Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Bleach Ficlets: Dare To Live ❯ 46 Prismatic Consolidation ( Chapter 46 )

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.

 

46 Prismatic Consolidation

 

I watched Ichigo and Shirosaki sleep, wrapped around each other, and smiled. Not only were my plans moving along the way I wanted, I was able to enjoy the truly magnificent sight of my young lovers exhausted into sleep from our lusty activities. I chuckled softly to myself. Not able to keep up with them indeed. I had more than enough tricks up my sleeve to keep them on their toes and fully satisfied for decades to come.

 

I wanted to stroke my hands over them, but knew that'd likely wake them up and I was loathe to disturb the peace we were all enjoying. Ichigo had surprised me with his earlier actions. I knew I'd gotten through to him regarding positions and dominance that time I'd interrupted him and Shirosaki during the bath. I simply hadn't realized he'd taken things one step further in his head and planned out such an elaborate night to put those realizations into motion. If he really wanted to keep something secret from me or Shirosaki, he could; something he'd obviously come to understand.

 

I let my eyes rove over Ichigo and Shirosaki, noting the similarities and differences. In sleep, their faces were mirror images; one dark and one light. For all his paleness, it was Shirosaki who was the one that was dark. But, Shirosaki wasn't dark in the evil sense; no matter what Ichigo thought, said or tried to convince himself of.

 

Shirosaki was simply a creature of base instincts and few morals when it came to getting what he was after. That was hardly evil. It was more along the lines of being strongly invested in ones self. Ichigo hadn't come to that conclusion about Shirosaki yet and I knew from experience that my telling him wouldn't accomplish much either. I was confident he'd figure it out eventually with the appropriate nudges from me. Shirosaki was now on better terms with Ichigo and their feelings ran strongly in directions I was sure they weren't interested in examining at the moment. That would come with time though so I wouldn't push the issue.

 

Ichigo, on the other hand, was light.

 

He was, for lack of a better phrase, pure of heart. There was an inherent goodness about him and an unshakable sense of justice. I couldn't be his zanpakutou if he didn't possess those qualities. That wasn't to say that he was good to a fault. He wasn't. He had faults just as any other human did. But, he recognized those and did his best to overcome those failings for the benefit of others. Where Shirosaki thought of himself first and foremost in almost all situations, barring ones where Ichigo was in imminent danger of dying, Ichigo always thought of others first. For one so young, he was quite noble.

 

When Shirosaki and Ichigo worked together, it was an intoxicating blend of dark and light. Combined, they were the best of both characteristics in one person. I could fully admit to loving them as individuals as well as the nearly whole person they presented together, but I was fairly certain neither one was at the right stage in my plan to hear such a thing from me. I could wait. I had more patience and discipline than both of them put together.

 

“He's doing it again,” Shirosaki mumbled, one eye cracking open to look at me even as he snuggle closer in Ichigo's arms.

 

“Nghh. Ignore him. He'll stop eventually,” Ichigo yawned, his eyes remaining closed as he rubbed his chin over the top of Shirosaki's head, a contented sound coming from his throat.

 

I smiled at the thought that they got on remarkably well once they were sated with each other. I'd have to see what I could do to further that as it would help along my plans for us all. As insane as my idea had initially been, it was turning out far better than I ever dreamed possible; likely shaving decades off intense training to bring us closer together to reach my final goal.

 

“It's creeping me the hell out,” Shirosaki muttered, both eyes now open and staring at me suspiciously. “Knock it the fuck off, Zangetsu. Me and Ichigo are trying to sleep and we can't do that if you're staring at us like that.”

 

“Like what, Shirosaki? Like I want to spend the rest of the night stroking your bodies and pleasuring you both until I have you begging for release? Like I might find the idea of having both of you together unbearably arousing? Do you mean staring like that?”

 

Shirosaki and Ichigo were wide awake now, desire starting a slow burn in their eyes. They shared a glance and turned on me as one. A pleased smile touched my lips as their hands slid over my skin, their mouths soon following. I loved it when a plan came together so effortlessly. I let them bowl me over, pushing me onto my back on the bed, and sighed in pleasure as they stepped up their attack with hard, nipping kisses to my chest and throat.

