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Title: He’s an Idiot
Fandom: Bleach
Arc: 1
Chapter 7
Pairing: Yumichika/Ikkaku/Hanatoru
Word count: 1,527
AN: All done with this one! Next is He’s an Idiot 2. Enjoy. :D
Affy-chan: Yes, yes I am. As you well know. >3 *cackles* But here, have some nice fluff before next week's story starts up. *bounces off with a song* *cackles* *pets the kitties*
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Stalking back and forth across his dorm room floor, Ganju snarled softly to himself, trying not to leave his room and attack his superiors. He knew that in the end he would just end up smacked around, beaten into the ground and left twitching as Yumichika and Ikkaku took Hanatoru to their bed once more.
Taking his healer.
True, he had dumped the younger man, thinking that in doing so he would be helping his career further and his reputation amongst his fellow eleventh divisioners. But ever since Ikkaku and Yumichika had come back with one Hanatoru Yamada on their arms and bragging about how great he was in and out of bed, Ganju had been looked at like an idiot for giving up such a sweet treat.
All it did was piss him off and it showed in his spars and interactions with others in his division.
Now that Hanatoru had such powerful lovers, he was wanted by those who wondered just how he made two of the most powerful seated officers smile so damn smugly every night before going off to a busy day of work.
Growling, Ganju swiped a small, cheap little statue up and tossed it against a wall, watching it shatter with a vague sense of satisfaction at the fact. He could remember when he had been given the statue by Hanatoru for his birthday. The healer hadn’t had a lot of cash at the time, having paid his bills, bought food and some new uniforms. And at the time he had thought it had been wonderful.
But now any time he saw anything that he had kept from the small healer, it annoyed him into destroying it.
Sighing, he flopped back onto his bed, covering his eyes with one arm, calming his mind towards just why Yumichika and Ikkaku always looked so damn smug every morning when the division met for their early morning meeting. He could remember easily the soft, panting mewls in his ears as he worked his prick into a grasping sheath. Not to mention the very knowing mouth and hands that had always worked so hard to bring him pleasure.
The large man groaned lowly as he felt his cock twitch at the memory of sweet, doe shaped eyes that had stared up at him, glazed over in pleasure. Reaching down, Ganju tugged at his hakama tie, loosening it and allowing him to slip his hand down into his pants, stroking his cock with a loose fist.
He let the memories of his times with Hanatoru flood through his mind, his length twitching and jerking with each stroke of his hand as he started to pant quietly. He swiped his thumb over the tip as his mind supplied a memory of Hanatoru looking up at him as a pink tongue teased the slit of his cock.
Bucking up into his hand, he came, spilling over his fingers, unsurprised that he had fallen over the edge so fast. Ever since he had broken up with the tiny healer, his time with hand had been filled with memories of his ex and coming quickly, embarrassingly so. Ganju knew that it always happened when he wasn’t with someone, but how fast it happened lately was a curiosity.
Letting go of his dick, Ganju sat up and wrinkled his nose as he wiped off his hand, stripping out of his clothes. Tossing the dirtied clothes into a hamper with a few of his other uniforms, he took a quick shower in his small bathroom before redressing to finish off the rest of his day, having spent his lunch break in his dorm room, blowing off some much needed steam.
Once he had gotten his assignment from Yachiru after his lunch break had ended, he got his broom and grumbled all the way to where Ikkaku kept his and Yumichika's office. He hadn’t wanted to go anywhere near the man or any room where Hanatoru could be jumped in. Once there, he started to sweep just outside of the opened office window, taking his time and making sure that things were done right the first time.
He cursed Yachiru the entire time he swept.
A soft chiding came from the office, drawing his attention away from his sweeping and making him look into the office with a furrowed look on his face. Yumichika was doing paperwork as he smirked slightly while Ikkaku sat next to his desk without his top on, Hanatoru smoothing bruise cream over a colorful array of bruises, already healed cuts nothing more then red lines.
