One Night Star
One Night Star
Warning: Smut
(Shuuhei/Kira)
Shuuhei believed Kira to be decent, proper and sweet-tempered, somewhat meek even. So seeing him lip-locked in a kiss with Yumichika was like a bucket of water for him.
It had started out as a simple outing, right after the vice-captain's meeting. No one had any other duties to attend to, so why not go out drinking? Besides it was good to keep the communication between them open, even if just for the sake of their captains. Ikkaku and Yumichika joined of course, no way they were gonna let Yachiru close to any drop of alcohol.
The sake started moving and pouring and soon they were all singing and dancing and laughing with and at each other. Shuuhei didn't know anymore when everything started go sexual. Maybe it was after that rauchy song between Renji and Iba, or maybe when Matsumoto started leaning forward more and showing her generous cleavage, but what he did know was that at some point some heavy flirting started up, and at some point someone had begun making out with someone, and at some point, Yumichika had crawled forward and claimed Kira's lips with his own.
Shuuhei thought 'Surely Kira will push him away any second now. He's not like that, he's a proper schoolboy.' But then Kira started kissing back, snaking a hand to the back of Yumichika's neck to pull him closer. Tongues clashed and twined and all Hisagi could do was stare. If he'd been able to talk, his words would've come out as something similar to "What the fuck!?!?! If I knew kissing Kira was so easy I would've done it already!!!"
His thoughts were interrupted when Ikkaku came closer to the kissing pair, gently pushing the blonde away so he could kiss Yumichika instead.
Kira sat back with a slightly disappointed look, but then he looked at Shuuhei for a second and smiled. But it was different smile than the one he usually offered, this one was sultry and beckoning, and Shuuhei couldn't help but be drawn by it.
Suddenly, Renji sat between them, bringing with him more sake bottles and cups. He offered Kira some and the blonde didn't say no, he drank straight from the bottle. Just as Renji began to talk animatedly with someone else, Iba came around, sitting next to Kira and beginning a conversation. At first it looked pretty innocent, but then Hisagi noticed the way Kira leaned against him, almost sitting on his lap. And Iba's hand? Right on Kira's hip, occasionally brushing along Kira's neck or the hem of his shihakusho.
"Another round of sake!!" Someone announced and everyone cheered, taking long gulps of the alcoholic drink. Kira's cheeks suddenly dusted pink, but his movements remained controlled and steady, as opposed to Iba's hands, wandering a bit clumsily along Kira's back and hips, eventually reaching to the soft curve of Kira's firm ass.
Seething, Shuuhei angrily sipped his drink to continue watching. Renji joins Iba and whispered something close to Kira's ear, making the blond shiver and laugh softly. He got up and straddled Iba, a leg on either side and sensually ran his hands down the older man's chest, his slim hips rhythmically moving and gently brushing against Iba's crotch and groin. A lap dance.
Growling softly, Shuuhei stood and stomped over, roughly grabbing Kira's arm to yank him away from Iba. "Let's go, you're drunk."
"So are you." Kira accuses with a soft laugh.
Shuuhei still pulls Kira along and out the bar. "What's wrong?" Kira asked once the night air cooled his head a little, but Shuuhei didn't respond, instead he continued to walk towards the barracks, either the 9th's or the 3rd's, whichever comes first. Soon, he had to stop, the alcohol going up to his head and making him dizzy.
He swayed and lithe arms soon wrapped themselves around him. Kira's arms, he notes dully. "Shuu you're drunk." Kira repeats softly, handling Hisagi around to lean him against a wall. His intentions aren't too innocent as Shuuhei soon notices how close Izuru's body is to his own, warmth making him more dizzy.
Suddenly he feels a hand cupping his balls through his hakama, nimble fingers gently coercing him into moaning softly. "You're so hard, Shuu...." Izuru's soft voice mentions, almost pervertedly. He's been hard since he saw Izuru and Yumichika make out at the bar, over the table, like there's no one else around them.
Shuuhei cupped Izuru's face clumsily and managed to press a kiss to his lips, soon deepening it and making a tongue clash out of it. Izuru's hands move up and down his arms, gripping his bicep muscles, and pressing his hips to Shuuhei's arousal.
Shuuhei's wouldn't remember in the morning how they got to his apartment. Uniforms are shed, sandals are kicked and two bodies land with a soft thud to Hisagi's futon.
Izuru's eyes were glazed over with desire and arousal, and he didn't complain when Shuuhei grabbed his hair to make him lean up to kiss. He did the same even, wrapping his legs around Shuuhei's hips and humping against him the best he could. Shuuhei suddenly turned him around, pressing him against the futon to part his cheeks and penetrate him in one swift thrust.
