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Whisper To Me	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9092 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Title: Whisper to Me

Fandom: Bleach/Kuroshitsuji

Part: 39

Characters: Ikkaku, Uryu, Yumichika, Orihime

Word count: 3,195

Warnings: So much sex.

AN: That's a way to kick off the climax of the story. *chuckles* Enjoy all!
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“Why is it that we’re here?” Ikkaku grunted as he brushed a hand over his head, scowling unhappily as his eyes scanned the area before him. Yumichika snorted as he stood next to his friend and shrugged one shoulder.
“I have no idea but we need to find these people,” he drawled, waving the papers with the pictures on it before his friend’s face. Ikkaku grunted and took the papers, staring at the faces before cocking an eyebrow.
“They’re all pretty. Who the fucking hell are we looking for? Brothel workers who escaped?” he asked. He gave Yumichika a look that spoke of his anger about being out when he could be kicking the Eleventh Divisioners asses around once more.
“Really, Ikkaku, how crass can you be?” Yumichika snorted, shaking his head with an amused look on his face as he gazed at the pictures again. “But yes, we are to look for these people and catch them in one piece,” he stated, smiling at his friend and using the papers as a fan.
“You can’t tell me that you’re not thinkin’ the same damn thing. I mean look at these people. A is androgynous with a masculine flair, B has boobs nearly as big as Matsumoto's, C is a pretty boy just as much as you are and D looks like he came from the love canal from Hell,” Ikkaku snarked, Yumichika rolling his eyes in some amusement. “For fuck’s sake, Yumi, they’re brothel workers wanna-be’s,” he groaned. “A lower seat could kick their ass and hand them over.”
“Are you denying a possible fight?” Yumichika asked, not agreeing or disagreeing with his friend’s observations.
“Nah, not really,” Ikkaku sighed, rubbing at his face. “I just hate waiting, you know that,” he grunted, lacing his fingers behind his head and looking out over the maze that was the Seireitei’s inter-division pathways. “It always annoys the hell out of me.”
“I know, I know, Ikkaku,” Yumichika hummed, patting his arm. “If you’re good you’ll get happy tonight,” he promised, getting leered at. They were far from being a couple but they were good friends, and often found release and comfort within each others arms. It worked for them and had been working for them for many years now.
“Promises, promises,” Ikkaku chuckled, getting an amused look from Yumichika before a flash of soft caramel orange color that grabbed their attention. As one, they turned to find out what the color was and found two of their targets. Target B and target C were standing near a split, looking down the two ways before frowning down at a cell phone that the red headed female held.
“I think his information is a bit out of date,” the girl mused, getting a snort from her companion as he shook his head.
“No, no, Orihime-chan, it’s up to date. Yoruichi-san was the one to gather it all for us before we came,” the male stated, tapping his fingers on one hip before taking the phone and pressing a button on the phone and smirking when it flashed before lighting back up with whatever it was that they were looking at. “See? We took a left turn where we should have taken a right,” he said.
“Ah, I do see, Ishida-kun” the girl, now named Orihime, said, looking down the two offered ways. “We need to go right I think.”
“We do,” the male, now named Ishida, replied, nodding his head and turning that way with her. “Then we’ll get to the point that we were supposed to be at,” he continued, Orihime nodding her head with a smile.
“Yes, come on,” Orihime chirped, Ikkaku and Yumichika sharing amused looks and following after them. The two friends could feel some power coming off of the two ryoka, but not a whole lot. Nodding, they started to stalk after the two, following them through the streets at a discreet distance before Orihime and Uryu split up and headed down two different streets.
“The fuck are they doing?” Ikkaku grunted, eyebrows furrowing together as they watched the two take their differentiating paths, Ishida pulling out his own phone.
“I have no idea but I have a feeling that we’re going to need to split up from here,” Yumichika drawled, brushing his hair back with a snort and a shake of his head. “Come on, let’s get this shit done,” he sighed, Ikkaku grunting in agreement.