 

“You for real about having both of us at once? Like a kinky group thing? `Cause if you are, that's hot as hell and a running fantasy of mine,” Shirosaki said.

 

“You'll have to work together without arguing to make this happen. Do the two of you think you'd be able to do that?”

 

Ichigo and Shirosaki sat back on their heels and seemed taken aback by the question. They stared intently at each other and I knew from their expressions that they were talking mentally between themselves and excluding me from the conversation. I could've eavesdropped if I'd wanted to put a little effort into it, but I wanted them to work things out between themselves without my interference as staying out of their mental conversation worked to further my goals. I watched patiently and with some amusement as they scowled at each other and occasionally gave each other the finger. My hands drifted over their legs, subtly soothing them and calming the harsh, clashing spikes of their reiatsu. I barely managed to keep my smirk to myself when they turned to me as one and grinned, lust clear in their eyes.

 

“Yeah, we're good. We can work together when it's important shit. We're so gonna rock your world, Zan. You sure you're gonna be ready for us?” Shirosaki leered.

 

I smiled at the confidence in Shirosaki's voice. Once he decided to put his all into something, very little could sway him off course. Ichigo was the exact same way and, I suppose, if I was being brutally honest with myself, I was no better than either of them in that regard.

 

“If you say the two of you can work together, then I believe you. I have faith that you'll do everything in your combined power to give us all as much pleasure as possible. After all, whatever pleasure one of us feels, the others will as well.”

 

I waited for that little piece of information to sink into their brains. Again. No matter how many times I told them that, they always seemed to forget. A smile touched my lips when they made the mental connection. Desire burned brightly in their eyes. We were going to have so much erotic fun together before this night was done. Ichigo was truly brilliant to have gotten us an entire uninterrupted night alone and I'd be a fool not to take advantage of it.

 

“If neither of you have any objections, I'd like to suggest some positions.”

 

“As long as I'm getting me a piece of the king's fine ass, do whatever you want,” Shirosaki leered as he pinched one of Ichigo's nipples to hardness.

 

Ichigo hissed in a combination of pleasure/pain and returned the favour to Shirosaki making him groan and lean into the touch. I worked hard to keep my smirk to myself. Shirosaki's `do whatever I want' statement was all together too tempting.

 

“What I want is to have your delightful ass, Shirosaki. I had thought to have you and Ichigo suck each other off while I fucked you, but since you've demanded Ichigo's ass, I think a little change in position could give us all what we want. You don't have any objections to Shirosaki fucking you, do you, Ichigo?”

 

Ichigo smiled slowly and fondled Shirosaki's cock. Shirosaki moaned and his eyes slid closed. His thrust his cock into the loose tunnel of Ichigo's fist and licked his lips. A shudder worked through the three of us at the intensity of the desire pulsing through our combined reiatsu. This was going to be even better than I'd thought it would be.

 

“Nah. We talked it out. We'll switch out turns doing each other. Shiro gets to do me this time and next time, I do him. That way it's fair. So what's your idea for how you want us to be?” Ichigo asked before leaning forward and licking Shirosaki's nipple.

 

I was struck speechless for several seconds as I watched my lovers tease each other over my body. They were arousing when charged with anger and fighting each other. They were sinfully erotic when focused only on the pleasure they could bring each other. The electric feel of Ichigo's reiatsu combined with the hot wind of Shirosaki's reiatsu, flowed over my skin and mingled with the liquid heat of my own reiatsu. We groaned softly as one and I scrambled mentally for a little restraint to put my desires into action before we lost ourselves through nothing more than our reiatsu twisting together. Our combined reiatsu hadn't felt this powerful in any of our previous encounters. I liked it. Very much so.

 

“Holy fuckin' shit! What the hell are you doing to our reiatsu, Zan? Keep doing it, whatever it is,” Shirosaki panted as he thrust his hips, pumping his cock in Ichigo's hand.

 

I reeled in my own reiatsu with reluctance before tamping down on theirs. Twin protests at my actions sounded almost immediately.

 

“Hey! I was liking that,” Shirosaki growled.

 

“Zan has a plan, dumbass, and it probably doesn't involve us coming in thirty seconds.”

