urn:lj:scribbld.net:atom1:eumenides you can taste heaven perfectly eumenides 2008-02-12T21:39:08Z urn:lj:scribbld.net:atom1:eumenides:6084 2008-02-12T21:39:08Z 2008-02-12T21:39:08Z <i>As seen on <a href="http://log.beautifulsinner.net">Pure Impurity</a>:</i><br /><br />When you’re searching using Google to find one of your favorite pairings, and the only things coming up are the fic that you have written (and one or two platonic fic), something is very wrong. :( Why is just about no one writing Tousen/Wonderweiss in English? It seemed to me to be one of the more obvious potential yaoi pairings in Bleach, yet still no one is writing the two of them in English. Is it that people just don’t like Tousen (he’s a honorable and deep character, but he’s still a hottie if that’s all you care about in anime/manga men)? Is it that the pairing is more of a sweet relationship with a potential for depth than the steamy hot against the wall sex type of thing people want to see in fic these days? Meh, I’m going to have to start searching Japanese sites and doing my warbling translation of the stuff I find to get something that doesn’t come out of my own head.<br /><br />Something tells me that if Tousen was a less eloquent and thought-provoking character and was a rougher type of man who would slap his blonde around and demand a sandwich, girls would go for him more and the ‘net would be overflowing with fic with him in it. The fact that there is a good chance that I am right makes me immensely sad. :(<br /><br />As a side note, if I find an erotic Tousen/Wonderweiss doujin on a site or on ebay or anywhere else, I might pass out or run around in a circle screaming. I shit you not. urn:lj:scribbld.net:atom1:eumenides:5453 2008-02-12T21:29:27Z 2008-02-12T21:29:27Z Title: Heaven is at your side<br />Author/Artist: Eumenides (flowerofsin)<br />Pairing: Tousen/Wonderweiss<br />Fandom: Bleach<br />Rating: PG<br />Theme: #8 - our own world <br />Summary: Long after everything is said and done, a different dream is alive.<br />Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns everything, I own nothing but my imagination.<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />The pair trudged along the barren wasteland that was Hueco Mundo, headed for the structure that they had made their temporary home. Temporary, for there was no place that they could truly call their own anymore, rejected by both sides. There were still times that the pair had to fight for life among the rolling dunes of the landscape. Long gone was the artificial sky of Las Noches under which a small arrancar had played, his kindred spirit sitting not so far away, listening to the hollow's carefree sounds. Long gone was the dream of storming heaven's gates to place a new god on the throne that might achieve something that a lone shinigami had dreamed of whilst standing at his friend's grave. Now, there was only the two of them, the other survivors on the losing end of a seemingly unending battle having scattered long since.<br /><br />The desert winds tossed the blonde's long hair as he walked next to the shorter man. The arrancar gazed over at the man beside him, mismatched sightless eyes gazing forward as they made their way home. Wonderweiss frowned. Even after all this time, he'd never forgive the shinigami that had brought such turmoil into Tousen's previous inner peace. Even now Wonderweiss could sense the creature within that beat upon the bars that Kaname had put it behind. He could always smell Tousen's underlying fear of those bars giving way, the thing unleashed never to be subjugated again. Wonderweiss clenched a fist at the memory of holding the shivering vaizard on many a dark desert night as he tried to hold his beast in check. Though the years had brought the semblance of what Tousen had before, the blonde could never forgive their former master, though he knew that Aizen would hardly care, wherever it was that his soul lay now.<br /><br />Wonderweiss pushed open the door for his companion, who thanked him as he stepped inside, slipping off his cloak to hang on a hook on the nearby wall. Tousen followed the tall blonde into the kitchen where the sound of opening cabinets and clinking dishes could be heard.<br /><br />“I'll make us some tea,” Wonderweiss told his companion, who took a seat at the small table.<br /><br />“Thank you, Wonderweiss,” Kaname told him, enjoying the quiet within his mind for as long as it lasted. The calm and peace within himself that he remembered from his time in Soul Society and for a short time afterwards seemed like a dream, a quickly fading memory. The thing that the Hougyouku had made within him put an abrupt end to that. The years had granted Tousen further control, but sometimes he feared that this was only temporary, that the things the hollow inside of him sang to him of as he drifted off to sleep would come to pass.<br /><br />Tousen let the arrancar's spiritual presence watch over him and soothe his nerves. Though he'd traced the lines and curves of Wonderweiss' body a countless number of times, he still found himself wishing that just once he could see the other man in the light of the sun. Tousen smiled faintly to himself. It was so strange how things had worked out. He'd never thought when he'd first felt the arrancar follow behind him through the corridors of Las Noches like a moth to a brightly burning flame, that he would come to depend on Wonderweiss so. The feel of him kept Kaname grounded when he felt himself adrift. The blonde had been the only one who hadn't shied away from Kaname when he'd changed.<br /><br />The sound of Wonderweiss pouring the fragrant tea into his cup woke Tousen from his reverie. The blonde placed a hand on his shoulder, his voice full of concern. “Are you alright?” he asked, violet eyes examining the vaizard's face.<br /><br />“I'm fine,” Kaname told him. “It's nothing.” Tousen almost believed his own words. He hoped that Wonderweiss did. He didn't want to keep troubling the arrancar. Kaname had brought him much pain over the years, not the least of which had been separation from his own kind. Tousen could never be accepted due to what he was and everything that had come to pass, which left Wonderweiss rejected in turn.<br /><br />He heard Wonderweiss make a disagreeing sound before there was the sensation of a hand combing through his braids and a forehead pressing against his own. The blonde gazed into sightless eyes as he spoke, warm breath on the other man's face. “Don't say it's nothing,” he admonished.<br /><br />Tousen sighed, wanting to pull the other man close to nuzzle against his warmth but feeling guilty about it. “Don't you ever regret it? Because of me, you can't-”<br /><br />“It doesn't matter,” Wonderweiss interrupted. “All I want is to be with you. Ever since that time I saw you there when I was made. I don't care about anything else.” Declaration said, the arrancar sealed it with a press of lips to silence his companion's possible protests.<br /><br />Tousen blinked as lips pressed insistently against his own. He let himself believe that the arrancar was right. That as long as they were together, this was what mattered. As long as he could have this, though all the blood on his hands told him that he didn't deserve it. Closing his eyes, Tousen yielded as Wonderweiss deepened the kiss. He raised a hand to entwine in long silky locks as the blonde's tongue swept his mouth possessively. Yes, this was the only taste of heaven that Tousen would ever get, but perhaps this was enough.<br /><br /><br />End<br /><br /> urn:lj:scribbld.net:atom1:eumenides:5153 2008-02-12T21:27:01Z 2008-02-12T21:27:01Z Title: A Beautiful Sight<br />Author/Artist: Eumenides (flowerofsin)<br />Pairing: Tousen/Wonderweiss<br />Fandom: Bleach<br />Theme: #1 - look over here <br />Summary: Wonderweiss gives Tousen a gift from the other world.<br />Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns everything, I own nothing but my imagination.<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />Their business finished in the realm of the living, the group of arrancar headed for the place they called their home. Running to catch up with the other arrancar, Wonderweiss’ attention was caught by a patch of colorful flowers blooming in the shade under a nearby tree. Staring at them with wide eyes and a faint smile, he crouched down, reaching out to pluck them.<br /><br />Looking backward, a large arrancar caught sight of him and shook his head. “Come on, Wonderweiss, What are you dallying for? We’re done here,” the arrancar called out as he turned to leave. <br /><br />“I don’t even know why we had to bring him,” another arrancar said as they opened a gate back to their realm, the fabric of the space before them splitting into an area large enough for the group to pass through. The small bundle in his hands, Wonderweiss managed to catch up with the other hollows just as they stepped through and beyond.<br /><br />Bounding through the corridors of Las Noches, Wonderweiss finally found who he was searching for as he entered the courtyard. The small arrancar headed toward the bench on which Tousen sat under the artificial sky. The shinigami smiled as he recognized the spiritual power of the approaching arrancar. Stopping before the seated man, Wonderweiss extended the bundle of flowers happily. That was until Tousen cast a quizzical look in his direction. The arrancar’s face fell as he realized that the man couldn’t see the gift he’d brought from the other world. The way that the shinigami navigated about their stronghold effortlessly made the arrancar sometimes forget about the man's blindness.<br /><br />Wonderweiss startled at the sensation of a pair of hands covering his own. He was suddenly glad of Tousen’s lack of sight as his face heated when long fingers drew themselves along his clasped hands.<br /><br />Realization dawned on Tousen’s face. “Oh, are these for me?”<br /><br />Wonderweiss nodded, making a sound of agreement. The shinigami took the flowers from the arrancar’s hands. Wonderweiss watched Tousen raise one hand to his face, using his teeth to help work the black glove off of his hand. The arrancar felt strangely warm at the sight of the man's long fingers sliding downward out of the garment as Kaname's teeth plucked at the fabric.<br /><br />His hand now bare, Tousen’s fingers traced the stem of each flower up to the petals, silky under his touch. The shinigami raised the bouquet upward to inhale the fragrance of the blossoms, a smile spreading across his face.<br /><br />“They’re very beautiful,” Tousen said after a moment. He rarely took time to enjoy simple pleasures such as this, and was glad of the arrancar's reminder of doing so. He reached out, placing a hand on Wonderweiss’ shoulder that slid upward to cup his cheek. “Thank you, Wonderweiss.”<br /><br />Blushing, the boyish arrancar made a pleased sound, moving to sit next to the man on the bench. Feeling bold, he leaned into the warmth of the man’s body, as surprised as he was pleased when the shinigami draped an arm around his shoulders to pull him closer. Wonderweiss' blush deepened when he felt the brief press of warm lips against his temple. A lopsided grin spread across the arrancar's face in answer to the man's gesture. A faint smile on his face, Tousen relaxed against the bench, the weight of the body next to him as pleasing as the scent of the blossoms clasped in his hand.<br /><br />End<br /><br /> urn:lj:scribbld.net:atom1:eumenides:4877 2008-02-12T21:25:39Z 2008-02-12T21:25:39Z Title: Meaningless Fantasies<br />Author: Eumenides<br />Characters: Tousen<br />Rating: NC-17<br />Word count: 655<br />Warnings: none<br />Summary: Tousen engages in a little self love while imagining that it's another.<br /><br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />His eyes half-lidded as he lay in his darkened bedroom, Tousen shifted against the sheets, a restless feeling in his gut. He'd had that reoccurring dream again, the one that often made him wake in the middle of the night aching, a sheen of sweat coating his skin. He pushed the blanket off of himself, nudging it with a foot to pool at the bottom of the bed. It had become far too warm in the room considering where his thoughts had taken him.<br /><br />Rolling onto his other side, Kaname unfastened the belt to his yukata and spread the silky fabric. With a frustrated sigh, he allowed a hand to trail across his belly and slip downward, combing through dark curls before surrounding hardened flesh. He felt his face heat as he bit his lip. This was the most efficient way of dealing with such a thing, if he could just focus on gaining release.<br /><br />But this time was just like the others. Instead of being able to quickly bring himself off, the voice from his dream returned to haunt him. It seemed to rumble low in his ear, murmuring of dark and shameful things that the man wanted to do to him, things Tousen was afraid he might enjoy. And suddenly the hand around Kaname's erection wasn't his own, but the other man's fisting him with brisk strokes. The imagined heat of a body behind him pressing close made Kaname groan almost as much as the motion of his hand.<br /><br />Kaname could almost hear the laughter in the other man's voice, lips against his neck pulling into a wicked grin <i>'You like this, don't you?'</i> that phantom voice told him. <i>'I knew you would. Not too principled to enjoy something a little dirty, hmm?'</i> All Tousen could do was moan as he felt figment of his imagination rub himself against him from behind, hardened flesh sliding along Kaname's thigh as the other man cooed into an ear about what he'd do to Kaname first and for how long. <br /><br />Moistening a finger, Tousen ran it across a nipple, plucking at it and rolling it between thumb and forefinger. Turning his head into the pillow as he groaned, Kaname could almost feel the man chuckle against his skin before nipping at his throat, laving the bite marks with a pink tongue. His hips shifting forward rhythmically, Kaname pushed through the circle of his fist, unable to prevent the movement. He had a feeling that the sight of his loss of control would either amuse or arouse the other man had he been there. Perhaps both.