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A Shadow of What Was	By : katami Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 49594 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author's Notes: Here is the promised Zangetsu/Shirosaki/Benihime chapter. If yaoi, het, threesomes, or that pairing bothers you, leave now. Remember, I take no blame for people not reading the warnings. We are all adults and can take a little responsibility for our own actions.

I'm glad everyone enjoyed the Quincy smut and had Ichigo been awake there would have been much yelling and pounding on the walls.

Once again, I would like to thank all the people reading this story, it is becoming quite an undertaking and I appreciate that - still going to get you one shot people a support group. And I would especially like to thank those who have taken the time to review, knowing my work is enjoyed always brings a smile to my face.

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Urahara was one fucked up son of a bitch. If he hadn't been completely sure of the fact before, one visit to his soul would have confirmed it, thought Shirosaki. He sat panting in Benihime's garden, jerked back from Urahara's soul to Ichigo's once more. He was getting stronger, able to linger in the other soulscape for longer periods, but he still ultimately had to return to Ichigo.

He wasn't sure why he bothered exploring the blonde's soul so tenaciously other than sheer stubbornness. He had been back numerous times but had learned nothing and had not been able to notice any lessening of the fog. He had seen the Captain a few times, but gave him a wide berth, not wanting to draw attention to his visits; some instinct also warned him that the Captain could - and would - hurt him. He had seen the boy too - still locked within his little prison at the crossroads. Once or twice, through the fog, he had seen old Hat-n-Clogs dozing. He was almost ready to shake the bastard awake just to make it stop raining in his stupid king's soul. But instinct again intervened and warned him that waking Hat-n-Clogs wouldn't be wise.

Memories were like any other power and triggering them too soon might well damage the kid. And he didn't want to explain to Benihime or Ichigo how he had fucked up Urahara - neither would be terribly understanding.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and glared angrily up at the cloudy sky and the light drizzling rain that was falling on him. It was no longer pouring, but it was still raining. "I still find it hard to believe that you and Zangetsu cannot find anything to recommend the rain even a little," murmured Benihime, stealing up next to him.

Shirosaki glanced at her before glaring at the sky. "It's cold and fucking wet," he growled in annoyance, not bothering to mention that Ichigo hated the rain and so they did as well.

He could all but hear Benihime's smile, that subtle twist of her lips. Unlike he and Zangetsu, Urahara's sword didn't seem to mind the rain, treating it as a novelty that she had yet to grow sick of. "Are you telling me, you can't find even one thing to like about this?" she asked, slipping around to stand before him. Her hair was loose, falling to her hips in a smooth wave, the water had darkened it from vermilion to crimson, and Shirosaki stared at it. Even now, seeing Benihime with her hair loose was something to savor. She smiled at him and slid her gown off, letting the red and gold cloth pool at her feet. Water misted her body, adding a shin to the smooth golden skin and holding Shirosaki riveted.

He reached out for her, running a hand possessively up her calf, enjoying the way her eyes slid to half mast and her nipples tightened as his power danced over her skin. There was something wonderful about being able to drew a response from someone so contained and dangerous. He slid to his feet, catching her in his arms and drawing her close, delighting in the knowing sparkle in her eyes.

"Nothing at all to recommend the rain?" she purred playfully.

"Maybe one thing," he growled, kissing her, savoring the feeling as she melted against him. It always amazed him how someone so soft could be so deadly. Benihime was like her master though, always thinking things out, seeing the details.

His hand slid up to cup her breast and Benihime gasped softly, nibbling his bottom lip before kissing him. Delicate hands slid into his gi, soft as silk and slightly chilled from the rain. Blunt nails bit softly into his pecs, scratching lightly and making him moan. "Want you," he murmured into her neck, sucking softly and tugging gently on her nipple.

"I hate to be the voice of reason," murmured Zangtsu, watching them with dark smoldering eyes, "but our hosts are separated by only two walls. Are we sure this is a sound idea with both of them so near? They are both are fragile at this moment in time."

Benihime laid a soft hand over his heart, creating a small space between them and frowning, her eyes growing distant for a moment as she checked on Urahara. Shirosaki tightened his grip on her, wondering what it would be like when the blonde returned and she went back to him. She was his and Zangetsu's just as much as she was Urahara's and while he was willing to share he would not lose something of his just so Ichigo and Urahara could be happy. He wanted to be happy too.

A soft, delicate hand caressed his cheek and Shirosaki found beautiful ruby eyes regarding him with something tender and understanding - something he was tempted to label as love. "Kisuke is asleep as is our host, my love. I don't see how our indulgence could disturb them."

"See? Nothing to worry about," muttered Shirosaki, reaching out for the other sword and earning a chuckle.

"Nice to know your priorities are in order," purred Zangetsu, removing his coat and making his way across the grass to join them. He spread his coat out on the grass before pressing against Benihime's back, smiling as she twisted to offer him a kiss of welcome. His arms wrapped around Shirosaki, grabbing his ass and pressing him closer to Benhime.