 

“I do indeed have a plan, Ichigo. I think the two of you will enjoy this. In this one instance, I don't think any of us would really appreciate much foreplay. I'm working very hard to control our reiatsu so we'll last longer than that thirty seconds you mentioned. A little help on that score would be appreciated.”

 

Identical blushes burned across their cheeks and the pressure of their reiatsu dropped. I smiled and moved out from between them as excitement rose up in me. I'd been looking forward to the day that I could have Shirosaki's ass. My cock twitched at the thought that today was the day, my desire rising at the interested look Shirosaki was giving it.

 

“Shirosaki, lie on your back. Ichigo, I want you to position yourself over Shirosaki. You're going to blow each other while I stretch Shirosaki. Shirosaki, you're going to stretch Ichigo while you give him head.”

 

“Oh fuck, this is gonna be so damn cool,” Shirosaki said with a wicked grin.

 

“How come I don't get to play with anyone's ass?” Ichigo scowled.

 

“Because you get to watch me finger Shirosaki while sucking him off. Don't you think that'll be erotic enough?”

 

“Oh. Fucking awesome,” Ichigo leered.

 

I waited for them to get into position before squirting some lube over the crack of Ichigo's ass. He shivered at the cool slickness and exhaled slowly when Shirosaki rubbed his fingers over his hole, smearing the lube around. I had to bite my lip against a moan of pleasure when they opened their mouths at the same time, taking each other's cocks inside. I watched for almost an entire minute, my breath coming faster, before I was able to tear myself away from the sight and turn my attention to my part in our encounter.

 

I squirted lube onto my fingers and pressed them to Shirosaki's hole. Stretching either one of my lover's wasn't strictly necessary given our recent activities, but I wanted the pleasure of watching them suck each other off while their asses were being played with. I wanted to feel the rush of our reiatsu as our combined desire built. I pushed a finger into Shirosaki's hole, sounds of pleasure at my actions echoing through the room. My free hand glided over my cock in time with the thrusts of my finger in Shirosaki's ass.

 

**Fuck, that's good. You're gonna have to let us do this to you sometime, Zan. I can't wait to get my dick up your ass,** Shirosaki said in a desire heavy voice.

 

**Oh god, it's so damn hot to see him jerking off and fingering you while your cock is in my mouth and your fingers are up my ass, Shiro. I… I'm not sure how long I can last.** Ichigo's voice was just as thick with desire as Shirosaki's.

 

“Control it, Ichigo. I promise it'll be worth it.”

 

**Easy for you to say. You don't have any one playing with your ass and sucking on your cock while you watch one of your lover's ass get played with while your other lover is jerking off right in front of you. I'm only human, you know.**

 

My laugh tuned into a soft groan at the little spurt of desire laced reiatsu I got from Ichigo. “It's not easy for me either, Ichigo. Truthfully, I'm getting a little impatient. The show is very arousing from where I'm kneeling.”

 

**Then quit playing around with my ass and start fucking me. I'm getting damn close to blowing my load down Ichi's throat and as cool as that would be, I want to come in his ass again.**

 

Another shot of desire filled reiatsu hit me, this time from Shirosaki. None of us would be able to last long with the way we were feeding off each other's desire. I pumped Shirosaki's ass a few more minutes simply for the pleasure of hearing him groan with arousal. Ichigo was swallowing down Shirosaki's cock, his eyes flicking from my hands up to my face and full of lust. The two of them were making erotically wet, slurping noises as they sucked each other. From the corner of my eye, I could see Shirosaki's hand moving in a steady rhythm as he teased and stretched Ichigo's hole.

 

“Enough. As arousing as this is, we're never going to last if we keep this up any longer. Ichigo, move off Shirosaki for a few minutes.”

 

Ichigo reluctantly did as I instructed. Sweat glistened on his skin and his lips were slightly swollen from giving head. His cock was red and glistened with spit. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. Shirosaki was in no better shape and muttered a protest when I withdrew my fingers from his body. I hooked his leg under the knee, spreading him open and lined up my cock to his hole. A twitch of my hips had the head breach him and a little hiss escaped Shirosaki as his muscles tightened briefly against the intrusion before loosening and letting me slide smoothly all the way to the hilt. I held myself still, sweat trickling down my spine at the effort I was making to hold not only myself in check but my reiatsu as well.

