Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Bleach Ficlets: Dare To Live ❯ 45 The Best Laid Plans ( Chapter 45 )

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.

 

45The Best Laid Plans

 

It'd taken me a hell of a lot of begging and a months worth of saved allowance that I was going to put toward a really cool leather jacket, but I'd managed to get Ishida to loan me his place for the night. I was going to have to leave it just as spotless as when I stepped over the threshold, and he made me bring my own sheets, but his apartment was mine for the next twelve hours.

 

I could hardly wait.

 

I sang along to the tunes thumping out of the stereo as I made up the bed. For a guy who lived on a shoestring budget, Ishida had one kick-ass sound system. Maybe that was where all his money went. Well that and the fabrics he was always mooning over. I smoothed the sheet into place and eyed everything critically.

 

Privacy assured for the entire night?

 

Check.

 

Lube?

 

Check.

 

Tissues for clean-up?

 

Check.

 

I grinned. I was good to go. All I needed now was a partner and I could get this show on the road. That was solved easily enough. I snickered when I thought of how fast I was going to get a response from a certain horny Hollow. Time to rock his socks off.

 

**Yo, Shirosaki! Get your pasty ass to the mirror. I gotta talk to you.**

 

**What if I don't wanna get to the mirror? And my ass isn't pasty. I got a really fine ass. Skin like porcelain, too. Zangetsu said so.**

 

I snickered. He sounded annoyed. Bet his tune was gonna change the second he heard what I had planned. And Zangetsu was right; he did have a nice ass. I was just yanking his chain `cause it was fun.

 

**I got us the place to ourselves for the whole night. Guaran-fucking-teed. You in or what?**

 

Shirosaki whooped and I swear I heard Zangetsu's soft chuckle. I waited, facing Ishida's full length mirror. After half a minute and no Shirosaki, I started to get a little impatient.

 

**The hell is taking you so long?**

 

**Where the fuck are you?** Shirosaki asked with a boatload of irritation in his voice.

 

**Ishida's place. Don't you just appear in whatever mirror I'm near?**

 

**No. Not all the windows here look out of mirrors and every mirror is in a different place, dumbass.**

 

I was about to give him a verbal smack down for calling me a dumbass when Zangetsu spoke. **Shirosaki, perhaps if you concentrated on the feel of Ichigo's reiatsu, it would lead you to the mirror he's standing in front of.**

 

**Yeah. That could work,** Shirosaki said, excitement coming back into his voice.

 

I felt a slight tugging on my senses and watched Shirosaki skid to a halt in front of the mirror. He was grinning from ear to ear and gave a little fist pump of victory when he saw me. Zangetsu appeared behind him and smiled at me.

 

“May I join you two?” Zangetsu asked. He sounded like he knew what I was up to. He probably did. He was freaky like that.

 

“Sure. I got a plan though and… ummm… it's more about me and Shirosaki than all three of us. Not that the three of us together wouldn't be cool and all. We could still do stuff together later, but….” I think I was going to die of terminal embarrassment.

 

Zangetsu chuckled softly and appeared in front of me. He framed my face with his hands and kissed me. His tongue slipped in and out of my mouth and a tiny groan left me. Blood rushed to my cock making it stand at attention and my hands gripped his coat tightly, pulling him flush against me. Damn, Zangetsu was one fine kisser. A heavy thud and swearing made me jerk back from Zangetsu's talented mouth and peer over his shoulder at Shirosaki.

 

“Hey! If you're gonna suck face with Zangetsu, at least turn around a little so I can watch while I jerk off.”

 

Zangetsu laughed and leaned close to me again. My heart rate sped up, thinking that he was going to kiss me again. Instead, his lips brushed against my ear and he lowered his voice to the barest whisper.

 

“Take your time and don't let him rush you. I'll watch you two for the first time, but after that, I'd like us to all share in the pleasure. Is that in keeping with your plan, Ichigo?”

 

I nodded. Fuck, that was better than my plan. Having Zangetsu watch us go at it was going to be hotter than hell. Joining us for round two was an even better idea. I briefly wondered if I should call Ishida and tell him I needed his place for more than twelve hours. Nah. If we were still going at it when he came back, he could walk out, watch or jump in, the last two being pretty fucking hot ideas even if I didn't think he'd ever do anything like that. I walked to the mirror and slapped my hand to the glass. Shirosaki did the same only a heart beat behind me. Our fingers meshed and I tugged him through the mirror.

