The last one is actually set in a previous universe from another flash fiction, this one in fact. It's trying to become a series, like my Lies and Promises 'verse. Darn plot bunnies won't stay down. lol

I do hope you enjoyed!

As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.