Adultery

Title// Adultery
Pairings// Isshin/??
Warnings// PWP, crack, PWP, yaoi
Summary// Read the fanfiction and you'll get your summary :D

AN// Teehee. Enjoy =D

This takes place around the same time as Fornication, give or take a few weeks.

Blame the fridge. It gaves the Brit too much Mountain Dew, and some week old energy-drink-soda shite. It was flat and horrible.

There are a few hints in this, but no names this time. I was generous with that. You’ll probably only get some of the jokes in this if you know enough about -CENSORED- to know his dislikes.

Expect a final one in this little series thing, which will be possibly a lot longer, with a surprising surprise! If you guess it before I release it, I will write anything of your request, honest. You will probably have to face-stab me via email (which is on my profile) to remind me, however. I’m lazy, forgetful, and have the working speed of a slug in a salt pot.

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Isshin had always had to get his lover drunk or something of the like to get him to be nice enough to him to make him want to pound the lithe student into the bedsheets.

His body was stunning, a pale white expanse of skin like a blank canvas, scars faint but still there. He’d found, after a year of their frequent meetings, that these scars were wonderfully sensitive, especially a deep one that ran across his shoulder blades.

He loved how flushed that the dark-haired student would get whenever he called him his angel.

He’d never been one to be quiet, and all his lovers in the past (a whopping three long-term relationships including this one) had always grown to find it erotic, no matter if he was talking complete and utter nothing.

The Shinigami had found that fantasizing about the younger man writhing on his bed sheets was a nice way to pass the time in which there was nothing else happening. Ichigo had left home a good few years ago to have his own apartment (which he still didn’t know the address of, he really needed to find that out…) and since then, had been studying medicine after three years of working and exhausting himself almost constantly.

His own lover, however, had just finished college.

Oh, what a celebration that had been!

Isshin snickered at the thought, and was awakened from his blissful state of semi-arousal by the door clicking shut, his lover’s eyebrow quirked delicately.

“…Sometimes I wonder why I come back mid-afternoon.”

“It’s ‘cause you love me, isn’t it?”

The eyes were rolled behind the perfectly square spectacles, and his lover moved into the kitchen.

“No, it’s because I know that no-one else is going to be home to clean up your spittle from the floor.”

“Are you calling me old, boy?”

“No.” The slender torso, hugged by a tight shirt that Isshin felt awfully jealous of, was kept facing away from him as his lover made something that seemed to be forming a salad. “I’m saying you spend more time in the bedroom and or bathroom than in your clinic.”

“Oversexed, right?”

He had a look shot back at him, the eyebrow quirked higher than before.

“Yes. Oversexed.”

Isshin couldn’t help but snicker to himself.

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“…Isshin, can you remind me why you’ve taken me out?”

“To prove that I don’t spend too much time in the bedroom.”

The Shinigami felt very smug with himself, changing his usually bright shirt for a plain button-up, unbuttoned enough to show his collar bone and a tease of a darkened mark on the tanned skin, most of it hidden under the fabric.

His lover, however, was slightly more formal, wearing a blue tie to compliment a violet shirt, and an ever so slight flush over his cheeks.

Of course, he was only flushed because the classy restaurant was so warm, he convinced Isshin, and his eyes were only watering because he’d just found out he had hayfever and there was one too many flowers at their table.

The Kurosaki was once again proud of himself.

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And, at last, his lover was in his bedroom, wrapped around him and panting delicately into his neck, his delicate fingertips gripping his shoulders tight enough to leave bruises.

Then again, his lover always been sensitive to his fingers, his inner walls shuddering around the digits inside of him.

“Oh, gods, Isshin, why do you fucking insist on buttons?”

“Because you’re cute when you’re pissy.”

There was a frustrated groan from the delicate, thin lips, and Isshin couldn’t help but grin, kissing along his lover’s jaw, breathing in the scent of expensive cologne that seemed so familiar to him, but he certainly didn’t own it.

Well, thinking was for after sex.

