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A Shifting of Life	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > General Views: 20784 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: A Shifting of Life
Fandom: Bleach
Part: 30
Series: A Shifting World
Characters/Pairings: Shinji/Ichigo, Kensei/Ichigo, hinted Shinji/Kensei
Warnings: Sex, rough sex.
Word count: 4,234
AN: 1) Yes, I did drop off the face of this Earth in regards to the rewrite of this story and another story.

2) I have completely finished the rewrite of this story. So I’m going to edit the chapters and post/repost them as I go along over the next few weeks between editing and rewriting a few other things. <3

Reposted 7/12/20

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Sighing softly to herself, Ichigo stretched her arms over her head, stretching her back and making her grunt as she continued to walk down the street towards the Vizard’s compound.

She hadn’t been able to visit with them since before she had been taken to Los Noches, and after spending the last two days with her family she had decided to go see those whom she called friends. Playing with the headband that kept her hair out of her face, making sure that it was still sitting straight, she smiled as she found the warehouse that they lived in, walking up to the door and knocking on it.

“Yeah, what do you want?” Shinji asked as he opened the door, finding a familiar head of red hair that sat over a curvy body that wasn’t supposed to be curvy. “Ichigo?” he asked, brown eyes turning up to him as a familiar smirk spread over Ichigo’s lips.

“Hey there, Shinji,” she greeted, stepping into the entryway when the older male moved to the side. Taking off her sandals, she smirked when Shinji gaped at the fact that she was wearing a simple sun dress.

“Are you really…?” he asked, trailing off.

“Am I wearing a dress? Why yes, I am,” Ichigo drawled, walking into the living room as she pulled her purse off her shoulder. Shinji followed her, his eyes glued to the long eyes that were on display, trying to remember that ogling Ichigo, as a female or as a male, was not a healthy idea to do. But his eyes still trailed down over her legs, up and over the curve of her ass, and when she turned sit down, the cheeks of her face that were flushed a light pink and her full lips.

“Yes, well, seeing and hearing that you are temporarily a female are two different things,” Shinji said as he fell into a chair before he pushed himself back up again. Disappearing into the kitchen, it didn’t take him long to come back with two bottles of soda in hand, handing one over.

“Thank you,” Ichigo hummed, taking the bottle with a smile. “And regarding this, you should try experiencing it. I’m lucky that I have the friends around me that I do, otherwise I would have gone insane in the first three days,” she said, opening the bottle before drinking a bit of it with a sigh at the coldness.

“That, I would not doubt. How is everything else going through?” he asked, looking up as Kensei strolled into the living room before coming to a stop as he eyed Ichigo up with a surprised look in his eyes. “Hey there, man.”

“Uh, yeah, hey there, Shinji. Ichigo, it’s a surprise to see you here,” Kensei greeted, Ichigo smiling up at him as she shrugged in return.

“I figured that I would come to see you guys since I’m in the Living World for a small vacation,” Ichigo stated, waving her soda bottle at him.

“You still didn’t answer my question, Ichigo,” Shinji sang, Ichigo chuckling softly.

“That is true, I haven’t. I’ve actually been learning and enjoying myself,” she said as she played with the soda bottle. “Soul Society’s culture is definitely interesting, to say the least.”

“So, you’ve been learning about everything about the culture, huh?” Kensei asked, leering at her. She just smiled at him in return. The shy sultriness of it answered the question for them more than any words could have, Shinji cocking his pierced brow.

“Wanna tell us how far you’ve gotten on this?” Shinji asked, his eyes glowing.

“Far enough I think,” Ichigo replied, blushing at the leer Kensei sent her as he sat in another chair, ankle coming to rest on his knee.

Really taking in Kensei’s looks, she had to admit to herself that he wore his silver hair well, the strands sticking up on their own. She also had to admit that she, even as a male, had wanted to touch the locks. His body was like most Shinigami who had gained their muscles from the hard training and fighting that they did. Strong limbs moved with an unconscious grace even as the strongly handsome face turned one’s eyes to him.