“I’ll take this Ishida character, you take the chick,” Ikkaku finally said, Yumichika nodding his head and taking off after Orihime. Sighing, the third seat followed after Ishida, bounding after him until he came to a stop with a frown on his face, having lost the black haired human male. “Where the fuck did you go you little bastard?” he snarled, jerking as a soft laugh echoed around him.
“Poor little fooled, Shinigami, chasing after a human who got in much too easily.” The words were purred, echoing around him and he noticed that there were seal markers on the walls, making him curse for not having noticed it before. “But I am not just any human male, young as I may be,” the voice continued.
“Just how young are ya?” Ikkaku asked, eyebrows furrowing together as he looked around before edging to where he could see one of the wards and reached out, touching it. He blinked when all it did was ripple a little, bouncing back from his touch.
“You’ll find that you won’t be able to get out of the barrier. Demon made barriers apparently are quite different than say a kido barrier or say a Grim Reapers barrier,” Uryu drawled before a blue arrow shot out towards Ikkaku, making the man yelp and dodge out of the way. Staring at where it had landed, the other man rubbed at his neck and rolled his shoulders.
“Well, damn, you’re not all that weak now are you?” Ikkaku drawled, blinking when the young male appeared before him, smirking and fingers stroking over the warding.
“No, not really,” Uryu drawled, bringing up his bow and pulling back on the spirit string, letting loose a barrage of arrows, making Ikkaku dodge each of them with a yelp.
Ikkaku could feel his blood start to pound as he flipped and dodged, finding that the rooftops within the area was a good place to use to get away from the arrows. He leered at the smirking male, wondering what he could get away with before taking the other in.
“Aww, you’re not playing fair. I can’t attack you but you can attack me?” he teased, cackling as an arrow sliced into his kosode and dissipated into the barrier around them.
“Oh, I am playing fair. I could always stick you to the wall and...have my way with you before I surrender,” Ishida drawled, smirking at him.
“Surrender? Are you really going to do that?” Ikkaku asked, gazing at the other with a thoughtful look on his face.
Ishida hummed and ran his eyes over his body, hips canting to one side as he shrugged. “I am. But...I find myself not wanting to speak with you so much as to...get my hands on you,” he purred, one side of his bangs falling over his eyes, his glasses sparkling in the light.
“Oh? Is that so?” Ikkaku asked, watching Ishida release his bow, the blue energy dissipating into the air around them as he smirked.
“Yes, that’s so,” Ishida drawled, reaching out with one hand, the tips of his fingers glowing blue as he touched the ward on the wall. Ikkaku yelped when suddenly he felt something like bands wrap around his wrists and pull him back against the wall, holding his arms down by his side. Looking down, he noticed that the bonds were the same blue as Ishida’s arrows and bow. “You see, I may have a relationship going on but we all know that it’s quite open until I either get the one that I want or until I find someone who can steal my heart. Whatever comes first really.”
Ikkaku raised an eyebrow before leering as Ishida reached out with one gloved hand and trailed his fingers over the part of his chest that was exposed to his view. “Well then, what is it that you’re plannin’ on doin’?” he drawled, Ishida looking amused by his words as his fingers parted the two layers of Ikkaku’s top to tease down to the man’s belly button.
“I plan on doing a lot of things actually,” Ishida drawled, smirking at the other man as his fingers dipped down under the hakama tie. Ikkaku shuddered slightly and growled at the teasing touch, feeling his battle readiness turn to something a little more lustful. Ishida smiled as he flicked his eyes up to the man, amused by the fact that he could feel the shift easily.
“I see. So, you want a fuck before you give yourself over. Tell me why you’re just giving yourself up first?” Ikkaku asked, Ishida smiling slightly as his hand moved lower. The hand disappeared for a moment, the gloves hitting the ground for a moment before coming back to continue teasing over his skin.
