Like a Tiger Treading on the Flowers
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
47
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24,811
Reviews:
126
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Currently Reading:
1
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What Are You Doing? Part 2/3
Somebody commented that Ichigo’s smiling so much was out of character- I just want to clarify that I know it is OOC, but it seems that in the manga and show every time Ichigo smiles at someone they get all weak-kneed and such.
What Are You Doing? Part 2/3
Ichigo was actually having a pretty good time hanging out with Kenpachi. Although there weren’t any awkward silences, Ichigo felt like there was something between them that was unsaid. However, that was probably Ichigo’s imagination originating from his crush on the Shinigami captain.
But of course their pleasant companionship had to be broken by something. Like friends. Orhime, Ishida, Sado, Renji, Rukia and Urahara all decided that Ichigo needed some company while his family was gone. He so wanted to kill them. And they brought games. Ichigo wished Kenpachi wasn’t out on his mission right now, because at least he could have had someone sane there. Even Sado was acting weird!
First was twister. Orhime and Rukia were the spinners and Ichigo swore they were calling out colors and appendages that purposefully put him in the most awkward of positions. Like Renji crouched between his legs, or Sado hovering against his back in a way that made Ichigo question if that hard thing pressed against him was really Sado’s hip bone. Not to mention Urahara putting his hands between Ichigo’s legs and Ishida putting his legs between Ichigo’s own. At that point Ichigo pretended to collapse just to get away from the strangely-acting men.
Then they played poker. Not only was Ichigo forced to play but he also had to agree with the other that the winner got to request one thing from the loser. Ichigo sucked at cards. And that bastard Quincy just had to be good at it. And, surprisingly, so was Sado. And so Ichigo lost. Horribly. If they had used real money, Ichigo would be selling his house right now. Which, as he saw Ishida’s evil smirk, might have been better than what was coming.
“And now for my prize…” Ishida said and grinned wickedly. Ichigo slid deeper into his seat. “I just happen to have a maid’s outfit here that would fit you. I want you to wear it.” Oh no, what had he done to deserve this. It wasn’t just a maid’s outfit, but a French maid’s outfit.
“NO.” And that settles it.
“Are you going to back on the agreement?” Urahara asked wickedly. Oh fuck.
“Do I have to?” Ichigo pleaded with large eyes that unknowingly strengthened Ishida’s resolve.
A French maid’s outfit. Complete with frilly panties, high heels, and a bonnet. Ichigo felt like an idiot and Rukia had to help him get dressed in the stupid thing. Why did Ishida have the stupid thing in the first place? And in his exact size!!! Ichigo had a sinking suspicion that this had all been a set up.
When Ichigo walked unsteadily back into the living room, Renji sprayed the soda he was drinking everywhere and started hacking. Ichigo would have felt better if they had laughed, but they didn’t. They whistled and drooled and made Ichigo feel very uncomfortable. He turned around to run back out of the room but Urahara’s cane stopped him.
“Not yet, Kurosaki-san! You still have to do Sado a favor.”
“Wh-what? No I don’t! It was just the winner!” Oh gods, what were they going to pull now?
“Come here, Ichigo.” Sado sad in his deep, quite voice. Ichigo sighed and went over.
“Is that the favor?” He asked hopefully.
Chad shook his head. “Sit on my lap.”
“What!?” The others cheered, but Ichigo was in a state of disbelief. What was up with Chad?
Chad decided Ichigo was taking to long and grabbed his wrist with one hand. He pulled Ichigo into his lap so he was straddling him with Ichigo’s knees rested on either side of Sado’s lap. More catcalls, Ichigo was absolutely mortified. Cha let go of his wrists and moved his hands to the back of Ichigo’s thighs precariously close to his butt.
“S-Sado!” Ichigo stuttered out with a blush. Oh how Ichigo wished this was another large man other than Chad. Chad was just about to lay a kiss on the side of Ichigo’s neck when the room got silent. Ichigo stiffened and blushed even more as he felt the familiar reiatsu wash over him with killing intent that Ichigo hoped wasn’t directed at him.
Then Ichigo was jerked off of Chad and was thrown over Kenpachi’s shoulder. “Get out. Now.” Kenpachi growled. Ichigo squeaked and squirmed on Kenpachi’s shoulder when he heard the pissed tone.
“But Zaraki-taicho…” Renji whined.
“Out. Before I kill you.”
“Kenpachi!” Ichigo exclaimed and tried yet again to get free.
In response he got a sharp swat to his scantily clad behind. “I’ll deal with you in a second.” Ichigo jerked and to his embarrassment started to get an erection.
When everyone hastily fled, Kenpachi abruptly turned and started walking up the stairs with Ichigo still over his shoulder.
“What are you doing!?” Kenpachi didn’t answer and instead slipped his hand back and grabbed that ass that had been tempting him. Ichigo predictably yelped at the contact.
Once upstairs, Kenpachi kicked the door open to his temporary room and threw Ichigo onto the bed.
“What are you going to do to me?” Ichigo whimpered with large eyes from the bed.
