Somewhat Pretty

Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach…well actually I do but I use it for getting stains out of my white clothes. The SERIES Bleach is beyond anything I could concievably think up on my own. Soooo… It’s someone elses brain-child.

Notes: Not really seriously beta’d…I had a brief browse through it…if there’s a huge glaring inconsistancy…then please point it out…Also…I wrote this fiction as a birthday present to myself…I’m turning 25 on the big 14th of October…having a cosplay party…going as Rukia…I now have her haircut…it’s AWESOME…lol

Summary: He watched hungrily as Hisagi took the tiniest of steps backwards, so small it just seemed a shifting of his feet. But in that insignificant gesture, Yumichika knew he had won.

Presenting! What the writers didn’t want you to see - what the animators didn’t want to draw! Finally! The TRUTH in one-shot form!


Somewhat pretty
By Hellagoddess


They faced each other, eyes narrowed, bodies tense with the urge to fight, the desire to defend. Each man silently reaffirmed that they were fighting on the side of right, the other was their enemy.

Ayasegawa Yumichika silently assessed the man opposite him. Their group had encountered enemy Shinigami, pairing off to make the battle easier, even though their Taichou had wanted all three. Yumichika gave a small smirk at that, his eyes still scanning the other for movement. The 11th Division Captain had wanted to keep the fight all to himself, but his fellow Shinigami lusted for the battle as much as he, loathing for any chance to slip by them. That’s why they were in the 11th Division in the first place.

His eyes raked over the man standing opposite him with a discerning eye, forgetting about the fight for an instant and appraising him instead. Yumichika hated fighting ugly men. His gaze took in the lithely muscled frame, instantly comparing it to his own beauty and, although it fell far below, it was not so removed that it didn’t inspire a small thread of desire.

‘At least I got the best-looking one…’ He thought smugly to himself.

Lieutenant Shuhei Hisagi. Yumichika’s mind briefly flicked through what it knew of the other man. Failed the entrance exam twice and friends with the fox Taichou. The Shinigami repressed a tiny shiver of revulsion at the idea of the kitsune-jin, before quickly dismissing it. He hadn’t seen the other mans zanpakutou but at this juncture it was completely moot, or would be soon. Beautiful eyes took in the small tattoos and scars adorning the other mans face with some curiosity. He’d never been close enough to the Lieutenant before to pay him so much attention.

Scratches running down from his eye gave the appearance of a rougher fighter, someone who wasn’t afraid to take a hit to reach his goal. Yumichika’s mouth twisted briefly at the thought of such imperfections adorning his own face, another smirk surfacing when he resolved that it would never happen. His gaze travelled again, skipping over the large thin plaster, dismissing its relevance before resting on the small numbers inscribed on the other mans cheek. If he speculated correctly, Hisagi had originally come for the 69th District of Rukongai, though why such a blatant everyday reminder as a tattoo on his face was needed, the 5th seat had no idea.

Here was a man standing before him that he knew very little about. He felt a rush of carnal desire through him. So many things he could find out, so many little hidden places on the Lieutenant’s body; things to make him itch and moan, arch his back and swoon under the pleasure he would feel. The 5th Seat smirked to himself, knowing the sudden desire he had for the other man was reflected in his eyes.

‘I’m sure Ikkaku wouldn’t mind a little…information-gathering mission on our Divisions behalf…’

He saw, watching hungrily, as Hisagi took the tiniest of steps backwards, so small it just seemed a shifting of his feet. But in that insignificant gesture, Yumichika knew he had won.

He had to have him.

“Ayasegawa, are we gonna fight or what…?” The other man suddenly sounded irritated and Yumichika realised he would have been standing there for a while. Not terribly long by any standards, only slightly less than a minute, but from the flaring reiatsu of his Division-mates, the other fights had already begun.

