Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Tales of a Broken Society ❯ Chapter 14
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Strailo 
Pairing: Yumichika/Ikkaku
Summary: If the Shinigami actually knew what happened between Ikkaku and Yumi, they would be surprised.
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Adventure / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.07.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 851 | Visits: 230 | Status: Completed
Pairing: Yumichika/Ikkaku
Summary: If the Shinigami actually knew what happened between Ikkaku and Yumi, they would be surprised.
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Adventure / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.07.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 851 | Visits: 230 | Status: Completed
It’s funny how they think that Ikkaku holds the leash between the two of us. And I let them think that because the moment we’re behind closed doors, he will become my obedient pet, waiting for my every command.
Hiding my smirk as Ikkaku stops and kisses me before continuing onto the training grounds to whip the new recruits into shape, I turn back to watching Yachiru. I cock an eyebrow at the knowing smirk that she quickly hides from everyone.
She and I have a deal with each other. She denies all knowledge of what goes on between me and Ikkaku and I buy her something. Usually a new coloring book or crayon set from the real world, but occasionally, I’ll take her out to lunch and dessert or give her a big bag of candy and let her loose in the 12th division, after warning Nemu of course. Couldn’t let such a beauty get hurt after all.
Going about my business for the rest of the day, I run home, knowing what I would find, that is if Ikkaku got off on time. Stepping in, I was correct and find him sitting on his knees, his head bowed and his hands behind his back. I smirk and purr softly as I close the door behind me.
“Good, boy,” I say to him, my voice laced with promise. I watch as he shudders in anticipation, knowing that something special is going to happen tonight. Since tonight is his birthday, I was going to do something very special for him. “Get up, go to the bed room and strip.”
I watch him as he bows, gets up and heads into the bed room. Taking a moment to shower and get ready, I dry off. Making sure that I was ready for the night, I head into the bedroom, utterly naked. Looking down at the bowed head, I smirk some more.
“Get up and get onto the bed,” I command him, watching him do that. He lies onto his back, spread eagle; his hands above his head and his eyes watching my every move. I walk over and crawl onto the bed. Moving so that I can straddle his hips, I settle so that his rapidly hardening cock is nestled in the crack of my ass and rock, drawing a soft moan from both of us.
Leaning over, I kiss him deeply, the first kiss of the night. It quickly moves to touching, groping, a few spanks and harsh cries of pleasure. Soon we are on the edge and we need to do it now. Panting, I sit up and catch my breath as I stare down at him.
His body is covered in a sheen of sweat, from the top of his head to his toes. It was a beautiful sight to me. Shifting slightly, I smirk down at him as I stroke his cock with my hand for a few moments, smoothing some warm oil over it. He didn’t really notice the oil since I was stroking him. He did notice when I shifted so that I could place him at my entrance and slide down over him with a moan.
Opening my eyes I see that his eyes were wide open with wonder as he bucks up into me, hitting my sweet spot. It wasn’t often that he got to take me, but he always enjoyed it. Hell, for that matter, so did I. I start to move up and down over him, making sure to angle just right to hit my sweet spot with every thrust. He kept pace with me, his hips moving up to meet my down motions. I gasp and moan as he starts to stroke my own hard cock, helping me to cum all over his hand and chest. He pushes up into me for a few times before filling me with his burning cum.
Collapsing onto his chest, we pant until we catch our breath. Sitting up again, I slide off him and then lay down next to him, curling close. He wraps around me, his big body creating a safe haven for me. He mummers that he loves me and will always protect me, words that he says every night before we go to bed.
“Hey, Yumi?” he asks suddenly as I was starting to come down from my sex high.
“Yes, Ikkaku?” I reply softly, shifting just to get more comfortable.
“Thanks for my great birthday present,” he tells me, kissing the top of my head. I smile and nod.
“You’re welcome, Ikkaku,” I says, still smiling. “Happy birthday.”
Everyone thinks that Ikkaku holds the leash in this relationship, and they would be right, to a point. I may be master, but Ikkaku is as far from a pet as Yachiru is from being a complete child no matter how she acts.
Hiding my smirk as Ikkaku stops and kisses me before continuing onto the training grounds to whip the new recruits into shape, I turn back to watching Yachiru. I cock an eyebrow at the knowing smirk that she quickly hides from everyone.
She and I have a deal with each other. She denies all knowledge of what goes on between me and Ikkaku and I buy her something. Usually a new coloring book or crayon set from the real world, but occasionally, I’ll take her out to lunch and dessert or give her a big bag of candy and let her loose in the 12th division, after warning Nemu of course. Couldn’t let such a beauty get hurt after all.
Going about my business for the rest of the day, I run home, knowing what I would find, that is if Ikkaku got off on time. Stepping in, I was correct and find him sitting on his knees, his head bowed and his hands behind his back. I smirk and purr softly as I close the door behind me.
“Good, boy,” I say to him, my voice laced with promise. I watch as he shudders in anticipation, knowing that something special is going to happen tonight. Since tonight is his birthday, I was going to do something very special for him. “Get up, go to the bed room and strip.”
I watch him as he bows, gets up and heads into the bed room. Taking a moment to shower and get ready, I dry off. Making sure that I was ready for the night, I head into the bedroom, utterly naked. Looking down at the bowed head, I smirk some more.
“Get up and get onto the bed,” I command him, watching him do that. He lies onto his back, spread eagle; his hands above his head and his eyes watching my every move. I walk over and crawl onto the bed. Moving so that I can straddle his hips, I settle so that his rapidly hardening cock is nestled in the crack of my ass and rock, drawing a soft moan from both of us.
Leaning over, I kiss him deeply, the first kiss of the night. It quickly moves to touching, groping, a few spanks and harsh cries of pleasure. Soon we are on the edge and we need to do it now. Panting, I sit up and catch my breath as I stare down at him.
His body is covered in a sheen of sweat, from the top of his head to his toes. It was a beautiful sight to me. Shifting slightly, I smirk down at him as I stroke his cock with my hand for a few moments, smoothing some warm oil over it. He didn’t really notice the oil since I was stroking him. He did notice when I shifted so that I could place him at my entrance and slide down over him with a moan.
Opening my eyes I see that his eyes were wide open with wonder as he bucks up into me, hitting my sweet spot. It wasn’t often that he got to take me, but he always enjoyed it. Hell, for that matter, so did I. I start to move up and down over him, making sure to angle just right to hit my sweet spot with every thrust. He kept pace with me, his hips moving up to meet my down motions. I gasp and moan as he starts to stroke my own hard cock, helping me to cum all over his hand and chest. He pushes up into me for a few times before filling me with his burning cum.
Collapsing onto his chest, we pant until we catch our breath. Sitting up again, I slide off him and then lay down next to him, curling close. He wraps around me, his big body creating a safe haven for me. He mummers that he loves me and will always protect me, words that he says every night before we go to bed.
“Hey, Yumi?” he asks suddenly as I was starting to come down from my sex high.
“Yes, Ikkaku?” I reply softly, shifting just to get more comfortable.
“Thanks for my great birthday present,” he tells me, kissing the top of my head. I smile and nod.
“You’re welcome, Ikkaku,” I says, still smiling. “Happy birthday.”
Everyone thinks that Ikkaku holds the leash in this relationship, and they would be right, to a point. I may be master, but Ikkaku is as far from a pet as Yachiru is from being a complete child no matter how she acts.