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Bleach Mini Stories And Snippets	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 27548 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
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Title: He’s an Idiot
Fandom: Bleach
Arc: 1
Chapter: 4
Pairing: Ikkaku/Hanatoru (this chapter), Ikkaku/Yumichika/Hanatoru
Word count: 1,675
AN: Another Tuesday, another chapter. *loves* I hope you guys enjoy. :D
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“Not here. I don’t really want to get caught in the middle of this,” Hanatoru moaned, clinging to the strong shoulders as Ikkaku bent his head to nip at the skin one hand had exposed to his lips.
“Rooms too far,” Ikkaku grunted, getting a low chuckle that was husky and rich and all together to damn sexy for the tiny man. Hanatoru ran his fingers over Ikkaku’s bald head, getting him to look up with a lusty look on his face.
“Library study room is right there, Ikkaku-san,” He said, pointing to a rice paper door, Ikkaku’s eyebrow cocking upwards. “It leads to an expanded library, much like the training grounds down in the basement. There is a small room just off of the doorway that can be locked,” Hanatoru explained, blushing under the leer that was spreading over Ikkaku’s lips.
“Damn, but I never thought that would be hot,” Ikkaku rumbled, pulling Hanatoru from the wall and walking into the library. Finding the room with a solid desk, just like Hanatoru had promised, he set the smaller body down onto it before closing the door behind them and making sure it was locked.
When Ikkaku turned back to the healer, his eyes went wide as his length throbbed painfully at the sight that greeted him. Hanatoru had pulled off his shirt and dropped it to the side, leaving him in jeans and house slippers. Pale skin stretched over lean muscles, begging to be touched, to be marked and bruised.
“Fuck,” he growled, heady lust shooting through him. “Yumi was right about Ganju, he is an idiot.” The flush that spread over Hanatoru’s cheeks spread lower, heating the lean chest to a lovely rosy color. Smirking, Ikkaku stalked over and stepped between long, slim legs as they spread, his hands sliding up strong thighs to come rest on hips that curved ever so slightly.
Hanatoru reached up and cupped the back of his bigger lover’s neck, pulling him down into an open mouthed kiss, tongues touching, sliding, tasting. Ikkaku’s hand tangled in soft, dark hair, tilting the healer’s head to the side as he deepened the kiss, running the tip of his tongue over sleek teeth and ridged roof as his other hand worked down the sleek chest to tweak a nipple.
The low groan of pleasure was matched by his own as he swallowed the sound. Pulling away from the wet kiss, licking his lips to capture the last bit of taste from Hanatoru’s lips, Ikkaku smirked and lowered his hands to work open the buttons of the jeans that kept him away from the cock he wanted to stroke and the ass he wanted to be buried in.
Getting the buttons undone, he worked his hands into the jeans and under Hanatoru’s boxers, his fingers curling around the hard cock he found. Hanatoru tossed his head back as a moan that would make a seasoned whore blush escaped, sweet hips twitching up into his hand.
Ikkaku rumbled as lust spread through his veins, heating his body like fire. His hand pulled out of the lean man's pants, and he worked to pull the jeans and boxers down instead. He was stopped for only a moment by Hanatoru's house slippers and socks before he was pulling them off completely.
“Ikkaku-san,” Hanatoru laughed breathlessly as Ikkaku pulled off of his own pants after pulling a bottle of lube free from his pocket. The move hadn’t been smooth, hadn’t been done to seduce or tease, but it still aroused him. Pulling Ikkaku back into his body, he moaned as naked skin slid and brushed against naked skin. The feeling drew a growl from Ikkaku as he allowed his hands to wander over the sweet body before him.
“Damn, so hot,” Ikkaku groaned, cupping Hanatoru’s backside and teasing the crevice and entrance that he found. He felt the ring twitch under his barely there touch, getting a soft moan, Hanatoru leaning forward to nibble and lave his adams apple. Growling lowly, he grabbed the bottle that he had put aside, flicking the cap open and slicking his fingers.
Reaching back around, Ikkaku found the ring of muscles once more and teased the entrance before pressing a finger into the grasping body. “Hurry, ‘Kaku,” Hanatoru moaned against his neck, sending shivers tripping down Ikkaku’s back as he slid a second finger into the sucking, tightening body. “Yes….oh yes…”
“Shit,” Ikkaku hissed, starting to pant into one little ear as his fingers worked and played. Hanatoru mewled and moaned as he clawed at Ikkaku's back, fingers clenching and holding onto the big body. “Yumi’s really got you to open up, didn’t he? All demanding and needy,” he breathlessly chuckled as a third finger worked its way in.