“It’s part of the plan,” Ishida chuckled as his hand finally reached lower and curled around the hard prick that he found, stroking and scattering all thought from Ikkaku’s mind. The younger males hands were soft, well taken cared of but calloused in a way that he was used to. Ikkaku grunted and thrust forward into the touch as Ishida hummed, pressing a kiss to his collarbone, hand stroking and caressing in just the right way to drag sounds of pleasure from the other man.
Letting his head thump against the wall behind him, Ikkaku groaned softly as he watched the dark headed male pull his top from the waist band of his hakama, loving the contrast of their skin tone when the hand that wasn’t hidden by his bottoms was sliding over his side. “Fuck if you’re not a tease,” he growled, getting smirked at by the Quincy.
“So I’ve been told,” Ishida said, sliding down, scraping his teeth along the other man’s body, just teasing him, his hand continuing to stroke over his hardness. Ikkaku groaned as the slim male fell to his knees, pulling his hand free as he loosened the tie that held up his hakama, tugging them down with a leer up at the panting man. “But then again, I do come through on what I tease and promise,” he drawled, getting a shudder from his captive. His hand once more curled around the hard prick and stroked slowly, his tongue darting out to lap at the tip with a purr. Ikkaku let loose an impressive string of curses, shuddering hard under the slick touch, thrusting forward, wanting more of that knowing tongue.
“Fuck, but you are really good at that,” he groaned, shuddering hard as Ishida continued to tease his length.
“If I let you go, will you be a good boy and fuck me?” Ishida asked, eyes glinting as he trailed his tongue up the underside of his new partner’s prick to the tip before taking the tip into his mouth and sucking on it. Ikkaku grunted and nodded his head, wanting nothing more than to fuck the Quincy against the wall. Smirking, the young male reached over and stroked the fingers of his free hand over the bindings around Ikkaku's wrists. Groaning as he was released and the hot little mouth slid over him, dragging a moan from him as his fingers buried themselves into soft hair.
Rocking in time with the sucking, knowing mouth, Ikkaku groaned as he let Ishida take control for the moment, blood heating as the younger male showed just how talented he was with his mouth. “Fuck, you are beyond good,” he groaned, eyes half lidded as he stared down at Ishida, shuddering as he rocked his hips forward, watching as his prick disappeared into the sucking, licking mouth.
Pulling away from his treat, Ishida stood as he tugged his other glove off, dropping it to the ground for the moment before he reached into a pocket and pulled out a small tube. “Now, I think you promised to fuck me against a wall?” he purred.
Ikkaku leered and took the bottle, noting that it was a lubricant, one that Yumichika had brought from the living world once to try out. Smirking, he watched as Ishida pulled his pants off after kicking off his shoes, reaching forward to grab the Quincy and yank him up into his arms, feeling long legs wrap around his waist to rub their bodies together. “I did promise,” he chuckled as he slicked his fingers and brought them to the ring of muscles, teasing them gently.
Ishida moaned softly, eyes closing as he was pressed up against the wall and his body relaxed under the searching fingers. “Fuck yes,” he groaned as the finger slid past the muscles easily, stroking along sensitive nerves.
“Such a dirty little mouth,” Ikkaku growled in one ear, rubbing his prick against the younger males, getting a hiss as his finger worked in and out.
“You like it,” Ishida hissed, nipping at a bit of skin as his shirt was shoved up out of the bald mans way so he could easily work a second finger in beside the first.
“Yeah, I do, pretty boy,” Ikkaku growled, nipping at the curve of Ishida’s ear as he stretched his fingers wide, trying to get his partner as stretched as possible. He was rough but he wasn’t the type to fuck someone bloody, not like some he knew and had taken out over the years. As it was, the human was riding his fingers, groaning and hissing softly as his hips rocked down to meet each thrust of his fingers. It was heating his blood and making him want to do nothing more than bury himself into the tight heat around his fingers.
