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Like a Bullet	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9264 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Like a Bullet
Fandom: Bleach
Part: 11
Characters: Many
Word Count: 2,929
AN: Finally, some movement in Shinji’s and Ichigo’s relationship. ;)
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Staring at the newest letter that sat on his kitchen table, Ichigo crossed his legs and played with his cup of hot chocolate, thinking.
It had been over two weeks since the Guardians had started to watch over him and his close friends. Sado had moved into a new apartment and was working on avoiding Orihime, Gin still watching over him. In the last four days though, he had gotten around a total of 12 letters, 4 that they knew came from Orihime considering that they ranted about him and his choice of life styles. But it was the other eight letters that they couldn’t figure out where they had come from. Aizen figured that they might have come from Kariya, dropped off by the spy bug.
A new letter had arrived with the mail that morning, the white envelope with typed words on the front of it sending Ichigo to the kitchen for the soothing hot chocolate he had stocked up on. Shinji was downstairs in the clinic while he went through files to send out letters to Isshins patients. Ichigo was trusting his friend not to fuck them over as he used the digital copy of his signature.
He was worried, nearly ready to cry from the letters that talked of stealing him away, of showing him the delight of the flesh. Of how no one else but Jin was good enough for him. They had even arrived at the shop when they had gathered for an employee meeting to discuss the possibility of opening a smaller shop where the clinic was. That had scared Ichigo enough to having all of the paper work sent to him, instead of him going there just so he could hole himself up for a bit as they worked out new plans.
Shinji had stuck close, going so far as to make sure that Ichigo knew how to shoot every gun that he had hidden around the house. Even with Ryuuken, Sado and Gin having gone to Sados apartment, they stayed in one bed at night, shades drawn to protect the both of them. He had also tended to stick very close to Shinji, both of them glad for the frozen food that Yuzu had left, meaning that they didn’t have to worry about that for another week before they had to go get more sides and other needed items.
Sipping his hot chocolate, Ichigo mused that they would have to go sooner with the rate he was eating and drinking the comfort foods in the house. Picking up his spoon and stirring his cocoa once more, he stood up and headed downstairs, letter in hand to find Shinji. The need for some tactile comfort made him think of Shinji and the fact that he would provide it happily.
Pausing in the door way of what used to be his fathers clinic office, Ichigo watched Shinji typing on the computer before him, occasionally looking at a long list that his father had kept, making their job that much easier to do. He had a concentrated look on his face, his fingers quick and nimble on the keyboard, making Ichigo remember just how good Shinjis hands felt rubbing over his back or resting on his hips.
Smiling, Ichigo walked in and wrapped his arms around Shinjis neck, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. Shinji leant back, one hand coming up to rub at the arms around his neck, smiling at Ichigo as he took the letter from his fingers. He sighed and tossed it onto the desk as Ichigo moved back, allowing him to actually turn the chair around. Pulling Ichigo close, he buried his face into the stomach before him, arms wrapped around a small waist and hands cupping sweet hips.
“How are ya holding up?” Shinji asked against Ichigos stomach as he ran his fingers through blond locks. Ichigo sighed quietly, squeaking when Shinji tugged him down into his lap. “Talk with me, sweet thing.”
“I don’t know how I’m doing,” Ichigo admitted quietly, continuing to play with Shinjis hair as he settled, straddling Shinjis legs and the chair. “I’m being stalked, my families’ funeral is in two days, I have a business to run despite the fact that I’m not physically there and now the letters? I’m torn and stressed,” he said, resting his forehead on Shinjis shoulder, the other man running his fingers through Ichigos low sitting ponytail.
“I’m not gonna let the bastard get to you. Hell, he thinks you’re still a virgin,” Shinji teased, smirking at the snort of laughter from the body in his lap.
“I haven’t been a virgin since my very enjoyable 16th birthday night,” Ichigo drawled, sitting straight with a smile. “I lucked out and had a lover who knew what he was doing and put my pleasure and learning before his own.”
“Unlike me. Not that I regret it since it helped to kick start my powers,” Shinji hummed, moving his arms to rest his hands on the swell of Ichigos ass, much to his enjoyment.
“Aww, but then you met that Nnoitra guy who taught you all about sex and how good it could be, on both sides,” Ichigo hummed, smiling through the tears that were threatening to spill down from his cheeks.
“Ah, if only he was still living here, I would introduce ya to him,” Shinji said, smirking. “To bad he moved to America.”
“And why would you want to introduce me to him?” Ichigo asked, smoothing his fingers through blond hair once more.
“Because, as you said, he showed me the delights of sex. He was the only to turn me into a total and utter bottom slut before turning around and become the bottom boy, begging for cock, himself,” Shinji purred, eyes trailing over Ichigo. His friend was wearing one of his shirts, looking rather delightful in the extra large shirt the fell around jean clad thighs. “He could make me cry for cock and then wanted to use what I had experienced on him.”
