Bleach, Shuuken music drabbles
Assorted Music-Drabbles, Shuuken #1-5
Author: animikii
Ratings: PG13 to NC17
Characters/Pairings: Kensei/Shuuhei consistently, with some Shinji/Shuuhei, appearance by Kyouraku
Warnings: Slash, angst, some darker themes, some smut, bit of swearing
A/N: So, my mind's been wandering all over Shuuken recently, significantly influenced by the current round of one sentence prompts over at bleach_muses and I was listening to my Ipod all day, which always gets my brain working...
Dedicated to gypsygrrl420 , who is almost single-handedly responsible for hooking me on Shuuken, and readily feeds my growing stock of Ideas That Must Be Written.
*x-posted like everywhere
1) If I Never See Your Face Again - Maroon 5 ft. Rihanna
"Now you've gone somewhere else far away; I don't know if I will find you. But you feel my breath on your neck; can't believe I'm right behind you. 'Cause your keep me coming back for more, and I feel a little better than I did before. If I never see your face again, I don't mind, 'cause we got much further than I thought we'd get tonight."
“You didn’t seem to care that we just up and left,” Kensei says eventually.
The kid shrugs one shoulder; the other is still swathed in bandages, healing naturally instead of with kidou, and the vizard figures the only reason he’d do that is to let it scar. “I figured you would. Shinigami and the vizard aren’t allies; we only fought together against a common enemy.”
The reply says absolutely nothing at all, and the older man levels a sharp look across Urahara’s table.
“I got to find out that you were still alive,” Shuuhei expands softly, gaze tilted towards the cup of tea held in one hand. “And I realized that I could spend the rest of my life regretting the fact that I’d probably never see you again, or I could be happy with the fact that I had seen you, at least that once, and knew you were doing alright.”
Kensei takes a minute to absorb that, trying to think of something to say in return that won’t sound like a soft lie. “That’s a fucking depressing way of looking at things,” is what he comes up with.
Finally, the corners of the kid’s mouth curl up in a weak grin.
2) Love Me When I’m Gone - Three Doors Down
“There’s another world inside of me that you may never see. There are secrets in this life that I can’t hide. Well, somewhere in this darkness there’s a light that I can’t find; maybe it’s too far away, or maybe I’m just blind.”
Shuuhei is always in his office every morning before his new taicho, constantly and without fail; except for the one day when Kensei beats him to it, just to be able to say that he can, and nearly trips over a bottle of something left just inside the door. When the vizard picks up the offending opaque glass container and twists the lid off out of curiosity, the sharp (Hollow-stirring) scent of fresh (powerful, shimmering with reiatsu) blood tells him in no uncertain terms what the bottle contains.
He puts the lid back on, sets the bottle on his desk, and waits for Shuuhei to arrive. (Not a single sheet of paperwork gets touched.)
Kensei is aware that there is likely a ridiculously ordinary explanation for the bottled blood (prank, inside joke, mistake). But when Shuuhei does show up minutes later, his expression changes from pleasantly surprised to confused to a split-second or horror before his face seems to shut down, smoothing into blankness (fear, resignation, trapped). His gaze slides from the bottle to the wall behind Kensei and the newly reinstated captain realizes that he’s looking for an escape route.
“Shuuhei,” the vizard starts slowly, eyes pinning his fukutaicho where he stands (like a not-quite-dead butterfly pinned to a collector’s board). “Why was there a bottle of blood in my office this morning?” (Why are you reacting so badly to it?)
The dark-haired shinigami takes a few moments to respond. “It’s a long story,” he answers eventually; not like it’s a joke that requires a lot of backstory to understand, but like Kensei’s telling him to admit to murder (maybe he is).
“Well, I think it’s going to be a long fucking day, so you may as well start now.”
*
Later that afternoon, a very wrung-out Shuuhei followed by a rather irritated Kensei manage to track Kyouraku down with Ise’s generous help.
“Why, in the name of the Gods, did you leave it right in the middle of the doorway?” Shuuhei asks without preamble, and it comes out as a sort of heavily supressed whine.
The flowery captain glances at the two shinigami out of the corner of his eye and raises an eyebrow. “Jyuushiro wasn’t feelin’ well this morning, so I dropped by instead-“
“The middle of the doorway,” the younger shinigami interrupts (definitely a whine this time).
