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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: A Little Lovin’

Fandom: Bleach

Characters: Yumichika/Ichigo

Collection: Tales of a Broken Society

Word Count: 1,763

AN: Errrr…Sex? Yeah. Let’s go with that. >>
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He was glad that Ikkaku had dragged him out of their shared apartment and out of his room where he had holed himself up in studying. The club throbbed with music, some song about a man and love juice pumping through the speakers as beautiful people danced and writhed together on the dance floor. Yumichika though wasn’t paying attention to any other body but the lean one that should be labeled as pure sin.

With hair that shifted from a light fire orange to a darker shade that fell lightly around the sweetly male face and eyes that were liquid chocolate and usually half lidded if not closed, losing himself to the music, the man was beautiful in a wonderfully androgynous way. His skin was a light tanned color that was offset by the gorgeous shirt that fluttered around him, a strip of skin exposed when he lifted his hands. A pair of low slung jeans accentuated the curve of the other’s hips and the dips where groin meet legs, making him want to feel how it would feel to be settled between those long legs.

Smirking and sipping at his Sour Apple, Yumichika placed the empty cup down and slid out of the seat, noticing that the best way to get to the pretty male was to dance near him but not outright go up to him and get into his space. So he took up a spot near the younger male and started to dance, moving to the music, feeling the beat as they got closer together, brown eyes watching him through dusky lashes.
It wasn’t long before he was pressed up against the sinful back, feeling the body roll and slide against his own, hands sliding over those devilish hips and over his stomach. Smirking, Yumichika didn’t flinch as arms came up to wrap around his neck, long fingered hands sliding into his hair and mussing the locks, to intent on the sweet neck before him. The man in his arms smelled like sweat and peaches, his tongue snaked out to flick over the pulse point before him, getting a sweet sounding little gasp.

He tasted like peaches to.

Yumichika’s dance partner rolled his hips and moaned softly into one ear at feeling just how hard he was, the beautiful males hand dipping down to tease the matching arousal in his partner’s pants. “We should leave the dance floor,” he rumbled right into one ear, noticing that there was a small stone high up in the sweet little ear. His teeth played with it as the man shivered.

“Bathroom. Need it now,” the other said once he was able to tip his head to reach his ear. Smirking, Yumichika pulled away and drew the lean body with him to a shadowy alcove before moving to the bathroom to get a really good look at his partner.

“What’s your name?” Yumichika asked as he slid a hand over the slight curve of one hip.

“Ichigo. Yours?” Ichigo asked, smirking as the door closed behind them, reaching out to lock it before he was pressed up against a wall. He moaned softly at the long line of a strong body that pressed against his own, licking his lips and leaving them slick.

“Yumichika,” Yumichika chuckled, leaning forward to nip at the other’s bottom lip. “I think I’m going to take you home and play with you all night long,” he purred, enjoying the way brown eyes widened and the lean body shivered in anticipation of what was to come.
“That sounds like fun to me,” Ichigo breathed, pulling Yumichika’s hips close, rubbing their lengths together and getting a soft growl from the other man before their lips came together. A sleek tongue tasted and conquered his mouth, eating at his sounds of pleasure as strong hands reached down and cupped his ass, pulling their hips together hard as Ichigo wrapped one leg high around the other’s hip.

Rubbing hard against the willing body, Yumichika pulled his mouth away from the addicting ones and shifted him to press up against the sink, hands starting to find skin. Shoving Ichigo’s shirt upwards, he lowered his mouth to tease a perked nipple, one hand sliding into his pants pockets to find the condom and packet of lube that Ikkaku had shoved on him with the instructions to use it. Now he was glad, violet eyes gazing upwards as his partner dropped his head back and moaned.

Ichigo was so unrestrained, so willing to just drown in the pleasure of everything that was being done to him. So willing to let another play his body like a fine tuned instrument, drawing such sweet sounds out of him even as he wiggled and whined for more.

Smirking, he lifted up and off of the treat before spinning Ichigo around so that he could plant his hands on the counter. “This’ll be easier for here. When we get back to my place I’m going to screw you face to face,” he purred into the delicately decorated ear, getting a moan as his hands reached around the front of Ichigo’s pants and flicked the buttons open. Smirking, he slid the zipper down and tugged the tight pants down enough to expose the ass that he wanted to bury himself into and the long prick that he had plans for later.

