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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

Chapter: 17

Characters: Cain, Ichigo, Shinji, others

Word count: 3,091

AN: First of all, Cain a pervy voyeur. Seriously. And I told you that things were happening. :3 Also, since I didn’t post this last week, I am sharing a new one shot in my Tales of a Broken Society world, or under my Bleach Mini’s if you will. Depends on what site you’re reading this on.
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Setting up in his window, Cain scanned the house with icy blue eyes, taking in all of the usual details with a single sweep. Finding that the ones he was after were in Ichigo’s bedroom, he set up the long range camera and the sound telescope before attaching them to his lap top to record what he caught. Soon he had everything set up and ready to go, including a bottle of lotion and a smaller bottle of lube. He had long ago learned that having both close by while spying on Ichigo, along with anything to clean up with, was a good idea.
The pretty male had a tendency to run around in a pair of skimpy under garments as he got ready for this or that.
Cain could easily see why Jin wanted the cross dresser as his own with all of that pale, flushed skin. Ichigo took good care of his skin, always using favored lotions over every inch of his body. Watching Ichigo while he did that always seemed to arouse him in all sorts of ways.
Shaking his head, Cain turned his eyes towards his lap top, opening the needed files and programs before tweaking the view and direction of not only his camera, but also the sound telescope. The sound of giggles, low and husky, followed by lusty laughter, filtered from his head phones, making him pull them up to rest over his ears. Adjusting the camera, he found himself staring at a lounging Shinji in a pair of sweat pants in Ichigos bed. Ichigo himself was perched on his lap, hands resting on Shinjis stomach as his lovers’ hands rested on his thighs.
Cain wondered what the two were planning on doing as his eyes took in their state of undress. Ichigo was clad in a pair of boy cut panties the color of wine, and a pair of thigh high stockings, and nothing else as a smirk played on red lips. Shinji was playing with the tops of the stockings, brushing his fingers over the exposed skin there.
“You’re so very naughty,” came Ichigos’ voice, the tone light, teasing as he wiggled in Shinjis lap. Shinjis chuckle came through clearly, allowing Cain to sit back and enjoy the free show. His cock was taking a interest in the sight before him, his body shifting in his seat as he brushed his fingers over his groin, wondering if Ichigos skin was indeed as soft as it looked.
“How am I the naughty one when you’re the one that likes to dress in front of me?” Shinji asked teasingly, eyes sparkling, even from the angle. Cain wondered just how far the two had gone, even as he watched Ichigo teasingly roll his hips over his lovers.
“Well, I’m not the one that got all hard just watching me fuss over my stockings,” Ichigo teased, getting a snort from Shinji.
“I can’t help it if I happen to think that your stockings are sexy,” Shinji drawled, Cain silently agreeing with him on that count. Shifting so his hips slid forward, the man idly played with his pants button as Shinji slid his hands up to gently cup the rounded ass that Cain wouldn’t have minded groping.
Then again, the barely there play of muscle under Shinjis skin also made Cain wonder just what it would feel like to have the man touch him… hold him down and use him. Groaning, he flicked his pants button open and pulled his zipper down, freeing his hardness with a low moan of relief.
“Oh, so what do they say about guys with a thing for cross dressers who are dressing?” Ichigo asked, leaning forward. His hair fell over his shoulders, brushing against Shinjis chest as he brushed his lips against his mates.
“They call ‘em kinky,” Shinji teased, rolling his hips upwards as Cain watched with dark eyes. Reaching out, Cain grabbed the bottle of slick, putting it close by for use as he teased himself by running his fingers up and down his length.
“Man, I should have taken the day off, especially if these two are gonna be all over each other all day,” Cain moaned, spreading his legs as he watched Shinji kiss Ichigo. The moans and sound of their kiss came loud and clear over the waves, nothing less then what he expected from Kogas work. “I don’t think that my poor dick can survive this,” he groaned. Ichigo and Shinji separated, the younger males’ lips even more red and swollen, his eyes half lidded.
“I can do kinky.” Cain whimpered at the sound of Ichigos voice. The usually sweet, low tones had deepened, husked with lust for his partner, which sent heat shooting through his body.
“Oh can you?” Shinji asked, running one finger over Ichigos bottom lip, a pink tongue darting out to lap at it. Cain mewled, fingers scrambling for the bottle of lube, wondering how the blond kept his cool in such an arousing situation. AS he spoured a dollop onto his length, he whimpered again as Ichigo answered.

