Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Bleach Ficlets: Dare To Live ❯ 4 Complications ( Chapter 4 )

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.

 

4Complications

 

I stared at Zangetsu and Shirosaki suspiciously. They were standing damn close to each other. Closer than I'd ever seen them. Zangetsu looked a little flustered and Shirosaki was smirking even more than usual. Reiatsu was moving around in thick waves, lapping at my ankles and curling around my calves as if reaching for me. I'd never felt anything like it before not even when Zangetsu let his power twist together with mine.

 

I liked it.

 

“I'm trying to teach Shirosaki a little control over his reiatsu. I hadn't thought you'd notice the changes in power,” Zangetsu said walking towards me.

 

“Why the hell teach him anything? He'll only use whatever you teach him to try and take me over.”

 

Zangetsu sighed softly. I think I might have been frustrating him but I didn't have a freaking clue how I was doing that. Shirosaki grinned at me and started to follow behind Zangetsu. I didn't trust that sneaky Hollow bastard any further than I could spit. Probably even less than that. He was up to something. He'd called me the king and himself the horse the last time we fought and I won but, I knew he wanted that position to change.

 

“Zangetsu's teaching me shit `cause we're bored and have nothing better to do. Can't you find a Hollow or something to fight? Better yet, how `bout fighting a Hollow with that Quincy you hang with? You guys have some rocking sex after you take a few Hollows out. Hell, you even have kick ass sex with the old man here after a really intense fight if the Quincy feels kinky.”

 

An embarrassed blush burned across my cheeks and I shot a hostile, accusing look at Zangetsu. I'd have never pegged him for somebody who opened his mouth about shit that happened in the bed room, or any place else for that matter. I scowled as anger started to push the embarrassment of Shirosaki knowing about my sex life aside.

 

“I said nothing, Ichigo. Shirosaki can watch what's going on and feel your reiatsu just as I can. Remember when I told you I want what you want?” I nodded my head already not liking where I thought this was going. “Shirosaki also wants what you want even if he won't admit to it. We are all the same just different parts of your power.”

 

Nope, I didn't like where this conversation was headed. My fists clenched at my sides. Yeah, Zangetsu had something before about us all being connected but I hadn't really being paying attention. I was kinda a one-track-mind guy and I'd been a little busy at the time. Well, technically Zangetsu was the one doing the work but, he knew he short-circuited every brain cell in my head when he did that finger wriggling thing in my ass while jerking me off. Thinking about all the stuff I'd done with Zangetsu and now knowing that Shirosaki watched us and probably got off on it pissed me off.

 

And was kinda hot in a really twisted, kinky way.

 

I shook my head, wondering where in the fucking hell that thought came from and dragged a hand through my hair. I so didn't need this kind of shit in my life right now. I was fighting Shirosaki for control almost every time I became a Shinigami. Hollows still popped out of the wood work trying to kill me, my family or my friends. Ishida ran hot and cold in the sex department since we got back from Soul Society and that was slowly driving me nuts. I was trying my best to keep that idiot of a father of mine from finding out I was a substitute Shinigami `cause I knew he'd ground my ass for doing that without permission. To top it all off, I had a history essay due tomorrow morning and a stupid fucking Hollow had ripped my book bag off me on the way home from school before I could change, scattering my stuff and the ten page finished essay all over the damn place.

 

I didn't think my teacher would buy my “A Hollow ate my homework” excuse.

 

“Okay, fine. Whatever. Just… like… warn me or something before you guys do this crap again. I didn't know what the hell was going on and…. Just warn me okay?” I finished lamely. I wasn't about to say I'd been afraid Shirosaki'd done something to Zangetsu. I wasn't entirely sure the old man could take the punk-ass Hollow if Shirosaki seriously tried something.

 

“We'll try to keep the spikes of reiatsu to a minimum, Ichigo. Or I'll let you know before hand,” Zangetsu said. It was sort of an apology so I took it like one and grunted an okay.

 

“How `bout one jolt for the road,” Shirosaki smirked, fast-stepping around Zangetsu.

 

Zangetsu spun around and tried to get between me and my Hollow-self but wasn't fast enough. Shirosaki touched me, his palm dragging down the center of my chest to my waist before Zangetsu jerked him away from me. Lust flashed through my body. Stubborn will was all that kept me standing when my knees wanted to turn to jelly from intense pleasure from the last person I would have ever expected.

 

“You're a fucking dick head, Shirosaki. I hope Zangetsu beats your ass `cause I don't have time to waste doing it. I'm outta here,” I said glaring at Shirosaki before stepping back into reality. I told myself I did not see arousal and interest in Shirosaki's eyes.

 

I collapsed onto my bed and threw an arm over my eyes. My body was insisting that it'd be a fan-freakin-tastic idea to go back there and play around in all that spine-tingling reiatsu and get me a little Hollow ass while Zangetsu had mine. I already knew I liked being involved with two other guys in bed. Shirosaki had simply never popped up on my radar as a possibility. I groaned softly.

 

I really, really didn't need this shit happening.