Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Bleach Ficlets: Dare To Live ❯ 14 Shake Your Money Maker ( Chapter 14 )

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.

 

14Shake Your Money-Maker

 

There were instances when I liked to be beside Ichigo, touching him while I watched him. Like when he slept next to me, exhausted from one of our more energetic bouts of sex. His barriers were down and he was warm and pliant in my arms. I could almost feel the intense connection I knew was possible for us to share. Then, there were times like these that I was glad I could watch him unaware and appreciate his grace and sensuality.

 

Ichigo was in his room having stepped recently from his shower, a wet towel tossed carelessly on the floor, little droplets of water clinging to his skin. His hair was damp and tousled, his skin flushed, giving him the appearance of someone who'd been thoroughly debauched instead of freshly washed. I could barely make out music in the background so I knew he had to have it turned up rather loud for me to be able to hear it.

 

“What're you smiling about, Zangetsu?” Shirosaki asked as he stared up at me.

 

“I'm watching Ichigo. You may find what he's doing interesting.”

 

“Yeah?” Shirosaki said a little sceptically before focusing his mind on Ichigo. “What the fuck is he doing? Whatever it is, it looks damn hot.”

 

“Dancing,” I said with a tiny smile as I mentally watched Ichigo's hips gyrate to the beat.

 

“You sure? Looks more like he's gettin' it on with an invisible partner. Hey, I've got an idea. Why don't ya call him in here? He can come and get his freak on with us,” Shirosaki said with a leer.

 

I rolled my eyes at Shirosaki. He really did have a one track mind. It was a wonder I'd managed to thus far keep him from pouncing on Ichigo the second he saw him appear. Shirosaki was learning patience but I thought he still had a way to go before it would be wise to let him and Ichigo into bed with each other. Responsible, sensual violence and blood-play were still a long ways off on the sexual menu for those two until I was sure they wouldn't actually try to kill or maim each other when they ended up in bed together.

 

“If you want a really clear view of what he's doing, I could show you something cool. It'll cost you though,” Shirosaki said slyly.

 

I pulled my sunglasses down my nose and simply stared at Shirosaki until he made a sound of annoyance and rolled his eyes at me. If anyone was owed anything here….

 

“Fine. Whatever,” Shirosaki muttered before suddenly smirking at me.

 

Shirosaki's expression made him look like he knew something I didn't. Curiosity had me stepping down from my pole. He grinned at me, grabbed my hand and dragged me along with him. He stopped in front of a wall of windows and pressed his finger to his lips in a gesture for silence. My brows drew together and my eyes followed the line of his finger when he pointed to the window. My eyes widened at the crystal clear image of Ichigo shaking his very fine ass along to the beat of the music that I could now hear perfectly. Shirosaki smirked at me and leaned into me until his lips were touching my ear.

 

“Is this cool or what? You gotta be quiet `cause he can hear and see us like we can see and hear him. I wanna see if he gets his rocks off like this,” Shirosaki whispered.

 

I watched through the glass as Ichigo swayed and swivelled his hips. His movements were erotic and lewd and I could see why Shirosaki said it looked like Ichigo was having sex with an invisible partner. My cock hardened and I felt Shirosaki's rising reiatsu. He was finding this little show of Ichigo's arousing, too. Proving he had no real restraint, he drew my hand to his groin, pressing and rubbing his erection against my fingers.

 

“Come on, Zangetsu; be naughty and jerk me off while we watch Ichigo pretend fuck,” Shirosaki said softly in my ear, his tongue flicking out to tease the lobe.

 

I could have said no but the idea was so wicked and illicit, I knew I was going to do what he suggested. Shirosaki was perverted, creative and very one-track-minded and I appreciated it in this instance. I pulled Shirosaki to stand with his back to my front, undoing his coat and tossing it aside before pressing his body to mine. He wriggled his ass against my erection, the move sending blood to pool in my groin. I slipped my hand into his hakama and closed my fingers around his cock. A low groan left him before he could stop it and Ichigo froze mid-grind. He turned slowly, a scowl already on his face.

 

“Kinda rude to spy on someone, asshole,” Ichigo said, his hands attempting to cover his groin and the lovely erection he had. I smirked a little at Ichigo only calling Shirosaki on the issue of spying. The two of them snipped at each other every chance they got.

 

“Don't stop. You looked pretty fucking hot shaking your ass like that. You're making me and Zangetsu hard. Come on, keep grinding like you were. Unless you can't move that good if you know somebody is watching you,” Shirosaki taunted around a groan when I squeezed his cock.

 

Ichigo snorted, his embarrassment at being nude and aroused disappearing in the face of Shirosaki's goading. “As if, dick head. You want a show? Alright, I'll give you a show.”

 

I raised a brow at the tone of Ichigo's voice. He sounded like he'd just picked up the gauntlet to some kind of dare. He stalked to the stereo and sorted through the CD's stacked on the shelf. He sent a sly smile over his shoulder and popped his choice into the player. A heavy drum beat poured from the speakers. Ichigo kept his back to us, rolling his hips and shoulders in time with the music and sending little lustful glances over his shoulder. Whether or not Shirosaki meant to, his hips mirrored Ichigo's, pushing his cock into my fist one minute and his ass back into my groin the next in an erotic rhythm.

 

The lyrics spoke of tracing a body with their eyes and sensations boiling up inside. Ichigo followed the lyrics by running his hands up and down his sides and gliding over them over his ass while his reiatsu started to build and press on both me and Shirosaki. I rested my chin on Shirosaki's shoulder and licked his throat while watching Ichigo with growing arousal. Tiny shivers of desire travelled through Shirosaki's body at the touch of my tongue to his flesh and I smiled. Ichigo and Shirosaki were both wonderfully responsive lovers, their reactions to my every touch heightening my desire.

