Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Lewd Lessons Trilogy ❯ Swordsmanship ( Chapter 1 )

Authors Notes: I don't own any of the hotness that is Bleach and all rights apply to the talented people who do own them. I don't make a damn thing off this except for gratifying my own sick and twisted pleasures.

 

Self-beta job. All screw ups are mine alone.

 

Swordsmanship

 

A vacation?! With his family?! How in gods name could Ishida do this to me?! What the hell was I supposed to do with Ishida gone for the next two weeks? How was I supposed to unwind after a battle if I didn't have Ishida to jump and ravish?

 

I sulked in my room, refusing to come out after Ishida had given me the news and left to finish packing. My one consolation was the fact that he'd be hurting just as much as me. I knew I was being an ass, but I couldn't seem to help myself.

 

It had come as a surprise the first time that Ishida and I had kissed. It was completely accidental and we had both pulled back embarrassed, and a little aroused. He had opened his mouth and made some cutting comment and I had just reacted like the thoughtless barbarian he had accused me of being. I had grabbed him by his coat and kissed him again; fiercely. When I let him go, we had both been breathing hard and even more aroused.

 

That had been the beginning of our little screwfests after battle.

 

Now, Ishida was leaving me high and horny by going on vacation with his family. The Hollows wouldn't stop coming because he was frolicking at the seaside. I could still fight the Hollows without Ishida, but it was the aftermath; the stress, relief, and confirmation that we were both still alive that I wanted and needed. I sighed and resigned myself to the old stand-by and much less satisfying, masturbation.

 

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I rested my sword on my shoulder and swiped the trickle of sweat from my face. That last Hollow had been a tough customer and I'd really had to work my can off. It would have been easier if Ishida had been with me even if he annoyed the hell out of me half the time. Now that the battle was over, I was wishing even harder that he was with me. It was a quiet forested area I was standing in and the moon was shining down brightly. Ishida looked damn fine in the moonlight.

 

I cursed myself for thinking of him. I was only adding to my torment.

 

Need beat at me. It was always that way after a battle. The rush of coming close to death and the heady sizzle of power that flowed through me made my cock stand at nearly painful attention. It was even stronger when I used my zanpakutou as I had in the final strike. I really hadn't needed to do that, but I was still irritated with Ishida's desertion and decided to take out my frustrations on the Hollow I was fighting.

 

I drove the point of my sword into the soft ground and loosened my robe. The fabric fell to the sides as I reached down and gripped my erection. I started slowly stroking myself, spreading the clear fluid across the head with my thumb. It felt good but not as good as it could if I had Ishida on his knees in front of me, tasting me with his tongue. I gave a little frustrated growl and the power that still coursed through me spiked ever so briefly and I heard my name whispered.

 

I let go of my cock and gripped the hilt of my sword; ready to pull it free at the first sign of attack. When nothing materialized, I released the hilt and waited for another few minutes before taking my cock back in hand. Must have been my imagination.

 

I started stroking myself again and slowly sank to my knees to kneel in the grass. The night was warm and a gentle breeze blew across my exposed skin making my nipples pucker. A little moan of pleasure left my lips and I closed my eyes as I imagined Ishida doing the stroking instead of my own hand. Desire rushed through me and I felt the power start to climb in me again.

 

“Ichigo,” whispered a voice on the wind.

 

I snapped my eyes open. I hadn't imagined it that time. I had heard my name called in a wanting tone of voice. It was a deep, dark sound that made goose bumps appear on my skin and desire swirl faster through me. I stayed on my knees but reached for my sword. I was still pumped from my recent battle and would have no problem taking out a little frustrated sexual aggression on whatever was fucking with me.

 

“Ichigo,” came the call again, desire plain in that one word.

 

“Show yourself, you fucking coward,” I growled as I scanned the trees.

 

“Call for me,” the voice demanded like a caress.

 

“I don't know who the hell you are! You're ruining a perfectly good jack-off session, asshole. Either come out and fight, or fuck off and let me finish what I started. I don't even care if you watch me, ya perv.”

 

“You know me. You know me intimately. I've been waiting for you to need me like this. Call me, Ichigo,” the voice persisted, turning even deeper and making the arousal and need in me wind tighter.

