Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction / Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Seismic Tryst ❯ Seismic Tryst ( Chapter 1 )

Author's Notes: All Final Fantasy 7, Final Fantasy 8, Weiss Kreutz, Saiyuki and Bleach stuff/characters are not owned by me and all rights apply to the various lucky bastards who do own them. I let these boys play like we know they want to `cause that's the kinda sick and twisted little puppy I am.

 

You're going to have to suspend a little disbelief here folks. I know all these lovelies come from vastly different worlds. But tell me you wouldn't like to see something like this happen and we'll have to revoke your rabid yaoi fangirl card. Enjoy.

 

Characters & Fandoms:

Reno - Final Fantasy 7 Sha Goyjo - Saiyuki

Irvine Kinneas - Final Fantasy 8 Kougaiji - Saiyuki

Fujimiya Aya - Weiss Kreutz Kurosaki Ichigo - Bleach

Schuldig - Weiss Kreutz Abarai Renji - Bleach

 

 

Thanks goes to Conjure Lass for doing this for me. You go girl.

 

** indicates mental conversations

 

 

Seismic Tryst

 

“Can I have quiet please?” boomed from the stage at the front of the room. “I'd like to welcome all of you to our tenth annual Rojo Rebel convention.”

 

There was polite applause from the audience seated in the hotel conference room. Red hair of every shade and colour bobbed and waved in the bright lights of the room. The speaker on stage had his own shock of orange-red hair that puffed out to an impossible height. The vibrant shades of red, auburn and orange hair made the drab carpets and plain wallpaper in the room pale in comparison. Energy hummed through the room from so many volatile people in such a small space.

 

“We've got some fun stuff planned for everybody this year and we're going to kick off our first day with a treasure hunt. First prize is a week long, all expenses paid vacation to a private island in the Caribbean that is owned by one of our members. You will have full use of his estate while there and enjoy all the amenities.”

 

There was an excited murmur from the crowd. The speaker waited until the noise level died down and began speaking again. “Under your seats is taped an envelope. Inside the envelope is a group number. You will be working in teams of eight. Group numbers are posted on the wall at the back of the room. A staff member will give you your list of objects to find and the first team that brings in all the objects wins. You have three hours. Find your group and get hunting.”

 

Chairs scraped back and the sound of ripping paper filled the room. People began moving towards the back of the room after checking the numbers on the cards they held. Excited voices rose and fell as people met with other convention goers from years past.

 

Sha Gojyo leaned against the wall under the matching number he had found when he opened his envelope. He had wanted a smoke but the tiny woman with the clipboard told him in icy tones that smoking was prohibited, and not even his most charming smile could get her to change her tune. Something about her told him not to cross her. So he slouched and waited for the rest of his treasure hunting group to show up.

 

He watched as a man in a trench coat and cowboy hat moseyed his way towards him. His entire way of walking promised sensual sexuality. A raw physical hunger glowed in his eyes, daring you to take a taste. His hair was the colour of new copper pennies and flowed to his waist. He oozed sex appeal and had already made several heads turn as he passed. He stopped and held out his card to the little woman. She checked it and motioned for him to go stand near Gojyo.

 

“Irvine Kinneas,” he said in a seductive voice as he held out a hand to shake.

 

“Sha Goyjo.”

 

Goyjo took the offered hand and shook it, noting that there were calluses across the palm and fingers that only regular weapon use would put there. He also felt a tingle of sexual awareness curl into his groin as Irvine smiled at him with a lazy sensuality that Goyjo found himself responding to. Maybe after the treasure hunt they could get to know each other a little better if he was reading the signals right.

 

What was that saying? `Save a horse. Ride a cowboy.' Seemed like a damn fine idea to Goyjo. He wondered how hard the cowboy would buck under him. In any case, Goyjo was pretty sure it would be worth the ride.

 

An orange haired teenager walked up to the woman, scowling. He then shoved his card at her and raked his gaze over Goyjo and Irvine. Moving to stand apart from the two men, he continued scowling as he looked around the room.

 

“I'm Irvine and this is Goyjo.”

 

The teenager turned the scowl on them and didn't seem to want to answer. Both Irvine and Goyjo were unfazed by the scowl. They had been on the receiving end of much more practiced ones. He finally relented when both men only continued to stare at him.

 

“Kurosaki Ichigo.”

 

Two men approached the group at the same time and presented their cards to the woman. They both had hair the color of fine rubies and pale milky skin. The one with the short hair was beautiful but was radiating `fuck-off' vibes while the other had long red hair and was oozing `come-fuck-me' vibes. The short haired red head grunted out the name Fujimiya Aya when asked and the other red head answered with Reno around a sultry smile.

 

Goyjo stiffened when he saw the next flame haired person walking towards their group. Irvine shot Goyjo a look just as the new red head spotted Goyjo. Both Goyjo and the newcomer tensed and Goyjo's hand flexed like he wanted to draw a weapon. Violence tinged the air and continued to build until it was almost a tangible thing. Two low growls sounded and Irvine raised an eyebrow at the hostility on display between Goyjo and the new man.

 

“Kougaiji. What's a nasty demon like you doing at a respectable place like this?” Goyjo spat out.

 

“You should talk half-breed,” Kougaiji sneered before turning to the woman and asking if he could join a different group. She never even looked up from her papers when she said no.

 

A man wearing old fashioned robes and black tribal tattoos on his face and neck walked up to the group. He took one look at Ichigo and swore. Ichigo, who had been looking elsewhere, turned and scowled even harder.

