Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ The Seireitei Seraglio ❯ Ichigo's Issues ( Chapter 10 )

Ichigo's Issues

 

Tosen's hand felt good. The calluses and muscles were offset by the cool smooth unmarred flesh that stroked him. The slight sting of teeth as he felt the blood sucked from the wound was eerily erotic. Shinji's ministrations earlier had gone unfinished and he was beginning to feel the pain of unsatisfied lust, but now he felt his balls tighten as he edged closer to the edge. The sucking, the stroking, he wanted to lie down and give into the sensations he was experiencing. He'd want to try this again, maybe with multiple partners. He was so close, so close…..

 

Suddenly the hand was withdrawn and the sucking stopped. He felt Tosen move away from him and Ichigo almost cried with frustration. What was happening now? From being the object of everyone's lust, now they all seemed intent on bringing him to the point and then getting distracted, or making someone else distract him. He wanted to return to the good times when people were fighting for his attention, not fucking whoever else was next to them and letting him go hang. His balls began to ache.

 

Preparing to glare at whoever had caused the pleasure to stop, Ichigo opened his eyes only to see Tosen and Grimmjow standing so close to each other that they were nearly touching.

 

“Finally decided to face me?” Tosen asked, his voice a weak croak. He licked at a smear of blood in the corner of his mouth.

 

Grimmjow gave him a cocky smile. “Finally decided to let ya fuck me. That's what ya wanted all this time. If you're half as good as his dad,” he jerked his thumb at Ichigo, “then it might become a regular thing.”

 

Tosen stared at him and Ichigo wondered what was troubling the man. “Your arm. It's grown back.”

 

“Yeah. Some girl fixed it, but don't get any ideas of cutting it off again or I'll cut off your dick and we'd both miss out,” Grimmjow smiled and ran his long blue tongue over his lips. “Why are ya making me wait?”

 

In the time it took Ichigo to draw two breaths Tosen was on top of Grimmjow, spreading his thighs and impatiently thrusting into the Espada's body. Ichigo watched, wondering what to do. He wanted to join in but felt revulsion at being close to Grimmjow. The man made him feel as sexually excited as Aizen, which was not at all. He'd been with Tosen but Tosen had been distracted so quickly by someone else. This couldn't be happening to him! Hadn't all these people come to save him? Why were they ignoring him now?

 

Every one seemed busy and he was feeling randy and at a loose end and getting more irritated by the moment. Instead of choosing whom he wanted, people now seemed to choose anyone other than him. Had being with Aizen caused this change? Had the loser taint of the man rubbed off on him and made him less attractive? The thought made his throat constrict with fear. Would he be reduced to using his right hand while everyone else had each other? Salt stung his eyes as tears formed in the corners as he contemplated a future of being a reject rather than a trophy.

 

Being thought a bad fuck, or even being a bad fuck; he couldn't tolerate it! He had to have someone now, prove himself, recapture his popularity and reclaim his harem. Or maybe that was the problem. He'd tried to please too many people at one time and ended up pleasing no one, not even himself. Though, it had been a lot of fun and he wasn't willing to give up sex with multiple partners, maybe he could be a bit more selective. The main problem was his groin continued to ache, causing his focus to be less than ideal, and if he didn't do something soon he'd be bent over or trying to find some warm water in which to soak his beleaguered testicles. Between Aizen and this latest experience he was beginning to hate Las Noches. It was more of a sexual tease than a fulfilment. He'd had more satisfying orgasms, alone in his bedroom.

 

A woman approached him, one he barely recognised. He was certain the last time he'd seen her she was under Ishida before they'd left the Seireitei. Nemu; that was her name. She was the daughter of a captain, the one who had the bad taste in hats and personal adornment, but the woman seemed different from the last time he'd seen her. The smile on her face promised so much while her body teased him. She swayed like a willow pushed by a gentle breeze, the supple waist, the perfectly shaped breasts, the thighs so white and tempting.

 

“I believe I should have the pleasure, now,” her quiet throaty voice told him. “This time, you and I, without any other diversion. I will concentrate totally on you and you on me.”

 

Why hadn't he noticed what a sultry piece she was earlier? But something about her face had changed, or was it the way she held herself as if offering and promising pleasure.

 

She came closer and pushed him down onto a mat, bending over him and drawing him into her mouth. He was so close and the gentle heat of her mouth almost made him…

 

Cupping his balls, she pulled downwards slightly. It hurt but also put off the urge. What had she done? “No,” he grunted.

 

“Let's prolong this,” she suggested.

 

Ichigo began to shake his head. He wanted to… looking into her eyes he found he was nodding as she got astride him and eased onto his aching shaft. Taking time instead of frantically moving from partner to partner or being taken over and over again by the same guy in the same way, he might give it some time, savour the sensation.

 

This time he lay there and let her take charge. The way her muscles clamped on him was unique and he shut his eyes wanting to feel it all. “You're different,” he gasped.

 

“My father made me this way,” Nemu said her eyelashes shadowing her eyes. “But I've learnt so much since the ryoka invaded the Seireitei.”

 

Again he was moving close and again Nemu prevented him from finding release. While Ichigo was enjoying it, the constant interruption was now starting to cause more than discomfort.

 

“Uh, Nemu. I have to…” He began, hoping she'd let him finish.

 

“But I have to, too,” she said as she pulled his hands toward her breasts. “Oh, Ichigo.”

 

“I mean I really have to. It hurts,” he began to plead, feeling the increased pressure increasing the pain. Tears again began to gather at the corners of his eyes as the pain increased more. The woman was so good and each move made it more imperative he find release with her. He was beginning to desire her again even though he hadn't even finished the first time. “I'll do anything,” he promised, not caring what she would expect in return. “Fuck you, eat you, anything.” The begging note in his voice made him feel ill.

 

A sly smile spread over her face and she quickened the urgency of her movement. “I'll keep you to that promise,” she said.

 

He barely heard her as he finally reached that pinnacle he'd been trying to attain. A mixture of overwhelming pleasure and cutting pain made him throw back his head and howl, all other thought being pushed from his mind.

 

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