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Hi all :D NovaAlexandia and I have got together a couple times now to
write one shots with Szayel/Nnoitra
and Starrk/Grimmjow where
we took the same prompt and wrote our own versions. They are “Lab Hazards”
(S/N) posted by myself and “Binge Drinking and it’s
Side Effects” (St/G) posted by NovaAlexandria. We are
having lots of fun with it, and it seems ya’ll are enjoying reading them, sooo we’ve done it again :D This
time we thought we would test our skills with a slightly harder pairing and do something
with the current arc.
Like before there are two one shots here. One written
by me the other by NovaAlexandria. Again we’ve taken
the same idea and wrote out a story to see how they would compare. I am posting
both stories here.
The prompt this time was; “To punish Hisagi Kazeshini
decides to hurt those closest to him.”
WARNING:
Please heed the category warnings! Both stories contain
N/C, therefore rape. So if you are sensitive to such things, I suggest
you do not read them, I don’t think I can make that any clearer!
Everyone else, enjoy :)
Gleeful
Vengeance
By Kazes.
Darkness festered within a hate-filled
heart; over a century of painful dismissal and rejection had burned a passion
of vengeance throughout his soul. Shinigami and their zanpakutou are born as
one; there is a connection between the two that no other could understand, a
union that was supposed to be based on respect and partnership, together they
are one.
Within a secluded underground cave of
Seireitei, under a reiatsu concealing kido barrier, the bitter soul of Hisagi Shuhei’s zanpaktou, Kazeshini
seethed. For almost one hundred years Kazeshini had been adjoined to the Ninth
division Fukutaichou; the power they held was a thing other Fukutaichou within
the Gotei 13 could only dream of, though that power was always at odds. Over
the years and countless hours of training, the two had grown in complete polar
directions; their power should have been one magnificent body, but instead they
were adverse, both souls clashing against each other in addition to their
opponent.
The dark body of Kazeshini sat in the shadows
of the underground cave, his fist clenched as he dredged up the painful
memories of his life with Hisagi Shuhei. In the center of the cave, which had become the night quarters of the zanpaktou freed by
Muramasa, the other zanpakutou spirits argued amongst themselves about tactics
of the coming battle.
“Would you lot shaddup!” Kazeshini’s voice
echoed around the cave as he walked from the shadows into the large
subterranean space. The cave fell silent as the angry reiatsu pulsed around the
shadowy figure approaching them.
“They are Shingami, the only power
they hold is within us. They are weak, and those who are weak, die.”
Kazeshini’s usual cocky voice was tainted with an ominous, low tone that
promised pain to any who should try to cross him this night.
“Kazeshini, where are you going?” Muramasa
questioned as the other zanpaktou spirits watched the blackened soul climb the
steep, rocky exit.
“Heh! I
don’t answer to anyone any more.” He continued his path, untouched by Muramasa’s query. “You lot can stay down here and rot like
the cowards you are.” His voice echoed back down the passage even once he was
out of sight.
“I’m gunna extract
my vengeance on those who imprisoned me for all these years…”
In the western wing of the Squad Four infirmary, Kira Izuru sat by the bed of one of his
oldest friends. Hisagi had been badly wounded in the earlier fight against his
zanpaktou before Kira was able to get to him. Hisagi’s injuries were not life
threatening, but the medications given to him to help heal his injuries had put
him into a deep sleep.
Kira slumped forward in his chair next to
Hisagi’s sleeping form. If only he’d gotten there sooner, his long time friend
wouldn’t be in this state…
‘Friend’, Kira sighed to himself. Hisagi was
more than a friend to him, he just didn’t know it. Kira couldn’t remember how
long he’d been in love with the 9th division Fukutaichou; what he
did remember though was the first time they had been together, the first kiss,
the first caress, the first time his name was moaned from Hisagi’s lips…
Thinking about it now gave him chills, chills that were followed swiftly by
sharp pain in his chest, when he was reminded that his love would never feel
the same emotion for him. Every time the two were, intermit…fucked… The next
day Hisagi would pretend like nothing had happened or laugh it off as fun times
between old friends. Kira knew he should say no to Hisagi’s advances, knew that
it would inevitably cause him pain, but he also knew he could never say no to
the man he loved.