<br /><br />A few more strokes and Tousen was there, spilling over his hand and onto his belly as the voice from his dream urged to him to yield to the pleasure that he was being given. Spent, Tousen rolled onto his back, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath while the remnants of fantasy faded and the reality of what he'd done while thinking about whom crashed in on him.<br /><br />Groaning as he squeezed his eyes shut as if it would clear his mind of the visions from his dreams, Tousen was left to feelings of shame. Kaname was fairly certain that he didn't actually want the other man. They were only dreams. Harmless, meaningless fantasies that weren't an indication of anything other than a need for release of some sort. Anyone would have sufficed for them. The fact that the dreams usually manifested a certain someone wasn't anything that he should worry about.. Tousen frowned, turning a cheek against the pillow. It's not as though the arrancar would ever find out that he was the subject of Kaname's odd fantasies anyway. Lying in bed, waiting to drift off to sleep, Tousen reflected idly on the remembered description of the espada, feeling a sudden urge to card fingers through hair almost the color of a cloudless sky.<br /><br /><br />End<br /><br /> urn:lj:scribbld.net:atom1:eumenides:4621 2008-02-12T21:23:36Z 2008-02-12T21:23:36Z Title: The Dangers of Eavesdropping<br />Author: Eumenides<br />Rating: PG<br />Characters: Kenpachi, Yachiru, Ikkaku, & Yumichika<br />Word count: 578<br />Summary: An attempt at humor. Ikkaku and Yumichika overhear a conversation.<br />Warnings: none<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />Walking down the hallway, Ikkaku and Yumichika passed by their captain’s office, the sound of worry in Yachiru’s voice giving them pause.<br /><br />“Nnn, I don’t know…”<br /><br />“Geez, don’t be such a baby,” Kenpachi scolded.<br /><br />The pairs’ ears perked up after Yachiru said, in a pouty voice, “I bet that’s going to hurt.”<br /><br />Yumichika made a choked sound. “No way!” he whispered to his friend. “The captain’s not trying to-”<br /><br />“Of course not!” Ikkaku whispered back in annoyance, though he moved to press an ear against the door. “Zaraki-sama’s not that kind of-”<br /><br />“Come on,” Kenpachi answered her, his voice insistent. “You’re always saying how you’re a big girl now.”<br /><br />“But Ken-chan…” <br /><br />The pair glued themselves to the door, their eyes growing wider.<br /><br />“Come on, for me?” Kenpachi murmured in a voice much sweeter than his usually rough one.<br /><br />“But it’s going to hurt,” Yachiru insisted.<br /><br />“Only at first,” he reassured, “then you’ll be fine.”<br /><br />“I guess so,” Yachiru answered, still sounding unsure.<br /><br />Horrified, Ikkaku and Yumichika heard a rustling sound, then Kenpachi saying. “Here we go.”<br /><br />“No, KEN-CHAN!!!” Yachiru shrieked.<br /><br />“NO WAY!!!” the two shinigami outside the door shouted. In their haste to try to get into the room to try to stop what they feared was going on, they ended up tripping over each other, falling in a heap onto the floor. Looking up, the pair caught sight of a fully clothed Yachiru sitting in a chair, pouting and gazing at a band-aid on her hand as she wiped a tear from her eye. Crouching before her was an equally clothed Kenpachi, gazing back at the pair with annoyed curiosity. A first aid kit sat on the floor off to their captain’s side. Zaraki capped the bottle of disinfectant sitting on the floor, frowning as he put it back in the kit.<br /><br />“What’s with you guys lurking outside the door and then being so noisy?” he asked in a rough voice. Kenpachi squinted as he rubbed his ear. “It’s bad enough she’s trying to break my eardrums without you guys adding to it.”<br /><br />Yachiru pouted. “But, Ken-chan…”<br /><br />He turned to her, frowning. “Sheesh, what’s with the vice captain of the 11th acting squeamish over getting a cut when you like watching fights just fine? People will think you’re part of 4th division or something if you keep acting like that.”<br /><br />Having gained his footing, Yumichika said in a relieved voice, “Thank goodness! We thought that you were-” His words were cut off by Ikkaku abruptly slapping a hand over his mouth.<br /><br />“Nothing!” Ikkaku insisted. “We thought nothing at all. We were just passing by and-”<br /><br />Kenpachi frowned as he stood up. “Huh? What’s with the two of you acting stranger than usual?”<br /><br />Yachiru swung her legs back and forth as she sat in the chair before offering, “Maybe they thought you‘d become a lolicon or something when they heard me, Ken-chan.”<br /><br />The spiritual pressure in the room suddenly went up exponentially. “EH?!” Kenpachi exclaimed.<br /><br />“No! We didn’t, at least I didn’t-” Ikkaku offered as Yumichika threw him a shocked look.<br /><br />“So that’s what you guys think of me, huh? There is a perverted captain in this place, but it isn’t me!”<br /><br />At the sight of their captain looming closer, a deadly look on his face, the pair beat a hasty exit. An irate Kenpachi followed close behind them. Giggling, Yachiru bounded after the trio, forgetting about her injury for the time being in favor of fun.<br /><br />End<br /><br /> urn:lj:scribbld.net:atom1:eumenides:4485 2008-02-12T21:21:11Z 2008-02-12T21:21:11Z Title: Close To You<br />Author: Eumenides<br />Rating: NC-17<br />Pairing: Tousen/Wonderweiss, minor yuri<br />Word Count: 2,716<br />Summary: Watching the more experienced gives Wonderweiss ideas.<br /> <br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />Wonderweiss watched from his vantage point in a darkened corner as the two women walked down the hallway. Reaching her quarters, Halibel paused to open the door before guiding the other woman inside. The arrancar had barely made it through the doorway before an arm was slipped around her waist that pulled her close. Wonderweiss gazed with wide eyes as the blonde leaned down to murmur something into her Fracción’s ear that made the other woman smile. He watched as Halibel raised a hand to comb through the arrancar’s dark hair before she was pulled close for a kiss. His eyes travelled the same path Halibel’s roaming hand did as it slid across the woman’s chest, unfastening her top before sweeping white fabric aside to stroke at the pale skin beneath to the woman’s delight. Wonderweiss marveled at how Halibel bent to plant kisses on the woman’s chest as her grinning Fracción combed through her pale hair before the scene was hidden from view as the Espada edged the door closed with a foot.<br /><br />Sitting in the darkened corner, Wonderweiss’ heart pounded in his chest, a warm feeling in his gut that seemed to spread lower. He touched a hand to his lips, trying to imagine what it would be like to have another set pressed to his own. He’d rarely felt this way before. The only thing that brought out similar feelings was when he watched Tousen spar by himself under the artificial blue sky of Las Noches. As Tousen was usually shirtless at the time, the arrancar would gaze at his muscled chest and belly as the shinigami practiced his swordsmanship. Wonderweiss recalled how he’d have to bite his lip as he watched perspiration bead on the shinigami’s dark skin to trickle down his chest and past his navel, disappearing into his black hakama.<br /><br />“Tousen,” Wonderweiss said wonderingly before wandering off to find the man.<br /><br />Kaname sat in the courtyard on a bench, enjoying the peaceful late morning. Looking in the direction of the familiar spiritual power that he sensed draw nearer, he greeted the small arrancar. To his surprise, Wonderweiss bounded toward him to kneel on the bench, putting arms around his waist and nuzzling close. <br /><br />“What’s this?” Tousen asked, wondering at the hollow’s behavior. But he still put an arm around the hollow’s waist and raised a hand to stroke through his pale hair. He chuckled at the way the boyish creature tried to burrow closer because of his actions. A faint smile spread across Kaname’s face despite himself at the warm feeling in his belly. Wonderweiss seemed so innocent most of the time, even though Tousen didn’t doubt that the hollow was as dangerous a creature as most were.<br /><br />Tousen frowned at the muffled words Wonderweiss murmured against his shoulder, thinking that they couldn’t have been what he thought they were. When the man made no response, Wonderweiss pulled back somewhat to gaze at the man’s face, saying more clearly, “You’re beautiful,” so that the man could hear.<br /><br />Wonderweiss frowned when he was met with a wide-eyed stare in his direction. Halibel’s Fracción had seemed much happier when she’d heard those words earlier. The arrancar pouted, returning to nuzzle against the man, repeating the phrase again. He meant the words. Usually he was content to just watch the shinigami, loving the way the man moved, the man’s expressions, and the sound of his voice. Everything about him was beautiful to Wonderweiss, even if the man couldn’t physically see it.<br /><br />Kaname smiled finally, chuckling as he returned the arrancar’s embrace. “You’re very sweet, Wonderweiss.”<br /><br />Tousen thought nothing of it as a hand idly trailed across his chest as Wonderweiss cooed softly. But when the boyish arrancar moved to straddle him, the shinigami let out a gasp of surprise. He gazed in Wonderweiss’ direction as the blonde raised a hand to cup his face, sliding it back through the man’s hair before he leaned forward to press lips to his. In his shock, Tousen didn’t react immediately. But when the blonde tried to sloppily deepen the kiss, he planted hands on the hollow’s shoulders to push him away.<br /><br />“Wonderweiss, what’s gotten into-” Tousen managed to get out before lips covered his again, Wonderweiss making an insistent sound. He tried to dislodge the small arrancar, but his grip was strong. The hands on Wonderweiss’ shoulders stopped pushing as the shinigami gave in to the feeling building within him. It seemed almost wrong, but the warm weight in Tousen’s lap and the inexperienced press of lips against his own felt rather pleasant.<br /><br />A familiar voice came from not so far away, startling the shinigami. “You’re always talking about morals, and look at you. Why don’t you and your puppy get a room?” Grimmjow told the shinigami as he strolled toward them from a distance away.<br /><br />Feeling embarrassed, Tousen managed to detach himself from the arrancar’s lips, pushing the blonde off his lap and making him pout. “Not that I need to explain anything to you,” Tousen began, a frown on his face, “but this isn’t what it looks like. I don’t know what brought this on.” He tried to ignore the fact that he’d begun to enjoy it before the Espada had showed up.<br /><br />Grimmjow raised his hands as he walked away. “Hey, it’s not my business what you do with your little pet. You wouldn’t be the only one around this place with strange tastes.”<br /><br />Tousen’s brows knitted further together as he heard the Espada saunter past. Someone like Grimmjow looking down on him was beyond exasperating. He blinked as he felt that Wonderweiss was crouching on the ground by the opposite side of the bench, most likely staring at him. The boyish arrancar made a worried sound as he bit his thumb. <br /><br />“I’m not angry with you, Wonderweiss,” Kaname told the hollow in reassurance. Wonderweiss made a sound that seemed to show his uncertainty on that score. Tousen sighed. He wasn’t sure what had brought that behavior on, but the feelings that it had brought to the surface in him made Tousen uneasy. Having fond feelings for a hollow was bad enough, anything more would be unacceptable, especially with how innocent the arrancar seemed to be.<br /><br /><center>*******************************************</center><br /><br />In the evening, Wonderweiss was wandering the halls of their stronghold. As they normally did at this time of day, his travels took him toward Tousen’s quarters. Usually, the arrancar was content to hover by the man’s room, feeling the pulse of the spiritual power within. Tonight, however, the door was slightly ajar, tempting him. Biting his lip, Wonderweiss crept closer, peeking through the crack in the door before entering as quietly as he could. <br /><br />Slinking toward the bedroom of the man’s quarters, he found Tousen lying on his bed on his side, his back to the door and the covers bunched near the foot of the bed. Wonderweiss eyed the shinigami, who had shed his usual outfit in favor of a black yukata, a violet pattern woven into it. The fabric was arranged so that it exposed quite a bit of the man’s legs. Making a soft wondering sound, the arrancar moved closer, wanting to see more of the man’s skin, picturing in his mind what it would be like to sweep the fabric aside to expose the juncture of hip and thigh. Would Tousen moan the way Halibel’s Fracción had?<br /><br />When Wonderweiss had nearly crept close enough, a hand extended tentatively forward, he found himself grasped by the arm and flipped onto his back on the bed, his legs partly hanging off. Simultaneous with this was the sound of what was likely a katana being unsheathed. Wonderweiss knew his ears weren’t mistaken when Tousen’s zanpakutou was held to his throat as the shinigami loomed over him.<br /><br />Wonderweiss stared upward with wide eyes as he watched Tousen blink sleepily. “Wonderweiss?” he asked as his senses confirmed who it was. He sighed, sliding his sword back into its sheath and setting it on the other side of the bed. “You shouldn’t sneak up on me like that when I’m asleep,” he explained to the hollow. “Was there something that you wanted?”<br /><br />The blonde stared at him, making a dejected sound. Everything he’d been doing lately seemed to be making the man upset with him. He hadn’t intended to make the shinigami angry. He hated that he couldn’t make the man understand what he wanted. Or maybe Tousen did understand, and that was what annoyed him. Biting his lip, Wonderweiss lurched forward, landing against the man’s chest and wrapping arms around his waist<br /><br />Tousen sighed as he heard the arrancar’s muffled ‘sorry.’ He patted the blonde’s head, stroking through his hair as he nuzzled closer. “There isn’t anything to be sorry about,” Tousen told him, knowing that the small hollow was referring to his behavior earlier in the day. Tousen leaned down so that his cheek pressed against the hollow’s soft hair, making the arrancar coo softly. He frowned. Kaname hadn’t expected it, but somehow he’d become all too fond of the arrancar who shadowed his every move, liking his company. It wasn’t at all like what he’d had in Soul Society, the remembrance of quiet evenings spent in Komamura‘s company bringing on a pang of something that felt suspiciously like guilt. He pulled the hollow closer, waiting for the wave of regret to fade. No, it wasn’t like what he’d left behind at all, but it was still nice. Just like the press of the blonde’s lips against his own had been. <br /><br />Wonderweiss continued to cling to the shinigami, content with having those arms thrown around him. Being close to Tousen made that gnawing hunger that was always inside of him less. He could almost forget about it entirely as he drank in the man’s warmth and felt his spiritual power wash over him. The man smelled wonderful, freshly bathed smooth skin under his cheek. Knowing he was likely going to anger the man, but not being able to help it, he raised a hand to stroke the exposed skin of the man’s chest, daring to push the yukata further open gradually to test the man’s reaction. He didn’t understand why Tousen had responded so differently than Halibel’s Fracción had. Didn’t he like him, too?<br /><br />“I like you,” Wonderweiss murmured against his chest as fingers drew idle circles on Tousen’s skin.<br /><br />After a long pause in which the ache in the empty spot in Wonderweiss’ chest seemed to increase, the arrancar heard, “I like you, too, Wonderweiss.” As surprised as he was pleased, the hollow pulled back to gaze up at the man, whose brows were furrowed as if in thought. The arrancar watched the shinigami worry his bottom lip with his teeth before the hands resting on his hips were drawn up his sides toward his shoulders, sliding upward to cup his face. Wonderweiss made a wondering sound as the man loomed closer, sightless eyes closing as he pressed lips against the blonde’s in a kiss.<br /><br />Still feeling mildly uneasy about the situation, Tousen managed to ignore this in favor of easing the longing that he felt. Kaname deepened the kiss, parting the arrancar’s lips under his own to slide a tongue inside to sweep the blonde’s mouth lazily. Wonderweiss made a pleased sound in the back of his throat, deciding that kissing was much better when both people participated.<br /><br />Tousen’s lips trailed across the line of Wonderweiss’ jaw as the blonde bared his throat obligingly. A hand rose tentatively to pluck at the top of the arrancar’s clothing. Realizing what the shinigami wanted, Wonderweiss pulled away to unfasten and peel the garment off, discarding it haphazardly before returning to press his bared skin against Tousen. The shinigami pulled the smaller form into his lap, turning him so that his nude back pressed against his chest. Wonderweiss shifted against him, enjoying the way that the man’s hands roved over his body as he nipped at his neck.<br /><br />In a few moments, a hand slid downward to stroke the blonde’s lower belly, slipping lower to dip inside of his hakama. Wonderweiss gasped, writhing in the shinigami’s lap as a stroking hand surrounded him. He fisted the fabric of the man’s yukata as he moaned, arching against him.<br /><br />Tousen loved the feel of soft hair against his face and the murmurings that the arrancar uttered as he worked his erection in his fist. He held him close with an arm around his upper body, enjoying the feel of the small frame in his arms.<br /><br />“So beautiful, Wonderweiss,” Kaname murmured into the arrancar’s ear. For his part, Wonderweiss moaned, his hips bucking up gently into the shinigami’s fist.<br /><br />The hollow’s almost desperate vocalizations told Kaname that he was close. A few moments more, and Wonderweiss was crying out, creamy fluid spilling over the shinigami’s fist. Tousen continued to milk him until he was completely spent and shivering slightly in his arms. Kaname raised his soiled hand to his face, lapping at the fluid on his fingers. Sated, Wonderweiss turned in his arms to watch the man’s actions, his spent member twitching at the sight.<br /><br />Shifting in Tousen’s lap, Wonderweiss felt the hardness beneath him and heard the man’s gentle groan at the friction that his movements had caused. Wonderweiss wanted to give the man pleasure, too, remembering the Fracción’s head tilting backward in bliss as Halibel tasted her skin. Scooting off Tousen’s lap, Wonderweiss opened the man’s yukata completely. Though surprised, Tousen didn’t stop him, curious to find out the hollow’s intentions.<br /><br />Finding the man nude under the garment, Wonderweiss ran a hand across his lower belly down to the shinigami’s nest of dark curls. Surrounding the man with both hands, Wonderweiss stroked him slowly, his eyes gazing between the sight of the hardening length in his hands and Tousen’s blissful face as his head rolled back onto his shoulders, his loose braids falling down his back. Wonderweiss loved the sound of that deep voice moaning his name softly. Eyes catching the sight of clear fluid beading on the crown of Tousen’s erection, the hollow leaned downward, lapping at it tentatively as he remembered how the man had tasted him. Kaname gave a surprised groan, managing to tell the arrancar that he didn’t have to continue, but making no moves to stop him. Wonderweiss had no intention of doing any such thing, enjoying the taste as much as Tousen’s vocalizations. Knowing that he could make the usually quiet man behave this way was strangely thrilling.<br /><br />When the laving tongue was replaced with a suckling mouth, Kaname cried out, bracing himself against the bed with his hands. Clawing at the sheets behind him, Kaname groaned, his legs parting unconsciously as his toes curled. Wonderweiss gazed up at him, excitedly stepping up his movements. Tousen’s hips moved almost of their own volition in short strokes, pushing him through the circle of Wonderweiss’ fingers and into his warm mouth.<br /><br />Panting, Kaname tried to warn the hollow of his impending orgasm. He moved to place a hand on the blonde’s shoulder, but Wonderweiss taking him deeper into that sucking mouth made the hand squeeze instead of push as he gasped. With a drawn out moan, Tousen came, his essence shooting against the back of the hollow’s throat. Though surprised at first, Wonderweiss swallowed greedily, continuing to milk the shinigami’s erection with his hands<br /><br />Collapsing onto the bed, Tousen lay on his back panting as he felt Wonderweiss lap at the stray spatter on his belly with a pink tongue. The arrancar crawled up the shinigami’s body to kiss his face and lips. Pulling the arrancar against his chest, Tousen tugged the blanket up around them both, content as the smaller form burrowed closer against him under the coverlet. He could worry about the nagging of his conscience in the morning, if it ever came.<br /><br />The next morning as a wandering Grimmjow noticed Wonderweiss exiting Tousen’s room practically on the shinigami’s heels, he smirked. He’d had a feeling that the shinigami was fooling around with the boyish arrancar that followed him around like a lovesick pup. He stuck his hands in his pockets as he trailed a distance behind the pair. It was always the quiet ones that had the weirdest tastes.<br /><br />End<br /><br /> urn:lj:scribbld.net:atom1:eumenides:4342 2008-02-12T21:19:21Z 2008-02-12T21:19:21Z Title: Warmth on a Dark Night <br />Author: Eumenides (flowerofsin)<br />Fandom: Bleach<br />Characters: Komamura & Tousen <br />Prompt: 043 (entwined)<br />Word Count: 2,038<br />Rating: NC-17<br />Summary: Set during the Soul Society arc. With events looming on the horizon, Tousen seeks a moment’s peace.<br />Warnings: The pairing itself is a warning, I suppose. There’s also rimming, if that squicks you.<br />Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns everything, I own nothing but my imagination. (You don’t want to know what I’d do if I did own Bleach…)<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />Leaving the impromptu meeting in the company of Komamura, Tousen marveled to himself at how everything seemed to be going as smoothly as Aizen had predicted. Despite this, the shinigami couldn’t shake a feeling of unease. He believed that the path he followed now was the best one, the just one, and yet as major events loomed on the horizon his usual inner peace seemed to have fled. Kaname frowned. Perhaps it had something to do with the shinigami who walked beside him, the warmth of Komamura’s spiritual presence soothing, but reminding him of how much he stood to lose, things he might never have again. Tousen managed not to sigh. It was going to be harder than he’d thought to walk away from this place. <br /><br />When they arrived at his quarters, Tousen found himself inviting the other shinigami inside, reluctant to relinquish his company, There would be time enough for that in the near future, wouldn’t there? Komamura followed him inside, accepting the offer of tea. He took off his helmet as Tousen closed the door behind them to place on a nearby table. It was only in the quiet shinigami’s presence that he felt comfortable enough to show his true self.<br /><br />Sajin hovered nearby as he watched his friend gather the items to prepare the tea, sensing that there was something amiss. He wasn’t sure what was bothering the other shinigami, but suspected that it had to do with more than just the intruders who’d recently entered Soul Society. Kaname usually opened up to him about what troubled him. Why did it feel as though there was a chasm between them now?<br /><br />Lost in thought, Tousen didn’t realize that his friend was calling to him. Kaname was shaken from his reverie by Sajin laying a hand on his shoulder, his voice full of concern. “Tousen, is something wrong? You seem so distant.”<br /><br />Kaname turned, the weight of the hand on his shoulder making him smile despite himself. He placed a hand over the other shinigami’s. “It’s nothing. Forgive me for worrying you. I’ve just been a little distracted recently.” <br /><br />Komamura stepped closer, his hand massaging Kaname’s shoulder reassuringly. “You needn’t hide anything from me, Kaname. Anything you need from me, even if it’s just a kind ear, I’ll give it.”<br /><br />There was so much sincerity in the other shinigami’s voice, and a note that spoke of something more. Perhaps it was just his imagination, but Tousen found himself asking, “Anything?” in a low voice, images rising to mind of so many things he’d dreamed of but never dared ask, not wanting to risk their friendship in case he was wrong about how deep Sajin’s feelings ran. “Really?” He placed a hand on the man’s belly to slide upward toward his chest. Just once, Tousen would like to throw caution to the wind, but this would only make difficult circumstances that much harder. Even so, he still wanted this, the chance that might never come again. <br /><br />His hand stilled at Komamura’s surprised gasp. Tousen drew his hand away, chastened. “Sorry. I don’t know what’s gotten into me lately. I shouldn’t assume that you have strange tastes like mine,” he said with a sad smile.<br /><br />Recovering from his shock at the man’s forwardness, Komamura placed hands on the other shinigami’s shoulders, making Kaname gaze up in his direction. After searching the man’s face for a moment, Sajin pulled him close. “It’s not that,” he said finally, “I was just surprised. Tousen, do you really… even though I’m… it won’t be the same as with a normal man.”<br /><br />“That doesn’t matter to me,” Tousen replied, his voice muffled against the man’s clothed chest as Kaname pressed closer, seeking out his friend’s warmth.”Something like that isn’t important at all.” Even if it was only for a moment, he wanted to put Aizen’s unfolding plans aside. And he wanted to believe that the strength of what was held between them would lead Komamura along with him when they left Soul Society, though he suspected the shinigami’s loyalties wouldn’t allow it.<br /><br />Enjoying the heat of the body in his arms, Sajin nuzzled against Kaname’s neck, inhaling his scent. He wished that his friend would confide in him about what was wrong. But whatever it was that was troubling the man, for now, he would try his best to wash it away from Kaname’s thoughts.<br /><br />A faint smile on his face, Kaname led Sajin toward the bedroom by a hand, his friend trailing behind him, eager but at the same time nervous. Komamura watched Tousen sit on the bed, raising hands to loosen his clothing. The sight of dark skin being bared made Sajin overcome some of his anxiety as he moved to sit next to the other shinigami. Tousen raised a hand to stroke along his friend’s face and neck pleasingly. Feeling bolder, Komamura leaned down, nuzzling against the side of the man’s face before tentatively lapping at his skin. Tousen gasped at the sensation that was moist, warm, and pleasing. He turned his face up and away, exposing his throat and hoping that Sajin would lavish it with his attentions as well. The sight of this made Sajin growl softly before he moved to lap along the line of the man’s jaw and down his throat, spreading Tousen’s clothing to bare more of the man’s skin. <br /><br />Tousen arced into the touch. Grasping Komamura’s shoulders, he pulled him down with him as he moved to lie on the bed. Kaname loved the feel of that tongue trailing across the skin of his chest. He gasped as it began to lick at a nipple with quick strokes, urging it to hardness. He shifted on the bed as its twin was given similar treatment. Raising his hand, Kaname combed through the other shinigami’s fur, enjoying the feel of it under his hands. Tousen pushed at Komamura’s clothing, wanting it out of the way to expose more of his pelt. Enjoying his friend’s reaction, Komamura pulled away long enough to strip off his clothing before returning to resume his treatment of the other shinigami, enjoying the taste of the salty sweat beading on Tousen’s skin and the gentle shivers that wracked his body. <br /><br />Komamura loved the sound of that deep voice moaning his name and asking for more of the treatment he was being given. Hands stroked through the fur on his neck and shoulder as he trailed down Tousen’s body. He intended to give him much more, eager to feed Tousen’s need for sensation. He made short work of the rest of Kaname’s clothing, discarding it on the floor. He lapped at the skin of his lower belly, hovering over his destination.