Tales of a Broken Society: cuffs 3

Title: Cuffs 3

Fandom: Bleach

Pairing: Ikkaku/Shuuhei

Word count: 1,396

Requested by: RemyJones
AN: This is in the same world as Cuffs 1 and 2. The very last one will bring them all together in the long run. Enjoy.

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Staring at each other, the two men played with their sake cups before them, scowls on their faces as they tried to get over the awkwardness that had haunted them the last few days. Yumichika had sighed and gotten tired of them avoiding each other, and had shoved them into a closet, locking them in with some food, alcohol and a futon that had a box they feared next to it. Ikkaku had said something about it probably holding toys and lube, causing Shuuhei to blush rather prettily.

Ikkaku wouldn't admit it out loud, at least not without a lot of drink in him, but fucking Shuuhei had been rather delightful, one of the best lays outside of Yumichika. The 9th division fukutaicho wasn't loud, but the sounds he had made had been down right delicious. He hadn't known that the younger man could make such noises. And the way Shuuheis body had tightened around him, drawing him deep, trying to keep him in the willing entrance had been enough to nearly sent the bald shinigami over the edge.

For Shuuehi, he had loved every moment of their night together, had enjoyed the soreness that had lingered and the memories that fueled his fantasies for days after. And it scared him to want a person that much after so long of having only the occasional lover, and never once had he bottomed with them, never feeling they were right. Oh, he had bottomed, but it had been with Tosen and had never felt like it had been with Ikkaku.

“So, how the hell do ya think we'll get out of here?” Ikkaku asked after a few saucers of sake, making Shuuhei blink at him in surprise.

“No idea. I have a feeling that Yumichika-san won't let us out until he's happy with how we work things out,” Shuuhei drawled, propping his head onto one hand, eyes bored as he continued to play with his sake cup. He was starting to feel the slow warmth that was working its way through his body, making him feel loose but hardly slow or sluggish. “and I have a sneaking suspicion as to what he wants us to do, the perverted pain he is.”

“What do ya mean by that?” Ikkaku asked, eyeing the flush that was settling over the high cheek bones. If the man said what he wanted to hear, he was going to pounce like he'd been wanting to for the last ten minutes.

“I heard him snickering about me needing to get laid and you being the best out there to do it,” Shuuhei hummed, frowning as Ikkaku smirked at him and put his sake cup aside.

“Yumi-chan would know, let me tall ya,” the bald male said, gazing at Shuuhei with dark, lusty eyes. The tattooed man went stiff, eyes going wide as a flood of heat spread through his body at the look. “Now, the question is...do I have ta tie ya to the bed...or are you gonna be a good boy and let me make ya scream nice and loud?” Ikkaku purred, loving how his companions pupils dilated and a full body shiver wrack that sweet body of his.

“I'll be good,” Shuuhei breathed, eyes wide as he shivered at the smug look on Ikkakus face.

“I'll tie ya to the bed next time,” Ikkaku purred as he stood up, moving to the futon. Shuuhei stood and followed, eyebrows raised as he watched the other man dig through the box, pulling out a bottle of oil, finding various other toys in it.

“next time?” he asked softly, sitting on the futon and leaning down to tug off his shoes. Ikkaku easily kicked off his own and smirked as he tugged off his top, dropping it to the ground.

“yeah, next time. I want your sweet, tight ass around me again,” Ikkaku purred happily, reaching out and tangling his fingers in dark hair, tugging the other close. Shuuhei groaned, eyes going half lidded as his companion pulled him close, feeding his ego. “I have got to say I haven't wanted someone again and again and again since I started sleeping with Yumi-chan. I want to see you under him to, begging for more as he turns your mind to goo and then I want to see you turn the tables on him.”

Shuuhei moaned, eyes nearly shut as his length throbbed in his pants, making him want, need what Ikkaku was saying. The broad man growled and smashed his lips against the tempting ones before him, nipping and sucking until they opened and allowed his tongue to slide in and remap the sweet mouth once more. Moaning, the lean man reached up and stroked a hand over the bal head as one hand grasped at a strong shoulder. Ikkaku reached down with his free hand and grabbed a lean hip, dragging his companion off the bed and into his body.

Pulling away, Ikkaku licked his lips and said “Get undressed, sweet thing. I want to fuck you nice and face this time.” Shuuhei shuddered hard and bit his bottom lip, moaning around it as he pulled away from the warm body, tugging off his top and pants with shaking hands. He was surprised he was able to do anything with the sheer amount of lust that was coursing through his body, heating his body and blood. “That's good. Go ahead and lay down. I have no doubt that you're weak kneed,” the bald man hummed, eyes trailing over the sweet body before him, enjoying the lean body and the way a sheen of sweat started to cover dark skin.

Sitting on the bed, Shuuhei decided to enjoy everything that was about to happen. Shifting onto his knees, he crawled towards the head of the futon, smirking at the growl that he got. Looking over his shoulder, the fukutaicho stretched his arms out, ass tilted upwards, inviting the man to come take him, to fuck him. To fulfill his promise, his fingers curling in the pillow under him.

Ikkaku growled again and grabbed the oil, pouring a bit onto his hand and coating his cock. Climbing onto the futon and settling behind Shuuhei, the third seat rubbed at the tight entrance before him, easily sliding his first finger into the other man, making him leer, eyes bright.

“Been playing with yourself there, sweet thing?” he growled, getting low sounds of need from Shuuhei as lean hips pressed back into his hand.

“Yes,” Shuuhei moaned in answer, prompting Ikkaku to slide a second finger in with very little resistance.

“Good,” the bald man growled, working his fingers in and out of the others body, spreading them open, getting Shuuheis body to relax and open for him.

“Damnit, fuck me,” Shuuhei growled, rolling his hips as he looked over his shoulder once more. Ikkaku gave a low growling laugh as he slid in a third finger, making sure that the other was stretched properly. Sliding them out, the big man shifted and pressed against the flexing entrance. Smirking, he slid in slowly, feeling the little man under him give as a low moan escaped from sweet lips.

Once he was completely buried, Ikkaku shifted and curled his fingers around Shuuheis straining cock, stroking once before starting a brutal pace. The man under him gasped and groaned with each hard thrust, hands clenching the pillow under his head, his cock leaking heavily. The bald man was continuously growling as he took his lover, feeling the feel of his climax, and moved harder and faster over the dark haired man.

Leering at the near scream as Shuuhei came, spilling over his hand, tightening to a near painful vice around his prick, Ikkaku growled one last time and spilled deep into the other. Panting, the two fell onto the futon, still connected, not wanting to pull apart just yet. Shuuhei was sprawled on his stomach, legs spread out with Ikkaku resting between them, pressing soft kisses to his back. The dark haired man groaned lowly as his lover rolled his hips, slick sounds reaching his ears as Ikkaku rubbed and pressed as he grew hard.

“I'm hardly done, sweet thing. I still have to show you that I can be slow,” Ikkaku hummed, smiling against one shoulder at the small mewl he got. Oh, he was gonna enjoy this.