Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Bleach Ficlets: Dare To Live ❯ 12 Mirror, Mirror ( Chapter 12 )

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.

 

12 Mirror, Mirror

 

As much as I was liking the stuff Zangetsu was showing me, I was getting impatient. I wanted Ichigo's ass. Zangetsu telling me I wasn't ready yet was bullshit. If I was any more ready, I was gonna explode. That kiss with Ichigo had been pretty damn hot. I wanted to do that and more. If I knew how to appear like Zangetsu did, I'd do it. Then we'd see who was the king and who was the horse. I scowled and kicked one of the sideways windows of the building I was standing next too. The glass shivered and my eyes widened when I saw a flash of colour in the glass. Only one person had hair that shade of orange.

 

I pressed my hands against the pane and stared into the reflective glass. Ichigo was standing in the middle of his room with his back to me, a towel slung low around his hips and water dripping down his back. He'd obviously just come from the bath. I watched a rivulet of water slide down his spine to be absorbed by the towel and licked my lips. He turned and started to drop the towel only to stop and give a startled yell. I snickered. He screamed like a girl. He stalked the few feet to what I guessed was a mirror in his room and scowled, jabbing his finger at the glass.

 

“Don't fuckin' do that! It's… rude.”

 

I blinked. I could hear him? Way cool. This had all kinds of kinky possibilities. We could totally get a freak on like this. I wondered if he could hear me. Only one way to find out.

 

“Do what? Not like I haven't seen a guy naked before.”

 

“Yeah, well, you haven't seen me naked before.”

 

“Have too,” I smirked. Oh yeah, I'd seen Ichigo naked before. He was pretty hot.

 

“Bullshit. When?” he asked suspiciously.

 

“Anytime when you're writhing and moaning and shaking as Zangetsu pounds into your ass. I can see you guys y'know. Not as clear as when you come in here or like I see you now but, I do watch my own personal porno show staring you and Zangetsu whenever I get the chance. You're a great lookin' lay, Ichigo.”

 

“You're a fucking asshole, Shirosaki. Some stuff is private.”

 

He sounded pissed off. What the hell? I just told him looked like a great lay. Couldn't the guy take a god-damned compliment? Zangetsu said if I didn't fight with Ichigo, I'd get in his pants faster. Okay. I could do this even if it was gonna kill me with the nice.

 

“Zangetsu says we're all connected and you know he knows more about this shit than both of us put together. I can't help but watch when you guys go at it. It's like a little part of me is involved, y'know.”

 

Ichigo smirked. “Yeah, a real little part.”

 

Oh man, that tears it. I tried to be nice. I really did but, he was being a complete tool. `Sides, Ichigo saying I had a little dick was the same as saying he had a little dick. Our bodies were identical. Maybe he'd forgotten that or maybe he didn't know. Looks like it was show and tell time. I leered at Ichigo and shrugged out of my coat letting it fall to the ground. I undid the ties to my hakama and let them slither off me. I didn't have a problem being nude. I was an exceptionally fine looking piece of Hollow ass.

 

“What the fuck? What'd you do that for? Put your clothes back on.”

 

I stroked myself, smirking when Ichigo blushed and his eyes seemed glued to my cock. “Our bodies look identical, Ichigo. Zangetsu said so and he'd be in the know. Still think I got a little dick? Doesn't look little to me. Maybe wanna change your mind about that since it would mean you have a little dick, too?”

 

Ichigo opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before muttering that I didn't have a little dick. He still hadn't dropped his towel though. Geeze, you'd think he was shy or something. Maybe I could provoke him into losing the towel. I wanted to clearly see him nice and hard. And orgasming. I wanted to see that crystal clear, too.

 

“Come on, Ichigo. I showed you mine now let's see yours. If you whip it out, we could have us a little wank session and play around with reiatsu. We both like that. Come on… unless you're afraid I'll last longer than you.”

 

Ichigo glared at me long enough that I thought he was going to stomp out of the room, towel still around his hips. I've never been so happy to be wrong when Ichigo dropped the towel. Surprise, surprise; he was half-hard. Then again, after watching me play with myself, how couldn't he be? He gripped his cock and gave it a few pulls, making himself hard. I licked my lips and memorized exactly how he'd moved his hand. When I did finally get him naked next to me, I wanted to blow his mind with how fucking good I was.

 

“I can last as long as I want. It's you that won't make it past five minutes. I'm not the virgin here, you are,” Ichigo smirked at me while he slowly stroked himself.

