Another Time, Another Place
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Category:
Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,868
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I - Stellar Like Incubi
Named // Another Time, Another Place
Chapter // I - Stellar like Incubi
Written by // R. Brightside
Pairing // Shunsui/Jyuushiro
Song // Stellar - Incubus
Chapter Warning // Rim (very vaguely described), Angst, mentions of disease, lemon.
Author’s Note // This fanfiction is going to be a collection of AU fanfictions, written to the lyrics of some of the most sensual songs I own, and to some of the more silly songs, too. There will be a steady doseage of laughs and angst – all to my favourite pairings. I start off with this one, because it is one of the more meaningful, canon relationships in Bleach. And, fuck, the structure of their relationship is so beautiful. I really can’t help myself.
It’s likely I will reuse characters, maybe or maybe not in the romantic sense, but they will all be connected. It might be onesided, just to warn you, so don’t get all excited if I repost a character. But, anyway, I will be writing ShuuTou after this. A lovely dose of angst for you.
Enjoy.
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I hate the bright lights of the hospital.
The white is blinding, and the burning of everything makes me want to cry, making my body begin to burn too.
I’ve known I’ve had this disease for years, and yet they don’t seem to do much. Give him painkillers, they say. Give him however-much morphine, and then we keep him overnight, let him go in the evening. They should know it’s never that fucking easy.
My lover is the only release from this pain. He’ll hold me when I hurt, he’ll kiss me when I want to distract myself… he’ll make love to me when I want it, and only when I want it.
He’s my blessing… my good luck charm.
He visits me, every day, seven days a week… whenever he can, he comes to see me.
The only days that he hasn’t are the days that we didn’t know eachother. And thinking about that… it makes me cry.
It burns, this sudden rising in my chest that feels like my insides are being pulled through my throat, and I just have to bear through it. Because they don’t understand, they don’t care.
Don’t care.
--
Shunsui visits me when I get home – he’s there, infact, when I open the door to step inside. He does this – he cleans up my house for me when I don’t have the time. He smiles, and he opens his arms wide for me, and I fall into his embrace, breathing in his musk. He always has the undertone of cologne, just beneath the smell of tea and burnt sugar. His long hair is always pulled back into a ponytail, an occasion tied into a French plait to add to it’s natural wave.
He pulls me into the kitchen, and I feel touched at the sight before me. A candle-lit dinner – he knows how much I love them. We sit down, and we talk for hours, with him gently rubbing my arm with concern every time I raise my hand to my mouth to cough, and then wipe my hand on the dark napkins set out. I gave up on white long ago.
--
Whenever Shunsui takes me to my own bed, he draws things out – just like now. His kisses are slow and sensual, gently working down my body until I’m writhing, such blissful pleasure working it’s way through every nerve and every pore on my body. Every time I moan for more, I feel his body shudder with arousal, and each time I tense, he’ll soothe me with a gentle rub to my stomach. But he knows every place on my body that will make me feel it… my neck, my nipples, my navel, my opening. Oh gods, when he touches me there, it takes all I can not to scream out in almost agonizing pleasure. And when he uses his tongue, I feel like I’m floating, my back arching and the gentle sounds of us, only us makes me whimper louder, cry out for more.
When he finally gives me what I need, I cry out and feel tears fall into the mess of my hair, both in the overwhelming pleasure, and in the pain that shoots up my spine. He doesn’t move for what seems like an eternity, holding me in the tangled mess that we are, a web of emotion wrapping around us as our limbs intertwine, as our bodies connect sensually.
He begins to move, and I almost have let out a soft series of choked whimpers, begging for him to go on. He’s large enough that I’ve never gotten used to it, and I think that deep down he finds it sweet.
His thrusts are just as sensual as the rest of him, making me whimper each time he presses in, cry out every time he pulls out. He never speeds up, always sticking to the same pace, never changing his angle once he’s found it. He’s calculated, but he’s oh-so-warm, welcoming in every sense.
And there’s only one time that he ever speaks during these times… when we lie together in the aftermath of overwhelming release, he’ll lean forward, and he’ll gently whisper into my ear:
“You’re stellar.”
A.N// Read it, review it, sankyuu :) If you want me to write a certain pairing, I’ll do so gladly – or perhaps some love triangles to add to this other place?
