Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Bleach Ficlets: Dare To Live ❯ 13 Modified Kiss ( Chapter 13 )

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.

 

13Modified Kiss

 

If I had to take one more order from that snot-nosed kid, Jinta I was gonna strangle the little brat. The girl, what's-her-name… Ururu, she's a nice kid, so quiet and polite you barely even noticed her but Jinta, man somebody needs to seriously punch the living fuck out of him. It'd be pure pleasure to beat the crap outta the kid but he was Urahara's gopher boy and since my gigai was courtesy of Urahara, I didn't want to piss the guy off by turning his flunky into a stain on the floor. No matter how much the little shit deserved it. I snorted and tossed back another cup of sake. Little turd had some nerve calling me a free-loader and making me do his chores. I was here on official Soul Society business. Not like I needed to explain myself to a little punk like him.

 

I picked up the sake bottle and frowned. Empty. Fuck. Now I had to go hunt up more. Urahara had a stash. Somewhere. I was trying to decide if it was worth the future hangover I was currently working on to haul my ass around the shop looking for more sake when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. My eyebrows rose a little when Nova walked into the room holding a tray with a sake bottle. He placed it on the low table, gave me a little bow and turned to leave. I stopped him with a hand on his wrist.

 

I rarely saw any of the mod souls in their gigai. Urahara wanted them to be inconspicuous so Nova usually looked like some weird kinda turtle thing. What he was wearing right now was a huge improvement. The jacket with the fur collar was nice and you couldn't go wrong with black leather. Speaking of black leather, the pants he was wearing did amazing things to his ass. The hood though, that ranked pretty high on my strange-o-meter. He needed to take it off. It didn't do a thing for the rest of his outfit and I'd bet it was Urahara's idea. That guy had the fashion sense of a garden slug and was seven kinds of kinky going by what I'd seen lately.

 

“Why don'tcha sit and have a drink with me? You're about the only one here who hasn't accused me of being a free loader. Actually, I don't remember you saying shit about pretty much anything. You can talk, right?”

 

Nova looked at me and nodded slowly. He had pretty eyes. I'd never seen anyone with eyes that colour. Or lashes that long on a guy. Urahara did good work with the gigai but why would he give a male gigai such pretty eyes? Maybe `cause Nova was always wearing that fugly hood and needed something to yank attention away from the hood. Course, that ass of his in those leather pants did a great job of distracting but I guess it'd be kinda rude to always stare at somebody's ass. I frowned and wondered if I was drunker than I thought. Why was I thinking about a mod soul's ass and how pretty his eyes were? I looked up at him, realizing he was kinda hovering as if not sure what he was supposed to do. I still had a hold of his wrist but he wasn't pulling on it to break free and he didn't sit down until I tugged on his arm. I poured some sake into my cup and realized there wasn't another cup for Nova. I shrugged and pushed my cup at him, keeping the bottle for myself and taking a healthy swig.

 

“You're not gonna be able to drink that if you keep your hood on. Take it off.”

 

Nova's eyes got huge and he looked down quickly. He made no move to take the hood off and he clasped his hands tightly together. What the hell? I'd swear he was nervous or something. It's not like I told him to strip. Although, if Urahara gave him eyes that pretty and an ass that fine, it kinda made me wonder what was under that black leather Nova was dressed in. There were those lusty thoughts again. What did Urahara put in the sake?

 

“Oh come on. If Urahara gave your gigai pretty eyes like that, I'm sure he wouldn't make you look like a hideous troll or something. It's just you and me here. I'm not gonna laugh or anything. Take the hood off, have a drink with me and let's see how pretty Urahara made your gigai.”

 

Nova's head snapped up and a blush burned across his nose. His hands moved to the hood and I grinned in anticipation. I blinked in surprise when he zipped the hood closed and dropped his head down to look at his lap. What the fuck?

 

“Hey, now I can't even see those pretty eyes of yours. Come on, you shy or something? I swear I don't bite. I just wanna have a friendly drink with someone who isn't ragging on my ass all the time about being a free-loader.”

 

I wanted to reach over and take the hood off him but I was pretty sure if I did that, I'd… I dunno… scare him away or something and I didn't want to do that. That'd be kinda mean; like kicking a kitten or something. Nova sat beside me and said nothing while I took another pull of sake from the bottle. He didn't fidget or shift around or make any kinda noise. I woulda thought having somebody just sit there and not do or say anything woulda creeped me out but it was actually kinda nice. Made me feel less… I dunno… edgy and angry. More relaxed. I'm pretty sure that wasn't the sake talking either. It was like Nova was this well of peace that sorta reached out to touch you if you sat quietly with him long enough. Okay, that had to be the sake talking. What the hell was in this shit? Whatever it was, it was damn fucking good and smooth as silk going down.

 

“You don't talk much, do you? S'kay. It's kinda nice. Peaceful. Thanks for bringing me the sake by the way. I was gonna go look for more when you showed up.”

 

“I know. You're welcome,” Nova said softly.

 

My eyebrows rose. He had a quiet voice that made me think of how you talked to a lover really early in the morning when you were both just waking up. Soft and quiet and warmly intimate. Now that was definitely the sake talking. Holy crap this was some good shit. I wondered if this was some of that home-brew I'd heard Urahara talking about. Damn, he could make a fortune off this stuff as some kinda truth serum.

