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Flash Fiction (Take Nine - Part Two)
a/n: Sorry I didn't post these yesterday. I had LONG shift at work and had to be in early the next day so I was exhausted.
Here are the next two flash fiction from Friday's poll (if you've not voted and made your request yet, do so soon! Poll closes on Friday!). General warnings for unbeta-ed ness applies!
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azardarkstar
Prompt: the missing scene from Buyer's Remorse with Lisa and Kisuke
Lisa, Kisuke, and Shinji are characters from the anime/manga Bleach. Warnings for violence, intent to noncon, and spoilers. NSFW.
“It was just an accident,” Kisuke repeats, and it almost sounds like he believes it. He grimaces, though, as he inspects his thigh. “She didn't mean it.”
Shinji is average at best with healing kidoh, and the marks seal together in thin red lines. They look better now. If he squints. But there's no mistaking them for anything but fingernail marks. Deep ones to be sure, deep enough to bleed without stopping on their own, but not as deep as they could've been. Shinji shudders to think what could've happened if Kisuke wasn't so good at hand to hand. They're so much stronger with their new Hollow powers. Strong enough for a lieutenant-level to overwhelm an ex-captain.
The overwhelming, sweltering press of reiatsu in the underground training room finally falls to a bearable level, and Shinji grins, feeling triumphant. The look on Kisuke's face echoes of the same.
Lisa's on one knee, panting like she's run a marathon. It's been a long few hours, hours spent watching over Lisa as she conquers her Hollow. Shinji leans over, bracing his hands on his thighs, and sucks in several deep breaths of his own. Kisuke swipes a hand over his sweat-damp face and hair, turning away from Lisa.
And then Shinji stiffens as Lisa's head snaps up, a low chuckle spilling behind the mask. “Oh no, Ki-chan, I'm not done with you yet,” she purrs.
Lisa – or the Hollow she still is anyway – pounces, there's no other word to describe it, and she and Kisuke go down in a tangle of limbs, rolling across the dusty dirt. Shinji hears Kisuke shout, feels the other blond's reiatsu rise up sharply, to meet Lisa's, which is once again building steadily.
They scuffle and, against all odds, it's Lisa who emerges the victor, one hand pinning Kisuke by the throat, one knee pressed against his belly. “You like a little slap with your tickle? Is that it, Ki-chan?” Lisa says, and her free hand turns his shitagi to ribbons with nails turned to claws.
Kisuke's gasping, fingers locked around Lisa's wrist, trying to pry away her grip. He twists beneath her, but she just laughs, and her free hand aims lower, ripping into the fabric of his hakama.
Shinji shakes himself out of his shocked fugue and shouts her name. Her head swings his direction, nothing visible through the two bare slits in the mask. It's enough, a moment of distraction, and Kisuke takes full advantage of it, damn lucky he's so good at hand to hand. Damn lucky that Shinji is there in a flit of shunpo to make up for the new, startling difference in reiatsu.
Damn lucky for a lot of things.
Shinji purses his lips, blinks out of the memory. “Sure she didn't,” he agrees, but he knows the truth. Not he or Kisuke will ever forget this.
Foryamitoyoru
Prompt: Stark/Ichigo, something humorous and romantic
Ichigo and Stark are characters from the anime/manga Bleach. Warnings for hints to slashiness, some language, NSFW. Could be considered part of Misguided Manipulation.
“You know,” Ichigo says languidly, and just the half-curious, half-purr in his voice makes Stark tremble with eagerness. “I think it's time we switched things up a bit, don't you?”
Stark licks his lips. “Wh--” Embarrassingly, his voice cracks, so he clears his throat and tries again. “What did you have in mind?”
Lips curve into a smirk as Ichigo languidly drags his palm down Stark's bare thigh, making his skin prickle. “You could let me take you,” he says, and dark eyes glance at Stark with lecherous intent, Ichigo easing himself between Stark's legs.
Ah. Understanding floods Stark, and he feels his own lips curve with a grin of their own. “Is that all?” he asks, and is pleased to notice that Ichigo's ears are starting to turn a bright red, a flush that's slowly spreading to his cheekbones. Ichigo may act confident, but he can still act adorable at times. “Well, you should have said so sooner.”
Ichigo looks surprised, as though he expected an argument out of it. “... Seriously?”
Stark hums in his thraot, and then spreads his hands, leaning back against the pillows. “Do with me as you will, lover.”
Warm hands smooth up his thighs and to his hips, caressing Stark's skin as thumbs stroke his hipbones. “Anything I want?” Ichigo asks, and there's a heat in his eyes, one that makes shivers dance down Stark's spine. Makes his belly twist with heat, and his cock fill with blood.
“Within reason,” Stark says, and lifts one hand, sliding it under the pillow to grope around for the bottle of lube he likes to keep accessible. His fingers close around the thin tube and he hands it over. “Just... be gentle. I'm delicate.” He winks, to prove he's teasing.
Ichigo snorts, plucking the bottle from his hand and quickly pouring some of the colorless oil over his fingers. “Delicate? Spare me.” He leans forward, plants his clean hand against the bedcovers as the other teases Stark's scrotum, making his balls all slick and slippery. “You want it hard and fast.”
Stark's insides did another happy flip of arousal, and he bit back a groan. Damn Ichigo and his ability to be sexy without even knowing it. “That...” he pauses, gets a hold of himself, and swallows thickly. “That sounds good.”
Ichigo's lips curve and he leans closer, his fingers also dipping down, brushing warm and slick over Stark's puckered muscle. “I thought it might,” he murmurs, and closes the distance between them with a searing kiss that shoots jolts of want through Stark like an electrical current. He moans, cants his hips upward, and lets his lover take command without an ounce of regret.
