Nun and his Hooker Series

Title: Nun and Hooker Series
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Kink: Voyeurism
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Byakuya Kuchiki x Zaraki Kenpachi, Madarame Ikkaku x Matsumoto Rangiku, onesided: Madarame Ikkaku x Zaraki Kenpachi
Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: I neither own Bleach nor Byakuya and Zaraki [sadly ):] and don’t get any money for writing this fanfiction.

Warning:
English is not my mother tongue – I am still studying it.

Information:
First chapter of my kink series. (:

Voyeurism

Carefully Ikkaku slid open the door and peeked into the room – nobody to be seen. Slowly he walked over to the desk. He opened one of the drawers – there it was! Ikkaku breathed out. So far so good.

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FLASHBACK

“Yo Ikkaku!” one slurring Matsumoto leaned into him. “Truth or dare?”
“...dare.” he said and grinned.
It was one of their personal sake parties. Only Matsumoto, Yumichika, Hisagi, Kira and him. Currently they were playing truth or dare. The official party game when you are drunk, bored and your captains forbid you to play tag naked.

Matsumoto put her finger on her chin and thought about it. Then she jumped up excitedly.

“I dare you to go into Kenpachi’s room and steal his sake!”
“Sorry Matsumoto, but I ain’t suicidal.”
“True. You are a coward.” she replied grinning.

Now, Ikkaku was a lot, but NOT a coward. He stood up, determination written all over his face.
“I shall do it!” he shouted and stroked a pose.
The others cheered.

FLASHBACK END

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So here he was, sake bottle in hand and ready to leave. He was barely up, when the bathroom door opened. Quickly Ikkaku dodged.

“I don’t know why ya care so much how often I wash my hair.”
“I do not care how often you wash your hair Zaraki.” Oh great! The Kuchiki-ass. “But if you wash it too often your hair will start to break.”

The 3rd Seat heard sheets being pulled – seemed they were laying down.

“What ya tryin’ to say? That my hair is broken?”
“Not yet. But it could very soon be. Maybe you should stop putting it up in spikes. Then you do not have to wash them so often.”
“Ha! Now I know what ya wanna have! Me leavin’ my hair down. Well sucks for you Kuchiki, but that ain’t gonna happen.”
“But WHY? It looks so much better when it is hanging freely.”

Ikkaku moved quickly upwards – fear made him want to see what was going on.

They were laying in the center of the room on mats. Zaraki was laying on his right side, back to Ikkaku and blocking him from seeing Kuchiki [Not that he wanted to see that one].

“Ain’t gonna happen. Ya might as well stop now.”
“Hmpf. I shall not give up.”
“That’s what I love about ya. So determined.”
“No. I am merely a spoiled noble who will get what he wants.”

Kenpachi laughed.
Ikkaku’s eyes widened – was Kuchiki actually joking around?

“Who said ya will get what ya want?”
“Until now I have always got what I wanted.”
“Ah yah?”
“Yes. I even got you.”

Kenpachi laughed again.

Silence.

Then Byakuya clapped his hands on Zaraki’s shoulder and pushed him on his back – taking place on his hips.
Ikkaku’s eyes widened. Can’t they just sleep?
Kuchiki was smirking down at Kenpachi.

“I think you forgot something demon.”
“Ah, and what might that be?” asked a grinning Zaraki.
“May, are you not feisty today?” Byakuya leaned down, their lips almost touching “I think I have to show you again who is boss.”

Before Zaraki could utter another word Byakuya started to kiss him hungrily, his hand stroking down the other’s chest. Then he moved to one of the other’s nipples, tweaking the little nub between his fingers.
Kenpachi moaned into the kiss.
Ikkaku swallowed. Kami-sama! They weren’t going to fuck now, where they? He wanted out!

“Gosh Kushiki.” Zaraki gasped and pulled Ikkaku out of his thoughts.

Byakuya sat there, smirking. One hand still playing with the nipple, the other between the taller’s legs.
Oh my god! Was he stroking his dick?
The bald man wanted to close his eyes! He wanted to hide under the desk again, close his eyes and cover his ears!
But he just couldn’t move his eyes away.

Kuchiki has opened his captain’s kimono by now, stroking over one hipbone and pumping his cock.
Kenpachi’s head was thrown back, hands trying to crawl into the mat and legs spread widely around the 6th’s hips.
Ikkaku could feel himself getting hard. Yumichika has been right all this time – their captain was beautiful.

A loud whiny moan – the 3rd put his attention back on the pair.
Kuchiki had let go of his captain, put off his kimono and was currently sucking on three of his fingers. With glassed eyes Kenpachi was watching him.
Finished he removed his fingers and watched Zaraki.

“Now boy. Suck me.”

