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Disturbia
a/n: Woo! One by one getting this requests done!
Thanks to uchiha mikomi, Yakumo (Except that I think of Senbonzakura as female so it would still be het, lol), Ranna, Kuromei, and Emzzzz.
Title: Disturbia
Characters: Kenpachi/Shirosaki, Ichigo
Ratings: M
Warnings: boysex, masturbation, language, blood and violence, crack, OOC, sexual thoughts
Words: 1102
Description: That's the last time that Ichigo drinks the geta-boushi's tea with Rukia's brownies.
Dedication: For Kichiheaven26, who wanted this pairing with lots of blood. I had fun!
Two kinds of laughter rang through the air. Both feral. Both elated. Both plum-fucking insane.
The sound joined the noise of swords crashing. Waraji skidding across dirt and rock. Blades ripping through clothing, nicking skin. And more laughter.
“Had enough?” Shirosaki taunted, a splash of blood brightening his otherwise white cheek.
Both eyes wide and bright with thrill, Kenpachi threw his head back and guffawed. He skidded backwards with enough strength to dig furrows into the sandy ground.
“Just gettin' started,” he retorted with a fierce grin, and their blades met again.
Sparks flew, the force of the blow reverberating throughout their bodies. Blood spattered the ground. Bits of cloth from their uniforms were scattered widely.
Shirosaki echoed Kenpachi's laughter, voice rising into a shriek that raised the hair on the captain’s arms. “King took ya down once already. And I'm much better than he is.”
“That was months ago,” Kenpachi countered, tongue dragging across his lips as heat infused his body. “'Sides, yer feistier.”
“Feisty, is it?” Shirosaki grinned and darted forward, a blur of white clothes and black blade, reiatsu pouring into his zanpakutou and choking the air.
He moved fluidly, blurring through the area, faster than Kenpachi's eyes could follow – both of them since he had long since removed the patch. Reiatsu gathered around the captain in answer, a yellow glow enveloping him, blending with the red and black that curled around his opponent. The air vibrated with power; their blades rattled with it.
A getsuga tenshou sliced through the sky, called without words, and slammed into Kenpachi. He brought his sword up to defend, preventing a killing blow, but went flying backwards from the force of the attack nonetheless. He collided with a boulder, snapping against it. And then, Shirosaki was there, pressed all against Kenpachi, blade held to the captain's bare throat.
“I'll show ya feisty,” Shirosaki half-growled, half-purred. And he slammed his mouth over Kenpachi's, more of an attack than a kiss.
Shirosaki sucked Kenpachi's lower lip into his mouth, gnawed lightly on it, and then jabbed his tongue past the man’s lips and teeth. Kenpachi – not one to readily submit – returned the invasion with a counterattack of his own, his tongue stabbing at Shirosaki's. His free hand grasped a handful of white hair, refusing to allow the Hollow to retreat or move forward, keeping him in place.
A sound – not unlike an animalistic growl – rattled in Shirosaki’s chest. He pressed against Kenpachi, annoyed by the height difference. His hips mashed against the captain’s upper thighs, already hard and wanting. The smell of blood was thick in the air, and the taste of it flavored their violent exchange.
Swords clattered to the ground, abandoned in favor of a different kind of battle. Shirosaki shoved a hand between their bodies, aggressively palming Kenpachi's arousal, just as hard as his own. The Hollow’s hips churned forwards, anxiously seeking stimulation, even as their kiss ended with twin gasps and the smacking of mouths.
Shirosaki attacked Kenpachi's throat, lapping up a streak of blood before he sunk his teeth into tanned skin and corded muscle. The captain merely grunted, his hardness leaping against Shirosaki's palm. The hand in white hair tightened, pulling at an equally white scalp and making heat skitter down his spine.
“Ya gonna eat me, Hollow?” Kenpachi asked. Trapped between a wall of stone and a wall of hard, pale flesh. He shuddered, lust for sex replacing his lust for blood and battle.
A rough tongue dragged across Kenpachi's throat. “I'm considerin' it,” Shirosaki replied with a hoarse chuckle, grinding against the warmth in front of him. “'Specially if ya don't start participatin'.”
Kenpachi laughed, free hand grasping at his adversary and squeezing. “Ya want me to fuck ya?”
“Maybe I'll be the one doin' the fuckin',” Shirosaki purred in return, rubbing the heel of his palm against Kenpachi's groin.