Kira's voice was still sweet as he cried out, feeling his insides be violently raped. But you can't rape the willing. He cried and moaned and whimpered to Shuuhei to give him more, fuck him more, hurt him more, thrust into him more. And Shuuhei is happy to comply, letting his hand roam along the expanse of Kira's body, caress his soft skin, tease his erect nipples and touch him in ways he hopes he's the only one to ever do so.
Izuru trembles and his toes go numb when a sudden scream of pleasure indicates that his blonde lover has reached orgasm. And if that doesn't reach him, there's the tightening of Izuru's warm insides, almost forcing Shuuhei into his own orgasm. Shuuhei cried out and kept thrusting slowly until he finally collapsed on top of Izuru's warm body.
The morning after Shuuhei was greeted with a cold bed and rumpled sheets. Izuru was gone it seemed, either in shame or because of work, it was pretty late anyway.
Shuuhei himself got out of bed rather quickly. Fumbling with both his toothbrush, hairbrush and a toasted slice of bread. Maybe if he talked to Izuru....would he hate him? Never want to talk to him again? Give in to at least having a sexual relationship? The options were many, and most of them were not exactly what Shuuhei would prefer.
Or maybe he had been used? Kira had obviously no qualms about kissing a man and then kissing another. Kira could very well be just like any other shinigami in Soul Society that was satisfied with a one-night stand, or many-night stand if the partner in question was a particularly good fuck.
Shuuhei sighed. Either way, he should be happy that Izuru had chosen him that night at least.
"H-hisagi-san..."
"Oh, Kira."
The blonde was right there on Hisagi's doorstep, holding a brown bag in his arms, an aroma of freshly baked goods surrounding him.
"Umm, are you leaving for work?"
"Yeah, but I have time, is there anything you need?"
"Well....I thought you would sleep more so I went to get breakfast for both.....but we don't have to if you don't want...."
"Wait, you went to get breakfast while I slept?"
Kira nodded. "I didn't want to wake you up. Did I....do wrong?"
Shuuhei shook his head, laughing softly.
"Sorry, Kira...I just thought--"
"That you'd only be one-night stand? I did think about it but....I like you too much." Izuru smiled. Shuuhei grinned back.
END
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Warning: Smut
(Shuuhei/Kira)
Shuuhei believed Kira to be decent, proper and sweet-tempered, somewhat meek even. So seeing him lip-locked in a kiss with Yumichika was like a bucket of water for him.
It had started out as a simple outing, right after the vice-captain's meeting. No one had any other duties to attend to, so why not go out drinking? Besides it was good to keep the communication between them open, even if just for the sake of their captains. Ikkaku and Yumichika joined of course, no way they were gonna let Yachiru close to any drop of alcohol.
The sake started moving and pouring and soon they were all singing and dancing and laughing with and at each other. Shuuhei didn't know anymore when everything started go sexual. Maybe it was after that rauchy song between Renji and Iba, or maybe when Matsumoto started leaning forward more and showing her generous cleavage, but what he did know was that at some point some heavy flirting started up, and at some point someone had begun making out with someone, and at some point, Yumichika had crawled forward and claimed Kira's lips with his own.
Shuuhei thought 'Surely Kira will push him away any second now. He's not like that, he's a proper schoolboy.' But then Kira started kissing back, snaking a hand to the back of Yumichika's neck to pull him closer. Tongues clashed and twined and all Hisagi could do was stare. If he'd been able to talk, his words would've come out as something similar to "What the fuck!?!?! If I knew kissing Kira was so easy I would've done it already!!!"
His thoughts were interrupted when Ikkaku came closer to the kissing pair, gently pushing the blonde away so he could kiss Yumichika instead.
Kira sat back with a slightly disappointed look, but then he looked at Shuuhei for a second and smiled. But it was different smile than the one he usually offered, this one was sultry and beckoning, and Shuuhei couldn't help but be drawn by it.
Suddenly, Renji sat between them, bringing with him more sake bottles and cups. He offered Kira some and the blonde didn't say no, he drank straight from the bottle. Just as Renji began to talk animatedly with someone else, Iba came around, sitting next to Kira and beginning a conversation. At first it looked pretty innocent, but then Hisagi noticed the way Kira leaned against him, almost sitting on his lap. And Iba's hand? Right on Kira's hip, occasionally brushing along Kira's neck or the hem of his shihakusho.
