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A Sexy Bleach Choose-Your-Own Halloween Adventure	By : GroovyGondolas Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 4320 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“AH! THE PIZZA MAN! YOU’VE CASED MY HOUSE AND HAVE COME BACK TO MURDER ME IN A VAMPIRE COSTUME!!!” You shout, wishing you still kept that hammer in your bedside table for this exact type of situation. You settle on throwing your alarm clock at him, which, despite still being plugged in to the wall, expertly connects with his face. He lets out a grunt of pain as it lands on the floor, “Like a Virgin” starting to play tinnily through the smashed speakers.
“Oh HELL no!” You yell, standing up on your mattress and holding up your pillow for protection, “I’m not getting murdered to Madonna. Cher, maybe, but not Madonna. And DEFINITELY not to this song.”
The intruder lets out another yelp as you bean the pillow at his head, replacing it with a much more dangerous copy of Stephen King’s It, the hardcover version. It’s like holding an armored phonebook. “You better transylvania twist the fuck out of my house, Pizza Murder Man, or I will smack you over the head with this. And you certainly don’t want that to happen, as this book is extremely heavy and unwieldy to read.”
“Wait! Wait!” He shouts, taking a step back, shielding his bruised head, “I didn’t come here to murder you!”
You don’t lower your weapon/weird book by even an inch. “You’re damn right you’re not going to murder me! I gave you like a 25% tip, you dick! Now get out of my house!”
“I can explain!” He cries out from beneath his arms, protecting his face. You look skeptical, but you’ve always been a sucker for brown, wait, blood red, eyes?
“You’ve got until the end of the chorus, Nosfer-rude-to.” You say, still suspicious.
He straightens a bit now that you’re holding off on the threat of death by 1138 pages of Stephen King. “I just came in here to… drink your blood, a little bit.”
“Wow. You’re right. Getting my blood sucked out by a weirdo sex pervert who has broken into my house and thinks he’s some kind of vampire is a massive improvement over being just straight up murdered. Please, allow my to apologize for my overreaction.”
“Really?” he asks, hopefully.
“NO!” you shriek, tomahawking the heavy book straight at his face. You race over to your bedroom door, hoping to make an escape, but in a flash of black he beats you to it. In another flash, you find yourself on your back, on your mattress, ICHIGO THE VAMPIRE holding you in place. He leans down, way closer to your neck than you would like any home invader, vampire or otherwise.
“It’s not a costume,” he whispers, fixing his ruby red eyes on yours, “I am a vampire. And you welcomed me in earlier, so now I’m going to make you my first victim.”
Your thoughts race as you wait for the sharp pinch of teeth being closed around your carotid artery. How had it come to this? You made all of the right choices. You didn’t go waltzing in to any horror movie scenarios, or if you did, you at least made a nice, clean getaway. You managed to dodge any evil scientists, monsters, demons, or creepy woodland cults this night could have thrown at you, and still you find yourself in a wacky Halloween situation. Rats.
The vampire’s hands begin to wander all over your body. You hold your breath in anticipation of his pointed fangs puncturing your tender flesh as his warm fingers brush past your hips, your waist, up and under your shirt to remove your bra. Okay, try and remove your bra. Awkwardly fumble with the clasp on your bra.
“Um… don’t take this the wrong way, but do you know what you’re doing back there?” you ask after a few more moments of Man vs. Underwire. ICHIGO THE VAMPIRE looks up at you, face pink with embarrassment.
“Of course I do!” he says, unconvincingly. You raise a skeptical eyebrow.
“Uh huh. So then this bra has just wronged you in the past and you are trying to torture it into submission.”
“Um… yes?”
“Get up,” you say with an exasperated sigh. He looks at you but doesn’t move, thoroughly confused expression on his face. “Well come on! If we’re doing the whole ‘vampire seduces his victim’ thing I at least want to spare my underwear from any unnecessary mutilation.”
He sits up obediently, moving off to the side. Your hands pause on the hooks behind your back. “Hang on,” you say, eyeballing him suspiciously, “Aren’t you like fifteen?”
The vampire kneeling in front of you flashes a pointed, boyish grin. “No, I’m one hundred and fifteen. That’s why I look like literally no fifteen-year-old boy ever.“
“Makes sense,” you shrug, deftly removing your bra from under your t-shirt. His face gets even redder as he swallows nervously. “You’ve never done this before, have you?” you ask accusingly. He starts to stammer out a reply but you cut him off.
“Here’s what: Because you’re cute, if you promise not to kill me I’ll give you a nice little hands on crash course in sex ed. Deal?”
ICHIGO THE VAMPIRE looks down, embarrassed, and nods his head.