 

Irvine thought it was interesting that both the teen and tattooed man assumed the kind of sword fighting stance he had seen Squall and Seifer use just before they tried to slice each other to ribbons with their gunblades. Irvine wasn't the only one watching. Aya had turned a curious eye on the display; watching as if ready to comment on technique.

 

“I'll lay 20 on the kid pulling a weapon,” Reno said softly into Irvine's ear. Irvine nodded and watched the little drama about to be played out in front of them.

 

“What the hell are you doing here Renji?” Ichigo said to the newest arrival. “I didn't think they'd let you out by yourself after I kicked your ass the last time.”

 

“I'm up for a re-match any time you are. You got lucky last time,” Renji said as his hand inched ever closer to his waist for a non-existent weapon.

 

“Stay the fuck away from me and I won't have to kick your ass again. It gets boring after a while. Remember I coulda killed you last time but didn't,” Ichigo said as he gave Renji a dismissive once over before moving as far away from the man as possible while still staying within the range of their group.

 

Irvine grinned and held out his hand for the money from Reno. Reno swore and handed the cash over. Goyjo watched the cash change hands and chuckled to himself. He would have put money on the kid pulling a weapon too.

 

Schuldig scanned the crowd with a practiced eye. He didn't know how he'd managed to let Crawford talk him into attending this convention. These kinds of things were never his scene. Only normal, happy, boring people attended these things. The sludge that passed for their thoughts was almost enough to make him gag and leave in disgust. If it hadn't been for the knowing smirk that Crawford had sent his way when telling Schuldig about the convention, he wouldn't have even bothered. But something about the way Crawford had almost snickered when he mentioned Schuldig going to the convention and having the best time of his life, made him show up for curiosity sake alone.

 

Schuldig glidded up to the group standing under the sign with the same number that had been on the paper under his seat. He let his mind coast over the gathered men and almost groaned at the delicious angry pulse and sexual tension that twisted through several of the gathered men. Maybe Crawford was right about this being one of the best times of his life. Then he spotted Aya in the group and just knew it was going to be a good day for a mental feed. He so liked to play with the kitten.

 

“Schuldig,” Aya snarled.

 

“Abyssinian. What a lovely surprise,” Schuldig smirked.

 

Irvine watched the play between the gathered men and caught the eye of Reno. They were the only two who didn't seem to want to kill another member of their group. Though Reno seemed content to let nature take its course…this left Irvine appointed peacemaker by default.

 

Sighing quietly he spoke. “Come on guys. It's only for three hours that we need to work together as a team. You can hold off on killing each other for that long can't you? The prize sounds really good.”

 

There were several muttered death threats and sulky looks, but they eventually settled down, arranging themselves so that none of them were next to whoever was their personal enemy. Irvine shook his head. He was going to have a tale to tell when he got back to Garden. Reno grinned and approached the woman for the list of things they'd need to find.

 

“Says here we need to search the main floor and basement levels to find all the items. Rooms we can enter have a red card on the door and are marked on this map. When the whistle blows, the time starts. Seems easy enough. Seek and recover mission,” Reno said as he spread the map out on the table against the wall.

 

Several eyebrows rose at his choice of words. He grinned back at the group of men he'd been teamed up with. “I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed but I ain't stupid boys. All of us are use to soldiering. You can just smell it on us. Except for me and the cowboy there, you all reached for weapons when you saw your least favourite person join our merry little band.”

 

Several pairs of eyes looked away from that statement, aware it was true. They gathered around the map and did their best to ignore the object of their ire. Aya took the list of items and committed it to memory before studying the map. Schuldig moved up behind Aya and pressed against his back. He felt the smaller man stiffen and an icy rage seared through his brain.

 

**Ach, you smell as good as you feel kitten, ** Schuldig said into Aya's head.

 

Aya jerked away and snarled, “Fuck off Schuldig. And stay the hell out of my head.”

 

All eyes turned to stare at Schuldig. He backed away from Aya and raised his hands in a surrender gesture. Aya glared and moved as far away from Schuldig as possible.

 

“Can we get on with this stupid treasure hunt?” Ichigo asked with impatience.

 

“Got to get back to school little boy?” taunted Kenji.

 

“Bite me asshole,” Ichigo sneered.

 

“Guys, guys. Can we hold off on the hostility for more than thirty seconds? Let's just use our combined military knowledge and win this contest. Surely we have enough discipline to get along for a couple of hours,” said Irvine in his best persuasive voice.

 

Grumbles followed his plea but it seemed that they were all going to try. Aya scooped the map from the table and headed for the door. Several glares followed him for having the audacity to assume control of the map. He paused and turned to stare coldly at the other men. Schuldig shrugged and strolled after Aya. That seemed to start the rest of them moving in the direction of the door.

 

An hour later, they were checking the shelves of a storage room in the basement looking for one of the last items on the list when the ground started to shimmy and shake under their feet. Several shelving units pulled free from the wall and crashed to the floor, spilling their contents. Loud curses coloured the air as the floor continued to dance under them. The overhead light flicked and popped, plunging the room into darkness. Just as suddenly as the movement had started, it stopped. An eerie silence descended.

 

“Everybody ok?” Irvine called out into the darkness.

 

Voices called out in the murk stating they were fine if a little bruised. Several lighters flickered to life, illuminating the dust that could be seen swirling in the feeble light. Somebody started coughing and another person sneezed and swore softly. One of the lighters bobbed along before clicking off and a beam of electric light cut through the darkness.