LINE
I’m really sad right now, so I hope your guys’ reviews will cheer me up. I don’t know when I will have internet again so I will post the next part today or tomorrow.
What Are You Doing? Part 2/3
Ichigo was actually having a pretty good time hanging out with Kenpachi. Although there weren’t any awkward silences, Ichigo felt like there was something between them that was unsaid. However, that was probably Ichigo’s imagination originating from his crush on the Shinigami captain.
But of course their pleasant companionship had to be broken by something. Like friends. Orhime, Ishida, Sado, Renji, Rukia and Urahara all decided that Ichigo needed some company while his family was gone. He so wanted to kill them. And they brought games. Ichigo wished Kenpachi wasn’t out on his mission right now, because at least he could have had someone sane there. Even Sado was acting weird!
First was twister. Orhime and Rukia were the spinners and Ichigo swore they were calling out colors and appendages that purposefully put him in the most awkward of positions. Like Renji crouched between his legs, or Sado hovering against his back in a way that made Ichigo question if that hard thing pressed against him was really Sado’s hip bone. Not to mention Urahara putting his hands between Ichigo’s legs and Ishida putting his legs between Ichigo’s own. At that point Ichigo pretended to collapse just to get away from the strangely-acting men.
Then they played poker. Not only was Ichigo forced to play but he also had to agree with the other that the winner got to request one thing from the loser. Ichigo sucked at cards. And that bastard Quincy just had to be good at it. And, surprisingly, so was Sado. And so Ichigo lost. Horribly. If they had used real money, Ichigo would be selling his house right now. Which, as he saw Ishida’s evil smirk, might have been better than what was coming.
“And now for my prize…” Ishida said and grinned wickedly. Ichigo slid deeper into his seat. “I just happen to have a maid’s outfit here that would fit you. I want you to wear it.” Oh no, what had he done to deserve this. It wasn’t just a maid’s outfit, but a French maid’s outfit.
“NO.” And that settles it.
“Are you going to back on the agreement?” Urahara asked wickedly. Oh fuck.
“Do I have to?” Ichigo pleaded with large eyes that unknowingly strengthened Ishida’s resolve.
A French maid’s outfit. Complete with frilly panties, high heels, and a bonnet. Ichigo felt like an idiot and Rukia had to help him get dressed in the stupid thing. Why did Ishida have the stupid thing in the first place? And in his exact size!!! Ichigo had a sinking suspicion that this had all been a set up.
When Ichigo walked unsteadily back into the living room, Renji sprayed the soda he was drinking everywhere and started hacking. Ichigo would have felt better if they had laughed, but they didn’t. They whistled and drooled and made Ichigo feel very uncomfortable. He turned around to run back out of the room but Urahara’s cane stopped him.
“Not yet, Kurosaki-san! You still have to do Sado a favor.”
“Wh-what? No I don’t! It was just the winner!” Oh gods, what were they going to pull now?
“Come here, Ichigo.” Sado sad in his deep, quite voice. Ichigo sighed and went over.
“Is that the favor?” He asked hopefully.
Chad shook his head. “Sit on my lap.”
“What!?” The others cheered, but Ichigo was in a state of disbelief. What was up with Chad?
Chad decided Ichigo was taking to long and grabbed his wrist with one hand. He pulled Ichigo into his lap so he was straddling him with Ichigo’s knees rested on either side of Sado’s lap. More catcalls, Ichigo was absolutely mortified. Cha let go of his wrists and moved his hands to the back of Ichigo’s thighs precariously close to his butt.
“S-Sado!” Ichigo stuttered out with a blush. Oh how Ichigo wished this was another large man other than Chad. Chad was just about to lay a kiss on the side of Ichigo’s neck when the room got silent. Ichigo stiffened and blushed even more as he felt the familiar reiatsu wash over him with killing intent that Ichigo hoped wasn’t directed at him.
Then Ichigo was jerked off of Chad and was thrown over Kenpachi’s shoulder. “Get out. Now.” Kenpachi growled. Ichigo squeaked and squirmed on Kenpachi’s shoulder when he heard the pissed tone.
“But Zaraki-taicho…” Renji whined.
“Out. Before I kill you.”
“Kenpachi!” Ichigo exclaimed and tried yet again to get free.
In response he got a sharp swat to his scantily clad behind. “I’ll deal with you in a second.” Ichigo jerked and to his embarrassment started to get an erection.
When everyone hastily fled, Kenpachi abruptly turned and started walking up the stairs with Ichigo still over his shoulder.
“What are you doing!?” Kenpachi didn’t answer and instead slipped his hand back and grabbed that ass that had been tempting him. Ichigo predictably yelped at the contact.
Once upstairs, Kenpachi kicked the door open to his temporary room and threw Ichigo onto the bed.
“What are you going to do to me?” Ichigo whimpered with large eyes from the bed.
LINE
I’m really sad right now, so I hope your guys’ reviews will cheer me up. I don’t know when I will have internet again so I will post the next part today or tomorrow.