 

“You aren't just yanking my chain, right? You're for real about this?”

 

“Yeah, it's for real. Why? You change your mind about climbing into bed with me?”

 

“Hell no,” Shirosaki grinned and his hand shot out to grab a fistful of my hair, dragging me close for a kiss that was just this side of violent.

 

I let him kiss me for a couple of seconds before shoving him away a little. No matter how good that kiss was, or how much I kinda liked the hint of violence, that wasn't the way it was gonna go down between us this first time. I wanted something different. Zangetsu also said not to let Shirosaki rush me. I shot a glance over at Zangetsu and caught his tiny nod of approval as he settled himself into the chair at Ishida's desk. Man, this was gonna be so hot.

 

“Hey! What gives? You said….”

 

“We do this my way or not at all. You'll like it and it'll be better my way.”

 

Shirosaki sulked and I couldn't help the snicker that slipped out. I took his hand and dragged him over to the bed. As soon as he saw where I was headed, he perked right back up and grinned at me. He started to undress but I slapped his hands away. I had a plan.

 

“What the fuck, Ichigo? Are we gonna do this or not? You being a cock tease?”

 

“No, but we're not going to rip our clothes off and jump each other like wild dogs. That's not how I want this first time to go. Look, do you trust me?”

 

Shirosaki narrowed his eyes at me. As far as I was concerned, this was a make or break kinda deal. We'd still fuck no matter what he said, but his answer was going to affect everything from this point on. This was an important step for all of us. I'm not sure how I knew that. I just did. I'd been thinking about everything between all three of us a lot since that time in the bath. The stuff Zangetsu was trying to shove into my thick skull was finally starting to make some kinda sense even if I hadn't figured it all out yet.

 

**Ichigo, what are you up to?** Zangetsu asked, curiosity heavy in his voice.

 

**I finally got what you've been trying to drive into my head for months. I think. Maybe.**

 

There was silence from Zangetsu and I risked a quick glance at him. He'd taken off his shades and a tiny smile graced his lips. He gave a subtle nod and spread his legs a little as if getting ready to watch a kinky show, which, I guess, in a sense he was. I focused back on Shirosaki's face and waited. I was pretty sure I knew his answer but not one hundred percent. Just because him and Zangetsu lived in my head didn't mean I knew everything they thought or what they wanted. That wasn't how this thing between us worked.

 

“Like trust you how? Hey, you're going all Zangetsu on me, aren't you? This is some kind of stupid test, isn't it?” Shirosaki asked suspiciously.

 

“Yes or no, dipshit.”

 

“We still get to fuck no matter what I say? `Cause ya know, I don't need to trust you to nail your ass.”

 

“Yeah, we'll still fuck. You really have a one-track mind you know.”

 

Shirosaki studied me silently for several minutes. I had to work hard not to fidget. I was starting to wonder if he was ever going to answer me and frowned. I'd expected him to say the first thing that popped into his head. When the hell did he start really thinking about shit instead of just reacting?

 

“I don't trust you not to do dumbass shit, like nearly letting yourself get killed before asking for my help. But, I guess you could say I trust you in the big, important ways. I trust you to keep on trying no matter what and I trust you to keep your word when you give it no matter who you give it to. We're not exactly friends, but we're not enemies anymore either. I'm not sure what we are to each other, but I trust you to have my back because you know I got yours when it's go time.”

 

I grinned. Good enough. It was actually way more than I thought I'd get from him. I fisted my hands in his coat, pulled him toward me and kissed him gently. He was still for a few seconds before pressing his lips hard into mine. I drew back a little to keep the pressure light and he made an annoyed sound in his throat.

 

“Trust me in this, Shirosaki,” I said against his lips.

 

“This is gonna be more of that girly, poufy shit, ain't it?” Shirosaki asked with a frown.

 

I snorted. “Maybe, but I swear you'll like it. Come on, go with me on this. You said you trusted me on the big, important stuff and this is important.”

 

Shirosaki stared at me and shrugged, a smile kicking up his mouth. “Sure. What the hell. I'm getting some action so it's all good, right?”

 

We both turned to look at Zangetsu when he chuckled softly. “I seem to recall you enjoying the girly, poufy shit with me that one time, Shirosaki. What makes you think I haven't shown the same thing to Ichigo?”

