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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: Learning Curve
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Ganju/Ichigo
Requested by: Nett
Word count: 1,579
AN: So, I have the stories, no worries! I promise, I do have them. I’m just working on getting them done. I plan on writing 5 to 10 at a time and then post them one at a time as I get them out. Fridays will be the day I post.
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The archives of Soul Society reminded him of Karakuras Public Library, especially the sheer size of the area that they covered. The documents were sectioned out by the years that they had been created in, than divided by subjects. It fascinated Ichigo as he spent hours browsing through the various documents, learning more about the world that he had come to enjoy now that Unohana-soutaicho had started to fix the wrongs that had been done.
This included placing all of the documents that had been removed, the ones that they could safely say wouldn’t endanger anyone, back. The older documents were being scanned by the 12^th division on top of that and virtual computer copies were made as the originals were tucked away for safe keeping. Urahara would have solid, printed copies along with his own digital copies in the real world, while Orihime, Ishida and Sado would also hold copies, their families continuing to watch over them over the centuries. Ichigos sisters would watch over digital copies themselves, already training to be the Karakura Shinigami watchers when they were old enough.
Ichigo chuckled to himself as he found a niche away from the main area, a study on the Bounts in hand. They had been defeated, the surviving ones sealed away, but still their abilities and fighting styles fascinated him to a point where he started to research them.
That was how Ganju found him: bent over a file about the Bounts from nearly six hundred years ago, taking notes as he nibbled on his bottom lip.
“Yo, Ichi, surprised that you’re not running around in your female form,” the large man said in greeting, getting a squeak of surprise from Ichigo.
“Ganju, man, don’t do that!” Ichigo hissed, eyes narrowing. “And I don’t always run around as a female,” he snorted, standing up as he closed the book before him with a muted snap. Picking it up, having finished with it, he slid it into its spot before walking over to the table again, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. “So, what brings you here?” he asked.
“My sister wants you to come around sometime for dinner,” Ganju said as he placed the legal pad that he had picked up back down on the table. “Preferably in your other form there. She’s still pouting about not having the chance to really get a close look at your body.”
“Oh, you mean like all the others that I’ve slept with?” Ichigo asked teasingly, deciding that he was done for the day. “I feel like a slut sometimes and I’m no where near as bad as Rangiku, Shuuhei, Shinji and Kensei,” he said, shaking his head. Ganju wrapped his large around his waist, tugging him into a muscled body.
“You’re hardly a slut, Ichigo. Yes, you like sex, but so does everyone else,” Ganju purred into one ear, getting a shiver of delight from the younger male. They had slept together, sometimes with Ganjus lover, Hanatoru, but it was all in fun and friendship.
“Don’t start what you can’t finish without permission,” Ichigo teased, Ganju chuckling as he brushed his lips over the curve of his jaw.
“Hana gave me permission to have a little fun. He’s on call for the next few days, and he told me that you’ve been holed up in the archives, not really playing,” Ganju stated, getting a low laugh.
“I’ve been researching the last few days. I can’t help that I lost track of time,” Ichigo drawled, eyes sparkling.
“So naughty. You haven’t been relaxing,” Ganju teased. On the outside, the man wasn’t the best looking guy; he was rough and unrefined. He also didn’t seem as if he wasn’t a good lover, a rather down and dirty lover, but he was still good. Ganju was just like any soul that had been around the block a few times in that aspect.
“So, what are you gonna do about it?” Ichigo asked as he teasingly rolled his hips back into Ganjus groin. Feeling the smirk against his neck, the red head moaned as large hands came to rest on his hips, gripping them firmly as Ganju rubbed his rising erection against Ichigos ass.
“Oh, I plan on doing a lot to you. I think I’ll start by fucking you over the desk here before dragging you off to my place so my sister can indulge in looking before taking you to my room to screw you again,” the large man purred, Ichigo turning his head so that their lips brushed together.
“Promises, promises,” came the teasing words as Ganjus hands found their way into Ichigos hakama, caressing hidden skin with work worn fingers.