“Fuck, please say you’re ready,” Ikkaku whined softly as he thrust a third finger into the tightness that was sucking his fingers inwards, spreading them as fast as he could but still opening the other man up for what was to come.
Ishida responded with a hissed “Yes,” and scratched his nails down the other’s back, drawing a growl from the other man as he removed his fingers from the grasping muscles. Taking the small thing of lube, he slicked his own hand and reached between them to coat the erection that he wanted to feel, making sure that every inch was thoroughly coated.
Grunting once as he hitched his new partner up higher, Ikkaku shifted enough so that the tip of his cock pressed up against the stretched hole, pressing Ishida down onto his prick. Ishida groaned and let his head tip back against the wall, shuddering heavily as his body burned with the entry. Both of them sighed softly once they were fully connected, the bald male waiting until he twitched and clenched around his length, snarling at him to move. Grunting, Ikkaku did so, pulling out until just the flared head of his prick was in the other before thrusting upwards, making Ishida bounce and use his legs to help in their pace.
Ishida tossed his head back at the friction, rocking his hips in time as teeth came down to tease over his skin, his shirt getting tugged down so that they could leave sensitive marks over the pale skin. A long fingered hand ran up his neck and over the back of his head, nails scratching every so slightly over the back of his head, prompting Ikkaku to thrust harder in and out of the other male. One hand held tight to a strong thigh and the other held onto one hip to help the movements between them.
Opening his eyes enough to watch as Ishida reached between them and curl his fingers around his own prick, Ikkaku groaned and started to move faster in and out of the pliant body, having no doubt that he was leaving bruises behind but not really caring. He was loving the fact that he was able to fuck without holding back. Ishida was giving as much as he was taking, scratching and growling and begging for more, their climax’s curling and tightening, the Quincy the first of them to fall over the edge and spill over his hand.
Ikkaku cursed loudly as he followed after, slicking the clenching entrance with his own come, shuddering as Ishida sighed softly in pleasure. “Damn,” the bald male breathed out, feeling contentment spreading through him as his partner hummed in agreement.
“Yeah,” Ishida chuckled, wiggling slightly before glaring to where he could feel the Shinigami that had been with Ikkaku and Orihime coming closer. “We have company,” he sighed, feeling Ikkaku slide out of him with a wet pop. “Luckily enough for us, they are still far enough away from us so that we can get dressed.”
“Can you tell me why you guys are here?” Ikkaku asked as he watched Ishida pull out a bit of cloth and start to clean up with a wrinkle of his nose. He looked down and sighed when Ishida offered the piece of cloth with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah, thanks.”
“You’re welcome. If you want to know why we’re here...well, it’s because we’re here to find the ones that killed a close friend’s family and to stop the idiots who orchestrated it,” Ishida hummed softly, pulling on his pants and straightening out his clothes as Ikkaku did the same thing.
“Yeah?” Ikkaku asked, cocking an eyebrow at the other as he found the seki-seki cuffs that everyone had been given and holding them up. “Sorry, but I need ta do it,” he said, Ishida shrugging one shoulder.
“No worries,” Ishida hummed, holding out his wrists and allowing the cuffs to be placed on them. “And yes, that’s what we’re here to do. Clearing out the darkness is just a pleasant side effect,” he drawled, tearing down the warding strips, the two watching as they went up in flames. “Be careful though that you are not caught in the cross-hairs and be careful on who you speak with. I believe that your taicho and your friend are two that were put on our safe list,” he stated.
“I will be,” Ikkaku promised before Yumichika and Orihime appeared, the beautiful male pouting at having his fight taken away from him.
“I can’t believe that you just turned around and gave up after leading me on a merry chase,” Yumichika whined, not acknowledging what he had been told by her, play acting as he eyed his friend and his captive. The two men shared a knowing smirking as Ishida and Orihime shared smiles, both agreeing on a job well done.
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