<br /><br />Kaname shivered at the sensation of warm breath caressing him intimately before a tongue trailed moistly along his length, urging it to hardness with sweeping movements over the shaft. A large hand moved to surround it as it began to rise from a nest of dark curls, stroking it firmly as that tongue ran over the crown. The clear fluid that rose after a few moments of the blissful treatment were quickly licked away as Tousen groaned, arching against the sheets.<br /><br />When large hands grasped Kaname’s thighs to push them upward to expose him, Tousen gazed in Sajin’s direction quizzically before the moist and warm organ dipped low to lap at rounded globes before moving inward to taste him intimately. “K-Komamura?!” Tousen gasped in disbelief, shocked that the other shinigami was even doing such a thing. It seemed so dirty, yet the act had Kaname shifting restlessly against the sheets. He groaned as Sajin tasted every part of him he could reach, hanging sacs drawing upward as they were lapped at enthusiastically before Komamura moved back toward the man’s entrance. It excited Komamura to no end that he was able to thrill the other shinigami in this way. He wanted to give the man every pleasure that he could. He spread Tousen’s thighs further to expose the man more fully to his probing tongue. Sajin listened to the almost desperate vocalizations that the normally quiet man made, his tongue teasing the puckered entrance and slipping partly inside.<br /> <br />His partner’s ministrations had Kaname hips rutting the air gently of their own volition, his erection seeking out friction. Komamura sated him somewhat by returning to lap at it, the flesh bobbing slightly as his tongue worked. Komamura growled, aroused as much by the taste of the man as by the sight of him clawing at the sheets, dark braids splayed across the pillow.<br /> <br />Far too aroused and eager, Komamura lowered Tousen’s thighs back to the bed, chuckling at how the man raised upward, groaning at the loss of that probing tongue. Tousen lifted hands to card through his fur as Sajin loomed over him. Komamura murmured his name as he nuzzled against him. After a moment, Sajin urged the other shinigami to turn over onto his belly. Kaname complied eagerly, raising his hips up almost unconsciously as he felt large hands caress his backside. <br /><br />Spying a container on a nearby shelf that would make do for their purposes, Komamura left briefly to collect the bottle of lotion before returning to the bed. Spreading some onto the fingers of one hand, he moved to press a digit against the other shinigami’s entrance, making him groan. Urging his friend to relax, Sajin pressed inside, stroking within him gently. Panting, Tousen gripped the sheets as Komamura fingered him, adding another slick digit to stretch him.<br /><br />Deeming him to be ready after a few moments of stretching, Komamura removed his fingers to stroke lotion onto his erection, sighing at the feel of it. Grasping Tousen’s hips, he pressed his slick erection against him, seeking entry. Tousen groaned as Komamura pushed forward slowly, sliding through the ring of muscle with a low growl. Tousen hissed as he was breeched, stretching around the other shinigami’s girth. Komamura growled as he slid in to the hilt. He panted, trying to resist the urge to thrust into the man as he was trying to adjust. After a few moments, Kaname relaxed, pushing back against the other shinigami to urge him to move. Groaning, Sajin started a series of short rutting strokes, making the other man cry out. At first, Komamura was afraid that he was hurting the man, but Kaname’s subsequent moans told him otherwise.<br /><br />Tousen grunted on each stroke of his lover’s hips, short quick thrusts building heat in his gut. He loved how the larger frame shifted to loom over him, planting hands on the bed on either side of him to brace himself as he moved within him in earnest. His erection bobbed untended between his legs, rocked by the movements of his body. Groaning, Tousen dropped his shoulders to the bed, sneaking a hand down to surround his erection with stroking fingers as Komamura continued to pound eagerly into him. <br /><br />Komamura groaned at Kaname’s delicious tightness, thrilled at how the man pushed back against him while moaning his name. He licked at the sweat on Tousen’s upper back and neck. As orgasm approached, Sajin began to thrust raggedly into his partner, making the man shift agitatedly beneath him, crying out on each stroke. Growling, he couldn’t prevent himself from biting Tousen’s shoulder as he thrust deep, pouring into the other man. Tousen keened through gritted teeth, spilling onto the bed before collapsing onto it. <br /><br />“Sorry,” Komamura said, distressed over not being able to control his baser urges. He lapped at the wound soothingly.<br /><br />“It’s alright,” Kaname replied as he panted, shivering at the tongue stroking over the bite mark. “It felt strangely pleasurable. Don’t be troubled over it.”<br /><br />Catching Kaname’s warm smile as he turned toward him, Komamura moved to pull him close. As he pulled the coverlet over the two of them, Tousen pressed against the other shinigami’s warm fur, enjoying how it tickled his skin. He pushed his worries from his mind. He could dwell on the future at another time. For now, Kaname was content to lie within the circle of Komamura’s arms and hope that in the new world that the trio would bring about, Sajin would want a place at his side.<br /><br />End <br /><br /> urn:lj:scribbld.net:atom1:eumenides:4045 2008-02-12T21:17:33Z 2008-02-12T21:17:33Z Title: If Couches Could Talk<br />Author: Eumenides (flowerofsin)<br />Fandom: Bleach<br />Characters: Aizen, Gin, Tousen<br />Prompt: 027 (Seduction)<br />Word Count: 2,375 <br />Rating: NC-17<br />Summary: Smutty one-shot. Curiosity and longing bear fruit as the pair welcomes a third into the mix.<br />Warnings: none<br />Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns everything, I own nothing but my imagination.<br /><br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />His face heating as he stood by the open door, Tousen listened to the sounds made by the participants within the room. He didn’t need to see them to know what the pair of shinigami was doing. Judging from the gentle slurping sound and Aizen’s soft moaning, he could picture Gin in his mind’s eye kneeling before Aizen on the couch, his head bobbing in the other shinigami’s lap. He wondered idly if Aizen’s hand fisted the material of the couch or if it ran through Gin’s hair. He frowned. The two of them really were shameless, doing something like this when anyone could just walk by and see them. Maybe that was the point. Tousen’s brows knitted further. What did it make him for standing there listening in, trying to picture what the pair was doing. He turned, walking away down the corridor before they could sense that he was there. It wasn’t as though he was interested in this kind of thing anyway.<br /><br />Though Kaname tried to put it from his mind, the memory of those sounds and the knowledge of what they’d been doing continued to haunt him during the day and for many nights afterward. Tousen tried to tell himself that he didn’t envy what the other two shinigami had, but he wasn’t even sure himself if this was entirely the case. And morning meetings had become far too uncomfortable for him. He couldn’t shake the suspicion that something else lay in Aizen’s gaze as he felt it land upon him. Had the other man known he’d been listening in that day? Tousen admonished himself for his paranoia. This wasn’t so likely since he’d only been there briefly and the other two men had been quite occupied at the time. <br /><br />Later that day as his feet took him in the direction of that room again, Tousen tried to tell himself that he was merely taking a different route to the courtyard. If his pace slowed a bit as he approached the cracked door, it wasn’t because he was trying to hear anything as he sensed the spiritual power of the two shinigami within the room seated on the couch. And though Kaname’s steps halted entirely as he stood off to one side of the door where he couldn’t be seen by them, his heart pounding against his ribcage, it definitely wasn’t to eavesdrop on the amorous pair.<br /><br />Instead of what he expected to hear, Tousen startled at his name being called out. Glad that the men wouldn’t be able to see his blush, Tousen pushed the door fully open as he stepped into the doorway, greeting the two shinigami and hoping that he didn’t seem as anxious outwardly as he felt within.<br /><br />“Come in,” Aizen said, “We were just thinking of asking you for tea. So wonderful that you just happened to be passing by.” There was an edge to Aizen’s voice that made Tousen a little wary and secretly thrilled at the same time. <br /><br />The two men made a place for Tousen to sit between them as he approached. Tousen took a seat on the couch, frowning slightly as Aizen shifted closer to him.<br /><br />“To be honest, I’ve noticed that you’ve seemed ill at ease of late, Kaname,” Aizen told the other shinigami. “I hope you’re not having second thoughts about anything.”<br /><br />Tousen frowned. “Of course not. As I told you in the beginning, I am committed to your plans.”<br /><br />“Then what’s been troubling you?” Aizen asked as he sidled closer to the dark-skinned shinigami on the couch. Gin watched, an expression on his face of equal parts excitement and amusement.<br /><br />“Nothing, Aizen. I’m not sure what you mean.”<br /><br />“You’ve seemed a little distracted for the past few days,” Aizen told him as he leaned closer, speaking in a low voice. “I can’t think of anything that could have changed lately,” he continued, watching Tousen attempt to conceal a look of worry, “unless something happened recently to whet your appetite.”<br /><br />Tousen heard Gin chuckle next to him as he moved closer. “It’s always the quiet ones that are perverted, eavesdropping on a couple of guys. I wonder what kind of thing you’ve been dreaming about lately. I wonder if they’re anything like this.”<br /><br />Tousen startled at the feel of a hand on his thigh, another moving across his chest. As he opened his mouth in question, he found a pair of lips covering his own. Aizen took advantage of the other shinigami’s surprise to deepen the kiss, raising a hand to comb through the man’s braided hair. Gin’s hand continued to stroke Tousen’s leg, edging higher toward the junction of hip and thigh. Tousen placed a hand over Gin’s roving one in an attempt to still it, but the other shinigami was insistent. That hand reached its destination, stroking Kaname’s groin, making him moan into Aizen’s delving mouth.<br /><br />Tousen managed to break away from Aizen’s lips, though the man continued to stroke his chest with one hand. “What are you doing?” Kaname asked, slightly breathless. He heard Gin chuckle nearby and felt his warm breath on one ear before he nipped at it. <br /><br />“What do you think we’re doing?” Gin asked him, lapping at his ear slightly. He squeezed at the man’s groin, making him gasp. “You were listening because you were curious, right?”<br /><br />“Isn’t this a wonderful way of satisfying that curiosity?” Aizen added. He raised a hand to sweep Tousen’s braids aside, planting several kisses onto the line of his jaw. “And it’s a nice cure for the frustration you’ve been feeling lately, yes?”<br /><br />As annoyed as he was excited, Tousen pushed at the two shinigami, attempting to dislodge them. “I don’t want to be part of some perverse game between the two of you.” His eyes narrowed. “And I’ve never had a use for pity, so I hardly need any now.”<br /><br />He heard Aizen chuckle nearby and felt him lay a hand over the one he had placed on the shinigami’s chest. Aizen raised Tousen’s hand to his face, lapping at the man’s exposed fingers. Surprised, Tousen attempted to pull away, but Aizen’s hold was insistent.<br /><br />“There’s never been a time when I pitied you, Tousen,” Sosuke began, “and the only game I want to play involves you becoming a bit more horizontal,” he finished, pushing Tousen off balance so that he fell into Gin’s waiting lap. The pale haired shinigami pulled Tousen close and shifted so that he lay between his spread legs, Kaname’s back against his chest as he rested against the arm of the couch.<br /><br />Tousen shifted in Gin’s arms, mildly alarmed, moderately annoyed, and more excited than he wanted to admit as he felt Aizen move to hover over him. “Aizen, I’m not in the mood for this kind of-” Tousen tried to protest before Aizen covered his mouth with his own once more, his hands roving over the other man’s body.<br /><br />His heart pounding in his chest, Tousen’s resolve to struggle against the two men was weakening. He was awash with sensation, stroking hands over his clothed skin, lips kissing his neck and face. He sighed. Was it so wrong to allow this, when he’d been fantasizing about just this kind of thing when he was alone? The reality of things was shaping up to be much better. He tipped his head back against Gin’s shoulder, allowing Gin to nibble on his neck as Aizen began to unfasten his garments, sweeping the white fabric aside to expose dark skin. Tousen gasped as he felt a mouth fasten to a nipple, suckling it until it hardened. Gin’s hand stroked the skin of his belly, dipping lower to slip inside his hakama. Tousen groaned as Gin fondled what he found there deliciously.<br /><br />Aizen loosened his own clothing as he trailed down Tousen’s body. Reaching his destination as he moved to kneel on the floor, Sosuke pulled Kaname’s hakama off entirely. He moved to surround the shinigami’s erection with a stroking hand as Gin’s moved away to trail across Tousen’s belly. Smirking, Aizen bowed his head to take the other man inside, chuckling around his erection at the sound of Kaname’s surprised moan.