Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Bleach Ficlets: Dare To Live ❯ 1 The Question ( Chapter 1 )

Authors Note: I don't own Bleach and make no claims on it. If I did, there'd be a whole hell of a lot of kinky shit going down.

 

1 The Question

 

“Hey, old man.”

 

I ignored the shout that had the feel of a command.

 

“Hey, I'm talking to you.”

 

I glanced down at Shirosaki and somehow managed to keep the put upon sigh to myself. I was thankful I wore sunglasses and that the glare on the lenses kept him from knowing I'd even looked at him. If I was patient enough, he'd give up and go sulk somewhere else. I was jolted when he kicked the pole I was balancing on.

 

“Figured that'd get your attention,” he smirked.

 

“That was unnecessary and rather rude.”

 

“Like I fucking care. I got a question.”

 

“And kicking my resting pole is going to get me to answer you?”

 

“You're talking to me now, ain't ya?”

 

I pursed my lips in annoyance. He did have me there. Now that I'd responded to him, he wouldn't leave me in peace until I answered whatever it was that he wanted to know. Assuming it was something I could answer. Half the time, I'd no idea where he came up with the questions he did. Boredom and intelligence were apparently a dangerous combination. Shirosaki needed a hobby. One that wasn't about irritating me every chance he got.

 

“Point taken. What is it now?”

 

“How come you get to ride the king and I never do? He never calls for me unless he's half-way to dead. And it's never to fuck, only to fight. I love fighting but I want a piece of his ass, too.”

 

Well, well. I knew Shirosaki watched when I went to Ichigo and pleasured us both. I even knew he stroked himself to orgasm while watching. How could I not when we were all so intimately connected; even if neither Shirosaki no Ichigo seemed to realize it? I hadn't known Shirosaki wanted to be included but, I probably should have guessed. He hated to be left out of things.

 

“Hey. I asked a question. I was even almost nice about it.”

 

I glanced down at Shirosaki and saw a scowl that was a mirror image of the one Ichigo usually wore. A small smile teased my mouth. Whenever they met, they fought. They were so similar they couldn't help but rub each other the wrong way. My tongue flicked out to wet my lips when I thought of them rubbing each other in a very different way. That was a surprisingly erotic mental image.

 

“If you don't know, fucking say so. I don't know why I thought you'd know, anyway. You don't know everything,” Shirosaki said in a sulky tone before whirling around and stomping away.

 

I let Shirosaki get a dozen paces from me before I spoke. “I do know but, I don't think you'd be interested in hearing why.”

 

Shirosaki halted but didn't turn around. The move was so much like Ichigo; I actually smiled broadly thinking of the eroticism of two Ichigo's in bed. I don't know why I hadn't thought of this earlier. I said nothing further knowing I'd be able to out-wait Shirosaki. His temperament ran just as hot as Ichigo's. He'd get impatient long before I was forced to say or do anything and demand an answer from me. If I played this out correctly, the possible pleasure for all three of us would be phenomenal.

 

“I'm listening.”

 

“Ah, but do you really want to hear what I can tell you?”

 

Shirosaki spun around and stalked back to me. He glared up at me, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. He was ready to draw his sword on me, physical attacks being his preferred method of dealing with everything. I sighed softly. I had so much work to do before he'd be ready to join in the trysts with Ichigo and I. I stepped off the pole and landed lightly in front of Shirosaki, taking his chin in a grip he'd be hard pressed to break.

 

“I'll tell you why Ichigo never calls for you to pleasure him and how you can change that. It'll take hard work and you won't like what I tell you but the rewards will be beyond anything you can imagine. Are you up for the challenge, Shirosaki?”