Fic [La Familia de Las Noches]
Title: La Familia de Las Noches
Rating: NC-17 (not worksafe)
Beta:
live_with_love
Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine. Both characters depicted are legal
Pairing: Gin/Izuru
Warning/Spoilers: Cross-dressing, AU. Spoilers for SS arc
Word Count: 1,516
Author's Notes: Request from
misumisu84 Gin/Izu; domestic life in Las Noches I hope you enjoy :D I really like writing for this AU so expect some more from this in the future.
X-Posted to:
ginkira and
sanbantaifuku
Living in Las Noches was rather odd to say the least. It was like one, giant very odd family home. There was the head of the house hold or ‘father’, Aizen. Then there was the weird uncle that no-one really liked but had to tolerate, that was Gin to a ‘t’. Most of the Espada seemed to constitute as their ‘children’. They even had a pet cat for crying out loud, not that you ever ever said that to Grimmjow’s face. That was just asking for it. The former third division vice-captain was currently standing in what stood for the ‘kitchen’, not that any of the hollows or arrancars ate anything at all like regular food, in Las Noches. He was brewing enough tea for the 10 Espada and 4 shinigami, including himself, even though; he knew and Aizen knew perfectly well the Espada weren’t going to do anything remotely related to drinking the tea. It would appear he’d been volunteered maid in this crazy place.
“Zu-chan~” The familiar accented voice of his captain floated from the door.
“Yes, taichou?” He replied pouring out the tea not looking up just yet.
“I got something for ya~”
“Hmm?...” Izuru asked finally taking a look at what could only be described as a mass of frills and ribbons. “Er…taichou…what exactly is that?” Gin took hold of the shoulders of the outfit, though they were little more than straps, and let the outfit fall out. The blonde blinked at it before meeting his captain’s eyes. “No taichou.” He answered flatly; this seemed to reinforce his place as maid.
“But Izuru~” The blonde cursed to himself. The fox faced shinigami knew him too well; he knew how much more pliant the blonde was when his captain used his actual name.
“I’m not wearing that whilst walking around Las Noches. Don’t you remember what happened when I arrived here?” When he’d first arrived Gin had given him some stupid outfit that had prompted nearly all the male arrancar in Las Noches to believe him to be a pretty, albeit very flat-chested, girl.
“But there aren’t any hair clips this time!~” Gin exclaimed as if that made everything better. Izuru sighed.
“I’m still not going to wear it, Gin.” The fox faced captain grinned as the blonde attempted to put his foot down by switching to using his first name. He only ever did that when he was being assertive, was angry or during sex. Gin placed the outfit on an available counter.
“Maybe later?~” Gin whispered against the blonde’s ear. Izuru shuddered; he couldn’t help himself as his lover’s body pressed against his back hands flitting up his side. A hand slid beneath his new uniform and over his stomach running light circles making the blonde shiver again.
“Al-alright later! B-But I have to finish this tea and we have the Espada meeting.” He yelled flustered and voice pitched a little higher than he would’ve liked.
“S’ppose~” Gin replied pecking the blonde on the cheek and drifting away.
The Espada meeting had gone by without a hitch, well no more of a hitch than normal at least. Izuru was now locked in the bathroom connected to Gin’s room staring at his reflection critically.
“Are ya done yet Zu-chan~?”
“I’m not coming out.” The blonde replied firmly tugging at the end of the skirt in nervousness. He’d even put on the white gloves that went from elbow and covered most of his hands but he drew the line at the choker and head gear. The maid outfit was comfortable. The material is comfortable; Izuru corrected himself wishing it came a bit lower than mid-thighs and determined that he was not enjoying this. He tugged lightly at the skirt again.
“But I know ya’ll look cute~” Gin answered through the door. Izuru pulled a face. Maybe I don’t want to be cute. “I’mma break the door down now~” The fox faced shinigami called. The blonde let out a sigh and to avoid another broken door opened it. He stepped out and closed it behind him all the while not looking at his lover. Izuru had barely closed the door when Gin pressed him up against it moving his head so he could capture the blonde’s lips hungrily. The blonde clung to the older shinigami’s shoulders lips parting when Gin flicked his tongue against them sliding inside and tasting him. The fox faced man explored the familiar territory sliding a hand up the outside of the blonde’s bare thigh resting on a sharp hip bone; his thumb running light circles kneading the soft skin. His lips slid to his vice-captain’s neck biting on the sensitive spots he’d already memorized causing the blonde to moan and writhe.
