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Bleach Mini Stories And Snippets	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 27549 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Title: He’s an Idiot
Arc: 3
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Kenpachi, Shuuhei
Word Count: 1,530
AN: And we come to number three. I hope you enjoy the crack like pairing. It’s interesting that’s for sure.
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His head hurt, pounding away in time with his heartbeat as he reached out for the aspirin that he knew would be there, finding the small pills and water bottle. Pulling his arm back under the blanket, Shuuhei took the pain killers and settled in to let them work on his headache, making him wonder just why he kept going out with the other guys to get drunk.
Ikkaku and Yumichika both tended to spoil their sweet, rather tiny lover, Hanatoru, on the nights out that they did join while Renji behaved for fear of sleeping on the couch instead of being able to snuggle with his fiancé.
Iba was still a nimrod and sucked as a wingman while Ichigo had flat out stated that he had his hands full with his lovers and never wanted to get drunk after the last time he had done so. Though, Shuuhei could see why the younger man was like that, seeing as how he was getting as tired of drinking as Ichigo. Then again, maybe it wasn’t so much the drinking as what usually came with it.
The meaningless flings got boring after a while and wasn’t what Shuuhei was really wanting at the moment. Granted, he had gone to a guy’s place the night before, wanting muscles instead of soft curves, but he hadn’t lingered after the so-so sex, claiming an early morning. Which was true, leaving him waking up and waiting for the aspirin to kick in.
He moaned quietly at the feeling of Kenpachi’s reitsu, burying himself deeper into his blankets. In the last two months, the divisions had started to mix with each other to inspire better interdivision cooperation and Shuuhei’s division had ended up with Kenpachi’s in the whole thing. This usually meant that the taicho of the Eleventh often came to find him if he wasn’t on time, such as at that moment.
“Taicho, I swear that if you are planning to kick me out of bed, I will ram Kazeshini through your foot before going back to sleep,” he threatened, growling lowly as he poked his head up and sending a glare at the man. Kenpachi leered as he reached out with a foot and nudged his ass to prompt him to get up.
“Come on, icicle, time to get going,” he rumbled, dodging the pillow that was tossed at him. Shuuhei grunted and tossed his blanket aside, swinging his legs over the side of his bed before standing up with a slow stretch.
Kenpachi smirked as he eyed the younger man, noting that he was wearing a long shirt and a pair of night shorts that were scandalously short, leaving long legs bared. He had always known that Shuuhei-fukutaicho was lean, his usual top baring his arms to whoever wanted to look, but he rarely got to see him so bare.
“Go put the kettle on my stove would ya? And try not to burn my house down,” Shuuhei said looking over his shoulder before walking to his bathroom, intent on taking a very hot shower.
Kenpachi chuckled and turned around to walk out of the bedroom, heading for the kitchen. In all of the time that the new program had been going on, he had gotten to know all about Shuuhei’s morning habits, including his need for tea in the morning instead of coffee. And only after a hot shower that would leave him flushed and his muscles relaxed so he could get through the day so he wouldn’t be in pain by the time he got home.
Kenpachi got used to these facts and had even taken to putting the kettle on when he got impatient for his morning spar.
Checking to make sure that there was water, Kenpachi put the kettle on the stove and let it heat as he eyed the laundry basket. He noticed that the clothes from the day before were rumpled and he had no doubt that if he got near it, he would only smell the bar and possibly Shuuhei’s latest bar slut. Leaning against the counter, he rumbled his distaste at the thought of his sparring partner screwing some easy floozy who was possibly just looking for a quick fix and a rich husband.
“Why are you glaring at my laundry pile?” Shuuhei asked as he came out of his bedroom. His skin was still flushed from his shower, hair mused from the towel drying that he had done, fully dressed for the day. Kenpachi looked up from the glaring contest that he had been having with the laundry basket as the kettle went off.
“No reason,” Kenpachi grunted as the younger shinigami pulled a cup down from a hook before retrieving the still whistling kettle and let it come down from the boiling and steaming point the water was at. “Get lucky last night?” he asked as Shuuhei poured hot water over a tea bag.
“Yeah, if you want to call it that,” Shuuhei drawled, letting the tea bag seep as he dug out the sugar container and a thin of creamer.
“What? She suck in bed?” Kenpachi grunted. Shuuhei took a moment to squeeze his tea bag, dropping it into the sink.
“No, he was good, if you don’t mind a quick tumble in the sack,” Shuuhei finally stated. Kenpachi cocked an eyebrow at him with that interesting bit of news. “Yes, I said he. I’m an equal opportunity lover when it comes to lovers. I’ve had more women as lovers, granted, but I have had men as lovers before. Last night’s romp was good but I’m getting tired of the one night stands, especially since most of my drinking partners are taken men now,” he continued, sweetening his tea with a bit of sugar.
Kenpachi grunted as he crossed his arms, watching as Shuuhei sipped at his tea before finding a mixed bowl of fruit, eating it as he finished another cup of tea. The large man found himself having to rethink his original opinion about his fellow shinigami and his sexual enjoyments.
He had watched Shuuhei since the first spar that they had done together and had always wondered but had never really seen him with any partners that were males. But now that he had learned that the other man swung both ways, he would need to plan out how he would land the other in his bed.
“Right, let’s go,” Shuuhei finally said, breaking into Kenpachi’s thoughts. The younger man was rinsing off his dishes and putting them into the dish drainer to dry while he was gone.
“Yep,” Kenpachi grunted, pushing away from the counter as his sparring partner grabbed his own zanpactou and sliding it into his obi sash. “Hanatoru is gonna be the healer today. His boy toys are dealin’ with the members this morning, puttin’ them through their paces and that shit,” he said they headed out on their way, bounding over the rooftops, heading for the Eleventh training grounds.
“Sounds good to me,” Shuuhei hummed, landing lightly on a roof before launching towards the next roof. Kenpachi leered at the well oiled movements of the body before him and happily followed, staying just far enough back to watch the ass that teased him but still close enough to hear him. “How has that thing for the Shiba brat been going? I know that Ichigo is still ready to plant a foot deep into the idiot’s gut.”
“It’s workin’ for him. His sister is also helping to correct his attitude,” Kenpachi replied, shrugging one shoulder. Shuuhei looked over one of his own as they landed in the practice field, Hanatoru already there, sitting on a boulder across the field from them.
“That’s good,” he mused, waving at the healer before once more turning to Kenpachi. “I’m surprised that you’ve put up with him for so long, especially with the way he’s been harassing Hanatoru-kun, Ikkaku-san and Yumichika-san the last few months,” he said, raising an eyebrow.
Kenpachi snorted lightly as he removed his taichos haori, putting it aside with a shrug. “I didn’t know just how bad it was. Apparently, they had thought that they had taken care of it but then Ganju started to fuck up again,” he stated, pulling out his zanpactou as Shuuhei pulled Kazekashi out of his sheath. “Then the nimrod insulted Kurosaki-san and his lovers got pissy,” he continued.
“He’s an idiot and is learning his lesson,” Shuuhei stated, taking his stance. “Come, let’s spar. I still have paperwork to do today so I can’t spend a lot of time here, unfortunately.”
“Let’s fight,’ Kenpachi said, nearly growling in pleasure before attacking with a downward swing which was blocked easily.
Two hours later found Shuuhei with healed cuts and bruises, heading home for a quick hot shower before heading to the office.
Kenpachi was relaxing as Hanatoru offered suggestions on his technique and working on healing him. Once his cuts had been fixed, he gave the small healer a ride to his lover’s before heading to his own shower. After that, he found himself in his office, thinking about Shuuhei and his own desires in regards to the young fukutaicho.
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