Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Suddenly and Secretly ❯ Chapter 1
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: ForlornShadowLily009 
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Suspense / Drama / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.10.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 590 | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Suspense / Drama / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.10.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 590 | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Work In Progress
Maybe it had nothing to do with the liquor he had consumed or the food he had swallowed. No excuse could be attached to that path. Maybe it had nothing to do with last night's blurry events or the declarations he had made while intoxicated. No way he could place the blame what he couldn't remember. Maybe it had nothing to do with anything other than himself. A startling thought that he could and would have to place all the blame upon his weary shoulders. Yet despite this knowledge, the facts that nothing he had done or anyone else' action could have prevent what he was now doing, he still found himself in this situation.
Precarious, dangerous, seductive.
The red clock mounted on the wall became his fixation. The moving clock hands causing him to count. It was a way of keeping track of what he was doing. It was a race, a desire to outlast the minutes ticking by. Could he contain himself? He could not force himself to answer the burning question.
How unmoving he had become, a permanent fixture upon his dirty floor. His back arching and aching with each passing second, his fingers forcing to clench and shake away the feeling of cramping. His chest heaving in and out in a frenzy as he whimpered softly to the beat of the ticking time piece.
Warm, slick moisture coated his skin, a bath of perspiration. He was hypnotized, controlled by the images in his head as he grasped his member with strong calloused hands and tried not to scream. He was hidden, locked inside his cramped, second rate quarters while he stroke himself to completion. Self enjoyment never felt so good, never compelled him to even think at stopping at one organism,. At least not when he thought of his one secret, dirty thought.
What would they all think if they found him like this. His body quivering on his floor while he murmured a certain name. What would they think if they found him coming to his mental image of a certain orange, haired warrior. What would they dare to call him, if they discovered him masturbating to the thought of another male.
Such a dangerous situation he was, giving in to his secret desires. Naughty and lecherous he ad become. Straying away from everything just to touch himself. If he was discovered, then what shame would befall someone of his rank and position. What would they think if they discovered Abarai Renji neglecting his duties to jerk off simply because he couldn't contain his urges.
He would have to wait to answer those condemning thought a he was reaching his climax. Now his fingers worked with absolute skill and fire to prolong the future. They slid around the base of his member, stroking everything in their reach as he slammed his hips back forth between the air and the hard wood. He was close, so painfully close, and he burned with this knowledge. He clutched at his balls., squeezing them before venturing upwards to finger his slit. He used his fingers like they where the hands of a lover, grinding up and down his rock hard length, before finally coming with one forceful yelp.
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A short chapter. The next what happens when ichigo stumbles upon a certain red haired death god naked upon his bed? What is renji doing there and why can't ichigo look away
Precarious, dangerous, seductive.
The red clock mounted on the wall became his fixation. The moving clock hands causing him to count. It was a way of keeping track of what he was doing. It was a race, a desire to outlast the minutes ticking by. Could he contain himself? He could not force himself to answer the burning question.
How unmoving he had become, a permanent fixture upon his dirty floor. His back arching and aching with each passing second, his fingers forcing to clench and shake away the feeling of cramping. His chest heaving in and out in a frenzy as he whimpered softly to the beat of the ticking time piece.
Warm, slick moisture coated his skin, a bath of perspiration. He was hypnotized, controlled by the images in his head as he grasped his member with strong calloused hands and tried not to scream. He was hidden, locked inside his cramped, second rate quarters while he stroke himself to completion. Self enjoyment never felt so good, never compelled him to even think at stopping at one organism,. At least not when he thought of his one secret, dirty thought.
What would they all think if they found him like this. His body quivering on his floor while he murmured a certain name. What would they think if they found him coming to his mental image of a certain orange, haired warrior. What would they dare to call him, if they discovered him masturbating to the thought of another male.
Such a dangerous situation he was, giving in to his secret desires. Naughty and lecherous he ad become. Straying away from everything just to touch himself. If he was discovered, then what shame would befall someone of his rank and position. What would they think if they discovered Abarai Renji neglecting his duties to jerk off simply because he couldn't contain his urges.
He would have to wait to answer those condemning thought a he was reaching his climax. Now his fingers worked with absolute skill and fire to prolong the future. They slid around the base of his member, stroking everything in their reach as he slammed his hips back forth between the air and the hard wood. He was close, so painfully close, and he burned with this knowledge. He clutched at his balls., squeezing them before venturing upwards to finger his slit. He used his fingers like they where the hands of a lover, grinding up and down his rock hard length, before finally coming with one forceful yelp.
89809090
A short chapter. The next what happens when ichigo stumbles upon a certain red haired death god naked upon his bed? What is renji doing there and why can't ichigo look away