Initiation Indignation
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
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5,637
Reviews:
5
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Three's a Crowd
Title: Three’s A Crowd
Author: chibi-zoe
Series: Bleach
Pairing: Ichimaru 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.
When he fronts at the Third Division right on dusk, he is met personally by Captain Ichimaru, who is smiling as brightly as ever. It makes Toshiro want to turn on his heel and stalk back to his own quarters. Instead, he grits his teeth and makes polite small talk as they stroll deeper into the division. On the way, they pass the gloomy blond Lieutenant, who scowls at his captain before turning and stalking off in a different direction. Ichimaru only laughs gleefully at the odd reaction.
Ichimaru’s rooms are a shrine to opulence and comfort, completely at odds with the rest of the division. A pair of muscular arms slides around his neck and skims down his chest as he stands and admires the artworks hanging on the walls. The unexpected warmth against his back is surprisingly comforting, and Toshiro leans back slightly into the embrace. A quiet exhalation ruffles his hair before soft lips start nibbling lightly on his ear lobe.
He knew that Ichimaru enjoyed teasing people, but had never suspected that the habit might flow over into the other captain’s love life. He had been undressed with utmost slowness, every inch of his skin ticklishly caressed and then soothed with a butterfly kiss. He is now writhing with desire in Ichimaru’s sinfully soft bed, hovering on the verge of begging the man to just get on with it. Biting his lip against the alluring pleasure, he reaches up to wrap his arms around the other mans’ neck.
Even penetration is like a game to Ichimaru. He stops and starts and withdraws in a fashion maddeningly devoid of pattern. Toshiro can feel his fingernails gouging into Ichimaru’s back in frustrated passion, and does his best to raise and lower his hips, trying to force the other man to give up his teasing. His efforts go unrewarded however as silver-haired lover withdraws completely and lowers his head to trail light kisses across his torso.
Desperate for something rhythmic to stimulate him, Toshiro lowers his hand and starts to finger himself. He watches through half-lidded eyes as Ichimaru follows every movement of his hand, then whines softly as the other man pulls his hand away and traps it on the bed beside his head. One glance at Ichimaru’s face and Toshiro is blown away by the naked lust depicted there. He shudders as fingers much larger than his own slide into him.
It seems as if Ichimaru knows exactly where his sweet spot is, and is deliberately avoiding it. Toshiro wriggles his hips desperately, and finally Ichimaru withdraws his fingers and thrusts himself fully into Toshiro’s desperate body. Throwing his head back in pleasure, Toshiro is surprised to see that the teasing smirk is finally gone from Ichimaru’s features; the man is flushed and his mouth is open as he pants for breath.
His orgasm, when it finally hits, is stronger than Toshiro has ever experienced before. Clearly there was a method behind Ichimaru’s continual teasing, even if it was incredibly frustrating. He stays still as Ichimaru manoeuvres himself so that he is no longer crushing Toshiro with his weight, and cuddles up to him. Beneath him, the wet spot is slowly spreading, and he uses the edge of the sheet to clean up his belly, then he rolls further into Ichimaru’s embrace, finding the ticklish fingers less annoying than the sticky dampness.
Author: chibi-zoe
Series: Bleach
Pairing: Ichimaru 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.
When he fronts at the Third Division right on dusk, he is met personally by Captain Ichimaru, who is smiling as brightly as ever. It makes Toshiro want to turn on his heel and stalk back to his own quarters. Instead, he grits his teeth and makes polite small talk as they stroll deeper into the division. On the way, they pass the gloomy blond Lieutenant, who scowls at his captain before turning and stalking off in a different direction. Ichimaru only laughs gleefully at the odd reaction.
Ichimaru’s rooms are a shrine to opulence and comfort, completely at odds with the rest of the division. A pair of muscular arms slides around his neck and skims down his chest as he stands and admires the artworks hanging on the walls. The unexpected warmth against his back is surprisingly comforting, and Toshiro leans back slightly into the embrace. A quiet exhalation ruffles his hair before soft lips start nibbling lightly on his ear lobe.
He knew that Ichimaru enjoyed teasing people, but had never suspected that the habit might flow over into the other captain’s love life. He had been undressed with utmost slowness, every inch of his skin ticklishly caressed and then soothed with a butterfly kiss. He is now writhing with desire in Ichimaru’s sinfully soft bed, hovering on the verge of begging the man to just get on with it. Biting his lip against the alluring pleasure, he reaches up to wrap his arms around the other mans’ neck.
Even penetration is like a game to Ichimaru. He stops and starts and withdraws in a fashion maddeningly devoid of pattern. Toshiro can feel his fingernails gouging into Ichimaru’s back in frustrated passion, and does his best to raise and lower his hips, trying to force the other man to give up his teasing. His efforts go unrewarded however as silver-haired lover withdraws completely and lowers his head to trail light kisses across his torso.
Desperate for something rhythmic to stimulate him, Toshiro lowers his hand and starts to finger himself. He watches through half-lidded eyes as Ichimaru follows every movement of his hand, then whines softly as the other man pulls his hand away and traps it on the bed beside his head. One glance at Ichimaru’s face and Toshiro is blown away by the naked lust depicted there. He shudders as fingers much larger than his own slide into him.
It seems as if Ichimaru knows exactly where his sweet spot is, and is deliberately avoiding it. Toshiro wriggles his hips desperately, and finally Ichimaru withdraws his fingers and thrusts himself fully into Toshiro’s desperate body. Throwing his head back in pleasure, Toshiro is surprised to see that the teasing smirk is finally gone from Ichimaru’s features; the man is flushed and his mouth is open as he pants for breath.
His orgasm, when it finally hits, is stronger than Toshiro has ever experienced before. Clearly there was a method behind Ichimaru’s continual teasing, even if it was incredibly frustrating. He stays still as Ichimaru manoeuvres himself so that he is no longer crushing Toshiro with his weight, and cuddles up to him. Beneath him, the wet spot is slowly spreading, and he uses the edge of the sheet to clean up his belly, then he rolls further into Ichimaru’s embrace, finding the ticklish fingers less annoying than the sticky dampness.