“God, Ikkaku,” Hanatoru whined, clawing at his lover's back again as the sliver of pain that accompanied his fingers became a slow burn that added to his pleasure. “Now… Please…” he panted, licking his lips and staring up at Ikkaku, his dark eyes hazy. The bald warrior growled and sealed their lips together, tongue tasting, branding, the sweetly flavored mouth.
Pulling his fingers free from the grasping muscles, Ikkaku used the lube still on his fingers to coat his prick before placing the flared tip at the ring. Teasing the both of them by rubbing the tip there for a moment, his mouth tasting, he pushed forward and was sucked into tight heat. The feeling of being swallowed made him moan, hands clamped down on his lover's hips as Hanatoru tossed his head back with another groan.
“Damn, sweetheart,” Ikkaku groaned, the healer falling backwards as his legs hitched up and around his waist, drawing the length into him, getting it deeper. “Shit…yeah. Fuck, Hana, gotta move,” he warned with a little thrust of his hips. Hanatoru mewled in return.
“Then move, damn it,” he growled, black eyes flaring with lust. The heat and need on Hanatoru’s face and in his eyes sent a jolt of lust straight through Ikkaku, making his cock twitch in need.
Growling, he slid out slowly before slamming back into the lean body with a hard jerk of his hips. Ikkaku shuddered as he watched Hanatoru arch up and keen, long fingered hands coming up to grab the edge of the desk and anchor himself. Smirking, the bald Shinigami braced his feet, hands tipping Hanatoru’s hips up and set about drawing out the sounds of pleasure that he wanted, needed from the healer.
They rocked together, the desk creaking with each solid thrust, Hanatoru writhing and meeting each thrust with a roll of his hips and a breathless moan. Ikkaku was trying to hold back his climax that was curling tight in his loins, amazed at just how fast his climax was coiling, tightening with each hard thrust. He could count the number of times he had lost count and they had all centered around Yumichika.
Leering as a thought worked its way through his mind, he moved one hand and curled his fingers around Hanatoru’s twitching, leaking cock. Rolling his hips, getting another mewl, he thrust hard two more times and came as his hand tightened and denied his lover’s climax. The whimpering, protesting sounds made him smirk as he gently pulled out, giving the tip of the cock in his hand a soothing stroke with his thumb.
“Calm down, I won’t leave you hanging,” he promised. Using a foot to pull one of the chairs over, he sat down and pulled Hanatoru forward. Smirking up at the healer as he sat up on his elbows to gaze down at him, he slipped three fingers into the slick hole and lowered his mouth to take in the begging length.
Hanatoru gasped and fell back down onto the desk, legs pulling up as Ikkaku manipulated his tongue over his hard length. He gasped and groaned as he was worked over expertly, fingers pumping into his ass as his hips bowed up to meet the wet heat. He could feel his climax work its way through him, hot and heavy as his muscles tensed and shuddered.
When the coil snapped, Hanatoru keened loudly, back bowing upwards as he came, spilling into the mouth that continued to suck. Ikkaku rumbled lowly as he swallowed the bittersweet treat, slowly pulling off as his lover went limp, twitching every so often in the aftershocks of his orgasm. Wiping the side of his mouth with a thumb, he stood to lean over Hanatoru, dark eyes opening as a sleepy smile spread over red lips.
“Feel good?” he asked as he wiped his cum coated fingers onto his thigh as Hanatoru hummed and nodded. “Good. Let’s get you to bed and cleaned up.”
“Okay,” the healer murmured before slowly stretching out his body, not caring that Ikkaku was still laying out over him. The move received a low, husky chuckle as the larger man stood straight once more and grabbed his jeans from the floor.
Pulling them on, he maneuvered Hanatoru into his own pants before picking him up and leaving the library behind. Finding Hanatoru’s room, it being the only door with a sign stating who used it, he was quick to lay the healer onto the bed and strip them out of their pants again. Free of sticking cloth, he went into the bathroom, Hana curled on his side and watching with sleepy eyes.
Ikkaku washed off his groin with a wash cloth, before rinsing it off and taking it back to the bedroom. Sitting next to the smaller male, he gently cleaned Hanatoru of any cum still clinging to his body. Hanatoru just hummed and shifted where he needed to, allowing his bigger lover to clean him up.
“Get some sleep, yeah? I wore you out after all,” he chuckled, Hanatoru smiling shyly. Ikkaku slid into the bed, his lover laying over him with a sigh. “The three of us will talk later.”
“Kay,” Hanatoru said sleepily before falling asleep, Ikkaku watching with an amused look on his face.
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