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Tales of a Broken Society	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 41133 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Office Meetings
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Renji, Ikkaku, Yumichika, Kenpachi/Shuuhei
Word count: 1,582
Requested/For: TriggerHappyBitch
AN: Another story down! Off I go to type another one. ><
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“Why did I let you convince me to do this?” Shuuhei asked lowly, swirling his sake around in his cup, glaring at Renji, who just smirked at the other.
“Ah, come on. You have to admit that it’s nice to get away from everything, including your own division,” Renji drawled, hiding his smirk behind his own cup. He had noticed that Kenpachi had been eyeing up Shuuhei all night as they watched the sparring matches and 11^th division members have fun all around them.
It was fun to watch Shuuhei be completely oblivious about being stalked by Kenpachi.
“I should toss you into the fights and tell ‘em to have fun with ya,” Shuuhei snorted, getting a pout from his friend, but ignoring it easily. “Either that or out a damn window,” he continued, eyes glaring at Renji who just smiled sheepishly.
“Aww, come on man,” Renji whined, Shuuhei glaring at him some more from over his cup of sake. “When the hell did you last get laid?” he asked, watching the slight blush spread over a pert nose as it wrinkled.
“Fuck off,” Shuuhei grumped, swirling his drink around before draining it again. Renji just stared before swiping a hand over his face with a low groan.
“Really? Shuuhei…?” he whimpered as Shuuhei reached out and swiped a bottle of sake from one of the 11^th divisioners, growling at him when he tried to complain. Good lord. Not even I’ve gone that damn long without getting lucky and I know for a fact that you’ve had people throw themselves at you.”
“I got tired of the one night stands, Renji. You have Urahara, who can hop back and forth at will now, and I’m kinda looking for something more at the moment,” Shuuhei admitted, checking the seal on his sake bottle. “I’m heading back to the office. Stay safe yeah?” he said, smiling and nodding his head at Ikkaku, waving his bottle as he left. Renji watched before pulling out his phone and texting Ichigo. He only had to wait for a few minutes before he got a ‘send Kenpachi after him’ from his friend. Standing up, he wondered over, kicking a few idiots who decided to fall into his path.
“Kenpachi-taicho,” Renji greeted, sitting down next to him and watching as Yachiru ran around, tormenting the people around her.
“Renji,” Kenpachi grunted, eyeing him as he smirked and sipped at his sake. “I saw that your friend left.”
“Yeah, headed to his office to do more paperwork,” Renji admitted, smirking slightly. Kenpachi grunted and thought about it, eyes dark in thought. He smirked as Renji raised an eyebrow and handed him a bottle of good sake. “He prefers this and last I checked, had a thing for being screwed over his desk. Just don’t ruin his paperwork yeah?” he drawled, getting a snort.
“I hear ya,” Kenpachi growled, standing up and stepping over several sprawled out bodies as Ikkaku and Yumichika came over to Renji. The two sat down as they watched him leave, curious as to where their taicho was heading off to.
“Where’s he goin’?” Ikkaku asked as he wiped off a bit of blood from his last fight against another division member.
“Don’t know,” Renji replied, offering Yumichika a sake cup that was taken with a flirtatious smile. “He just got up after I gave him the sake.”
“You do know, you’re just not telling,” Yumichika teased, getting a quick flitter of smile that was mischievous. “You bad boy you.”
“Why aren’t ya tellin’ us?” Ikkaku asked, lips quirking upwards as Renji shrugged.
“First, man, you’re lisping. Second, it ain’t my place to tell. If Kenpachi-taicho wants ya to know, he’ll tell ya.”
Leaving behind the noise and revelry, that was going on, Kenpachi headed for the 9^th division and Shuuheis office. The streets around him was quiet except for the occasional night shifter who was heading to their next spot. Finding the right office, he grinned at the fact that the door was open due to the heat that floated about them. Walking up, he stood in the doorway and gazed at the man sitting behind the desk, a pile of paper work on the corner.
Shuuhei had set his bottle of sake before him, next to a cup, a candle scenting the air with what smelled like peppermint and that tossed flickering light over his face. He was using what looked like a refillable pen, signing paper after paper with the ease of practiced movements.
“Who got ya such a pen?” Kenpachi grunted, startling Shuuhei to look up with wide eyes.