The other eyebrow goes up as well. “Shuuhei, you’re always in first, so I figured it wouldn’t really matter.”
“Not today,” Kensei almost-growls.
“Oh.” Kyouraku slouches a bit more and dips his hat down so that it shades his eyes. “Oops.”
3) I’m Not Your Toy - La Roux
“Yes, it’s all false love and affection; you don’t like me, you just want the attention.”
Really, Shinji thinks, it figures.
The dark-haired vizard beneath him twists and writhes and it’s only Shinji’s weighted elbow digging into his spine that keeps him on the ground, but the instinctive push-pull of the kid’s sharp hips makes fucking him absolutely sublime. The sounds spilling from Shuuhei’s lips are muffled slightly by the ground and the bone-white mask, but he still hisses and growls and snaps for all he’s worth as the blond vizard grinds him into the dirt-covered ground; some rational part of Shinji’s mind frowns at the desperation of it all, but the veil of Hollow currently draped over the forefront of his brain sure as hell doesn’t complain.
And besides, if he lets the kid up, he’ll be the one face-down in the dirt. At least this way Shinji has enough control to keep either of them from ending up with anything more fatal than a few broken bones.
It’s a little bit sweet and a little bit sad that Shuuhei can’t bring himself to pit his new Hollow against Kensei, who is (secretly) desperate to help his lover. Sweet that the ex-fukutaicho cares about Kensei too much to take him up on the offer, but sad that he doesn’t trust his own control and his lover’s strength.
But mostly, it just figures. The kid’s a straight-laced kind of guy, his zanpakuto’s fucking maniac, and his Hollow’s a complete slut.
4) Down With The Sickness - Disturbed
“I can see inside you, the sickness is rising; don’t try to deny what you feel… It seems all that was good has died, and is decaying…”
“Fuck, Shuuhei, you - you c’n-” And it’s not even the way his lover’s rolling his hips, strong and languid, but the way he nuzzles the underside of Kensei’s jaw, hot breath misting the already heated skin.
“No, I can’t, I won’t,” Shuuhei almost gasps, and the vizard can see the tendons standing out sharply beneath the younger man’s tanned skin, feel the mouth against his neck tremble with tension, fine claws clinging to the broad expanse of his back.
Kensei moves one hand up and tangles it in his lover’s dark hair, other arm wrapped around the shinigami in his lap. “It’s alright,” he whispers, rocking upwards into his fukutaicho, drawing a strangled cry. “You know you can’t hurt me.”
Sharp fangs ghost a path down Kensei’s neck and across one shoulder, followed in reverse by an eager tongue, and it almost undoes him completely. “Shuu-”
An explosion of sensation, fire and spice and sharp edges, splashes across his nerve endings. Shuuhei’s fangs sink deep, grazing bone, and Kensei grabs his lover’s shoulder between his teeth to bury a roar.
5) Not Meant To Be - Theory Of A Deadman
“It’s hard to believe that there’s no way out for you and me; it seems to be the story of our lives… It’s like one step forward and two steps back… It’s like trying to turn around on a one-way street; I can’t give you what you want and it’s killing me…”
There are questions that Kensei has that Shuuhei won’t ever answer, and the vizard knows better than to ask.
They’re ‘how’s, mostly, because he distinctly remembers running into the kid a century ago in Soul Society (which Shuuhei will reluctantly admit to), and the path from existence there to existence at Aizen’s side as one of his elite top ten is long and convoluted and doesn’t fit inside a century no matter how you compress it.
Kensei holds back a great deal of ‘why’s as well. Why does Shuuhei proudly display the ‘69’ on his cheek and cover the single digit proclamation of strength inked on his lower back, flinching as if it pains him when the vizard traces it with the tips of his fingers? Why does he flip between kissing Kensei so viciously it’s more of a badly restrained bite and kissing him so softly that Kensei wonders if he’s holding back tears? Why does he always leave when he thinks Kensei’s asleep, pulling himself out of his enemy’s embrace so hesitantly he almost doesn’t make it?
And if he continues to return to Aizen, slaughtering shinigami by day, why does he even bother to fall into Kensei’s arms at night?