 

“Hot fucking damn! Okay, go nuts,” Shirosaki leered, spreading his arms wide in invitation.

 

I laughed at his quick mood change and how eager he suddenly was. I sent a quick mental thank you to Zangetsu for whatever the hell he'd done with Shirosaki before and then undid Shirosaki's coat, tugging it off his arms and letting it fall to pool around his feet. I pressed open mouth kisses along his shoulder and licked his neck in a long, slow swipe. His breath shuddered out of him and I smirked as I moved down his chest. My tongue flicked out over his nipple and he groaned, his hands coming up to tangle in my hair. I ran my nails over his ribs and licked him again making him squirm in pleasure. He was such a sucker for any kind of tongue action.

 

“Fuck. Is Zangetsu telling you to do this shit? `Cause if he is, I'm gonna need to thank him big time later.”

 

“Nope,” I said as I dragged my tongue down his chest to the waistband of his hakama. “This is all me and the pervy thoughts I've been having about you.”

 

Shirosaki moaned as I licked his belly and undid the ties of his hakama. They dropped to the floor at the same time that I sank to my knees in front of him. Shirosaki was rock hard. As weird as it sounded, he had a beautiful cock. Pure white with delicate veins of blue, the head flushed a light red. My mouth watered to taste him and my cock twitched in excitement. This was going to be all kinds of awesome. I licked him from balls to tip, groaning at the taste of him as well as the slightly rough grip he had on my hair.

 

“Thought you said you wouldn't get on your knees for me,” Shirosaki said, his voice a little shaky when I dragged my nails down his thighs.

 

“If you're complaining, I can stop,” I offered, knowing he'd probably rather cut off his arm than ask me to stop.

 

“I'll kill you if you do.”

 

I grinned up at him before closing my mouth over the head of his cock and sucking hard. Shirosaki groaned, his nails scratching against my scalp, making me hum in pleasure around his cock. My hands travelled over his ass, squeezing and cupping it. He did have a fine ass. A really fine ass. I swallowed down as much of his cock as I could and fisted the rest, bobbing my head slowly.

 

Shirosaki's breathing was ragged and I'd barely done anything to him. The electric feel of his reiatsu crawled over me making me shiver at how damn fine that felt. Small tremors in his leg muscles started and his fingers tightened past the point of feeling good. I backed off his cock against the pressure of his hands to keep me there and looked up at him. His face was flushed and trickles of sweat were beading at his hairline. Pre-come gathered at the tip of his cock and it twitched under my stare. He looked like he was ready to blow his load and I grinned. Damn. I was better than I thought.

 

“Hey! Don't fuckin' stop!” Shirosaki panted, pushing my head back to his cock.

 

I was about to say something about him being fast off the trigger, but shrugged instead and took his cock back into my mouth. If he wanted to come, I wasn't gonna stop him. Probably wouldn't take long for him to get hard again if he was this ready to go. Might help him relax for what I had planned. Besides, I could tease the crap outta him later about shooting his load in thirty seconds flat. And I liked sucking him off, although I didn't plan on telling him that anytime soon. The grip on my hair tightened and I felt Shirosaki's leg muscles tense a half second before his cock pulsed in my mouth and his reiatsu spiked over my skin making me moan in pleasure.

 

“Ohfuckohfuckohfuck,” he chanted, his hands holding my head firmly in place as I tried not to gag on the mouthful of come.

 

Shirosaki's legs wobbled and his hands slid from my hair. I let his cock slip from my mouth and looked up in surprise at Zangetsu when some tissues appeared in front of me. I liked sucking cock but swallowing wasn't something I was too fond of. Zangetsu gently pushed Shirosaki to sit on the bed before turning back to me and taking the used tissue from my hand. Zangetsu smiled and slipped me the tongue when he kissed me. He hummed in approval at the taste of Shirosaki in my mouth and licked his lips when he pulled back from the kiss. I might not like swallowing, but Zangetsu sure did. I couldn't help but notice that he had a boner in his pants that matched mine and I reached for him, part of my brain insisting that it'd be kinky as hell to suck Zangetsu off right after Shirosaki. He shook his head and went back to the chair he'd been sitting in.

 

How the hell did he do that? He said he couldn't read my mind. Was what I was thinking that obvious?

