Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Bleach Ficlets: Dare To Live ❯ 3 First Trial ( Chapter 3 )

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.

 

3First Trial

 

Since I'd tasked Shirosaki with learning how to gain some control of his reiatsu, I hadn't seen hide nor hair of him in days. Quite honestly, I thought he would've given up after a fairly short time. He was no better than Ichigo at controlling his reiatsu and Shirosaki didn't care that it spilled everywhere at once; much like Ichigo. Subtly and restraint were foreign concepts to both of them. Shirosaki struggled for control far longer than I thought he would. Apparently, I'd vastly underestimated how badly he wanted to get into Ichigo's bed. Over the last several hours, Shirosaki's reiatsu would completely disappear for several minutes at a time only to re-appear as wild and uncontrolled as ever.

 

Shirosaki's reiatsu vanished again and I waited for it to blaze back across my senses. Even though I'd never admit to it out loud, I liked the wild feel of Shirosaki's power ebbing and flowing around me constantly. With Shirosaki, it was like hot desert winds whipping and caressing your skin at the same time. Ichigo's reiatsu was more like lightening striking the ground at your feet, sending electric tingles dancing over your body and making your heart race. They were both very pleasurable sensations. I smiled to myself when I thought of finally getting their two reiatsus to combine while we enjoyed one another in bed.

 

I nearly fell off my pole in shock when I felt hot spurts of reiatsu that weren't mine twist around my legs and slide over my balls bringing me erect in seconds. I shot a startled glance over my shoulder to find Shirosaki standing behind me, smirking.

 

“Pretty damn good eh, old man?”

 

I hadn't felt or heard him approach me from behind. He'd done a spectacular job of hiding and then controlling his reiatsu, at least for a short period of time. I doubted he realized the effect of the little stunt he'd just pulled and I thanked my lucky stars that my coat hid the erection I now had. Not that I was ashamed or embarrassed by my reaction to him, I simply didn't want to hear him crowing for days on end about making me hard without even touching me. It was bad enough that he knew he'd managed to sneak up on me. I'd never hear the end of that little incident.

 

“You've done well. You're quite motivated, aren't you?” a little praise would go a long way in getting Shirosaki to behave and react how I wanted him to. It would also likely distract him from further comments on how he managed to get the better of me, if only temporarily.

 

“Fuckin' A. I wanna piece of the king's ass. Gets damn boring to use your hand all the time. Course, now that I can do this thing with my reiatsu, it makes masturbating way more fun.”

 

I sighed and shook my head a little. Figures that Shirosaki would've already tried out his reiatsu control on himself in an intimate way. Not that I could really blame him. Controlling and using power as I'd had him practice did indeed add a lovely twist to self-love. Given that his only sexual experience came from his hand and whatever he spied Ichigo and I doing, his libido had to be running fairly high. Naturally, that fit perfectly into my plans. Time to move onto the next thing he needed to learn. I stepped from my pole, keeping my coat closed to hide the erection that refused to go away and faced Shirosaki.

 

“Controlling your reiatsu is only part of the challenges you'll be facing from me. I know you love to fight. Most especially with Ichigo. I'm going to ask that you curb those impulses for a while. You're going to learn to be a gentle tease.”

 

“Say what?” he said suspiciously.

 

I reached towards Shirosaki and ran a finger down his arm, trailing soft pulses of reiatsu as I went. His eyes went impossibly wide and he licked his lips when a shiver moved through him. I smiled slowly at his reaction and brought my other hand up to brush a thumb across his now wet lips, trickling more power in its wake. A hungry groan sounded from him and his tongue flicked out to touch the pad of my thumb. I couldn't help the little spike in my reiatsu from that instinctive touch and I hoped Shirosaki wouldn't notice it mixed in with the gentle waves I was sending over him.

 

“Fuck,” Shirosaki said in a low voice, knocking away my hand and grabbing a fistful of my hair. He jerked my head to him for an open mouth kiss that was all heat and need and wildly spiking power.

 

Shirosaki's kiss was nearly enough to make me forget my carefully constructed plans. From only a kiss, I wanted to shove Shirosaki to the ground and take him like an animal in heat. That was a complication I hadn't planned on. I slowly pulled back from a kiss I would have preferred to continue; doubly glad my sunglasses were still in place so Shirosaki couldn't see the arousal he'd sparked to life in my eyes.

 

“You still need to work on managing your reiatsu, Shirosaki. Lessons in kissing don't come until a little later. But, for a first time, I'd say you have some natural talent in the kissing department,” I said in a surprisingly steady voice.

 

Shirosaki scowled and opened his mouth, ready to spew venom. Only the sudden feel of Ichigo's power moments before he appeared kept him from saying anything. Shirosaki snapped his mouth shut and stared at Ichigo, his hunger shifting focus from me to our unexpected guest.

 

“What the fuck just happened? What the hell are you guys doing?” Ichigo asked as he narrowed his eyes at Shirosaki and me.