“G-Gin.” Izuru breathed. He’d already lost, handed himself over to the feelings and electricity coursing through his blood. Gin grinned against the warm skin beneath him and pulled the blonde to him dropping soft kisses down his neck and shoulder. He unzipped the outfit, grinning at the blonde as he toyed with the straps. Izuru leant up capturing thin lips shivering when the material glided against him pooling on the floor. Thin, warm arms wrapped around him pulling him towards their bed not once breaking the heated kiss. He pushed the naked blonde back onto the bed and before he could complain the former captain began to strip himself of his clothes. Izuru watched, mesmerized despite having seen this little ‘show’ so many times before, he just couldn’t get enough of it. Gin crawled over the blonde capturing his lips, hands sliding over every inch of sweat slicked skin; everywhere except where it was needed. He could feel the soft whimpers from the blonde and reached his hand blindly for the lube. Long fingers clasped around it and flicked it open placing open mouthed kisses against the blonde’s neck. Sliding in a lube coated finger he couldn’t help the groan that escaped him.
“Yer still so tight~” The fox faced captain whispered into the blonde’s ear, lavishing attention on the sensitive lobe. Izuru couldn’t do much beyond moaning in response hands clamped on Gin’s shoulders as he pushed back on the finger inside him. Gin began the familiar ritual of preparing the blonde who mewled and writhed beneath him lost in a haze of pleasure. He worked his way up until three fingers were pressed in, stretching and pleasuring Izuru as he simultaneously pushed back on them and bucked into the fleeting touches of his lover.
“Gin, please,” The blonde gasped, hands tangled in silvery strands as soft lips brushed against his erect nipples. The former captain withdrew his fingers and pressed his lips to the blonde’s, slicking his own cock. He slid forward into the welcoming heat of the blonde eliciting groans from the both of them. Izuru dropped kisses onto the silver haired man’s neck encouraging him to continue pushing so Gin would slip a little deeper. The silver haired man grinned drawing back a little and thrust forward repeating this several times before he drew nearly all the way out only the head of his cock still inside the blonde. Gin snapped his hips forward diving back into the incredibly tight heat, brushing the blonde's prostrate once more. He continued the same rhythm kissing the blonde hungrily and making sure to hit that spot with each thrust. Gin closed his hand around the blonde’s erection and began to pump in time with each brutal thrust. The hand touching his cock was enough to nudge him over the edge. “Gin.” He gasped out as he came trembling as the older shinigami continued to thrust into him.
“Izuru~” Gin moaned against the blonde’s ear when he came drawing a soft groan from the blonde as Gin spilled his orgasm into him. They lay together for a little while coming down from their respective highs before Izuru whimpered softly when Gin pulled out. The silver haired man grinned pulling the blonde closer tucking Izuru’s head underneath his chin with a contented hum.
“I take it you’re going to be making me wear that again Gin?”
“Hmm~? Ya didn’t seem to take that much persuading~” The blonde mumbled something incoherent in response and tugged the blanket up from their feet in an effort to not answer that. “Anyway I have something else fer ya ta wear tomorrow~”
“No Gin.” Izuru replied flatly, snuggling into the blanket and his captain. Silence followed for a moment and the blonde wondered if Gin had fallen asleep letting out a yawn himself.
“I could always tell Aizen-taichou who really broke his favourite tea cup~” He replied twirling blonde strands between his long fingers. Izuru glared and murmured something about impossible behaviour.
“Ok, but I won’t like it.” He answered placing a soft kiss to his captain’s skin.
“Hai hai~” Gin responded softly, stroking the blonde’s hair and not believing him at all. “Sleep now ne~” Izuru nodded sighing contentedly as the fingers continued to stroke through his hair lulling him to sleep. Gin grinned and kissed the blonde’s forehead before settling down himself.