 

**I believe I understand what you're planning. Please, continue, Ichigo. Shirosaki will be nicely relaxed for what you want. I can wait and I'm very much looking forward to watching the two of you together.**

 

I grinned at Zangetsu and stood. Shirosaki had fallen to his back on the bed with a goofy smile on his face. He was running his hands up and down his body and making small sounds of pleasure. He stroked his cock slowly and I just watched him for a few minutes. Damn, he was sexy as hell when he did that. I shucked my clothes and nudged Shirosaki over. He let go of his cock, grumbled a little and moved to the middle of the bed.

 

“Fuck that felt good. Different from when Zan does it, but still really good. I love it when he swallows. Feels like he sucking the come outta your cock and stretching your orgasm out.”

 

“Yeah, Zan is a master at cock-sucking, but maybe if you practice every day, you can get as good as him. I'll let you practice on me,” I said as I grabbed the lube from the night stand.

 

Shirosaki rolled his head to the side and scowled at me. He opened his mouth and was probably about to say something nasty. Instead, he closed his mouth, looked at me for several seconds and then grinned.

 

“Well, you can practice on me, too. Don't think you want me to be better than you at anything, right?”

 

My eyes widened before I burst out laughing. I dropped the unopened lube and crawled up his body. I kissed him with a little more force than before and both of us groaned. Our hips pushed together and our cocks rubbed against each other. Damn, I was really gonna have to work hard to keep from coming before I wanted to. If it came down to it, I'd ask Zangetsu for help on that score. I pulled back from the kiss and moved down Shirosaki's body. I nudged his legs apart and crouched between them before I picked up the lube again and flipped open the cap. He pushed himself up on his elbows and shot me a suspicious look.

 

“You'd better be gettin' ready to slick up your asshole not mine. I've been waiting forever to finally fuck you. Nobody said nuthin' about you doing me.”

 

“Nobody said nothing about not doing you either. Relax and don't be such a wuss. You shared my body that time with Zangetsu and said it felt awesome and wanted to do it again. This is sorta the same but better. I have a plan. Trust. Me.”

 

I sat on my heels and watched Shirosaki's face, waiting to see if he'd go along with this. Sure, he said I was the king, but that was the stuff between us about who got possession of my body. This wasn't the same thing. Shirosaki wasn't stupid, but I wasn't sure if he knew the difference between the two. I hoped he did. Hell, it'd taken me months to get what Zangetsu meant. Shirosaki pursed his lips and gave me an intense look before flopping down to his back.

 

“Okay, but if I don't like it, you stop when I say so and your dick never comes near my ass again. Promise me.”

 

“I swear it,” I said with all the sincerity I could put into my voice while kneeling between my very hot, naked Hollow's thighs with a near painful boner.

 

**You do like to surprise me, don't you, Ichigo?** Zangetsu asked.

 

Zangetsu sounded impressed and amused at the same time. I shrugged my shoulders and focused on Shirosaki instead of the warm approval I could feel coming from Zangetsu. I had a Hollow's world to rock and needed to concentrate on that. I drizzled lube into the palm of my hand, flipped the cap closed and put the lube back on the night stand.

 

“Bend your knees. Pay attention to what I'm doing, too. Nobody gets hurt when in bed with me, so when it's your turn to have my ass, you'd better fucking remember this shit before you try shoving your dick up my ass.”

 

Shirosaki snorted and rolled his eyes. “Zan and you both told me about lube and how important it was, dumbass.” He drew in a deep breath and pulled his legs up, his heels touching the backs of his thighs. “Stop talking and get to the fucking.”

 

“Pushy Hollow bastard,” I muttered under my breath, but grinned.

 

I swirled my fingers in the little puddle of lube in my hand and touched Shirosaki's tight little pucker, smearing the lube around. I continued to rub over his hole, not pushing any fingers inside him, as I leaned down and started to lick his hardening cock. Shirosaki groaned and pushed his hips up, the tingle of his reiatsu crawling over my skin and making my breath catch at how good that felt. I heard the rasp of a zipper and glanced up to see Zangetsu quietly getting undressed before sitting back down and running the palm of his hand over his erect cock.

 

**Check out what Zangetsu's doing. Is that hot or what?** I asked Shirosaki as I kept on licking his cock and teasing his hole.

