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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: Just a Planned Quickie

Fandom: Bleach

Story collection: Tales of a Broken Society

Pairing: Ikkaku/Ichigo

For: Don’t really remember. I lost a lot of the names.

Word count: 1,522

AN: Ah, and finally we come to a new one. I have several new stories for this collection actually. Just kind of…gathered and wrote a lot of them. Along side of my Mini Stories of course.
Enjoy.
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Watching as his lover moved through a series of kata’s, Ikkaku shifted so that he could hide his growing erection, his eyes taking in the sweat slick skin. It had been nearly four years before that Ichigo’s body had finally given out and he had been forced to leave his living life behind. Once to Seireitei, he had taken a year to refine his skills and learn all about the various bits of paperwork that was needed. Ever since then, he had worked with the taicho’s of the Gotei 13 to update the laws that ran everything so that what happened before with Aizen wouldn’t happen again.
The clans had tried very hard to throw a fit until he had very coldly told them that it was their laws and need to crush all those who they seemed less than dirt that threw everything off balance. They had shut up quickly after that information and allowed the newer generation to rework the laws until things started to actually flow better. Ikkaku had seen the proof in the farthest reaches of the Rukigon districts, watching as rivers had grown in strength.
He had also seen just how happy making those changes had made Ichigo in the long run and set out to get the other into his bed two years after the young man had arrived. He hadn’t had any luck until Kira had innocently said that for a Vizard it just wasn’t about sex. It was a very long commitment for one like Ichigo. Hanataro had agreed to that statement, smirking at the other male.
They would know since Kira and Hanataro was with Shinji and Kensei respectively. After that, Ikkaku had gone after Ichigo with the intent of getting to know him and things had fallen into place after that. Which lead him to sitting back and watching as his lover moved through his kata’s before going back to work.
Ichigo’s lips were twitching in amusement, he could see it from where he was sitting, leaning back against a tree. Ikkaku chuckled as his lover started to cool off and work on stretching his body out, placing his two zanpakuto's back into their places for the moment.
“Enjoying yourself?” Ichigo drawled as he walked up to him, sitting down next to him and picking up a towel to dry off a bit of his sweat. Ikkaku hummed and eyed his lover with a smirk, eyes sparkling in lust and pride.
“Yeah, I am,” Ikkaku chuckled, leering playfully at his younger lover. “It still blows my mind that you’re twenty now but you really don’t look like you aged, even when you were living,” he hummed as Ichigo placed his twin zanpakuto's onto the ground before him.
“You know what Unohana-san said. I didn’t age because y body was already giving out. It’s the same as with those who have died after a prolonged illness or sickness,” Ichigo hummed. He put the towel down and tugged on his undershirt and kosode under Ikkaku’s watchful eyes. He smiled slightly and poked at his partner’s side. “I’m not gonna break on you suddenly,” he chuckled.
“I know, but that’s just who I am,” Ikkaku snorted, pulling his lover close, getting him to straddle his lap. Ichigo chuckled softly and settled down into his lap, hands stroking over broad shoulders. “”I worry about little things sometimes.”
“True, very true. If I remember correctly, you told me that you probably will do nothing more than piss me off often,” he chuckled. “Or jump me at the most inopportune times.” Ichigo huffed, feeling large hands grab his ass and squeeze while Ikkaku leered at him.
“Yep,” Ikkaku chuckled as his partner rolled his eyes. “I told ya, I’m hardly book smart and rough and I like sex. Ya just gave me that look ya perfected and dragged me off to make me forget all of what I had said.”
Ikkaku smiled fondly as Ichigo flushed softly, both men remembering that night. Despite his words, the third seat had been gentle when it had actually come time to take his younger lover. Of course it helped that they had worked each other into one climax to take off the edge before working their way up to the actual sex. Since then they had explored each other until they knew just where to touch to get the best response from their partner.