 

“So, you gonna take the hood off and have a drink with me or not? I mean, you don't have to take the hood off if you don't wanna. I'd like it if you did but… ah, forget it. Just sit and keep me company, okay?”

 

Nova nodded and sat quietly beside me as I worked on putting a dent in the amount of sake in the bottle. Funny, but I knew I was pretty damn drunk but I didn't feel drunk. I actually felt mentally sharp. And a little horny. Weird. I didn't say shit when Nova eventually unzipped his hood, not wanting to make him zip it back up by opening my big mouth and saying something stupid. He really did have he prettiest eyes and I didn't even feel like squirming when he seemed to be studying me intently.

 

“Go ahead, ask whatever it is that's making you curious,” I said with a wave of my hand.

 

The blush appeared over his nose and he dropped his eyes again. I thought he'd zip up his hood like he did the first time. He was a shy one. I thought it was cute considering I'd seen him kick some serious ass in a fight with a Hollow once. When he didn't say anything after several minutes, I thought he'd lost his nerve to ask me his question.

 

“Do they feel different from the rest of your skin?” Nova asked raising his eyes to mine.

 

“Huh?”

 

“The marks. On your skin. Do they feel different?” the blush across his nose was even redder than before.

 

Well fuck me sideways, that was the last thing I thought he'd ask. Why I had the tattoos, sure. Or if it hurt when I got them, I'd have expected. A smile spread across my lips as I thought of how to answer him and maybe get to see his face.

 

“You tell me. Touch them and find out for yourself. But, you need to take that hood off first. I wanna see your face. Fair trade, isn't it?”

 

Nova blinked at me and I could see the indecision in his eyes. I tipped the sake bottle up, drinking the last of it down. Whatever the hell Urahara put in his booze was wicked powerful stuff. It was making me think and say weird shit yet it seemed perfectly normal to be doing that. I was gonna lay off the sake for a while after this. At least, I was gonna lay off Urahara's sake. When Nova reached up to his hood and his fingers brushed the zipper, I gave a little sigh of disappointment. It'd been worth a try to see exactly how curious he was about my tatts. My eyes widened when Nova pulled the hood from his head and raised his eyes to meet mine.

 

Holy fuck, but Urahara really did damn fine work. Nova's hair brushed his shoulders and looked to be the exact same shade of candy apple red as mine. His lips were full and dark pink and he had a tiny beauty mark in the shape of a star on one of his cheek bones. He gave me a small, shy smile and I felt like I'd been punched between the eyes. Even with a bad case of hood-head, he was beautiful. I swallowed hard. Telling him to touch me might've been a stupid move on my part going by how happy-in-the-pants I was feeling.

 

Nova leaned forward, reaching out towards me. I expected him to trace over the thick lines on my arms. Instead, his fingers trailed over the tatts on my face, his touch so light I almost didn't feel it. Certain parts of my body felt the slide of his fingers intensely. My brain noticed the boner I was sporting and decided to go for lunch, obviously feeling my dick could handle the thinking for a while. That's my only excuse for what I did.

 

I leaned towards Nova, his fingers sliding over my hair as I closed the distance between us. I cupped the back of his head and kissed him gently on the lips. His eyes widened in surprise but he didn't pull back from the kiss. He stayed perfectly still for a couple of seconds before tilting his head a little and kissing me back. The kiss was sweet and innocent and hotter than hell. My dick was egging me on to start groping Nova to see if the rest of him was as gorgeous as his face. I had the feeling it would be. I started to deepen the kiss and the next thing I knew, I was falling face first to the floor and Nova was gone. I lifted my head to stare stupidly at well manicured toes and wooden clogs right in front of my face.

 

Oh shit. How much had Urahara seen?

 

“I see you've helped yourself to some of my sake, Renji. Oh dear, you seem to have drunk all of it, too. I was saving that for a special occasion with a certain someone but, since I did get to play rather recently with them; I find that I'm in a generous mood.”

 

I was sweating bullets. Urahara was weirdly protective of the mod souls and I didn't think he'd like the idea that I'd been trying to get into Nova's pants even if that's not what it started out as. I knew Urahara'd been a Captain before he left Soul Society and my stomach churned a little at the thought of what he might do to warn me off trying anything with Nova. The zipper tab of Nova's hood was digging into my chest and I was seriously hoping Urahara couldn't see or wouldn't notice what I was lying on. I heard the snap of his fan opening before he turned around and left. I let out a shaky sigh of relief that stopped the second I saw Urahara's feet pause at the door.

 

“Oh, Renji, you may want to go find Nova and return his hood to him. It's like his security blanket when he gets overwhelmed with emotions. I'd suggest you take things slowly with him. He's rather shy and doesn't have a lot of intimate experience. Unless, of course, you want him to wear the hood when you have sex, which can be kinky fun but I'd think you want to see his face the first time you take him to bed. That kinky shit can always come later.”

 

Urahara left the room without a sound. I gave a strangled groan and let my head thunk to the floor. Well, that answered the question of what Urahara'd seen. A rough laugh of relief left me when I realized that Urahara didn't seem pissed off over my drinking his sake or making a move on Nova. I think I'd just gotten permission to see if Nova wanted to do more than share a kiss. Luck really did favour drunks and fools.