 

**Shit yeah. We should give him a show and a half. He loves to watch, ya know.**

 

I grinned up at Shirosaki and nodded before taking his cock into my mouth at the same time I slid a finger into him. He groaned and pushed his hips down. I heard a tiny sigh and flicked a glance at Zangetsu again, a hum twisting from my throat at seeing him slowly stroking his cock as he watched us. I turned my attention back to Shirosaki and bobbed my head to the same easy rhythm I was using to finger him. I wrapped my lube slicked hand around my cock and stroked myself slowly. Shirosaki was hot and tight and I could barely wait to get my dick inside him and feel all that around my cock. It didn't take long before his hips were rocking and he was grinding his ass down on my hand. I pushed another finger into him and held still for a few seconds. His ass clenched and I groaned around his cock. Damn, he felt good.

 

When I started to pump his ass again, Shirosaki moaned, his fingers tangled in my hair and I felt both his and Zangetsu's reiatsu crash over me. Fuck, this was one of the most erotic things I'd done in a long time. I fingered Shirosaki and sucked his cock until he was rocking his hips again and making all kinds of kinky little sex noises. I wanted to keep stroking my dick, but stopped before I blew my load. I had a plan for how this was going to go and it was a damn hot one. I started to scissor my fingers inside Shirosaki, making him grunt a little in surprise and stiffen. I stopped moving my fingers and let his cock fall from my mouth. His hands slipped from my hair and grabbed fistfuls of the bed sheets instead.

 

“You okay? You want me to stop?” I really, really hoped he didn't, but would if he said yes.

 

“I… no. I wasn't expecting you to do that, is all. I'm good. Feels a little weird, but good, ya know.”

 

I smirked and started to move my fingers inside him again. “Yeah, I know. Zan does this to me when he's getting me ready and I like it a lot so I figured you'd like it too. I'm not going to tease the hell out of you like he does to me though.”

 

“Thank fuck for that,” Shirosaki grinned before he swore and shivered when I pushed against his sweet spot. “Oh god, do that again.”

 

I snickered and rubbed hard over his prostate, making him moan. He shouted and jerked his hips up when I took his cock back into my mouth. I hummed my pleasure at tasting him on my tongue and the sharp spike of lust I got from Zangetsu. I looked at him and my cock twitched hard at the arousal I could see in Zangetsu's eyes as he jerked himself off in perfect time to what I was doing to Shirosaki. Heat pooled in my groin and my balls felt heavy. Shit. I wasn't going to be able to last more than a few seconds if I had all this desire hitting me at once.

 

**Uhhh, Zan? I think I'm gonna need some help to not come. Either that or you gotta stop feeding me what you're feeling through your reiatsu, as good as that is. I can't deal with the feel of your reiatsu, Shirosaki's reiatsu and my desire all at once. It's too much.**

 

Zangetsu's chuckle was laced with arousal. **Apologies, Ichigo. There. Is that better? If you need, I can delay your orgasm. Just let me know.**

 

“I thought you said you weren't gonna tease the fuck out of me?” Shirosaki panted, jerking my attention back to him as he wriggled his ass.

 

I let Shirosaki's cock slip from my mouth and sat back on my heels. “You're not…”

 

“Made of fucking glass. Come on, Ichigo. You're killing me here. I'm trying not to come but you're making that way fucking hard. You're sucking my cock like a pro and pressing on that spot inside me that feels fuckin' fantastic. I wanna come, but I'm trying not to before you stick your dick in my ass.”

 

“It's gonna hurt, dumbass. I haven't stretched you enough and...”

 

“Doesn't matter how much you diddle around with my ass. It's gonna hurt the first time. Both you and Zangetsu said so. I'm a big Hollow. I can take it,” Shirosaki smirked as his hips ground down onto my hand.

 

“Just remember you said that when you whine about how much it hurt and how you never want my dick near your ass again.”

 

Shirosaki snorted and then sighed in disappointment when my fingers left his ass. I lined my cock up to his hole and pushed slowly. The head slid in and Shirosaki hissed. His ass clenched tight and I had to close my eyes against the urge to just ram my cock into him and start fucking him into the mattress. Sweat trickled down my spine as I grit my teeth against the need to move and waited for him to relax. Shirosaki blew out a shaky breath and almost painful tightness of his ass eased.

 

“Kay, that's not so bad. Little bit of a burn. I thought it was gonna hurt like a son-of-a-bitch the way you and Zan went on about it. You gonna start fucking or what? I still wanna come.”