“Yeah, promises that I’m known to keep,” Ganju said, finding Ichigos fudoshi and tugging to get it loose. His other hand slipped out as he pressed their lips together, hands tugging at the clothes that stopped him from getting to soft skin. Soon, he had Ichigo undressed, his clothes tossed to the side and Ganjus hands teasing the skin that he had exposed. The kiss had gone from a slide of lips to the larger man dipping his tongue into Ichigos mouth, tasting the sweet tea that he had been drinking.
Whining in his throat, Ichigo shivered as a large hand ran over his pec, teasing the nipple until it was hard before Ganju gently pinched and rolled it. Groaning and arching into the fingers, the red head shivered at the brush of cloth against his skin. Something that he would never admit to was a kink of his lover being fully dressed as they had sex; if he was topping, he tended to wear his own clothes, adding more of a kink to the whole thing.
Ganju dragged him out of his thoughts as a slick finger teased his entrance, just gently rubbing and pressing at the ring of muscle.
“Are ya back with me?” Ganju rumbled, putting pressure on the muscle before letting up on it, making Ichigo growl at the teasing.
“Yes,” he breathed, planting his hands on the table before him and spreading his legs, back arching, hips tilted upwards. “Yes, I’m with you,” Ichigo said, turning his head and looking over his shoulder with dark eyes. “Come on, open me up, spread me wide, prepare me to fuck me.”
“Such a naughty tease,” Ganju laughed, sliding a finger into the lean body, watching Ichigo gasp and arch a bit more, entrance twitching around the invader. “But then again, so can I be,” he said, voice dripping with lust. Ichigo purred as his larger partner grasped his hips to stop him from moving before drawing his finger out slowly, sliding it back in just as slowly. Wiggling his hips in the firm grip, Ichigo moaned as the finger came back with a second finger.
Ganju leant over him and kissed one of Ichigos shoulder blades as he worked his fingers in and out, spreading them to stretch open the younger male to take him. Lapping up a bit of seat, he slid a third finger in, feeling the lean body write on his fingers. Working them in and out of the loosening muscle, Ganju let go of Ichigos hip, he reached down and shoved his pants down, releasing his aching cock from its confines. Grabbing the small tube of oil from his pocket, he slicked himself as he finally stroked his fingers over the little bundle of nerves. The yelp and jerk of Ichigos body was music to his senses.
Laughing quietly, Ganju removed his fingers and shifted, hand holding his length to press against the stretched ring of muscle. Leaning over Ichigos back, he nipped at the flushed skin to gain his lovers attention.
“You ready?” he asked lowly, Ichigo nodding his head, damp hair brushing over his skin. “Good,” he hummed, sliding in with careful movements before stopping as Ichigo came to rest against the desk with a long low, moan. Smirking smugly, he waited for the lean body to press back before starting to move, sliding in and out, building up his pace as he licked and sucked on the exposed skin.
Ichigo groaned and gasped as he rocked in time with the movements, eyes closed as pleasure shot through his body with each sure thrust. Ganjus length stroked and slid over nerves, setting them on fire, drawing even more sounds out of the red head. Clawing at the table, Ichigo thrust into the hand that curled around his length and moved in time with Ganjus hips, drawing a keening groan.
Ichigo jerked and bit into his arm as he came, muffling his scream as stickiness spread over Ganjus hand. The larger man growled and thrust a few more times into the pliant body, seeking his own release. Finding it, he shuddered and spilled into Ichigo, who just hummed at the wet warmth and the twitch of the cock in his still sensitive body. Smiling, the larger male brushed his lips over Ichigos shoulder once more as he slipped out, getting a hiss from both of them.
“Come on. Let’s go to your place so you can shift and put on new clothes so I can take you home and help you relax again,” Ganju rumbled, using a rag to clean the both of them up before letting Ichigo stand straight. Helping him get dressed the two left the archives, Ichigo blushing very slightly at the knowing look Jyuushiro sent him as they left.
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