<br /><br />Tousen tilted his head back, crying out as Aizen’s mouth sheathed him in moist warmth. The dark haired shinigami worked his member expertly, drawing him into hardness quickly. Tousen shifted on the couch, moaning uncontrollably as Gin nibbled on the shell of his ear, one of his hands moving to tweak an erect nipple. Gin’s other hand slid downward to comb through Aizen’s hair as he worked, causing the other shinigami to smile around Tousen’s length.<br /><br />When Kaname thought he wouldn’t be able to take much of this treatment without reaching his peak, Aizen pulled away with a moist sound. Aizen chuckled at the frustrated groan Tousen gave when he stopped. An eager look on his face, Sosuke urged Tousen to turn over so that he straddled Gin on the couch. Smirking, the pale haired shinigami pulled Kaname close as Aizen began to caress Tousen’s firm buttocks.<br /><br />Aizen drew a finger into his mouth to moisten it, lowering his hand to run it across Tousen’s entrance, making the other shinigami gasp at the strange sensation. Sosuke grinned as he watched his comrade shift on top of Gin, who seemed all too pleased at the friction.<br /><br />“No one’s ever been in here, have they?” Aizen asked as he stroked across puckered skin.<br /><br />Kaname felt his face heat. “No, of course not.”<br /><br />The other shinigami smirked. “Then I should treat it properly since it’s your first time.<br /><br />Gin noted how the quizzical expression on Tousen’s face became one of surprise as Aizen leaned down to lap at Tousen’s entrance. He loved how expressive the man’s face was, watching Kaname’s brows knit together as he bowed his head groaning, overcome by the strange pleasure of Aizen’s ministrations. Gin tangled a hand in Tousen’s hair, pulling him downward to seal lips over his open mouth, swallowing his subsequent moans. They kissed hungrily, Tousen pushing back against Aizen, seeking more sensation and making the other shinigami smile.<br /><br />When Aizen pulled away after a few moments, Tousen groaned in frustration until Gin distracted him with a stroking hand and delving mouth. The sensation of a finger slick with whatever Aizen had moved away to grasp made Kaname groan into Gin’s mouth before he pulled away to gasp.<br /><br />“Just relax,” Sosuke told him, withdrawing the digit then pressing it deeper into his tight passage. Aizen sounded slightly breathless, eager over the prospect of burying himself into the heat he’d begun to probe.<br /><br />Unnerved but still excited, Kaname tried to relax, allowing another probing digit to join the first. He felt them scissor against each other within him before they started to stroke against something deep inside that made him gasp. Gin chuckled under him, fisting both their erections together for the added pleasure of delicious friction.<br /><br />“Just wait,” Gin told him, “It’ll get even better.”<br /><br />When Sosuke removed his fingers to press something much thicker against his opening, Kaname bit his lip in discomfort as he tensed. Aizen leaned over him, murmuring placating words as he pushed gently against him, getting the other shinigami to relax enough for him to slip inside. Tousen groaned as Aizen pushed forward, breeching him. Panting, Kaname tried to relax. The sensation was uncomfortable at first but at the same time strangely pleasing. Aizen pushed in slowly, allowing the man time to adjust. Gin stepped up the movement of his hand, making Kaname moan loudly from the dual sensations as Aizen sank in to the hilt.<br /><br />After a brief respite where Sosuke thought he’d almost go mad from being buried in such tightness without moving, he began to thrust, first gently then more firmly as the pleasure of it began to undo him. Kaname tossed his head back as he cried out, a cascade of braids falling over his shoulders. Gin stroked all the skin he could reach with one hand as he fondled himself with another, excited by the usually quiet man’s vocalizations as Aizen moved within him.<br /><br />Sosuke moved to sit on the couch, pulling Kaname with him. Tousen cried out as he moved backward, gravity impaling him on Aizen’s erection. Panting, Sosuke pushed hungrily up into him. Gin watched with interest as Kaname’s head fell back against Aizen’s shoulder, sweat beading on dark skin as he cried out on each thrust.<br /><br />It wasn’t long before Aizen was undone by the tight heat of the other man, Giving off a groan that was more of a growl, he spilled deep inside of the other shinigami before collapsing against the arm of the couch, pulling Tousen with him. Kaname let out a groan of disappointment at being left on the brink of orgasm, his erection hard and aching. That was until he felt Gin move between his legs, slipping inside as Aizen vacated with a long firm thrust that made Kaname clench his teeth. <br /><br />Panting, Gin’s hand gripped the other shinigami’s hip as he pushed into him, far too excited to think about if he was being rough or not. By the way Kaname behaved, he didn’t seem to mind, raising hands to claw at the man’s back as he wrapped a leg around his waist, bucking against him. Aizen nipped at Kaname’s shoulder, enjoying being pressed against the couch by the weight of the two men. Gin leaned forward to kiss Sosuke sloppily over Tousen’s shoulder before he sealed his mouth to Kaname’s, kissing him as deeply as he plunged into him.<br /><br />It wasn’t much longer before Kaname broke the kiss to wail, sightless eyes rolling back into his head as he clenched around Gin. His essence splashed between them, slick on both their bellies. Gin was able to thrust inside of him a few more times before the tight heat caused him to go over the edge, spilling warmly inside the other shinigami. They collapsed against the couch, Aizen grunting softly beneath them.<br /><br />After a few moments of catching his breath, Gin remarked, “This was much better than having tea,” his voice muffled slightly by Kaname’s shoulder. Lying between the two men sweaty and sated, Tousen couldn’t help but agree.<br /><br />End<br /> urn:lj:scribbld.net:atom1:eumenides:3699 2008-02-12T21:15:29Z 2008-02-12T21:15:29Z Title: The Good Kind of Ache <br />Author: Eumenides (<span class='ljuser' lj:user='flowerofsin' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://www.scribbld.net/userinfo.bml?user=flowerofsin'><img src='http://www.scribbld.net/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://www.scribbld.net/userinfo.bml?user=flowerofsin'><b>flowerofsin</b></a></span>)<br />Fandom: Bleach<br />Characters: Aizen, Tousen<br />Prompt: 004 (sore)<br />Word Count: 1,238<br />Rating: NC-17<br />Summary: A moment between lovers. No spoilers (this one could take place in any arc, to be honest)<br />Warnings: Beware of m/m loving.<br />Disclaimer: I own nothing from Bleach. Kubo Tite rules all. <br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />Unable to get to sleep, one of two figures on a bed opened his eyes in the dimly lit room. Shifting on his side of the bed, Kaname suppressed a groan. He sighed, unable to get comfortable due to aches in rather intimate places. He enjoyed his partner’s enthusiasm during the act, afterwards not as much.<br /><br />The body behind Tousen shifted closer, a bare chest pressing warmly against his back. An arm wound its way around his waist as Aizen spooned against him, nuzzling his neck.<br /><br />“You keep fidgeting,” Sosuke remarked. “Sore?” His voice held mostly amusement, but also a hint of concern.<br /><br />“It’s nothing,” Kaname answered, shifting against the sheets once more. “I’m hardly delicate, you know.”<br /><br />“Of course,” Aizen said. Tousen could feel the man’s lips pull into a smile against his shoulder before the other shinigami planted a kiss there. “But still, I feel as though I should make it up to you.” The arm draped around Kaname’s waist moved so that Aizen’s hand drifted lower, sliding across his belly and down toward a nest of dark curls.<br /><br />“I think that’s how I got into this predicament,” Tousen told him, moving to place a hand on top of Aizen’s wandering one, but not hindering its movements. “For someone with so much control most days, you have large appetites.”<br /><br />“I could say the same of you, you know,” Aizen replied. “I was going to let you top this time, but since you’re not up to it-” Aizen was cut off by Tousen twisting to grasp him, pushing Aizen onto his back and moving to straddle him.<br /><br />Sightless eyes were cast down in Aizen’s direction, a curtain of dark braids framing Tousen’s face. “Did you say you were going to <i>allow</i> me to do something?” Kaname asked as he pressed Aizen against the sheets. <br /><br />He could hear the laughter in Sosuke’s voice as he shifted teasingly beneath him. “It seems I didn’t wear you out completely. I’ll make a better effort next time.” <br /><br />Smiling faintly, Tousen released one of Sosuke’s wrists in favor of trailing his fingertips over the other shinigami’s cheek and across his lips. That satisfied smile was there as Kaname knew it would be. As his fingers traveled down his neck to rest on Aizen’s chest, touch suddenly seemed inadequate. The feel of Sosuke brushing up against him wasn’t enough. Nor the scent of him, or the small sound that Aizen made in the back of his throat as he tweaked a nipple. Just once Kaname wanted to see a scene like this, to know what the heated skin he touched looked like, how low the flush went when Aizen was aroused, what sweat looked like beading on his creamy skin. Tousen satisfied himself for the moment with leaning down to taste the other man, first his lips then the skin of his muscled chest and belly.<br /><br />Aizen’s hand found its way downward, combing through dark braids as warm breath caressed him intimately before lips sheathed his growing erection. “It seems like I’m the one getting pampered,” Aizen remarked with a sigh before biting his lip. When he recovered, he added, “I’m not about to complain about it, though,” sounding slightly out of breath. Tousen paused, smiling around his lover’s length before resuming his efforts.<br /><br />Gazing downward, Sosuke couldn’t take his eyes away. The sight of his erection passing those full lips was mesmerizing. But even better than the sight of it was the feel of how lips and tongue caressed his hardening length. Kaname paused to moisten a finger before sliding it back to toy with his lover’s entrance as he drew Aizen’s erection past his lips once more. He could hear the rustling of the sheets as Sosuke pulled them into his tight grip, arching against them. His choked cry as he was taken in deeper was music to Kaname’s ears.<br /><br />Soon, Tousen heard the sound of a hand fumbling on the side table before he felt a small container being pressed into the hand resting on Aizen’s belly. Kaname let the other man’s length leave his mouth with a moist sound as he grasped the proffered jar.<br /><br />“You’re so eager,” Kaname said, twisting open the jar. “It’s better when this kind of thing is drawn out.” <br /><br />Aizen’s body shook slightly with his faint laughter. “If it’s drawn out any longer, I’m just going to make a mess.”<br /><br />Tousen smiled as he moistened the fingers of one hand with the slick substance, picturing in his mind’s eye how the other man looked lying there, flushed and with his legs wantonly spread. “That was the general idea.” His grin broadened as he fingered his lover. “I’m fairly confident that I could bring you twice in one night.”<br /><br />Aizen propped himself up to watch Tousen press first one then two slippery fingers inside of him. “Oh, I’m sure you can,” he said with a knowing grin. “It’s just been too long since you’ve done this. It’s making me a little impatient,” he admitted.<br /><br />Kaname crawled between his spread legs without disengaging his probing fingers. He managed to find AIzen’s lips, parting them under his own. Their tongues slid over one another as they kissed hungrily. Sosuke had to break the kiss to moan when Kaname’s fingers slid against a certain spot inside him, making him shiver. Judging that his partner was ready by the way he was grinding against his deeply pressed fingers, Tousen withdrew to grasp the jar again, spreading the substance on his erection. He positioned himself, pushing slowly inside. Kaname had to smile when Aizen pressed back against him with an eager groan, partially impaling himself. A hand found Tousen’s shoulder as he leaned down for a kiss. Pulling away slightly, Tousen began to move, Aizen raising his legs to wrap around the other man’s waist as he thrust inside. <br /><br />Their bodies soon finding a rhythm, Tousen wasn’t sure how long he’d last. It had been far too long since he’d been inside the other man who was deliciously tight. Not to mention how arousing he found Aizen’s soft cries that the shinigami tried to muffle by pressing his face against his shoulder. Or the way Sosuke’s fingernails scraped bluntly against his skin, leaving marks. As Aizen began to nip along his shoulder, Tousen pushed deeper, making the other man arch. Kaname ran fingers through Sosuke’s sweat dampened hair as he nibbled along his exposed throat. With Aizen shifting restlessly beneath him, Tousen stepped up his movements. It was a matter of consideration and pride to make his lover come before he did. <br /><br />Aizen’s hands clenched on Tousen’s shoulders, his legs tightening around the other shinigami’s waist. Sosuke groaned as his essence splashed between them. Tousen managed a few more thrusts into his lover’s tensed body before spilling deep inside of him. Out of breath, Kaname momentarily collapsed on top of his lover before rolling off and onto his back with a satisfied sound. <br /><br />He listened to Aizen’s heavy breathing as he recovered. After a short while, Tousen could hear his lover shifting against the sheets. He smirked, saying, “Now it seems as though we can both be sore in the morning.”<br /><br />“It’s not so bad,” Sosuke remarked as he sidled closer to drape an arm over the other shinigami. “I rather like this kind of ache.”<br /><br />“It figures that you would,” Tousen remarked, receiving a chuckle in answer.