Shinji on the other hand was leaner, but Ichigo knew that he was just as strong as his fellow Visored. Blond hair was kept in a neat pageboy cut, dark blue eyes sparkling under the bangs. His smile tended to be interesting, to say the least, but it was still very appealing. Bringing her soda to her lips, she hummed lowly with a smile on her lips as Kensei pulled out his phone that chirped at him, groaning as he flipped it open.

“I have to head on out. A hollow,” he grumbled as he stood up from the seat that he had taken out. With one last run of his eyes over Ichigo, he left the warehouse with a grumble.

“Did he just check me out and pout as he left?” Ichigo asked Shinji, getting a smug smirk from the man.

“That he did so. A lot of people do check you out, you just don’t see it since it’s usually not so openly,” Shinji drawled as he flicked his wrist. He slowly drew his own eyes over her curves with a slow smirk.

Ichigo blushed lightly under the look and took another drink of her soda, feeling hot under the gaze and crossed her legs, the skirt of her dress riding upwards. Shinji eyed the new skin that had been exposed to his sight, his eyes darkening as his blood started to heat with lust.

Ichigo looked down at her lap before gazing up at him from the side of her eyes, biting at her bottom lip and shifting in her seat.

Smirking at the silent invitation, the older Vizard put his own soda to the side before he moved quickly, pushing her back gently to lay back on the couch. Ichigo squeaked even as she fell back, her legs on either side of Shinji’s hips, her hands curling in Shinji’s grip. Blinking up at the older male, she looked down and promptly blushed brightly at how close she was to flashing Shinji.

“Shinji?” she breathed out. She looked up at her friend and shivered in delight under the look of lust that held just the slightest hint of darkness. Ichigo had learned from Ulquiorra that sex and lust for an Arrancar was different than what a Shinigami or human felt and figured that it was the same for a Visored. Especially for ones who were as old as her friends. It was deeper.

The feelings almost possessive.

The look in Shinji’s eyes were just the same as the ones that came to Ulquiorra’s eyes when he looked at her. But unlike her Espada lover, Shinji wasn’t hiding it.

“Ichigo,” Shinji purred softly as he brushed their lips together, smiling when Ichigo responded by lifting her head and pressing up into the feeling. Releasing one of her hands with a slight squeeze, he reached down and smoothed his hand up her thigh, pleased when she shifted the long limb to curl around his waist. The move pulled him deeper into the delightful cradle of her legs. Settling over her body, Shinji continued to move his hand, stroking her inner thigh with part of his palm and his thumb.

Ichigo nipped at his bottom lip when she shivered under the promising touches, wiggling her other hand free so that she could bring them down to play with the fabric of his shirt. Finding the buttons that held his shirt closed, she flicked them open one by one as Shinji slipped his tongue into her mouth, tasting and teasing her in responding. Moaning into the kiss, she arched upwards at the hint of fingers that brushed over her panties as her own hands moved his shirt out of the way.

“That’s it, lovely, moan for me,” he growled as he cupped her with one broad hand, rubbing against her heat, feeling the wetness on her panties grow. Slipping his fingers past the band around her leg, Shinji growled again as they easily found her entrance, sliding into the heat and drawing a sweet groan from her. Lowering his head to her chest, he mouthed at one breast through her dress and bra, feeling her arch up into it.

Ichigo shuddered as the long fingers in her worked in and out of her easily, reaching down and pushing Shinji up enough to open his pants up. Finally getting them open, the man working to drive her to distraction, she reached into his pants and curled one hand around his hard cock. The groan and hard thrust of his fingers into her made her purr in pleasure.

“Damn it, Shinji, will you fuck me?” Ichigo growled out, the elder Visored growling in return. Removing his fingers from her warmth, he hitched her dress up around her waist, nearly tearing off her panties as she let his cock go to push her pants down, feeling him from them.

“So damn needy,” Shinji teased, tugging his pants further so that he was fully exposed and ready to give her what she had demanded for so prettily.

“And you’re a fucking tease,” Ichigo huffed at him, her eyes half lidded as she reached down to curl her hand around his length once more, stroking her hand up and down slowly.

“That I am,” Shinji chuckled, pulling her hand away from his cock with a smirk. Shifting, he pressed against her entrance, eyes watching her face as he slid into her until he couldn’t go any further, stretching and filling her. Ichigo moaned, her long legs wrapping around his waist and drawing him closer.