 

“I knew I saw a flashlight,” said Reno as he passed the beam around the room. He moved to the other side of the storage area and kicked around the fallen items before stopping to scoop up a battery powered lantern. He flicked the switch and laughed when it came on. “Somebody is prepared.”

 

Setting the lantern on the floor and turning it to its highest setting, he walked to the door to pull on the handle. It refused to budge. Reno kicked it hard in frustration and passed the beam of light over the occupants of the room.

 

“It's jammed. Unless any of you have some explosives, I think we'll be stuck here until someone comes and rescues us,” Reno said with a sigh as he sank down to sit on the floor.

 

Renji moved to try the door. Reno thought he heard the man say something about “weak and useless humans” under his breath as he jiggled the handle several times to no effect. Reno may not have been hopped up with Mako power, but he knew how to tell when a door was jammed.

 

There was a quick flash of light and a sword appeared in Renji's hand. Each man in the room hissed and moved back. Weapons jumped into hands that had been empty moments earlier. Renji turned slowly, readying himself for an attack.

 

“Nice going fuck nut,” spat Ichigo as he too stood with a massive sword in his hand.

 

Renji pointed his sword at Ichigo. “You pulled yours too. In fact, seems most everybody here is armed.”

 

Looks travelled around the room. Irvine held a rifle casually pointed to the room in general. Reno had risen from his seated position and a wicked looking baton that pulsed regularly was held near his leg. Goyjo leaned casually against his jakujou. Kougaiji held a handful of sparkling blackness that started to send a chill through the room. Aya had pulled a short sword from his high boots. Only Schuldig hadn't pulled a weapon. All eyes turned to the seemingly unarmed man.

 

**Just because you don't see a weapon doesn't mean I'm unarmed, ** Schuldig broadcast to the room in general. **I could puree your brains before you could lay a finger on me. **

 

Tension flowed around the room, testosterone scenting the air as the tension continued to build. Schuldig wallowed in the high emotions and dark thoughts that filled the minds of the men in the room…he was going to owe Crawford big for goading him into coming to the convention. While a fight would get the adrenaline pumping, Crawford had told him to try and keep a low profile. When they got rescued, it probably wouldn't be a good idea to have several dead bodies from various weapons in the room with him. That left Option B. If you can't fight to appease the testosterone overload, you fuck. Schuldig couldn't help the grin that stretched across his face. He'd never been involved in an eight man group fuck. It sounded like a fantastic idea.

 

Feeling that his best chance of success would be to have a neutral third party start the little orgy, Schuldig sent a subtle wave of lust to the Cowboy. His mind had already been toying with ideas of how to get several of the men in the room, preferably all at once, into his bed later that day. Schuldig was simply moving matters along a little faster. Schuldig watched as Irvine settled on one man. He moved swiftly to Kougaiji, catching him off-guard when he kissed him forcefully on the lips.

 

Kougaiji stood still, in shock, as he let the evil spirits he had summoned fade away while Irvine plundered his mouth. A small part of his brain was shouting that he should push away the man kissing him so skilfully, but Schuldig slipped lightly into the man's head and turned up the volume on the part of Kougaiji's brain that was yelling encouragement, allowing the kiss to continue.

 

“Hot damn, I like the way you think Cowboy,” said Reno as he licked his lips.

 

Shocked faces watched the two men kiss. When Irvine broke the kiss to trail his lips down Kougaiji's neck a low growl was heard through the room. Eyes turned in the gloom to find Goyjo staring at the two men, the low noise coming from him. His weapon had disappeared and he stared with naked hunger at Irvine and Kougaiji. Kougaiji opened his eyes and returned the stare for a few seconds before an evil, salacious smirk formed on his face.

 

Watching Goyjo, Kougaiji griped the front of Irvine's vest and yanked. Buttons scattered and the vest was shoved roughly from his shoulders along with the already open trench coat. Irvine voiced a protest at the damage to his vest that was quickly cut off when Kougaiji bent his head and sank demon sharp teeth into the bared skin of Irvine's shoulder. A groan of pleasure from Irvine rolled through the small room.

 

Reno kept the flashlight on Irvine and Kougaiji, spotlighting them as he adjusted himself. He was enjoying the show and wondered if he could get away with trying to join. The desire to fight had turned to the desire to fuck…not that the desire was ever very far from his thoughts. The more he let his needs flow, the more he wanted to have his own toy to play with. Reno scanned the men in the room and his eyes settled on the stunned face of Renji. Catching Reno's lecherous thoughts, Schuldig gently urged him on. Reno needed no further encouragement than that.

 

Reno rushed Renji, catching the man off guard. He batted away the sword with his baton and pressed his full length against the man. Surprise held Renji still long enough for Reno to claim his lips in a fierce kiss as he ground their hips together. A swift dip and twitch from Schuldig turned the apprehension Renji was feeling to a surge of need. Suddenly, a strange little whimper escaped the tattooed man before the sword he held disappeared and a hand cupped Reno's ass to hold him. The flashlight fell from Reno's hand and rolled along the floor, coming to a stop at the feet of Aya, highlighting him.

 

The twisting and spinning of the light tore Goyjo's attention from watching Kougaiji and Irvine with growing lust. When the light came to rest on Aya, a smirk very much like Kougaiji's crept over Goyjo's face. Schuldig was about to play around with Goyjo's mind, boosting his lust, when he realized that he didn't need to bother. Moving with more speed than any human, Goyjo tackled Aya to the floor. The hand holding the blade flashed up, was caught and slammed down onto the floor repeatedly until Aya's nerveless fingers opened. A dangerous growl sounded from deep in Aya's throat.

