Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Bleach Ficlets: Dare To Live ❯ 21 Mountain Climbing ( Chapter 21 )

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.

 

21Mountain Climbing

 

My fingers were cramping from the death grip I had on the bed sheets and I'm pretty sure I was making a hell of a lot of noise even with my face buried in the pillow. Zangetsu was just that damn good. One hand rubbed over my back between hot, open mouth kisses on my shoulders and the back of my neck. His other hand was around my cock and driving me crazy with a barely there touch when I wanted more. His cock was perfectly still in my ass and I felt like I wanted to punch something from the frustration of not enough sensation. One minute he'd been pounding my ass fast and hard, shoving me to the point of orgasm and then… nothing. No movement. No nothing. If it wouldn't have been so god damn girly, I mighta screamed from having my orgasm snatched from me. Again.

 

“Fucking move, Zan. You're driving me mental,” I panted as I tried to wiggle my hips for a little action. I just needed a tiny bit of movement and I'd be there.

 

“I told you we were going to do something different Ichigo. Delayed orgasm is much more powerful than instant gratification,” Zangetsu whispered, biting down on my ear lobe hard enough to sting and send shivers down my spine. Shit, he was good.

 

I moaned into the pillow. Fuck, he knew I really liked it when he did that. Zangetsu chuckled softly and flexed his hips at the same time he tightened his grip on my cock. Finally! I groaned in pleasure and pushed back against him. I heard a familiar voice swearing and lifted my head from the pillow to see Shirosaki pressed against the mirror. He was naked and rubbing his body against the glass, his pre-come leaving streaks, his eyes watching me and Zangetsu intently. Annoyance and lust was plain on his face.

 

“Ya shoulda called me when you started. I woulda been here in like two seconds if I'd known you guys were gonna get all freaky. Not that watching isn't hot as hell but, I want in on the action,” Shirosaki said, his hand moving down to stroke his cock.

 

I opened my mouth to snap back an answer and damn near yelled when Zangetsu started to move his hips fast and hard, nailing my sweet spot. Shirosaki leaned his forehead against the mirror, making lewd sex noises and stroking himself in time with Zangetsu's rhythm. I could easily hear his harsh breathing and moans over mine. Holy shit, it was hot to watch Shirosaki jerk off while Zangetsu was doing me. I could feel my orgasm rushing at me again and licked my lips. Zangetsu slid his fingers over my mouth and I smirked at Shirosaki when I licked them. The lust in Shirosaki's eyes made them look like molten gold and the noises he was making turned into one long, needy moan. My heart pounded in my chest and my balls drew up tight. Oh, god yes! Zangetsu gave one last stroke to my cock and stopped dead. His fingers tightened around the base of my dick and he wrapped an arm around my waist to keep me from moving.

 

“Fuck!” I shouted not caring who the hell could hear me. This was pure torture. Kinky as all shit but, torture. I was panting like I'd just had the Hollow fight of my life. Damn it, I just wanted to come. Needed to come.

 

Zangetsu's reiatsu flared when he stopped moving in me and Shirosaki swore just as loud as I did. His hand was moving over his cock and he looked right on the verge of coming but nothing was happening. He punched the mirror in frustration and dropped to his knees, panting hard. He glared at Zangetsu.

 

“What'd you do to me, you fucking prick? I was almost there. I need to come.”

 

If I wasn't in the same boat as Shirosaki, I'da laughed my ass off at him. As it was, all I could do was make a funny noise in my throat and try for a little friction that just wasn't happening no matter how bad I wanted or needed it.

 

“You said you wanted to be in on the action. Consider yourself included,” Zangetsu said with what sounded like humour in his voice. Sick bastard was enjoying this torture.

 

Shirosaki groaned and pressed his forehead to the glass. If I coulda reached him to pull him through the mirror, I would've done it in a heart beat. Shirosaki was an asshole but he wouldn't keep me hanging like this for so long that I thought my balls were going to explode. He'd be all over me with hands and lips and we'd both be getting off. I never woulda guessed Zangetsu had this sadistic streak. It was kinda hot.