Yumichika let the smirk rise on his face as he settled an elegantly manicured hand on the hilt of his zanpakutou. Fuji Kujaku gave a thick surge of power, the sword indicating just how eager it was to be used. Blinding light flared around the edge of the scabbard, drawing the gaze of both combatants.

He watched the Lieutenant’s eyes widen in confusion, and while nowhere near as beautiful as his own, they were certainly something he wouldn’t mind a closer look at. Briefly he wondered what they would look like half-lidded in passion, the mans mouth parted to let his heavy breath pass, slack and inviting. Smiling to himself, he tucked that delectable image away for later perusal.

Eyes cast down in mock shyness and hidden pride, Yumichika slowly asked for the other mans confidence. Could he please refrain from mentioning what his zanpakutou could do? He didn’t want his friends to hate him after all. The both knew that the 11th Division zanpakutou were used for direct attacks. Subtle arts and demon magic were supposed to be left to the weaker Shinigami, the ones that couldn’t overwhelm by sheer strength and force. It would just be too embarrassing.

He could see the fleeting look of understanding pass across Hisagi’s face, the slight shifts in his body betraying his readiness for such attacks. He drew it slowly; eyes fixed on his opponent who had also drawn.

A sudden flash of confusion across the Lieutenant’s face before his back slammed into the tile on the roof. Yumichika saw Hisagi’s poorly hidden wince of discomfort, the hand that had been reaching for his zanpakutou clutching futilely as the blade slid out of reach, assisted by the slant of the roof. The 5th Seat smirked openly as the man suddenly realised why he couldn’t shift that extra few inches to grasp his falling blade. His wrist was pinned down.

This part was always amusing. Yumichika sat back to observe.

He watched as Hisagi brought his other hand over, trying to worm his fingers under the restriction, trying to wrench his wrist from it, wriggling his fingers down the side till he met with the tile of the roof, realising the whatever was around his wrist was fused to the surface. He summoned his strength, trying to lift his wrist be sheer exertion, he grunted with the effort, cords of muscle standing out in relief on his arm, face screwed up in epic concentration.

Yumichika calmly walked to his opponent, gracefully side-stepping the irate kick thrown his way as the man twisted to and fro at his feet. He held his zanpakutou above the other, watching as Hisagi’s eyes squinted, trying to see the blade through the white glare it was giving off.

He grunted again, and hissed when he other hand was pinned at his side, his ankles quickly following suit. Yumichika watched as Hisagi arched and strained against his bonds, waiting for the moment when the man would give up and accept his fate. He didn’t have to wait long, as the Lieutenant slumped against his restraints, glaring it him and cursing in most foul language. Of course he’d heard fouler from his Taichou, but it still offended his somewhat delicate sensibilities.

This was normally the part where he defeated his opponent, the kill swift and easy. When the only blood let was that of the other man, Yumichika could happily sheathe his sword and return home, knowing his beautiful face had survived another fight to the death.

But…this foe was different. He didn’t want to just kill him and be done with it.

“You’re…somewhat pretty…” He murmured under his breath, mostly to himself but not missing the suddenly stilled movements, rushed intake of breath and wary look the other man gave him.

He gently traced the line of his cheek with the very tip of Fuji Kujaku, drawing the tiniest trail of blood and causing the man to wrench his face away, eyes narrowed in hatred mixed with outrage and a trace of fear at the blatant curiosity and desire on Yumichika’s features.

The 5th Seat slowly knelt beside him, causing a renewed struggle from Shuhei; the man arched his back, desperate to retreat from the face that was slowly coming closer to his own. Yumichika felt the Lieutenant shudder as his tongue slowly lapped up the trail of blood on his cheek, hearing the startled gasp and hiss of pain as he wriggled his tongue into the cut to get more of the taste. He sat back on his heels, a contemplative look on his face and a gentle finger resting on his lips.

“Sweet…” He whispered to himself again, his expression remaining impassive and slightly clinical and he leaned over Hisagi and began to tug at the front of his robe.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Shuhei’s breath exploded in a rush, the sheer ridiculousness of the situation finally overcoming him. “Get away from me, you traitor!”