“Oh, damn, yes,” she breathed out, her eyes falling shut as her hips twitched under Shinji, her entrance tightening around the cock that had been buried in her. Shinji just smirked wider as his eyes flashed, his reiatsu flaring as he slowly pulled back, pausing when the flared head of his cock resting just inside of her body.

Waiting until she started to make soft begging sounds and tried to writhe, finding that one hand on her hip held her still easily, he growled and slammed forward. The choked moan coaxed him to move in and out of her at a fast, hard pace, stopping only long enough to sit up on his knees and pull Ichigo into his lap, making her ride him. With his hands holding her hips tightly, he rocked in and out of her wetness, feeling Ichigo tighten around him in response to the depth that they could get, her head thrown back in pleasure.

“Fuck, yes,” Shinji growled, burying his face into Ichigo’s neck, sucking on the skin there. She clawed at his back as her sounds of pleasure got louder with each slam of his cock into her body. Her scream of delighted pleasure as she came made Shinji groan, feeling her tighten again around his cock, following her.

Panting into her neck, he laid her back onto the couch, still buried deep in her as they slowly came down from their high. Rubbing a hand over one trembling thigh, Shinji had to smile at the soft, content sounds that were coming from her. Leaning on one elbow, he smiled smugly at the half-lidded eyes that glowed with her pleasure.

“Well, that was a very welcomed surprise. You never showed that you were attracted to men,” he drawled, Ichigo chuckling as he gently drew out of her.

“I can tell you right now that I am a happily mostly pan male, when I am male, since I could never stand the thought of taking a woman in a sexual sense. Just didn’t seem appealing. But as a woman, I’m happily fully pansexual apparently,” she said, Shinji’s eyes trailing down over her body. His fingers trailed over the slowly forming bruises that came from where he had gripped at her in his lust. “Well, looks like I’m bruised again. If I didn’t know any better, I would say that I’m easily bruised.”

“I have a feeling that it’ll only really happen after a good hard round of sex,” Shinji drawled, stealing a kiss before he sat up again. “If you want to use the shower, you know where my room is.”

“What? You’re not going to join me?” she teased, Shinji leering down at her.

“Well, I don’t want to make you too sore that you can’t play with Kensei-kun,” he cooed. Ichigo laughed as she sat up and shoved at his face before she stood up, wrinkling her nose at the stickiness between her legs.

“Alright, I’m showering. And you’re very lucky that I stashed another pair of undies in my purse. Seeing as I keep getting pounced,” she grumped teasingly, picking up her dirty dusky rose-colored panties. Giving him a look, which had Shinji returning it with a smile, Ichigo rolled her eyes and pulled off her dress and bra, uncaring about being nude in front of him.

She stopped by the room that was hers while she was there and grabbed one of her old shirts and pants that she had left the last time she had been there to train. Pausing as she dug around in the closet, she smirked and decided that she wanted to borrow one of Kensei’s shirts instead of using her own. Stopping by his room to get one of his shirts, she walked to Shinji’s bathroom and put the clothes on the sinks counter, noting that Kensei had a few of his things in there.

While she was doing that, Kensei walked back into the warehouse, raising an eyebrow at finding that Shinji was lounging on the couch, cock still out of his pants, and the faint sound of the washer going. Raising an eyebrow, he smiled at his sometimes lover, leaning against the door jamb as Shinji watched him. “Did you have fun while I was gone?” he asked.

“Oh fuck yes, I did. I’ve also discovered that our sweet Ichi-chan is pan as a chick and happily mostly gay when she is actually a he,” Shinji drawled as he stretched his arms over his head. “and is no longer a virgin. Especially with how un-shy she can be when you get her going.”

“Yep, sounds like you had a lot of fun,” Kensei chuckled, smirking at the smug look that settled on Shinji’s face again. “I think though that I’ll go join Ichi-chan in her shower,” he said, pushing away from the frame, tilting his head and listening to the water of a running shower.