 

Goyjo gave a smile of victory, ignored the hostile glare and hissed death threats Aya was spitting his way, and began licking and biting at Aya's neck. Aya stiffened and struggled under Goyjo until the youkai took the lobe of his ear into his mouth and sucked hard. A startled little gasp of pleasure escaped Aya. Goyjo released the lobe and began nipping and biting at Aya's lips. Aya hissed softly before Goyjo settled his lips over Aya's. Goyjo pulled back with a yelp, blood welling on his bottom lip. Aya snarled under him and bucked his hips, trying to dislodge him.

 

“That's what's great about a red head. Feisty in and out of the sack,” Goyjo said as he licked the blood from his lip. “Is that a rabbit in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” Goyjo purred in a sultry voice as he ground his hips into Aya.

 

Aya glared at Goyjo. “Get the fuck off me,” he warned in a quiet, icy voice.

 

Schuldig's attention was pulled to Aya by the conflicting emotions seething in his head. Aya, a.k.a. the human iceberg, was fighting the desire that was seeping through the room thanks to Schuldig, determined to not give in. Schuldig couldn't understand why. He could feel the lust coming from Goyjo. He could feel trickles of want and need coming from Aya. If he'd let it, Aya would have the time of his life. But Aya was the master of self-denial and angst. If he didn't have a change of libido, the others might come to their senses regardless of the mental tweaking Schuldig was doing.

 

That simply wasn't going to be allowed to happen. And it was so much fun to screw with the kittens when he could.

 

Schuldig was not going to let the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity of feeding and participating in so much lust pass him by because Aya was being an ungrateful ass. Schuldig ruthlessly plunged into Aya's head, meeting resistance and blowing through it with little effort. A quick tweak here and a subtle poke there and Schuldig retreated to see the effects of his handy work.

 

Goyjo suddenly had his hands full with the squirming man under him. Aya was arching and moaning into him, muttering threats of serious bodily harm if his soon-to-be lover stopped kissing and touching him. His hands were busy shoving Goyjo's clothes aside as he pressed his hips up into his surprised partner.

 

**Say thank you Schuldig, ** came a sly voice in Goyjo's head.

 

**Err…thanks? I think. What did you do? ** Goyjo asked cautiously as he let out a strangled breath when Aya's hand burrowed down his pants to grip his cock and start stroking him roughly.

 

**Removed his inhibitions. I always knew under that icy shield he wore there was a sex fiend just begging to be let loose, ** Schuldig snickered.

 

Schuldig watched the sudden sexual activities taking place around him with satisfaction, letting his mind slip deeper into the men now that he had started the orgy. Irvine, Reno and Goyjo were the most sexually charged men in the room. It didn't surprise him that it had taken very little effort on his part to get one of them to make the first move. A swoop through their heads showed Schuldig that sex was the usually the first and last thing on their minds. Their combined experiences were staggering and making Schuldig harder than he had ever been in his life. He let his mind roll around in theirs in delight for a few moments before passing on, a little breathlessly, to the other occupants of the room.

 

Kougaiji's mind was a little different from what he was use to tasting, the same type of flavour clinging to Goyjo in a lesser degree. Whatever those two were, they weren't human. They had power. Demon flashed across Schuldig's mind, intriguing him. He had never encountered an honest-to-god demon before. The combination of demonic power with the mounting arousal from the two of them was making Schuldig's head spin.

 

Schuldig quickly moved on to Renji, trying not to let himself become overwhelmed with the surge of lust that he was getting. He sucked air sharply when he plunged into Renji's mind. He wasn't human either. Shinigami pulsed through Schuldig's head. Another being with immense power and growing lust. Schuldig scrambled mentally away, panting and aroused before he zeroed in on the last male in the room.

 

Ichigo was human but the power in the teen almost made Schuldig fall to his knees in mental bliss. He too was a Shinigami, a Death God, but a little different from Renji. The power that hummed like a live wire through him was heady and Ichigo wasn't even using his full potential. Schuldig had to have him. His cock ached from the dips into the other men's minds swirling with desire and Schuldig just knew being inside Ichigo's head while he was buried in his body would be the best mind/body fuck, of both their lives.

 

**That leaves you and me. Resistance is futile and you'll love the mind fuck that goes with the body fuck, ** said Schuldig as he stalked Ichigo.

 

Ichigo surprised Schuldig by not backing down. He raised his sword slightly and scowled. Schuldig tried to impress his will on the teenager and was startled when he met with strong resistance.

 

**Ach, no need to get so defensive. I know you're curious; ever since reading that medical text book detailing the pleasure a man can get from having his prostate stimulated. You've even tried fingering yourself. Felt good didn't it? My nice hard cock will feel even better. I guarantee it. **

 

“Get the hell out of my head,” Ichigo snarled.

 

**Think I'm lying? I don't lie. It feels fantastic, ** said Schuldig as he proceeded to dump the memory of his last encounter with another man directly into Ichigo's head.

 

The sword wavered before the tip fell to touch the floor and a drawn out moan broke from Ichigo. Schuldig used the distraction from the explicit movie he was projecting into Ichigo's head to claim his lips in a demanding kiss. As suddenly as the weapon had appeared in Ichigo's hand, it disappeared back where it had come from.

 

Irvine felt the lust building in his body grow with every bite, lick and kiss from Kougaiji, revelling in the heat Kougaiji was stirring in him. He hadn't thought his advances would be returned so forcefully. He let himself sink to his knees in front of Kougaiji and nuzzled against the bulge straining the fabric of his pants, sliding the zipper down to reach inside and free the erection. Not giving his partner any warning, Irvine closed his mouth over the cock in front of him and moaned.

