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Birthday Surprise
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male › Shuuhei/Kira
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Adult +
Chapters:
1
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Birthday Surprise
This was posted on livejournal a week or so ago, but I decided I might as well post it here as well.
About the disclaimer issue previously: Every time I tried to load the "here's what goes in the disclaimer" page it gave me an error, so I just made one up.
Birthday Surprise by Fain Sadi
It had been a very long day at the office. Well, they were all long days since the captains deserted, but this one felt significantly longer than the others. The only thing Kira wanted to do was curl up in bed and pass out. It was all he could think about as he stumbled through the door, called out a weary “I’m home”…and froze in place at the sight before him.
A typical evening for Kira and Hisagi involved shoving aside enough papers to make room on the table for plates of whatever Kira had the energy to throw together after work. Tonight, however, in place of their cluttered mess was an immaculately laid out table, complete with a single rose in a crystal vase serving as a centerpiece.
‘Where the hell did a crystal vase come from?’ Kira thought dazedly.
Warm arms encircled him from behind, accompanied by a kiss on the curve of his throat.
“I’m sorry I missed your birthday this year,” Hisagi’s voice whispered huskily, the words dancing across Kira’s skin. “We didn’t expect the mission to take as long as it did. I know this doesn’t make up for it, but it’s a start.”
“Shu…you cooked?”
“Tried to, at least.” Hisagi’s throaty chuckle echoed in his ear as the tattooed Shinigami peppered kisses down the alabaster neck in front of him.
“Shu…you cooked for me!”
The quiet chuckle turned into a full-on laugh, and Kira turned in the embrace. When he opened his mouth to continue, Hisagi swooped in and captured his lips in a playful kiss. Like all of the dark haired man’s kisses, however, this one quickly morphed into a dangerous, soul-stealing seduction. Kira heard a moan in the background that he distantly placed as his own just before he felt his legs give out beneath him. As every time before, Hisagi was there to catch him before he could fall, lending a solid presence to help keep grounded to reality.
He was so caught up in taste and feel of his lover’s mouth that he only vaguely registered the flurry of Hisagi’s hands as they worked to remove his wrinkled uniform and only came to his senses when he felt cold air rush over his flushed skin.
“Shu!” Kira gasped as he was shoved backwards onto the couch.
Hisagi had just enough time to snicker at the scandalized expression on the blond’s face before he was yanked down and straddled by his aggravated lover.
“I cannot believe you have the audacity to be laughing at me,” Kira growled as he tore at Hisagi’s obi, desperately wanting skin contact. When the uniform loosened enough to reveal the smooth, broad expanse of Hisagi’s chest Kira’s rant stuttered to a stop.
Sensing the other’s distraction, Hisagi took the opportunity to flip his lithe lover onto his back. He gave the startled blond a predatory grin, then turned his attention to exploring his territory, retracing familiar patterns down the much admired form – ever so often pausing to concentrate on an older, fading mark, ensuring it would be there still the next time he had the good fortune to pin down the busy lieutenant.
By the time he reached the delicate trail of blond hair beneath the navel, Kira was shuddering and babbling, a sign that Hisagi needed to hurry up if he wasn’t to be left behind. He let loose a litany of curses, however, when he fumbled beneath the couch cushions and came up with nothing,
“Izuru, baby, focus for a second.” When foggy blue eyes finally caught his he continued. “The lube, where’d you put it? I know you were cleaning in here this weekend.”
Kira shook off enough of the haze to point to the nearest end table then groaned as his lover’s scramble ended with a firm leg pressed perfectly against him.
Hisagi was so intent on digging through the drawer that it took him a moment to realize what was happening. As dense as the black haired Shinigami was known to be, even he could not mistake the meaning of the deep groans and rocking hips being ground into him.
“Shit,” he cursed again as he slid back down and made hasty work of prepping the writhing blond.
He paused when he lined himself up, unsure if the hasty stretching had been enough.
“For the last time,” Kira growled, “ I would not have made vice-captain if I was as delicate as I looked. Stop worrying, I’m not going to break.”
With that rather forceful encouragement in mind, Hisagi drove in, wincing despite himself at the blond’s pained hiss. One warning glance from the man underneath him got him moving though. The two quickly lost themselves in the rhythm they had established years previous, and it wasn’t long before they were rushing to completion.
Hisagi sighed as he pulled out of his trembling lover and was in the process of settling down for a nice nap when Kira stiffened beneath him.
“Shu…”
“Hmm,” he groaned half-heartedly, feeling the pressing weight of sleep on his eyelids.
