Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Bleach Ficlets: Dare To Live ❯ 17 Interuptions ( Chapter 17 )

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.

 

17Interruptions

 

“How `bout now?”

 

I hunched over my desk and tried to ignore Shirosaki. I had homework to do and the asshole was bugging the shit out of me even when I'd told him to piss off like half an hour ago. I gripped my pen, focusing on the question from the text book. If I didn't finish my homework this time around, my teacher wasn't gonna believe any excuses and my butt would be in a sling. My dorktastic dad would be called and I couldn't explain to either my teacher or my dad that I didn't have my homework done this time because my Hollow self wanted to learn how to shake his ass. Yeah, that'd fly real well.

 

“Hey, I asked you a question. You said to fuck off until later. Well, it's later.”

 

“You asked me half an hour ago. Half an hour ain't later, idiot. I've got a shit load of work here and it'll take me even longer to do if you keep bugging me.”

 

“Half an hour is to later,” Shirosaki said with a sulky tone in his voice.

 

I threw my pen down in frustration and groaned softly, shoving my fingers through my hair. Zangetsu deserved a fucking medal for putting up with Shirosaki all the time. While I thought it was a pretty cool trick to be able to see and hear Shirosaki through the mirror, I was considering throwing a sheet over it to maybe shut him the hell up. Kinda like putting a cover over a bird cage. I snickered at that thought and got up from my seat, approaching the mirror.

 

“If I show you a few moves, will you piss off and go bug Zangetsu or something so I can do my homework?”

 

“Sure. Shouldn't take more than ten minutes to learn how to do what you were doing, right? Looked easy enough.”

 

Shirosaki was all smiles and good humour now. I ground my teeth in frustration. Ten minutes my ass. It'd take a hell of a lot longer than that but if he thought ten minutes was cool, I wasn't going to argue. He'd be out of my hair and that's what I wanted.

 

“Fine, I'll spare you ten minutes but I don't wanna hear any bitching outta you when you don't get it that quick. Gimme a minute to find some tunes.”

 

I flipped through my CD's; selecting a couple I thought would work for what I was going to show Shirosaki. I idly wondered if he'd get this right off the bat. He'd stop bugging me if he did but, it'd kinda piss me off a little considering the amount of time I'd spent learning to dance. I had to work at it so; he should have to work at it, too. Music, heavy on the bass beat, pumped out of my stereo and I stepped up to the mirror.

 

“Copy what I do. It's all in the hips,” I said as I moved in time with the music.

 

“Gotcha,” Shirosaki said with a grin. He watched me for a moment before trying the moves on his own. I couldn't help the snicker that slipped past my lips.

 

“What?” he asked in an irritated voice.

 

“You're moving like you're having a seizure or something. You gotta flow with the tunes not jerk around like a spaz.”

 

“Hey! It's the first time I've tried this. Cut me a little slack here. `Sides, I can't really hear the music,” Shirosaki muttered as he jerked his hips from side to side.

 

I shrugged and cranked up the tunes. He flailed around and I couldn't stop the laughter that burst from me. Shirosaki stopped trying to dance and glared at me.

 

“Knock it the fuck off,” he ground out.

 

“You looked freaking hilarious. I can't help it,” I gasped between spurts of giggles. Oh man, this was way too good to not laugh. I could yank his chain over this shit for months.

 

The door to my room banged open and we froze in surprise. “Ichigo, your sisters are trying to study. You need to turn down your music. Are you dancing?” my dad asked, peeking around the corner.

 

“Errr,” I said as I made hand motions for Shirosaki to bugger off. Irritating prick didn't move even an inch and just smirked at me.

 

“I was quite the figure on the dance floor in my younger days. Bet I could still cut a rug. You want me to show you some moves? I'll have to lead though until you get the steps,” my dad offered, starting to walk further into my room.