 

Kougaiji's hips jerked at the sudden wet heat. He tangled his fingers in Irvine's hair and started thrusting slowly in and out of his mouth. Irvine groaned and dropped his hand to his own groin, undoing his jeans and stroking his cock in time to the bobbing of his head.

 

Reno set to opening the gi Renji was wearing. While the clothes were a little unfamiliar, undressing his partners was one of Reno's better skills. He had the top opened and the ties of the bottoms undone and hitting the floor before Renji realized what Reno's busy hands had been doing. A fierce blush crawled over Renji when the knowledge that Reno intended them to go at it in front of the other men in the room sunk into his brain.

 

“We can't do this,” Renji said in a harsh whisper as he pulled back from the erotic kiss Reno was giving him. He moaned softly as Reno cupped his balls and rolled them gently.

 

“Do it with a man or with an audience?” Reno asked as he moved down to nibble at Renji's nipples.

 

“Both,” Renji said with a gasp at the sweet pleasure Reno was giving him. Blood surged into his cock making him helplessly snap his hips against Reno.

 

“They're not paying any attention. Everybody seems to have caught the fuck bug,” Reno said with a brief glance over his shoulder before turning his attention to the tribal tattoos that decorated Renji's torso and thighs. Reno began licking along the lines of the tattoos, following them to swirl around the base of the Shinigami's cock. Reno arched a scarlet brow when he saw that the tattoos continued around the man's dick. That had to have hurt. With a wicked smile, Reno traced the tattoos around Renji's cock with his tongue; delighting in the groans he was pulling from the man.

 

Schuldig was in heaven. All around him, lust and want and need rose and crashed through the men trapped in the room pushing his own desire higher. The teenager in his arms was squeezing his shoulders tight as if to hang on. Schuldig burrowed into Ichigo's brain and moaned softly at the confused desire the boy was feeling. Part of Ichigo's mind was protesting kissing a man while the other part was shouting and doing a horny dance that he was finally going to get some. Schuldig muffled the protesting part until only the horny part could be heard. Then Schuldig proceeded to remove all of his and Ichigo's clothes with no protest and a good deal of help.

 

Before long, clothes were scattered around the room, pale skin almost glowing in the light of the lantern. Reno moved away from Renji for a moment to rummage near one of the shelves that was still standing against the wall. He returned with several emergency blankets that he spread out on the floor and a jug before tugging Renji down.

 

Schuldig paused in his battle with Ichigo's tongue, picking up the thought that somebody wanted to slide into tight heat that very instant. Schuldig raised his head and found Reno had managed to get Renji's back on the blankets and was busy spreading his legs apart while distracting him with heated kisses. Schuldig turned Ichigo to face the two men and continued to stroke his hands down bare skin.

 

**I'm going to do that to you soon. Watch how much he enjoys it. Reno's got skills that would make an incubus blush, ** Schuldig said as he took hold of Ichigo's cock and began stroking it. The teen moaned and leaned against Schuldig, his hips following the rhythm of the strokes to his cock, his eyes unable to look away from the sight before him.

 

Reno knelt between Renji's legs and continued his distracting kisses. One-handed, Reno uncapped the jug and tipped it to the side. A low gurgle and the faint smell of sesame floated through the air. Reno brought his oil slicked fingers between Renji's legs and began stroking them down his erection before tracing over the sensitive skin between his balls and ass. When Renji's hips began moving with the easy strokes, Reno pressed the tip of one finger inside him. Renji's startled gasp turned into a groan as Reno pressed deep and brushed against his sweet spot.

 

Ichigo felt a blush colour his face as he watched his enemy being pleasured by a man while his own cock was being stroked by another man. Schuldig was a hot presence behind him and he could feel the man's erection pressing between his own ass cheeks. The idea that something of that size was going to be pushed into his ass wasn't something he thought was going to happen…it would hurt like hell.

 

**That's why Reno is using the cooking oil and finger fucking him first. Lots of lube and some stretching and it doesn't hurt; much. Feel what he is feeling, ** Schuldig said as he allowed Ichigo to feel the pleasure that Reno was stirring in Renji.

 

Ichigo whimpered at the intense sensations Schuldig fed him. He had never felt anything like it before in his life and wanted it to continue. He squirmed against Schuldig and found his breath coming in short little pants from his mounting excitement.

 

Schuldig guided Ichigo to the blanket occupied by Reno and Renji. He pushed Ichigo to his hands and knees and claimed the jug of oil from Reno, still feeding Ichigo the bliss from Renji to distract him from what he was doing. The smell of sesame floated through the air again and Ichigo started when he felt a finger press inside him.

 

**Ach, relax. I won't hurt you. Focus on what you feel not what you think you should be feeling. Sex is one of the better pleasures in life, ** Schuldig said as he began gently thrusting a finger into the teen.

 

“I wouldn't know,” Ichigo gasped out as Schuldig pressed against his prostate and set off a burst of bliss in his body.

 

**I love a virgin fuck and I get to be your first in both mind and body. This is going to be so good, ** Schuldig groaned as he slowly added another finger.

 

Kougaiji watched the two couples on the blanket while he fucked Irvine's mouth. He wasn't sure how it had happened, but he seemed to have gotten himself in the middle of an orgy. He couldn't protest. The cowboy was sucking his dick like a pro. In fact, he was doing such a fantastic job that he'd be done for in short order if Irvine didn't stop. Kougaiji pulled Irvine to his feet and attacked the man's throat, biting and nipping at the tender skin. Irvine moaned and rubbed his naked body against Kougaiji's.

