Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ A Fruit Basket ❯ Chp 3: Orange Strawberries ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Yaoi's Bitch 
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Shoujo | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 11.10.2008 | Updated On: 11.14.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 225 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Shoujo | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 11.10.2008 | Updated On: 11.14.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 225 | Status: Work In Progress
A Fruit Basket; Nova’s story
Disclaimer: This is getting to be a bitch… And Im actually doing it only because SOMEONE said I needed to pay homage to Kubo Tite and shit like that. So!!! Tite-sensei, don’t think Im trying to steal your story, cause Im not! I don’t think I could handle your life, with the deadlines, crazy fans, and all… Too stressful… But I love Bleach and EVERYBODY ELSE knows that I no own it. Others just… I don’t know. Lol
A/N: This chapter will have a little citrus flavor (Yay smut!!!) to it so I do hope you enjoy. (SoloM, Yuri, other stuff that the story writes)
“Talking” ‘thinking’
Now on with the story!!!
Chapter 3: Orange Strawberries
Sleep wouldn’t come to Kurosaki Ichigo that night. Well, sleep would’ve come if he would cum. Shirosaki had been replaying images of the past to work Ichigo up. It had been almost a month since Ishida Uryuu had ended their brief ’relationship’; if that was what you wanted to call it. It had all come about in an accident, but then again all his recent sexual partners were ‘accidents’ you could say. Well, all accept the red pineapple, Abarai Renji. The attraction had been there since the beginning of their friendship, and with Ichigo being the confused teenager he was; he’d given the red-head his virginity. Their… 'relationship' didn’t last long though. It couldn’t have even been called a relationship, because Ichigo was the other man. After running to the Soul Society for the second time, Ichigo had found out that Renji had been holding the same type of relationship with the man he supposedly hated, Kuchiki Byakuya.
Renji had steadily apologized and said Byakuya meant nothing to him, and they were purely using each other as stress relief. At that remark, Shirosaki had asked who bottomed and Ichigo had no intension in finding out.
Ichigo quickly ran to Kuchiki Rukia for comfort and that turned into an accidental relationship. In turn, that also showed him that he had no interest in women. Not that they weren’t pretty to look at, but sexually they did nothing for him. And from there, he turned to Ishida.
Now things had come to a standstill, and Ishida was happily in the arms of the ninth division fukutaichou, Hisagi Shuuhei.
Ichigo couldn’t stop the onslaught of past images; the memories that Shirosaki played over and over in his head. He didn’t blame his hollow, its sexual desire; Ichigo was its only means of release; but he didn’t want to do this right now. Rukia was still sleeping in his closet for fuck’s sake! He didn’t want her to hear him moaning in want for something that he couldn’t have anymore. Rolling out of the bed, he thought of all the things that lend Rukia back to his small closet; mainly Byakuya. They still weren’t on the best of terms, but by them both being connected as two of the four, most important people in Rukia’s life, things had settled into acceptance. The man was still a stuck up bastard and that would never change.
“But did’ya see dat ass?!” The hollow egged. It wasn’t like Ichigo hadn’t had thoughts like these before, but that was just never going to happen. He needed a calming shower, like... now.
Walking into the bathroom, Ichigo turned the water to searing hot and hit the shower radio; humming to himself and ignoring Shirosaki, while undressing. Climbing into the shower, he was assaulted by a new onslaught of images, all of Kuchiki Byakuya. Groaning as the water beat upon his skin; he relented and grabbed his painful arousal and pitifully thrush into his palm. Shirosaki humming his pleasure at the action, brought forth an imagined video clip of Ichigo's own fantasy.
-Ichigo’s (Shirosaki induced) Fantasy-
Kuchiki Byakuya kneeled at Ichigo’s feet, ripping at his clothing, begging to taste him. The berry easily complied, releasing his hakama, erection bouncing free. “You want it that bad?” Byakuya nodded fervently, taking the entire length down his throat in one swift movement.
“Ah fuck! Byakuya…” Ichigo panted, leaning against the tiled wall.
Byakuya bobbed his head relentlessly, sucking harder and faster than anything he’d felt before. “Hmm. So good.” Fantasy Ichigo moaned. He could feel his end quickly arriving. And then his world came crashing down in white.
-End Fantasy-
Body jerking wildly in his release, Ichigo bit down on his tongue to keep from crying out and alerting his family. Slated, Shirosaki’s lazy chuckle echoed in his mind. Pulling himself from the shower wall; Ichigo dried off and retreated back to his bedroom.