Yumichika arched his eyebrow slightly at the remark, deciding to ignoring anything else that came out of that mouth unless it was a noise that pleased him.

With that resolved, he promptly finished his task, holding the mans hips steady and he quickly leant down.

Get off me! Stop doi- AH!” Hisagi’s protests was suddenly cut off as Yumichika wrapped his silky lips around the others flaccid length. He sucked, hollowing his cheeks and making good use of his tongue. He’d once been told, in the slightly distasteful and sweaty aftermath of furious lovemaking, that he had a mouth that could seduce angels. When his hand came up to gently cup Hisagi’s balls, rolling them lightly in his fingers and giving another hard suck, the stilted moan that left the other mans mouth was an affirmation of that fact. He felt the length begin to twitch to life and harden on his lips. He circled the tip with his tongue, stabbing it into the slit and tasting Hisagi’s most intimate flavour.

Putting all his skill to use, he soon had the Lieutenant at full hardness, his hips making little thrusts up into his mouth, incoherent mumblings of protest and encouragement spilling from his lips.

‘Men are such simple creatures…’ He thought, self-satisfied with his performance so far.

Yumichika did feel slightly perturbed that the man had been so easy to overcome, but, he shrugged mentally, it wasn’t like he was complaining. At least this way there wasn’t any chance that flailing limbs would injure him. Some men could become particularly violent if they didn’t have any underlying feeling towards their sex. But from the way Hisagi was groaning softly and trying to force his cock further down Yumichika’s throat, the Lieutenant didn’t have a problem with it.

He stopped suddenly, loving the sound of protest that ripped from Shuhei’s mouth, cushioned by his panting. He arched an amused eyebrow at the Shinigami as the man slowly came back to himself; shame creeping across his face quickly followed by its darker cousin, anger. Before the man could open his mouth though, Yumichika quickly sunk his head back down, licking a ticklish trail across the Hisagi’s balls and up his length, feeling the mans rebelliousness turn to dust in his mouth, wasted breath expelling in a rush.

The sudden sense of enormous power over the other Death God was painful in its ability to arouse him.

Entertaining himself with the various noises he could pull from his fellow Shinigami, Yumichika dipped a hand into his own robe, searching out a small pocket he’d sewed himself for such occasions as these. If Ishida had known, he would have been proud of the workmanship and innovativeness that such a pocket provided.

A small tube found its way into his hand, the cap undone and fingers slicked before Hisagi could take more than two breaths. Never pausing in his oral torture, Yumichika opened his own robe, pausing briefly to give himself an admiring glance, his free hand leaving Hisagi and drifting down to caress his own silky skin. He groaned around the erection in his mouth as a manicured nail circled his nipple, scratching lightly across it before continuing down. He felt his erection harden further and considered how fucked up it really was that he turned himself on more than anyone or any scenario he could possibly come up with. Unless he could somehow create a double of himself. The idea made him groan again, hearing an answering noise from Hisagi as the vibration travelled up his body, Yumichika’s talented tongue flicking rapidly back and forth across the tip of his cock.

But back to the situation at hand, he mentally chided himself, picking up the pace while he quickly stretched himself, holding back the groans when he brushed up against his prostate. There would be time enough for that soon.

He lifted his head and checked on the state of the Shinigami spread out beneath him. Hisagi was panting heavily, sweat beading on his brow. Yumichika flicked out his tongue against the tip of his cock, catching the precome gathering there and Hisagi jumped, groaning, the muscles in his stomach twitching with each touch, his thighs quivering under Yumichika’s skilled hands.

The 5th Seat smirked, very pleased with himself. He was ready.

Requisitioning the small tube, he coated his hand, distracting Hisagi with teasing little licks, his warm breath ghosting over the other mans crotch. The tattooed Shinigami let out a surprised noise that disintegrated into a moan when a slick hand quickly fisted him, the cool gel obviously a relief on his aching arousal.

