Last Quincy's Last Lover
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
1
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3,505
Reviews:
6
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The Beginning
Title // Last Quincy’s Last Lover
Author // R. Brightside (Co-Author of Fire and Ice)
Pairing // Kurosaki Isshin/Ishida Ryuken
Summary // The Last Quincy faces a small problem – he’s been captured by Shinigami. Although, there’s one standing by to be his friend and satiation for his sexual cravings.
Warnings// Angst and mansecks, and bondage (kinda?) for this chapter – each one has it’s own individual warnings. (-wh00t,nospoilers!!-)
AN // Ohmaigod. There is NO IssRyu love ;O; So I had to write this.
But yeah. Don’t flame the damn pairing – yes, they have babies, but it does explain everything. So, yah. Also, this works its way up to something that runs sort’a alongside Fire and Ice. Maybe something like a prequel, but not important. Uhm… Ryuken is something along the lines of late twenties, and Isshin is in early-thirties-looking category. Because we don’t actually know how old they are, this is an estimate. And yes, it doesn’t run with the timeline. Enjoy…? -hopes there are some rabid lovers of this pairing-
--
Running, running, running.
Don’t stop running.
I run, stumbling over my own feet and the uneven pavement beneath me.
They’re coming – their quick steps lead them to catch up with my sprint.
I’m terrified… I can still see the slaughter of my family right in front of my eyes. And as fast as I run, I can’t get away from that.
I turn, and hold up my bow, and feel the pierce of a blade through my shoulder, the pain racking my body. I scream, the noise ringing through the city, and the Shinigami are suddenly gone…
~*~*~*~
And I find myself in the warm embrace of someone unfamiliar, my shoulder wrapped. And then, I realize that it’s a Shinigami.
I shift uncomfortably, my throat too dry to speak, and my hands are tied above my head. Evidently, this Shinigami was smart enough to know I would have struck him if they weren’t.
I grunt softly, letting him know I’m awake, and he sits up to look at me with lazy, chocolate brown eyes.
The bastard had been RESTING on ME!
I glare at him, showing my obvious distaste, and bend my leg at the knee quickly and roughly, the movement almost a jerk.
It hits him right between the legs, and he falls to one side comically, groaning softly.
I twist, and kick him a few more times for good measure.
He grips my feet, and sighs. His voice is like silk, deep and caressing.
“I knew I should have tied these too.” He murmurs, frowning at me softly. “Damn, you got one mean kick, Quincy. Like a fuckin’ mule.”
I growl my protest, and he leans over me to grasp a bottle of water, and he unscrews the cap and holds the neck to my lips.
“Drink.” I refuse, and he tips the bottle more so water splashes over my faces and soaks my chest and neck, not to mention the lower half of my face. “Come on, it’s not poisoned. Damn.” He sticks his thumb into my mouth, and forces my mouth open, and then pours the water into my open mouth.
I spit it at him, coughing from water that slipped down my throat.
“You know, it’s really painful to do this for me as well.” The Shinigami sighs, and tips my head up so I can’t reject the water, and pours it down my throat. I have to swallow, and I glare at him throughout the entire process.
When he finally relents, I manage to grind out various expletives, coughing softly.
“Now, now. It’s not nice to say that so someone who’s got you under lock and key – and is keeping you away from Soul Society.”
“I need no-one to protect me.”
“Then what’s that hole in your shoulder?”
“I was caught offguard.”
I hate this man – who does he think he is? He’s trying to humiliate me, trying to get me to break my pride.
The Shinigami snorts, and then stands up, stretching. His robes are open enough for me to see a good part of his chest, and it stirs something inside me – something quite disturbing.
“If you don’t close your robes properly, I’ll retch.”
--
I don’t know how long I had been in his care before he started getting too friendly with me.
He started trying to initiate conversation, and as much as I told him to fuck off, he never would.
So, eventually, I gave in and listened to what he had to say.
Eventually, I found out that his name was Isshin (also the name of one of my roommates in medical school, which he seemed to find amusing), and that he was a Captain in the Gotei 13.
I realize that I had come to like him.
No more than a friend, I say to myself.
But something says otherwise.
He’d let my arms down from the bed for a few days, but kept me locked in the room, and had drained me of my Riatsu, somehow, so I couldn’t simply blast a door open for myself.
And I’m really not that inclined to leave – Isshin is good company.
I convince myself that I was merely delusional and lonely.
But again, something says otherwise.
--
Ryuken starts to wonder about Isshin after a fortnight.
He is handsome, dashingly so, and yet he doesn’t bring around friends, and he never hears him masturbating.
Even he does.
