Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ The Seireitei Seraglio ❯ Lust in Las Noches ( Chapter 6 )

Tite Kubo owns Bleach. I don't. Enough said. I make no money from this.

 

Lust in Los Noches

 

Relieved to have a few moments alone, Ichigo dropped the sheet and leant against the door. He hadn't been lying to Gin when he said Aizen was useless in bed. None of the other men he'd had sex with had been so uninventive, predictable or come so fast. During the time he'd spent in Las Noches only managed to come three times with Aizen and each of those times he'd had to use his own hand to find release. To his amazement he'd found he was falling asleep while the man was fucking him and he didn't think Aizen had noticed. He was so bad at sex Ichigo was desperate for a female and was almost thinking of becoming completely heterosexual but he couldn't judge the whole community by one man. And he wasn't so cruel as to deprive one half of the population of the pleasure of his body.

 

One thing of which he was sure: he didn't want to marry Aizen, or remain here longer than necessary. If that guy was an example of the sort of sex he'd find in Hueco Mundo, Ichigo wanted to return to the Seireitei. He'd work his way through each Division until he managed to get rid of the itch he'd felt building in him since he'd been abducted. Regretfully he remembered all the good sex he'd taken for granted.

 

At least he'd been promised a female and that idea intrigued him: having sex with a female Espada or more than one. He felt grateful to the guy who'd interrupted Aizen and persuaded him to leave. He remembered fighting him, and he shared the same opinion of Aizen's lack of sexual prowess. If he knew Aizen was bad, did that mean he was any better?

 

Cursing under his breath he got into the shower. Before the abduction he'd thought he had his desires under control, but now he yearned for sex. The main reason he'd rejected Gin was he wanted a woman, that was true, but he wanted Aizen to walk in and see him in action. That would show the guy that he knew what he was talking about and wasn't some pathetic, inexperienced wanker.

 

He heard raised voices outside the door and hastily finished washing and dried himself. Slinging a towel around his hips he walked into the adjoining bedroom.

 

Women were there. Women with pouting lips, pert breasts, weird costumes and all were angry. One, who had the bottom of her face covered by the collar of her shirt seemed the calmest, but the rest were acting out all over the place. While they were busy he could look at them and he liked what he saw. Two were shrieking in the jade-eyed Espada's face, and the other one was screaming at Gin. Noticing the new arrival all talk ceased and they turned to look at him. There was a tense silence.

 

“I wanted to kill Shawlong. He was stalking me. He kept pawing through my underwear drawer and stealing my knickers,” complained Apache, her eyes firmly fixed on Ichigo. “But if you let me loose on him I'll forget about it.”

 

“Why should you get first? You're always wanted to be first in everything,' Sun-Sun said as she slithered close to Ichigo. Her eyes travelled from his mouth southward and she smiled widely when she noticed the obvious bulge under the towel.

 

“I think we should let Halibel decide,” Mila Rose said quietly, drawing their attention to their Espada but Ichigo noticed she cast a quick glance at the towel before turning her attention to the woman beside her.

 

Hearing her name, Halibel raised her eyes and gazed directly at Ichigo. With one tug she undid her clothing, which fell to the floor with a slippery rustle. “No one but he can touch me.”

 

Gulping slightly at the sight of her body Ichigo didn't care. He would get to have her and feeling the way he did it better be soon.

 

Halibel pulled to towel from him and impelled him to lie down. She tried to take the superior position but he didn't want that after being under Aizen so many times. Forcing the issue he rolled over until she was under him and he finally began to enjoy sex. Soon the bed was crowded with sweaty bodies as the heat and intensity of the sexual influence began to take over. Gin was trying to pleasure both Sun-Sun and Mila Rose, while Ulquiorra was looking at Ichigo as he took Apache. Ichigo closed his eyes to block out the sight, wanting only to concentrate on the woman beneath him. Damn, she felt good.

 

“Hey, Ichimaru. I think you've got more than you can handle there,” a new voice made itself heard over the moans.

 

The interruption made them stop and turn toward the intruder. Ichigo wondered how he'd gotten into the room. Some one must have locked the door, or had lust overcome common sense?

 

“I can manage,” Gin replied not wishing to forgo the sensation of two women urging him to satisfy them.

 

“He'll whine until he gets his way,” Sun-Sun said as she moved her hips to meet Gin's thrusts. “He'll destroy the mood.”

 

“How did you get in?” wondered Mila Rose as she made room on the bed for Grimmjow.

 

“Door wasn't locked,' he answered briefly before nuzzling at her.

 

“Maybe we should lock the door,” Ichigo thought muzzily as Halibel scored his back with her fingernails and then that thought was quickly forgotten.

 

They'd again settled into the serious exchange of sex when the door slammed open, jarring against the wall. The sound reverberated through the large room and Ichigo opened his eyes to see who was interrupting this time.

 

“Ichigo, we're here to rescue……Do you even want to be rescued?” Rukia asked, staring at the entwined bodies in front of her.