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Like a Bullet	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9264 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Like a Bullet
Fandom: Bleach
Chapter: 7
Pairings: Ryuuken/Hanatoru, One sided Jin/Ichigo
Word Count: 1,353
AN: I’m so tired…really, really tired. *yawns and curls up*
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“So, why exactly did we take the Kurosaki case?” The question came from a large man who was lounging in a chair, fixing what looked to be a pair of headphones, if the parts scattered around him were any indication. His short red-orange hair fell around his face as he frowned, dark eyes glaring at the component in his hands. Running his hand through his hair, he looked up and gazed at the German before him with bored eyes.
“It wasn't for monetary gain if that's what you are wondering, Koga,” Jin drawled, silver eyes staring at his companion, a smirk on his lips.
“Then why?” Koga asked, putting the headphones aside to fix later. He was curious as to why they had killed the Kurosakis; he wasn't feeling guilty about the mission or filling it, he was just vaguely curious. On top of that, they were watching a fourth Kurosaki; Cain was the one to guard over and spy on the young cross dresser.
“Because of Ichigo-san,” Jin said, voice a rolling purr as he walked away from his window, picking up the picture of Ichigo. He had been wearing jeans and an old t-shirt, taking out garbage in front of what used to be the Kurosaki Clinic. Running his long fingers over the picture, Jin's blood red eyes glowed with something akin to anticipation. Koga blinked and tilted his head slightly at the look in his eyes.
“He doesn't seem all that amazing really. He's pretty, that's for sure, but there are prettier males out there,” Koga finally said, picking up another picture of when Ichigo had been food shopping just before his families’ deaths. “He can be considered exotic for a Japanese male, especially since he is a cross dresser that actually looks good in a dress or skirt and with his coloring.”
“It's more then that, Koga, my dear friend,” Jin drawled, sitting down across his friend. Resting his elbows on the table, he set his chin on his interlocked fingers and crossed his legs. “He has a Talent that isn't something that can be tested or felt by others. His is a latent Talent, but can be made to if he's trained properly.”
“A latent Talent? Really now?” Koga asked, eyes turning back to the pictures of the man that Jin was so interested in. “What kind is it?”
“He’s a hypnotizing one, but not just by touch and eye contact, but by everything that he is. Sight, sound, taste, his whole body is able to hypnotize. The only reason someone is able to do that, latent or not, is if their parents were Talents themselves. And I know for a fact that his father was not one,” Jin said, smirking at Koga. “I think that his mother was a hypnotic Talent but I can't find anything on her. She apparently died when our young Ichigo was barely six years of age, right before Talents started to really come out of the proverbial closet and be accepted by society for the most part,” he continued, watching as Koga started to go over the pictures with a more critical eye.
“So, he's at the least a second generation Talent with latent hypnotizing abilities,” Koga said, already musing about what he was learning about the fourth Kurosaki. “So, why exactly are we trying to get to him?” he asked, leaning back in his chair, the pictures spread out in a neat line.
“Because of his power. Well... not just because of his power, but also because he will make a lovely addition to our group,” Jin drawled, eyes glowing as Koga smirked at him.
“Ah, so you want to get into our sweet Ichigo's panties, don't you?” he asked, voice rich with his amusement. “Though, I could see why you would want to, especially if you could do it while he's wearing one of his smaller skirts. Just imagine him, bent over, skirt shoved up, his perky little ass raised upwards, pretty panties covering his sweet skin.”
Jin purred as the vision danced under his eyelids as he let his head drop back, shifting forward to leave room for his length that was swelling in his pants.
Koga had the Talent of creating images with his voice, something that Jin used whenever he was allowed to, not wanting to piss off Koga by abusing the privilege.
“I bet he would be looking over his shoulder, full mouth open and red, sweet sounds escaping his mouth. I bet his cheeks will be flushed a delicate red as he shifts and writhes on the table. Do you think he'll wear those black heels he seems to love so much?” Koga asked, watching Jin with darkening eyes.
Jin was actually seeing and feeling the scene of Ichigo bent over before him, hair spread out over the table before him. The young man was wearing a dark red skirt that was riding up his hips, showing black boy cut panties and thigh high nude stockings that covered long legs made longer by the black heeled, open toed sandals. Brown eyes were looking at him, large and needy, the blush and open mouth adding to the begging face. He could almost hear the pleading that would come from Ichigo.
Ichigo was begging to be touched, arching his hips towards Jin, mewling happily when Jin finally touched his skin. Jin removed the black panties, exposing the ass that he so wanted to be buried in, before running his hands over the soft skin before him. He growled as he brushed his thumbs over the crack, Ichigo pushing back into his touch.
Laughing lowly, Jin spread the other's ass and brushed a thumb over the pink entrance, feeling it twitch and flutter under his finger before pressing it against the pucker. Getting a sweet moan, the German groaned before grabbing the little bottle of lube from his pocket, pouring it over the entrance that he wanted. Using the slick substance, he pushed in a long finger, followed quickly by a second and a third, Ichigo mewling and pressing backwards onto them, his body sucking in the fingers, trying to keep them in him.
Removing his fingers, Jin smirked at the cry of displeasure and slicked his cock with some of the lube, pressing the tip of it against the stretched entrance. Waiting until Ichigo whined and tried to move his hips back, he pushed into the lean body, hissing as he was swallowed whole by tight heat. Groaning, he rolled his hips, enjoying the slightly pained moan the move got before pulling out, rocking back in soon after. Setting a pace of long, strong thrusts, he growled at the way that Ichigo moaned and writhed under him, taking everything he got and begging for more.
Soon, Jin was leaning over Ichigo, one hand gripping Ichigo's hip, more than likely leaving bruises, the other curled around his cock, moving it over the sweet length as he pounded into the tight hole. The loud cry and the tightening of the entrance that surrounded him told him that his bed mate had come, the slick wetness that covered his hand just proving it to him. Shoving deep into the limp body under him a few more times, he came, growling, eyes squeezed shut as he came to rest over his partner.
Opening his eyes, he smirked smugly at Koga, who was cleaning himself up and tucking his cock away. Jin hummed and cleaned up his own hand and groin with a tissue before tossing them into a trash can.
“That was very enjoyable, my friend. Thank you,” he hummed, smirking as he stood up, making sure that his clothes were presentable. Gathering the pictures, he laughed softly when Koga tucked one of Ichigo's pictures away before placing the others into an envelope.
“So, when do we make our move?” Koga asked as he stood up, shoving a hand through his hair.
“Once Cain comes back with the new information on who is around our adorable Ichigo-san. Hopefully in a week’s time,” Jin mused, the two sharing knowing smirks between them.
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