[Bleach] Ficlets II
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dracoqueen22a/n: No Flash Fiction today. Who knew the New Year would start off so busy? Yowza. But I do bring you the last of my Never-to-be-Finished Bleach ideas. The ones where I got a good bit going, and then the muses abandoned me. Alas, alas. Still, enjoy.
Pairing: IchigoxIshida
Warnings: slash, language, NSFW
Ichigo's back hits the wall with an audible thump, Uryuu's hands pressed to his shoulders. Blue eyes are bright and flashing, ripe with emotion.
“You're so fucking annoying,” Ichigo snarls and bats away one of Uryuu's arms, only to reach up and tangle his fingers in silky black hair.
He jerks Uryuu toward him, their lips crashing together without a hint of gentleness. A wave of heat rises in Ichigo's chest as Uryuu huffs, hand slamming against the wall next to Ichigo's head.
“Then why are you still here?” Uryuu demands, mouth trailing sharp nips over Ichigo's jaw.
“I must be a glutton for punishment,” Ichigo says, free hand fisting in the Quincy's shirt and dragging Uryuu closer, bringing their bodies into delicious contact. Uryuu infuriates him like no one else, but damn, he can also make Ichigo hotter than anyone else.
“Hah.” Uryuu retorts, tonguing Ichigo's ear with merciless flicks of his tongue, hot and wet. “Masochist.”
“Sadist.”
Uryuu's hand slides down, palm roughly rubbing Ichigo's chest, directly over a nipple. Ichigo arches into his hand, his hips grinding against Uryuu's as one of the Quincy's knees presses between his legs. The pressure insistent against Ichigo's groin, where he needs it most, eliciting a groan from Ichigo.
Reiatsu rises in the air and Ichigo moans thickly, Uryuu's reiatsu pressing over him like a teasing buzz. So different than the weighty, oppressive feel of a Shinigami. Quincy reiatsu is like a shimmering vibration that pours over his body as though it were liquid, drowning him in a tidal wave of sensation.
“I think you like to argue just so it gives you a reason to give in to me,” Uryuu pants into his ear, fingers taking Ichigo's nipple in hand and pinching it ruthlessly.
Ichigo bucks against Uryuu, heat pooling in his groin, his cock throbbing against the pressure of his jeans, desperate for Uryuu's touch. “I don't need an excuse,” he grits out, one hand landing on Uryuu's hip, squeezing, dragging the Quincy closer to him so that they can grind together, a delicious dance of ecstasy that makes his spine tingle.
“You do,” Uryuu argues, his voice a breathless pant as his hand ceases tormenting Ichigo's nipple and wanders lower, groping at the belt and buckle of Ichigo's jeans. “You and your damned pride.”
Ichigo gasps as Uryuu's fingers drag down the zipper and grabs hold of Ichigo's length, giving him a light stroke. “You're... nnn... one to talk,” he says, and his head falls back, hitting the wall, as he bucks into Uryuu's fingers.
Title: Compromising Situations
Pairings: IchigoxUraharaxAizen
Warnings: slash, threesome, NSFW
Sousuke had wanted to rekindle old flames.
Ichigo had wanted Sousuke to keep his hands off his boyfriend.
And Kisuke... he had suggested a compromise.
Thus was the reason the three of them were found in this one location at this one point of time, watching each other across the space that separated them. The room was plain but comfortable, adequate to their needs. The bed was large enough to accommodate three and lacking the distractions of pillow or stuffed animals.
The question of limb placement and how one went about having a threesome hung heavy in the air between them, filling it with expectation. There was a sense of lust, above all else, and Kisuke himself was quite giddy. Of course he would be. He was the focus of attention for two very serious, dedicated men.
The concept of sharing was one that every child was taught since elementary school, from the first moment he or she began to make friends or grew to know his or her siblings. It was a vital concept, and one ingrained into every human being. But never in their life would either Sousuke or Ichigo expected to apply that concept to their lover. One did not share things that absolutely belonged to them.
And yet, Kisuke had suggested it nonetheless.
He was the first to shed his clothes, unashamedly pulling off green haori and sliding out of his geta. He was avidly watched as he dropped everything to the floor, saving the hat for last. It was set reverently to the side where it wouldn't be accidentally crushed or anything of the like. And then he stood there, returning their gazes with an even stare and cocking one hip to the side.