 

I was across my room faster than I'd ever moved without using shunpo. I shoved my dad out into the hall and against the wall. I didn't want to take the chance that he could see spirits, Shirosaki in particular. It would make sense if my dad could see Shirosaki since I could see spirits and Karin and Yuzu could sorta see them too. I mean, we had to get that ability from somewhere, right? I had no idea how to explain Shirosaki to my dad.

 

“I'll turn down the tunes, Dad. I was just… uh… moving around a little to… uh… get the blood flowing since I'd been in one position for so long.”

 

My dad slapped me on the back, almost knocking me to the floor. “Good idea, Ichigo. If you're sure about not learning some moves from your darling dad, I'll leave you to your studies. If you change your mind, come get me. Try and keep the music down, okay?”

 

I nodded and mumbled something I hope my dad took as an answer before I went back into my room. I was definitely going to get a lock for the damn door, hopefully before the next time my dad barged into my room. I turned the music down and faced the mirror to find Shirosaki leaning against the glass on his side with a smirk.

 

“Your dad is a dork.”

 

I shrugged. Not much I could say there. My dad was a dork. “Yeah, but he loves me and only wants to help. I have to turn the tunes down so my sisters can study. If you can't hear the music, come here and we can finish up your first dancing lesson so I can get back to my homework.”

 

Shirosaki's grin nearly split his face. He pressed against the glass but nothing happened and his smile vanished. I watched him push against the mirror for several seconds with no reaction. He punched the glass in frustration and it didn't even rattle. I stood in front of the mirror and watched Shirosaki pound on the glass, a little smirk forming on my mouth.

 

“Guess you're not as good as Zangetsu with the just appearing thing. Hell, I even told you to come here. S'matter? Can't follow orders?” God, but it was fun to yank his chain.

 

Shirosaki flipped me the finger and pressed his hands to the glass. I stared at him, trapped on the other side of the mirror and something clicked in my brain. I reached up and placed my hand opposite his. Just like the other two times, our fingers meshed. I tugged him effortlessly through the glass until he was standing in front of me.

 

“I guess you need me to pull you through into the real world. That's cool. Means you can't sneak up on me and shit. Bet you can't stay here long either if Zangetsu can't.”

 

Shirosaki scowled and jerked his hand from mine. “This is the first time you actually called me. Gimme time and I bet I could appear like Zangetsu. I just need practice.”

 

“Yeah, right,” I snorted. “You wanna learn these moves or not? I have homework that needs doing instead of trying to get your uncoordinated ass moving in some kind of rhythm. Try the hip shaking again and let's see if we can get you going right.”

 

Shirosaki glared at me before he started to move in what I think was supposed to be a sexy way. My snicker stopped him dead and he jabbed me in the chest with his finger. “What aren't you telling me? Spill it. What's the big fucking secret to dancing so hot?”

 

“No secret. Pretend you're fucking someone,” I said grabbing his wrist, spinning and jerking him around so that his ass slammed into my hips.

 

Shirosaki struggled against me, his elbow catching me in the ribs. I grunted and pressed a spot on his wrist hoping that what worked on people worked on Hollows, too. He hissed in pain and I hooked my free arm around his waist, holding him tight to my body. Damn, he actually felt good like this, close and squirming around. He swore at me but stopped trying to impale me with his elbow. He switched tactics and his reiatsu surged.

 

“Knock it the fuck off, Shirosaki. I'm just trying to teach you what you asked me too.”

 

“How? By driving your thumb through my wrist? That hurt in the unfun way,” Shirosaki bitched, wriggling his ass around as he tried for more space between us.

 

“Suck it up, buttercup. It didn't hurt that bad. You wanna learn how to move your hips or not?”

 

“Yeah. Fine. Whatever,” he muttered when he realized I wasn't letting him go. Maybe he thought this position felt good, too.

 

I moved my hands to his hips, holding them firmly against mine. I started with some gentle hip thrusts to the beat of the music still playing; my movements forcing his hips into motion. I tried not to pay attention to how nice his ass felt pressed to my crotch but, my body wasn't listening to my brain. Shirosaki noticed my reaction and pushed back a little harder than he had to. Whatever brain cells I had left died in the rush of pleasure and a groan tried to leave my throat. Holy fuck, Shirosaki had a great ass. The asshole snickered and wriggled his butt even harder into me.