 

“Can't you do something? You're the fucking king,” Shirosaki whined; sweat rolling down the side of his face as he continued to jerk his cock even though it was pointless. He wasn't going to come anytime soon now that he'd asked to be included in what Zangetsu was doing to me.

 

“You think I haven't tried? What, do I look like I'm enjoying having blue balls?” I snapped back as I tried to grind my ass against Zangetsu without any luck.

 

“I promise you'll enjoy this, Ichigo. You too, Shirosaki,” Zangetsu said softly before dragging his tongue up my spine and making me shudder.

 

“That's just fucking unfair,” Shirosaki hissed. “You know I like that shit.”

 

Zangetsu chuckled and started again with slow, deep thrusts in my ass and strong strokes to my cock. I bit my lip as sensation started to build again. I couldn't take much more of this. I was gonna go nuts. As good as it felt, I needed to come. Like right now. I was desperate and desperate times called for desperate measures.

 

**He's gonna stop again. I know it. I need your help, ** I thought as hard as I could at Shirosaki. God, I hoped this worked.

 

**Don't yell. I'm not deaf. What makes you think he's gonna stop again and that I'll help you? **

 

**I just know. He's playing us both now. He's been teasing me longer than you with this shit. I don't come, neither do you. You wanna fix it so we both come or what? **

 

**What'd you want me to do? ** Shirosaki asked suspiciously as he jerked himself even faster. Stupid shit was still trying to come when we both knew Zangetsu wouldn't let him.

 

**Gimme your power. **

 

**What? Like when you do the mask thing? ** Shirosaki said confusion in his voice.

 

**Yeah. No. Sorta. Fuck, stop talking and just do it. I'm inviting you in for once. I'm nearly there and Zan's gonna stop. Again, ** that wasn't a whine in my voice. I was being… insistent.

 

Shirosaki smirked at me. My breath caught in my throat at the feel of him sliding to the surface of my brain. It was weirdly erotic. Like literally being mind fucked. We both groaned and I blinked slowly. I could feel the mask starting to form. My reiatsu increased and Zangetsu's rhythm broke.

 

“Ichigo?” Zangetsu asked as he reached to touch my face.

 

I pushed back against Zangetsu's hold. Power rushed through my body and me and Shirosaki groaned again. Holy fuck this felt good. Better than good. Shirosaki was enjoying this feeling as much as I was. I twisted out of Zangetsu's hold and shoved him to his back. His eyes were wide in surprise at what I'd just done as well as the mask that now covered my face.

 

**Let's do Zan. We can take him. We're stronger than him like this. **

 

**Lube and prep, dumbass. I don't wanna take the time for that. I wanna fucking come, damn it. I said nobody gets hurt when in bed with me and I mean that, ** I warned Shirosaki, getting ready to kick him out of my body if I had to now that I had the upper hand with Zangetsu.

 

Shirosaki muttered in my head but didn't push it. Maybe shit really did sink into his thick skull. I straddled Zangetsu's hips, lined his dick up with my hole and sank onto his cock. I groaned out loud in that strange Hollow-ish tone I got when I wore the mask, Shirosaki echoing it in my head. Lust flared bright in Zangetsu's eyes and his hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise but I didn't care. I was finally gonna get what I need.

 

**Fuck. Me. No wonder you let him do you. This feels great. Kinda weird but a really good weird, ** Shirosaki said in a desire filled voice.

 

I was surprised at how kinky him sharing my body and talking in my head while getting fucked was. We were so gonna do this again. I smirked when Shirosaki agreed with me and started to move. If Shirosaki liked that, he was gonna love this next part. Zangetsu helped me get a rhythm going. It wasn't going to take much for me to come. Zangetsu'd been teasing the ever-loving-fuck out of me for nearly an hour before Shirosaki showed up. I was more than ready to come. I swore softly when Zangetsu's cock rubbed over my sweet spot and had Shirosaki repeat that inside my head.