The 11th captain moaned once more, then crawled over and took the noble’s cock in his hand [Ikkaku had to be honest. He was rather impressed by Kuchiki’s size] and leaned forward, taking him in his mouth.
Ikkaku swallowed down a gasp. He has never imagined his captain like this. But here he was, the great demon of the 80th District, giving head to the Kuckiki noble, who stroked his hair and looked down at him as if Kenpachi was his most prized possession.
Was Ikkaku’s taichou purring around the cock?
He probably did, because suddenly the 6th captain started to gasp and moan.
The bald’s dick was weeping by now. Seeing his captain like this... somewhere in the back of his mind he wished he was Kuchiki.

“Stop it.”

Ikkaku looked surprised at the noble’s face. He looked all demanding again.

“Kimono off. Turn around. On all fours.” he ordered coldly.

Was his captain... Ikkaku’s eyes widened. His taichou did what he has been told! But didn’t that mean he was the man being fucked... that he was the woman?
Ikkaku always thought that the rule between gays was that the taller fucks the shorter one.
Of course, he should have known.
Byakuya was a control bitch and Kenpachi never followed any rules. It actually made sense now that the noble was the one in charge and Zaraki was...
Ikkaku shook his head.

“Spread your legs more boy. I want you all open for me.”

Zaraki had his head on his elbows, facing the desk. His hips were raised high in the air – legs spread widely open.
The bald one had to take a deep breath. Gosh his captain looked hot like that!
Kuchiki stroked over the asscheeks and then moved a finger between them.
Kenpachi grasped as it entered him.
Ikkaku bit down a moan.

“I love you like this. All wantonly and vulnerable.” Byakuya whispered.
The 3rd could see that he was very aroused – voice shaky, eyes dazed and cock dipping.
He added a second finger and suddenly his captain almost chocked. A slutty moan escaped his lips and he shoved his ass back on Kuchiki’s fingers.
Said one chuckled and added a third one.

“Now, who is the one in control? Tell me, little kitty.”

Zaraki moaned and opened his eyes – teary, golden eyes looked at the desk. Ikkaku was just glad he didn’t raise his head.

“Tell me. Or I will leave you hanging like this!”
“Y..you.” the 11th Captain chocked out. “You are in control.”
“And do I get what I want?”
“A... always.”

Pleased with the answer Byakuya removed his fingers, gaining a displeased moan from the demon, placed his hands on slim hips and entered him in one move.
Zaraki gasped.
Ikkaku almost came.
He wished he could kill Kuchiki, take his place and fuck his captain into the floor.
Byakuya moaned loudly.

“Kami-sama! Don’t clench your ass like that!”
“Please. Please move Kuya!”

Byakuya smirked and started to move his hips forward – at the same time he pulled Kenpachi’s hips forcefully against his.
Zaraki crawled his hands in front of him, threw his head back and shouted.
Putting the self-loving-ass grin back on his face Byakuya continued with the hard pace.

Ikkaku was only a bundle of lust. He could already see himself in Kuchiki’s place. His powerful captain spread all openly in front of him, head thrown back and lusty moans escaping his kiss swollen lips and his tight hot channel gripping Ikkaku’s hard cock in a fierce grip.

The bald one crawled his hands into his tights and bit his lips. He was here, behind the desk and could only watch as the Captain of the 6th Division gasped and pounded into the Captain of 11th, who had his back bend in a curve – it looked as if it would split any moment – and was moaning like a cheap Rukongai bitch.

Kuchiki forced himself to let go of the hips, already leaving bruises, and started to stroke Kenpachi’s dick in rhythm with his thrusts. It only took some strokes and his captain was moaning again and came hard all over the mat.
Ikkaku gasped and came too.

“Oh fuck Ken! You are so damn tight!” Byakuya cursed loudly and came deep inside of him.

Completely spend both man crushed panting on the floor not able to move at all.
Ikkaku sat down behind the desk, trying to not breathe too loudly while his eyes still looked transfixed ahead of him.
Distantly he heard the two men moving, his mind still replaying what he just saw.
After some minutes he finally managed to pull himself back together. Slowly he raised himself up again, peeking over the desk.
Both captains were back tugged under the sheets – Zaraki’s back once again facing the desk, this time his head was on Kuchiki’s chest though.
Both seemed out cold.
The 3rd Seat swallowed and sat back down. He better wait until he was completely sure they were asleep.
After half an hour passed he picked the bottle up and moved quietly towards the door. Once he reached it he slid it carefully open, slipped through it and closed it behind him again.
Once he was outside he took a deep breath.
He has to get a shower now, then pick up his girlfriend and play with her boobies. He has seen enough dick for a lifetime. He just hoped the image of them both would leave him soon.

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The door closed behind Ikkaku and cold eyes opened.
Stroking his lover’s hair Byakuya smirked at the ceiling.
That will teach Ikkaku that Kenpachi does indeed belong to him. And he did not intend to share.