He seized Zangetsu's mouth as the sword's kiss with Benihime ended. Zangetsu met his aggression and turned it aside, taking control of the kiss without ever doing anything. The old guy had skills, Shirosaki would admit

The zanpakutou's shirt fell away, Benihime's clever hands at work, revealing a scarred chest with a sprinkling of dark hair. Zangetsu was all hard muscles and sharp lines, a dark contrast to Benihime's soft, deadly beauty and his own milky paleness. They were both creatures of power and they were all his, thought Shirosaki, delighting in the knowledge.

Two pairs of hands attacked his clothing. Strong, calloused hands tugged his gi from his shoulders and caressed his back while delicate, nimble fingers undid his hakama, slipping inside to stroke him. Shirosaki moaned, leaning forward to catch a dark nipple in his mouth and draw on it hard. Zangetsu groaned, strong hands sliding into his hair to hold him in place. Shirosaki purred, chuckling as he noticed that Benihime had sunk to her knees, tracing the ridge of Zangestu's erection with her lips through his dark pants and drawing soft grunts of pleasure from the other sword.

"I get middle," he murmured into Zangetsu's chest as he switched his attention to the older man's other nipple. The zanpakutou chuckled and dragged his head up to kiss him deeply.

"I have no objections. Benihime?" rumbled Zangetsu as the kiss ended.

Benihime glance up at them, her eyes languid and passion darkened. "I don't mind," she purred, crawling from between them to lay out on Zangetsu's coat, a smug smile pulling at her lips. She had a reason to smug, thought Shirosaki, knowing he was staring, but unable to help it. She had looked incredible slinking across the ground like some jungle cat, sleek and sexy and dangerous.

The Hollow gave Zangetsu one last, long, deep kiss before joining Benihime. She laughed, the sound soft and musical, and welcomed him eagerly as Zangetsu peeled away the last of his clothing. Shirosaki grinned and grabbed Benihime's legs, hooking her knees over his shoulders and puling her hips up, earning a startled sound that turned into a soft moan as he began to lick her.

Zangetsu chuckled in his ear, a deep rich sound, as large hands caressed his hips, shifting him. He slid a finger into Benihime, earning a frustrated little whine, as Zangetsu slid one slick digit into him. Shirosaki arched back eagerly into the touch and groaned as Benihime's fingers twisted and tugged at his hair. "More," both he and Benihime moaned at the same time.

Zangetsu added another finger, twisting them and pumping in and out of him hard. Shirosaki reached up, tugging on Benihime's nipple and earning a startled cry of delight. Fingers tangled in white hair and jerked his head up, Zangetsu sealing their mouths together and pressing hard on his sweet spot. Shirosaki grinned as Zangetsu released his lips, that slightly maniacal one that always made Ichigo and Zangetsu nervous. He grabbed Benihime's hips and pulled her onto his cock, earning a thin, high sound of pleasure before glowing red eyes filled with satisfaction caught his. He had only a moment to savor the heated gaze before Zangetsu pushed him slightly forward and pushed into him, hard and unrelenting.

Shirosaki groaned as Zangetsu�s penetration crushed him against Benihime and she took the opportunity to seal their lips together in a brutal kiss. Zangetsu nipped his neck and power crackled around them in a silver and red halo tinged with black.

"Fuck," moaned Shirosaki as they began to move. Zangetsu pulled back, Shirosaki following him and groaning as Benihime arched her hips and whined softly. The Hollow sank back into her, unable to help the deep sound of pleasure that slipped out as Zangetsu reclaimed him. They moved together, falling into a familiar rhythm. Sharp nails bit into his back and Shirosaki leaned forward to nip at Benihime's lips, moaning as the angle sent Zangetsu's next thrust right into his sweet spot.

The power grew sharp and biting, tumbling out of them as their movements grew faster. Red and silver blurred together into a chaotic maelstrom of power with them at its center. They move against each other, panting and struggling both to hold on and to find an end to the coiling tension. Benihime tumbled first with a piercing cry that gave the energy a voice. Shirosaki thrust into her tight, contracting heat and groaned, losing himself and his hold on the power. Black lightning streaked through the storm of power. Two quick thrusts later and Zangetsu followed him and the world exploded in silver, red and black.

He was the first to recover and Shirosaki looked around dazedly from where he had collapsed atop Benihime to see if anything had changed. Garden? Check. Stupid ass, freaky buildings? Check. Rain? Check. He stole a glance at the bridge and saw a blinking Hat-n-Clog's observing him with a raised brow and a knowing smirk before the mist swallowed him. That was definitely new.

Zangetsu slid from him, dragging Shirosaki off Benihime to lie beside her. "We definitely need to do that again," murmured the Hollow, a grin splitting his lips as he yawned and flopped back to enjoy the afterglow of one of the top ten orgasms of his life. Zangetsu and Benhime shared an exasperated look over his chest but neither chastised him, only curled against him and drifted quickly to sleep.
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