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kinkfestTitle: A Secret Shared
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Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Hichigo/Ichigo
Rating: R
Prompt: Secrets - It must have been a whole new level of fucked up.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Bleach - however, I do own many of the wrongs :D
Word Count: 666 (no, srsly! XD)
Summary: Ichigo doesn’t spend his nights alone.
Ichigo looked out through the window as the sun disappeared behind the horizon, the sky cycling through a range of colors before sliding slowly into darkness. He sighed audibly as he closed his eyes, and slid a hand underneath the sheet covering him, sliding down skin-on-skin, exploring his naked body, until he cupped his half-hard cock in the palm of his hand.
Ya back for more, King? I can make you feel so good...
The voice echoed round his head and he felt himself twitch underneath his hand. This really must have been a whole new level of fucked up, he thought, as he slipped away from his surroundings.
Can’t stay away, eh?
He opened his eyes to find himself lying on his back on the sideways building in his inner world, with his hollow self kneeling over him, staring with those unnerving yellow-black eyes, wild and unrelenting.
Cat got yer tongue, hmm? No worries, I can make you talk – or scream...
Ichigo gasped as a tongue darted down to his collarbone and licked up the side of his neck, curling around his earlobe. He felt a hand run down his body and he flinched as he felt long fingers wrap around his still-hardening cock and felt his hips rise up to meet that grip, reactively, his hands grasping fruitlessly on the ground trying to find purchase.
Do you know how obscene you look, laid out beneath me?
It was eerily silent in his inner world, save for the whispered almost-threats from his hollow echoing round his mind. Ichigo bit his lower lip hard to stop himself from crying out as he felt deft fingers swipe over his too-sensitive head and then slide down, a shiver running through his as sharp as electricity and as light as feathers. He closed his eyes tight, not wanting to see, but wanting to feel instead.
How many more secrets you keepin’ from everyone, huh?
He tried to ignore that last taunt, delivered as a hand ran over his balls and between his legs, confident yet surprisingly gentle. Ichigo moaned softly as he felt something press inquisitively against his opening, the muscles there contracting and then relaxing, slowly, as he felt one, then two fingers slide inside. He shuddered as he tightened around the intrusion, the movements repeating as he felt the fingers slide out and then thrust back in, occasionally brushing over the spot that made him arch his back and moan softly.
Such a slut, only for me – eh, King?
His eyes flew open as he felt the fingers withdraw completely, replaced by something much larger. He felt himself filled completely, and he closed his eyes to the onslaught again, his entire world reducing to feeling; a nipple pinched here, his balls squeezed there, and his whole body seemed to vibrate with it. He gave a muffled cry as he felt teeth sink into his shoulder, and a low chuckle followed.
You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you? Let me tease and torment and fuck you senseless?
A groan escaped his lips as Ichigo pushed his hips up higher, harder, no longer caring what he looked or sounded like, just desperate for release. It was almost painful, the relentless onslaught against him, and when his orgasm hit it was out of nowhere and Ichigo felt as though someone had hotwired his brain to his cock to shoot a thousand volts through him…
As the endorphins faded from his body, Ichigo blinked a few times. As he adjusted to the light he realized he was back in his own bed, in his room, in normality – or what passed for it in his life. He shook his head in resignation and wondered if there were anyone more fucked up than he was.
I doubt it, King! came the voice from inside him, delivered with a bitter laugh.
Ichigo sighed as he fell back against the pillow and closed his eyes, letting sleep claim him for the night.
Author:
stopwatch_plzFandom: Bleach
Pairing: Hichigo/Ichigo
Rating: R
Prompt: Secrets - It must have been a whole new level of fucked up.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Bleach - however, I do own many of the wrongs :D
Word Count: 666 (no, srsly! XD)
Summary: Ichigo doesn’t spend his nights alone.
Ichigo looked out through the window as the sun disappeared behind the horizon, the sky cycling through a range of colors before sliding slowly into darkness. He sighed audibly as he closed his eyes, and slid a hand underneath the sheet covering him, sliding down skin-on-skin, exploring his naked body, until he cupped his half-hard cock in the palm of his hand.
Ya back for more, King? I can make you feel so good...
The voice echoed round his head and he felt himself twitch underneath his hand. This really must have been a whole new level of fucked up, he thought, as he slipped away from his surroundings.
Can’t stay away, eh?
He opened his eyes to find himself lying on his back on the sideways building in his inner world, with his hollow self kneeling over him, staring with those unnerving yellow-black eyes, wild and unrelenting.
Cat got yer tongue, hmm? No worries, I can make you talk – or scream...
Ichigo gasped as a tongue darted down to his collarbone and licked up the side of his neck, curling around his earlobe. He felt a hand run down his body and he flinched as he felt long fingers wrap around his still-hardening cock and felt his hips rise up to meet that grip, reactively, his hands grasping fruitlessly on the ground trying to find purchase.
Do you know how obscene you look, laid out beneath me?
It was eerily silent in his inner world, save for the whispered almost-threats from his hollow echoing round his mind. Ichigo bit his lower lip hard to stop himself from crying out as he felt deft fingers swipe over his too-sensitive head and then slide down, a shiver running through his as sharp as electricity and as light as feathers. He closed his eyes tight, not wanting to see, but wanting to feel instead.
How many more secrets you keepin’ from everyone, huh?
He tried to ignore that last taunt, delivered as a hand ran over his balls and between his legs, confident yet surprisingly gentle. Ichigo moaned softly as he felt something press inquisitively against his opening, the muscles there contracting and then relaxing, slowly, as he felt one, then two fingers slide inside. He shuddered as he tightened around the intrusion, the movements repeating as he felt the fingers slide out and then thrust back in, occasionally brushing over the spot that made him arch his back and moan softly.
Such a slut, only for me – eh, King?
His eyes flew open as he felt the fingers withdraw completely, replaced by something much larger. He felt himself filled completely, and he closed his eyes to the onslaught again, his entire world reducing to feeling; a nipple pinched here, his balls squeezed there, and his whole body seemed to vibrate with it. He gave a muffled cry as he felt teeth sink into his shoulder, and a low chuckle followed.
You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you? Let me tease and torment and fuck you senseless?
A groan escaped his lips as Ichigo pushed his hips up higher, harder, no longer caring what he looked or sounded like, just desperate for release. It was almost painful, the relentless onslaught against him, and when his orgasm hit it was out of nowhere and Ichigo felt as though someone had hotwired his brain to his cock to shoot a thousand volts through him…
As the endorphins faded from his body, Ichigo blinked a few times. As he adjusted to the light he realized he was back in his own bed, in his room, in normality – or what passed for it in his life. He shook his head in resignation and wondered if there were anyone more fucked up than he was.
I doubt it, King! came the voice from inside him, delivered with a bitter laugh.
Ichigo sighed as he fell back against the pillow and closed his eyes, letting sleep claim him for the night.
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