 

“Come out of hiding, you bastard. I don't know who you are,” I yelled in frustration as the voice continued to spin desire through me.

 

“You know me, Ichigo. I'm always with you. I help you in battle. Let me help you in this too. Call my name and I will come to you.”

 

I opened my mouth to further chew out the owner of the voice when a crazy thought occurred to me. No fucking way was what I was thinking the answer. Only one way to find out.

 

“Zangetsu?”

 

I swayed as some of the power rushing through me peaked. The physical manifestation of my sword stood a dozen feet away from me, his coat moving gently in the breeze.

 

“Ichigo,” he said softly as a little smile played around his lips.

 

My hand slid away from my sword as I stared at Zangetsu. He must have something he wanted to teach me as he usually only appeared like this when he felt I needed to learn something. It was a fucking inconvenient time for lessons. I was hard and horny and really didn't want to hear about swordsmanship right now. Unless he had a different type of swordplay in mind, I thought with a smirk.

 

He flowed towards me, grace in every movement. Desire moved ahead of him and flowed over me. I stopped thinking about sword lessons as my brain narrowed onto the want surrounding me. He stopped in front of me and reached out a hand to touch my face. I felt the barest tingles of power from that contact and shivered.

 

“It will be very good between us, Ichigo. I know exactly what you want; what you need. I know what arouses you because it arouses me too.”

 

“How would you know that?” I asked in a voice gone husky from the simple pleasure of his touch.

 

“I am a part of you. We're connected more intimately than anyone else. Even the connection you have with the Quincy is not as strong as what we have. I have enjoyed those times through you but now, I want the pleasure I know we'll feel together.”

 

“You what? What do you know about what I feel with Ishida?” I asked as I tried not to press the side of my face into the palm of his hand from the desire his touch was causing. What was he doing to me?

 

“I'm always with you, Ichigo. When you fight; when you sleep; when you slide deep into the Quincy after battle; I'm there with you. Your pleasure is my pleasure, but it's not as strong as it could be. Let my fingers caress you. Let my lips kiss you. Let me brush my power over yours and I promise you will not regret it.”

 

I looked into Zangetsu's dark eyes and felt myself nod my head in agreement. A sensual smile curved his lips. He flicked his fingers over the fastenings of his coat and let it fall to his feet. His white shirt and dark pants moulded to his form and I could now see the erection he had. His fingers worked the buttons of his shirt and it soon joined the coat on the ground. His skin was criss-crossed with scars and it took me a moment to realize that each scar was in the exact place that I had suffered a wound.

 

“These scars…” I trailed off as I touched one tentatively. Little prickles of power danced over my skin from the light touch and instead of pulling back my hand, I pressed it more firmly over his skin.

 

Zangetsu held my hand over the scar and sighed out my name, as the prickles of power became a fizzing rush. He smiled at my surprised expression as that rush poured through my system, pushing the desire I had been feeling into something stronger. He brushed his hand over my shoulder, pushing my robe down my arm. I closed my eyes as the fine hairs on my arm stood up in response to his touch, and then sucked in a startled breath when his long fingers grazed my nipple and made it even harder.

 

He pulled the other side of my robe down and let it puddle around me on the ground. I was still kneeling in the soft grass in front of him and opened my eyes to find that he had opened the fly of his pants. The tip of his erection was peaking from his pants and I licked my lips. His hand tunnelled through my short hair and drew me closer to his body. I brought my hands to his hips and pulled his pants down his thighs. I couldn't believe I was doing this but the sparks of power felt so good that I just had to keep touching him.

 

He was thicker than Ishida was the first thing I thought when I saw his cock. I reached out and grasped him firmly. He sighed my name again and flexed his hips. He was cool velvet in my hand where Ishida always felt like hot silk. I wondered what I would feel like to him. He urged my head closer to him and I flicked out my tongue to taste what he was offering.

 

He tasted of power. There was no other way to describe it. He was clean and crisp and bright on my tongue, and I wanted to experience more of it. I opened my mouth wide and took him inside. His voice rolled through me on a groan of pleasure with feeling my mouth on him. I took as much of him into my mouth as I could and closed my eyes at the bliss of feeling his skin slide over my tongue.