It was difficult; usually, his ‘fiancée’ (To the parents, anyway – To Ryuken, pointless lover, really.) usually came around once every few days, and they’d have rampant sex for hours.
But, of course, this means that Ryuken’s sexual appetite has increased with it, and he is craving, after two weeks of no stimulation.
Of course, Isshin has walked in on him when he was painfully aroused, and has taken the liberty to laugh at his predicament.
Of course, that’s how it all starts.
--
“I hate you.” Ryuken snarls, arousal still very prominent, reacting to Isshin’s energy. “I hate you and all your kind.”
“Maa, I’m not that bad, am I?” Isshin moves forward, smiling softly. “Besides, you shouldn’t judge people by what they are – more, who they are.”
“You’re all the same! You’ve slaughtered my whole family – EVERYONE! I hate Shinigami, and I always will.”
“Will you hate Shinigami even more if I did this?”
Isshin’s rough, chapped lips press to Ryuken’s, and the Quincy gasps as he is forced backwards onto the bed, allowing the Shinigami to plunder his mouth with his tongue.
This is… enjoyable.
Even if his ‘fiancée’ is a woman, this was still comfortable… hands larger than his own, rougher than hers, smoothing over his delicate, pale body and caressing everything they came across.
This isn’t happening.
Ryuken shoves against Isshin, but the sturdy Shinigami doesn’t move. He pushes harder, and then finds his hands pinned above his head, being rapidly tied with an obi.
“You’re all bastards. You’re going to rape me, aren’t you?”
Of course, Isshin takes this time to rub him through his pants, and Ryuken’s pride and resolve crumble quickly until he is moaning and begging for more.
One slick finger, two slick fingers.
Ryuken was in pain, but it was bliss. He couldn’t help but whimper and rocking his hips into the steady stretching of those wonderful, long fingers.
“Oh, Gods… Isshin…”
What seemed like an eternity passes, and finally, they are connected, crying out in unison.
The bed rocks with their passion, the room echoing with the sounds of their ecstasy, and their bodies connecting with rough slaps of flesh on flesh.
And finally, Ryuken releases, screaming out Isshin’s name, and the Shinigami does likewise.
Only, not as loud.
--
AN // Uhm, yeah. Tell me if you want more, people =3 Any kind'a critique is encouraged...
(Note: BrucesGirl saw this after I published it and demanded to beta because she can’t stand different tenses in a story. Everyone thank BG!)
Ta ta for now.
--R. Brightside
Author // R. Brightside (Co-Author of Fire and Ice)
Pairing // Kurosaki Isshin/Ishida Ryuken
Summary // The Last Quincy faces a small problem – he’s been captured by Shinigami. Although, there’s one standing by to be his friend and satiation for his sexual cravings.
Warnings// Angst and mansecks, and bondage (kinda?) for this chapter – each one has it’s own individual warnings. (-wh00t,nospoilers!!-)
AN // Ohmaigod. There is NO IssRyu love ;O; So I had to write this.
But yeah. Don’t flame the damn pairing – yes, they have babies, but it does explain everything. So, yah. Also, this works its way up to something that runs sort’a alongside Fire and Ice. Maybe something like a prequel, but not important. Uhm… Ryuken is something along the lines of late twenties, and Isshin is in early-thirties-looking category. Because we don’t actually know how old they are, this is an estimate. And yes, it doesn’t run with the timeline. Enjoy…? -hopes there are some rabid lovers of this pairing-
--
Running, running, running.
Don’t stop running.
I run, stumbling over my own feet and the uneven pavement beneath me.
They’re coming – their quick steps lead them to catch up with my sprint.
I’m terrified… I can still see the slaughter of my family right in front of my eyes. And as fast as I run, I can’t get away from that.
I turn, and hold up my bow, and feel the pierce of a blade through my shoulder, the pain racking my body. I scream, the noise ringing through the city, and the Shinigami are suddenly gone…
~*~*~*~
And I find myself in the warm embrace of someone unfamiliar, my shoulder wrapped. And then, I realize that it’s a Shinigami.
I shift uncomfortably, my throat too dry to speak, and my hands are tied above my head. Evidently, this Shinigami was smart enough to know I would have struck him if they weren’t.
I grunt softly, letting him know I’m awake, and he sits up to look at me with lazy, chocolate brown eyes.
The bastard had been RESTING on ME!
I glare at him, showing my obvious distaste, and bend my leg at the knee quickly and roughly, the movement almost a jerk.
It hits him right between the legs, and he falls to one side comically, groaning softly.
I twist, and kick him a few more times for good measure.
He grips my feet, and sighs. His voice is like silk, deep and caressing.