Walking in, he stopped at the sight of Rukia on his bed. “What?”
“Nothing.” She stated looking the other direction; a fiery blush painting her cheeks. “I just heard you get up and was wondering if something was wrong.”
“Oh…” was all he could say, blush painting his own face. ‘Now she knows.’
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Kira Izuru panted tiredly. He loved this. Ichimaru Gin was his and his alone once again. It all still felt like a dream; Gin had chosen him, HIM, over Aizen. Aizen for fuck’s sake! And now they would be together until the end of time. Kira rolled over to caress Gin’s pale locks and stare at that beautiful face as he slept; tired out from their previous activities. Kira never fell asleep first. He had a feeling so deep inside that Gin who disappear and leave him all alone again. He didn’t want to feel that pain again. His fellow fukutaichou, Hisagi Shuuhei had indeed help to ease the pain, but he wasn’t Gin. He couldn’t give him the things he needed; the pain he craved. What Gin gave him; that he learned to love. If others knew of this sick fetish, he was sure they would never respect him again. But Shuuhei never judged and tried his best, but it was still never enough. He hesitated. Gin never paused to think if Izuru was seriously injured. If he was, he’d heal him later; now was play time.
Sighing Izuru lay down to sleep.
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Ishida Uryuu stood in his kitchen, towel slung low on his hips, hair wet, and ass hanging out of the refrigerator. Another late night study session turned sex session. College entrance exams were soon and if Shuuhei never let him study, how was he suppose to get into the school that he wanted to attend?
As if thinking his name set a beacon in the sky; Hisagi Shuuhei walked up behind Uryuu, grabbing him up by his hips and kissing the small of his back. Grinning, Uryuu pushed him away. “Stop it. That’s why Im here in the first place. Im suppose to be studying, instead Im tired and hungry and I only read half of the book.” Ishida said with a firm glare thrown over his shoulder. Hisagi never backed down; it was that glare that turned him on even more. Still crouching behind his lover, Shuuhei snatched the towel from Uryuu’s slim hips, exposing him to the cool air. “Damn it Shuu! Please don’t tell me you still want more?! We JUST finished fifteen minutes ago!”
Smirking, Shuuhei took Uryuu into his arms. “Im not. I jus’ wanna look at ya. Is’t wrong?” he asked.
“No… I guess not. Im just tired. Let’s go to bed.”
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Arisawa Tatsuki looked down into a sleeping Inoue Orihime’s face. The peaceful smile that she wanted to stare at forever and ever more. But knowing that Inoue still held feelings for Kurosaki Ichigo was disconcerting. Yeah the Strawberry was gay, but he’d tried women before… He was just like her; tried the opposite sex and didn’t like it. She’d much rather give her Hime pleasure. And everyone clearly knew, though it was unspoken among they friends, that Ichigo was versatile. He’d run to Tatsuki mortified by his experience with Rukia; his first and only woman he had loved that way. And then to top everything, he had confessed to having a sexual relationship with a man first. He insisted that he wasn’t gay and begged that she helped him prove it. So after a fumbled attempt at sex with his best friend, it all went crashing down from there. Tears in his eyes, he’d cursed every god there was for what his first love, that man, Abarai Renji had done to him.
After that, Tatsuki had kind of let it slip to Orihime that Ichigo and Renji were an item, but that only lead her to believe he was bisexual. Stupid girl. But she loved her more than anything else in this world and would gladly die for her. The most important person in her life… The woman who was going to be her wife. Arisawa Tatsuki was proposing tomorrow.
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Urahara Kisuke stood in his laboratory trying to duplicate the recipe that Nova had destroyed earlier that day. Raking his brain, he was also trying to come up with a solution to the red head’s problem. If he’d known that mod souls would express attraction when he created them, he might not have let it remain that way. But he was genuinely happy that Nova was interested in someone. And that person being Abarai Renji, brash fukutaichou of the sixth division, only made it better. Renji was just the one to draw the shy little turtle that was Nova out of his shell.
Now… How to go about? Kurosaki-kun would bond well with the mod soul, but that wouldn’t bring him out of his shell… Maybe he should speak with Renji; a blind date could do them both some good. He needed help in planning the outing. “Im sure Kurosaki would come up with something.” Kisuke thought aloud.
He had the perfect outfit for him, ‘if only he could steal the hood’, he chuckled darkly.