“Well?” Kisuke prompted, licking his lips purposefully. Heat thrummed through his veins. “Why am I the only one naked?”
Ichigo scowled and blushed; Sousuke merely smiled mysteriously.
“We were only appreciating the show, my dear Kisuke,” Sousuke assured him smoothly, taking great care to gradually remove his own clothing, all white and the complete opposite of a Shinigami's garb.
There was the taste of former lover there. Familiarity and perhaps a touch of bitterness for the unspoken that happened before. There was also the allure of the forbidden, the other side that he was supposed to be fighting. Yet, all “sides” had been left on the other side of the bedroom door. They weren't enemies here. None of them were, at least, not that sort.
Lusty rivals, perhaps, but not bitter enemies.
Ichigo, an enticing red tint to his cheeks, was much less smooth about his actions. He glowered in Sousuke's direction and refused to look at him as he turned to the side, reaching for his obi but not quite pulling it off yet.
“You're always the first to get naked,” he retorted, and Kisuke could tell that there was embarrassment in there. But he wasn't leaving, and that was the important thing. “Pervert,” Ichigo added with a snort.
Sousuke, meanwhile, was very obviously putting on a show for him. And Kisuke liked it indeed. The years had been good to his former lover and really he was torn. Because Sousuke looked very edible, but Ichigo's blush was enticing. He didn't know what he wanted first. He licked his lips in anticipation.
“So,” Ichigo began slowly, eyes carefully averted from Sousuke's gradually revealed body. His cheeks burned in a very attractive way as his clothes joined a haphazard puddle on the floor. “Ah... how are we going to... umm, do this?”
Decisions, decisions. Kisuke was giddy with the prospect of it. His two men, standing a scant few feet away from each other, oh-so-charming and naked. He almost didn't know where to start first.
Kisuke blindly found the bed and sat down on it, watching both men. “Ichigo, I think you should kiss Sousuke.”
“What?” his younger lover practically squawked, eyes round and wide. They darted to Sousuke briefly, dropping down before lifting back up and shifting back to the safety of the familiar – Kisuke. “Why?”
“Now, now, Kurosaki-kun,” Sousuke murmured, and there was a tone Kisuke recognized well. That seductive purr of voice that trickled down Kisuke's spine and never failed to turn him into a puddle of horny mush. “We should try to get along.”
He advanced on Ichigo, who looked very adorable torn between backing away from Sousuke and refusing to retreat. Determination darkened his brown eyes, and Kisuke's belly twisted with arousal at the sight of Sousuke stalking the other man. He watched as Sousuke lifted a hand, gently grasping Ichigo's chin.
He said something under his breath that Kisuke couldn't quite hear, that made Ichigo's eyes narrow briefly. But then Sousuke lowered his head, slanting his mouth over Ichigo's and kissed him. And damn if it wasn't the hottest thing that Kisuke had ever seen.
Ichigo struggled a bit at first, but Kisuke knew the skills that his former lover carried. Sousuke was too good at kissing for anyone to resist for long. And sure enough, a low something rumbled in Ichigo's chest and a hand slapped out blindly, grabbing Sousuke's arm and dragging him closer. His Ichigo was quite the passionate man once he got past his embarrassment.
Kisuke watched as Sousuke lifted his free hand, gliding his fingers down Ichigo's side, a teasing tickle that made goosepimples rise on the substitute's skin. Kisuke licked his lips, shifting on the bed with a faint squeak of springs. He felt the heat spreading through his body later, watching as their tongues tangled briefly, a messy meshing of lips.
Sousuke pulled back a few moments later, running his tongue over his lips as though to savor a particularly delicious flavor. “I had an inkling you would be delicious,” he purred, and predictably, Ichigo scowled through red cheeks.
“Shut up,” he hissed, without any real heat to it. “No one asked you.”
Sousuke just chuckled, and slanted his eyes at Kisuke. “Well, maestro, do you have any other instructions?”
He just barely refrained from clapping his hands together in glee. “I'm feeling a little left out over here,” Kisuke insinuated, spreading his legs to accommodate his stiffening cock. “Why don't you two make me feel more welcome?”
a/n: Ah, that second one. It really wanted to go places. I even had a deliciously smutty plan for how they'd all come together. But no, the muses wouldn't let it happen. Grah.
