Bleach - [Shinji/Kensei] - Keeping it in the Family
Title: Keeping it in the Family
Characters: Kensei/Shinji
Rating: R
Summary: Kensei helps Shinji out.
Notes: Happy birthday, mei_yanohi! T_T Sorry about how funky Shinji's voice is in this. You don't know how much you being there makes Shini's life that much more wonderful.
Kensei had always figured the vaizored were one big family. You helped each other out. When the Mashiro lost her googles, pretty much everyone dropped what they were doing and spent an entire day looking for them. And when Hiyori broke her arm, everyone ignored her tears until she could wipe them up. And when Love lost his job, the entire group went job-hunting with him, until Hiyori threatened someone into giving him one. They were family like that and Kensei was pretty much convinced he'd do anything for any one of them if they asked.
And, like every family, they lived together. Warehouses, by nature, really weren't good places live, much less sleep. Everything from heat, air conditioning, and even shower facilities were a rarity. And if they existed? They usually weren't on the higher end of things. But the vaizored took things as they came and the warehouse they lived in was certainly not the worst out there.
Showers were taken away from the buildings, often at workplaces and local bathing facilities (something the more fashion conscientious of the vaizored like Rose and Shinji tend to abhor). Air conditioning tends to consist of propping open smaller doors and, when things get desperate and Hiyori starts beating people over the head with sandals, the giant steel door gets opened a bit as well. If all else fails, the vaizored call off training and go for a swim or jack somebody's hose and get into a water battle (normally ending up with a battle-to-the-death face off between Hiyori, Kensei, and Lisa with Mashiro on Hacchi's shoulders cheering them all on, regardless).
Heat, however, was a bit harder to fix, especially on drafty nights. They did all right, most of the group earning their share enough not to worry about things like blankets. But, sleeping together for warmth was almost expected. There wasn't anything wrong with that in Kensei's opinion. Hey, families slept in the same room all over the place. And as long as they had each other, it didn't matter whether Rose complained of Love's cold feet touching him during the night or Hiyori sulking because Mashiro took up all the covers to become the 'blanket avenger'. Hacchi'd just smile to himself and give Lisa a quick glance as she kept her distance (the light in the sleeping area was too dim for reading, although she tended to join them later in the evenings after she was finished).
Kensei, however, saw it as his responsibility to get their boss to bed, make sure he was warm. The fact that he was their leader and could kick most'a their asses didn't change the fact that he was still just a scrawny-assed guy who couldn't keep a decent amount of meat on his bones, after all. He had a responsibility to keep them on track(except Hiyori, whose job was to keep him on track) and together. The least Kensei saw he could do was make sure he protected his scrawny ass from shinigami (or hollows or whatever wanted to rough things up with 'em this time around) or even shit like the common cold. As their leader, Kensei figured those were the last things Shinji should have to worry about.
That didn't mean, however, that Shinji felt the same way. Most nights the scrawny vaizored leader was okay with sharing a bed with Kensei, but some nights, he'd get antsy, irritable. And, most of all, like any guy, he'd get horny. And horny, when pressed up against the bigger thug at night was the last thing Shinji really needed...
Even if Kensei slept like a log. No, Kensei didn't just sleep like a log. He slept like a giant steel log. Shinji would wake up, hot and horny and find himself trapped, inevitably beneath a giant muscled arm and find himself kneeing the stronger vaizored until he moved.
"Nnngh," Shinji grunted, shifting the big lug over and reaching down. The temptation to handle himself right here was pretty bad. Sneaking off outside would probably wake the whole lot of them and the last thing he needed was a clog to his head.
Shinji reached down, touching himself slowly. It wouldn't take long. Hell, Kensei was such a deep sleeper; he'd probably just roll over and snore through it. He freed himself with a smooth movement, working his cock with easy strokes, cinnamon eyes drawing to half-lids.
Even in the leftover heat of Kensei's sleep-driven embrace, the heat from his own erection was somehow that much greater, like a fever gradually drawing through him.
He kept up his strokes, long and even, knowing himself more than anyone could. And that knowledge made it that much easier to lose himself in the act. It was good, something he'd missed from weeks of being stuck in the warehouse with the others. Shinji rolled over and felt a strong hand clap over his own, stopping him cold.
"Need some help, boss?"
Shinji jerked back, thrown sharply from the pleasure as brown eyes met darker ones. Kensei was sitting straight up, muscular hand on his much slimmer one. He drew in a shaky breath, still short from arousal, "Wh- what are you doing awake, Kensei?"
Kensei reached up with his free hand, scratching the back of his neck, a sleepy grin on his own face, "Couldn't sleep. Woke up and saw ya had a problem."
Shinji's mind raced. Kensei wasn't too bright, but he'd never figured the other would offer something like this. Hell, he wasn't even sure the thug was offering, but he knew the other well enough to think that maybe sleeping next to him wasn't such a bad idea after all.
Shinji grinned, slow and long as he turned over, cinnamon eyes searching the other's face, "Say, Kensei... Family's supposed to help each other out, right?"
Kensei paused, hand lowering from his neck as he blinked in some confusion, "Yeah, well... I always figured so, yeah. Why?"
"And the Vizored are family, right?" Shinji had always prided himself in his smile and he was certain this one was definitely one of his better ones as he leaned just a bit closer to the thug in question.
Kensei offered a hesitant smile, "I thought so. I mean with all we've been through an' a-..."
"Good," Shinji cut him off, long fingers more accustomed to a sword's hilt than anything else neatly capturing Kensei's and replacing them on his cock, "Because I have a problem that I think you know how to handle very, very well."