A cool breeze swept through the open window
and Kira noticed Hisagi’s body shivered. He stood and walked to the window,
looking out at the moonlit sky of the Seireitei,
the very air felt alive with fearful anticipation. Kira shivered as another
strong breeze swept in the window and quickly slid it shut. As the window
snapped shut Kira froze; something more than a breeze has come through that
window, a familiar reiatsu stood behind him and before he could turn to face
it, his world went black.
Something screeched in his mind, the sound
of metal scraping against rock pierced through his scull and shot pain into his
temple. Kira groaned and shifted uncomfortably; he was sitting on something
hard and cold, his head was pounding and the sound of screaming metal was
ringing in his ears.
Kira’s eyes shot open when a sinister laugh
replaced the sound of scraping metal.
“Hahaha… so I see
our princess is awake.” The dark figure of Kazeshini stood over him, his scythe
blade slung over his shoulder.
It was only when he tried to stand that
Kira realized his wrists were chained to the brick wall behind him.
“Hahaha, go ahead
and try to escape.” Gleaming white eyes and smile looked down at him. “You
Shinigami are so pathetic, building these prisons for hollows and criminals
that should have been killed the moment they were captured…” His smirk turned
to anger as he swung the scythe blade down to Kira’s throat. “Instead you fools
wanna chain ‘em up until
you’ve talked about it! Heh! Pathetic!” He spat on the stone floor next to Kira.
Kira looked around the dimly lit room; the
room was small, and the floor was stone, the walls were brick, accept for one
which was bars, it were clearly a prison cell. He had never seen a prison like
this one, the current penitentiary buildings were much newer than this, he could only assume this building was old and no longer
used.
Kira bought his gaze back to the dark
figure when he felt the blade touch against his throat.
“What do you want with me?” Kira spoke
calmly though his mind was a hash of questions; why would Kazeshini bring him
here; it made no sense. According to the reports, the zanpaktou were seeking to
battle their masters, but Kazeshini belonged to Hisagi.
The menacing grin returned to Kazeshini’s
face as he lifted his blade to Kira’s cheek, holding it horizontally so the
point of his scythe sat to the left of Kira’s nose. Kira leant his head back
against the wall but the blade followed.
“It’s unlucky for you that you were with
him when I came by… ya see, I was just gunna kill him, but seeing you there made me realize
something…” He tilled his head to the side and pressed the point of his blade
into Kira’s face far enough that a small trickle of blood ran down his cheek.
“I don’t wan the bastard dead… at least, not until I’ve made him suffer.”
Kira gasped went the blade swiftly slashed
across his cheek; blood immediately began to stream down the left side of his
face. Kazeshini laughed and lifted the blade up to lick some of his blood from
the razor sharp weapon.
“Ya see, I know
that fool better than I’d like to, so I know exactly were his weakness lies…”
Kazeshini rested his sword over his shoulder again and moved toward an old
wooden chair in the corner of the room closest to him. Kira didn’t watch long
enough to see him sit, because as soon as the dark man moved, he saw the
slumped figure of Hisagi chained to the wall opposite him.
“Hisagi-san!” Kira lunged forward only to have his metal restraints pull him back
into place, the metal cuffs dug into his wrists and the chains rattled as he
struggled.
“What have you done to him?!” Kira yelled
at the dark figure, his wide eyes flashing from him to the motionless body
across the room.
“Shaddup! I ain’t done anything to the pussy-ass!”
Kazeshini snapped at the distressed blonde. “Well…” he grinned. “nothin’ recent anyway.”
“What are you going to do with us?” Kira’s
eyes didn’t move from their worried stare across the room.
“Fuck! I’m getting’ sicka
ya whining!” Kazeshini stood and removed some dark
cloth from around his right bicep and moved toward Kira’s shackled form.
Kira tensed as he was grabbed by the hair
and pulled forward, so that the dirty material could be tightly wrapped around
his head and hooked through his mouth. The foul smelling material cut into
Kira’s mouth and inhibited his breathing; he tried to curse the wicked spirit
but found the gag worked well in hindering his ability to speak, the muffled
curses just caused the gag to hurt him further.
Kazeshini laughed before turning to the still unconscious 9th
division Fukutaichou. “I’m sicka waiting for this
pathetic fuck to wake-up too!” The dark man then gave a swift hard kick to
Hisagi’s stomach, who groaned and slumped further
forward. Kira screamed into his gag and pulled harshly at his restraints.
Kazeshini knelt down in front of his other
half and snickered at the fluttering eyelids of the tattooed Shinigami.