<br /><br />End<br /> <br /> urn:lj:scribbld.net:atom1:eumenides:3447 2008-02-12T21:13:52Z 2008-02-12T21:13:52Z Title: Unnamed<br />Author: Eumenides (<span class='ljuser' lj:user='flowerofsin' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://www.scribbld.net/userinfo.bml?user=flowerofsin'><img src='http://www.scribbld.net/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://www.scribbld.net/userinfo.bml?user=flowerofsin'><b>flowerofsin</b></a></span>)<br />Fandom: Bleach<br />Characters: Kenpachi<br />Prompt: 034 (encounter)<br />Word Count: 830<br />Rating: PG<br />Summary: Set after the end of Kenpachi & Ichigo’s fight during the Soul Society arc. Kenpachi get a glimpse of someone he has until recently ignored.<br />Warnings: none<br />Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns everything, I own nothing but my imagination.<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br /><i>“I know it’s a little late for this, but could you tell me your name?”</i><br /><br />Kenpachi pressed the hilt of the broken blade to his forehead, a grimace on his face. He did want to become stronger, but wasn’t all that kind of talk just nonsense? He wasn’t sure he believed in it, but hadn’t he seen the results with his own eyes? How that kid was able to fight him to a standstill. But if a blade was really more than a tool, why had he never heard it after countless years of fighting? <br /><br />Kenpachi could hear Yachiru speaking to him, but the sound seemed muffled. His eyes grew heavy and closed as his injuries caught up with him. Distantly came the metallic clang of his sword striking the ground as he slipped into the darkness.<br /><br />Suddenly, his eyes opened, and he gazed up into a sky full of angry dark clouds that streaked across it. Sitting up, Kenpachi gazed around at barren earth, dust swirling on the blowing winds that surrounded him. Kenpachi wiped at his eyes, his vision blurring for the moment.<br /><br />Before he was able to question where he was aloud, on the rocky crag before him a dark figure began to appear in the previously empty air. As Kenpachi moved into a ready position, unsure if this was a friend or a foe, he was taken aback at the blurred figure resolving into a female form. She wore a tattered kimono, the fabric of which was tossed about in the wind. It seemed to once have been white but had become discolored, now varied shades of off white and grey. What Kenpachi first mistook as a red pattern the shape of which seemed odd to him for a kimono, he soon realized were blood stains. On a closer look, the woman’s right hand was covered in the red substance. It dripped down her fingers and long sharp nails. Whose blood it was, he couldn’t be certain. The woman’s head was slightly bowed, obscured by long locks of untamed hair that rustled about her face due to the high winds.<br /><br />“Hey, woman,” Zaraki called to her, “Who are you? What is this place?”<br /><br />The woman’s mouth seemed to be moving, but there was no sound that Kenpachi could hear. For some reason, he didn’t get the sense that she was an enemy despite her appearance. He moved into a more relaxed stance before moving to approach her. Oddly enough, though he continued to step forward, he got no closer to her.<br /><br />“Hey, what’s going on? Who are you?” he demanded.<br /><br />The tattered looking woman raised her head, some of her long locks sweeping under her chin. She had a scar that ran from her ear down her right cheek, and piercing eyes that seemed to glow faintly. She spoke again, yet there was no sound, even though it seemed to Kenpachi as though she was calling out loudly to him.<br /><br />Kenpachi stopped walking, balling his hands into fists and bowing his head. Was this just some sort of dream? A silly, useless-<br /><br />“All this time I’ve been shouting, and you still can’t hear me,” a deep female voice said. Kenpachi’s head snapped up in the direction of the rocky structure, but the woman was no longer on it. He took a step backward as the woman suddenly appeared before him. In her bloodied hand, she held his zanpakutou. The blood on her hand stained the hilt and dripped down the ragged blade.<br /><br />She flipped it in her grasp so that the blade pointed toward the barren earth. She held it up, offering it to him. “You can only hear if you believe in me. Do you?”<br /><br />Kenpachi closed his larger hand over hers on the hilt of his zanpakutou. “I-yeah. Yeah, I do.” His gaze shifted to the blade, then back to the woman. “Now, will you tell me your name?” Kenpachi asked as he looked down into her eyes.<br /><br />“I’m not sure,” she answered. “I haven’t decided if you deserve to know yet.” Her lips pulled into a lopsided grin, partly exposing sharpened teeth as the wind whipped loudly around them. <br /><br />Sitting up abruptly in bed, Kenpachi gripped his aching side as he stifled a groan. He looked around to see his quarters, Yachiru bouncing excitedly by his side.<br /><br />“Ken-chan is awake!” Yachiru exclaimed happily. <br /><br />“Yeah,” Zaraki remarked. Yachiru gave him a questioning look when she noticed his downcast expression. Glancing toward his side, he saw his now intact zanpakutou leaning against the wall. Against Yachiru’s protests, he rose from the bed to retrieve the sword, sitting down heavily on the bed again. Despite his aches, he unsheathed it, the ragged blade glinting in the light as he held it up. The sword felt familiar in his hand, yet somehow different.<br /><br />“I’ll get you to tell me your name,” Kenpachi said with certainty. In that odd world within, a feral grin split her face.<br /><br />End<br /> urn:lj:scribbld.net:atom1:eumenides:3224 2008-02-12T21:11:19Z 2008-02-12T21:11:19Z Title: Taming <br />Author: Eumenides<br />Pairing: Aizen/Grimmjow, Aizen/Gin/Grimmjow<br />Rating: NC-17<br />Warnings: Mild bondage, domination, mild non-con<br />Summary: A smutty one-shot. Aizen decides to train Grimmjow to be a better minion.<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />“Are you listening, Grimmjow?” Aizen asked, sitting in his chair, legs crossed casually. <br /><br />“Yeah, yeah,” Grimmjow answered. His eyes narrowed. He’d known what he was in for when he was summoned, but he still hated being admonished like some child. There were times when he resented the shinigami, doling out punishments for the failure of his minions when he rarely stepped beyond his stronghold, sending arrancar out to do his bidding. If the man thought it was so easy, he should try it himself some time. Grimmjow watched Aizen grasp his teacup from a nearby table, taking a long sip from it. Grimmjow’s eyes then landed upon Gin, who stood a distance away, gazing at Aizen expectantly.<br /><br />“You just can’t seem to obey me, can you?” Aizen said in a disappointed voice. He set the teacup back on its saucer before turning to regard the hollow again. “You’re always setting off on your own, and you still end up unable to accomplish anything meaningful.”<br /><br />Grimmjow grinded his teeth lest he let loose words that would put him into deeper trouble than he was already in. Aizen took in the arrancar’s tense stance, canting his head to one side. “There’s still so much animal in you, isn’t there? It makes you unpredictable. Tousen worries about you becoming a liability to us, and I tend to listen to him in such matters.” Aizen paused, enjoying the hollow’s poorly disguised worry before continuing. “However, animals can be trained.”<br /><br />Aizen rose abruptly from his seat, stalking toward the arrancar who watched him warily. Out of the corner of his eye, Grimmjow noticed that Gin seemed more amused than usual. Suddenly, Grimmjow gasped, feeling the crushing power of Aizen’s spiritual strength. He fell to his knees, trying to brace himself against the weight of it.<br /><br />“One of the laws of the wild is that an animal yields to the stronger creature,” Aizen told him as he approached, removing something from his pocket. “I think it’s always been fairly clear who the stronger of us is.”<br /><br />As he kneeled with his head bowed, Grimmjow soon felt something fastened around his neck. Realizing what it was, he growled, raising his hands to finger the collar. He couldn’t find any sort of buckle or clasp. In desperation, the hollow tugged at it. No matter how hard he tried, the arrancar was unable to remove it. “You can’t treat me like this!” he shouted angrily. He was nobody’s pet, not Aizen’s or anyone else’s.<br /><br />Aizen grabbed a fist full of teal hair, wrenching Grimmjow’s head backward by it to stare down into his face, still wearing a faint smile. There was a dangerous edge to his voice. “If it weren’t for me, you’d still be crawling around on all fours. I made you what you are now. You couldn’t have achieved it without me.” <br /><br />Aizen let go, turning his back on the hollow to reclaim his chair. Once seated, he gazed at the hollow in amusement. For all the arrancar’s posturing, he had little power against the shinigami. The arrancar was held in a submissive position so easily by the stronger man, and he knew it. Aizen smirked at the heated look on Grimmjow’s face. Placing an elbow on the armrest, he leaned his cheek against his hand, considering.<br /><br />“Actually, I think you might look rather good on all fours,” Aizen remarked. His smile broadened. “A good master doesn’t just train an animal with negative reinforcement alone.” He turned, grasping the saucer from beneath the teacup on the table to place at his feet. Grimmjow watched the man pick up a small bottle of milk, pouring the white liquid into the saucer on the floor. “A treat for you if you can crawl to me properly,” he explained. Aizen looked up, meeting Grimmjow’s eyes that were darkening in anger. He relaxed against the high backed chair, waiting.<br /><br />Grimmjow glared at the shinigami before glancing at Gin, who made a stifled sound of laughter from where he stood leaning against the wall. Grimmjow’s eyes narrowed. If Aizen thought that he’d humiliate himself like this in front of him and his shinigami friend, he was horribly mistaken.<br /><br />Aizen sighed, giving Grimmjow an annoyed look before letting the weight of his spiritual power increase. He watched Grimmjow shiver as he groaned in pain, pushed from a kneeling position to one of all fours beneath the shinigami’s spiritual strength. It was all Grimmjow could do to keep from being pushed face down onto the cool floor.<br /><br />“Things will turn out much better for you when you decide to obey me, Grimmjow,” Aizen remarked. His voice held a note of warning. “I’m being very generous toward you when there are many who would want to take your place.”<br /><br />Grimmjow cursed under his breath, well aware that the shinigami could make good on his threat. Managing to raise his head, Grimmjow slowly crawled forward, his face heating in shame. He didn’t look at Aizen’s face, not wanting to see the satisfied smirk etched onto his features. When he’d made it nearer to the seated shinigami, the spiritual pressure began to lift. Pausing before the saucer, Grimmjow could feel Aizen’s eyes on him as he leaned downward to lap at the milk the shinigami had poured into it.<br /><br />Smiling, Aizen took in the scene of the proud and unruly hollow bending low to lap at the milk like a housecat. The shinigami gazed at the arrancar’s face that was flushed in angry embarrassment. He watched the way Grimmjow’s pink tongue lapped rhythmically at the milk in the saucer with interest until he’d drained it.<br /><br />“I knew you could behave if you want to,” Aizen remarked, reaching down to grasp the collar, pulling Grimmjow into a kneeling position between his thighs by it. “It just takes the right incentive.” He gazed into stormy eyes as he wiped a stray droplet of milk at the corner of the hollow’s mouth away with his thumb.<br /><br />Grimmjow felt uneasy as he noticed the hungry way Aizen seemed to gaze at him. The shinigami spoke to him in a murmuring voice, giving the hollow a sly look. “I’m sure that mouth of yours is good for more than spewing insolent words.” <br /><br />When the arrancar saw how one of the shinigami’s hands moved to unfasten his pants, he tried to pull away, pushing at the man’s thighs. “Hey, what’s with you? I’m not into guys!”<br /><br />Aizen gave him a disapproving look, grabbing his wrists and wrenching the hollow’s arms behind his back by them. “We won’t be having any of that.” <br /><br />Grimmjow felt the shinigami’s power wash over him, making him feel weak. It was all he could do to keep from falling face first into the man’s lap. He felt Aizen tear the black fabric from around his waist to bind his hands behind his back with it. Aizen gave the bonds a tug to test them, before leaning back in his seat again, pulling Grimmjow forward by the collar with one hand, using his other to free his erection. “I might be tempted to forgive your outburst if you please me. If not…”<br /><br />His eyes downcast, Grimmjow glared at the erection jutting toward his face. He gave a defeated sigh. There wasn’t much he could do to get out of this. He didn’t want to know what would happen to him were he to refuse. So he leaned forward to lap at the crown of it experimentally. Aizen would have none of this reluctance. Cupping the back of his head, he pulled the hollow forward onto his erection. The surprised arrancar nearly choked as he found the head of it tickling the back of his throat before Aizen allowed him to pull backwards. <br /><br />Aizen guided the hollow’s movements with a hand at the nape of his neck, enjoying the sight of his erection disappearing past Grimmjow’s lips. “Ah, you can be a little more enthusiastic about it, can’t you? Use your tongue more,” he instructed. Not meeting his eyes, Grimmjow tried to comply, his face flushed in shame.<br /><br />The shinigami urged the hollow to quicken his movements, beginning to thrust up into his mouth in search of more sensation. The arrancar listened to the shinigami’s deep breathing as he worked, just trying to get through with it. There was a moment when Grimmjow feared that Aizen was going to come in his mouth. He was relieved when the shinigami pulled him away from his erection. The smirk on the man’s face told him that he wouldn’t be for long.<br /><br />Aizen rose from his seat, pushing Grimmjow against the floor on his back before rolling him over onto his belly. He pulled the hollow’s hakama down out of the way, exposing his rear to the air. “Very nice,” the shinigami remarked. “Maybe I’ll get you some clothing that shows this part of you off a little better.” He gave a taut cheek a squeeze, earning a grunt from the arrancar.