 

“Go get the oil,” Kougaiji said in a husky voice with a little push.

 

Irvine shot Kougaiji a lust filled gaze and did as Kougaiji commanded. When he returned with it, he held the container just out of the demon's reach. “Top or bottom?”

 

“Top,” Kougaiji said as if there had never been any doubt.

 

Irvine grinned and passed the container over after pouring out a generous amount into his own palm. Once Kougaiji had slicked his fingers, he placed the jug on the floor carefully and pulled Irvine to him. Irvine rubbed his oil slicked hands over Kougaiji's erection, making him hiss in pleasure. Kougaiji lifted one of Irvine's legs and moved his hands quickly to the cowboy's ass. The demon turned and pressed Irvine to the wall. He spent a minimum amount of time slicking and stretching Irvine before positioning himself and pulling the cowboy down onto his cock. Irvine groaned in pleasure and wrapped his long legs around Kougaiji's waist.

 

Irvine wriggled his hips and caught his lip between his teeth in gratification as Kougaiji started to slowly thrust in and out of him. Irvine clutched at the demon's shoulders and closed his eyes. His head tipped back and Kougaiji pressed his mouth to the exposed neck, nipping and growling softly.

 

Goyjo lifted his head at the low growls and fastened his eyes on Kougaiji slowly fucking his partner against the wall. He ground his hips into Aya in time with the motion of Kougaiji's hips into Irvine. Aya surprised him with a growl and jerked Goyjo's head down to his for a bruising kiss. When he released Goyjo, it was to hiss out an order.

 

“Get the oil. I want to fuck you now,” Aya demanded.

 

“And who said you would get to do that?” Goyjo taunted as he ground their groins together.

 

“I did. Get the oil or I'll use spit. Either way, I'm fucking you in the next five minutes.”

 

Goyjo let a smile tease the corners of his mouth. Quite the demanding lover once Schuldig did…whatever he did. Goyjo liked it. It reminded him of Sanzo. All forceful and demanding and threatening bodily harm if his wishes weren't obeyed…All he lacked was a gun. Sweet merciful goddess, Goyjo liked his kink and this domination play and sudden orgy qualified.

 

Goyjo retrieved the jug, handed it to Aya and watched through heavy lidded eyes as Aya tipped the contents over his hand. Goyjo straddled Aya's hips and closed his eyes in delight as Aya's oil slick hands glided over his dick and around his balls. Goyjo leaned back to allow Aya access to his hole and moaned at the feel of a strong finger swirling around his entrance before slowly sliding in.

 

Aya began pumping Goyjo with one hand while mimicking the motion with his finger in Goyjo's body. When Goyjo started to rock his hips, Aya added another finger causing Goyjo to groan.

 

“Want something?” Aya teased as he watched the lust building on the face of the redhead above him.

 

Goyjo opened ruby red eyes to stare down into amethyst eyes. Answering desire made the purple even deeper. Goyjo smiled sensuously and grasped Aya's cock in his hand, slicking it with oil. He raised himself enough to make Aya's fingers slide from his body. With a slow smile and a little moan of bliss, he lowered himself onto Aya's cock. Goyjo closed his eyes and let out a shuddering breath as he seated himself fully on Aya. Their moans tangled together and Goyjo leaned down to kiss Aya before starting to ride him in a slow rhythm.

 

Schuldig was starting to wonder if he was going to be able to keep it together with all the desire and lust swirling through the occupants of the room. Ichigo was moaning and thrusting back onto his hand, lost in the pleasure. Kougaiji and Irvine were wrapped around each other; mouths sealed together, hips pistioning in long lazy strokes. Goyjo was riding Aya, his head thrown back in delight as Aya stroked his cock in time with the thrusts of his hips. Reno had just pushed into Renji and was stroking slowly in and out of his body accompanied by quiet groans of pleasure from both men.

 

Schuldig removed his fingers from the tight heat of Ichigo's body and positioned his cock at the oiled entrance. He pushed slowly into Ichigo's body at the same time that he pushed into his mind. There was initial resistance from both his mind and body to the invasion, but Schuldig continued relentlessly until he was in as far as he could go. Ichigo shuddered and panted under him.

 

**Now comes the fun part, ** Schuldig said as he began feeding the teen the sensations he was feeling in counterpoint to Ichigo's own.

 

Ichigo moaned at the feeling of having something slide into his body and brush against that spot that set off starbursts of pleasure. It was complimented by Schuldig feeding him the sensations he was experiencing from having his cock held tightly by Ichigo's ass. When Schuldig began to move, Ichigo's arms trembled from the delicious feeling it caused.

 

Schuldig was sure that if he was to die right at that very moment, he would do so a happy man. Ichigo's mind hummed with power. His ass clenched Schuldig's cock in hot velvet heat. His pleasure feed Schuldig's own lust. The men in the room were also feeding Schuldig's pleasure, their desire, lust and need surged into Schuldig's brain. He began to move faster, unable to stop himself as the combined arousals pushed at him hard. Ichigo whined under him and need rocketed through Schuldig. In response, he draped himself over the teen and took his erection in hand, stroking him as he pumped his ass.

 

A stray thought flashed through Schuldig's brain from one of the other men and made his rhythm of long, slow strokes in Ichigo's ass falter. He pinpointed the source and wasn't surprised to find one of the three most sexually deviant men in the room responsible.

