Bleach Drabble (479-481)
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479.
Title: All the Rage
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: light KeigoxMizuiro, Chizuru, mentions of Ichigo, Rukia, Renji, Matsumoto, Yumichika, Ikkaku et al.
Word Count: 802
Warning/s: Vague spoilers for the chapters immediately following the SS arc.
Summary: Keigo believes there’s no justice in the world.
Dedication: for cheloya’s request on my rare charries/pairings meme. Also for esotaria, since Shini cockblocked you I thought I’d throw in your pairing anyway. XD
A/N: The prompt was “No sex on the bus!” LOL I think that whenever the word “sex” is in a prompt I’m actually less inclined to write sex into the story. So here we just have the usual silliness. XD
“OH MY GOD WHY?!” Keigo sobbed, and held his hands up in what Mizuiro could only deem as a covetous gesture.
“Why what? Or why in general, like…philosophically??”
“Why on earth!” Keigo clarified, and pointed up ahead to Kuchiki and Kurosaki sitting together on the bus, and then to Ishida and Inoue, the midget with Matsumoto, hell, even Abarai sitting casually next to Kunieda like it was the most unimpressive thing in the world for these men to be beside hot girls.
He didn’t even want to think about how Ayasegawa and Madarame had earned their strange little fanclub amongst the rest of the class’s female population.
“ARGH,” Keigo said, when rethinking his predicament made it harder to speak more clearly due to frustration and anger at the sheer injustice of it all.
“Want a drink of water or something?” Mizuiro offered, because he thought maybe something had gotten stuck in the other boy’s throat.
“No! I want to know why they got all the prime seats for this SIX HOUR BUSRIDE during our FIRST EVER HIGH SCHOOL TRIP and I get stuck with you!”
Mizuiro blinked. “No water then?”
“No!”
“It’s probably because you yell a lot.”
“What?”
“Girls don’t like guys who yell a lot. You kind of…when they’re around your voice gets really loud and you get dumb. I guess the dumb part’s part of it too, girls don’t like that either.”
Keigo looked stricken.
Mizuiro thought fast. “But it’s not like you’re ugly or anything, so at least it’s something you can fix.”
Keigo sighed. “Yeah, yeah I guess you’re right.” Pause. “Still,” he grumbled. “It’s not fair! I mean, okay, I guess I could understand Kuchiki and Kurosaki… and Ishida and Inoue kind of makes sense in a weird, weird way… “
“Alphabet?” Mizuiro offered.
Keigo ignored him. “The kid and Matsumoto-san I don’t get though!”
“That was her elbowing her way through and scaring off Hitsugaya-san’s actual seating assignment partner.”
“THEN WHAT ABOUT US?”
“Most everyone just switched around after the assignments to sit with their friends.”
“Argh.”
“Except for Abarai, who switched so he could snoop on Kuchiki and Kurosaki because he’s jealous,” Mizuiro added thoughtfully, and Keigo really didn’t care about inter-class gossip that didn’t involve him and a cute girl getting caught together somewhere.
A beat.
And then, “Well, what the hell is going on with Ayasegawa then?”
“Girls like gay guys,” Mizuiro responded, in all practicality.
Asano blinked. “What, really?”
His shorter friend nodded. “I looked into it, and the numbers seemed good. It’s why I’m bisexual.”
Stare. “I uh…I didn’t know.”
Another beat.
“So…girls really dig gay guys?”
Mizuiro nodded.
“Have you ever…”
“Once.”
Blush. “Was it…”
“Just as good.”
Pause. “What…really?”
Another nod. “Different, but sometimes you want that.”
Keigo thought he wanted some of anything right about now.
“And girls really like that…”
“They do,” Mizuiro repeated, and gestured over towards the back, where Yumichika and Ikkaku were living it up, Yumichika giving beauty tips and Ikkaku reaping the benefits of his friend’s hearty knowledge.
Keigo stared.
And then a girl giggled and leaned over, and her tits were practically lying on Yumichika’s arm and Yumichika-the bastard-looked like he barely even noticed.
The closest Keigo had gotten to a pair of tits lately had been running into his sister in the hallway and that hadn’t been the fun kind of tit contact in the slightest, especially since she always ended up punching him in the head after they crashed like that.
While Yumichika-the gay guy-had tits around him in all four cardinal directions, up close and personal like.
Keigo swallowed. And made a decision.
“Oi, Mizuiro…”
“Hmmm?”
“Kiss me right now.”
Pause. “What? Why?”
“Just do it! I can’t take this for six hours!”
“Three days,” Mizuiro corrected, because that was how long the trip as a whole was.
“THREE DAYS,” Keigo echoed, and grabbed Mizuiro by the collar of his shirt. “Do it now.”
Mizuiro shrugged mentally. “Sure.”
He kissed him.
And Keigo realized, with his lips pressed to his best friend’s and his best friend’s tongue suddenly in his mouth that wasn’t part of the deal, that Mizuiro was right.