Flash fiction tomorrow. I promise.
Pairing: IchigoxIshida
Warnings: slash, language, NSFW
Ichigo's back hits the wall with an audible thump, Uryuu's hands pressed to his shoulders. Blue eyes are bright and flashing, ripe with emotion.
“You're so fucking annoying,” Ichigo snarls and bats away one of Uryuu's arms, only to reach up and tangle his fingers in silky black hair.
He jerks Uryuu toward him, their lips crashing together without a hint of gentleness. A wave of heat rises in Ichigo's chest as Uryuu huffs, hand slamming against the wall next to Ichigo's head.
“Then why are you still here?” Uryuu demands, mouth trailing sharp nips over Ichigo's jaw.
“I must be a glutton for punishment,” Ichigo says, free hand fisting in the Quincy's shirt and dragging Uryuu closer, bringing their bodies into delicious contact. Uryuu infuriates him like no one else, but damn, he can also make Ichigo hotter than anyone else.
“Hah.” Uryuu retorts, tonguing Ichigo's ear with merciless flicks of his tongue, hot and wet. “Masochist.”
“Sadist.”
Uryuu's hand slides down, palm roughly rubbing Ichigo's chest, directly over a nipple. Ichigo arches into his hand, his hips grinding against Uryuu's as one of the Quincy's knees presses between his legs. The pressure insistent against Ichigo's groin, where he needs it most, eliciting a groan from Ichigo.
Reiatsu rises in the air and Ichigo moans thickly, Uryuu's reiatsu pressing over him like a teasing buzz. So different than the weighty, oppressive feel of a Shinigami. Quincy reiatsu is like a shimmering vibration that pours over his body as though it were liquid, drowning him in a tidal wave of sensation.
“I think you like to argue just so it gives you a reason to give in to me,” Uryuu pants into his ear, fingers taking Ichigo's nipple in hand and pinching it ruthlessly.
Ichigo bucks against Uryuu, heat pooling in his groin, his cock throbbing against the pressure of his jeans, desperate for Uryuu's touch. “I don't need an excuse,” he grits out, one hand landing on Uryuu's hip, squeezing, dragging the Quincy closer to him so that they can grind together, a delicious dance of ecstasy that makes his spine tingle.
“You do,” Uryuu argues, his voice a breathless pant as his hand ceases tormenting Ichigo's nipple and wanders lower, groping at the belt and buckle of Ichigo's jeans. “You and your damned pride.”
Ichigo gasps as Uryuu's fingers drag down the zipper and grabs hold of Ichigo's length, giving him a light stroke. “You're... nnn... one to talk,” he says, and his head falls back, hitting the wall, as he bucks into Uryuu's fingers.
Title: Compromising Situations
Pairings: IchigoxUraharaxAizen
Warnings: slash, threesome, NSFW
Sousuke had wanted to rekindle old flames.
Ichigo had wanted Sousuke to keep his hands off his boyfriend.
And Kisuke... he had suggested a compromise.
Thus was the reason the three of them were found in this one location at this one point of time, watching each other across the space that separated them. The room was plain but comfortable, adequate to their needs. The bed was large enough to accommodate three and lacking the distractions of pillow or stuffed animals.
The question of limb placement and how one went about having a threesome hung heavy in the air between them, filling it with expectation. There was a sense of lust, above all else, and Kisuke himself was quite giddy. Of course he would be. He was the focus of attention for two very serious, dedicated men.
The concept of sharing was one that every child was taught since elementary school, from the first moment he or she began to make friends or grew to know his or her siblings. It was a vital concept, and one ingrained into every human being. But never in their life would either Sousuke or Ichigo expected to apply that concept to their lover. One did not share things that absolutely belonged to them.
And yet, Kisuke had suggested it nonetheless.
He was the first to shed his clothes, unashamedly pulling off green haori and sliding out of his geta. He was avidly watched as he dropped everything to the floor, saving the hat for last. It was set reverently to the side where it wouldn't be accidentally crushed or anything of the like. And then he stood there, returning their gazes with an even stare and cocking one hip to the side.
“Well?” Kisuke prompted, licking his lips purposefully. Heat thrummed through his veins. “Why am I the only one naked?”