“Of course I had to,” Ichigo hummed, sliding his arms around Ikkaku’s neck, sliding closer to him and pressing close. “We really should get back to work,” he said, smirking at his lover as the man under him squeezed and stroked his ass once more.
“We should. Ukitake-taicho is probably waiting for you to get back,” Ikkaku hummed, Ichigo leaning down to nibble at his bottom lip, brown eyes turning liquid.
“Yeah,” Ichigo husked, voice rich and lusty as he smirked down at him. “I think that we do have enough time for a quickie though,” he mused, Ikkaku’s eyes flaring dark with need. Standing up, Ichigo grabbed his twin zanpakutos before sending his lover a promising look and flitting off. Ikkaku smirked and followed after him, chasing him to the small home that they had bought near the thirteenth Division.
Ikkaku had to smile when he realized that his lover was keeping his speed playful, sometimes almost catching him before the chase was back on. Arriving at their home, he slammed the door closed behind him, kicking off his wajari before he followed the trail of clothes to their bedroom. He leered when he saw what his lover was doing.
Ichigo was on his knees, facing their headboard with one hand grasping it as he used the other hand to work long fingers into his body. Ikkaku moaned when two of those long fingers worked their way into the ass that he wanted and tugged at his own clothes, tossing them to the side.
“Condom or no?” he asked, Ichigo looking at him with glazed, needy eyes. They usually opted out of using a condom but sometimes, like during the quickies that they indulged in, they used them for easy clean up. Ikkaku always asked though.
“Condom,” Ichigo breathed, working his third finger inwards. Ikkaku grunted and noticed that his lover had pulled out a condom and the lube for him already. Plucking up the package, he smirked at the fact that it was made for heavy fucking and lube use. Tearing it open, he was quick to roll it over himself as he kept looking at his lover. As he was slicking his condom covered prick, Ichigo was removing his fingers from his body with a groan of need.
Climbing onto the bed, Ikkaku kneeled behind his lover and shifted so that he could use one hand to hold his prick and press it to the hole that was waiting for him. Grunting as he slid in, he moaned with Ichigo, the younger male pressing his hands against the headboard firmly. Grasping lean hips, the bald male hissed and started to move, rocking in and out of the tight body, biting as his bottom lip and grunting each time he rocked forward.
Ichigo pressed back, the two men working towards their climaxes but still loving the connection that sex brought them. The redhead was crying out in need, the sounds getting progressively higher as he was fucked perfectly by his lover. Ikkaku was adding some groaning in amongst his grunting with each thrust, amazed by how tight his lover was even with how often they came together, his hands clamped to the mobile hips.
Reaching around to Ichigo’s front, he curled his still mostly slick hand around the hard prick that he found and started to stroke in counterpoint to his own movements. Ichigo hissed, nails digging into the headboard as his head fell back against his lover’s shoulder, feeling the tell-tale coiling of heat. With a squeeze and a twist, he was screaming out his climax, shuddering and tightening around the driving cock.
Ikkaku growled as he was squeezed tight, spilling into the condom and holding his lover close, resting his head on the other males shoulder. After the two lovers had caught their breath, the bald male pulled out, holding the condom base as he moved. Pulling the condom off, he tied the top and tossed it into the trash can before going to their bathroom and washing his hands off. Ichigo followed after a few seconds and wash the lube off of his own hands before using a wet cloth to clean his groan.
“Isn’t Ukitake-taicho going to be upset that you’re late?” Ikkaku asked after they redressed and were pulling on their waraji.
“Nope,” Ichigo chuckled at his lover, opening their door. Ikkaku cocked an eyebrow at him to elaborate his answer. “He’s with Shuuhei-fukutaicho getting in his own quickie.”
“You planned it, didn’t you?” Ikkaku asked, Ichigo laughing as he flitted off to work, leaving his lover smiling in some amusement as he headed to his own division. Why was he not surprised that Ichigo had planned their little excursion?
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