 

I opened my eyes and laughed. I really should have known a little burn from first time sex wouldn't faze him much. I slowly pushed the rest of the way into him and groaned at how good that felt. Shirosaki gasped. His eyes went wide and his back arched. His cock twitched against his belly and trailed pre-come. He reached for his cock, but I stopped his hand, threading his fingers with mine and pressing them into the mattress.

 

“What? You didn't think that first little bit was everything, did you?” I smirked and twitched my cock before making tiny pumping motions.

 

“Fuck! Do that again. Do something. Let go of my hands so I can jerk off. Come on, Ichigo, help a Hollow out. Move god damn it!” Shirosaki moaned and twisted his hips.

 

I leaned down and kissed Shirosaki roughly as I started to move. He made needy little noises in the back of his throat, braced his feet on the bed and pushed his hips up to meet every one of my thrusts. His reiatsu flowed in jagged trails over my skin, goosing my desire. His cock rubbed between our bellies and our tongues tangled together. I could feel my orgasm building and tried to hold it off as long as possible. I'd waited so long for this; I wanted to last more than a couple of pumps.

 

**Do you want me to block your orgasm, Ichigo?** Zangetsu asked in a deep rumble in my head that made me shiver with pleasure.

 

**No, but stop his.**

 

**He won't like that,** Zangetsu warned.

 

**Just do it,** I ground out. I was nearly there.

 

**As you wish.**

 

I pulled back from the kiss and watched Shirosaki's eyes. His pupils were blown and he writhed under me. His nails dug into the backs of my hands just as mine dug into his. I felt him start to tense up and saw the second he realized he couldn't come. His hands gripped mine with bruising force and his lips pulled back into a snarl.

 

“Mother-fucking, cock-sucking asshole!” he hissed as he tried to twist free from me.

 

“Trust. Me,” I groaned as I thrust into him one last time and let my orgasm rush through me.

 

I pressed my mouth to his shoulder and bit him hard. Shirosaki sucked in a breath before moaning at the feel of my cock pulsing inside him and my teeth in his flesh. I breathed heavily through my nose, riding out the waves of pleasure. I felt light-headed from the satisfaction of finally coming. I gave myself an extra minute before letting go of his shoulder and pushing myself up to look at Shirosaki.

 

Oh yeah, he was supremely pissed. He liked the feel of me coming in his ass, but he was mad.

 

“Trust. Me. Don't move, just trust me.”

 

Shirosaki glared at me. I don't think I'd ever seen him so angry. I waited for him to do… something. I don't know who was more surprised; him or me, when he stayed put and just continued to fire daggers at me with his eyes. I released his hands, pulled out of him and we shivered. We were both still breathing hard and had a fine sheen of sweat on our skin. Shirosaki's cock was rock hard, the head a purple-red colour from denied release. Excitement fluttered in my belly.

 

This was going to be so cool.

 

I moved to the side and tugged his legs down. Confusion started to seep into his eyes. I straddled his hips, positioned his cock at my hole and pushed, seating myself in one move. His eyes went wide and he swore. His reiatsu rushed over me and his hands gripped my hips hard. A whine left his throat when I refused to move for several seconds as I panted and adjusted to the feel of having my ass stuffed so fast. Pre-lubing and stretching my hole had been the best damn idea I'd had in like forever, but it still stung a little. Once the burn eased, I put my hands on his chest and started to rock back and forth, eventually fucking myself on his cock in long, slow strokes. After having one hell of an orgasm, my body felt super-sensitive. I wanted to feel Shirosaki moving inside me and give him the best damn orgasm I could.

 

“OhfuckpleaseIchigofuckpleasefucklemmefuckingcome,” Shirosaki said in a rush, his hips snapping up and matching my rhythm.

 

**Let him go,** I said to Zangetsu on a mental groan.

 

Shirosaki's back arched high and he shrieked as his orgasm tore through him. His arms came up and pulled me tight to him, his teeth sinking into my neck. I whimpered at the feel and ground my hips down as much as I could. Both Shirosaki and I sucked in startled breaths at the warm, liquid feel of Zangetsu's reiatsu washing over us and his soft cry as he reached his peak.

 

My mind felt warm and fuzzy, my body boneless and more relaxed than I could remember it being since before I became a Shinigami. Shirosaki let go of my neck and licked the spot he bit. I hissed at the sting but couldn't seem to dredge up the care at the mark I knew I'd have no way of explaining. My eyes felt heavy and sleep seemed like a fucking fantastic idea at the moment.

