Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Drawn From a Hat: Bleach Style ❯ My Dirty Little Secret ( Chapter 1 )

Title: My Dirty Little Secret

Contest: Drawn From a Hat

Fandom: Bleach

Pairing Number: 4

Pairing: Gin/Ikkaku

Catagories: Smut, Shoneni-Ai, Yaoi

 

 

They weren't supposed to know about each other…much less want each other. It just wasn't done really.

He was a ruffian from the 11th division. He drank, cursed, fought and was all around rude. He wasn't supposed to have a softer side, a gentler side.

 

But he couldn't really talk though. He was the creepy Taicho of the 3ed division and supposedly sleeping with his Fukutaicho. Not that the other male wasn't pretty, but Kira wasn't what he looked for in a man. After all, he had slept with Aizen-Taicho during his time with the 5th division.

He liked strong men; men who could pin him down and use his body, a carry over from his time in the outer edges of Soul Society. Later it was just a kink that made him rather happy.

 

So why was it they were here, in this dark room, his body under the bigger one, begging for more as the other man took his sweet time in teasing him insane?

 

“Ikk…`ku” Gin stuttered out, arching into the hot mouth that surrounded his nipple with gentle suction. Ikkaku certainly knew just how to use his mouth, sucking and nibbling at the little pink nub that sat on one side of Gins chest, his hands wandering over soft skin.

 

There were a few scars, here and there. No Shinigami got away with having completely smooth skin, and Gin was just like every other one out there. Hollows after all liked using rather cruel tactics when it came to getting a meal.

 

Moaning quietly as a hand tweaked the other nipple as the one that had been gently tortured was released, Gin arched and rolled into the big body pressing down on him, twisting his hands a bit in the silken scarves that held them up near the head board. The other was torturing him and knew it. Loved every minute and every mewl, whimper and cry for more that he drew from the slender captain.

 

Here, in the bedroom, with just them, it didn't matter who had done what, who had achieved what. All that mattered was the all consuming lust, pleasure and heat that roared between them and drowned them in crash waves.

 

Loud cries escaped as clever fingers found a sweet, sensitive ring of muscles, slicking it with warmed oil, sliding around and around, teasing the lean man with the possibility of more. Finally, [i]finally[/i], a finger slipped past the ring of muscles, pressing sword roughened skin against sensitive walls, pressing and teasing. Searching for the nub of nerves that would send the lean man bowing up into a perfect arch, his pale skin flushing pink.

 

Finding it, Ikkaku manipulated it expertly, drawing more cries as his lips brushed over sensitive skin, distracting Gin from the second finger that crept into the others body. Slowly, they withdrew before pressing back in, soon finding a rhythm that slim hips started to meet, begging for more. A third finger slipped in, spreading apart, opening Gins body for something longer, thicker then just three fingers.

 

The pleading finally became incoherent babbling, begging whimpers lacing it and making the bald man smirk and sit up to look at the flushed body. New, fresh marks were dotting the pale skin, slowly darkening as his fingers worked in and out of a pliant body.

 

Finally satisfied that Gin was ready for him, the bigger male slicked his own hardness completely, knowing that it would be more then welcomed. Pressing against the loosened hole, Ikkaku slipped long legs over his shoulders and pushed forward steadily, hissing as warmth and tightness encased him once more.

 

No matter how often they got together, it always felt new, always felt right for them to do this.

 

Pausing in his movements, allowing Gin to get used to being stretched once more, Ikkaku ran his hands over the firm thighs near his head. Smirking, he turned to a knee and licked at a patch of skin, getting a soft laugh and a jerked leg. Right along side a relaxed and once more pliant body. Worked every time, just a little lick to a ticklish spot and Gin was ready for more.

 

Leaning forward, his hands on either side of Gins head and arms, the long legs still over his shoulders, nearly bending Gin in half, Ikkaku pulled out before shoving back in. He started strong, stayed strong, using his body and strength to power the thrusts into the lithe body, drawing more screams from his rather vocal lover.

 

It was over much to fast for their tastes really. The friction and pressing and pounding of all the right spots sent Gin over first, spilling between them and over the hand that had been stroking lightly. The tightening of his lovers' body helped to making Ikkaku cum also, filling the tight entrance with sticky whiteness until it slipped out around his still half hard cock.

 

Taking the time to slide out of the now sore body and to massage Gins arms back into life, Ikkaku stood up and padded to his personal bathroom and grabbed a few wash cloths. Wetting them down with slightly warmer then warm water, he moved back to the bed where Gin was still sprawled out over the dark sheets, covered in cum, Ikkakus slowly slipping out of the fluttering hole.

 

Ikkaku rather liked the sight, but they knew that their time was up for the night. It was late. There was a captains meeting the next day and Ikkaku was to run the 11ths daily exercises. Cleaning Gin up gently and using a bit of healing Kido to make it so that the lean Taicho could actual walk back home and the next day, he sat back and smiled softly.

 

“We'll have to tell them some day,” Ikkaku said quietly, his voice rough and eyes dark with thought.

 

“I know,” Gin replied, slowly pulling on his clothing, making sure everything was in its proper spot. “I would love to tell every one now, but ya know what that would get me and you,” he continued, looking at his lover with his own eyes open, a worried light shining.

 

“I know, I know. You have your mission…Geeze, the fuckin' mission,” Ikkaku huffed, standing up to strip the bed.

 

“I'll be done soon. That ryoka is gonna come soon for his little friend. Then, it can get into full swing and finally finish things,” Gin replied, pressing a kiss to one bare shoulder, brushing his lips over a scar in the shape of a G. The one scar that Ikkaku wore with pride.

 

Gin work his I with just as much pride.

 

Soon, the fox was gone, disappearing in a burst of shunpo and power.

 

The next day, the Winter War started and his lovers true mission, the one that he had been working on since the day he had entered the academy so long ago, began.

 

The next day, Ikkaku lost his secret lover for the good of Soul Society.