Chapter // I - Stellar like Incubi
Written by // R. Brightside
Pairing // Shunsui/Jyuushiro
Song // Stellar - Incubus
Chapter Warning // Rim (very vaguely described), Angst, mentions of disease, lemon.
Author’s Note // This fanfiction is going to be a collection of AU fanfictions, written to the lyrics of some of the most sensual songs I own, and to some of the more silly songs, too. There will be a steady doseage of laughs and angst – all to my favourite pairings. I start off with this one, because it is one of the more meaningful, canon relationships in Bleach. And, fuck, the structure of their relationship is so beautiful. I really can’t help myself.
It’s likely I will reuse characters, maybe or maybe not in the romantic sense, but they will all be connected. It might be onesided, just to warn you, so don’t get all excited if I repost a character. But, anyway, I will be writing ShuuTou after this. A lovely dose of angst for you.
Enjoy.
-+-+
I hate the bright lights of the hospital.
The white is blinding, and the burning of everything makes me want to cry, making my body begin to burn too.
I’ve known I’ve had this disease for years, and yet they don’t seem to do much. Give him painkillers, they say. Give him however-much morphine, and then we keep him overnight, let him go in the evening. They should know it’s never that fucking easy.
My lover is the only release from this pain. He’ll hold me when I hurt, he’ll kiss me when I want to distract myself… he’ll make love to me when I want it, and only when I want it.
He’s my blessing… my good luck charm.
He visits me, every day, seven days a week… whenever he can, he comes to see me.
The only days that he hasn’t are the days that we didn’t know eachother. And thinking about that… it makes me cry.
It burns, this sudden rising in my chest that feels like my insides are being pulled through my throat, and I just have to bear through it. Because they don’t understand, they don’t care.
Don’t care.
--
Shunsui visits me when I get home – he’s there, infact, when I open the door to step inside. He does this – he cleans up my house for me when I don’t have the time. He smiles, and he opens his arms wide for me, and I fall into his embrace, breathing in his musk. He always has the undertone of cologne, just beneath the smell of tea and burnt sugar. His long hair is always pulled back into a ponytail, an occasion tied into a French plait to add to it’s natural wave.
He pulls me into the kitchen, and I feel touched at the sight before me. A candle-lit dinner – he knows how much I love them. We sit down, and we talk for hours, with him gently rubbing my arm with concern every time I raise my hand to my mouth to cough, and then wipe my hand on the dark napkins set out. I gave up on white long ago.
--
Whenever Shunsui takes me to my own bed, he draws things out – just like now. His kisses are slow and sensual, gently working down my body until I’m writhing, such blissful pleasure working it’s way through every nerve and every pore on my body. Every time I moan for more, I feel his body shudder with arousal, and each time I tense, he’ll soothe me with a gentle rub to my stomach. But he knows every place on my body that will make me feel it… my neck, my nipples, my navel, my opening. Oh gods, when he touches me there, it takes all I can not to scream out in almost agonizing pleasure. And when he uses his tongue, I feel like I’m floating, my back arching and the gentle sounds of us, only us makes me whimper louder, cry out for more.
When he finally gives me what I need, I cry out and feel tears fall into the mess of my hair, both in the overwhelming pleasure, and in the pain that shoots up my spine. He doesn’t move for what seems like an eternity, holding me in the tangled mess that we are, a web of emotion wrapping around us as our limbs intertwine, as our bodies connect sensually.
He begins to move, and I almost have let out a soft series of choked whimpers, begging for him to go on. He’s large enough that I’ve never gotten used to it, and I think that deep down he finds it sweet.
His thrusts are just as sensual as the rest of him, making me whimper each time he presses in, cry out every time he pulls out. He never speeds up, always sticking to the same pace, never changing his angle once he’s found it. He’s calculated, but he’s oh-so-warm, welcoming in every sense.
And there’s only one time that he ever speaks during these times… when we lie together in the aftermath of overwhelming release, he’ll lean forward, and he’ll gently whisper into my ear:
“You’re stellar.”
A.N// Read it, review it, sankyuu :) If you want me to write a certain pairing, I’ll do so gladly – or perhaps some love triangles to add to this other place?