 

Shirosaki bit his bottom lip at the feel of Ichigo's reiatsu swirling around us and reached back to tangle his fingers in my hair. I couldn't stop the soft moan of pleasure at feeling Shirosaki's nails scratching lightly against my scalp. Apparently, he hadn't forgotten that touch was something I found very arousing. The singer continued to talk of dancing wearing only skin and forgetting about the world around when gliding deep within sin, stretching out the last word to make it sound more indecent than it already was. At that last line, Ichigo bent forward slightly, slid his hands over his ass and spread his cheeks apart, giving both Shirosaki and myself a beautiful shot of his tight little hole.

 

“Holy fuck that's hot,” Shirosaki rasped grinding into me and groping my ass with his free hand. “I am so gettin' me a piece of that.”

 

Ichigo turned around then and started to run his hands over his body never losing the beat of the music with his hips. He was fully erect and when the chorus came up talking about playing with a naughty h, Ichigo began strokes to his cock in time with the music while the fingers of his free hand ended up pressed to his lips. He licked his fingers delicately with the tip of his tongue before sliding two into his mouth to suck on them. His eyes remained locked on Shirosaki and I the entire time.

 

“Oh fuck,” Shirosaki groaned circling his hips against me. I wondered if Ichigo knew how erotic Shirosaki found licking and was doing that on purpose to drive Shirosaki crazy. I wouldn't put it past Ichigo.

 

I trailed my free hand up Shirosaki's throat, brushing my fingers over his lips and pressing lightly until he opened his mouth and started sucking on my fingers just as Ichigo was doing with his own. Reiatsu built up around me and Shirosaki, reaching out towards Ichigo. Ichigo moaned at the sensation of our combined reiatsu sliding up his body, causing a bead of fluid to gather on the head of his cock. He danced closer to the mirror still stroking his cock and smearing the pre-come over the head as he pumped his hips. He pulled his fingers free from his mouth with a lewd, wet pop and trailed them over his chest, pinching and teasing his nipples into peaks while never missing a beat of the music. His eyes were focused on me and Shirosaki and I wished we'd taken the time to undress. Skin on skin contact would have felt heavenly while watching Ichigo's erotic floor show. Shirosaki leaned forward and pressed his hand to the glass with a heavy wanting moan, the movement pushing his cloth-covered ass firmly against my cock. I mimicked the hips thrusts of Ichigo, wringing a whine of deep pleasure from Shirosaki, sharp pants of excitement coming from my own throat.

 

Ichigo stepped close to the mirror, tilted his head and licked a broad line along the glass making both Shirosaki and I groan at the erotic act. He pressed his hand to the glass opposite Shirosaki's and my eyes widened when their fingers meshed together through the glass, the slowly building reiatsu surging like a tidal wave around us. I wrapped my reiatsu around theirs in an effort to control the wildness of their reiatsu. Desire slammed into me hard. My breathing turned harsh as I struggled to keep my lust in check. Need coiled in my belly and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back for long against the feel of their desires as well as my own. Shirosaki sucked hard on my fingers, the erotic gesture shoving me closer to my breaking point. Time to push my lovers over the edge before I lost what little control I had.

 

My fingers slid free of Shirosaki's mouth over his protest and circled his throat. A needy moan left him and his hips jerked, pushing his dick roughly into the channel of my fist. I circled my hips against his ass, grinding my nearly painful erection against him as I stroked his cock. Once again, I wished that I'd taken the time to undress both of us. I pressed Shirosaki full against the glass with my body and was startled when he passed through, pulling me along with him. We stumbled into Ichigo making him stagger and breaking his rhythm for the first time since he started his dance for us. We fell onto the bed in a tangled heap, skin rubbing against skin against cloth. The full body contact between the three of us made our combined reiatsu flare almost painfully hard, flooding us with power. The sensation was too much and the orgasm that had been building between the three of us crested and broke.

 

Shirosaki and Ichigo groaned as one and Shirosaki's cock pulsed with release in my hand, his come wetting the front of his hakama. Ichigo sucked in a sharp breath and his back bowed as orgasm ran through him, his seed smearing onto Shirosaki's hakama. My breath caught in my throat and I ground my hips against Shirosaki's fabric covered ass as my peak hit. Pleasure shot up my spine, nearly making me dizzy from the intensity of what we'd just shared. The level of reiatsu dropped sharply to its normal background feel and I closed my eyes, leaning my forehead against Shirosaki's bare back and waiting for my heart to slow to its normal rhythm. Shirosaki and Ichigo panted and little aftershocks of pleasure travelled through all three of us. My mind reeled with the knowledge of the possible ecstasy we'd all feel when we became even more intimate with each other. I groped for Ichigo's hand, humming softly to myself when I laced my fingers with his.

 

“So, can you show me how to dance like that? That was so damn hot. How the hell did you learn to move like that? Man, you could make a fucking mint shaking your ass,” Shirosaki said in a tired but sated voice.

 

Ichigo laughed and I opened my eyes to find him smiling at me and Shirosaki. “Natural talent and lots of time spent watching and waiting for Yuzu to finish up her ballet class. I could show you a few moves, I guess.”

 

I noticed that their hands were still clasped and neither one seemed inclined to let go or start snipping at one another. Ichigo was holding onto my hand just as possessively as he held Shirosaki's. A broad smile appeared on my face. Perhaps things were moving along better than I'd initially thought. For once, I was delighted to be wrong.