”Well, I sucked your dick in your car at the drive-ins didn’t I?” Ichigo asked lowly, voice full of promise. “Ryuuken and Hana were nearby, along with Yumichika-san and Ikkaku-san. You had to bite your bottom lip, remember?” he asked, getting moans from Shinji and the watching Cain.
“Damn, you are a fucking tease,” Shinji groaned as Ichigo sucked the finger into his mouth, sucking on it with a low hum. Cain slowly stroked himself as he watched the two start to move and grind against each other.
Shinji removed the slick finger from the leaner males’ mouth, his other hand tugging at Ichigos underwear, getting them down enough to expose his ass and let his cock free. Ichigo shifted, lifting up enough to pull on Shinjis sweat pants, getting them down enough so that the other mans cock was greeted by an eager hand that teased it. The Guardian moaned, his slick finger disappearing between the sweet cheeks.
Cain could only shiver and guess that the finger had slid into tight heat that made Ichigo moan so very nicely. Tightening his hand, he swiped his thumb over the tip of his cock, groaning as he watched Ichigo continue to move his hand and Shinji work his finger in and out of the sweet body.
Shinji suddenly growled, which drew Cains dazed eyes to where it looked as if Ichigo was teasing a nipple, hands grasping onto the bed, the blonds other hand between them. The lean spy could only guess that the man had both of their cocks in hand and was stroking.
The two men rocked and moaned on Cains screen, making him pant and groan as he continued to bring himself off, his hand moving fast and hard. The sound of pleasure as Ichigo arched, lips parted, sent a stab of lust through him, the cross dresser rubbing against Shinji before going lip with a long keen. It was the growled ‘Ichigo’ that tipped the Bount over the edge with a gasp as he went limp in his seat.
“Damn,” came the quiet pant over the line, stirring Cain from his lethargy. Leaning forward, he pulled out several wet naps out of his case and cleaned up his hand. As he cleaned his hands, the next words he heard made him go stiff with wide eyes. “Hey, Shinji? What’s that in the window next door? What the hell is that?”
Looking at the lap top screen, he cursed at the sight of a barely dressed Ichigo, still perched in Shinjis lap, pointing to his window.
“Fuck,” Cain breathed, scrambling to grab everything and wipe all of the possible surfaces he possible could.
“Stay put, Ichigo. Get one of the guns,” Shinji said, sending Cain scrambling to leave the house quickly. Unplugging the lap top to the sight of the blond tossing a shirt aside as he ran out of the door with a gun in hand and no Ichigo in sight, Cain ran for the stairs, heading for the back door. Bounding down them, he ran out the back, diving into he bushes at the sound of Shinji running into the house. Cursing mentally, he kept hidden as much as possible before calling Jin for a ride.
Back at the house, Shinji snarled and shook his head before looking around the rooms. Closing it up, he called Ichigo, finding him dressing and told his lover to come over so they could call the Unit and the Guardians. Once the snarling Ichigo had stalked over, they called Gin and Sado first.
“Gin, sorry to interrupt your happy afternoon, but I think we’ve discovered how Cain was watching the Kurosakis,” Shinji said into he phone as Ichigo shivered.
“We were being watched fucking around!” Ichigo groused, eyes dark with anger. “No one said anything about perverted killers.”