“I knew I should have tied these too.” He murmurs, frowning at me softly. “Damn, you got one mean kick, Quincy. Like a fuckin’ mule.”
I growl my protest, and he leans over me to grasp a bottle of water, and he unscrews the cap and holds the neck to my lips.
“Drink.” I refuse, and he tips the bottle more so water splashes over my faces and soaks my chest and neck, not to mention the lower half of my face. “Come on, it’s not poisoned. Damn.” He sticks his thumb into my mouth, and forces my mouth open, and then pours the water into my open mouth.
I spit it at him, coughing from water that slipped down my throat.
“You know, it’s really painful to do this for me as well.” The Shinigami sighs, and tips my head up so I can’t reject the water, and pours it down my throat. I have to swallow, and I glare at him throughout the entire process.
When he finally relents, I manage to grind out various expletives, coughing softly.
“Now, now. It’s not nice to say that so someone who’s got you under lock and key – and is keeping you away from Soul Society.”
“I need no-one to protect me.”
“Then what’s that hole in your shoulder?”
“I was caught offguard.”
I hate this man – who does he think he is? He’s trying to humiliate me, trying to get me to break my pride.
The Shinigami snorts, and then stands up, stretching. His robes are open enough for me to see a good part of his chest, and it stirs something inside me – something quite disturbing.
“If you don’t close your robes properly, I’ll retch.”
--
I don’t know how long I had been in his care before he started getting too friendly with me.
He started trying to initiate conversation, and as much as I told him to fuck off, he never would.
So, eventually, I gave in and listened to what he had to say.
Eventually, I found out that his name was Isshin (also the name of one of my roommates in medical school, which he seemed to find amusing), and that he was a Captain in the Gotei 13.
I realize that I had come to like him.
No more than a friend, I say to myself.
But something says otherwise.
He’d let my arms down from the bed for a few days, but kept me locked in the room, and had drained me of my Riatsu, somehow, so I couldn’t simply blast a door open for myself.
And I’m really not that inclined to leave – Isshin is good company.
I convince myself that I was merely delusional and lonely.
But again, something says otherwise.
--
Ryuken starts to wonder about Isshin after a fortnight.
He is handsome, dashingly so, and yet he doesn’t bring around friends, and he never hears him masturbating.
Even he does.
It was difficult; usually, his ‘fiancée’ (To the parents, anyway – To Ryuken, pointless lover, really.) usually came around once every few days, and they’d have rampant sex for hours.
But, of course, this means that Ryuken’s sexual appetite has increased with it, and he is craving, after two weeks of no stimulation.
Of course, Isshin has walked in on him when he was painfully aroused, and has taken the liberty to laugh at his predicament.
Of course, that’s how it all starts.
--
“I hate you.” Ryuken snarls, arousal still very prominent, reacting to Isshin’s energy. “I hate you and all your kind.”
“Maa, I’m not that bad, am I?” Isshin moves forward, smiling softly. “Besides, you shouldn’t judge people by what they are – more, who they are.”
“You’re all the same! You’ve slaughtered my whole family – EVERYONE! I hate Shinigami, and I always will.”
“Will you hate Shinigami even more if I did this?”
Isshin’s rough, chapped lips press to Ryuken’s, and the Quincy gasps as he is forced backwards onto the bed, allowing the Shinigami to plunder his mouth with his tongue.
This is… enjoyable.
Even if his ‘fiancée’ is a woman, this was still comfortable… hands larger than his own, rougher than hers, smoothing over his delicate, pale body and caressing everything they came across.
This isn’t happening.
Ryuken shoves against Isshin, but the sturdy Shinigami doesn’t move. He pushes harder, and then finds his hands pinned above his head, being rapidly tied with an obi.
“You’re all bastards. You’re going to rape me, aren’t you?”
Of course, Isshin takes this time to rub him through his pants, and Ryuken’s pride and resolve crumble quickly until he is moaning and begging for more.
One slick finger, two slick fingers.
Ryuken was in pain, but it was bliss. He couldn’t help but whimper and rocking his hips into the steady stretching of those wonderful, long fingers.
“Oh, Gods… Isshin…”
What seemed like an eternity passes, and finally, they are connected, crying out in unison.
The bed rocks with their passion, the room echoing with the sounds of their ecstasy, and their bodies connecting with rough slaps of flesh on flesh.
And finally, Ryuken releases, screaming out Isshin’s name, and the Shinigami does likewise.
Only, not as loud.
--
AN // Uhm, yeah. Tell me if you want more, people =3 Any kind'a critique is encouraged...
(Note: BrucesGirl saw this after I published it and demanded to beta because she can’t stand different tenses in a story. Everyone thank BG!)
Ta ta for now.
--R. Brightside