 

He began to move slowly, letting me control the amount of cock I took into my mouth. My lips tingled from the power of him. I inhaled the scent of him and moaned deep in my throat from the need it produced in my body. He was right. This was more pleasure than I had experienced before. I had never felt want hit me so hard just from taking a cock into my mouth. I protested when he pulled out of my mouth.

 

“I want more than just that. I want to feel you around me, Ichigo,” he said as he pushed his pants the rest of the way off and kicked free of them.

 

I stared at him stupidly for half a heartbeat when what he meant caught up with my brain. No way in hell was my first thought and I surged to my feet. I would suck him off but I wasn't about to let him at my ass. I was the one who got to do the taking. Ishida never topped me. Nobody topped me.

 

“No. I don't even let Ishida have my ass, so what makes you think I'd let you?”

 

“Because you want me to. I told you, Ichigo, I know what you want. I know what you need.”

 

“I want to get off. I want to fuck. I don't want to be fucked. You've got your wires crossed, Zangetsu.”

 

“But you do. Otherwise, I wouldn't want to take you as badly as I do.”

 

I snarled and swung my fist at him. He easily blocked my move, caught my fist and brought it behind my back. He pressed our naked bodies close together and leaned down until his cheek brushed against mine. I swung my other fist and he caught that too and brought it to join the other firmly held against my lower back. Our bodies were now lined up from knees to shoulder and I could feel his erection pressing against my own. His power pushed against mine and made my throat dry from the exquisite feel that filled both my head and body.

 

“You need to fight me for the right to top me, Ichigo. Just as you fought me to master bankai, so you must fight me to win the right to be seme,” Zangetsu whispered into my ear before taking the lobe between his teeth and biting down gently.

 

I gasped from the sensation and arched in his hold. For the briefest of moments, I wanted him to just do whatever he wanted with me to make the pleasure continue. He flexed his hips against mine and I felt the thick length of him press against me. A little thread of unease at the thought of something that size in my body made me struggle against him.

 

Zangetsu held my hands firmly in his and began laying little biting kisses across my throat. I couldn't stop the moan of desire that caused and felt him smile against my skin. He transferred both of my hands into one of his and started to stroke down my ribs and hip in a gentle, unhurried motion. Little streaks of tingling power flowed behind his fingers and made me shift against him. Wherever our skin touched, power flowed between us. It was starting to make me dizzy with need.

 

When his lips touched my nipple, I arched into him. It felt like there was a direct line from my nipple straight to my groin and he was tugging on it mercilessly. I pulled on the hold he had on my hands and gave a frustrated little snarl when his grip remained firm.

 

“Let me go so I can fight you,” I demanded in a husky voice.

 

“We're already fighting, Ichigo. Not every fight is about physically attacking. I'm winning you know,” he said with a husky laugh as he moved to torment my other nipple.

 

I opened my mouth to protest his words only to have his fingers slide in. I closed my lips around them automatically. The bright, clean taste of his power leaked from his skin over my tongue and I sighed with the pleasure before I could stop myself.

 

“Suck on them, Ichigo. Make me feel the pleasure of your mouth.”

 

His words said in such a desire-laced voice as he licked and sucked at my nipple urged me to do exactly what he demanded. I heard his blissful groan as I hollowed my cheeks to suck hard on his fingers and felt a flash of triumph at bringing that sound from him. I played my tongue over his fingers as I sucked, and wrung another groan from him.

 

Zangetsu stopped tormenting my nipples and moved lower down my body. Licks and kisses sprinkled with teasing bites tracked his path down my chest until he came to my painfully erect cock. I held my breath in anticipation as I felt his mouth hover over it. When his lips slid down over me, I gave a short cry of pleasure as the tingling rush of power surrounded my most sensitive flesh. Zangetsu let his fingers slip from my open mouth and brought them to rest, spit slick at the base of my cock. He began to stroke me with his hand as he moved his mouth up and down. I caught his rhythm and began to pump my hips in time with him.

 

The fingers circling my cock fell away and I groaned at the loss until his mouth moved farther down my erection until he had engulfed my entire length in his mouth. I had a second of stunned surprise as the thought that Ishida had never been able to do that to me before lust slammed into me. Zangetsu purred in delight at having my cock down his throat and the vibrations made me whine at the pleasure. He began to bob his head over me; pulling back until just the very tip of the head was between his lips before sliding all the way back down until his nose pressed into the bright orange curls at the base.