“Wake-up ya stupid
pansy!” The sharp sound of flesh smacking against flesh rang around the room
when Kazeshini slapped Hisgai’s face callously.
Hisagi groaned and squinted as he tried to
get his bearings. The room was dim and he was immediately aware of his
uncomfortable position on a cold hard surface; all that was forgotten when his
eyes met that of the sinister white eyes before him.
“So ya finally
decided to join us?” Kazeshini’s reiatsu pulsed with an evil excitement.
“Kazeshini?”
Hisagi’s voice was rough and sleep-filled. “…What?” Hisagi’s words faltered
when he saw the figure behind his zanpaktou.
“Kira-san! Wha-” Hisagi only now noticing his own restraints he
scowled up at the dark figure that stood above him. “You!
What are you doing? Let Kira-san go!” Hisagi pulled at his irons. “It’s me you
want. Kira-san has nothing to do with our fight!”
Kazeshini threw his head back in a loud
laugh before beginning to unwind the remaining material on his left bicep and
gagged Hisagi in the same fashion he had Kira. Hisagi thrashed against the
steel chains, growling and cursing at the spirit of his zanpakutou. The brick
wall behind him grazed against his back with his fighting, but Kazeshini just
laughed and tapped his face mockingly.
With that, Hisagi closed his eyes and
focused his reiatsu in an attempt to summon a kido spell. The soul of his sword
gave another loud laugh when Hisagi’s eyes flew open with the realization that
his restraints also bound his reiatsu.
Kazeshini chuckled and turned toward his
blonde pray, holding one of his scythes out under Kira’s chin to lift the
Fukutaichou’s gaze to his own. “Ya know…I know every
single unfulfilled wish that man has for you…” Kira’s wide eyes flicked to his
old friend who was leaning into his metal cuffs, anger written over his
tightened face as his curses muffled into the material in his mouth.
Kazeshini’s grin turned to a look of lust
as his eyes raked over the 3rd division Fukutaichou. “If only you
knew… what he really is…” The blade at Kira’s throat edged forward so that a
line of blood began to trickle down the blonde’s neck. “…What he really wants
to do to you.”
Kira’s looked away from the white eyes
above him to furrow at the man across from him. What did Hisagi really want
from him? Perhaps the reason Hisagi never had feelings for him was because he
was lacking, because he thought Kira could never truly satisfy him. Kira looked
back up at their tormentor and scowled at the gleeful grin on his face; it was
also possible that the zanpaktou was playing with him.
The white eyed spirit moved to the left of
Kira and fiddled with a chain above him before repeating the process on the
other side.
Kira froze when Kazeshini swung both of his
blades along side him and the sound of metal snapping pierced the silence.
Suddenly his arms were painfully ripped into the air and his head smack against
the brick wall when his body was pulled from the ground by the chains attached
to his shackles.
Kira groaned at the pain, before he was
quickly spun around and slammed face first into the brick wall. His arms
crossed above his head and another set of cuffs were attached to his wrists,
effectively locking his arms to the wall above his head.
Behind him, Kira could hear the muffled
angry protests of his friend and wished that he could apologies for allowing
this to happen in the first place. It was his negligence that allowed them both
to be kidnapped in the first place, and he could only hope the spirit focused
his anger on him.
Kazeshini stepped back and grinned wildly,
holding one of his blades behind Kira’s shoulder, he laughed when Hisagi’s
protests grew louder behind them, before slowly dragging the sharp blade down
Kira’s back. Kira tensed and clenched his teeth as the blade was dragged
leisurely from his shoulder to his opposite hip; easily cutting threw the
material of his uniform. Blood streamed from the long gash, which was at least
an inch deep, skimming shallower over his spine and deeper in the muscled
areas.
Kazeshini’s eyes dilated at the sight of
the flowing, fresh blood, and a crazed laugh spilled from his lips before he
leant in and rang his tongue along the pulsing wound. He laughed and jabbed his
finger into the gash where it crossed Kira’s spin; Kira cried out in pain as
the long, sharp nail dug into the already painful injury.
Hisagi heaved through the tight material in
his mouth, trying desperately to get free. He paused momentarily when his zanpaktou’s spirit turned back to him; his face was covered
in blood and his teeth were a bright pink.
“Ya want some?”
The black spirit held out his blood-soaked finger to the furious man. “…I know
you do.” His bloody grin widened as he bent down to hold the finger in front of
Hisagi’s face. Hisagi bit down of the rag in his mouth and turned his face in a
feeble attempt to stop the bloodied finger being forced into his mouth. The metal
taste of Kira’s blood filled his mouth, when the burgundy, blood covered finger
was driven in between is teeth and cheek.