<br /><br />It wasn’t long before Grimmjow felt fingers slick with some substance prodding his entrance. He squirmed at the uncomfortable feeling. His protests went largely ignored by Aizen, who pressed the fingers deeper inside of him.<br /><br />The shinigami pulled away after a few moments to move behind him, positioning the arrancar so that he was on his knees with his upper body resting on the floor. He chuckled as he noticed the state that Grimmjow was in as he resumed fingering him.<br /><br />“For someone who claims to not like men, you certainly are hard for me,” Aizen remarked, humor in his voice.<br /><br />Grimmjow tried to turn slightly to look at the shinigami. “I don’t!” he insisted. “I-it’s whatever you’re doing,” he managed to say between groans. The way that the shinigami was moving his fingers inside of him made shivers run down his spine. He didn’t want to enjoy the way that the shinigami was treating him, but his body seemed to have other ideas.<br /><br />After a few moments, Aizen removed his fingers from the hollow, Grimmjow breathing a sigh of relief. His reprieve was short-lived since the shinigami soon began to press something thicker than his fingers against his entrance. Grimmjow groaned, twisting but unable to move very far under the weight of the man’s spiritual power.<br /><br />“You’d enjoy this much more if you’d just relax,” Aizen told him before pushing forward again, slowly sinking inside the hollow without giving him much time to adjust. Grimmjow groaned at the sensation of being filled so quickly, stretching uncomfortably. <br /><br />Once Aizen was inside to the hilt, he took a few moments to savor the tightness of Grimmjow’s passage as it twitched around him. Grasping the hollow’s hips firmly, Aizen pulled out only to sink deeply inside again, moving his hips in a languid motion.<br /><br />Grimmjow panted, his eyes tightly shut as he felt the shinigami move within him. He groaned as the other man picked up the pace of his movements. The burning discomfort that Grimmjow had first felt was beginning to change into something oddly pleasant, which horrified the arrancar to no end. What was happening to him was so perverse and yet he was enjoying it on some level. A change in the angle of penetration had the arrancar making a choked sound before crying out as the shinigami pushed rhythmically against something within him that made him see stars.<br /><br />Aizen panted, a faint smile on his face as he took in Grimmjow’s flushed skin and vocalizations. “I told you. It’s rather nice now, yes?” Grimmjow’s only answer was a groan as the shinigami continued to move inside him.<br /><br />Before long, Grimmjow noticed a shadow looming over him. Turning his eyes upward, he realized that it was Gin. He’d almost forgotten that the other shinigami had been watching the whole time. But he was assured of his presence now as the shinigami pushed his erection past his lips. Gin moaned, using short rutting strokes to pump his erection into the hollow’s mouth.<br /><br />Grimmjow shifted on the cool floor, held between the two shinigami seeking their pleasure from his body. He groaned around Gin’s erection due to Aizen’s thrusts, making the pale haired shinigami shiver. His own erection hung neglected between his legs, bobbing as his body was pushed to and fro by the men’s movements. Until Aizen reached around his body to stroke him in time to his thrusts.<br /><br />Aizen chuckled as he heard the negating sound Grimmjow managed to get out around his mouthful. “Come now, Grimmjow. There’s no sense in continuing to pretend that you’re not enjoying our attention. This,” he said, giving his erection a firm squeeze, “proves otherwise.”<br /><br />Grimmjow groaned as Aizen pushed raggedly inside of him. The dual sensations were too much for him. With a muffled cry, he spilled over Aizen’s hand onto the floor. The dark-haired shinigami was pushed over the edge by the passage clenching around him. He emptied himself deep within Grimmjow after a few more rough thrusts. He sighed, pulling out of the arrancar’s entrance. As his chest heaved, Aizen watched with interest as Gin threw back his head with a soft cry, shooting against the back of Grimmjow’s throat as the hollow made a displeased face. He had to swallow so as not to be choked by it. A small amount of Gin’s essence trickled out of the hollow’s mouth as the man pulled out. Grimmjow coughed slightly as he took labored breaths.<br /><br />The arrancar laid on the floor, spent and sweaty, his eyes gazing absently before him. He shifted so that he lay on his side, wincing at the soreness in his muscles and places he never thought he’d feel pain. He shuddered as Aizen laid a hand on his back to stroke skin slick with perspiration. <br /><br />“I think I can overlook your previous transgressions,” the shinigami told him. “Your ability to fight doesn’t seem to be your only use to me.”<br /><br />Wanting to shake off the shinigami’s petting hand, Grimmjow tried to catch his breath, feeling too weak to offer any sort of protest. In a daze he listened as Aizen told him he’d continue to wear the collar as a reminder of who he belonged to.<br /><br />End<br /> urn:lj:scribbld.net:atom1:eumenides:2984 2008-02-12T21:08:49Z 2008-02-12T21:08:49Z Title: Kindred, Part Two <br />Author: Eumenides<br />Pairing: Kenpachi/Grimmjow<br />Rating: NC-17<br />Summary: AU yaoi fic. Grimmjow draws the attention of one of the new members to join their inner circle in Hueco Mundo.<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><b>Part Two</b><br /><br /><br />That night, it took an inordinate amount of time for Grimmjow to finally slip off into sleep as restless as he felt after what had occurred between himself and Zaraki. In his dreams, Grimmjow rested on a soft bed, his eyes closed. He could feel the mattress dip as the weight of another person was added to the bed. Soon, a larger form that was strangely familiar spooned against him from behind. Muscular arms wrapped around him to pull him close, a hand slipping downwards to cup his groin, squeezing teasingly. Grimmjow moaned, wanting to get away almost as much as he wanted to allow the touch.<br /> <br />A deep voice rumbled in his ear. <i>‘What does it matter as long as it feels good?’</i> <br /> <br />Hardness rubbed against his thigh, making him shiver. <i>‘I could make you scream, you know,’</i> that voice told him as something thick and stiff pressed against his entrance.<br /><br />Grimmjow woke with a start, perspiration on his face. He turned around swiftly, half expecting to see the shinigami’s face smiling back at him from where he lay naked under the sheets. But the bed behind him was empty, the blankets lying twisted on the floor. The hollow frowned, denying that he felt a lingering sense of disappointment over this. He groaned at the state that he was in, hard and aching over something that had only been a dream. His face flushed, Grimmjow reached into his pants to pull out his erection, fisting it with quick strokes. He tried his best to keep his thoughts on women with soft skin and voluptuous curves, but his mind kept straying back to the sight of soapy water glistening on Kenpachi’s skin in the bath and the sensation of his thick erection sliding along his crevice as the man brought himself off with a low growl. The memory of it had Grimmjow letting out a choked cry as he spilled over his own hand, shivering. He went to the bathroom to clean himself up, not wanting to dwell on the way his mind had been working recently.<br /><br />After he got dressed, Grimmjow set out, determined to avoid or ignore the shinigami if possible. But it soon seemed like effort on his part wouldn’t be necessary. Zaraki wasn’t at the morning meeting, nor was he anywhere in sight for much of the day. Grimmjow found himself feeling annoyed. How could he show the shinigami that he couldn’t have cared less about what had happened the previous day if he wasn’t even around?<br /><br />Near midday, Grimmjow was walking through the courtyard when he noticed Yachiru and Wonderweiss playing what appeared to be a game of tag, with Tousen seated on a bench nearby. He had intended to steer clear of them when the girl looked over, noticing him as he paused to turn. She called to him, waving excitedly, Tousen turning in his direction as well. Grimmjow sighed, approaching the group since there was no apparent escape now. <br /><br />The pink haired girl bounded up to him. “Hi, Nekochan!”<br /><br />Grimmjow frowned, his lips curling into a sneer. “Hey, kid, I’m not a cat, so don’t call me that.”<br /><br />Yachiru gave him a questioning look. “Huh? Ken-chan told me that you turn into a big kitty.”<br /><br />Grimmjow’s gaze darkened, though the child didn’t let this affect her good mood. He glanced over at Tousen sitting on the bench. Was that faint smile on the man’s face a moment ago? “Look, kid,” the arrancar said as he turned his eyes back down at her, “I’m not a cat. My release form is a <i>panther</i>. That’s a lot different than some housecat.”<br /><br />Yachiru gazed up at him, excited. “Oh! Let me see!”<br /><br />Grimmjow growled, which earned an expression of disapproval from Tousen. “Fine,” he told the pink-haired girl. The last thing he needed today in the mood he was in was to have Tousen on his ass. Since when was it his job to entertain a kid? Oh, that’s right. If that kid is also a shinigami.<br /><br />Sighing, the arrancar transformed into his release form to Yachiru’s delight. “You <i>are</i> a kitty!” she exclaimed upon seeing him. She bounded around behind him. “You’ve even got a tail!”<br /><br />Grimmjow twisted, trying to keep her in sight. “Of course I have a- wait, don’t pull it!” he admonished as she jumped up to grasp it. Ignoring his words in favor of fun, Yachiru gave his tail a few good tugs before he could snatch it out of her reach. “That’s enough of that,” he told her as she pouted.<br /><br />In moments, Yachiru was trying to harass Grimmjow into letting her ride on his back, shining soulful eyes up at him. Grimmjow grumbled as he found himself complying, getting down on all fours. He told himself that this was to avoid a run-in with Tousen when his indulging of her whim probably had more to do with the shinigami that was her apparent keeper. “What am I, a horse or something?” he mumbled as she climbed onto his back. <br /><br />Yachiru grabbed locks of his long blue hair like reins. “Okay, let’s go!” she exclaimed happily, urging him forward.<br /> <br />The hollow grumbled as he took a lap around the courtyard, muttering to her, “If you tell anybody about this, I’ll eat you. I mean it,” when he was out of earshot of Tousen.<br /><br />“No you won’t,” she said. “That would make Ken-chan sad.”<br /><br />“What would I care about that, kid?” Grimmjow snapped. <br /><br />Instead of pouting or getting angry like the arrancar had thought she would, she just giggled, which annoyed him to no end. What’s with a kid behaving like she knew something he didn’t?<br /><br />A deep voice calling behind him made Grimmjow freeze. “Do you only let girls ride you, or can anybody get a chance?”<br /><br />He spun in the direction of Kenpachi’s voice as Yachiru jumped down to pad toward the other shinigami, shouting a greeting. She clambered up to her usual position on his shoulder. Grimmjow glared at him, wanting to wipe the crooked grin Zaraki was wearing off of his face.<br /><br />“You look good like that,” Kenpachi told him, referring to him crouching on all fours. “Makes me want to give you a saucer of milk.”<br /><br />Grimmjow snarled before standing and dropping his release form. “I hate milk.”<br /><br />“Maybe it depends on what kind of milk it is.” Kenpachi leered at the hollow who quickly became incensed.<br /><br />“Really?” Yachiru asked, looking down at the man from her perch. “How many kinds of milk are there?”<br /><br />“That’s not something you need to know,” he told her, which made her pout and complain about him not explaining things to her.<br /><br />Grimmjow glared at him. Though the man always managed to say something infuriating, there was only so far the hollow could go with his backtalk. The man was a shinigami, and he’d learned the hard way how much it annoyed Aizen when arrancar didn’t obey them. He was startled out of his reverie by a large hand clasping his shoulder.<br /><br />Kenpachi looked down at him. “Can’t play with you right now even though I want to. I’ve got some things to report to Aizen. I’ll catch you later,” the shinigami told him casually before turning to follow Tousen inside. Yachiru turned to wave to him as they headed away. <br /><br />Grimmjow stared after them, annoyed. He rubbed absently at the shoulder Zaraki had touched. The shinigami had nerve acting so familiar toward him. As if the arrancar wanted to meet up with him later. Grimmjow’s brows furrowed at the warmth that blossomed in his gut at what might occur if they did.<br /><br /><br /><center>*****************************************</center><br /><br /><br />A few hours later, Grimmjow was walking through the hallways of their stronghold. He headed back toward his quarters. Closing the door behind him, he was startled by a voice nearby that said, “It took you long enough to make it back here.” Recovering from his surprise, Grimmjow turned to gaze up into Kenpachi’s amused face as he loomed over him.<br /><br />The hollow was far from pleased. “What the hell do you think you’re doing in here?”<br /><br />Kenpachi raised a bottle of what appeared to be sake. “I brought some good stuff back from the other side,” the shinigami explained. “Figured I’d share it.”<br /><br />Grimmjow watched as Kenpachi sat on his bed, pouring the clear liquid into two sake cups sitting on the nearby side table. He’d commandeered them earlier from a shelf on the wall. Nice that the guy was making himself at home in his room, the hollow thought.<br /><br />“I thought you’d have better people to get drunk with,” Grimmjow remarked as he took a seat near the shinigami, taking the proffered cup. If the shinigami insisted on staying to bother him, he wasn’t going to pass up a drink.<br /><br />“It’s not like I can drink with Yachiru,” Kenpachi told him, taking a sip of alcohol.<br /><br />“What about the other shinigami?” the hollow asked before taking a sip. It was good stuff.