“What a way to learn,” Ichigo teased, yelping when Shinji squeezed his ass. Giving into the urge, he leant forward and brushed his lips over his companions, feeling him growl, the vibrations making his lips tingle. Shinji shifted and dug his fingers into soft hair, pulling Ichigo into a deeper kiss. Their lips shifted and slid together before he slowly lapped at the full lips that he wanted to taste.
Ichigo moaned, wrapping his arms tight around Shinjis neck, pressing close as he tilted his head a bit to the side, sucking on the questing tongue. Shinji groaned in return and tightened his hands on his partners’ hip, his own arching up to rub them together. The soft moan the move got sent flickers of heat through the blond along with the pleasure of rubbing against Ichigo, making him grow hard in response to the growing hardness that he felt with each rub. Ichigo clung to his companion, eyes close as he moaned and panted into the kiss.
Pulling away from the drugging kiss, Ichigo let his head fall back, lips red, swollen, and his eyes closed, rolling his hips in time with Shinjis movements, gasping lowly. Shinji watched with avid interest, fingers digging into lean hips as they both lost themselves to the pleasure. Rubbing and pressing, it wasn’t long before Ichigo was growling and shuddering, his come making a sticky mess in his jeans as he ground down into Shinjis hips, making him follow after. His hips pressed upwards as he sank his teeth into Ichigos neck, drowning out a ragged moan.
The two collapsed back into the chair, panting and basking in the sudden heavy petting session and its conclusion. Ichigo hummed and sat up after a few minutes, blushing lightly at Shinjis smug look on his face. Reaching up, he smoothed a hand over one flushed cheek, his eyes soft.

”I think… I want something serious with you if you still want it,” he said finally, clinging to Shinji when he swung him up into his arms and out of the chair, twirling them around.
“I have been waiting to hear that since I met you and asked you out on that first date,” Shinji stated as he put Ichigo down. “So, yes, I want to date you. For now, let me take care of you, protect you. You just do what you must do. Meaning you mourn for your family and run your business. I will take care of everything else,” he promised quietly, leaning down and brushing his lips against Ichigos as he smoothed his thumbs over soft cheeks.
“Thank you, Shinji-kun,” Ichigo sighed, eyes half lidded. “For now, we both need to clean up. I’m already starting to feel really sticky.”
“Sounds like a good idea,” Shinji said, leering at Ichigo, pouting when he just rolled his eyes and shoved at his head.
“You can use the master bath. No nookie. At least not yet,” he drawled, getting a whine from Shinji as they headed up the stairs.
Across town, as the two took quick showers and went back to their work, Aizen was sitting in his car, shifting through the papers in his bag.
Having finished his research and gone over every single interview with a fine tone comb, Aizen felt that he was as ready as he ever could be to meet with Orihime Inoue and walk out with his memories intact.
Taking a deep, slow breath, he slid out of his car and gathered everything together and headed up the stairs towards the apartment he wanted. Knocking on the door, he waited for her to answer, mind going over the questions that he planned to ask her. He also wondered if she would ask about Shunsui, not doubting for a moment that Tatsuki would have talked to her at sometime during the last week.
“Hello, you must be Aizen-san,” came a bright chipper voice from the door way, drawing Aizens eyes down to her. Smiling, he nodded his head as he shifted his bag on his shoulder.
“Yes, I am. Thank you for taking the time to talk with me,” he said, shaking her hand, her gray eyes sparkling brightly. Something made his hackles rise, making him work on keeping his face and eyes pleasant.
“Please, come in,” she said, stepping away from the door, letting Aizen into the apartment. “Would you like some tea? I was just about to make some.”
“That would be nice, thank you. Can you show me the living room so I can set up the camera for the interview?” he asked curiously, holding up his bag. Orihime beamed and nodded, leading the way to the living room before leaving him behind to head into the kitchen, doing just what he wanted: being left alone so he could set up everything. Pulling out his camera, he quickly set it up, making sure that it was sending to the Shunsui who was down the road with a lap top.
He would have to thank Szayel for setting up the very system that they were using, keeping everything legal and useable, despite the fact that it fell into a gray area of the law.
“I can see everything, including you,” Shunsui stated, Aizen reaching up to adjust his ear bud. “Is it me, or is Orihimes shirt really low?” Looking up as he plugged in the cameras power cord, Aizens eyebrows shot upwards, hiding under his bangs. It almost looked as if Orihime had taken her shirt and cut off the collar of it, exposing more cleavage then he thought necessary.