”What was that about perverted killers?” Gin asked over the line as Sado stood from the couch.
“We were messing around while Cain was watching. I’m not sure how much he saw,” Shinji admitted, running a hand through his hair with a frown. “I’m going to get Ichigo set up in the master bedroom with a gun and then I’ll fully secure the house. Can you call everyone for me?” he asked, pulling Ichigo close, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
“Yeah, no problem,” Gin replied, taking the cup of water and pain killer from Sado. “You take care of Ichigo and I’ll call everyone to meet us at Ichigo-sans house.”
“Warn them that there might be biological fluids that we haven’t found before. One of the upstairs rooms smelled like stale sex,” Shinji warned.
“Oh for fucks sake,” Ichigo muttered into the blonds shoulder. “You’d think I would know to keep the curtains closed, but I had to like the sun coming into my room,” he complained, Shinji smiling indulgently down at him.
“I’ll warn them. Tell Ichigo to take a hot bath, relax and that we’ll be there soon,” Gin drawled, Shinji relaying the message.
“Thanks, we’ll see you then,” Shinji said, closing the phone. Drawing his lover to the house, he got him too agree to locking himself in the master bedroom with some food, a bottle of soda and one of rum, just in case he wanted something more, and a gun. Once Ichigo was set up in the bedroom, Shinji checked all of the rooms, closing the gauzy under curtains and locking the windows.
It didn’t take very long for Byakuya, Renji, Szayel, Toshiro and Rangiku to arrive, sealing off the house across the street. Shinji walked out to greet them, smiling lightly at his co-workers before nodding to the Unit detectives.
“You guys are ready?” he asked, smoothing his shirt down, lips pulled into a thoughtful frown.
“Of course. Show us which room it was?” Hitsugaya asked, opening the back of his van, the letters H. S. U. proclaiming just who owned it. Byakuya was in another large van, this one with several computers in the back, running through various data bases to figure out who just owned the house. Renji was running crime scene tape around the front gate as Rangiku took pictures of the front door. “Did you use gloves?” he asked as he pulled on a pair of white gloves himself.
“No, but I kicked in the door, so my foot print will be there and Ichigo used his skirt to close the door for me,” Shinji replied as the small male gathered everything he would need. Closing the door, Hitsugaya nodded and moved to the front of the house as Rangiku got ready to dust the door.
“Open the door first please,” Hitsugaya drawled, the red head doing that for him. Szayel followed the icy colored male with his own bags in hand, Aizen pulling up as they disappeared inside.
“There’s no firm record as to who owns the house but it looks like a dummy corporation that bought it from the Kurosakis old neighbor who died nearly six years ago,” Byakuya state, climbing out of the van as Renji put the tape away.
“Hold that thought please,” Shinji said, heading for the house. Standing in the doorway, he found Rangiku dusting the door knob while Szayel walked slowly around the sparsely furnished living room as Hitsugaya took pictures. “If you go upstairs, you need to turn left, towards Ichigos place. The room is found there,” he told the short detective. Hitsugaya hummed in acknowledgement as he continued to take pictures, working his way towards the kitchen and stairs.
Once that was done, Shinji headed back towards Aizen, Byakuya and Renji once more, nodding his head to the three.
“Do you think that the company is a Bount cover company?” Renji asked, writing down what they were talking about for the reports that they were going to have to write up.
“It’s quite possible. They have several real companies that do run legally, but they also have several dummy corporations that they use to hide behind. We just don’t have their names as of yet,” Byakuya explained to Shinji and Aizen.
“Do they also own properties like this one?” Aizen as Shinji kept an eye on the surrounding area, one hand on his back where his gun sat.
“It’s possible. We’ve found that they all have various names, which they keep going and alive until it’s time to use them and get rid of them if they’re found out about,” Renji sighed, scratching at his head, ponytail bobbing with the movement. “They have, literally, hundreds of names and they’re good at blending in and changing their looks. It’s amazing.”