Rating: NC-17 (not worksafe)
Beta:
live_with_love
Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine. Both characters depicted are legal
Pairing: Gin/Izuru
Warning/Spoilers: Cross-dressing, AU. Spoilers for SS arc
Word Count: 1,516
Author's Notes: Request from
misumisu84 Gin/Izu; domestic life in Las Noches I hope you enjoy :D I really like writing for this AU so expect some more from this in the future.
X-Posted to:
ginkira and
sanbantaifuku
Living in Las Noches was rather odd to say the least. It was like one, giant very odd family home. There was the head of the house hold or ‘father’, Aizen. Then there was the weird uncle that no-one really liked but had to tolerate, that was Gin to a ‘t’. Most of the Espada seemed to constitute as their ‘children’. They even had a pet cat for crying out loud, not that you ever ever said that to Grimmjow’s face. That was just asking for it. The former third division vice-captain was currently standing in what stood for the ‘kitchen’, not that any of the hollows or arrancars ate anything at all like regular food, in Las Noches. He was brewing enough tea for the 10 Espada and 4 shinigami, including himself, even though; he knew and Aizen knew perfectly well the Espada weren’t going to do anything remotely related to drinking the tea. It would appear he’d been volunteered maid in this crazy place.
“Zu-chan~” The familiar accented voice of his captain floated from the door.
“Yes, taichou?” He replied pouring out the tea not looking up just yet.
“I got something for ya~”
“Hmm?...” Izuru asked finally taking a look at what could only be described as a mass of frills and ribbons. “Er…taichou…what exactly is that?” Gin took hold of the shoulders of the outfit, though they were little more than straps, and let the outfit fall out. The blonde blinked at it before meeting his captain’s eyes. “No taichou.” He answered flatly; this seemed to reinforce his place as maid.
“But Izuru~” The blonde cursed to himself. The fox faced shinigami knew him too well; he knew how much more pliant the blonde was when his captain used his actual name.
“I’m not wearing that whilst walking around Las Noches. Don’t you remember what happened when I arrived here?” When he’d first arrived Gin had given him some stupid outfit that had prompted nearly all the male arrancar in Las Noches to believe him to be a pretty, albeit very flat-chested, girl.
“But there aren’t any hair clips this time!~” Gin exclaimed as if that made everything better. Izuru sighed.
“I’m still not going to wear it, Gin.” The fox faced captain grinned as the blonde attempted to put his foot down by switching to using his first name. He only ever did that when he was being assertive, was angry or during sex. Gin placed the outfit on an available counter.
“Maybe later?~” Gin whispered against the blonde’s ear. Izuru shuddered; he couldn’t help himself as his lover’s body pressed against his back hands flitting up his side. A hand slid beneath his new uniform and over his stomach running light circles making the blonde shiver again.
“Al-alright later! B-But I have to finish this tea and we have the Espada meeting.” He yelled flustered and voice pitched a little higher than he would’ve liked.
“S’ppose~” Gin replied pecking the blonde on the cheek and drifting away.
The Espada meeting had gone by without a hitch, well no more of a hitch than normal at least. Izuru was now locked in the bathroom connected to Gin’s room staring at his reflection critically.
“Are ya done yet Zu-chan~?”
“I’m not coming out.” The blonde replied firmly tugging at the end of the skirt in nervousness. He’d even put on the white gloves that went from elbow and covered most of his hands but he drew the line at the choker and head gear. The maid outfit was comfortable. The material is comfortable; Izuru corrected himself wishing it came a bit lower than mid-thighs and determined that he was not enjoying this. He tugged lightly at the skirt again.
“But I know ya’ll look cute~” Gin answered through the door. Izuru pulled a face. Maybe I don’t want to be cute. “I’mma break the door down now~” The fox faced shinigami called. The blonde let out a sigh and to avoid another broken door opened it. He stepped out and closed it behind him all the while not looking at his lover. Izuru had barely closed the door when Gin pressed him up against it moving his head so he could capture the blonde’s lips hungrily. The blonde clung to the older shinigami’s shoulders lips parting when Gin flicked his tongue against them sliding inside and tasting him. The fox faced man explored the familiar territory sliding a hand up the outside of the blonde’s bare thigh resting on a sharp hip bone; his thumb running light circles kneading the soft skin. His lips slid to his vice-captain’s neck biting on the sensitive spots he’d already memorized causing the blonde to moan and writhe.