 

“Before either of you fall asleep, let's all get cleaned up,” Zangetsu said softly.

 

Shirosaki and I mumbled a protest. I was pretty damn comfortable where I was and Shirosaki didn't seem like he wanted to move either. I heard Zangetsu sigh and his footsteps fade as he walked away. Water splashed somewhere and Shirosaki perked up a little, shoving at my shoulder.

 

“Is Zangetsu taking a bath? Why didn't you tell me there was one of those things here, dickhead?”

 

I opened my eyes just as Zangetsu walked back into the room with a wet washcloth. He nudged my shoulder and I moved off Shirosaki with a regretful little sigh. Shirosaki swore when his softening cock slid free of my ass and then hissed when Zangetsu pressed the washcloth between his legs. I propped my head up on my fist and watched Zangetsu clean up Shirosaki, warmth settling inside me. Aside from the incredibly hot sex, I felt like something even bigger than that had happened. I wasn't sure yet what, but I knew it'd eventually come to me.

 

“You know, I should be pissed at you for getting Zangetsu to stop my orgasm, but what you did was way beyond cool. You are one seriously kinky fuck. I love that. Just… gimme a little warning next time you pull some shit like that, okay? I was seriously thinking about going all ban-kai on your ass.”

 

“Where's the fun in warning you?” I smirked.

 

Shirosaki scowled at me, swiped the washcloth from Zangetsu and threw it in my face. I made a noise of disgust and pounced on Shirosaki. We wrestled around on the bed grunting and cursing until I managed to pin him down. Shirosaki grinned up at me, a sly look coming into his eyes.

 

“So… you as turned on as me? I can go again in a couple of minutes, ya know. I've been waiting like forever for this and have a lot of pent up sexual needs. Bet you could go another round, too. Whatcha say? Winner of best two out of three pins gets to fuck the loser?” Shirosaki leered at me.

 

Zangetsu laughed from his position near the edge of the bed and pinned us both down with the force of his reiatsu. Shirosaki and I stared at him with wide, surprised eyes. Neither one of us saw that coming at all. We slanted a look at each other, smirked and shoved all the reiatsu we could at Zangetsu. He stumbled back and landed on his ass on the floor.

 

“Gotta be ready to lose, Zan, if you wanna play with us. I'm thinking your ass will be a damn fine ride,” Shirosaki leered. “Me and Ichi here can double team ya into submission and then take turns on your ass. Maybe he'll fuck you while you suck me off? Or maybe, we can both fuck you at the same time. Oh man, I bet that would be super fucking hot.”

 

Zangetsu staggered to his feet. “I haven't lost anything yet, Shirosaki. As intriguing as those ideas are, you're getting ahead of yourself. The only reason I haven't had your ass yet was that I believed the honour of de-flowering you belonged to Ichigo. Since that has been taken care of, quite nicely I might add, you're now fair game.”

 

Shirosaki's mouth fell open and a blush burned across his cheeks before he snapped his mouth shut and grinned in wicked delight. He spread his legs and cupped his balls, exposing his still slick and loosened hole to Zangetsu. I snickered at the naked lust that flared in Zangetsu's eyes. A gasp escaped me and Shirosaki at the level of desire in Zangetsu's reiatsu that poured over us.

 

“Sweet! Doesn't look like the old man will have any trouble keeping up with us, Ichigo.”

 

I looked at Zangetsu and grinned before turning to Shirosaki and pinning him to the mattress again. Shirosaki swore and accused me of cheating even as Zangetsu laughed and covered both of us with his body. I wriggled between my two lovers, enjoying the feel of them surrounding me and smiled. I felt happy. Well and truly happy. Zangetsu kissed the back of my neck and Shirosaki planted a wet, sloppy kiss on the side of my mouth, his tongue teasing the corner.

 

“That is all we wished for you, Ichigo,” Zangetsu rumbled in my ear.

 

“Yeah. What he said,” Shirosaki mumbled as his hands slid down my side to try and grope my cock trapped between our bodies. “Hey, can we do it in the bath? That'd be wicked awesome.”

 

I chuckled and rested my head on Shirosaki's shoulder. Zangetsu shifted slightly, lying on his side, draping himself over my back. Ishida's bath was too small for more than one person at a time, but I was sure we could come up with something else just as fun. After all, we had the place to ourselves for the rest of the night and the three of us were pretty creative guys.

 

We'd think of something.