Characters: Kensei/Shinji
Rating: R
Summary: Kensei helps Shinji out.
Notes: Happy birthday, mei_yanohi! T_T Sorry about how funky Shinji's voice is in this. You don't know how much you being there makes Shini's life that much more wonderful.
Kensei had always figured the vaizored were one big family. You helped each other out. When the Mashiro lost her googles, pretty much everyone dropped what they were doing and spent an entire day looking for them. And when Hiyori broke her arm, everyone ignored her tears until she could wipe them up. And when Love lost his job, the entire group went job-hunting with him, until Hiyori threatened someone into giving him one. They were family like that and Kensei was pretty much convinced he'd do anything for any one of them if they asked.
And, like every family, they lived together. Warehouses, by nature, really weren't good places live, much less sleep. Everything from heat, air conditioning, and even shower facilities were a rarity. And if they existed? They usually weren't on the higher end of things. But the vaizored took things as they came and the warehouse they lived in was certainly not the worst out there.
Showers were taken away from the buildings, often at workplaces and local bathing facilities (something the more fashion conscientious of the vaizored like Rose and Shinji tend to abhor). Air conditioning tends to consist of propping open smaller doors and, when things get desperate and Hiyori starts beating people over the head with sandals, the giant steel door gets opened a bit as well. If all else fails, the vaizored call off training and go for a swim or jack somebody's hose and get into a water battle (normally ending up with a battle-to-the-death face off between Hiyori, Kensei, and Lisa with Mashiro on Hacchi's shoulders cheering them all on, regardless).
Heat, however, was a bit harder to fix, especially on drafty nights. They did all right, most of the group earning their share enough not to worry about things like blankets. But, sleeping together for warmth was almost expected. There wasn't anything wrong with that in Kensei's opinion. Hey, families slept in the same room all over the place. And as long as they had each other, it didn't matter whether Rose complained of Love's cold feet touching him during the night or Hiyori sulking because Mashiro took up all the covers to become the 'blanket avenger'. Hacchi'd just smile to himself and give Lisa a quick glance as she kept her distance (the light in the sleeping area was too dim for reading, although she tended to join them later in the evenings after she was finished).
Kensei, however, saw it as his responsibility to get their boss to bed, make sure he was warm. The fact that he was their leader and could kick most'a their asses didn't change the fact that he was still just a scrawny-assed guy who couldn't keep a decent amount of meat on his bones, after all. He had a responsibility to keep them on track(except Hiyori, whose job was to keep him on track) and together. The least Kensei saw he could do was make sure he protected his scrawny ass from shinigami (or hollows or whatever wanted to rough things up with 'em this time around) or even shit like the common cold. As their leader, Kensei figured those were the last things Shinji should have to worry about.
That didn't mean, however, that Shinji felt the same way. Most nights the scrawny vaizored leader was okay with sharing a bed with Kensei, but some nights, he'd get antsy, irritable. And, most of all, like any guy, he'd get horny. And horny, when pressed up against the bigger thug at night was the last thing Shinji really needed...
Even if Kensei slept like a log. No, Kensei didn't just sleep like a log. He slept like a giant steel log. Shinji would wake up, hot and horny and find himself trapped, inevitably beneath a giant muscled arm and find himself kneeing the stronger vaizored until he moved.
"Nnngh," Shinji grunted, shifting the big lug over and reaching down. The temptation to handle himself right here was pretty bad. Sneaking off outside would probably wake the whole lot of them and the last thing he needed was a clog to his head.
Shinji reached down, touching himself slowly. It wouldn't take long. Hell, Kensei was such a deep sleeper; he'd probably just roll over and snore through it. He freed himself with a smooth movement, working his cock with easy strokes, cinnamon eyes drawing to half-lids.
Even in the leftover heat of Kensei's sleep-driven embrace, the heat from his own erection was somehow that much greater, like a fever gradually drawing through him.
He kept up his strokes, long and even, knowing himself more than anyone could. And that knowledge made it that much easier to lose himself in the act. It was good, something he'd missed from weeks of being stuck in the warehouse with the others. Shinji rolled over and felt a strong hand clap over his own, stopping him cold.
"Need some help, boss?"
Shinji jerked back, thrown sharply from the pleasure as brown eyes met darker ones. Kensei was sitting straight up, muscular hand on his much slimmer one. He drew in a shaky breath, still short from arousal, "Wh- what are you doing awake, Kensei?"
Kensei reached up with his free hand, scratching the back of his neck, a sleepy grin on his own face, "Couldn't sleep. Woke up and saw ya had a problem."
Shinji's mind raced. Kensei wasn't too bright, but he'd never figured the other would offer something like this. Hell, he wasn't even sure the thug was offering, but he knew the other well enough to think that maybe sleeping next to him wasn't such a bad idea after all.
Shinji grinned, slow and long as he turned over, cinnamon eyes searching the other's face, "Say, Kensei... Family's supposed to help each other out, right?"
Kensei paused, hand lowering from his neck as he blinked in some confusion, "Yeah, well... I always figured so, yeah. Why?"
"And the Vizored are family, right?" Shinji had always prided himself in his smile and he was certain this one was definitely one of his better ones as he leaned just a bit closer to the thug in question.
Kensei offered a hesitant smile, "I thought so. I mean with all we've been through an' a-..."
"Good," Shinji cut him off, long fingers more accustomed to a sword's hilt than anything else neatly capturing Kensei's and replacing them on his cock, "Because I have a problem that I think you know how to handle very, very well."