“What’s that smell?”
“Shit! I left the oven on!”
***
The moral of the story: food burns if left unattended.
About the disclaimer issue previously: Every time I tried to load the "here's what goes in the disclaimer" page it gave me an error, so I just made one up.
Birthday Surprise by Fain Sadi
It had been a very long day at the office. Well, they were all long days since the captains deserted, but this one felt significantly longer than the others. The only thing Kira wanted to do was curl up in bed and pass out. It was all he could think about as he stumbled through the door, called out a weary “I’m home”…and froze in place at the sight before him.
A typical evening for Kira and Hisagi involved shoving aside enough papers to make room on the table for plates of whatever Kira had the energy to throw together after work. Tonight, however, in place of their cluttered mess was an immaculately laid out table, complete with a single rose in a crystal vase serving as a centerpiece.
‘Where the hell did a crystal vase come from?’ Kira thought dazedly.
Warm arms encircled him from behind, accompanied by a kiss on the curve of his throat.
“I’m sorry I missed your birthday this year,” Hisagi’s voice whispered huskily, the words dancing across Kira’s skin. “We didn’t expect the mission to take as long as it did. I know this doesn’t make up for it, but it’s a start.”
“Shu…you cooked?”
“Tried to, at least.” Hisagi’s throaty chuckle echoed in his ear as the tattooed Shinigami peppered kisses down the alabaster neck in front of him.
“Shu…you cooked for me!”
The quiet chuckle turned into a full-on laugh, and Kira turned in the embrace. When he opened his mouth to continue, Hisagi swooped in and captured his lips in a playful kiss. Like all of the dark haired man’s kisses, however, this one quickly morphed into a dangerous, soul-stealing seduction. Kira heard a moan in the background that he distantly placed as his own just before he felt his legs give out beneath him. As every time before, Hisagi was there to catch him before he could fall, lending a solid presence to help keep grounded to reality.
He was so caught up in taste and feel of his lover’s mouth that he only vaguely registered the flurry of Hisagi’s hands as they worked to remove his wrinkled uniform and only came to his senses when he felt cold air rush over his flushed skin.
“Shu!” Kira gasped as he was shoved backwards onto the couch.
Hisagi had just enough time to snicker at the scandalized expression on the blond’s face before he was yanked down and straddled by his aggravated lover.
“I cannot believe you have the audacity to be laughing at me,” Kira growled as he tore at Hisagi’s obi, desperately wanting skin contact. When the uniform loosened enough to reveal the smooth, broad expanse of Hisagi’s chest Kira’s rant stuttered to a stop.
Sensing the other’s distraction, Hisagi took the opportunity to flip his lithe lover onto his back. He gave the startled blond a predatory grin, then turned his attention to exploring his territory, retracing familiar patterns down the much admired form – ever so often pausing to concentrate on an older, fading mark, ensuring it would be there still the next time he had the good fortune to pin down the busy lieutenant.
By the time he reached the delicate trail of blond hair beneath the navel, Kira was shuddering and babbling, a sign that Hisagi needed to hurry up if he wasn’t to be left behind. He let loose a litany of curses, however, when he fumbled beneath the couch cushions and came up with nothing,
“Izuru, baby, focus for a second.” When foggy blue eyes finally caught his he continued. “The lube, where’d you put it? I know you were cleaning in here this weekend.”
Kira shook off enough of the haze to point to the nearest end table then groaned as his lover’s scramble ended with a firm leg pressed perfectly against him.
Hisagi was so intent on digging through the drawer that it took him a moment to realize what was happening. As dense as the black haired Shinigami was known to be, even he could not mistake the meaning of the deep groans and rocking hips being ground into him.
“Shit,” he cursed again as he slid back down and made hasty work of prepping the writhing blond.
He paused when he lined himself up, unsure if the hasty stretching had been enough.
“For the last time,” Kira growled, “ I would not have made vice-captain if I was as delicate as I looked. Stop worrying, I’m not going to break.”
With that rather forceful encouragement in mind, Hisagi drove in, wincing despite himself at the blond’s pained hiss. One warning glance from the man underneath him got him moving though. The two quickly lost themselves in the rhythm they had established years previous, and it wasn’t long before they were rushing to completion.
Hisagi sighed as he pulled out of his trembling lover and was in the process of settling down for a nice nap when Kira stiffened beneath him.
“Shu…”
“Hmm,” he groaned half-heartedly, feeling the pressing weight of sleep on his eyelids.
“What’s that smell?”
“Shit! I left the oven on!”
***
The moral of the story: food burns if left unattended.