 

“Ohfuckohfuckohfuck,” Shirosaki gasped as his hand shot to his dick and squeezed the base tight, stopping his orgasm.

 

I couldn't help the smirk on my face even as I grit my teeth against the need to start moving. Shirosaki appeared to be every bit as responsive as Ichigo was. While I would've loved to have Shirosaki orgasm just from me entering him, I wanted a little more than that this first time. I added what I could to Shirosaki's control, pushing his orgasm back. I wanted Ichigo with us when we came but couldn't seem to help myself and thrust into Shirosaki several times, both of us groaning at the pleasure. How I managed to stop, I had no idea.

 

“Why the hell did you stop? That was… I so have to watch you fuck him into the mattress one of these days,” Ichigo panted as he stroked his cock, bringing himself to the brink and letting tiny tendrils of lust-tainted reiatsu dance over us.

 

“So you could join us. You can always watch us another time, Ichigo. Come here before we all lose control and this is over before it properly starts.”

 

Ichigo smirked. “I'm gonna hold you to that. That was unbelievably hot.”

 

“If you get to watch Zan fuck me, I get to watch him do you, too.”

 

Ichigo grinned and nodded. I laughed. “Certainly. It will be my supreme pleasure. Now, come here, Ichigo, while we still have some control.”

 

I let go of Shirosaki's leg and hummed in approval when he wrapped his legs around my waist, pulling me tighter to him. Ichigo was facing me and about to swing his leg over Shirosaki when I stopped him.

 

**Face Shirosaki for this and watch his expressions,** I said softly to him alone.

 

**Why?**

 

**You'll understand later. Humour me, Ichigo.**

 

Ichigo shrugged and turned around to face Shirosaki. He straddled Shirosaki's hips and leaned forward when I pressed lightly on his back. My cock twitched at the sight of Ichigo's slicked hole making Shirosaki groan and his legs tighten around my waist. I closed my eyes and drew in a deep, steadying breath. I opened my eyes again, grasped Shirosaki's cock and lined it up with Ichigo's entrance.

 

“Sit back slowly, Ichigo,” I said in a low voice.

 

My breath shuddered out of me as I leaned back a little to watch Ichigo take Shirosaki's cock. My movement made Shirosaki swear and his ass clench tight even as his hips tilted up pushing his cock into Ichigo faster. Ichigo swore; desire heavy in his voice. This was far more erotic than I'd planned and I now had serious concerns that I'd lose control in a matter of minutes, cheating us all of what I knew would be a fantastic experience.

 

“I'm going to start moving. Shirosaki, don't move. Ichigo, ride Shirosaki and follow my movements as best as you can. You and I are going to do all the work. This is far more intense than I planned and I don't think any of us will last long. Both of you let go of your reiatsu but keep it centered on us. Can you do this?”

 

“Fuck yeah,” Shirosaki grinned.

 

“Damn right,” Ichigo smirked as he circled his hips.

 

“Good. Shall we?”

 

I reached around Ichigo and took his cock in hand. Shirosaki was a heart beat behind me in putting his hand on Ichigo's cock. We stroked him and Ichigo gasped. The muscles in Shirosaki's ass rippled over my cock making my cock twitch in excitement and pulling a groan of pleasure from Shirosaki. I thrust shallowly into Shirosaki, moving my hand and Shirosaki's over Ichigo's cock in time. Ichigo moaned and circled his hips before starting a jerky rhythm that soon smoothed out to mimic mine. We released our reiatsu as one and shuddered as they twisted and melded together, the pressure intense, the pleasure winding through it nearly euphoric.

 

Shirosaki began a litany of garbled words of pleasure. Ichigo panted sharply, random words demanding more and harder and faster falling from his lips. My breath heaved in my chest and I could feel my orgasm rushing at me after only a few thrusts. I scrambled to hold it off, wanting more of the impossibly good feelings to continue.