“I highly doubt that she’ll complain,” Shinji stated, waving a hand as he got comfortable on the couch once more, waiting for the washer to finish. Smirking, Kensei headed up to the shower, keeping his steps light. Slipping into the bathroom, he paused to look at her as he closed the door behind him.

Ichigo was standing under the flow of hot water, her skin flushed pink from the water, steam floating around her. She was working some shampoo through water darkened locks, more water sliding down over her body in trails. Kensei followed one drop as it worked its way down her collarbone, towards the gentle swell of one breast before it fell off a perked nipple.

His eyes trailed lower over her body, watching as a slim, lightly muscled stomach twitched before his gaze slid down to curved hips and muscled legs. The smoothness between her legs made him choke on his own spit at the thought that she had shaved. And most likely as a guy.

“Kensei!” Ichigo yelped, finally noticing that he was in the shower and staring at her. He had to leer at the way that her chest bounced as she jumped slightly, turning to face him fully.

“Hi there, Ichi-chan,” Kensei greeted, his voice a purring drawl. It didn’t take him long to pull of his clothes, noticing that Ichigo was avidly watching him, her brown eyes dragging over his body as it was exposed. “I thought that I would join ya.”

“I’m not finding anything about that idea to complain about,” Ichigo hummed as she opened the shower door to allow Kensei to step in. Closing the door behind him, Kensei pulled her close, his hands sliding down her back as they stepped under the fall of water again.

“That’s good then,” he said, his eyes sparkling as Ichigo smiled up at him, her own hands running up his chest. Long fingers played over his pecs, down past his nipples and onto tease his stomach. Kensei’s own fingers found their way lower to cup her ass, pulling her closer to his body.

“You need to get clean,” she finally said, Kensei smiling down at her.

“Are ya gonna give me a bath?” he asked, squeezing her ass before massaging it gently, loving the way she pressed into his hands.

“Of course I am,” she purred. Stepping away slightly, she grabbed what she knew to be one of Kensei’s wash clothes and his body soap. Pouring some of the soap onto the cloth, she smoothed it over her partner’s body, washing away the sweat that he had gotten from his hollow hunt, arousing him at the same time.

Kneeling down, sending him a smirk as she did so, she ran the washcloth over the skin of his groin, purposefully missing the hard cock that was twitching at her. Kensei watched her move down over his legs and feet before she got him to turn around so she could work her way back up.

“Are you done?” he asked when he heard her stand up and pull him back under the spray.

“Yes. At least with cleaning your body,” Ichigo said, looking down at his now fully hard prick, smirking. “Not so done with other things.”

“You are such a fucking tease,” Kensei chuckled as he drew Ichigo out of the shower, turning off the water before they stepped out onto the floor rug. Grabbing a towel, he worked it over her still short hair, drying it as much as he could with the fluffy fabric. Working his way down her body, he teased her body even as he worked on drying her. He smirked as she let out the occasional gasp and sigh of pleasure as he worked.

“I can’t help but wonder just where you plan on having me,” she sighed as she leant into his touches, her own hands filled with another towel, swiping at what skins he could reach.

“I figured that I would take you on my bed actually,” Kensei drawled as he hauled her into his arms, making her wrap her legs around his waist. Chuckling at the fierce glare that he got for his move, he proceeded to carry her through Shinji’s room and into his own room, kicking the door closed behind him. Ichigo rolled her eyes as she smiled indulgently as she looked around the room.

Much like Kensei, the room was simple, with a dresser, a couple of bedside tables, a desk that held his laptop and a large bed in the middle of the room. The furniture was all made up of the same rich wood, a kind that would be sturdy enough to withstand their upcoming activities and more.

The bed was covered by a soft, thick blanket in a dark gray color, the pillows piled high against the headboard. Under the bed was a giant floor rug the color of dark wine, the rest of it a dark wood flooring that matched the furniture.

“Why haven’t I ever seen your room before now?” Ichigo asked, running a hand through his silver hair, tugging on a bit of it with a leer.

“I never thought that I would be able to get you into my bed,” Kensei drawled. He was rather enjoying the soft curves that were tempered by strong muscles resting against his body. He would have enjoyed Ichigo’s body when she was a he, but at the moment, he wasn’t going to complain. Especially not with the way her breast filled his hand, drawing a moan from her that sent heat through his body.