Author: animikii
Ratings: PG13 to NC17
Characters/Pairings: Kensei/Shuuhei consistently, with some Shinji/Shuuhei, appearance by Kyouraku
Warnings: Slash, angst, some darker themes, some smut, bit of swearing
A/N: So, my mind's been wandering all over Shuuken recently, significantly influenced by the current round of one sentence prompts over at bleach_muses and I was listening to my Ipod all day, which always gets my brain working...
Dedicated to gypsygrrl420 , who is almost single-handedly responsible for hooking me on Shuuken, and readily feeds my growing stock of Ideas That Must Be Written.
*x-posted like everywhere
1) If I Never See Your Face Again - Maroon 5 ft. Rihanna
"Now you've gone somewhere else far away; I don't know if I will find you. But you feel my breath on your neck; can't believe I'm right behind you. 'Cause your keep me coming back for more, and I feel a little better than I did before. If I never see your face again, I don't mind, 'cause we got much further than I thought we'd get tonight."
“You didn’t seem to care that we just up and left,” Kensei says eventually.
The kid shrugs one shoulder; the other is still swathed in bandages, healing naturally instead of with kidou, and the vizard figures the only reason he’d do that is to let it scar. “I figured you would. Shinigami and the vizard aren’t allies; we only fought together against a common enemy.”
The reply says absolutely nothing at all, and the older man levels a sharp look across Urahara’s table.
“I got to find out that you were still alive,” Shuuhei expands softly, gaze tilted towards the cup of tea held in one hand. “And I realized that I could spend the rest of my life regretting the fact that I’d probably never see you again, or I could be happy with the fact that I had seen you, at least that once, and knew you were doing alright.”
Kensei takes a minute to absorb that, trying to think of something to say in return that won’t sound like a soft lie. “That’s a fucking depressing way of looking at things,” is what he comes up with.
Finally, the corners of the kid’s mouth curl up in a weak grin.
2) Love Me When I’m Gone - Three Doors Down
“There’s another world inside of me that you may never see. There are secrets in this life that I can’t hide. Well, somewhere in this darkness there’s a light that I can’t find; maybe it’s too far away, or maybe I’m just blind.”
Shuuhei is always in his office every morning before his new taicho, constantly and without fail; except for the one day when Kensei beats him to it, just to be able to say that he can, and nearly trips over a bottle of something left just inside the door. When the vizard picks up the offending opaque glass container and twists the lid off out of curiosity, the sharp (Hollow-stirring) scent of fresh (powerful, shimmering with reiatsu) blood tells him in no uncertain terms what the bottle contains.
He puts the lid back on, sets the bottle on his desk, and waits for Shuuhei to arrive. (Not a single sheet of paperwork gets touched.)
Kensei is aware that there is likely a ridiculously ordinary explanation for the bottled blood (prank, inside joke, mistake). But when Shuuhei does show up minutes later, his expression changes from pleasantly surprised to confused to a split-second or horror before his face seems to shut down, smoothing into blankness (fear, resignation, trapped). His gaze slides from the bottle to the wall behind Kensei and the newly reinstated captain realizes that he’s looking for an escape route.
“Shuuhei,” the vizard starts slowly, eyes pinning his fukutaicho where he stands (like a not-quite-dead butterfly pinned to a collector’s board). “Why was there a bottle of blood in my office this morning?” (Why are you reacting so badly to it?)
The dark-haired shinigami takes a few moments to respond. “It’s a long story,” he answers eventually; not like it’s a joke that requires a lot of backstory to understand, but like Kensei’s telling him to admit to murder (maybe he is).
“Well, I think it’s going to be a long fucking day, so you may as well start now.”
*
Later that afternoon, a very wrung-out Shuuhei followed by a rather irritated Kensei manage to track Kyouraku down with Ise’s generous help.
“Why, in the name of the Gods, did you leave it right in the middle of the doorway?” Shuuhei asks without preamble, and it comes out as a sort of heavily supressed whine.
The flowery captain glances at the two shinigami out of the corner of his eye and raises an eyebrow. “Jyuushiro wasn’t feelin’ well this morning, so I dropped by instead-“
“The middle of the doorway,” the younger shinigami interrupts (definitely a whine this time).
