Seireitei Monogatari

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Title: Watching
Characters: Ichigo/Zangetsu, Shirosaki
Rating: M
Warning: boysex and kisses, voyeurism, solo, kink
Words: 1189
Description: And really, this brings self-love to a whole new level.

Dedication: To ChaosNightMoonlightKiller, who wanted this pairing with a Hichigo voyeur. And to IronDog, who writes the best Shirosaki EVER.


He licked his lips, eyes trained on the sight before him. Even as his pale fingers curled around his arousal, already rosy with need. His thumb swiped over the tip, beading with liquid, throbbing in his grip.

Shirosaki avidly watched as Ichigo pinned the old man beneath him, lips dropping hungry kisses over Zangetsu's collarbone. Ichigo's hips rocked against Zangetsu's even as the old man's hands tangled in orange hair. Their bodies moved together, skin slipping and sliding.

They had to know that he was watching. And that he'd done it several times before. But neither the king nor Zangetsu had ever said anything. Had ever stopped their lusty pursuits to berate him. So Shirosaki assumed he had permission, and his perverted fantasies focused on the off chance of getting to join them one day. He wanted to see his king writhing beneath him so badly that the thought burned his blood. Though watching this was just as good.

His fingers moved over himself. And Shirosaki focused on them again, eating up their actions with his eyes.

Ichigo's hips rolled against Zangetsu's own, their rigid cocks sliding together and eliciting deep groans. Shirosaki groaned with them, dragging his bottom lip into his mouth and chomping down on it. His hips rocked into his fingers; he could feel his pulse in his throbbing length. And they hadn't done much of anything. Just the sliding of their bodies together, the contrasting skin tones, the lithe lines of muscle and power was enough to entice him.

He watched as Zangetsu thrust his tongue into Ichigo's mouth, mimicking what the king would be doing to him soon enough. Ichigo groaned, hand slapping against the mattress, and someday, Shirosaki would have to get them to show him how to appear in the real world like Zangetsu did. Ichigo's other hand glided down the man’s side – surprisingly fit for an old man – until his fingers hooked around Zangetsu's thigh.

Chewing on his lip, Shirosaki worked his cock aggressively. He shoved the edges of his shitagi aside, baring his chest to the air. The fingers of his free hand danced up his bare, muscled abdomen. And his palm rubbed hotly over one nipple, sending shocks of pleasure down his spine.

“Shit yeah,” Shirosaki huffed to himself.

His eyes locked on Ichigo and Zangetsu as the former drew back, pushing forward on the latter's leg at the same time. Hands fell from disarrayed orange hair. They shared a look, said something that Shirosaki didn't bother to catch. He didn't care about the words. He only cared about the hot action.

Ichigo's own tongue dragged over his lips, pink and wet. His hips rocked forwards, Zangetsu rising to meet his slow thrust. A bead of sweat gathered on the Vizard's temple, his heavy breathing in time to Shirosaki's own. And Zangetsu, the bastard, was like ice. Flushed from want but holding to his composure. Even when Ichigo pushed himself into Zangetsu, the old man barely flinched. Only slipped out a quiet moan that reverberated erotically in Shirosaki's ears.

He closed his eyes, keying himself to Ichigo and a shudder ran through him as sensations poured through his body. Hot and tight and slick and damn, this felt good. Shirosaki all but moaned, hips rocking into his fist as liquid seeped from the head of his cock. He smeared it over the pale column of flesh, feeling a fire in his belly.

Peeling his eyes back open, Shirosaki watched as Ichigo thrust into Zangetsu with abandon, the old man able to take the penetrating jabs without a single complaint. He reached up and forced Ichigo down to meet his lips, the sound of their mouths smacking wetly inciting Shirosaki's desire even more.

Black-tipped fingers grabbed his own peaked nipple. Shirosaki pinched it, hard, let the shock of pleasure dance through his body. He rolled the nub with his fingers, certain he was close. His breath came in harsh pants that echoed Ichigo and Zangetsu's as their tongues tangled lewdly.

Best show ever. And he didn't have to pay a single dime for it.

Heat flushing his entire body, Shirosaki surged into his grip, matching the movement of his hips to theirs. He thrust into his fingers as Ichigo thrust into Zangetsu, imagining his own cock plunging into that tight heat.

He thought of his king pinned beneath him, skin flushed and mouth open as he panted. Ichigo's body twisting and writhing and Shirosaki's lips and tongue devouring bronzed skin. The Vizard trying to reach for his own cock, but Shirosaki knocking his hand away because Ichigo would come only when he let him and not a moment before.

Shirosaki would watch as Ichigo twitched and panted, moaned helplessly. And no doubt Zangetsu would be watching them too, amber eyes burning holes into their nearly identical forms. He would be lazily stroking himself. Or maybe Shirosaki would invite him over, allowing the old man to take advantage of Ichigo's lips.

Yeah, that sounded good, too. Shirosaki wanted it in a bad, bad way. He wanted it so badly he could almost hear Ichigo's groans in his ear. In stereo with reality as Ichigo thrust into Zangetsu harder and harder, angling towards his release.

Shirosaki stared, watching as the muscles in Ichigo's butt flexed. As his fingers clenched and unclenched. As sweat beaded across bronzed skin. He imagined his own skin in contrast against Ichigo's, plunging over and over into clamping heat.

The Hollow twisted his nipple hard. And with a groan, he arched, spilling all over his fingers. Liquid warmth covered his hand and on the edge of his senses, he heard Ichigo and Zangetsu as they moaned and spilled their loads.

Immensely satisfied, Shirosaki lazily sat back. His fingers trailed carefully over his sated shaft. His entire body thrummed with lingering pleasure. He watched as Ichigo and Zangetsu slowly kissed.

A mattress squeaked as Ichigo shifted and brown eyes glanced around. The king finally acknowledged Shirosaki's presence.

Pervert, he accused, directing the words to his inner mind. He'd gotten better at that.

“Stuff it, aibou,” Shirosaki threw back with a lazy smirk, dragging his tongue over his soiled fingers. “You knew I was watchin’. Mebbe next time I can join.”

Stretching, Ichigo flopped back against his bed, seemingly unashamed of his nudity. “In your dreams.” He snorted.

“Every night,” Shirosaki said, the taste of his own spunk on his tongue. “I'll have you beggin' fer me soon enough.”

“Or perhaps you will be the one to beg.” Zangetsu appeared behind Shirosaki, fully dressed and looking unruffled for his recent activity.

Stretching out across the ground, Shirosaki just closed his eyes and smirked. “Maybe, maybe not. You'll have ta invite me ta find out though.”

“I'll keep that in mind,” Zangetsu drawled.

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a/n: So, so, so sorry for the wait, guys. I've had major computer trouble, as in my laptop has DIED. I'm presently working on my mother's until I can afford a new one. Or afford to get mine fixed. So in the meantime, updates aren't going to be as frequent. I don't know when I'll be able to get another.... April perhaps? It's up in the air at this point since I'm sorta between jobs...

Anyway, the next update will be sometime during March, I don't know when exactly. Just keep an eye out for it. I hope you enjoyed the drabble!