Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Drawn From a Hat: Bleach Style ❯ Pretty Ones ( Chapter 6 )

Title: Pretty Ones

Contest/Club: Drawn From a Hat

Fandom: Bleach

Pairing Number: 2

Pairing: Yumichika/Aizen

AN: Oh gods! Finally this is done! Be happy! It only took me a about half an hour to type up seeing as my wrist is sprained to all sorts of hell. Ouchies. Really. >< I'm off to work on the Ichi/Hana one that I could have sworn I wrote and posted like a month ago. Byes!

 

 

He really shouldn't have fallen for a pair of pretty eyes decked out in feather, but Gin had always told him that he was a sucker for the pretty ones. And really, Yumichika was no exception. He was pretty and had just gotten prettier as time went on. Long dark hair gave way to short rich hair and a plan shinigami outfit became more, became sweeter to look at as the other walked.

 

Not that he would ever tell his lover was anything but beautiful, even if he thought the other was beyond beauty or what was considered beauty. No need to inflate his lovers ego more than it already was, no matter how much he was really shy about certain things.

 

But that was never really shown, was it?

 

No, not really. The very fact that he could see Yumis softer side, the side that the world could have sworn never existed, was the very side that Aizen loved the most about his tiny lover. It was never seen until after they were together, hidden away in their home, in their bedroom as soft hands and softer lips caressed and stroked, as they once more connected in a way that was all their own.

 

Sighing as he sat up, Aizen gazed at his lover, watching the pale, soft skin slowly go from a flushing pink to a creamy white, the dip of Yumis back collecting sweat as the slim body stretched slowly, begging him to taste and touch once more. Smiling, he slid a hand down the slick back, slowly tracing over barely there muscles and the swell of the lovely ass that he had just been buried in once more.

 

“Feel better?” he asked, his voice soft and slick, hand just resting on the swell. Yumi smirked and nodded his head.

 

“Oh, very much lover. How about you? Feel good after that poor fukutaicho of Gins teased you into hardness without realizing it?” Yumi asked, his voice teasing and light as his eyes glittered.

 

“It's not my fault that he's cute and has a nice ass. I know you've stared at it whenever you two are in the same room, so you can't deny that fact,” Aizen laughed quietly, patting his lovers butt before standing up. Walking over to the basin and pitcher, he poured some water and wet a rag, wiping himself down before rinsing it.

 

“That is true. It's so damn perky,” Yumi hummed, watching his bigger lover wash off, eyeing the flaccid length that had just screwed him senseless. Sighing, he flipped over onto his stomach and stretched, wrinkling his nose at the feeling of sticky slickness sliding out of him.

 

“It is. Just begs to have you grab it and molest it before splitting it in half with a cock,” the brunette replied, moving over to Yumi and starting to wipe him off.

 

“Oh, that would be a rather nice sight to see. Him on your cock and screaming for more as I prepare him for another,” the beautiful man purred, spreading his legs as the others hand moves lower.

 

“Perhaps…we'll have to do that…ne?” Aizen purred, sliding over his lover once more and tossing the rag aside. “For now, I believe I promised to make it hard for you to kick some ass tomorrow.”