Not listening to 'no'
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,135
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Not listening to 'no'
Our captains said no.
They had refused us to touch, to see each other and be intimate. We shrugged and said okay.
After all, it wasn’t a big deal. The first time we had done it had been after a long and heavy battle, and since we were both in positions of power, we were late getting to the baths.
We were alone that night, you and me, somewhat familiar with each other, but not at all certain of the other’s tastes. Apparently you decided it didn’t matter and you fucked me raw that night.
Two weeks later we both asked our captains if it would be alright to continue such a relationship.
They said no.
That night I was in the steam room relaxing cramped muscles, I heard the door slide open, then shut. Someone else entering the room obviously, not unusual, many soldiers were in the room unwinding after the long night. What was unusual was you grabbing my shoulder, spinning me around and slamming me into a wall. Your lips were on mine before I knew it, I didn’t even have to see you to know, your taste is only yours. I responded as if you were the water of life to my thirsty lips. I clung to you as our bodies were pressed together. Felt your smirk as the others quickly gathered their items and rushed away embarrassed for our sakes.
Why? We were having a load of fun, nothing to be embarrassed about.
You grinded your hips against mine, trapped between your body and the wall, I responded with a moan of longing, the beginnings of my arousal were clear.
Then you spun me around and slammed me against the wall, I took the pain and savoured it, pain made me feel. Without warning you pressed your hand over my mouth slamming your erection into me, slapping skin against skin, all I did was scream into your hand.
Gods it hurt. Moving in and out without giving me time to adjust, I knew blood fell down my thighs, trickled to my ankles and fell into the ground eased by the condensation of water on my skin from the steam. Tears fell from my eyes, my world was white with agony. I loved you. The hand that was curled around my mouth moved, shifted so that two fingers were in my mouth, I sucked obediently.
Your free hand wove around my waist to grip my arousal and jerked me as a reward for my obedience, I whimpered and mewled at the rough touch.
So many would see this as rape, they just couldn’t understand what a perfect lover you were. Seeing what I needed, knowing what I wanted, giving what I desired.
Not knowing I was the one who truly domineered the relationship, or whatever we had. A few more rough thrusts, my hands pressed against the wall as fists, fingernails digging into the palms of my hands, more blood, fuck why did this feel so good?!
You leaned down, the damp locks of your hair brushing against my own, black to blonde, a perfect contrast as you pressed a kiss to my neck, nibbling lightly, then pressing teeth into my skin leaving marks, I moaned with pleasure.
You switched angles, coming at me with a new speed, and a new direction hitting just that spot making me see stars.
I came. You jerked me, milked me for all I was worth and then some. I slumped against the wall, panting, desperately trying to see past the haze of white as the aftershocks of the orgasm rocked me. I was done, my body couldn’t go on. I wanted to keep going.
You picked me up by the waist, and turned me around, pulling yourself out, you were still hard, I marvelled at that. You pushed me against the wall, slamming my shoulders into the wooden barrier with my front facing you this time. I knew what you wanted.
Wrapping my leg around your waist, you slammed back into me, eliciting only a moan this time. My body protested, it had nothing left to give it complained.
You proved it wrong.
You made me hard in minutes, pushing in and out of me like a gale wind, no mercy, nothing but the relentless pounding and sweet torturous pleasure that was just out of reach.
You leaned in to take an ear into your lips nibbling lightly, even with your heavy breathing and harsh gasps.
You were a god.
I couldn’t take it, I had to have release, I wrapped my arms around your neck pulling you close, bringing our flush bodies together, so that every time you thrust into me your abdomen would rub friction against my arousal bringing a deeper cry.
At last I felt the heat pool, felt my body clench as I came with a lovely scream.
You gave a grunt against the skin between my shoulder and neck as you shot off into me causing another whimper of pleasure from me as heat flowed through my entrance.
And as we slid to the floor, you still inside of me as we laid against each other, panting heavily I brushed your wet bangs from your face revealing your beautiful eyes.
You looked up at me, searching, then smiled, satisfied with what you had found.
“Oi.” A voice called, we both turned; saw the newcomer who stood at the door in full uniform shaking his head. You didn’t blush, neither did I. We were far too tired for such things.
“Your taichos’ are gonna be pissed at you.” The newcomer remarked roving his eyes over the scene appreciatively. “An’ I don’t appreciate 5 shinigami coming to me screaming that you’re rapin’ another fukutaicho, Hisagi.” Abarai Renji muttered.
Shuuhei smirked blowing a tuft of wet hair from his eyes and glanced back at me, pulling out at last and helping me to my feet as I smiled at him lovingly. I pressed a kiss to his lips, I was in love.
“Geez...” Renji muttered rubbing the back of his head exasperated. “You guys do this every time we have rookies, I swear it’s your fetish to freak out the new guys or somethin’.” The redhead muttered as he turned away and left.
“Gomen ne, Renji-san.” Hisagi called after him amused as he pulled me closer. He was in love.
“Neh, koi, was I too rough?” The fukutaicho asked turning to me. I shook my head and smiled as I rested against his shoulder.
“Never, Shuuhei.” I whispered. Hisagi chuckled.
“Aishiteru, Izuru.”
Disclaimer: All characters mentioned belong to Tite Kubo, as well as the character setting. I write with sole intent to entertain and gain no profit whatsoever.
Author’s notes: Wow, a quickie, where the hell did YOU come from? Well... anyway, thanks for reading. Funny, I’m more a GinxIzuru girl...