He continued his ministrations, his fingers slipping deeper with a soft wet sound that made him shiver and moan gently.

“Awfully kinky, isn’t it?”

“S-shut u-p…”

Isshin spread his fingers, the lubrication that he’d used so much that that earned yet another wet sound, and this time, his lover whimpered. Fuck did he love that sound.

“Keep… k-keep doing that.” The dark, piercing eyes of his lover closed, and his toes curled as another finger was added to the two already inside him. Isshin growled low in his throat, biting at the dark-haired man’s throat in a possessive manner.

“This?” His fingers spread out, quicker this time, and his lover’s back arched with a yell of ecstasy, the pain long since removed from their ordeals.

“That!”

Isshin smirked, pleased with the outburst, and withdrew his fingers slowly, knowing how bitchy his lover could get if he pulled them out too quickly, and as soon as they were out, his lover rolled himself onto his front as their custom was, thrusting his hips into the air with soft whimpers for more.

“P-please, Isshin…”

Slipping his trousers and then underwear to his knees (discarding them shortly afterwards), he toyed with the dark-haired man beneath him, his fingers pressing at the opening that parted without resistance under his persistent digits. He could feel his lover twitching impatiently, the gentle whimpers and pleads becoming louder as his teasing intensified.

“P-please… N-need it…” The younger of the two tensed up as Isshin’s erection ran through the cleft of his ass, gentle thrusting that sent the organ gliding smoothly across the pale expanse of skin.

He knew this could go on for hours – Isshin’s sex drive was larger than most, certainly more so than his past lover, and he could simply continue with his intensities, teasing him to orgasm until he was crying and screaming out his pleads for penetration. Something other than the teasing bodily warmth across his buttocks, he didn’t care what.

Isshin finally succumbed (earlier than usual, he noted to himself) and pushed into the waiting heat, making him growl in what seemed like carnal delight.

His lover, however, was almost sobbing in relief, rocking his hips back urgently and gripping so tightly to the sheets that Isshin could see holes, although the younger of them could not see through his breath-fogged glasses, which were balancing precariously on his nose, to see what he’d done.

Isshin kissed his younger lover’s earlobe, nibbling gently at the delicate shell, and pulling teasingly at the frame of the glasses. He could hear the noises of disapproval, but decided to act the deaf man, his thrusts beginning slowly so he could savour the moment, although he could suddenly hear the pleads through his feigned deafness.

“Oh, Gods, Kurosaki, faster…”

He could see his lover’s arms trembling, and one arm around his slim waist kept him from hitting the bed too hard as the trembling limbs failed him, forcing him into the mattress.

Shushing him gently, Isshin sank down so that his chest hovered gently above the beautifully scarred back that reminded him of a certain someone…

He stopped himself, and started his thrusts, and he watched in satisfaction as the glasses bounced on his lover’s nose with the force of his hips, sending jolts all the way through the younger man’s body.

His not-so-gentle whimpers were becoming more and more desperate, becoming louder and louder until he was muffling his screams into the ripped sheets.

Isshin was surprisingly loud during orgasm considering how quiet he’d been during the whole ordeal, but that was completely overshadowed by his lover’s scream of ecstasy, loud even muffled.

When they collapsed together, it was in a content, sticky mess, and neither of them seemed to care, laying beside each other until the younger of the two rolled over in his sleep to curl up against Isshin’s front, breathing gently in unconsiousness.

And the Kurosaki always thought at the end of it all that the boy was a lot less loud than his father had been.

“Good night, angel.”


AN// No sad ending this time, yay!

Yeah, that kinda gave it away, but screw it.

Yes, it’s meant to be sappy.

No, I don’t think I got Isshin right as a goofball, but I do think that I got him at least partially right as a whole. Like, the seriousness and shit. Yeah, I’m lying.

Oh, well.

I hope you enjoyed, leave a review please!

Oh yeah – I know the definition of adultery. So don’t flame me on that, plzkthx.

Tata till next time!

--R.A.Z.B