He idly wondered if Ichigo would be interested in being tied up and teased until he begged.

The smirk on his lips would have sent the red head running if he could see it but at the moment all he cared about was the coolness that fell onto his ass and the long fingers that teased the ring of muscles. Sighing, Ichigo moaned as a long finger worked its way into him, testing how resistant and tight he was, eyes closed as the finger stroked over the sensitive nerves, just teasing.

It had been a while since his last lover, something like six months since he and Grimmjow had broken up, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t played, his toys getting a workout since he disliked going out for a one night stand and the fact that he had been cramming for mid-terms. But the finger in him was playing havoc with his control, arms stretched out before him, hands pressed against the glass as he nearly bent over, hips arched back.

Ichigo jerked and moaned as another finger was worked in beside the first, spreading his body open and making him sigh as he rolled his hips back. “Yes...fuck, Yumichika...” he ground out, head tossing back as he stared at the other in the mirror. The beautiful face was even more so with the flaring violet eyes that were watching long finger disappear into his body, condom pack held primly between straight, white teeth. He shuddered and whined lowly as a third finger slipped in easily, teasing him with what was to come.

“So beautiful,” Yumichika purred around the package, words slurred and eyes sweeping up the long length of back before him, loving the way the tanned skin glistened with sweat, the dark shirt hitched up to around his shoulders before going back down to the ass before him. Pulling his fingers free, he tore the condom package opened and slipped it out, sliding it down his length with practiced movements. Slicking himself with more of the lube, he took a deep breath before pressing inwards, grunting as tight heat wrapped around him and squeezed just right.

Ichigo mewled, bending over completely to let his head rest on the counter, shivering when the other’s hips met his own, feeling full and stretched. “So full...gods, just so perfect,” he keened, long fingered hands gripping his hips tightly, probably leaving bruises.
“Fuck you’re tight,” Yumichika growled, eyes dark as he bent over slightly to start a steady in and out movement, Ichigo’s legs spreading a bit more as his hips tipped for better penetration. Groaning, he continued to move as the muscles relaxed around him, still squeezing oh so nicely around him, only speeding up when Ichigo whined and pressed back, begging for more, for faster and harder.

Growling and shifting his grip on the lean hips, Yumichika moved faster and harder in and out of Ichigo, fucking him so hard that he had to keep one hand plastered onto the glass so he could shove back with each hard thrust. The sounds the other was barely muffled by the finger that he was biting on, Yumichika snarling and reaching down to stroke Ichigo’s cock in time with his hard movements.

Ichigo choked on a moan before twitching and arching hard, shuddering as he bit his lip around a scream and came, spattering the floor with his cum. Yumichika snarled once again, thrusting hard a few more times into the squeezing, twitching body, and came, filling the condom with his passion.

The two nearly collapsed, the only thing holding up was the sink that they were both leaning against, eyes closed as they tried to catch their breaths. Yumichika was the first to move, grasping the base of the condom and pulling out, getting a moan from the younger male and a scowl. Tying off the condom, he tossed it away as Ichigo stood up straight, grabbing a towel and wetting it to clean up as much as he could.

The red flush on Ichigo’s cheeks made Yumichika look on in amusement. “Don’t often get fucked in the bathroom of a club?” he asked, watching as the red deepened.

“No. Actually never,” Ichigo admitted, pulling up his pants with a little shimmy, tongue sticking out as he did so. Yumichika hummed and watched with an appreciative look, cleaning himself up with another paper towel. “Are you still going to take me back to your place?” he asked, looking at the beautiful male with curious and still lusty brown eyes.

“But of course,” Yumichika purred, tugging Ichigo out of the bathroom, both of them ignoring the drying come on the floor, running into a large, bald male that was leaning against the opposite wall and looking rather smug. “Ikkaku, stay out of the apartment for most of the night. Unless you want to hear how beautiful my dear Ichigo here sounds,” he purred, getting an eye roll as Ichigo blushed.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Have fun and don’t fuck on the table would ya?” Ikkaku grunted before leering at Ichigo, the two leaving so Yumichika could make good on his promise of playing with his new lover all night long.
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