 

“Fuck! I can't…. Too much…. I'm gonna come. Fuck!” Shirosaki's hips jerked up, slamming his cock balls deep in Ichigo's ass as he tightened his legs around my waist.

 

Ichigo sucked in a sharp breath and moaned a denial seconds before I felt his cock spurt in my fist. Shirosaki swore and his ass began to squeeze my cock in wave after wave of pleasure at reaching his peak. My balls drew tight and my orgasm stormed through me. The three of us shouted as our orgasms rippled through our combined reiatsu, making the ecstasy almost unbearable.

 

For the span of several heartbeats, our reiatsu blended perfectly, turning into a brilliant kaleidoscope of colour that made our power easily treble and surge through us. A brief, heady taste was all we got before it returned to three separate strands that twisted and rubbed against one another with a lazy sensuality.

 

My head spun and I felt dizzy from not only the pleasure of orgasm but the sudden rush and then loss of power. Ichigo slumped forward, his breathing fast and choppy. Shirosaki had a dazed look on his face, his eyes unfocused. None of us could've moved if our lives depended on it.

 

“What the fuck was that and when the hell can we do that again?” Shirosaki asked, his voice scratchy sounding.

 

“That was the most amazing thing I've ever felt,” Ichigo mumbled against Shirosaki's chest. “I agree with Shiro. We need to do that again when I feel like I can move.”

 

I braced myself on a shaking arm over my lovers. As spectacular as that was, I'd vastly underestimated the strength of our reiatsu when blended. Words couldn't express how happy I was about that. I was pleased not only at the strength of our reiatsu, but that we'd managed to achieve what we had, however brief that had been. I knew I should move and get a cloth to clean us all up, but I doubted I'd be able to make it to the bathroom on legs as wobbly as I was sure mine would be. I was in the process of trying to work up the energy to simply move off my lovers to lie next to them when the front door crashed open, followed almost immediately by the bedroom door smashing back into the wall. Shirosaki, Ichigo and I whipped our heads around to face the threat.

 

Ishida stood in the door way, his expression fierce, his bow drawn and ready. A Shinigami stood next to him, the number sixty-nine on his cheek, his sword at the ready.

 

“Shit,” Ichigo muttered. His face turned a shade of red I never knew a person could achieve.

 

Ishida lowered his bow and let it vanish. His expression turned to one of supreme annoyance and he narrowed his eyes at us. The Shinigami stared at us, a confused look on his face.

 

“Kurosaki, you are the dumbest creature on the planet. Get your ass in gear, get dressed and get the hell out of here. Anybody with a drop of ability had to feel that massive surge of reiatsu. What the hell were you thinking? I'm surprised half the Hollows in a fifty mile radius aren't here along with every Shinigami in town. I'm sure my father will be here shortly and neither you, Zangetsu nor Shirosaki can be here when he shows up. Hisagi, you have to go too. God, he'll lecture my ears off if he finds any of you here.”

 

“The reiatsu surge was larger than I anticipated. Apologies, Ishida, at pulling you away from your own… plans this evening,” I said as I tried to figure out how to discretely slip from my lover's body and wipe off my come covered fingers without it looking like that's what I was doing. I didn't want to further embarrass Ichigo if it could be helped.

 

“Don't be such a tight ass, Ishida. You're just jealous `cuz you weren't at ground zero for something that felt so damn amazing. Give us like… half an hour maybe and we could show you up close and personal like. Could even let you and that kinky fucker with the sixty-nine on his face join in if you play your cards right,” Shirosaki leered, working his hand free and licking Ichigo's come from his fingers in a lewd display.

 

“Zangetsu, take Shirosaki with you before he embarrasses the living fuck out of me any more than he already has. I'm not going to get Ishida into trouble if I can help it,” Ichigo said, his face still as red as a tomato.

 

“As you wish, Ichigo. We'll talk later.”

 

I kissed him between the shoulder blades and wriggled my hand free from between Ichigo's body and Shirosaki's. I clamped my fingers around Shirosaki's wrist and disappeared with him against his protest back to the inner world after he pressed a brief, sloppy kiss to Ichigo's lips. I didn't envy Ichigo's position and was supremely grateful he'd sent Shirosaki and I back to the inner world.