 

**Do you have any idea how complicated it would be to do that? ** Schuldig asked Goyjo.

 

**You saying you don't have the talent to do it? I figured if you could do whatever you did to make Aya go along with this, a daisy chain with a group already fucking wouldn't be a problem, ** Goyjo said as he ground his ass down onto Aya's cock, making the swordsman under him gasp in pleasure.

 

**I didn't say I couldn't do it just that it would be complicated. **

 

**I want to fuck Reno while I'm being fucked. I'll bet you wouldn't mind having somebody's cock in your ass. **

 

Schuldig knew who he wanted but there was only so much influence he could have on another's mind before having to take complete control. When he finally got to have Aya, Schuldig was going to be the one doing the taking and he wanted Aya to know who was stroking in and out of his ass. This wasn't the right time for that. But he had never had a demon before. Kougaiji made a fine alternate.

 

**Alright. You start the first move. I know Reno won't object and it'll help get things rolling. **

 

Goyjo gave Schuldig a lecherous grin and rose swiftly from Aya's lap. Aya growled a protest and tried to grab Goyjo back. Goyjo tugged Aya up and pulled him along to where Reno was slowly fucking Renji senseless. Goyjo leaned over Reno and placed his lips next to his ear.

 

“I wanna fuck you while Aya fucks me. Interested?” Goyjo whispered as he slid a finger between Reno's flexing ass cheeks.

 

“Hell yeah. I'm not stopping with Renji though. The man feels fantastic. I think I'm his first guy fuck. You'll have to wait,” Reno groaned.

 

“Who said you'd have to stop? Schuldig is gonna do a mind thing that will have us all in a daisy chain. My idea, naturally.”

 

“You are one seriously perverted dude. I think I might love you. Get me ready and let's get this party started,” Reno said as he ground his hips against Renji's ass, making him moan.

 

Goyjo pushed a still slick finger into Reno and groaned. Aya's annoyed hiss changed to a pleased growl when Goyjo pushed his ass back into his crotch. Goyjo pulled Aya down and whispered into his ear that he wanted to do Reno while Aya fucked him. Aya needed no further encouragement and pressed his cock back into Goyjo's ass as Goyjo continued to stretch Reno. After a few minutes, Goyjo removed his fingers and pushed his cock into Reno's tight heat.

 

Reno groaned and tightened his grip on Renji's hips as Goyjo slid smoothly into him. The feel of his cock in Renji's ass while his own ass was being filled was a pleasure he had been too long without. It took a few tries before the four men found a rhythm but once they did, one long moan sounded from four throats in harmony. It was that deep, reverberating note of sexual satisfaction that caused the other men to look in their direction.

 

Irvine stared at the erotic display on the blankets in the center of the room. He wanted to join in on the intensely erotic action. Kougaiji glanced over his shoulder to see what Irvine was looking at and felt the blood surge through his cock at the sight. Pale skin glistened in the light from the lantern and hair the colour of blood rubies flowed over the four men. Hands caressed whatever flesh they touched eliciting moans of pleasure, and Kougaiji was surprised when Schuldig caught his eye and motioned him over. Schuldig was lazily pumping into the teen moaning on hands and knees before him.

 

**I know you want to join in. I can see it in your mind. I'd love to fuck Aya, but that isn't going to happen today. I'm enjoying Ichigo but it would be even better having you take my ass at the same time. You don't want the half-breed to have all the fun do you? ** Schuldig needled as he wound careful fingers of thought into Kougaiji's brain to get him to agree.

 

**What about Irvine? He feels pretty damn good right where he is…wrapped around my cock, ** Kougaiji said as he pushed hard into the willing Irvine, making the cowboy moan.

 

**He can take your ass. Renji can do Irvine. Ichigo is going to ride Aya, lucky bastard. Everybody wins. Ask Irvine. He wants to get into the middle of this in the worst possible way. **

 

“You want to jump into that?” Kougaiji asked as he continued with his rough thrusts.

 

“Now you're talking darlin'. I like group action. Who do I get to fuck?” Irvine panted around a sensual smile.

 

“I want Kougaiji to do me. You get to fuck him. Renji is going to take your well lubed ass. That alright with you?” Schuldig asked as he withdrew from Ichigo causing the teen to whine in disappointment and squirm backwards in an effort to recapture Schuldig.

 

Irvine let his legs slide down from around Kougaiji's waist and gave a little sigh when Kougaiji released him. He walked to the blanket and knelt next to Renji who was still on his back with his eyes closed and a look of rapture on his face. Irvine covered Renji's mouth with his own, startling Renji into opening his eyes.

 

“You're gonna love my ass. Next to my hair, it's my best feature,” Irvine said softly against Renji's lips.

 

Renji's eyes widened in surprise before lust flashed over them. He gave a little moan of disappointment when Reno left his own ass but quickly turned and presented his back to Reno while grabbing Irvine close. With a hand on Irvine's lower back, Renji positioned himself and pushed eagerly into Irvine's already stretched and oiled entrance. Both men groaned at the feel.

 

Irvine let Renji thrust a few times before he motioned Kougaiji over to join them. The jug of oil was passed to Irvine and he liberally coated his fingers before pressing them to Kougaiji. Schuldig positioned himself in front of Kougaiji and gave a pleased hum when he felt Kougaiji's slick fingers probe his entrance.

