Adult-FanFiction.org : Bleach

Bleach Mini Stories And Snippets	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 27548 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach and Batman, or Weiss Kruez. Please See full disclaimer within.

Chapter List
- 23
- 24
- 25
Title: He’s an Idiot
Arc: 3
Part: 2
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Kenpachi
Word count: 1,499
AN: Sorry about this being late. >> Wasn’t on yesterday. *blushes*
*~*~*~*
Closing the door behind him, Kenpachi blew out a slow breath, eyes closing for a moment before they opened once more. Ever since that morning, after he had gone to his office after the spar with Shuuhei, he had been bugged by every damn member of his division, not allowed to think about what he wanted to think about.
Namely about what he wanted to do with the brat named Shuuhei.
Grunting , he stalked away from his bedroom door, shrugging out of his taichos haori and tossed it aside onto a desk. Standing before it, he quickly and efficiently removed the bells from his hair, the locks falling down around his shoulders before dropping them into a bowl.
Brushing out his hair, he turned away from the desk, eyes sweeping over the large, mussed bed before he walked to his personal bath. He noted that someone had picked up the room and grunted once more.
“Why am I not surprised?” he asked himself, rubbing at his head with a sigh of displeasure. He hated living in the taicho’s barracks but he also didn’t want to live in some house with just Yachiru, no matter how nice. Pulling off his clothes, he tossed them into a hamper, sending his thoughts to what he had seen in Shuuhei’s own hamper.
He had never once thought that the young fukutaicho was a bi man with a taste for the dark haired men. At least that’s was what Hanatoru had told him when he had cornered the small healer without his lover’s. Now all Kenpachi had to figure out was if the guy liked men who were taller and possibly stronger than him. But first, he wanted to get the bath with special oil over with so he could take a shower.
Bath run and oil poured into the hot water, Kenpachi grunted as he slid into the water, letting the oil and hot water work. He had a few bruises that hadn’t been healed for the simple fact that they were deep and needed to come up on their own.
“Little brat sure as hell can hit,” he muttered, poking at one bruise that sat high on his upper thigh, near his hip. Shuuhei had come at him with a low punch and landed it on his thigh instead of his gut like the kid had planned on.
It had been a lucky punch for Shuuhei but an unlucky one for Kenpachi since it started off a Charlie horse that had locked his entire leg, ending their spar. Kenpachi had growled but Hanatoru had put his foot down and nearly hadn’t healed him at all. He had shut up after that, knowing he was going to be in some pain and hadn’t wanted to add more.
Now he was glad that he had been told no more sparring with his various bruises that were throbbing in time with his heartbeat. Sighing, Kenpachi sank deeper into the water and let his head rest on the back of the tub, eyes staring at the wall before him. His mind returned to his sparring partner once more.
Kenpachi could admit, not only to himself but also aloud, that Shuuhei was a good looking man, and not lacking something completely masculine about himself. But that may have been because of the fact that he was well known to not care where he stuck it so long as to him, it was human and attractive.
They all knew that had he had the opportunity, he would have happily fucked the fourth Espada, Ulquiorra Ciefer, or the 6^th Espada, Grimmjow Jagerjacks if they had survived and been willing.
Shuuhei Hisagi wasn’t beautiful, true, but he was handsome with a strong jaw and face. His eyes weren’t wide but they weren’t narrow either, but rather they reminded Kenpachi of naturally occurring bedroom eyes. His hair wasn’t long, but wasn’t short either, but somewhere between perfect for grabbing and tugging. His body was all tightly compact limbs and graceful movements, showing not only his training but also a natural grace that came with knowing how to street fight.
And from what he knew about Shuuhei, the kid was a rat and had been saved by the ex-taicho, Kensei, when he had been younger then Yachiru was. From that time, the now fukutaicho had worked hard to become strong, leaving the orphanage that he had been at when he had been unable to take care of himself and joined the academy soon after. Then the thing with the hollows attacking Renji’s, Kira’s and Momo’s graduating class had happened, leaving the three the only ones alive of their class and Shuuhei permanently scarred.
From there, he had risen in the ranks, becoming a fukutaicho long before Renji had gone from a seated officer in the Eleventh to the fukutaicho of the sixth. After that he had been turned on by the man he had respected the most, leaving him to wonder if he had done something wrong.
To Kenpachi, now knowing all of that, Shuuhei was amazingly strong and smart, making him that much more desirable to have as a more permanent partner. And he was planning on what he was going to do to get him into his bed for good. All he had to do was wait once he had a plan.
Of course Kenapchi’s mind provided him with a memory of Shuuhei right after one of their spars. He had been sweating, his clothes torn and covered with his sweat and blood. The younger shinigami had stripped out of his top, that the time had been more rags then shirt, and was using it to wipe off his face and skin. Kenpachi had eyed the lean body and wanted to lick off all of the sweat and blood before him.
Growling, he looked down at his groin and was greeted by a contently twitching prick, making him narrow his eyes down at it. “Great fuckin’ timing,” Kenpachi muttered and wrapped a hand around it, intent on getting past the need to bring himself pleasure.
His mind gave him a fantasy that had been floating around in his mind for the last month ever since he had seen Shuuhei without a shirt and newly fueled by the tempting glances earlier that morning.
In it, Shuuhei was begging to be fucked, all laid out on Kenpachi’s bed, skin flushed and cock hard. His caramel colored nipples would be hard and flushed from his larger lover’s attention while dark marks would map where Kenpachi had been.
Green eyes would be blown with lust as long legs would spread wide to accept him deep into the writhing body that rocked with each thrust inwards. And the sounds that Shuuhei would make, begging and pleading with each movement…
Kenpachi let the fantasy run rampant through his mind, heating his blood just as surely as his hands as it rubbed up and down over his cock. Rubbing at the head of his prick, he groaned and thrust up into his hand as he felt his climax start to tighten in his groin. Growling heavily, a picture of a blissed out Shuuhei solid in his mind, Kenpachi came, cock jerking in his hand and spilling white into the water around him.
Coming down from his climax, Kenpachi swirled the water around as he enjoyed the relaxation that came from the release of pleasure. He made sure that his hand was clean before he pulled the plug to let the water out from the tub and stood up, intent on his shower. After he had washed completely, he dried and dressed before moving to the extra large window seat, pulling out a long pipe and his favored tobacco.
Once the pipe had been packed, he lit it and settled in to think as he smoked. He would need to be careful when it came to getting Shuuhei into his bed, especially with his reputation of either just fucking or fighting, but never really having any kind of a real relationship with anyone.
To be truthful, he never really had time to have a relationhip. First he had been traveling with first Yachiru and later Yumichika and Ikkaku before landing in the heart of Soul Society and becoming taicho. After that, he had been busy with running a division, training, and keeping Yachiru from killing everyone because she wasn’t feeling good and they annoyed her.
He hadn’t been able to date and wouldn’t have unless they liked Yachiru and she liked them in return anyways.
Tapping the pipe stem against his bottom lip, he smirked at the thought that Shuuhei was in all actuality one of the few people that Yachiru liked and didn’t attack. Chuckling, Kenpachi made a note to really think about that fact, after he got some sleep. Tapping his pipe clean, he stood and headed for bed, knowing that he would be able to start on getting Shuuhei into his bed for good.
- 23
- 24
- 25
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Bleach Mini Stories And Snippets