Flash Fiction (Take Eight - Part Two)
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Prompt: Stark/Szayel, voluptuous
Stark and Szayel are property of Tite Kubo and Bleach. NSFW. Warnings for slashy porn. And some mild kink.
Formandalee1013 Prompt: IchigoKisuke, Lies and Promises Universe, “The Crow and the Butterfly”
Ichigo and Kisuke belong to Tite Kubo and Bleach. Warnings here for angst, and mentions of slashy romance.
a/n: Three more to go. Wow, you guys are really into this Lies and Promises universe, aren't you? Hope you enjoyed!
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yamitoyoru Prompt: Stark/Szayel, voluptuous
Stark and Szayel are property of Tite Kubo and Bleach. NSFW. Warnings for slashy porn. And some mild kink.
His fingers tiptoe down a bare abdomen, which rises and falls in a steady rhythm beneath his touch. The flesh beneath his fingers is alabaster pale, tinged pink, and oh-so-sensitive.
Stark grins, and lets his tongue follow the path of his fingers, tracing over skin that shouldn't taste sweet but does. Like spun sugar, the same to match the hair on his lover's head, and the thatch of bright pink at his groin.
Szayel sucks in air through his teeth as Stark nips at his bare belly and sticks his tongue in his navel, something that should tickle but doesn't. Freak that Szayel is, everything is a turn on. All Stark has to do is breathe.
Szayel moans when Stark's fingers trek over a prominent hipbone, and his tongue quickly follows, nibbling a love mark over the nub.
“You tease me,” Szayel accuses, his voice tight, his body taut with need. Sweat paints his pale, pale skin, giving it a delicious sheen.
Szayel's cock is hard and weeping, Stark swipes a thumb over the head of it just to prove his point, and Szayel's back arches beautifully. He cries out, but Stark grips him tightly again, preventing him from coming.
Stark's mouth moves lower, nibbling on the tender flesh of an inner thigh, one that marks even easier than the rest of Szayel's skin. “You like to be teased,” he returns with a breath of warm, moist air against Szayel's thigh.
“Not indefinitely!” Szayel argues, and when Stark looks up, Szayel is sucking his lower lip into his mouth, a hazy look of want and need in his ocher eyes.
Stark grins. “I'm not seeing a reason to hurry up yet,” he replies, and drags his nails down Szayel's abdomen, little red marks raising in his wake.
Szayel's breath quickens, his eyes dilate. And his reiatsu rises in the room, little more than a slap to the head cushioned by Stark's own.
“I'll eat you,” Szayel threatens through gritted teeth, fingers clenching in the bedsheets. Yet, he's made no move to grab Stark, no move to take what he wants.
He knows that he can't. That Stark will push him down, blanket him under power, and make Szayel scream his name each and every time.
Stark laughs. “I'm sure you would,” he says, and scoots down a little further on the bed, until he's right where he is sure Szayel wants him to be. “But for right now, allow me to take that honor.” And he lowers his lips, much to Szayel's shriek of delight.
Stark grins, and lets his tongue follow the path of his fingers, tracing over skin that shouldn't taste sweet but does. Like spun sugar, the same to match the hair on his lover's head, and the thatch of bright pink at his groin.
Szayel sucks in air through his teeth as Stark nips at his bare belly and sticks his tongue in his navel, something that should tickle but doesn't. Freak that Szayel is, everything is a turn on. All Stark has to do is breathe.
Szayel moans when Stark's fingers trek over a prominent hipbone, and his tongue quickly follows, nibbling a love mark over the nub.
“You tease me,” Szayel accuses, his voice tight, his body taut with need. Sweat paints his pale, pale skin, giving it a delicious sheen.
Szayel's cock is hard and weeping, Stark swipes a thumb over the head of it just to prove his point, and Szayel's back arches beautifully. He cries out, but Stark grips him tightly again, preventing him from coming.
Stark's mouth moves lower, nibbling on the tender flesh of an inner thigh, one that marks even easier than the rest of Szayel's skin. “You like to be teased,” he returns with a breath of warm, moist air against Szayel's thigh.
“Not indefinitely!” Szayel argues, and when Stark looks up, Szayel is sucking his lower lip into his mouth, a hazy look of want and need in his ocher eyes.
Stark grins. “I'm not seeing a reason to hurry up yet,” he replies, and drags his nails down Szayel's abdomen, little red marks raising in his wake.
Szayel's breath quickens, his eyes dilate. And his reiatsu rises in the room, little more than a slap to the head cushioned by Stark's own.
“I'll eat you,” Szayel threatens through gritted teeth, fingers clenching in the bedsheets. Yet, he's made no move to grab Stark, no move to take what he wants.
He knows that he can't. That Stark will push him down, blanket him under power, and make Szayel scream his name each and every time.