Kazeshini threw his head back in hysterical
laugher, before standing and returning to the 3rd division Fukutaichou.
Blood soaked the back of his uniform, running down his hakama and dripping onto
the stone floor. Kazeshini bought his bloodied blade to his dark tongue to lick
at the dripping red liquid and moaned at the taste, before razing both weapons
to Kira’s back.
Kira braced himself for more pain when he
heard Hisagi’s protests grow frantic. The sound of metal cutting air rang close
behind him and he clenched his fists waiting for the inevitable torture. The
blonde’s breath hitched when wind brushed against his back and legs, the sound
of slicing material could hardly be heard over the spinning chains attached to
Kazeshini’s blades. Moments later Kira felt cold air against his body and
turned his head to look at what had happened; the back half of his kimono and
hakama fell as black and white confetti to the floor, leaving him completely
naked from behind. The front portion of his uniform had only remained in place
due to the blonde’s weight against the wall.
Kira gritted his teeth and lent his forehead
against the cold brick; he tried to fight the heat in his cheeks that grew at
the exposure of his naked backside. “It’s
not like they both haven’t seen it before…” The thought was of little
comfort when he felt the sharp smack of Kazeshini’s hand against his butt.
He could hear Hisagi’s anger behind him, as
his zanpakutou began running his hand over the blonde’s blood soaked arse.
Despite the obvious pain in his back and growing pain in his wrists from his
restraints, Kira could still feel the sudden close proximity of the gleeful
spirit. Hot breath brushed against his neck and body warmth caressed his bare
skin when Kazeshini leant in to hover inches away from him.
Kira couldn’t help the shiver that ran
through his body when a wet tongue ran up his neck. He might have been aroused
if the shiver hadn’t reignited the pain in his back.
Kazeshini threw his head back in laughter
that jolted Kira’s unsteady nerves. “Ya see Hisagi!”
He threw a glance back at his other half before moving back to the blonde’s
neck. “He fuckin’ likes it…”
He bit down on the crook of Kira’s neck; Kira
tried unsuccessfully to stifle a scream when the sharp fangs tore into his
neck, the sadistic mouth tearing at the white flesh until his teeth met each
other and a large chunk of flesh came loose. Blood poured from the open wound
and ran down Kira’s back to join the already large stream over his back.
Pain stabbed at Hisagi’s heart as he watched
his own zanpaktou torture his long time friend and lover. It was true that in
the past, he had fantasized about rough sex with the innocent blonde, but he
would never want to cause him this kind of pain. Warm liquid began to run down
his arms from where his shackles were cutting into his wrists.
Fear of Kira believing Hisagi would ever want
to do these things to him wasn’t the only reason Hisagi wished he could speak.
For so long he had hidden his emotions from Kira; fear of being hurt and fear
of hurting the beautiful blonde, meant that he had shut Kira out, never
allowing himself to confess what he had long ago accepted. He loved Kira.
If he wasn’t such a pathetic coward, Kira
would never believe the things he was being told and Hisagi wouldn’t have to
fear he might lose the man he loved, right before his eyes, without ever being
able to tell him how he felt.
Agony ripped at Kira’s neck and shoulder, he
breathed heavily threw his teeth and the foul tasting material. Kira shut his
eyes and leant against the cool brick hoping to distract himself from the
pulsing pain in his body.
His eyes shot open when he felt a wet hand
start to stroke between his upper thighs and shift his legs apart. Kazeshini
moaned while he licked at the wound in the crook of Kira’s neck. He realized
now, that it was naive of him not to not see this coming,
but he hadn’t considered that he might be abused sexually.
He was however, very aware of the spirits
intensions when the slick hand continued to massage up between his crevasse,
and a moist finger began circling his entrance. With this Kira suddenly
realized that the lubricant on the hand was actually the blood from his wounds.
He shifted his weight and winced at the tongue teasing the deep wound in his
neck.
Kazeshini groaned into Kira’s neck, “Mmmh, you taste so good.” Before running a long
blood-soaked, lick up to the blonde’s ear.
