Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ The Seireitei Seraglio ❯ Tosen's Tanty ( Chapter 9 )

Tosen's Tanty

 

(Note. Tanty: short for tantrum)

 

A loud crash and the sound of falling plaster made Ichigo reluctantly prise his mouth from Shinji's. He'd been enjoying the tangle of tongues and wasn't pleased to be distracted from the imminent sex. “What now?” he panted angry at the interruption.

 

“Hachi decided there wasn't enough room, so he removed a few walls,” Rose said, his voice muffled by Renji's thighs. “He always likes plenty of room when he's fucking. Don't worry, he would have made sure they weren't load bearing.”

 

“Get your mind off the walls and onto the load I'm bearing,” Renji groaned and he pushed Rose's head down further.

 

The once large bedroom was now, with the removal of a number of walls and doorways, a large hall. Pillows, mattresses, sheets, were recklessly thrown over the floor. For a second Ichigo remembered that Ulquiorra had cut Yammy into pieces before he'd invaded the bedroom and he looked to where he thought the body might be lying. Someone or something had already cleared up the mess. No blood or ichor stains remained and he allowed his shoulders, which had been tensing, to relax. The rubble he expected to see wasn't there which made him imagine that the large Vizard has simply vaporised the debris. He caught sight of the man lying on his back surrounded by a horde of admiring fraccion's. For a confusing moment he wondered why he wasn't the centre of their attention and felt a stab of anger.

 

“Ichigo! Shit. You have the attention span of a canary. I thought you were hot for me,” Shinji said grabbing the substitute Shinigami by the ears and making him refocus.

 

“The walls came down, Shinji,” Ichigo tried to explain while not providing any detail about what he was thinking.

 

“In more ways than one,” Toshiro sniggered as he embraced Isane, who was idly stroking his hair. “I like tall women.”

 

“But Aizen…” Ichigo continued.

 

“Bugger Aizen,” Isshin said as he was embraced by Orihime. His hands were cupping and moulding her breasts and she was wriggling with pleasure.

 

“No thanks,” Gin said pulling his mouth free from Ran's. “That's what got me into this mess in the first place.”

 

“I've had the questionable pleasure,” agreed Byakuya. His tone was cold, very cold and unamused.

 

“I wouldn't question it. It wasn't any fun,” pouted Rukia. “He fumbled and then didn't seem sure what to do. And he's tiny and comes really fast.”

 

“So, he's like that with women too?” Ikkaku commented as he drew a deep breath after his most recent screw with Nanao. “He told me it'd never happened before.”

 

“Why are we even talking about that sad fuck?” Chad said.

 

Turning around in amazement Ichigo looked at his friend. “Chad! You too?”

 

Chad looked blankly at Ichigo, pushed the hair off his forehead and then his expression cleared. He shook his head vehemently. “No! Give me some credit for my taste.”

 

Shinji immediately released Ichigo and fronted Chad, his fists planted aggressively on his hips and he bent down, not caring about his partial nudity and hissed at Chad. “And what are you saying about the rest of us by that comment? That none of us have taste?”

 

Chad gulped as he looked at Shinji, his eyes fixed on an interesting part of his body. “I did not mean…”

 

“Visored's take offence quickly don't they,” Ishida said as he massaged a writhing Mashiro's nipples between his supple fingers.

 

“Mashiro thinks you should shut up and pay attention to her,” the girl told him. “Or Mashiro will get annoyed and stop you from playing with her.”

 

A sly smile crossed Ishida's face. “Stop me? I believe I can also make a choice.” He abruptly rose to his feet and bowed to Lisa who was still sitting on top of Grimmjow but didn't seem to notice he was there. “You are apparently bored with your current sexual partner. May I offer my services instead?”

 

Lisa looked up from her book and pushed her glasses back onto her nose. “I knew he was going to be a mistake. He passed out but I'd reached an interesting part of this book and thought I might keep reading. Can you prove you will be any better?” The challenge in her voice made Ichigo cringe.