 

One of my hands slid over his belly and under his coat, the other gripped his hip harder. Hi skin was surprisingly soft and warm against mine. My cheek was pressed against his and I liked the musky scent of his skin. My eyes met his in the mirror we were facing and my cock hardened further against his ass. He licked his lips and his hand drifted over his crotch, rubbing the bulge of his erection. Nope, I wasn't the only one who thought this felt really good.

 

“You mind if we do the dance lesson later? I'd rather fuck right now,” Shirosaki said with a leer and more ass wiggling.

 

Because he seemed to like it the last time we started to get a little freaky, I licked the corner of his mouth with the tip of my tongue, earning a deep groan from him. He turned his head, pressing his lips to mine in a heady kiss. His tongue slipped into my mouth to play with mine, our hips slowly circling. The friction of my cock against his ass through the barrier of our clothes was both a torture and a slice of heaven at the same time.

 

“Well this almost explains that incident in school,” said a cool voice I'd recognize anywhere. “Your father said you were in your room doing homework. He gave me a very strange look by the way, which I'm entirely blaming on you, Ichigo. Interesting homework you're doing. I had no idea you were taking a course on sexuality.”

 

Shirosaki pulled back from the kiss enough to turn his head and look at Ishida. I saw the evil little smirk and still wasn't fast enough to slap a hand over his mouth.

 

“This the Quincy you fuck? Not bad. A little geeky and on the skinny side but the glasses are a nice kink. He always sound this prissy?”

 

Ishida pushed his glasses up and angled his head so the light glinted off them. Crap. He was pissed. Leave it to Shirosaki to fuck up any progress I was making with Ishida. Shirosaki was so dead, hot ass or not. And what the hell was Ishida doing at my house anyway? He never came by when my family was home. At least not lately.

 

Ishida sniffed and managed to look down his nose at Shirosaki and me even though we were both taller than him. “If you were paying any attention at all to your communicator like you should be, Ichigo, you'd know that there was a call summoning you to meet with the other Shinigami. Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is to be sent to fetch you like some… errand boy for the Shinigami?”

 

Shirosaki made the noise of a whip into my ear and snickered. I shoved him away from me and the bastard laughed. Shirosaki stepped up to Ishida and smirked at him, reaching to brush hair away from Ishida's face. Ishida smacked his hand away and frowned.

 

“I bet you're a real wild one in the sack. You let Ichigo talk you into a three-way with him and Zangetsu and that's some kinky shit. How about you see what happens in bed with me and Ichigo? Be almost like doing twins and who doesn't like that fantasy?”

 

I figured Shirosaki was about two seconds away from getting a Quincy arrow up the ass for that comment. My jaw damn near hit the floor when Ishida looked Shirosaki up and down, stripping him with his gaze. A tiny smile twitched his lips.

 

“Yes, it would be almost like fucking twins, wouldn't it? That could be interesting. I've never done siblings, identical or otherwise. Ichigo, you have to go now. I have homework to do as well and I'd rather not waste any more time here than I have already,” Ishida turned on his heel and walked out of my room leaving me and Shirosaki staring after him with our mouths open.

 

“I take it back. He's not prissy, he just looks that way. He's a kinky, geeky fucker. I bet he'll do some really nasty, twisted shit in bed. I like him. How long before you can convince him to have sex with us? Maybe with Zangetsu, too to make it extra kinky,” Shirosaki said with a lecherous smile.

 

I groaned and ran my hand through my hair. Perfect. Just what I needed. My inner Hollow was now lusting after not only my ass but my sort-of-boyfriend's ass as well and said sort-of-boyfriend was encouraging him. I refused to think about how hot Shirosaki's idea was. Or Ishida's reaction to Shirosaki's suggestion. I was surrounded by kinks and pervs. God, my life was great at times.