Kira tensed when he felt something blunt
press into his bum, and cursed himself for not being able to do anything about
it. “I’m sorry Shuhei…”
“It must be terrible for you…” White eyes
shot a look of hate at the bound 9th Fukutaichou. “To be able to see
and not act…” Kira recognised what he felt as a rather large
cock align itself with his entrance. “To be locked away and watch while
someone else has all the fun…”
“Arh!”
Kira’s scream easily jumped over his gag when Kazeshini plunged himself into
Kira’s body.
All of his injuries roared at him when his
body was thrust forward into the hard wall. The pain in his shoulder, back,
cheek, mouth and wrists were however, quickly forgotten, as the new searing
pain in his arse demanded his attention.
“Mmmh… you’re so
tight.” Kazeshini whispered in Kira’s ear before licking over his ear and
wriggling the tip of his tongue inside the sensitive opening.
Huffed whimpers were being knocked from the 3rd
division Fukutaichou with the pressure pounding into him. The lack of
preparation and adequate lubricant meant he soon felt his insides tear. “Mmph!” Kira bit down hard on his gag when his insides tore
open and the movement inside him became more even because of the extra
blood-lubricant.
Hisagi leant into his restraints, wide-eyed
horror plastered across his face while he watched helplessly as the man he
loved was tortured. At Kira’s latest cry he clenched his eyes shut, dropped his
head his was suddenly aware his face was wet. He was crying.
“Fuck! I’m so fucking pathetic!”
Hisagi scolded himself; there had to be a way for him to get free. If he didn’t
Kira would eventually bleed to death.
Taking a deep breath, he looked down at the
shackles on his wrists. The cuffs were about an inch wide and though rusty,
they looked fairly solid and without his reiatsu he stood little chance of
breaking them. He pulled at the chains binding him to the wall; he had about a
foot of chain on each, so they weren’t long enough that he could reach the
opposing hand.
“Damn it!” He
looked around the room desperately.
A choking sound bought his attention back to
the events in front of him, but all he could see was Kazeshini’s naked backside
thrusting into the blonde Fukutaichou. Hisagi froze when silver caught his
attention; on the ground behind Kazeshini lay one of his twin scythes, the
other stood resting against the wall about three feet to the left of Kira.
Hisagi’s eyes flashed with hope when he saw
the close proximity of the chain of the blades to his feet. The blade on the
ground was about a meter from the reach of his foot, but the chain was inches
from his toe.
Kira felt a rush of humiliation when a spark
of desire tickled through his body and made his cock twitched. Kazeshini
continued to coo in his ear; telling him how sexy he was, how delicious and
tight he was. Kira shivered and wasn’t sure whether is was
from pain or pleasure when the dark spirit ran his fingernails down his sides
to rest on his hips.
Kazeshini chuckled at his victim’s tremor and
bit softly at Kira’s unmarked shoulder, enjoying this new reaction from the
blonde, he knocked Kira’s legs further apart and adjusted his angle so his
thrusts would hit Kira’s prostate.
Kira gave a choking sound when the next
forceful thrust crashed perfectly into his prostate. The hands on his hips
began tickling up the sides of his body and down his thighs. Kira could feel
heat begin to gather in his crutch as Kazeshini relentlessly pummeled his
body.
He groaned and clenched his fists, “Damn,
looks like these two are more similar than either would like to admit…” Kira
mused to himself, while he stifled another moan. Most lovers would hit-and-miss
their intended target, but Hisagi never failed to please him, and it seems
Kazeshini shared this talent.
Kira was snapped from his thoughts when a
sharp smack to his arse was added to a particularly hard thrust. “Mmph!” Kira panted after the slap sent aching electricity
through his cock.
A husky chuckle muffled against his neck, “Ya like that Blondie?”
Kira
was suddenly very aware of his hard cock pressed painfully into the brick wall;
and found himself extremely grateful for the small amount of padding his
remaining cloths provided.
A hot mouth began sucking at his throat, and
Kira winced when he realized it could mean he was about to loose another chunk
of flesh.
Kazeshini reveled in the blonde Fukutaichou’s
tight body, groaning at the luscious taste of sweat and blood on his tongue,
while the sounds of Kira’s moans, a mixture of pleasure and pain danced lust
through his body. Yes, this was what he had been looking for, what he needed to
quench his thirst for reprisal, and the release his pent-up soul had wanted for
so long.
He threw a look over his shoulder at Hisagi
and laughed; he seemed to be still struggling against his bindings, “What a fool.” Kazeshini
grinned wickedly at his former owner, who seemed to pause his writhing when he
noticed his zanpaktou’s mockery.