“Really, Ikkaku-kun, why did you have to bother Ichigo-san into attacking you like that? You know that he just wanted to train on his own,” Hanatoru said as he gently worked the cream into Ikkaku's chest. Ganju watched the long fingers, flashes of when the healer had touched him running rampant through his mind.
Ikkaku chuckled and brushed a bit of Hanatoru's hair back with a loving smile on his lips. “He needed to just let loose against someone he wouldn’t have to worry about killing. He was hurting in some way, so he did what I wanted him to do, Hana-kun,” he promised, brushing a thumb against the young man’s cheek. “I let him get out the pain that he needed to get out. Though, what he’s hurtin’ about I can’t figure out.”
“Oh, ‘Kaku-kun,” Hanatoru breathed, smiling sweetly up at his bald lover with soft eyes. Ganju squeezed the handle of his broom as he remembered when that smile had been directed at him and found himself hating Ikkaku for getting that very same smile. “You’re so sweet.”
“I’m hardly sweet, but I just didn’t want him to keep hurtin’. That kind of hurt needs to find a way out after all,” Ikkaku stated shrugging one shoulder as Hanatoru went back to smoothing bruise cream over his bruises again. “A good way for guys like Ichigo and I is to just flat out fight it out.”
“So I’m learning,” Hanatoru chuckled, pressing a kiss to Ikkaku's cheek, getting a leer that made him blush oh so sweetly. Ganju silently growled, pissed off that someone else was making his healer blush oh so beautifully.
“I think that Ichigo-chan is lovely. We’ve gotten together a few times and I know that Sado-kun and Ishida-kun and Orihime-chan were working their way to a relationship,” Yumichika mused as Ikkaku laid down. Hanatoru straddled his hips, sitting on his ass as he pulled out a bottle of massage oil. Ganju’s dick twitched as he remembered Hanatoru's wonderful massages.
“He’s never really had a chance to find someone to date, much less get laid,” Ikkaku grunted as the oil was poured over his back.
“True. When he was 15 he had so much going on as the acting Shinigami of Karakura Town after he rescued Rukia-sama,” Hanatoru mused as he started to work the oil into the broad back before him. Ganju listened to the conversation with half an ear, feeling heat start to curl through him as he watched the small healer touch the bald man.
“Then after that, he was dealing with his hollow training, the Bounts, then Muramasa and the zanpactou spirits, and finally Aizen with all of his fucked up plans just never left any real time for him to find someone,” Yumichika continued, putting the pen down onto the table. He idly noted that he could barely see Ganju looking in the window, making him snort to himself in amusement. He decided to ignore the man for the moment. “Maybe it’s time he found someone, like our dear Hana-chan found us and we found him.”
Hanatoru flushed in pleasure at the words, the pink sitting high on his cheeks. “But who would be good for him in the long run? We don’t want to put him with someone who can’t make him pant and moan while in bed and also keep his attention while out of it,” he said, hitting a knot and getting it to unravel under his working fingers. “Trust me when I say that a boring relationship is the worst thing you can have in a very long life. Especially when you don’t even realize it until after the relationship ends.”
“Indeed,” Yumichika chuckled lowly. Ganju twitched, his eyes narrowing at the obvious jab at his relationship with Hanatoru. “I say that Urahara-san would be a lovely match for Ichigo-chan, especially since Ichigo-chan started to grow out his long hair.”
“Why would that be a good thing?” Ikkaku grunted, feeling as his smaller lover trailed his fingers over his back. Hanatoru smiled as he watched well oiled muscles shifted and tightened under his touches.
“Urahara-san likes lovers with either shaggy length or long hair. He is with Jyuushiro-taicho after all,” Hanatoru cooed. “And I know for a fact that Jyuushiro-taicho looks at Ichigo-san as Ichigo-san and not some copy of Kaien-dono. He wants Ichigo-san just as much as Urahara-san does to. They would be good for him.”
Yumichika chuckled as Ganju slunk away. “Yes, they would be just as good as we are good for you, my sweet flower.”
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