“You never asked me to join you,” Ichigo drawled, getting a low growl as the man flicked her nipple with a thumb. “Or even showed me that you were interested in me,” she teased. Kensei leered and dropped them onto the bed in retaliation, lowering his mouth to suck on the nipple. Sighing, she bowed up into the taunting mouth, Kensei tweaking and teasing it with his tongue and teeth.

“Yeah, but I have you in my bed now,” he said after he had pulled off of the nipple with a pop, leaving it flushed and swollen from his attentions. Feeling his enjoyment of the breathy chuckle that he got, he slid further down her body, his mouth tasting sweet, clean skin. Ichigo sighed happily above him, pressing up into his body, her fingers burying into soft hair and tugging at it as he continued to tease all the right spots to draw mewls and moans out of her.

Moving back up, he sucked at another nipple as his hand slipped down between her legs, fingers sliding through slickness, finding her wet and oh so ready for him as she jerked under the touch. Laughing softly against her breast, he moved back down again, settling between her legs as he dipped his tongue into the indent of her belly button, his fingers finding their way into her body and starting an easy movement.

She surprised him when she shifted, using her food to shove at his shoulder, her other foot tugging his leg closer to her reaching hand, moving him around so that she could wiggle under him, face to groin.

“Fucking finally,” Ichigo chuckled, looking down her body at Kensei, who was just gazing up at her with a curious look on his face. Smirking, she snaked her tongue out and lapped at the tip of his cock, getting a quiet groan. “Please don’t stop on my account. I’ve learned that this is fun for both parties,” she purred, opening her mouth and sliding the length into it, going as far as she could before pulling back with an easy suck.

Kensei growled, hips twitching at the wet heat around his cock before he shifted slightly, lifting her hips up so that he could lap at her core, getting a whimper as her body twitched around his returning fingers. Finding the rhythm that he had before being moved around, he added his mouth to the teasing, working her into a writhing mess as her mouth continued to suck and lick. One hand stroked over the part of his cock that she couldn’t fit, stroking and squeezing, testing what got the best sounds from him.

Pulling his fingers out, groaning softly as she sucked hard, he moved to replace them with his tongue, Ichigo’s hips curling upwards as she cried out around his length. Moaning, he twitched his hips, heavily leaking already, the agile tongue catching it all.

Working her over with his tongue and fingers, Kensei moaned when she finally came, lapping up the sweetness that flooded his tongue before he pulled away to growl and look up her body. Watching her continue to suck on him, her lips stretched wide around his length, he came, toes curling at seeing her swallow his come as she started to come down from her climax. Pulling away gently, he sat up next to her, smiling as she licked her lips like the cat that had gotten the cream.

“Enjoy yourself there?” he asked.

“Very much so.”

“Tired? Sore?”

“Tired, just a little. Sore, no,” she sighed as she sat up lazily. “I need to brush my teeth. After all of that, I really don’t like the fuzzy mouth feeling it leaves,” she said, getting a low chuckle.

“I’ll bring you some mouthwash, and a toothbrush while you relax,” Kensei offered, laying a chaste kiss on her lips before standing, walking into the bathroom. After washing his face and his own mouth out, he walked back in with the offered items, including a small bowl to spit into, allowing Ichigo to clean her mouth out. “Come on. I’m sure your family will understand you crashing her for the night. I’ll give them a call later when I go make dinner.”

“Thanks,” Ichigo sighed as she flopped back onto the bed again, unconcerned with getting her clothes. Curling up onto her side as Kensei set an alarm, she snagged a thick pillow to use, she sighed as Kensei slid up behind her and threw one arm over her waist. Falling into a light doze, she barely twitched when she felt Shinji sliding into bed with them, pressing her between their bodies.

“I stuck her dress into the dryer with another load,” Shinji said quietly, smoothing her mussed hair down as Kensei rumbled in return.

“Good. Did you call her family?” he asked, getting a nod from the blond. “We’ll wake her up in a while for dinner and then show her the delights of having two Visored lovers in the same bed,” he smirked, Shinji chuckling softly.
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