The other eyebrow goes up as well. “Shuuhei, you’re always in first, so I figured it wouldn’t really matter.”
“Not today,” Kensei almost-growls.
“Oh.” Kyouraku slouches a bit more and dips his hat down so that it shades his eyes. “Oops.”
3) I’m Not Your Toy - La Roux
“Yes, it’s all false love and affection; you don’t like me, you just want the attention.”
Really, Shinji thinks, it figures.
The dark-haired vizard beneath him twists and writhes and it’s only Shinji’s weighted elbow digging into his spine that keeps him on the ground, but the instinctive push-pull of the kid’s sharp hips makes fucking him absolutely sublime. The sounds spilling from Shuuhei’s lips are muffled slightly by the ground and the bone-white mask, but he still hisses and growls and snaps for all he’s worth as the blond vizard grinds him into the dirt-covered ground; some rational part of Shinji’s mind frowns at the desperation of it all, but the veil of Hollow currently draped over the forefront of his brain sure as hell doesn’t complain.
And besides, if he lets the kid up, he’ll be the one face-down in the dirt. At least this way Shinji has enough control to keep either of them from ending up with anything more fatal than a few broken bones.
It’s a little bit sweet and a little bit sad that Shuuhei can’t bring himself to pit his new Hollow against Kensei, who is (secretly) desperate to help his lover. Sweet that the ex-fukutaicho cares about Kensei too much to take him up on the offer, but sad that he doesn’t trust his own control and his lover’s strength.
But mostly, it just figures. The kid’s a straight-laced kind of guy, his zanpakuto’s fucking maniac, and his Hollow’s a complete slut.
4) Down With The Sickness - Disturbed
“I can see inside you, the sickness is rising; don’t try to deny what you feel… It seems all that was good has died, and is decaying…”
“Fuck, Shuuhei, you - you c’n-” And it’s not even the way his lover’s rolling his hips, strong and languid, but the way he nuzzles the underside of Kensei’s jaw, hot breath misting the already heated skin.
“No, I can’t, I won’t,” Shuuhei almost gasps, and the vizard can see the tendons standing out sharply beneath the younger man’s tanned skin, feel the mouth against his neck tremble with tension, fine claws clinging to the broad expanse of his back.
Kensei moves one hand up and tangles it in his lover’s dark hair, other arm wrapped around the shinigami in his lap. “It’s alright,” he whispers, rocking upwards into his fukutaicho, drawing a strangled cry. “You know you can’t hurt me.”
Sharp fangs ghost a path down Kensei’s neck and across one shoulder, followed in reverse by an eager tongue, and it almost undoes him completely. “Shuu-”
An explosion of sensation, fire and spice and sharp edges, splashes across his nerve endings. Shuuhei’s fangs sink deep, grazing bone, and Kensei grabs his lover’s shoulder between his teeth to bury a roar.
5) Not Meant To Be - Theory Of A Deadman
“It’s hard to believe that there’s no way out for you and me; it seems to be the story of our lives… It’s like one step forward and two steps back… It’s like trying to turn around on a one-way street; I can’t give you what you want and it’s killing me…”
There are questions that Kensei has that Shuuhei won’t ever answer, and the vizard knows better than to ask.
They’re ‘how’s, mostly, because he distinctly remembers running into the kid a century ago in Soul Society (which Shuuhei will reluctantly admit to), and the path from existence there to existence at Aizen’s side as one of his elite top ten is long and convoluted and doesn’t fit inside a century no matter how you compress it.
Kensei holds back a great deal of ‘why’s as well. Why does Shuuhei proudly display the ‘69’ on his cheek and cover the single digit proclamation of strength inked on his lower back, flinching as if it pains him when the vizard traces it with the tips of his fingers? Why does he flip between kissing Kensei so viciously it’s more of a badly restrained bite and kissing him so softly that Kensei wonders if he’s holding back tears? Why does he always leave when he thinks Kensei’s asleep, pulling himself out of his enemy’s embrace so hesitantly he almost doesn’t make it?
And if he continues to return to Aizen, slaughtering shinigami by day, why does he even bother to fall into Kensei’s arms at night?