Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Bleach Ficlets: Dare To Live ❯ 2 The Answer ( Chapter 2 )

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.

 

2 The Answer

 

Why the hell did I even bother asking him anything? Did I really want to hear what he could tell me? I snorted. Like I'd ask if I didn't want to know. Unlike some assholes, I didn't talk just to hear myself. I glared at him and wanted to swat his hand away but for an old guy, he had a hell of a grip.

 

I didn't know if he was bullshitting me or telling the truth. He held himself perfectly still, like some statue waiting for me to answer him. After five minutes of that crap, I was ready to drill him straight in the face but I didn't think he'd let go of my chin even if I hit him. The longer we stood there not moving, the more curious I got to hear what he thought was the reason Ichigo never called me to play between the sheets. I mean, aside from the obvious hating the sight of each other thing. Only, maybe it wasn't entirely hate. Or maybe hate wasn't even the right word for what was between me and Ichigo.

 

Ichigo sometimes did cool shit. And as much as it pissed me off, he was stronger than me; for now. I could sorta respect that. He did look sexy when Zangetsu was nailing his ass. And the feel of his and Zangetsu's reiatsu went all… tingly and spiky when they fucked. That felt freaking fantastic from a distance. I wanted to feel it up close and personal like.

 

“Okay. I'm in. Spill it, old man. And take those damn shades off. I want you to be looking me right in the eye when you tell me this big fucking secret to getting into Ichigo's pants.”

 

Zangetsu sighed and let go of my chin. I got the feeling I'd just disappointed him and reacted exactly the way he expected me to. It bugged the shit out of me that he thought he knew me so well, but I controlled myself enough so I didn't slug him like I wanted to. I could punch him after he told me what I wanted to know. `Sides, how hard could it really be to get into a horny teenager's pants? I was one fine looking piece of Hollow ass. Who wouldn't want to have me in their bed?

 

“Ichigo needs to have some respect and trust for a person before he'd even consider taking them to bed,” Zangetsu said as he removed the sunglasses he always wore.

 

“That's it?” I snorted in disbelief. I should've known he was yanking my chain.

 

“You have some respect for Ichigo, don't you? You know he's stronger than you so you bow to his will even if you keep trying to take control whenever you can.”

 

“Hey, I don't bow to nobody. I'm just… waiting for the right time to test him again.”

 

“Naturally. But, until you think the time is right to test him again, why don't you try being a little less hostile to him when he comes here? Ichigo isn't going to want to sleep with someone who attacks him every time he sees him.”

 

“He screws the Quincy. They fight all the time.”

 

“Ah, but the Quincy doesn't try to kill him. They fight together. They might bicker but they are friends. Ichigo respects the Quincy's skill and determination and he trusts the Quincy at his back.”

 

I scowled. He kinda had a point there. I also noticed for the first time that Zangetsu's eyes were a light honey colour. They were kinda pretty with really long eyelashes. Whoa, where in the hell had that come from? I shoved that thought away fast.

 

“For Ichigo to trust you would take quite a long time. Actually, I'm not sure he'd ever trust you given the past you two have. But, he does respect your fighting abilities. We can work with that. You'll also have to try to not make him so guarded every time you're near him. If you start slow and with small things, I'm confident we can all enjoy ourselves eventually.”

 

So far, this didn't sound like hard work. “You sure this'll work?” I asked suspiciously. He nodded his head and waited. “Slow and small. Gotcha. What else?”

 

“We practice.”

 

“We what?!” I knew I was right to be suspicious of Zangetsu. He was a sneaky bastard and way more shit went on in his head than he'd tell you.

 

“Practice slow and small things. I know what'll work. I'll tell you and show you what I mean. Follow my lead. If you can.”

 

If I can? I narrowed my eyes at Zangetsu. That sounded almost like a challenge. Whatever it was, I was up for it. I was ready for anything he could throw at me. He brushed past me and I nearly jumped out of my skin when his hand pressed against my hip and his reiatsu pulsed softly. Warmth and pleasure flowed from where his hand touched me, my skin tingling like when Zangetsu and Ichigo fucked, but softer. By the time I turned around, he was back on that damn pole of his and his sunglasses hid those warm honey coloured eyes of his again.

 

“First thing you need to do is learn how to make your reiatsu do that. Ichigo really enjoys the sensation, as do most who can sense spiritual power. Once you've managed to duplicate what I just did, come and tell me and we'll go from there.”

 

I stared at him in surprise for several seconds before flipping him off and stomping away. Fine. I'd do the fucking reiatsu thing and we'd see what happened when I did it to him. I could probably do it better than him if I practiced a little.