“Indeed. Hopefully we’ll figure out just why they bought this house six years before they started to stalk the Kurosakis and Ichigo,” Aizen said.
“Do you think that they bought it as a safe house originally? And then started watching Ichigo and his family even back then just for the heck of it?” Shinji asked, shifting on his feet.
“More then likely. It’s a good house, in the middle of a very low crime neighborhood and rather understated,” Byakuya mused, gazing at the house.
“How about you tell me what happened when you found out you were being watched,” Aizen suggested, gazing at Shinji. He coughed as a blush dusted his cheeks.
“Ah, we had a late start today, what with the clean up after the get together after the funeral. We hadn’t been able to do anything until yesterday with most of the stuff,” Shinji admitted.
“Wasn’t the funeral nearly two days ago?” Renji asked; his eyes were wide as he stared at his friend.
“Yeah, but Ichigo had a stress headache yesterday, so the major cleaning didn’t happen until yesterday afternoon,” Shinji replied, shrugging one shoulder.
“I see,” Renji hummed, writing that down as Shinji looked around the area once more.
“It was just after Ichigo had showered and was getting dressed. Being the hot blooded males that we are, and in a new relationship, we started to mess around. Some time from the start and when we saw the sound want sticking out of the curtains, along with the camera the pervert had set up and started to watch,” Shinji stated, eyes narrowing at the thought that some guy had been checking out his lovers’ body.
“Stop being jealous over someone perving out over your boyfriends’ body for the moment and tell me what happened afterwards,” Renji drawled, leering at Shinji as the man glared in return.
“I cleaned up a bit as I ran out with a gun, Ichigo hiding in the bathroom with a small pistol that I bought him a few days after I started to watch over him,” Shinji replied. “By the time I got here, he had ditched the house and had disappeared. Unfortunately, I wasn’t fast enough to catch our dear little perverted spy,” he continued, Szayel coming out with the sound wand and camera in large evidence bags. “They looked like they were modified.”
“They were. One of the Bounts is good at electronics and changed things around on them. Hitsugaya-san and I will print them before taking them apart,” Szayel stated, placing the evidence bags into the Homicide Specialty Units van, Rangiku coming out, her nose wrinkled in displeasure.
“God, that room was rank. It seems as if any time they were in there, your spy Bount had himself a little fun. And not just by himself. It looks as if they used it as a love nest,” she said, putting her evidence kit into the van.
“What do you mean by that?” Aizen asked, tilting his head to the side as he watched.
“She means that we found rather old semen and there’s enough to suggest that whoever stayed there was fucking with someone in that room whenever they stayed there,” came the reply from Hitsugaya as he put his own kit down, having appeared from the house.
“A few dozen times by the places we found it. Luckily for us, despite how good they cleaned, there were some leftovers. If I’m lucky, there will be enough DNA markers for me to create a profile,” Szayel said, turning to the three.
“Good. Keep me informed to your progress. Where is Gin-san and Sado-san?” Aizen asked, frowning heavily, eyes narrowing as he looked around. The detectives and the Guardians looked at Shinji as music came from his pocket, making him pull out his phone.
“Well, speak of the devils,” Shinji drawled, turning it onto speaker phone. “Where are you two?” he asked.
“We’re still here at Sados place. We found his break lines sliced,” Gin snarled. “If it wasn’t for the fact that we’re on an incline, we would have never noticed the fluid. We’re waiting for a tow truck to drag it to the shop. Can someone come get us and take us to my place? I have a feeling it would be safer,” he continued. Shinji blinked and stared at his phone before looking up at Aizen.
“I will, no worries,” Aizen said, Shinji nodding.
“Hear that?” he asked, getting a yes. “For now, worry about the lines. Lift prints if you can and Aizen will be there in a while. We’re done here, so we’re all good.”

”That’s good. We’ll be in Sados apartment. I see the tow truck now,” Gin said. The two got off as Byakuya snorted.
“Looks like they’re making their starting moves,” he drawled.
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