He dragged his mouth upwards and attacked Kenpachi's lips once again. Their tongues dueled and tangled, bodies straining and pushing together as clothes fell by the wayside. The smell of sex mixed with the scent of blood and battle, and a lusty groan danced in the air. Heat fought against desire and swelled further, and… and…
And with a start, Ichigo jerked awake. Wide-eyed, vaguely disturbed, and strangely enough aroused as hell. He panted, staring up at his ceiling, as the images continued to burn through the back of his mind.
What. The. Fuck.
Ichigo slapped a hand over his face, covering his eyes as he groaned. What in the hell had prompted that sort of dream? A sex dream? Of his Hollow? And Kenpachi? Was his subconscious trying to tell him something?
His groin certainly seemed to think so, having not lost any rigidity for the sudden awakening. In fact, it called to him with increasing insistence and throbbed beneath the covers.
Rolling over, Ichigo cursed as he shoved a hand beneath his body, curling fingers around his rampant arousal. He conjured up mental images, anything to chase away the lingering memory of Kenpachi and Shirosaki all but fucking in his dreams. He had the feeling it wouldn't take long, not with him already on the edge.
Rukia in that short dress of hers, dainty legs lithe and bared...
Ishida’s nimble fingers dancing along the edge of his bow with his dark hair whipping across his pale face…
Renji without his top as they spar, sweat beading down his tattooed skin…
Inoue leaping to intercept a volleyball in that pathetically tight cotton shirt...
The geta-boushi’s mischievous grin just inches away as he pressed forward to deliver another taunt…
Yoruichi-san bare-ass naked in the baths, steam curing all around her but not concealing a damn thing…
Byakuya in that oh-so-thin hospital robe, the lines of his body barely concealed...
Rangiku-san about to burst from the confines of her shirt as she leans forward...
The sharp taste of Kenpachi's sweat on his tongue...
Ichigo climaxed with a groan buried in the softness of his pillow, spilling all over his fingers. Panting, he soaked in the last tremors and then snatched the box of tissue from his desk, cleaning himself with irritated movements.
He clenched his teeth as the images refused to fade. Feeling himself start to stir again and hating it as much as he enjoyed it.
And that was the last damn time he would ever mix the geta-boushi's tea and Rukia's brownies. Especially before bed. And especially when his Hollow was already feeling frisky.
Clearly, the side-effects weren't good for him. Not at all.
* * * *
a/n: To say that I had fun writing this would be an understatement. I rarely write Ichigo so sexual but damn if it isn't a blast. And I'll definitely write more of him like this. *grins*
I hope you liked!
Thanks to uchiha mikomi, Yakumo (Except that I think of Senbonzakura as female so it would still be het, lol), Ranna, Kuromei, and Emzzzz.
Title: Disturbia
Characters: Kenpachi/Shirosaki, Ichigo
Ratings: M
Warnings: boysex, masturbation, language, blood and violence, crack, OOC, sexual thoughts
Words: 1102
Description: That's the last time that Ichigo drinks the geta-boushi's tea with Rukia's brownies.
Dedication: For Kichiheaven26, who wanted this pairing with lots of blood. I had fun!
Two kinds of laughter rang through the air. Both feral. Both elated. Both plum-fucking insane.
The sound joined the noise of swords crashing. Waraji skidding across dirt and rock. Blades ripping through clothing, nicking skin. And more laughter.
“Had enough?” Shirosaki taunted, a splash of blood brightening his otherwise white cheek.
Both eyes wide and bright with thrill, Kenpachi threw his head back and guffawed. He skidded backwards with enough strength to dig furrows into the sandy ground.
“Just gettin' started,” he retorted with a fierce grin, and their blades met again.
Sparks flew, the force of the blow reverberating throughout their bodies. Blood spattered the ground. Bits of cloth from their uniforms were scattered widely.
Shirosaki echoed Kenpachi's laughter, voice rising into a shriek that raised the hair on the captain’s arms. “King took ya down once already. And I'm much better than he is.”
“That was months ago,” Kenpachi countered, tongue dragging across his lips as heat infused his body. “'Sides, yer feistier.”
“Feisty, is it?” Shirosaki grinned and darted forward, a blur of white clothes and black blade, reiatsu pouring into his zanpakutou and choking the air.
He moved fluidly, blurring through the area, faster than Kenpachi's eyes could follow – both of them since he had long since removed the patch. Reiatsu gathered around the captain in answer, a yellow glow enveloping him, blending with the red and black that curled around his opponent. The air vibrated with power; their blades rattled with it.
A getsuga tenshou sliced through the sky, called without words, and slammed into Kenpachi. He brought his sword up to defend, preventing a killing blow, but went flying backwards from the force of the attack nonetheless. He collided with a boulder, snapping against it. And then, Shirosaki was there, pressed all against Kenpachi, blade held to the captain's bare throat.