I have at least four more flash fiction to come, more if I happen to gain more voters, so stay tuned. As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated. Thanks to everyone who has voted!
Here are the next two flash fiction from Friday's poll (if you've not voted and made your request yet, do so soon! Poll closes on Friday!). General warnings for unbeta-ed ness applies!
For
azardarkstar Prompt: the missing scene from Buyer's Remorse with Lisa and Kisuke
Lisa, Kisuke, and Shinji are characters from the anime/manga Bleach. Warnings for violence, intent to noncon, and spoilers. NSFW.
“It was just an accident,” Kisuke repeats, and it almost sounds like he believes it. He grimaces, though, as he inspects his thigh. “She didn't mean it.”
Shinji is average at best with healing kidoh, and the marks seal together in thin red lines. They look better now. If he squints. But there's no mistaking them for anything but fingernail marks. Deep ones to be sure, deep enough to bleed without stopping on their own, but not as deep as they could've been. Shinji shudders to think what could've happened if Kisuke wasn't so good at hand to hand. They're so much stronger with their new Hollow powers. Strong enough for a lieutenant-level to overwhelm an ex-captain.
The overwhelming, sweltering press of reiatsu in the underground training room finally falls to a bearable level, and Shinji grins, feeling triumphant. The look on Kisuke's face echoes of the same.
Lisa's on one knee, panting like she's run a marathon. It's been a long few hours, hours spent watching over Lisa as she conquers her Hollow. Shinji leans over, bracing his hands on his thighs, and sucks in several deep breaths of his own. Kisuke swipes a hand over his sweat-damp face and hair, turning away from Lisa.
And then Shinji stiffens as Lisa's head snaps up, a low chuckle spilling behind the mask. “Oh no, Ki-chan, I'm not done with you yet,” she purrs.
Lisa – or the Hollow she still is anyway – pounces, there's no other word to describe it, and she and Kisuke go down in a tangle of limbs, rolling across the dusty dirt. Shinji hears Kisuke shout, feels the other blond's reiatsu rise up sharply, to meet Lisa's, which is once again building steadily.
They scuffle and, against all odds, it's Lisa who emerges the victor, one hand pinning Kisuke by the throat, one knee pressed against his belly. “You like a little slap with your tickle? Is that it, Ki-chan?” Lisa says, and her free hand turns his shitagi to ribbons with nails turned to claws.
Kisuke's gasping, fingers locked around Lisa's wrist, trying to pry away her grip. He twists beneath her, but she just laughs, and her free hand aims lower, ripping into the fabric of his hakama.
Shinji shakes himself out of his shocked fugue and shouts her name. Her head swings his direction, nothing visible through the two bare slits in the mask. It's enough, a moment of distraction, and Kisuke takes full advantage of it, damn lucky he's so good at hand to hand. Damn lucky that Shinji is there in a flit of shunpo to make up for the new, startling difference in reiatsu.
Damn lucky for a lot of things.
Shinji purses his lips, blinks out of the memory. “Sure she didn't,” he agrees, but he knows the truth. Not he or Kisuke will ever forget this.
For
yamitoyoru Prompt: Stark/Ichigo, something humorous and romantic
Ichigo and Stark are characters from the anime/manga Bleach. Warnings for hints to slashiness, some language, NSFW. Could be considered part of Misguided Manipulation.
“You know,” Ichigo says languidly, and just the half-curious, half-purr in his voice makes Stark tremble with eagerness. “I think it's time we switched things up a bit, don't you?”
Stark licks his lips. “Wh--” Embarrassingly, his voice cracks, so he clears his throat and tries again. “What did you have in mind?”
Lips curve into a smirk as Ichigo languidly drags his palm down Stark's bare thigh, making his skin prickle. “You could let me take you,” he says, and dark eyes glance at Stark with lecherous intent, Ichigo easing himself between Stark's legs.
Ah. Understanding floods Stark, and he feels his own lips curve with a grin of their own. “Is that all?” he asks, and is pleased to notice that Ichigo's ears are starting to turn a bright red, a flush that's slowly spreading to his cheekbones. Ichigo may act confident, but he can still act adorable at times. “Well, you should have said so sooner.”
Ichigo looks surprised, as though he expected an argument out of it. “... Seriously?”
Stark hums in his thraot, and then spreads his hands, leaning back against the pillows. “Do with me as you will, lover.”
Warm hands smooth up his thighs and to his hips, caressing Stark's skin as thumbs stroke his hipbones. “Anything I want?” Ichigo asks, and there's a heat in his eyes, one that makes shivers dance down Stark's spine. Makes his belly twist with heat, and his cock fill with blood.
“Within reason,” Stark says, and lifts one hand, sliding it under the pillow to grope around for the bottle of lube he likes to keep accessible. His fingers close around the thin tube and he hands it over. “Just... be gentle. I'm delicate.” He winks, to prove he's teasing.
Ichigo snorts, plucking the bottle from his hand and quickly pouring some of the colorless oil over his fingers. “Delicate? Spare me.” He leans forward, plants his clean hand against the bedcovers as the other teases Stark's scrotum, making his balls all slick and slippery. “You want it hard and fast.”
Stark's insides did another happy flip of arousal, and he bit back a groan. Damn Ichigo and his ability to be sexy without even knowing it. “That...” he pauses, gets a hold of himself, and swallows thickly. “That sounds good.”
Ichigo's lips curve and he leans closer, his fingers also dipping down, brushing warm and slick over Stark's puckered muscle. “I thought it might,” he murmurs, and closes the distance between them with a searing kiss that shoots jolts of want through Stark like an electrical current. He moans, cants his hips upward, and lets his lover take command without an ounce of regret.
I have at least four more flash fiction to come, more if I happen to gain more voters, so stay tuned. As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated. Thanks to everyone who has voted!