Yumichika let go and straddled him, his own arousal and the fact they could technically be caught any moment fuelling the speed of his movements. He couldn’t, however, resist teasing the Shinigami beneath him for a few moments. Reaching down and slowly stroking the others length, he pressed the tip against himself, rocking downwards slightly. He waited for the strained breath and the insistent press of Hisagi’s hips before he eased off, denying the penetration, but still lightly touching him. Hisagi groaned, trying to glare and failing when Yumichika shifted down again, this time letting the other man enter him slightly before easing off again. Hisagi let out a frustrated noise, a tiny hint of a plea coming through, his hands clenching by his sides.

‘Come on…beg for it. You know you want me, you little bitch…’ He waited, repeating his movements and letting Hisagi slip a little further into him each time, setting no particular rhythm to his actions. Minutes passed and Hisagi’s head tossed from side to side, his spikes laying out across the tiles, some sticking to his forehead with sweat.

‘Hn…he’s almost beautiful like this…’ Yumichika thought, dipping his hips again, teasingly holding his place for a few short seconds, tricking the Shinigami into thinking this was finally it before he slid off him completely.

‘Here it comes…’ He thought smugly and was right when Hisagi let out a frustrated hiss, lifting his hips into the air pleadingly.

“Hey…don’t…please…don’t stop…” He whispered, the sheer need in his voice making Yumichika’s ego swell beyond epic proportions. Although it made him wonder briefly how much the admission had cost him.

He leaned forward, letting the tip of Hisagi’s cock slip slickly inside him again as he breathed warmly across the other mans lips, letting little flickers of his power wash over the Lieutenant, caressing his skin in infinitesimal flares of heat.

“What do you want?” He whispered huskily, punctuating his words with little dips of his hips that seemed agonising to the other Shinigami with the way his face screwed up and his breathing stuttered in his throat. His hands were fisting at his sides again, useless.

“I want…I want…oh god I want…nnngh…” Words failed the Lieutenant again as the Shinigami above him slipped down his shaft a little further.

“What? You want…what? This?” The 5th Seat rotated his hips slightly, accepting another inch of the man below him. Hisagi’s breath left him in an explosion and neither man realised he’d been holding it. The expulsion must have been blocking a dam full of words because they fell from his lips in a rush straight afterwards.

“Oh gods yes…yes I want it…please…god yes fuck me…please…”

Yumichika tried and partially failed to suppressed the flash of arousal, the heightening of his reiatsu, he got at the other mans wanton begging. And after such a beautiful display, Yumichika decided that he’d had enough teasing for the meantime and smirked down at the man beneath him, rocking his hips down in a solid push. They both let out a shuddering groan as the beautiful man finally seated himself, hands splaying on Hisagi’s sweating chest. Yumichika watched through his eyelashes as the Lieutenant licked his suddenly dry lips and haltingly began to shift his hips, trying to press further inside, trying to pull out, trying to do something.

After a few moments to adjust, he began to ride the man in earnest. Hisagi made a hoarse sound as Yumichika bent his knees in and wiggled his hips, increasing his reiatsu to a hot feverish burn against the Lieutenant’s skin.

“You look so nice under me…I never realised just how pretty you really are...” He panted, quietly musing to himself again as he held down Hisagi by his shoulders and rotated his hips.

"Ah! Nnngh…don’t stop!" The Lieutenant nearly sobbed out, teeth clenched on his lower lip as he moaned, voice high and thin. The longer-haired Shinigami bounced up and down over his swollen length, grinding and rolling his hips in a way that only such a position allowed. Hisagi cursed loudly after a particularly hard thrust downwards and Yumichika circled his hips again, panted, smirking a little.

"No…not God, Hisagi. Say my name..."

At this point the Lieutenant would say Byakuya-sama if that kept the gorgeous man riding him and the tightness around his length.

“Ayasegawa!” He sobbed out, “ Oh yes! Yumichika!”