-Knock knock knock-
A slightly disheveled Abarai Renji stood at his laboratory door. ‘Purrrrfect…’
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Renji stared at his feet, feeling nervous. He didn’t understand why he was feeling this way. He was just going to ask why Nova ran away before he could apologize; the shy mod soul had been so embarrassed that his cheeks were practically melting off his face. It wasn’t like the accident was Nova’s fault. And Renji had done it on purpose. He was trying to come up with some way to talk to him, and bumping into the red head seemed as good as an excuse as any.
Looking up into the shop keeper’s face, he was slightly disconcerted. “Yeeees? What can I do for you this early morning Abarai-kun?” Urahara asked with a smug smirk. Renji’s breath quickened with uneasiness. This man knew something, and he was involved. ‘I only hope it’s something good…’ the pineapple thought.
“Uhm… I was wondering if you saw Nova today.” He started slowly. He need to tread carefully when dealing with Urahara Kisuke. The man was a trickster in everything he did.
“Why yes, Abarai-kun.” The demon in sheep’s clothing asked sweetly. The man knew something and dammit all if he wasn’t going to find out what! “He said he was sick so I checked him over, but nothing was wrong. Then he said something about running into a few… friends, while on his way to visit Schiffer Ulquiorra. He seemed to get practically flustered at the mention of your name.” His heart soaring at the statement, the sixth division fukutaichou tried to school his expression into one of indifference, but the tale tell signs of a raging blush couldn’t be pushed down. Seeing the smirk that the blond wore grow, Renji knew he hadn’t played it well enough. Sighing in resignation, Abarai Renji told the shop keeper everything that had happened.
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Urahara’s heart raced. He hadn’t had a set up this easy in forever, and to be truthful; I felt sinfully delicious. Plan A, though usefully ingenious and difficult, was no longer needed… But pushing Nova into was going to be as easy as taking candy from a baby. Speaking of candy…
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Yay!!! Another chappie to feed your fanfiction hunger!!! Yeah... Its later than I expected, but at least its here!!! So I hope you like and I'll see you all again in a few days. It was unbeta-ed at first... My best friend wanted it like... now! So I did it... Now its 11/10/08---BETA-ED!!!! Yay! (am I too happy to u guys?)
*Hint hint* The next chapter name is... :dundunDun: Green Passionfruit! Can you think who that might pertain to??? lol.
Loves, hugs, and kisses!
Edited 11/14/08
Disclaimer: This is getting to be a bitch… And Im actually doing it only because SOMEONE said I needed to pay homage to Kubo Tite and shit like that. So!!! Tite-sensei, don’t think Im trying to steal your story, cause Im not! I don’t think I could handle your life, with the deadlines, crazy fans, and all… Too stressful… But I love Bleach and EVERYBODY ELSE knows that I no own it. Others just… I don’t know. Lol
A/N: This chapter will have a little citrus flavor (Yay smut!!!) to it so I do hope you enjoy. (SoloM, Yuri, other stuff that the story writes)
“Talking” ‘thinking’
Now on with the story!!!
Chapter 3: Orange Strawberries
Sleep wouldn’t come to Kurosaki Ichigo that night. Well, sleep would’ve come if he would cum. Shirosaki had been replaying images of the past to work Ichigo up. It had been almost a month since Ishida Uryuu had ended their brief ’relationship’; if that was what you wanted to call it. It had all come about in an accident, but then again all his recent sexual partners were ‘accidents’ you could say. Well, all accept the red pineapple, Abarai Renji. The attraction had been there since the beginning of their friendship, and with Ichigo being the confused teenager he was; he’d given the red-head his virginity. Their… 'relationship' didn’t last long though. It couldn’t have even been called a relationship, because Ichigo was the other man. After running to the Soul Society for the second time, Ichigo had found out that Renji had been holding the same type of relationship with the man he supposedly hated, Kuchiki Byakuya.
Renji had steadily apologized and said Byakuya meant nothing to him, and they were purely using each other as stress relief. At that remark, Shirosaki had asked who bottomed and Ichigo had no intension in finding out.
Ichigo quickly ran to Kuchiki Rukia for comfort and that turned into an accidental relationship. In turn, that also showed him that he had no interest in women. Not that they weren’t pretty to look at, but sexually they did nothing for him. And from there, he turned to Ishida.
Now things had come to a standstill, and Ishida was happily in the arms of the ninth division fukutaichou, Hisagi Shuuhei.