 

My eyes closed again at the pleasure he was giving me and all thoughts of fighting him vanished from my head. Why fight this? It was so very good. The feel of his mouth on me. The push of his power against mine. The tingles dancing on my skin the subtle give and take of powers made. Even the sensation of having my hands trapped by his against my back made the bliss I was feeling spike sharper. When I felt the first touch of his fingers tease against my hole, I only whimpered at the heightened pleasure.

 

Zangetsu sucked hard on my cock as he pushed a still wet finger into me. A low moan left me at the sensation and I bucked my hips against him. That move pushed my cock deeper into the cool velvet of his mouth and pulled the finger almost free of my body. Conflicting sensations assaulted me of being deeper in Zangetsu's mouth yet loosing the strangely pleasurable feeling of something in my ass. I hissed my want when he slowly pushed his finger back into me. I jerked against him and cried out in surprise when his finger pressed on something deep inside me and made me see stars.

 

My knees buckled and I slumped over his shoulder. My cock slipped from his mouth and the angle of his finger inside me changed and pressed even harder over that spot. I moaned as need suddenly began to ride me. Zangetsu's grip on my hands held me in the slumped position and when he drew his finger back I squirmed to try and keep it inside me. When I felt two fingers penetrate me, I began to pant. When those fingers caressed that spot inside me, I almost sobbed with the ecstasy of his touch.

 

“This can feel even better, Ichigo. Let me show you,” Zangetsu said as he continued to slowly stroke me.

 

Feel even better? The only thing that would feel better was being able to come. I wriggled on his shoulder and gasped as that shifted his fingers inside me. He wrung a long, drawn out moan from me when he pushed another finger inside me and began stroking me with a rhythm that was both tormenting and arousing at the same time.

 

“Do you want more pleasure, Ichigo? I can give you more. Your pleasure is my pleasure. Do you still want to fight me for the right to be seme or do you want me to take you higher than you've ever flown before?”

 

“More. Higher,” I answered him; almost mindless with the arousal he had called to life in me.

 

He released my hands and moved me from his shoulder to lie on my back on the coat he had removed earlier. I felt cool velvet against my skin and knew that I would forever associate that sensation with Zangetsu. He spread my legs gently and brushed his hands over my skin making me move restlessly. My cock and balls ached with the need to come and my ass felt strangely empty without his fingers inside. I glanced down his body as he knelt between my legs. My belly fluttered both in eagerness and nerves at seeing his erection. He was big and I was starting to have second thoughts at having him put his cock in my ass.

 

“It will hurt a little at first but the pleasure will outweigh that. Do you want me to give you more ecstasy than you have ever thought possible, or do you want to fight me for seme position?” he asked as he looked at me with a challenge in his eyes.

 

I realized that he thought I was going to choose to fight. I was a little nervous about taking him into my body, but Ishida did it all the time with me and there was no way I was going to back down on the blatant challenge he had just issued.

 

“There's lube in the pocket of my robe. Ishida insisted that I use it and carry it with me. I'm going to insist you use it too,” I said as I raised my determined gaze to his.

 

A slow smile spread across his face as he reached for my discarded robes and dragged them over. The tube was small and good for only one or two uses but I was suddenly glad that Ishida had hounded me into carrying it with me. If Ishida said it was easier with lube, I was willing to believe him. He would know after all, since it was always his ass that got ploughed. I watched as Zangetsu squeezed out some lube and stroked it over his cock. I was a little surprised when he squeezed out more and brought his slicked fingers to my ass.

 

The lube was cool and seemed to allow the transmittal of the sparks of power easier. I groaned at the tingles and sucked in a sharp breath when Zangetsu pushed lube slick fingers inside me. I wanted to close my eyes and just revel in the sensations he was giving me but I wanted to watch his face as desire chased across it. When he removed his fingers and pressed the head of his cock to me, I couldn't help tensing up.

 

“Relax, Ichigo or it'll hurt more.”