The beautiful Shinigami liked that. A lot. Liked the cocky Lieutenant weeping his name. He arched up, hands clenching into fists on the other mans chest, only the tip of the enlarged shaft throbbing inside him.

He groaned and looked down at the man beneath him.

“Say I’m stronger...” He growled, drilling the head of his partner’s length over and over in and out his tight rim, squeezing against him. Hisagi’s mouth gaped open, his entire body convulsing, the very breath halting in his lungs.

“You’re strong!! You’re stronger!!” He screamed, bucking upward and just managing to thrust back inside.

Yumichika decided to take a small measure of pity on the man and with a small nod and a few whispered words to his zanpakutou, one of Hisagi’s arms was free. The man immediately lifted his hand, slid it under the others robe and roughly cupped Yumichika’s ass cheek, pulling the man down against him harder. The 5th Seat moaned in delight as, after a few short moments, Hisagi’s hand wrapped around his aching shaft and began to pump it in time with his hips.

Noises of approval and lust carried over the rooftop as the two men worked their bodies furiously against one another. Hisagi was predictably the first to fall, words, curses and moans falling in a continuous stream from his lips as he shuddered violently and filled the 5th Seat with scalding spurts of seed; hand clenching harshly on his hip, back arching, mouth falling open.

Yumichika joined him, a satisfied noise in the back of his throat, his sweet spot pounded against, ropes of creamy white lashing Hisagi’s bare chest.

They both collapsed, Yumichika studiously avoiding the mess on his fellow Shinigami. He recovered quickly, the cause being the wonderful magic of his zanpakutou. He shot Fuji Kujaku a grateful look and turned to gaze at the man beside him. Hisagi was still panting, small beads of sweat slowly trickling down the side of his face. Yumichika wanted to lick them off but was denied when the Lieutenant brought up his free hand to wipe them away himself. He lay on his back with his eyes shut as Yumichika waited for his breath to steady.

“Sooo…69 huh?” He scratched a fingernail lightly across Hisagi’s nipple, making the man shiver. “Ready to go again?”

**** A few hours later ****

Yumichika grinned, bouncing along with a sheen of little sparkles following him.

“I wonder where Taichou could be?! Is he this way?!” Yumichika wandered around in a blissful mood till he found his Captain, declaring that his fight was finished.

Zaraki shot his 5th Seat a wary glance.

‘How in the hell does the man get through a fight and look so damn immaculate?!’

Yumichika must have read his mind, and paused in the midst of posing to show of the wonderful line of his body.

“Oh! I had to go home and change because my robe got a little dirty!” He nodded vigorously and smiled happily.

Kenpachi grunted in acknowledgement, shooting the man another glance as Yumichika busied himself with imaginary lint on his robe.

‘Then why does he look like he just had the best fuck of his life?!’

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On a rooftop, a good 100 quick-steps away, Hisagi Shuhei lay on his back, suddenly grateful that Yumichika had the decency to cover him back up before he left. The man panted heavily, unable to rise even though he’d been set free, sheer exhaustion keeping him down.

“No…energy…” He groaned.


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Yay! First Bleach fiction DONE!

This idea was so hard to ignore and incredibly easy to pick up…I mean come on…we see Yumichika beginning to unsheathe his zanpakutou, and it suddenly cuts away before anything else happens…then he turns up later, the BIGGEST smile ever on his face and it pans to a shot of Hisagi on his back, sweaty and panting with his robe in slight disarray. It just SCREAMED ‘edited sex-scene’ at me…

Sucks energy, my ASS! Come on, Ayasegawa! We ALL know what you REALLY did to the Lieutenant!

Oh! And keep an eye out for more Bleach fictions forth coming…I have about three different ideas which are currently in the middle of being fleshed out! If you liked this…you’ll like these!

Please review! Or even ust rate it if you have the time!
Then I'll know if I'm halfway decent at writing Bleach!