Fic: Dropping Eaves. Hisagi/Kira.
Title: Dropping Eaves
Rating: PG-13 for sexual theme
Pairing: Hisagi Shuuhei x Kira Izuru, Madarame Ikkaku x Ayasegawa Yumichika
Notes/Warnings: Just a short drabble/ficlet. Yaoi. Fluff. Written for Theme #40: Writer's Choice - Eavesdropping @ 50scenes
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its sexy characters. I just borrow them and make them do my nasty bidding. They like it. A lot.
“unhh…not so hard, please…” Kira’s voice floated loud and clear through the door one Madarame Ikkaku just happened to be walking past.
“…ah…ah! Shuu!” A loud gasp only barely managed to cover up the sound of the bald shinigami's jaw hitting the floor. Breathless whispers reached his ears and he felt a shiver crawl up his spine when he heard Kira begin to whimper. Against his better judgment, he tiptoed closer toward the door to listen.
What he heard damn near killed him.
“Mmmm…Shuu…gods, I’m going to kill y-ah! Yessss…uunhhhh…”
Yumichika walked around the corner and very nearly bumped into Ikkaku’s back.
“Ikka, what-mmph!” His next words were muffled by a large hand clamped tightly over his mouth. He struggled silently against his captor, his eyes flashing promises of pain and possibly death until he caught sight of Ikkaku’s flushed face.
“…nngggh…Shuu! What are you-unnnhhh…ah!”
Oh.
“Ahh! Aaahh!”
Ohhhh.
Ikkaku felt soft lips smile against his palm and finally let go of the smaller man in his arms. Blue-violet eyes twinkled with mirth as the slighter shinigami smirked at him before leaning in to whisper softly against his ear: “Get your mind out of the gutter, love.”
Ikkaku’s brows drew together in confusion only to shoot up his forehead when Kira let out a particularly loud cry. Yumi only smiled and took the bald shinigami’s hand in his.
“Ever had one of Shuuhei’s massages? Best hands in Sereitei,” He said. Then quickly added “Well, second best,” as he gave the large hand in his a tender squeeze.
“…gods, Shuu, you’re…mmmm…Shuuhei…”
Yumi tugged on his lover. “Let’s go,” he whispered. “These two are giving me ideas.”
Finally the bald shinigami spoke and gave him a lopsided grin. “What kinda ideas?”
Yumi smiled. “You’ll see.”
Behind the thin wood and paper of the door, two figures moved in perfect frenzied synchronization until the brunette stopped and tore himself away from the graceful curve of the blond’s neck.
“Are they gone?” Kira asked breathlessly, reaching up for his lover even as the words left his lips.
Shuuhei listened for a moment before his handsome face split into a wide grin. “They’re gone.” He said, grasping Kira’s hips and pulling him higher up his thighs, eliciting a moan from the writhing blond. He smirked and traced kiss-swollen lips with a finger, feeling Kira’s breath ghost over his skin. “Next time,” he said, “I gag you.”
Kira grasped the tantalizing digit and bit it tenderly. “Next time, I top.”
END.
...someone write me the next time? 8D
a/n: I think I lowered my IQ with this one. What the hell, Antha? What the hell?! Forgive me. I cannot stop laughing! XD
And lookie what ceestar drew!
Ain't she just awesome?! ♥
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Rating: PG-13 for sexual theme
Pairing: Hisagi Shuuhei x Kira Izuru, Madarame Ikkaku x Ayasegawa Yumichika
Notes/Warnings: Just a short drabble/ficlet. Yaoi. Fluff. Written for Theme #40: Writer's Choice - Eavesdropping @ 50scenes
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its sexy characters. I just borrow them and make them do my nasty bidding. They like it. A lot.
“unhh…not so hard, please…” Kira’s voice floated loud and clear through the door one Madarame Ikkaku just happened to be walking past.
“…ah…ah! Shuu!” A loud gasp only barely managed to cover up the sound of the bald shinigami's jaw hitting the floor. Breathless whispers reached his ears and he felt a shiver crawl up his spine when he heard Kira begin to whimper. Against his better judgment, he tiptoed closer toward the door to listen.
What he heard damn near killed him.
“Mmmm…Shuu…gods, I’m going to kill y-ah! Yessss…uunhhhh…”
Yumichika walked around the corner and very nearly bumped into Ikkaku’s back.
“Ikka, what-mmph!” His next words were muffled by a large hand clamped tightly over his mouth. He struggled silently against his captor, his eyes flashing promises of pain and possibly death until he caught sight of Ikkaku’s flushed face.
“…nngggh…Shuu! What are you-unnnhhh…ah!”
Oh.
“Ahh! Aaahh!”
Ohhhh.
Ikkaku felt soft lips smile against his palm and finally let go of the smaller man in his arms. Blue-violet eyes twinkled with mirth as the slighter shinigami smirked at him before leaning in to whisper softly against his ear: “Get your mind out of the gutter, love.”
Ikkaku’s brows drew together in confusion only to shoot up his forehead when Kira let out a particularly loud cry. Yumi only smiled and took the bald shinigami’s hand in his.
“Ever had one of Shuuhei’s massages? Best hands in Sereitei,” He said. Then quickly added “Well, second best,” as he gave the large hand in his a tender squeeze.
“…gods, Shuu, you’re…mmmm…Shuuhei…”
Yumi tugged on his lover. “Let’s go,” he whispered. “These two are giving me ideas.”
Finally the bald shinigami spoke and gave him a lopsided grin. “What kinda ideas?”
Yumi smiled. “You’ll see.”
Behind the thin wood and paper of the door, two figures moved in perfect frenzied synchronization until the brunette stopped and tore himself away from the graceful curve of the blond’s neck.
“Are they gone?” Kira asked breathlessly, reaching up for his lover even as the words left his lips.
Shuuhei listened for a moment before his handsome face split into a wide grin. “They’re gone.” He said, grasping Kira’s hips and pulling him higher up his thighs, eliciting a moan from the writhing blond. He smirked and traced kiss-swollen lips with a finger, feeling Kira’s breath ghost over his skin. “Next time,” he said, “I gag you.”
Kira grasped the tantalizing digit and bit it tenderly. “Next time, I top.”
END.
...someone write me the next time? 8D
a/n: I think I lowered my IQ with this one. What the hell, Antha? What the hell?! Forgive me. I cannot stop laughing! XD
And lookie what ceestar drew!
Ain't she just awesome?! ♥
--------------------------------------------------
My Master Fic Index here.
My 30_romances Fic List here.
My 50scenes Prompt Table here.
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x-posted: 50scenes, all_for_bleach, asterisk_plus, bleach_yaoi, kurosaki_clinic, and shuukira.