“The tea is ready, yes?” he asked, keeping his voice even and pleasant. She nodded and held up a tray that was laden down with a full tea service on it. Leaning over, she placed it down and flashing even more cleavage, causing Aizen to wonder what she was doing or thinking. “So, shall we start?” Aizen asked, sitting so that the camera would catch the both of them.
“Yes, please,” Orihime said, sitting down as she poured the tea, once more flashing Aizen and Shunsui who was muttering about going completely gay with every flash of skin and bra. “You wished to talk about Isshin-san and his daughters, correct?” she asked sweetly, smiling brightly.
“Yes, I wished to talk about the Kurosakis,” Aizen hummed, frowning slightly as he pulled his note pad and pen out. Making a note, he barely felt a brush against his mental shields, deciding to ignore it since it didn’t try to get past them. “How did you meet the Kurosakis?” he asked, not surprised at the flash of anger that passed through gray eyes as she flipped her hair over one shoulder.
“I meet them through Ichigo Kurosaki, before it came out that he was gay and living as a girl,” she stated, nearly sneering the word gay but keeping it sounding as such.
“She really doesn’t like Ichigo-san, does she?” Shunsui mused, making Aizen smirk and look down to hide it.
“So, you, like the others, met the Kurosakis through Ichigo-san, right?” he asked, Orihime nodding her head. “Were you friends with Yuzu-san and Karin-san?” he continued, frowning as his eyes blurred, shaking it off quickly.
“Watch it, her eyes are flashing and in not a good way,” came Shunsuis warning, the tone worried. Nodding his head barely, Aizen quickly ran over his mental shields as Orihime took a moment to sip her tea, strengthening them. He also put up an extra layer just to be safe.
“Not so much. They were always doing this or that. Yuzu-san was taking care of her family members, doing chores and cooking, that sort of thing. Karin-san was working on her sports most of the time. When they weren’t doing that, they were working in the back as nurses or something,” Orihime said, frowning at something. “They were much too young to be doing such a job anyway. I tried to tell Isshin-san but he waved it off, telling me that they were fine and it was good training.”
“Did you speak often with Kurosaki-san about your concerns? I heard that you were working as his receptionist for a bit of time,” Aizen said, smiling at her, trying to loosen Orihimes tongue enough to slip up and say something.
“He trusted me enough to take my observations and use them to run his business better while I worked for him,” she chirped happily. “I made sure that he was kept on tack and working properly while in the clinic and helped around the house when I wasn’t working.”

”What was she trying to do? Insinuate herself into his life so firmly that she resembled a barnacle?” Shunsui asked in his ear. “Ask her about her personal relationship with Kurosaki-san.”
“What exactly was your relationship with Kurosaki-san?” Aizen asked, firming his mental shields again at a new brush against them. Orihime blushed sweetly, one hand coming up to cup her cheek and the other resting on the swell of her breast, long fingers drawing attention to her cleavage once more.
“Well, we didn’t sleep with each other, but we were very close to each other. We often talked with each other, telling our secrets and plans for the future,” she hummed happily.
“I see,” Aizen drawled, writing down the information as Shunsui laughed in his ear, making him twitch at the sound. “Alright, so did you see anything odd during the last year or so?” he asked. She hummed in thought and tapped one finger on her bottom lip before shrugging.
“Yuzu-san was baking a lot, using a lot of money to do it and Karin-san was destroying her soccer balls rather quickly,” she finally said, Aizen writing that down as his mind swirled.
“She seems to be trying to destroy the girls’ reputation, isn’t she?” Shunsui asked. “At least without looking as if she’s doing it.”
“Did you see anyone that wasn’t supposed to be there?” Aizen asked, watching the young woman before him shrug.
“I don’t really remember. I never really saw anyone outside of Isshin-sans patients and Mizuiro-kun,” she said. Smiling, Aizen nodded and put his note pad away as he stood.
“Well, I believe that’s all I need to know at the moment, Orihime-san,” he drawled. Stopping the camera, he placed the tape into its case before tucking it away into his pocket. Orihime bounced up from her seat, chest bouncing with her movements as she clasped her hands together. Aizen ignored how her chest was pressed upwards, straining at the top. “If you have any information, please call the office. And if no one answers, just leave a message and some one either from the Guardians or the Specialty Homicide Unit will call you back.”

”Of course,” she chirped, taking the card that he held out. Watching as Aizen gathered his things, she took a moment to admire the strong body and the easy grace which the man moved with. Showing him out and closing the door behind him, she bit her lip and moaned before moving away from the door to spend some alone time.
Outside of the apartment, Aizen was quick to leave, shoving his bags into the back seat, feeling the headache form from keeping his shields up and so strong for so long.
“Remind me never to be alone with her ever again,” he stated, Shunsui snorting in agreement.
”You and me both my friend, you and me both,” Shunsui drawled.
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