 

**Holy fuck that feels good. Better than just a finger. Do it again, ** Shirosaki demanded.

 

I laughed at how eager he sounded and started jerking my cock as I rode Zangetsu. Less than a minute later I was coming over his stomach and grinding my ass down. Shirosaki was groaning and repeating `fuck' over and over in my head. I glanced at the mirror and saw him slumped against the glass, come splattered on the mirror and his legs. Zangetsu jerked his hips up and a low moan left him. His cock pulsed in my ass and Shirosaki swore softly again. I felt the mask crack and fall away. My eyes closed and I sprawled over Zangetsu, the sudden loss of Shirosaki's reiatsu and my finally reaching orgasm too much for me to handle all at once.

 

“Holy fucking crap that was intense. We gotta do that again,” Shirosaki rasped.

 

I mumbled something that was supposed to be a yeah and tried to remember how to breath normally again. Zangetsu rubbed a hand over my back and planted a gentle kiss on my forehead. For a guy that'd just been jumped by a Hollow, he was pretty damn calm about the whole thing. I cracked my eyes open, wanting to see Zangetsu's face. I ended up staring at Shirosaki instead and was surprised at how bad I felt when I saw him kneeling, alone, on the other side of the mirror. Impulse had me pushing myself off Zangetsu and staggering to the mirror on legs that felt like rubber.

 

Damn, Zangetsu was right. He was always right. I'd never felt an orgasm that strong. Maybe he was on to something about that delayed orgasm thing. Or maybe it was just the effect of having Shirosaki sharing my head when the big moment came. Whatever the reason, I felt like it was wrong to leave the smart-ass all by himself after we'd shared one hell of a kinky orgasm. I hoped like hell I didn't regret this later. Shirosaki watched me with a slightly dazed expression on his face when I reached into the mirror, grabbed his arm and yanked him through.

 

“What the fuck?” Shirosaki said in surprise as he stumbled into me.

 

I dragged him back to the bed, a smile twitching my lips when he didn't seem any steadier than me on his feet. I fell onto the bed next to Zangetsu and pulled Shirosaki down with me. His eyes narrowed and he opened his mouth to say something I knew was gonna be stupid and make me regret bring him into the real world.

 

“Shut the hell up and just enjoy being out here. Maybe, if you can keep your smart-ass comments to yourself, we could have a little fun later.”

 

“Is that a bribe, Ichigo?” Shirosaki asked with a wide-eyed expression I think was supposed to be innocent looking. Shirosaki sucked at the innocent look.

 

“Yeah, why? You got a problem with that?”

 

“Nope. No problem at all. I'm very bribeable. Especially when part of the bribe is getting into your pants later,” Shirosaki said with a grin as he snuggled next to me.

 

I rolled my eyes at him. As if. Asshole. Zangetsu chucked and drew the blankets over us, his arm sliding over my waist, pulling Shirosaki even closer to me. It was a tight squeeze in my bed with the three of us but it kinda felt right. I snorted softly at myself. That had to be the post-sex glow talking. Zangetsu brushed his lips over the sensitive skin behind my ear making me shiver a little and Shirosaki tucked his head under my chin. I ignored how soft his hair was and frowned at the faint strawberry incense smell it had.

 

“Interesting way of getting what you wanted, Ichigo,” Zangetsu said softly with a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

 

I grunted and let my eyes close; the warmth and weirdly comforting feeling of being held snugly making me feel drowsy. Zangetsu almost sounded like things worked out the way he wanted them too even though I'd sorta screwed up his plan for delayed orgasm by inviting Shirosaki to share my body and getting the upper hand on him. I mentally shrugged. I'd think about it later when I wasn't nearly falling asleep from sexual exhaustion.

 

 

 

Author's Note: Climbing the mountain is a term for bringing yourself (and your partner, if applicable) to the point of orgasm and stopping right at the critical moment. You relax and wait for desire to recede before starting the whole process all over again. The orgasm that results when you finally allow yourself/your partner to orgasm is supposed to be very powerful. More so than simply letting go when you first approach release.