Ichigo scowled and blushed; Sousuke merely smiled mysteriously.
“We were only appreciating the show, my dear Kisuke,” Sousuke assured him smoothly, taking great care to gradually remove his own clothing, all white and the complete opposite of a Shinigami's garb.
There was the taste of former lover there. Familiarity and perhaps a touch of bitterness for the unspoken that happened before. There was also the allure of the forbidden, the other side that he was supposed to be fighting. Yet, all “sides” had been left on the other side of the bedroom door. They weren't enemies here. None of them were, at least, not that sort.
Lusty rivals, perhaps, but not bitter enemies.
Ichigo, an enticing red tint to his cheeks, was much less smooth about his actions. He glowered in Sousuke's direction and refused to look at him as he turned to the side, reaching for his obi but not quite pulling it off yet.
“You're always the first to get naked,” he retorted, and Kisuke could tell that there was embarrassment in there. But he wasn't leaving, and that was the important thing. “Pervert,” Ichigo added with a snort.
Sousuke, meanwhile, was very obviously putting on a show for him. And Kisuke liked it indeed. The years had been good to his former lover and really he was torn. Because Sousuke looked very edible, but Ichigo's blush was enticing. He didn't know what he wanted first. He licked his lips in anticipation.
“So,” Ichigo began slowly, eyes carefully averted from Sousuke's gradually revealed body. His cheeks burned in a very attractive way as his clothes joined a haphazard puddle on the floor. “Ah... how are we going to... umm, do this?”
Decisions, decisions. Kisuke was giddy with the prospect of it. His two men, standing a scant few feet away from each other, oh-so-charming and naked. He almost didn't know where to start first.
Kisuke blindly found the bed and sat down on it, watching both men. “Ichigo, I think you should kiss Sousuke.”
“What?” his younger lover practically squawked, eyes round and wide. They darted to Sousuke briefly, dropping down before lifting back up and shifting back to the safety of the familiar – Kisuke. “Why?”
“Now, now, Kurosaki-kun,” Sousuke murmured, and there was a tone Kisuke recognized well. That seductive purr of voice that trickled down Kisuke's spine and never failed to turn him into a puddle of horny mush. “We should try to get along.”
He advanced on Ichigo, who looked very adorable torn between backing away from Sousuke and refusing to retreat. Determination darkened his brown eyes, and Kisuke's belly twisted with arousal at the sight of Sousuke stalking the other man. He watched as Sousuke lifted a hand, gently grasping Ichigo's chin.
He said something under his breath that Kisuke couldn't quite hear, that made Ichigo's eyes narrow briefly. But then Sousuke lowered his head, slanting his mouth over Ichigo's and kissed him. And damn if it wasn't the hottest thing that Kisuke had ever seen.
Ichigo struggled a bit at first, but Kisuke knew the skills that his former lover carried. Sousuke was too good at kissing for anyone to resist for long. And sure enough, a low something rumbled in Ichigo's chest and a hand slapped out blindly, grabbing Sousuke's arm and dragging him closer. His Ichigo was quite the passionate man once he got past his embarrassment.
Kisuke watched as Sousuke lifted his free hand, gliding his fingers down Ichigo's side, a teasing tickle that made goosepimples rise on the substitute's skin. Kisuke licked his lips, shifting on the bed with a faint squeak of springs. He felt the heat spreading through his body later, watching as their tongues tangled briefly, a messy meshing of lips.
Sousuke pulled back a few moments later, running his tongue over his lips as though to savor a particularly delicious flavor. “I had an inkling you would be delicious,” he purred, and predictably, Ichigo scowled through red cheeks.
“Shut up,” he hissed, without any real heat to it. “No one asked you.”
Sousuke just chuckled, and slanted his eyes at Kisuke. “Well, maestro, do you have any other instructions?”
He just barely refrained from clapping his hands together in glee. “I'm feeling a little left out over here,” Kisuke insinuated, spreading his legs to accommodate his stiffening cock. “Why don't you two make me feel more welcome?”
a/n: Ah, that second one. It really wanted to go places. I even had a deliciously smutty plan for how they'd all come together. But no, the muses wouldn't let it happen. Grah.
Flash fiction tomorrow. I promise.