“G-Gin.” Izuru breathed. He’d already lost, handed himself over to the feelings and electricity coursing through his blood. Gin grinned against the warm skin beneath him and pulled the blonde to him dropping soft kisses down his neck and shoulder. He unzipped the outfit, grinning at the blonde as he toyed with the straps. Izuru leant up capturing thin lips shivering when the material glided against him pooling on the floor. Thin, warm arms wrapped around him pulling him towards their bed not once breaking the heated kiss. He pushed the naked blonde back onto the bed and before he could complain the former captain began to strip himself of his clothes. Izuru watched, mesmerized despite having seen this little ‘show’ so many times before, he just couldn’t get enough of it. Gin crawled over the blonde capturing his lips, hands sliding over every inch of sweat slicked skin; everywhere except where it was needed. He could feel the soft whimpers from the blonde and reached his hand blindly for the lube. Long fingers clasped around it and flicked it open placing open mouthed kisses against the blonde’s neck. Sliding in a lube coated finger he couldn’t help the groan that escaped him.
“Yer still so tight~” The fox faced captain whispered into the blonde’s ear, lavishing attention on the sensitive lobe. Izuru couldn’t do much beyond moaning in response hands clamped on Gin’s shoulders as he pushed back on the finger inside him. Gin began the familiar ritual of preparing the blonde who mewled and writhed beneath him lost in a haze of pleasure. He worked his way up until three fingers were pressed in, stretching and pleasuring Izuru as he simultaneously pushed back on them and bucked into the fleeting touches of his lover.
“Gin, please,” The blonde gasped, hands tangled in silvery strands as soft lips brushed against his erect nipples. The former captain withdrew his fingers and pressed his lips to the blonde’s, slicking his own cock. He slid forward into the welcoming heat of the blonde eliciting groans from the both of them. Izuru dropped kisses onto the silver haired man’s neck encouraging him to continue pushing so Gin would slip a little deeper. The silver haired man grinned drawing back a little and thrust forward repeating this several times before he drew nearly all the way out only the head of his cock still inside the blonde. Gin snapped his hips forward diving back into the incredibly tight heat, brushing the blonde's prostrate once more. He continued the same rhythm kissing the blonde hungrily and making sure to hit that spot with each thrust. Gin closed his hand around the blonde’s erection and began to pump in time with each brutal thrust. The hand touching his cock was enough to nudge him over the edge. “Gin.” He gasped out as he came trembling as the older shinigami continued to thrust into him.
“Izuru~” Gin moaned against the blonde’s ear when he came drawing a soft groan from the blonde as Gin spilled his orgasm into him. They lay together for a little while coming down from their respective highs before Izuru whimpered softly when Gin pulled out. The silver haired man grinned pulling the blonde closer tucking Izuru’s head underneath his chin with a contented hum.
“I take it you’re going to be making me wear that again Gin?”
“Hmm~? Ya didn’t seem to take that much persuading~” The blonde mumbled something incoherent in response and tugged the blanket up from their feet in an effort to not answer that. “Anyway I have something else fer ya ta wear tomorrow~”
“No Gin.” Izuru replied flatly, snuggling into the blanket and his captain. Silence followed for a moment and the blonde wondered if Gin had fallen asleep letting out a yawn himself.
“I could always tell Aizen-taichou who really broke his favourite tea cup~” He replied twirling blonde strands between his long fingers. Izuru glared and murmured something about impossible behaviour.
“Ok, but I won’t like it.” He answered placing a soft kiss to his captain’s skin.
“Hai hai~” Gin responded softly, stroking the blonde’s hair and not believing him at all. “Sleep now ne~” Izuru nodded sighing contentedly as the fingers continued to stroke through his hair lulling him to sleep. Gin grinned and kissed the blonde’s forehead before settling down himself.