Ichigo couldn’t stop the onslaught of past images; the memories that Shirosaki played over and over in his head. He didn’t blame his hollow, its sexual desire; Ichigo was its only means of release; but he didn’t want to do this right now. Rukia was still sleeping in his closet for fuck’s sake! He didn’t want her to hear him moaning in want for something that he couldn’t have anymore. Rolling out of the bed, he thought of all the things that lend Rukia back to his small closet; mainly Byakuya. They still weren’t on the best of terms, but by them both being connected as two of the four, most important people in Rukia’s life, things had settled into acceptance. The man was still a stuck up bastard and that would never change.
“But did’ya see dat ass?!” The hollow egged. It wasn’t like Ichigo hadn’t had thoughts like these before, but that was just never going to happen. He needed a calming shower, like... now.
Walking into the bathroom, Ichigo turned the water to searing hot and hit the shower radio; humming to himself and ignoring Shirosaki, while undressing. Climbing into the shower, he was assaulted by a new onslaught of images, all of Kuchiki Byakuya. Groaning as the water beat upon his skin; he relented and grabbed his painful arousal and pitifully thrush into his palm. Shirosaki humming his pleasure at the action, brought forth an imagined video clip of Ichigo's own fantasy.
-Ichigo’s (Shirosaki induced) Fantasy-
Kuchiki Byakuya kneeled at Ichigo’s feet, ripping at his clothing, begging to taste him. The berry easily complied, releasing his hakama, erection bouncing free. “You want it that bad?” Byakuya nodded fervently, taking the entire length down his throat in one swift movement.
“Ah fuck! Byakuya…” Ichigo panted, leaning against the tiled wall.
Byakuya bobbed his head relentlessly, sucking harder and faster than anything he’d felt before. “Hmm. So good.” Fantasy Ichigo moaned. He could feel his end quickly arriving. And then his world came crashing down in white.
-End Fantasy-
Body jerking wildly in his release, Ichigo bit down on his tongue to keep from crying out and alerting his family. Slated, Shirosaki’s lazy chuckle echoed in his mind. Pulling himself from the shower wall; Ichigo dried off and retreated back to his bedroom.
Walking in, he stopped at the sight of Rukia on his bed. “What?”
“Nothing.” She stated looking the other direction; a fiery blush painting her cheeks. “I just heard you get up and was wondering if something was wrong.”
“Oh…” was all he could say, blush painting his own face. ‘Now she knows.’
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Kira Izuru panted tiredly. He loved this. Ichimaru Gin was his and his alone once again. It all still felt like a dream; Gin had chosen him, HIM, over Aizen. Aizen for fuck’s sake! And now they would be together until the end of time. Kira rolled over to caress Gin’s pale locks and stare at that beautiful face as he slept; tired out from their previous activities. Kira never fell asleep first. He had a feeling so deep inside that Gin who disappear and leave him all alone again. He didn’t want to feel that pain again. His fellow fukutaichou, Hisagi Shuuhei had indeed help to ease the pain, but he wasn’t Gin. He couldn’t give him the things he needed; the pain he craved. What Gin gave him; that he learned to love. If others knew of this sick fetish, he was sure they would never respect him again. But Shuuhei never judged and tried his best, but it was still never enough. He hesitated. Gin never paused to think if Izuru was seriously injured. If he was, he’d heal him later; now was play time.
Sighing Izuru lay down to sleep.
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Ishida Uryuu stood in his kitchen, towel slung low on his hips, hair wet, and ass hanging out of the refrigerator. Another late night study session turned sex session. College entrance exams were soon and if Shuuhei never let him study, how was he suppose to get into the school that he wanted to attend?
As if thinking his name set a beacon in the sky; Hisagi Shuuhei walked up behind Uryuu, grabbing him up by his hips and kissing the small of his back. Grinning, Uryuu pushed him away. “Stop it. That’s why Im here in the first place. Im suppose to be studying, instead Im tired and hungry and I only read half of the book.” Ishida said with a firm glare thrown over his shoulder. Hisagi never backed down; it was that glare that turned him on even more. Still crouching behind his lover, Shuuhei snatched the towel from Uryuu’s slim hips, exposing him to the cool air. “Damn it Shuu! Please don’t tell me you still want more?! We JUST finished fifteen minutes ago!”
Smirking, Shuuhei took Uryuu into his arms. “Im not. I jus’ wanna look at ya. Is’t wrong?” he asked.
“No… I guess not. Im just tired. Let’s go to bed.”
