Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Bleach Ficlets: Dare To Live ❯ 7 The Kiss ( Chapter 7 )

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.

 

7The Kiss

 

As soon as I could, I was gone to that weird-ass world in my head. I had a bone to pick with Zangetsu and a certain Hollow's chain to yank. Considering that I'd gotten one damn fine hand job from Ishida after weeks of nothing but the cold shoulder, I was willing to be a little easy on Zangetsu for sorta getting me into position for a mutual masturbation session. Jerking around Shirosaki was just icing on the cake.

 

“You said you'd warn me the next time you screwed around with the reiatsu,” I said staring up at Zangetsu on that pole of his.

 

“I apologise, Ichigo. There wasn't time to explain what was going to happen. You did enjoy the benefits of the spike though, didn't you?”

 

There was the barest hint of a smile on Zangetsu's face. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. He knew what'd happened between me and Ishida. Dunno how. Zangetsu was freaky that way. I think he really enjoyed whatever the hell he'd done to Shirosaki. Probably would have been damn entertaining to see, going by the almost smug look Zangetsu was wearing. Maybe the old man could hold his own.

 

“Yeah, well, next time, yell out a warning or something. That first wave caught me in class and I'd really rather not come in my pants in front of my friends. That'd be fucking embarrassing.”

 

Zangetsu's smile widened and he lowered his shades. Banked heat moved through his honey-coloured eyes making me feel very happy in the pants. Damn, how did he do that with just a look? “You found the spike of reiatsu exciting and arousing?”

 

I snorted. “Stop fishing for compliments. You know I really like it when you combine our reiatsu.”

 

Zangetsu chuckled and pushed his sunglasses back up his nose. I sucked in a sharp breath at the hot gust of reiatsu washing over my back, making my cock stand at full attention. Zangetsu wasn't doing it. It didn't feel like his reiatsu. I scowled at the unexpected and arousing power rush and spun around to find Shirosaki smirking at me.

 

“So you liked that reiatsu thing too, huh?”

 

I narrowed my eyes at Shirosaki. Cocky, irritating prick. He pissed me off just by breathing. Time to yank his chain; `cause payback is always a bitch.

 

“Yeah, I did. So did Ishida. Because of you guys messing around with reiatsu, I got me a sweet hand job from Ishida. He's got fantastic dexterity, what with being an archer and part of the sewing club and shit. Zangetsu could feel our wank session `cause he's just that good. Did you get any of it? Would be a damn shame if you didn't,” I smirked.

 

Shirosaki scowled at me and his hands clenched into fists at his sides. Nope, he hadn't caught what went on between me and Ishida. Probably too busy trying to remember how to breathe once Zangetsu started doing that thing he does with his reiatsu. I snickered. This was turning out way better than I thought it would.

 

“Y'know, once I figured out what'd happened with the reiatsu. I knew it had to be your fault. I was kinda pissed at first since getting a raging hard-on in front of my whole class is damn embarrassing. But I ended up mostly getting into Ishida's pants again and that's worth a boner in class any time. I told Ishida I didn't know what I should do when I saw you next; kill you or kiss you. I've decided,” I said grabbing Shirosaki by the waist band of his hakama and yanking him to me.

 

He squawked in surprise and I used the advantage of his open mouth to shove my tongue inside when our lips crashed together. He was still for only a second or two before he surprised me by really getting into the kiss. His tongue action was lewd and way hotter than I expected. Kissing Shirosaki was different from kissing Zangetsu or Ishida. Zangetsu was all controlled power and dominance. Ishida was cool and just barely submissive. Shirosaki was wild heat and fought me for dominance. I liked it.

 

Shirosaki fisted his hand in my hair and I mirrored his action, surprised to find his hair was silky soft. Arousal was growing in his eyes and I could feel his cock hardening against mine. His free hand moved over my back and slid down to squeeze my ass. I was having a hell of a time holding back on a groan `cause it felt so damn good. I needed to up the ante. Shirosaki wasn't going to beat me at a game I'd started. Not really having any idea what the hell I was doing, I tried to dump reiatsu on Shirosaki like he'd done to me earlier. He gasped and a shudder moved through his body. I felt his legs start to wobble and broke the kiss to smirk at him. Don't mess with the king, asshole.

 

I wasn't ready for his reiatsu to whip around me and travel over my body like a giant hand trailing heat in its wake. I tightened my grip in Shirosaki's hair and attacked his mouth in a rough kiss that was all about showing him just who was in charge. He'd said I was the king and him the horse and right now, I wanted to ride him hard. I threw more reiatsu at him and ground our hips together.

 

Neither one of us was ready for or happy about Zangetsu pulling us apart by the backs of our necks. Shirosaki actually growled at him and I swore. I was ready to chew Zangetsu a new one for stepping between what could've been violently good sex with Shirosaki and me. When I saw Zangetsu's face, I shut my mouth. I'd never seen so much naked lust in his eyes. My brain jumped from the idea of rough sex with Shirosaki to a kinky three-way involving Zangetsu, Shirosaki and me. I didn't think it'd be that hard to talk them into the idea. My eyes connected with Shirosaki's and I could tell he was thinking the same damn thing. Maybe we really were more alike than either one of us wanted to admit.