Initiation Indignation
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
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5,636
Reviews:
5
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Two's Company
Title: Two’s Company
Author: chibi-zoe
Series: Bleach
Pairing: Soi Fong x Hitsugaya
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: OOC-ness
Summary: Toshiro has just been promoted to Captain and discovered that they have an initiation ritual where he has to spend one night with each of his fellow captains.
The Second Division Lieutenant is seriously getting on Toshiro’s nerves. He has no idea if the enormous man knows anything about why he is here, or if he’s just always this unpleasant, but either way, one more condescending remark, and the man is going to be a shinigami snow cone. In his head, Hyourinmaru slithers restlessly and rumbles icy agreement.
All too soon, Toshiro is directed into a sparsely decorated room and the door is slid shut behind him. Captain Soi Fong looks remarkably different in a floral lounging robe with her hair unbound; she looks softer and more approachable. Toshiro feels a knot in his chest loose; this might not be as bad as he had originally feared. Kneeling on a floor cushion as directed, he allows a small smile to grace his features, as he offers to pour tea.
Rather surprisingly, after a short, one-sided, game of Twenty Questions, Toshiro is led down a short hallway and waved into an odd-looking room. There is no bed, only a long, narrow, leather bench with what looks suspiciously like manacles secured to both ends. Turning his head to question his evening’s partner, he stops suddenly. Soi Fong’s cheeks are flushed, her eyes are glowing with excitement, and her mouth is slightly open to allow for her quickened breathing. Toshiro feels his stomach drop at the sight.
Stark naked, flat on his back, and strapped down on the bench, Toshiro can feel his heart pounding wildly. He’s not exactly scared, because he knows that he can break free if he has to, but adrenaline is coursing through his body. Above him, Soi Fong is slowly parting her robe and the sound of rustling fabric, as it slips off her shoulders and puddles on the floor, fills Toshiro’s ears even as his eyes drink in the sight of her naked body.
Her thighs are resting on either side of his head, making the rushing sound of his blood echo in his ears, and as she lowers herself, he inhales her unique scent. Knowing what she wants, he slowly extends his tongue and licks delicately at the exposed flesh. Hearing an encouraging murmur, he experiments by swirling his tongue and thrusting it against her. He can feel her excitement, mixed with his saliva, dribbling into his mouth, and licks his lips.
Abruptly, the woman above him is gone, and hen he feels the most wonderful tightness slowly enveloping his length. Ironically, Soi Fong takes exactly the same position that he took with Yamamoto the previous evening. She is nestled on his lap, with her hands on his chest for balance, and is slowly raising and lowering her hips. The feeling is exquisite. Looking up at her, he is astonished by the look of lust on her normally harsh features.
He has never before seen a woman touching herself, and he stares avidly at the slender hand working busily between her thighs. His head is on an awkward angle and cricking his neck, but he can’t tear his eyes away from the glorious sight. All too soon though, she stiffens, and throws her head back, as her lower muscles squeeze Toshiro unmercifully. Grunting softly, he thrusts up against her until he reaches his own peak, and then slumps back onto the bench, boneless with pleasure.
From his position on the bench, Toshiro watches as Soi Fong rises gracefully to her feet and cleans herself up. Then she unlocks his bonds and tosses him the damp washcloth. Wiping himself down, he looks up briefly to catch her watching him. Smiling slightly, he turns to look at some of the other, more intriguing, items scattered about the room, wondering what they’re used for. The sound of soft laughter behind him sends shivers up his spine.
Author: chibi-zoe
Series: Bleach
Pairing: Soi Fong x Hitsugaya
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: OOC-ness
Summary: Toshiro has just been promoted to Captain and discovered that they have an initiation ritual where he has to spend one night with each of his fellow captains.
The Second Division Lieutenant is seriously getting on Toshiro’s nerves. He has no idea if the enormous man knows anything about why he is here, or if he’s just always this unpleasant, but either way, one more condescending remark, and the man is going to be a shinigami snow cone. In his head, Hyourinmaru slithers restlessly and rumbles icy agreement.
All too soon, Toshiro is directed into a sparsely decorated room and the door is slid shut behind him. Captain Soi Fong looks remarkably different in a floral lounging robe with her hair unbound; she looks softer and more approachable. Toshiro feels a knot in his chest loose; this might not be as bad as he had originally feared. Kneeling on a floor cushion as directed, he allows a small smile to grace his features, as he offers to pour tea.
Rather surprisingly, after a short, one-sided, game of Twenty Questions, Toshiro is led down a short hallway and waved into an odd-looking room. There is no bed, only a long, narrow, leather bench with what looks suspiciously like manacles secured to both ends. Turning his head to question his evening’s partner, he stops suddenly. Soi Fong’s cheeks are flushed, her eyes are glowing with excitement, and her mouth is slightly open to allow for her quickened breathing. Toshiro feels his stomach drop at the sight.
Stark naked, flat on his back, and strapped down on the bench, Toshiro can feel his heart pounding wildly. He’s not exactly scared, because he knows that he can break free if he has to, but adrenaline is coursing through his body. Above him, Soi Fong is slowly parting her robe and the sound of rustling fabric, as it slips off her shoulders and puddles on the floor, fills Toshiro’s ears even as his eyes drink in the sight of her naked body.
Her thighs are resting on either side of his head, making the rushing sound of his blood echo in his ears, and as she lowers herself, he inhales her unique scent. Knowing what she wants, he slowly extends his tongue and licks delicately at the exposed flesh. Hearing an encouraging murmur, he experiments by swirling his tongue and thrusting it against her. He can feel her excitement, mixed with his saliva, dribbling into his mouth, and licks his lips.
Abruptly, the woman above him is gone, and hen he feels the most wonderful tightness slowly enveloping his length. Ironically, Soi Fong takes exactly the same position that he took with Yamamoto the previous evening. She is nestled on his lap, with her hands on his chest for balance, and is slowly raising and lowering her hips. The feeling is exquisite. Looking up at her, he is astonished by the look of lust on her normally harsh features.
He has never before seen a woman touching herself, and he stares avidly at the slender hand working busily between her thighs. His head is on an awkward angle and cricking his neck, but he can’t tear his eyes away from the glorious sight. All too soon though, she stiffens, and throws her head back, as her lower muscles squeeze Toshiro unmercifully. Grunting softly, he thrusts up against her until he reaches his own peak, and then slumps back onto the bench, boneless with pleasure.
From his position on the bench, Toshiro watches as Soi Fong rises gracefully to her feet and cleans herself up. Then she unlocks his bonds and tosses him the damp washcloth. Wiping himself down, he looks up briefly to catch her watching him. Smiling slightly, he turns to look at some of the other, more intriguing, items scattered about the room, wondering what they’re used for. The sound of soft laughter behind him sends shivers up his spine.