 

I scowled at Zangetsu. He wasn't the one about to have his ass crammed full of thick cock. What the hell did he know about it? Thought fled me when he wrapped his lube covered hand around my cock and pumped me slowly. I relaxed into his hand and watched the pleasure move through his eyes as he stroked me. My pleasure really was his pleasure.

 

I relaxed further into his sure strokes and braced my feet against the ground to allow me to thrust my hips up into his tight grip. A groan of pure bliss escaped me as he brushed his thumb over the head of my cock. I had no warning when he pushed his cock into me. I bit my lip at the sharp sting, refusing to make a sound. Zangetsu held himself still between my legs and seemed to be waiting for something. The sting receded and the beginnings of pleasure began to swirl through me at the feel of his cock in my ass. I felt my eyes widen in surprise when he at last moved and slowly sank into me. I hadn't realized that he had pushed only the head inside me.

 

It was a completely different sensation than feeling his fingers in me had been. It was fuller, more intense. When he pulled back I gasped at the feel of him leaving my body and groaned when he slid forward again. His cock pushed against that spot again and made my breath catch with the bright pleasure it caused. Zangetsu began to stoke in and out of my ass with a strong rhythm as he glided his hand over my cock.

 

I pressed my hips up and moaned. It was mind numbingly good. I had never felt this kind of bliss before. I felt power build in me and push against Zangetsu. His power built along with mine and pushed back just as hard. Sweat coated our skin and we were both breathing fast and hard. Need and desire pulsed through my body. I felt my orgasm start its rush towards me and wanted to hold it off to just enjoy having Zangetsu inside me.

 

“Let it come, Ichigo. Your pleasure is my pleasure. I need you to find release before I can,” he said as he began to move in me faster.

 

I wanted release and I wanted to feel him peak. Little shivers of pleasure danced over my skin at the thought of him throbbing inside me. My orgasm flowed over me and I arched against him as I spurted my release over his hand and my belly. My voice was a deep groan of satisfaction on the still night air. Zangetsu voiced a moan of pure ecstasy as he thrust rapidly into me before stiffening and growling in a deep guttural tone. I growled back as I felt his cock pulse with his release and the tingles of shared power became a firestorm centered in my groin and ass.

 

Zangetsu collapsed over me, breathing hard. Every now and again, his cock would twitch in my ass making me moan from the delight. He nuzzled my neck and placed little kisses across my jaw before claiming my lips in a kiss. Pleasure, passion, power and a promise of further encounters was in that kiss.

 

“Whenever you need me; whenever you want me; I will be there for you. I am yours, Ichigo. All that I am is for you. Call me and I will always come to you.”

 

I made a little sound of disappoint when he moved off and out of my body. He knelt between my spread thighs and stroked me from thigh to knee with a little smile. He bent over me and placed a kiss over my still racing heart before standing over me in all his naked glory.

 

“Until later, Ichigo. Remember the pleasure I have given you and know that there is more whenever you want it.”

 

I watched him walk away, nude and fade to nothing. The shirt and pants he had worn faded with him but the coat I was still lying on remained. I pushed myself up and stood, waiting for the coat to fade as well. I watched it as I dressed and was surprised when it remained. I picked it up and examined it. Not really knowing why, I slipped it on, startled to find that it fit me.

 

It felt like I was being held in Zangetsu's arms. Little pinpricks of power danced through me and I could smell the bright, clean scent of Zangetsu clinging to the fabric. Strength flowed through me as well as a sense of well being like I'd never experienced before.

 

“Wear my soul and draw on my strength. Your pleasure is my pleasure and I would see you come undone in my arms again,” he said in a voice that spoke of carnal things that he wanted to yet do with me.

 

I stroked the cool velvet of the coat and felt Zangetsu shiver in delight in my head. Maybe having Ishida gone for a vacation wasn't such a bad thing. I was sure Zangetsu would have plenty to show me about the uke position before I decided to challenge him for seme. Whatever I learned would benefit Ishida and who knew? Maybe Zangetsu would even be willing to have Ishida join in.

 

I tucked away the sudden fantasy of having Ishida under me as Zangetsu moved over me and retrieved my sword. I hummed and a rare smile graced my lips as I left the forested area and wondered when I could next practice some swordsmanship skills of a rather intimate kind with Zangetsu.