Stark laughs. “I'm sure you would,” he says, and scoots down a little further on the bed, until he's right where he is sure Szayel wants him to be. “But for right now, allow me to take that honor.” And he lowers his lips, much to Szayel's shriek of delight.
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mandalee1013 Ichigo and Kisuke belong to Tite Kubo and Bleach. Warnings here for angst, and mentions of slashy romance.
It's dark, and Kisuke can hear Ichigo's breathing. His body is warm and languid against Kisuke's, his heart beat a steady thump beneath Kisuke's ear. He smells like life, he feels like comfort, his reiatsu a steady vibration along Kisuke's senses, stretching out to touch against the edges of Kisuke's control.
Benihime hums, and Kisuke's own reiatsu reaches out hungrily, but there's only a brushing contact. A light touch of warmth, but no mingling, no weaving of their reiatsu.
Kisuke's not stupid. He just knows how to play the game as well as everyone else. He knows the truth, and it hurts as much as it soothes an unending hurt inside of him.
Ichigo isn't in love with him. Ichigo likes him, trusts him, considers him a dear friend, but he'll never see Kisuke as a permanent lover. No matter how long they keep up this farce, Kisuke knows that it will eventually come to an end. Ichigo will tire of lying to him. Kisuke will tire of lying to himself. And one or both of them will walk away with heavy hearts and sheets of regret.
They probably won't talk much after that. It'll kill their friendship as much as everything else. Their relationship will be awkward, full of the hurt they threw on each other. Full of the lies and the pity-borne promises. Ichigo won't be able to look at Kisuke without feeling guilty, and Kisuke won't be able to see Ichigo without his heart breaking.
Ichigo isn't in love with him and Kisuke is startlingly aware of that fact. He knows that eventually, Ichigo won't need him to soothe those nightmares and those war-old hurts. Ichigo will want to be free to look for someone he can actually love, someone who is not Kisuke. And eventually, Kisuke will have to let him go. Will have to pretend to be surprised and hurt, like he didn't see him coming, like he hasn't been lying in turn all along.
Frankly, Kisuke's not even sure who's going to be hurt worse in the end. Does knowing something is coming make it any easier to bear?
Kisuke's not that strong. Not brave or wise enough to say no. He's not strong enough to tell Ichigo to end things now, to turn him away since it would be in their better interest. He's not a good enough man to turn down the things he wants, just for a moment, a blink, a second of comfort and happiness.
He even lies to himself these days, pretends that he doesn't know. Pretends that those soft smiles and gentle touches and quiet nights in are reality and Ichigo means it. Sometimes, Kisuke even fakes himself into thinking that it's all real. At night, like this, Kisuke has become the master of self-delusion.
All he can think is that Aizen would laugh his ass off.
Benihime hums, and Kisuke's own reiatsu reaches out hungrily, but there's only a brushing contact. A light touch of warmth, but no mingling, no weaving of their reiatsu.
Kisuke's not stupid. He just knows how to play the game as well as everyone else. He knows the truth, and it hurts as much as it soothes an unending hurt inside of him.
Ichigo isn't in love with him. Ichigo likes him, trusts him, considers him a dear friend, but he'll never see Kisuke as a permanent lover. No matter how long they keep up this farce, Kisuke knows that it will eventually come to an end. Ichigo will tire of lying to him. Kisuke will tire of lying to himself. And one or both of them will walk away with heavy hearts and sheets of regret.
They probably won't talk much after that. It'll kill their friendship as much as everything else. Their relationship will be awkward, full of the hurt they threw on each other. Full of the lies and the pity-borne promises. Ichigo won't be able to look at Kisuke without feeling guilty, and Kisuke won't be able to see Ichigo without his heart breaking.
Ichigo isn't in love with him and Kisuke is startlingly aware of that fact. He knows that eventually, Ichigo won't need him to soothe those nightmares and those war-old hurts. Ichigo will want to be free to look for someone he can actually love, someone who is not Kisuke. And eventually, Kisuke will have to let him go. Will have to pretend to be surprised and hurt, like he didn't see him coming, like he hasn't been lying in turn all along.
Frankly, Kisuke's not even sure who's going to be hurt worse in the end. Does knowing something is coming make it any easier to bear?
Kisuke's not that strong. Not brave or wise enough to say no. He's not strong enough to tell Ichigo to end things now, to turn him away since it would be in their better interest. He's not a good enough man to turn down the things he wants, just for a moment, a blink, a second of comfort and happiness.
He even lies to himself these days, pretends that he doesn't know. Pretends that those soft smiles and gentle touches and quiet nights in are reality and Ichigo means it. Sometimes, Kisuke even fakes himself into thinking that it's all real. At night, like this, Kisuke has become the master of self-delusion.
All he can think is that Aizen would laugh his ass off.
a/n: Three more to go. Wow, you guys are really into this Lies and Promises universe, aren't you? Hope you enjoyed!