 

**Get behind Aya and do to him what I did to you before I slid my cock in your ass, ** Schuldig instructed Ichigo.

 

The teen broke into a smile that turned him into a stunning masculine beauty, making several eyebrows rise at the unexpected change. Schuldig felt smug that he had been the only one to see the possible handsomeness of the Shinigami. Aya gave a little snarl at the feel of somebody pressing fingers into him. The snarl turned into a growl of pleasure when Ichigo brushed over Aya's sweet spot.

 

**Ach, fast learner aren't you, ** Schuldig chuckled. **When he starts to push back onto your fingers, he's ready for you. Go slow and enjoy. **

 

Schuldig began to slowly influence the men's minds to turn just a little and move in just such a way until he had arranged them in a tight circle. It was a tight bend and a little uncomfortable but the visual was stunning. Ichigo pushed into Aya and the groans of their lust urged on the rest of the group. Schuldig pressed back into Ichigo as Kougaiji filled his own ass. Schuldig felt breathless from the feel of his ass being filled at the same time that he was filling someone else's. He gathered his power and drew all seven of the men into the mental net he created and let their lust and sensations crash and mix together.

 

Deep groans filled the room as the men found a rhythm and worked towards a group orgasm. Schuldig felt several of the men struggle against release, wanting to prolong the sensations and he allowed it for several minutes until his own release began clawing at his belly. Finally, Schuldig drew all the men even tighter together before letting his climax whip through the group. The one orgasm started a chain reaction in the men. Hoarse cries and groans followed quickly one after another as each man peaked. For the briefest of moments, all the men enjoyed the feel of their cock throbbing with release while feeling another man's cock pulsing in their ass.

 

The tight circle broke apart slowly. Goyjo and Reno remained joined together with Reno sitting in Goyjo's lap as Goyjo stroked his hands down Reno chest and nuzzled into his neck. Irvine also remained buried in Kougaiji, draped over the demon's back and kissing him softly on the shoulders and neck. Soft groans were heard as the rest of the men broke apart to sit or lay panting on the blankets. Several smokes were lit and quiet descended on the room again.

 

Schuldig noted with some interest that several men continued to gently stroke their partners. He was surprised to find that Goyjo, Irvine and Reno were the ones paying attention to and gently relaxing their partners.

 

**Well if you want to do them again, a little post orgasm touching and cuddling never hurts and often helps, ** said Irvine as he ran his hands in soothing strokes over Kougaiji's thighs and back.

 

Schuldig grinned at the cowboy and tried it on Ichigo. The teen arched into his touch and sighed. A brief skim over his thoughts verified what Irvine had said and Schuldig started to make plans to have at the delightfully tight ass of Ichigo before the convention was over. He was about to suggest having another go when he sensed the presence of a group of people coming towards them. They were about to be rescued.

 

“Our rescuers are almost here. I'd suggest we get dressed unless you don't mind being found naked in a roomful of men who have obviously just had sex,” Schuldig said to the room in general.

 

There was a flurry of motion as men tried to find their own clothes from the pile in the gloom of the room. Several curses and threats of bodily harm later, the men were once again dressed and waiting for their release from the room. Schuldig eavesdropped on several of the quiet conversations and had to work hard to keep from snickering. Seems like once Schuldig had broken their resistance to doing a man in front of other men, they wanted the fun to continue in a more comfortable location.

 

When the door was forced open, eight pairs of eyes blinked in the light of several flashlights. Excited voices asked if they were alright and urged them to leave the room and head back to the safety of the ground floor of the hotel. Schuldig trailed behind the group, letting his mind wander through the sensations that he had collected and stored. He owed Brad big time. He was going to have to lay out some serious coin in thank you gifts for convincing him to come to a convention he wouldn't normally be caught dead at.

 

Their group halted at the doors to the main convention room. Irvine whispered something to Kougaiji that brought a lewd smirk to his face. Kougaiji faced the group and looked over them carefully before speaking.

 

“I have a suite here. If anyone is interested, we can continue the party in my rooms,” Kougaiji said.

 

Reno grinned at Irvine and threw his arm around his shoulder. “You're such a fuck bunny. I knew I liked you from the moment I saw you. A man after my own cock.”

 

Goyjo looked torn between wanting to join and wanting to have nothing to do with Kougaiji. At the challenging look Kougaiji threw him, Goyjo shrugged his shoulders, “If you got decent booze in this suite of yours and I get to screw someone, I'm in.”

 

**Think you can convince the rest of them to come with? ** Goyjo asked Schuldig. **I'd like to take your own ass out for a test drive. I'll bet you do something wild with your mind when you screw don't you? I wouldn't mind doing the others either. **

 

**You really are a perv aren't you? ** Schuldig laughed in Goyjo's head. **I'll see what I can do. **

 

Schuldig cast his mind over the men and found that there was still desire lingering. He smirked to himself and nudged it along just as he had earlier when they were trapped in the room in the basement. They moved as a group toward the elevators only to be stopped by one of the convention officials.

 

“Don't you want to find out if you won the treasure hunt prize? You won't be notified if you go back to your rooms.”

 

“I think we already got a killer prize. Thanks for making it possible. We'll be sure to come back for next year's convention,” Schuldig said with a smirk as he ushered his group of men into the elevator while he goosed the desire each of the men was feeling.

 

The doors slid shut in the face of the official but not before he saw two of the redheads push a third forcefully against the wall of the elevator and kiss and grope the startled man. The official sighed and shook his head.

 

It was always the same every year. Get enough red heads in a room together for long enough and they either fought or fucked. He just hoped that this group of men waited until they got to their room before getting naked and screwing each other stupid. The convention committee didn't need a public display of lewdness to get them banned from yet another hotel.