“Heh! Ya enjoyin’ the show Fukutaichou?” He taunted before smacking Kira’s
red and white arse.
“Mmh…” Kira hissed, cursing himself for enjoying the abuse. Did
Hisagi really fantasize about doing this sort of thing with him? Perhaps the
thought that this could be happening under Hisagi’s
ministrations were why he was aroused. A part of him wanted to deny that the
man he loved would ever take rough sex this
far… but it seems Hisagi had been hiding his desires for a long time; what
hurt the most was the idea that Hisagi hadn’t considered he was up for the
challenge.
Kira
groaned when this arse was struck again wish to the
gods that his cock wasn’t being thrust into a hard wall; though perhaps he
should be grateful because if it wasn’t, he would have sure cum by now.
Kazeshini mind
was beginning to cloud, he had only experienced sex through Hisagi’s
mind and Hisagi’s sex was so fucking lame he never
could have been prepared for the pleasure he was now experiencing. The taste of
the 3rd division Fukutaichou’s blood and
the raw smells of sex were incredible alone. The whining and moaning coming
from the man he was inside rushed through his body like fire.
“Mmmh,
fuck.” He groaned when the muscles incasing him
would clamp down on him when he would slap the blonde’s arse
cheek.
His body tensed and eyes screwed shut,
“Fu-ck” Kazeshini choked out before his body jerked
forward in a violent thrust as he released himself inside the bloodied 3rd
division Fukutaichou.
Kira
gasped as his tormentor’s fluids burnt his torn insides, and immediately his
heart ached with realization of what had just happened to him. He rested his
head against the brick wall closed his eyes when tears threatened to spill from
his eyes.
Inside his own world it took a moment to
recognize the sound behind him and before he could react the weight against his
back was gone and the sound of metal clashing against metal was close behind
him. He turned his head as far as his restraints would allow and saw Hisagi
parrying Kazeshini with one of the twin scythes. He
tried to call out to his lover but it came out as muffled garble and then his
head began to spin.
“No!” Kira panicked when he realized he was about to black-out
from blood loss. “Shuhei, no!” His eyes rolled back in his head
and everything went black; the last thing he heard was hysterical laughter and
the clash of steel against steel.
Everything was bright white, he stirred and
wondered he had in fact died and his soul was being transported to it’s next journey.
“I’m sorry Hisagi-san…” He sighed.
“Wha? Kira-kun, are you awake?!” Kira’s
eyes snapped open at the familiar voice next to him.
Looking around him he realized the brightness
was simply his eyes adjusting to the light of the hospital room. He blinked and
finally saw the figure sitting beside his bed; a very sleep-deprived looking
Hisagi sat holding his hand, watching with concern written across his tired
face.
“Hisagi-san, what happened? Are you okay?” Hisagi’s expression turned almost comical.
“Me? Kira-kun, you
have been unconscious for nearly two weeks!” The dark haired Fukutaichou leant
forward in his chair and squeezed his hand tighter.
Hisagi’s pain-filled
eyes met with Kira’s, “Izuru…”
The blonde was shocked with the use of his first name and the sorrow in his
friend’s voice. “I know you could never forgive me for what I have done to
you…” The dark haired shinigami looked away from the
blue eyed blonde in shame, before prying his hands away from the other’s.
“But for what it’s worth-” Hisagi’s eyes darted back up to the blonde when his
fingertips touched his lips.
“Don’t apologize you fool.” Kira smiled softly down at the man he loved.
“Kira-kun!”
Hisagi jumped up from his chair to stand over the fragile looking man.
“You can’t just-” His words were stopped
again by Kira’s hands. One hand pressed softly to his
lips, and the other slide along Hisagi’s
jaw to slip gently behind his head in a silent request.
“Are you going to make me come to you?” Kira smirked softly.
Black-gray eyes hesitated shortly before
Hisagi slowly leant in to the soft kiss. When they parted Hisagi’s
full lips hovered over the blonde’s. He looked into the blue eyes as his heart
pounded in his chest. He reached up and gently pushed the stray blonde locks
from Kira’s face.
“I promise no one will hurt you again…Izuru” His whispered promise was ended with another soft kiss.
Kira
smirked up at Hisagi before pecking the full lips again. “Unless it’s you, of
course…” He grinned into the kiss.
Hisagi jerked and turned a crimson red before
Kira pulled him closer to whisper in his ear. “I
can’t wait…”
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