<br /><br />Kenpachi watched the hollow drain the cup, refilling it for him when he took it down from his lips. “Those guys are a little too serious for me most of the time,” he explained, adding, “Tousen’s got some issues with me, too.” The sly grin on the shinigami’s face indicated his amusement on the subject.<br /><br />Grimmjow couldn’t help but smirk. If Kenpachi’s presence irked the other shinigami, then having him around was worth it. The parts of him controlled by baser instincts insisted that this wasn’t the only benefit. Grimmjow frowned. It had to be the liquor talking.<br /><br />Kenpachi eyed him for a moment, watching the hollow’s throat work as he swallowed the sake. “So, did you miss me while I was gone?”<br /><br />Grimmjow snorted into his drink, taking another swallow before saying, “Who’d miss you?”<br /><br />“Aw, you’re so cruel, hollow,” Kenpachi said with mock hurt, “and after we got off to such a good start, too.” A large hand was placed on Grimmjow’s thigh.<br /><br />The hollow placed a hand onto the shinigami’s, intending to shove at it but letting it linger a few moments before doing so. “I should have known you were just trying to ply me with sake.”<br /><br />“Don’t be like that,” Kenpachi said in a low voice, moving closer. “Didn’t we have fun yesterday?” The hand returned to his thigh, sliding up toward his groin.<br /><br />“You had fun yesterday,” Grimmjow insisted. Parts of him tried to rise in protest.<br /><br />“Still trying to play hard to get, huh?” the shinigami remarked, amused. He slid a hand across the hollow’s belly, stroking back and forth over the rim of the hole in his abdomen, a sensation he knew the arrancar had a weakness for.<br /><br />“Hey, what-” Grimmjow tried to protest even as he shivered from the touch, but soon found lips sealing themselves to his, muffling his words. Kenpachi deepened the kiss, a tongue plunging past his lips when he tried to gasp. Grimmjow planted a hand on Kenpachi’s shoulder, fully intending to push him away, but it lingered there, bunching in white fabric. A niggling voice in the back of the hollow’s mind insisted that this wasn’t such a big deal. With blood rushing to other places besides his brain because of Zaraki’s massaging hand, Grimmjow was inclined to agree. Maybe it wasn’t so bad that it was a guy if he could feel like this.<br /><br />It wasn’t long before Grimmjow was on his back and Kenpachi was looming over him, tracing the dips and curves of the muscles of his chest and belly with his tongue. He circled the rim of the aperture in the hollow’s abdomen, making Grimmjow shudder. The arrancar gasped when he felt tugging at his hakama, the shinigami pushing it out of the way to expose his erection. With little preamble, Kenpachi surrounded it with a stroking fist before drawing it into his mouth. The hollow gasped, groaning at the sensation of suddenly being surrounded by warm suction. And the shinigami was far from an amateur at the act. He knew exactly how to use his lips and tongue to the arrancar’s delight.<br /><br />Grimmjow clawed at the sheets, bunching them up in his hands as he shifted against the bed. His hips began to move almost with a mind of their own, pushing upward with short rutting strokes. The hollow’s behavior earned a grin from Kenpachi before he took him more deeply.<br /><br />After a few moments, Kenpachi let Grimmjow’s erection slip wetly from his lips, fisting it almost roughly in one hand as he sucked two fingers into his mouth, moistening the digits. Removing them, he slid his dampened fingers along Grimmjow’s crevice. The hollow gasped, but whatever protest he was going to make died on his lips as Kenpachi engulfed his erection once more, treating it with more enthusiasm than he had previously.<br /><br />Even though there was something unnerving about the shinigami touching him so intimately, Grimmjow had to reluctantly admit that the feeling was pleasurable in ways he hadn’t thought it would be. The way the other man stroked across his entrance with a thick finger, applying pressure as he circled the ring of muscle was almost maddening. This sensation coupled with the warm suction the shinigami treated him to made the hollow moan almost continuously.<br /><br />The shinigami’s talented mouth had Grimmjow crying out moments later, a string of curses spilling from his lips as he emptied into Kenpachi’s waiting throat. The shinigami slid down to the base of the writhing arrancar’s erection, swallowing around him. Kenpachi pulled back, gazing at the panting arrancar as he licked the traces of Grimmjow’s essence from his lips. <br /><br />As Grimmjow lay on his back recovering, he was met with the sight of Kenpachi stroking his own erection in a loose fist as he sat on the bed, a hungry look on his face. Kenpachi eyed the hollow with interest as he moved to sit up.<br /><br />“You’re not going to just leave me like this, are you?” Kenpachi asked him in a teasing voice. When he saw the shock on the hollow’s face, he sighed, adding, “I should have known that a hollow would be selfish.”<br /><br />Frowning, Grimmjow glared at the man before his eyes trailed down to the sight of his ample erection jutting out from dark curls. It wasn’t as though Grimmjow wanted to reciprocate. The shinigami had seemed to enjoy performing the act, but the hollow doubted that he would. The thing was, if he didn’t reciprocate now, the man might never perform it on him again. And Kenpachi was very talented at it. So talented, in fact, that Grimmjow found himself shifting toward him, albeit a little reluctantly, just to keep the prospect of feeling Kenpachi’s mouth on him again open. <br /><br />Kenpachi watched as Grimmjow shifted to move beside him before reaching down to surround his erection with his fingers. The shinigami watched the hollow gaze at his stiff member as though it was an enemy to be defeated. He chuckled, his voice a deep rumble. “Heh. The way you’re looking at it, you’d think it had teeth or something.”<br /><br />Grimmjow raised his eyes to glare at the man. “It’s not like I’ve ever done this before, so if you want me to do it, zip it.”<br /><br />Kenpachi had to suppress a grin at the look on the annoyed hollow’s face. “Alright, alright.” He gazed eagerly at the man hovering over his groin, barely able to restrain himself from reaching out to guide the hollow downward. He couldn’t wait to see the other man take his member past those lips of his. <br /><br />Finally leaning over, Grimmjow drew the crown of the shinigami’s member past his lips, suckling on it tentatively. Kenpachi moaned softly at the sensation. The hollow was unskilled, but Kenpachi intended to give him a good deal of practice in the coming days. He watched as the arrancar took him deeper, his blue eyes at half mast as he worked. Kenpachi lowered a hand to comb through pale blue locks before sliding it down to grasp the hollow’s shoulder.<br /><br />Grimmjow faltered in his movements when he felt Kenpachi place a hand on his head, half expecting the shinigami to push him downward beyond what he could bring himself to take. But he found that the hand merely massaged his scalp pleasingly before slipping down to rest on his shoulder, squeezing encouragingly. The sound of Kenpachi’s soft groans and murmured encouragements caused Grimmjow’s spent member to twitch.<br /><br />It had been far too long since Kenpachi had been given such treatment. It was all he could do to keep from pushing up into the moist warmth of the hollow’s mouth. As the moments wore on, Grimmjow’s movements became surer. Even though the hollow couldn’t take him that far into his mouth, the shinigami found that he didn’t mind, especially since the fingers wrapped around the base of his cock stroked lightly. Lost in sensation, Kenpachi forgot to warn the inexperienced hollow of his impending orgasm. With a drawn out moan, the shinigami spilled into the hollow’s mouth. Surprised, Grimmjow swallowed reflexively before pulling away to cough, Kenpachi’s essence staining his lips and droplets spattering his bare chest.<br /><br />Kenpachi gazed at the coughing arrancar somewhat remorsefully. “Sorry. You okay?”<br /><br />Grimmjow glared at him until he was able to speak when the spasm of coughing ended, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. “The hell! Why didn’t you warn me before you came in my mouth?”<br /><br />The shinigami gave him a sheepish look as he scratched his head absently. “Well, you made me forget with that mouth of yours. You’re a natural at it, you know.”<br /><br />The hollow gave him a dark look. “Eh? What’s that supposed to mean?”<br /><br />Kenpachi rolled his eyes. “It was supposed to be a compliment. You were really good for an amateur.”<br /><br />Grimmjow looked away, his face flushing. “Don’t expect a repeat performance, especially after what happened.”<br /><br />Instead of being annoyed like the arrancar expected, Zaraki was mildly amused. “Don’t sulk. You’re going to make me nibble on that pouty lower lip of yours.”<br /><br />Grimmjow’s brows furrowed as he turned back toward the shinigami. “I don’t sulk,” he insisted. The rest of what he was going to add was muffled by the press of the shinigami’s lips to his. The hollow gasped, Kenpachi taking advantage and deepening the kiss. He loved the taste of himself on the hollow’s tongue. It made him moan into Grimmjow’s mouth, a low rumble that made the hairs on the back of the arrancar’s neck stand up. Kenpachi raised a hand to cup the back of the other man’s head, fingers pulling at the short hair at the base of his neck. Grimmjow shivered as he was drawn into returning the kiss, letting out a small moan of his own as Kenpachi suckled his lower lip, nibbling on it.<br /><br />The hollow tipped his head back to allow better access as the shinigami took up nibbling on the column of his throat. Zaraki grinned against his warm skin. The other man was warming up to him again if the way he clawed at the cloth of his shoulder was any indication. Kenpachi let a hand trail down Grimmjow’s back until it cupped his rear, squeezing lightly and earning a small moan from the arrancar. With a little coaxing, Kenpachi figured he could probably get the hollow to want to go further. The image of Grimmjow on his back naked, giving him a hungry look as he spread his legs rose to mind. But Kenpachi hadn’t brought anything suitable for lubrication, as he had been unsure of how well the arrancar would take his offered attentions. So anything more would have to wait until later. <br /><br />When Zaraki pulled away, breaking the kiss, Grimmjow gazed up at him, chest heaving. When the shinigami suggested that they should stop, the hollow felt disappointed. But why, exactly? The remembered sensation of the man stroking across his entrance made Grimmjow shiver along with the memory of his dream, thickness pushing inside of him. There was no way that he could really want something like that. Blowjobs were pleasurable, but something like what he imagined the other man wanted to do at some point couldn’t be. Then why did his mind keep coming back to it?<br /><br />Realizing that the man was waiting for some kind of response, Grimmjow flushed, saying, “Yeah, sure,” as he pulled up his hakama.<br /><br />Kenpachi leaned over to throw an arm around him. “Heh, sorry to disappoint you. Next time, I’ll be sure to bring the right stuff.”<br /><br />“Who said there was going to be a next time?” Grimmjow found himself grumbling, “Or that I wanted to do <i>that</i>?” Never mind that he possibly did, but the shinigami being so confident about feelings he himself was unsure of ticked him off.<br /><br /> Zaraki’s grin widened, watching the hollow grasp the bottle of sake and drink from it. There he went, thinking too much about things again. He couldn’t wait to get the spirited arrancar where he wanted him. For all his joking about Grimmjow being an overgrown cat, Zaraki wanted him wild, the arrancar giving a feral growl as he clawed at his back, bucking against him. A sly look passed over Kenpachi’s face. He knew just the thing.<br /><br />TBC<br /> <br /> urn:lj:scribbld.net:atom1:eumenides:2725 2008-02-12T21:06:50Z 2008-02-12T21:06:50Z Title: Kindred<br />Author: Eumenides<br />Pairing: Kenpachi/Grimmjow<br />Rating: NC-17<br />Summary: AU yaoi fic. Grimmjow draws the attention of one of the new members to join their inner circle in Hueco Mundo.<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br /><b>Part One</b><br /><br />Grimmjow sat at the table sullenly, eying the two new figures that had joined those seated at the table. His eyes narrowed. Not one but two shinigami had come over to Aizen’s side. More people he’d have to force himself to bow to. One of them even appeared to be a child.<br /><br />“My friends,” Aizen started loftily, “As you can see, two more have joined our ranks, and I hope that you will welcome them, the former captain and vice captain of the 11th division of Soul Society, Kenpachi Zaraki and Yachiru Kusajishi.”<br /><br />As everyone at the table made their introductions to the pair, Grimmjow eyed the large shinigami who was much different than the ones he usually had to deal with. He wore a wide grin on his face that made him appear almost demented. The man’s chosen hairstyle only added to the overall effect, which may have even been the point of it. It was strange how such a rough guy had a little pink-haired girl as a companion, even carrying her on his shoulder. How’d a kid become a vice-captain in Soul Society anyway?<br /><br />Speaking of the little girl, she seemed to be paying more attention to the Octava Espada who sat across from her and the large man she was seated on, than to what Aizen was droning on about. The scientist was pointedly ignoring her scrutiny of him.<br /><br />“Hey!” the girl said suddenly to Szayel with wonder in her voice, interrupting Aizen. “You’re almost as pretty as Yumichika!”<br /><br />Nnoitra stifled a laugh and Grimmjow couldn’t help but smirk at the offended look on the Octava Espada’s face.<br /><br />“I suppose that was meant as some sort of compliment,” Szayel remarked with annoyance as he adjusted his glasses.<br /><br />“Szayel,” Aizen started, gazing in the arrancar’s direction. “How are those experiments that we talked about coming?”<br /><br />“They are proceeding on schedule, Aizen-sama,” the arrancar