“Kenpachi-taicho,” Shuuhei said in greeting before looking down at his pen with a raised eyebrow. “Actually, Renji got it, plus several bottles of ink for me while he had been in the real world,” he replied, placing it down after capping it. “What can I help you with, sir?”
“Sake,” Kenpachi laughed, holding up a bottle and sitting down as Shuuhei smiled and pulled out a second cup. Settling in, the two were soon drinking the two bottles of sake, conversation light and easy. One and a half bottles in, and Shuuhei was perched on Kepachis lap, fingers stroking over his exposed skin as Kenpachi leant back on one hand, his other stroking over his hip.
“You’re very touchy when you’re only buzzed,” Kenpachi rumbled, Shuuhei laughing lowly, lips pulling into a smug smirk.
“It takes a lot to get me as buzzed as I would need to be to touch someone I’m not attracted to,” he drawled, shifting when Kenpachi slipped his hand into his hakamas slits.
“I’m feelin’ good about that,” Kenpachi chuckled, his hand resting on Shuuheis ass, finding the entrance that twitched under his fingertips. Shuuhei groaned lowly, rolling his hips backwards into the hand and touch.
“So, what are you going to do about it?” Shuuhei asked, reaching down to tug at Kenpachis hakama, getting it loose and snaking his hand down them with sparkling eyes. His fingers curled around Kenpachis length after loosening his fushido and shoving it to the side, making him smirk when the cock twitched happily at his touch.
“I think I’ll start by doing this,” Kenpachi growled, pulled Shuuheis hand from his hakama before stripping Shuuehis body and laying him onto his front on his desk. Shuuhei blinked at the speed that Kenpachi had show in stripping him and laying him out, shivering at the brush of cloth and a strong body pressing against his back. “How does that sound?”
“Sounds pretty good,” Shuuhei husked, looking over his shoulder and smirking at the man as Kenpachi smirked.
“Such a bad boy, teasing me with that look,” Kenpachi growled, reaching forward to brush his thumb over Shuuheis lips. Dark eyes shimmered with lust above the smirk, giving Shuuhei a sultry look, something that not only surprised him but sent lust shooting through him, making him harder, nearly leaking in his hakama.
“There’s oil in that drawer right there,” Shuuhei stated, pointing to a little tower of drawers there were kept in all offices to hold supplies. Shifting, Kenpachi pulled out the indicated drawer and found the vial of skin oil.
Popping open the top as he sat back, he poured some of it over Shuuheis ass, watching as it slid down the crack. Smirking, he ran his fingers over the entrance and pressed a slick finger into the willing body, Shuuhei pressing back with a whine of pleasure.
Shuuhei could feel the burn of the entry, Kenpachi working slowly, but quickly. He rocked back into the fingers, Kenpachi chuckling heavily as he rotated his fingers and spread them open, feeling the muscles loosen and open.
“So very eager for me,” Kenpachi teased, leaning over Shuuheis back as he slipped his fingers out and shoved his hakama down enough to expose his length. “You want me. I can feel it,” he growled, placing the tip of his cock to the twitching entrance and pressed forward. Shuuhei gasped and arched, hands finding anchors on the edge of his desk as burning pleasure swept through his body. He was grateful when Kenpachi paused, letting his body adjust, growling lowly in one ear as his body quivered under the larger one.
“Move,” Shuuhei growled, finally, turning his head and brushing their lips together, making Kenpachi grin.
“I can do that,” He said, Shuuhei shivering with the promise evident within the words. Kenpachi slowly pulled back, feeling the slick slide, the entrance grasping at him as if to try to keep him buried, before he shoved forward and got a startled yelp of pleasure. With that, he set a pace that filled the air with the slick sounds of his thrust and flesh hitting flesh as Shuuhei clawed at the desk, cock leaking and unable to do more then gasp and pant. “That’s right, enjoy it. You’re going to be very sore come morning and yet, I’ll still take ya. Make you mine over and over again.”
“Kenpachi!” Shuuhei yowled behind Kenpachis quickly placed hand, shuddering and tightening around the driving length as he spilled onto the floor. The twitching of Kepnachis cock and the feeling of wetness made him moan, knowing that the other man had come right after him. “Gonna keep your promise?” he panted as they relaxed, catching their breath. Kenpachi chuckled and pressed a kiss to his shoulder.
“Give me a few and a chance to move to your rooms,” Kenpachi grunted, making Shuuhei laugh lowly.
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