“Alright!” you smile. He’s adorable when he blushes. You pounce on him like a cat on a toy mouse. “First order of business: too many clothes.” Sitting on his hips you quickly dispense with his shirt. You remove yours as well, giggling when his eyes widen at the sight of your bare chest. You lean foreword and kiss him, flicking your tongue experimentally over the sharp points of his teeth. You snake your hands down over his warm, muscled torso and begin to undo the buckle on his belt, smiling when he lets out a hiss of pleasure as you brush against the bulge in the front of his pants.
The vampire practically jumps out of his skin when you free his cock from his boxers and draw the tip into your mouth. He sits up halfway off of the mattress, fingers knotting in the sheets, as you work your lips up and down on his hard shaft. You swirl your tongue around the sensitive head, hand stroking up and down in a complimentary rhythm.
Suddenly he lets out a ragged moan and jerks his pelvis forward, spilling hot cum into your mouth. “Hey!” you sputter, “Lesson number two: a little warning would be nice.”
“Sorry!” he pants, looking genuinely apologetic. “That just felt really good. I’ve never had anyone –“
“That’s alright,” you smile wickedly. “Lesson number three: a gentleman always reciprocates.”
With all the grace of a ballerina-turned-stripper you quickly shimmy out of your pajama bottoms and lay a palm on ICHIGO THE VAMPIRE’S bare chest, gently guiding him to lay flat on his back on the mattress. You lean down for another hot, deep kiss before swinging a leg up and over his body to straddle his torso.
“Now,” you say, smiling down at him. His eyes are the size of dinner plates. “I know this might seem a little intimidating at first, but I know you can do it.” You scoot your hips forward, reaching down to wrap his arms around your thighs. He seems transfixed by the sight of your naked sex. In retrospect, it’s probably the first time he’s been so up close and personal with anybody’s nether regions.
“Um…s-so do I just…?” he stammers.
“Here, just do what you want with your tongue and I’ll tell you what feels good. And remember, no teeth.”
He nods breathlessly and pushes your thighs and pelvis towards his waiting mouth. It soon becomes clear that while he may lack experience and skill, he more than makes up for it with raw enthusiasm.
“Mmhmm, right there,” you moan when his warm tongue slides past a particularly sensitive spot. You have to force yourself from knotting your fingers in his hair and taking total control. After all, you don’t want to overwhelm him. Instead, you entwine your fingers with his on one hand and reach back to stroke at his cock, which has returned to standing at full attention.
He stops working his mouth against you to gasp as you give the tip of his member a firm squeeze. “Are you all right down there?” you ask with a grin.
“A-amazing,” he stammers, flashing you a fanged smile.
“Good.” You say, moving back to straddle his hips, his erect shaft standing stiffly against your backside. You enjoy the look of disappointment he gives you when you remove yourself from his mouth. “Don’t worry, I can give you some more in-depth lessons later. But this is a crash course, remember?” He nods, moving back on the bed a bit to lean up against the headboard in a half sitting position. “Now, for the main event!”
You try and take in every subtle facial expression, every small hitch of breath he makes, as you guide his stiff cock inside of you. You especially relish the tiny whimper of pleasure he makes when you engulf him completely, his mouth slightly open and his eyes screwed tightly shut. You lean forward and kiss him lightly on the forehead, cupping his cheek with your hand. “Ready?” you ask softly, looking into his scarlet eyes.
He nods his head in assent, wrapping his arms around your waist. Gently you begin to rock your hips against him, increasing the force of your movement when he begins to move his own body in response. You can hear his breath growing shallow as you work your bodies against one another, enjoying the contact of skin against skin and the pleasure building in your bellies.
His grip on you tightens and his thrusts become stronger and more erratic. “Ah!” He pants, gasping for air, “I think I’m going to-!” and with a cry he crushes your body against his, burying his face in your neck as he climaxes. He holds you close, breath coming in ragged bursts as you feel his muscles spasm beneath you.
You wrap your arms around his neck, cradling his head against your breast until he falls back, collapsing exhausted against the pillows. “That was- that was incredible!” he says, staring up at the ceiling as you gently move off of him. He reaches up, captures your cheek with his hand and draws you in for a long, appreciative kiss. “Thank you.” He says huskily, face still flushed.
“Believe me, the pleasure was all mine,” you say, returning the kiss. You grab a blanket to throw over the two of you, and cuddle up against his chest. You allow yourself to doze for a bit when you feel him gently shaking your shoulder.
“I have to go,” he says, looking guiltily towards the sky outside that has started to turn the threatening pink of dawn.
“So that part about vampires and the sun really is true, huh?” you ask, sitting up next to him.
“Unfortunately, yes” he says sadly.
“Hey, cheer up!” you say, wrapping your arm around his broad shoulders. “There’s always tomorrow night. And, if you promise not to drink my blood, I promise to show you all kinds of fun stuff.”
“Really?” he says brightly, “that would be wonderful.” ICHIGO THE VAMPIRE leans down to press his lips against yours.
“Hey,” you say with a smile, “if this is what I get to do to stop you from drinking all of my blood and turning me into one of the undead, anytime.”
THE END.
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