 

Burn! It was technically true but, he really didn't need to point that out. That was just mean and nasty. I kinda respected that. When I did finally get Ichigo's ass, we were gonna have one hell of a good time. I just knew it'd be hot and fast and furious.

 

“Show me what ya got. Let's see who comes first. It won't be me, that's for damn sure,” I figured it wouldn't hurt nuthin' to taunt him a little more. Angry sex between us would probably blow both our minds. I could hardly wait.

 

Ichigo began to slide his fist over his cock. I watched for several seconds before he raised an eyebrow at me and shot a glance down to my cock. Taking the hint, I started to stroke myself watching his hand on himself. I noticed that we moved in almost the exact same way, subtle differences in our grip the only thing that kept us from being true mirror images of each other. Damn, this was fucking erotic.

 

I licked my lips when Ichigo slid his hand up his chest to toy with his nipple. His quiet little groan and building reiatsu made me start to pant in excitement. I could watch Zangetsu and Ichigo but I couldn't hear them. It was ten times sexier when you could hear the tiny lust noises. Tension was building in my balls way too fast. Ichigo was gonna win this round if I didn't do something. I watched a drop of fluid gather on the tip of my dick and smiled. Catching it on my finger, I brought it to my mouth and licked my finger clean while sending out my reiatsu to Ichigo. He shivered and bit his bottom lip. Score!

 

The hand Ichigo had been teasing his nipple with ended up pressed against the mirror. He leaned against the mirror and I could see tiny beads of sweat break out on his forehead. His reiatsu surged against me and my balls started to draw tight to my body. Oh fuck, this felt too good. I slapped my hand against the glass, gritting my teeth to try and hold back long enough for Ichigo to be the one to blow his load first. Both of us jerked our heads up when our palms touched through the glass and our fingers automatically meshed together. Reiatsu flared almost painfully strong between us, pulling groans of pleasure from Ichigo and me. Need pounded through my veins. If I didn't come right that very second, I was gonna explode. I couldn't stop it if I wanted to; which I didn't.

 

The pressure of our combined reiatsu crested and broke over us making us moan. My fingers tightened around Ichigo's and I gave one last stroke to my cock before my orgasm hit me with the force of a freight train. Ichigo mirrored my moves, his fingers squeezing mine as just as hard, his hiss of pleasure mixing in weird harmony with mine. I watched through a lust haze as his come and mine hit the glass separating us with soft splats. We both sank to our knees, gasping for breath, our hands still linked and the reiatsu slowly ebbing away.

 

“Holy fuck that was good,” I rasped. “Did you know we could do this?”

 

Ichigo shook his head. “That was intense,” Ichigo said in a voice that sounded as rough as mine.

 

“We gotta do that again.”

 

Ichigo nodded. “With Zangetsu. The pleasure might kill us but, what a great way to go.”

 

I laughed and drew a finger through the seed trailing down the glass, popping it into my mouth and sucking it clean while watching Ichigo's eyes. His fingers squeezed mine and he mirrored what I'd done. Damn, that was fucking hot. I wondered if he'd like it if I licked his entire body. Like it or not, I decided I'd do it `cause it was arousing as hell.

 

“If I didn't have to get my ass to school, I'd come in there right now and we could go hunt up Zangetsu. Being responsible sucks ass.”

 

I snickered but I liked the idea of finding Zangetsu and having a little circle jerk. Sorta an appetizer before the main course. We let go of each other's hand reluctantly. We both wanted more. I could feel his want like I'm sure he could feel mine. I dressed and watched him put on his school uniform. He walked to the door and stopped, looking over his shoulder at me.

 

“That was pretty fucking cool, Shirosaki. But I won. You came before I did. I'm still the king,” he was out the door and gone before I could say anything to his face. I punched the window, totally pissed off when it didn't so much as crack.

 

“You came at the same time as me, Ichigo. We'll have another round later and we'll see who's the king then.”

 

“Big talk for a virgin, Shirosaki. Maybe I should help you with that condition by nailing your ass,” Ichigo snickered.

 

Stupid prick wouldn't stop working that virgin angle. I sent a shot of reiatsu at him that made him stumble and gasp and stalked off to find Zangetsu. He needed to step up these lessons of his. If any ass was going to get nailed around here, it wasn't gonna be mine. It was gonna be Ichigo's and I was gonna be doing the nailing.