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Arisawa Tatsuki looked down into a sleeping Inoue Orihime’s face. The peaceful smile that she wanted to stare at forever and ever more. But knowing that Inoue still held feelings for Kurosaki Ichigo was disconcerting. Yeah the Strawberry was gay, but he’d tried women before… He was just like her; tried the opposite sex and didn’t like it. She’d much rather give her Hime pleasure. And everyone clearly knew, though it was unspoken among they friends, that Ichigo was versatile. He’d run to Tatsuki mortified by his experience with Rukia; his first and only woman he had loved that way. And then to top everything, he had confessed to having a sexual relationship with a man first. He insisted that he wasn’t gay and begged that she helped him prove it. So after a fumbled attempt at sex with his best friend, it all went crashing down from there. Tears in his eyes, he’d cursed every god there was for what his first love, that man, Abarai Renji had done to him.
After that, Tatsuki had kind of let it slip to Orihime that Ichigo and Renji were an item, but that only lead her to believe he was bisexual. Stupid girl. But she loved her more than anything else in this world and would gladly die for her. The most important person in her life… The woman who was going to be her wife. Arisawa Tatsuki was proposing tomorrow.
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Urahara Kisuke stood in his laboratory trying to duplicate the recipe that Nova had destroyed earlier that day. Raking his brain, he was also trying to come up with a solution to the red head’s problem. If he’d known that mod souls would express attraction when he created them, he might not have let it remain that way. But he was genuinely happy that Nova was interested in someone. And that person being Abarai Renji, brash fukutaichou of the sixth division, only made it better. Renji was just the one to draw the shy little turtle that was Nova out of his shell.
Now… How to go about? Kurosaki-kun would bond well with the mod soul, but that wouldn’t bring him out of his shell… Maybe he should speak with Renji; a blind date could do them both some good. He needed help in planning the outing. “Im sure Kurosaki would come up with something.” Kisuke thought aloud.
He had the perfect outfit for him, ‘if only he could steal the hood’, he chuckled darkly.
-Knock knock knock-
A slightly disheveled Abarai Renji stood at his laboratory door. ‘Purrrrfect…’
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Renji stared at his feet, feeling nervous. He didn’t understand why he was feeling this way. He was just going to ask why Nova ran away before he could apologize; the shy mod soul had been so embarrassed that his cheeks were practically melting off his face. It wasn’t like the accident was Nova’s fault. And Renji had done it on purpose. He was trying to come up with some way to talk to him, and bumping into the red head seemed as good as an excuse as any.
Looking up into the shop keeper’s face, he was slightly disconcerted. “Yeeees? What can I do for you this early morning Abarai-kun?” Urahara asked with a smug smirk. Renji’s breath quickened with uneasiness. This man knew something, and he was involved. ‘I only hope it’s something good…’ the pineapple thought.
“Uhm… I was wondering if you saw Nova today.” He started slowly. He need to tread carefully when dealing with Urahara Kisuke. The man was a trickster in everything he did.
“Why yes, Abarai-kun.” The demon in sheep’s clothing asked sweetly. The man knew something and dammit all if he wasn’t going to find out what! “He said he was sick so I checked him over, but nothing was wrong. Then he said something about running into a few… friends, while on his way to visit Schiffer Ulquiorra. He seemed to get practically flustered at the mention of your name.” His heart soaring at the statement, the sixth division fukutaichou tried to school his expression into one of indifference, but the tale tell signs of a raging blush couldn’t be pushed down. Seeing the smirk that the blond wore grow, Renji knew he hadn’t played it well enough. Sighing in resignation, Abarai Renji told the shop keeper everything that had happened.
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Urahara’s heart raced. He hadn’t had a set up this easy in forever, and to be truthful; I felt sinfully delicious. Plan A, though usefully ingenious and difficult, was no longer needed… But pushing Nova into was going to be as easy as taking candy from a baby. Speaking of candy…
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Yay!!! Another chappie to feed your fanfiction hunger!!! Yeah... Its later than I expected, but at least its here!!! So I hope you like and I'll see you all again in a few days. It was unbeta-ed at first... My best friend wanted it like... now! So I did it... Now its 11/10/08---BETA-ED!!!! Yay! (am I too happy to u guys?)
*Hint hint* The next chapter name is... :dundunDun: Green Passionfruit! Can you think who that might pertain to??? lol.
Loves, hugs, and kisses!
Edited 11/14/08