They had refused us to touch, to see each other and be intimate. We shrugged and said okay.
After all, it wasn’t a big deal. The first time we had done it had been after a long and heavy battle, and since we were both in positions of power, we were late getting to the baths.
We were alone that night, you and me, somewhat familiar with each other, but not at all certain of the other’s tastes. Apparently you decided it didn’t matter and you fucked me raw that night.
Two weeks later we both asked our captains if it would be alright to continue such a relationship.
They said no.
That night I was in the steam room relaxing cramped muscles, I heard the door slide open, then shut. Someone else entering the room obviously, not unusual, many soldiers were in the room unwinding after the long night. What was unusual was you grabbing my shoulder, spinning me around and slamming me into a wall. Your lips were on mine before I knew it, I didn’t even have to see you to know, your taste is only yours. I responded as if you were the water of life to my thirsty lips. I clung to you as our bodies were pressed together. Felt your smirk as the others quickly gathered their items and rushed away embarrassed for our sakes.
Why? We were having a load of fun, nothing to be embarrassed about.
You grinded your hips against mine, trapped between your body and the wall, I responded with a moan of longing, the beginnings of my arousal were clear.
Then you spun me around and slammed me against the wall, I took the pain and savoured it, pain made me feel. Without warning you pressed your hand over my mouth slamming your erection into me, slapping skin against skin, all I did was scream into your hand.
Gods it hurt. Moving in and out without giving me time to adjust, I knew blood fell down my thighs, trickled to my ankles and fell into the ground eased by the condensation of water on my skin from the steam. Tears fell from my eyes, my world was white with agony. I loved you. The hand that was curled around my mouth moved, shifted so that two fingers were in my mouth, I sucked obediently.
Your free hand wove around my waist to grip my arousal and jerked me as a reward for my obedience, I whimpered and mewled at the rough touch.
So many would see this as rape, they just couldn’t understand what a perfect lover you were. Seeing what I needed, knowing what I wanted, giving what I desired.
Not knowing I was the one who truly domineered the relationship, or whatever we had. A few more rough thrusts, my hands pressed against the wall as fists, fingernails digging into the palms of my hands, more blood, fuck why did this feel so good?!
You leaned down, the damp locks of your hair brushing against my own, black to blonde, a perfect contrast as you pressed a kiss to my neck, nibbling lightly, then pressing teeth into my skin leaving marks, I moaned with pleasure.
You switched angles, coming at me with a new speed, and a new direction hitting just that spot making me see stars.
I came. You jerked me, milked me for all I was worth and then some. I slumped against the wall, panting, desperately trying to see past the haze of white as the aftershocks of the orgasm rocked me. I was done, my body couldn’t go on. I wanted to keep going.
You picked me up by the waist, and turned me around, pulling yourself out, you were still hard, I marvelled at that. You pushed me against the wall, slamming my shoulders into the wooden barrier with my front facing you this time. I knew what you wanted.
Wrapping my leg around your waist, you slammed back into me, eliciting only a moan this time. My body protested, it had nothing left to give it complained.
You proved it wrong.
You made me hard in minutes, pushing in and out of me like a gale wind, no mercy, nothing but the relentless pounding and sweet torturous pleasure that was just out of reach.
You leaned in to take an ear into your lips nibbling lightly, even with your heavy breathing and harsh gasps.
You were a god.
I couldn’t take it, I had to have release, I wrapped my arms around your neck pulling you close, bringing our flush bodies together, so that every time you thrust into me your abdomen would rub friction against my arousal bringing a deeper cry.
At last I felt the heat pool, felt my body clench as I came with a lovely scream.
You gave a grunt against the skin between my shoulder and neck as you shot off into me causing another whimper of pleasure from me as heat flowed through my entrance.
And as we slid to the floor, you still inside of me as we laid against each other, panting heavily I brushed your wet bangs from your face revealing your beautiful eyes.
You looked up at me, searching, then smiled, satisfied with what you had found.
“Oi.” A voice called, we both turned; saw the newcomer who stood at the door in full uniform shaking his head. You didn’t blush, neither did I. We were far too tired for such things.
“Your taichos’ are gonna be pissed at you.” The newcomer remarked roving his eyes over the scene appreciatively. “An’ I don’t appreciate 5 shinigami coming to me screaming that you’re rapin’ another fukutaicho, Hisagi.” Abarai Renji muttered.
Shuuhei smirked blowing a tuft of wet hair from his eyes and glanced back at me, pulling out at last and helping me to my feet as I smiled at him lovingly. I pressed a kiss to his lips, I was in love.
“Geez...” Renji muttered rubbing the back of his head exasperated. “You guys do this every time we have rookies, I swear it’s your fetish to freak out the new guys or somethin’.” The redhead muttered as he turned away and left.
“Gomen ne, Renji-san.” Hisagi called after him amused as he pulled me closer. He was in love.
“Neh, koi, was I too rough?” The fukutaicho asked turning to me. I shook my head and smiled as I rested against his shoulder.
“Never, Shuuhei.” I whispered. Hisagi chuckled.
“Aishiteru, Izuru.”
Disclaimer: All characters mentioned belong to Tite Kubo, as well as the character setting. I write with sole intent to entertain and gain no profit whatsoever.
Author’s notes: Wow, a quickie, where the hell did YOU come from? Well... anyway, thanks for reading. Funny, I’m more a GinxIzuru girl...