 

“Just allow me a chance to demonstrate the Quincy's superior skills,” the archer smirked, his self confidence evident as he offered her his hand. She accepted and got to her feet moving with the man to a clear space on the floor.

 

The squalling noise of his recent partner did not appear to interest the Quincy at all. She was thrashing around on the floor beating at the air with clenched fists. “Mashiro is better than Lisa. Why did you leave Mashiro?” As she worked herself into a fit of anger, Kensei quickly grabbed her hips and slid inside.

 

“You know that turns me on,” he told the girl as she thrashed under him, her moves becoming more sensual than angry as he joined with her.

 

“But you've never done anything about it before. Mashiro didn't think you liked her,” she said, squeezing her eyes shut as her arms embraced her former captain.

 

Turning back to Shinji and Chad after being distracted by the emotional volatility of the others, Ichigo was annoyed to see that they were now locked into either a fight or a struggle to see who was going to be on top. He'd have to wait for Shinji and he hated waiting. Especially as the man had initiated the contact.

 

Deciding he was going to choose his next partner with a little more discrimination he again looked over the sea of intertwined bodies to see a tall dark form approaching in the distance. The figure was carrying an unsheathed zanpakuto and did not seem intent of joining the frenzied activity. Swearing gently under his breath, Ichigo quickly pulled on his pants and grabbed Zangetsu. Who'd want to interrupt an orgy with violence? Then again it might be interesting to have a different type of physical workout. He hadn't had a good fight since he'd arrived in Las Noches.

 

Placing his feet carefully so he didn't disturb any of the mating couples, he moved quickly toward the person who he now recognised as Tosen. The man saw his movement and stood still in a relatively clear area. As he moved closer, it was obvious that Tosen felt his sense of honour had been violated in some way.

 

“Sosuke promised that you would be mine, when he finished with you. Now he's babbling about weddings and babies, obviously due to your influence and I can't make him see sense. Now I find the place is overcome by lust. The Arrancar and Hollows are submitting to their base urges and refusing to obey my just commands. At the centre, I find you. You are the cause of the loss of order. You are responsible for the distortion of my justice,” the words were delivered in a level voice, but Ichigo could sense the heat of anger in the man.

 

He grinned, cockily and leaning Zangetsu across his shoulders he decided to madden the man further. “What's the problem? You're not getting any while everyone else is enjoying themselves?”

 

Tosen shook his head vehemently, while licking his lips. The mixed messaged made Ichigo's smile even broader.

 

“No one's paying any attention to you because they're too busy playing with each other. You were promised a new toy, me, and I've has decided otherwise. It's not worked out well since you came here, has it?”

 

Tosen flushed red and his breathing became harsher. “I was a Captain. My Division supported my vision of justice. In this place no one recognises my rank, my purpose. I have been sidelined and made an accomplice, rather than a leader. That was evil enough, but it grows ever worse and I accuse you of the decline.”

 

“And your reaction to me? Come on. Anyone can see what's really wrong with you.” Honestly, the man had a problem. If he stopped acting like a tight arse, he might learn to relax and have some fun.

 

“I deny everything that your perverted mouth insinuates. I will destroy you and order will return once more to Las Noches,” Tosen said.

 

Ichigo laughed. “With Shinigami and Visored here? Aizen won't like it if you kill me. Neither with my father. Face it Tosen. It's over.”

 

“Noooooo.” The wail was high and prolonged. “It can't be over. We are going to rule Heaven and make mankind bow before us. People will take me seriously.”

 

Ichigo moved closer, but Tosen lashed out and cut his shoulder with his blade.

 

There was a sudden change in the man. He lifted his head and sniffed. “That smell!” he exclaimed with shock and longing. Moving fast he reached and grasped Ichigo, bending his mouth to the wound he lapped at it, and then began to suck at the injury, drawing more blood into his mouth.

 

The feeling was peculiar, but not too unpleasant. As he sucked, Tosen began to caress Ichigo sliding his hand into the pants that had suddenly become too tight.

 

“Is the guy a vampire, or just very peculiar?” Ichigo wondered as he gave himself over to the pleasure provided by the hand and the mouth.

 

 

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