"Another round of sake!!" Someone announced and everyone cheered, taking long gulps of the alcoholic drink. Kira's cheeks suddenly dusted pink, but his movements remained controlled and steady, as opposed to Iba's hands, wandering a bit clumsily along Kira's back and hips, eventually reaching to the soft curve of Kira's firm ass.
Seething, Shuuhei angrily sipped his drink to continue watching. Renji joins Iba and whispered something close to Kira's ear, making the blond shiver and laugh softly. He got up and straddled Iba, a leg on either side and sensually ran his hands down the older man's chest, his slim hips rhythmically moving and gently brushing against Iba's crotch and groin. A lap dance.
Growling softly, Shuuhei stood and stomped over, roughly grabbing Kira's arm to yank him away from Iba. "Let's go, you're drunk."
"So are you." Kira accuses with a soft laugh.
Shuuhei still pulls Kira along and out the bar. "What's wrong?" Kira asked once the night air cooled his head a little, but Shuuhei didn't respond, instead he continued to walk towards the barracks, either the 9th's or the 3rd's, whichever comes first. Soon, he had to stop, the alcohol going up to his head and making him dizzy.
He swayed and lithe arms soon wrapped themselves around him. Kira's arms, he notes dully. "Shuu you're drunk." Kira repeats softly, handling Hisagi around to lean him against a wall. His intentions aren't too innocent as Shuuhei soon notices how close Izuru's body is to his own, warmth making him more dizzy.
Suddenly he feels a hand cupping his balls through his hakama, nimble fingers gently coercing him into moaning softly. "You're so hard, Shuu...." Izuru's soft voice mentions, almost pervertedly. He's been hard since he saw Izuru and Yumichika make out at the bar, over the table, like there's no one else around them.
Shuuhei cupped Izuru's face clumsily and managed to press a kiss to his lips, soon deepening it and making a tongue clash out of it. Izuru's hands move up and down his arms, gripping his bicep muscles, and pressing his hips to Shuuhei's arousal.
Shuuhei's wouldn't remember in the morning how they got to his apartment. Uniforms are shed, sandals are kicked and two bodies land with a soft thud to Hisagi's futon.
Izuru's eyes were glazed over with desire and arousal, and he didn't complain when Shuuhei grabbed his hair to make him lean up to kiss. He did the same even, wrapping his legs around Shuuhei's hips and humping against him the best he could. Shuuhei suddenly turned him around, pressing him against the futon to part his cheeks and penetrate him in one swift thrust.
Kira's voice was still sweet as he cried out, feeling his insides be violently raped. But you can't rape the willing. He cried and moaned and whimpered to Shuuhei to give him more, fuck him more, hurt him more, thrust into him more. And Shuuhei is happy to comply, letting his hand roam along the expanse of Kira's body, caress his soft skin, tease his erect nipples and touch him in ways he hopes he's the only one to ever do so.
Izuru trembles and his toes go numb when a sudden scream of pleasure indicates that his blonde lover has reached orgasm. And if that doesn't reach him, there's the tightening of Izuru's warm insides, almost forcing Shuuhei into his own orgasm. Shuuhei cried out and kept thrusting slowly until he finally collapsed on top of Izuru's warm body.
The morning after Shuuhei was greeted with a cold bed and rumpled sheets. Izuru was gone it seemed, either in shame or because of work, it was pretty late anyway.
Shuuhei himself got out of bed rather quickly. Fumbling with both his toothbrush, hairbrush and a toasted slice of bread. Maybe if he talked to Izuru....would he hate him? Never want to talk to him again? Give in to at least having a sexual relationship? The options were many, and most of them were not exactly what Shuuhei would prefer.
Or maybe he had been used? Kira had obviously no qualms about kissing a man and then kissing another. Kira could very well be just like any other shinigami in Soul Society that was satisfied with a one-night stand, or many-night stand if the partner in question was a particularly good fuck.
Shuuhei sighed. Either way, he should be happy that Izuru had chosen him that night at least.
"H-hisagi-san..."
"Oh, Kira."
The blonde was right there on Hisagi's doorstep, holding a brown bag in his arms, an aroma of freshly baked goods surrounding him.
"Umm, are you leaving for work?"
"Yeah, but I have time, is there anything you need?"
"Well....I thought you would sleep more so I went to get breakfast for both.....but we don't have to if you don't want...."
"Wait, you went to get breakfast while I slept?"
Kira nodded. "I didn't want to wake you up. Did I....do wrong?"
Shuuhei shook his head, laughing softly.
"Sorry, Kira...I just thought--"
"That you'd only be one-night stand? I did think about it but....I like you too much." Izuru smiled. Shuuhei grinned back.
END
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