“I'll show ya feisty,” Shirosaki half-growled, half-purred. And he slammed his mouth over Kenpachi's, more of an attack than a kiss.
Shirosaki sucked Kenpachi's lower lip into his mouth, gnawed lightly on it, and then jabbed his tongue past the man’s lips and teeth. Kenpachi – not one to readily submit – returned the invasion with a counterattack of his own, his tongue stabbing at Shirosaki's. His free hand grasped a handful of white hair, refusing to allow the Hollow to retreat or move forward, keeping him in place.
A sound – not unlike an animalistic growl – rattled in Shirosaki’s chest. He pressed against Kenpachi, annoyed by the height difference. His hips mashed against the captain’s upper thighs, already hard and wanting. The smell of blood was thick in the air, and the taste of it flavored their violent exchange.
Swords clattered to the ground, abandoned in favor of a different kind of battle. Shirosaki shoved a hand between their bodies, aggressively palming Kenpachi's arousal, just as hard as his own. The Hollow’s hips churned forwards, anxiously seeking stimulation, even as their kiss ended with twin gasps and the smacking of mouths.
Shirosaki attacked Kenpachi's throat, lapping up a streak of blood before he sunk his teeth into tanned skin and corded muscle. The captain merely grunted, his hardness leaping against Shirosaki's palm. The hand in white hair tightened, pulling at an equally white scalp and making heat skitter down his spine.
“Ya gonna eat me, Hollow?” Kenpachi asked. Trapped between a wall of stone and a wall of hard, pale flesh. He shuddered, lust for sex replacing his lust for blood and battle.
A rough tongue dragged across Kenpachi's throat. “I'm considerin' it,” Shirosaki replied with a hoarse chuckle, grinding against the warmth in front of him. “'Specially if ya don't start participatin'.”
Kenpachi laughed, free hand grasping at his adversary and squeezing. “Ya want me to fuck ya?”
“Maybe I'll be the one doin' the fuckin',” Shirosaki purred in return, rubbing the heel of his palm against Kenpachi's groin.
He dragged his mouth upwards and attacked Kenpachi's lips once again. Their tongues dueled and tangled, bodies straining and pushing together as clothes fell by the wayside. The smell of sex mixed with the scent of blood and battle, and a lusty groan danced in the air. Heat fought against desire and swelled further, and… and…
And with a start, Ichigo jerked awake. Wide-eyed, vaguely disturbed, and strangely enough aroused as hell. He panted, staring up at his ceiling, as the images continued to burn through the back of his mind.
What. The. Fuck.
Ichigo slapped a hand over his face, covering his eyes as he groaned. What in the hell had prompted that sort of dream? A sex dream? Of his Hollow? And Kenpachi? Was his subconscious trying to tell him something?
His groin certainly seemed to think so, having not lost any rigidity for the sudden awakening. In fact, it called to him with increasing insistence and throbbed beneath the covers.
Rolling over, Ichigo cursed as he shoved a hand beneath his body, curling fingers around his rampant arousal. He conjured up mental images, anything to chase away the lingering memory of Kenpachi and Shirosaki all but fucking in his dreams. He had the feeling it wouldn't take long, not with him already on the edge.
Rukia in that short dress of hers, dainty legs lithe and bared...
Ishida’s nimble fingers dancing along the edge of his bow with his dark hair whipping across his pale face…
Renji without his top as they spar, sweat beading down his tattooed skin…
Inoue leaping to intercept a volleyball in that pathetically tight cotton shirt...
The geta-boushi’s mischievous grin just inches away as he pressed forward to deliver another taunt…
Yoruichi-san bare-ass naked in the baths, steam curing all around her but not concealing a damn thing…
Byakuya in that oh-so-thin hospital robe, the lines of his body barely concealed...
Rangiku-san about to burst from the confines of her shirt as she leans forward...
The sharp taste of Kenpachi's sweat on his tongue...
Ichigo climaxed with a groan buried in the softness of his pillow, spilling all over his fingers. Panting, he soaked in the last tremors and then snatched the box of tissue from his desk, cleaning himself with irritated movements.
He clenched his teeth as the images refused to fade. Feeling himself start to stir again and hating it as much as he enjoyed it.
And that was the last damn time he would ever mix the geta-boushi's tea and Rukia's brownies. Especially before bed. And especially when his Hollow was already feeling frisky.
Clearly, the side-effects weren't good for him. Not at all.
a/n: To say that I had fun writing this would be an understatement. I rarely write Ichigo so sexual but damn if it isn't a blast. And I'll definitely write more of him like this. *grins*
I hope you liked!