It was different.
But it wasn’t bad exactly, or weird, like he thought it would be.
Maybe it was only because Mizuiro really knew how to work his tongue or something.
But when they pulled apart Keigo was flushed and panting and kind of uncomfortable in places that couldn’t be taken care of right now, and that was enough sensory overload to contribute to his belatedly realizing that the entire bus had gone dead silent just now.
Unfazed, Mizuiro licked his lips and then went about fixing his hair.
Everyone stared.
“I KNEW IT!!” Chizuru screamed.
Keigo buried his face in his hands.
END
480.
Title: Naked Party
Rating: PG-15
Pairing/Character/s: Iba+Yumichika, Ikkaku, Kenpachi, Yachiru
Word Count: 998
Warning/s: Spoilers for 11th division backstory, I guess.
Summary: Iba is uncomfortable with this.
Dedication: shinigamikender’s request on my rare pairing/charrie meme! I have to admit, this is one of my favorite second string pairs thanks solely to tsukishine. XD
A/N: The request was “hot springs.”
“This seems like a shitton of work for just a new year’s party,” Iba grumped, looking around nervously. He lowered his voice. “And kind of gay, too.”
Ikkaku shrugged and tossed back another beer, lounging around in his robe lazily. “Well yeah. Look who planned it.”
Iba sighed. “Yeah.”
“Better’n last year though, gotta give it to him,” Ikkaku breathed, and looked satisfied so long as there was booze. “Good job, Yumi!” he called across the room to the sparkling fifth seat.
“Of course it was a good job,” Yumichika scoffed, padding over haughtily. “I didn’t want the division new year’s party to end up like last year’s, where the entire budget was spent on alcohol and we loitered in the alley behind headquarters and threw rocks into the pond while people got drunk and stinky.”
“That wasn’t a bad party either,” Iba speculated, and quickly up-ended his own drink when Yumichika joined them. “Lots less…naked.” He surreptitiously eyed the slim expanse of Yumichika’s legs and told himself that last year definitely didn’t have any of that.
“There was naked then! Just less organized naked,” Yumichika pouted, and poked Tetsuzaemon. “Speaking of, have you been in the water yet?”
“Nope,” Iba said, and quickly looked around for more beer. “Just gonna drink some. Ain’t big on bein’ naked in groups or nothin’…”
“Well clearly you don’t see the beauty of my plan then.” Yumi crossed his arms.
Ikkaku snorted. “You jus’ wanna grope some guys under the water.”
Yumi beamed. “Ah, my best friend who knows me so well. And are you going to bathe with us this fine day? You could use it.”
“Ain’t drunk enough yet,” Ikkaku said simply, cracking open another beer. “You’n Tetsu go’n ahead. I know you been eyein’ some of those new recruits.”
“Goodie,” Yumi twittered, and promptly grabbed Iba by the belt of his robe and dragged him off. “Join us before you pass out, ne?”
Ikkaku saluted them with his beer.
Iba scrambled. “Oi…Yumichika what’re you…I don’t…”
Yumi ignored him, and Iba was forced to hop after the fifth seat to keep his robe from flying open.
“Uncomfortable!” Iba choked. “I’m uncomfortable with this!”
Yumi chuckled. “Virgins are cute.”
“Waitasecond… I ain’t a…”
Yumi threw aside the sliding doors to one of the bathing rooms without listening to Iba’s protests. A cloud of hot steam hit them both in the face. “Lovely!”
“You’re not allowed in this room, Yumichika!” a voice called out from inside, and ruined the fifth chair’s anticipatory look as he’d begun to shrug out of his own robe.
He pouted at Kenpachi’s order. “Why not, taichou? After I worked so hard to plan this for everyone.”
“You just wanted to see naked people, asshole. ‘n nobody's allowed in here… least ‘til me’n Yachiru are done.”
“I’m done Ken-chan!”
“Wash behind your ears, brat. I saw ya missed a spot.”
“Did not!! I wanna go play pingity-pong with Maki-Maki!”
“Shut up and clean your goddamned ears. Fer fuck’s sake.”
“Fine!”
Yumichika sighed and closed the door.
“So much for that?” Iba asked, and started back towards the lounge, where most of the eleventh division was reenacting last year’s party and working on getting drunk. Maybe he could find Renji and start a good old fashioned brawl or something.
“Nonsense,” Yumichika told him, undeterred. “There’s still the private rooms if all else fails.” His eyes danced.
Iba swallowed. “Urm… maybe we oughta go back’n see if Ikkaku’s drunk yet…”
“I’ve already groped him plenty,” Yumi waved, bored-sounding at the suggestion. “He doesn’t react anymore.”
“What…really?” Iba blinked, and felt his cheeks go pink at the thought of the two of them… doing stuff. “That’s uh…that’s…gross. Really um, gross,” he said.
“Mmm,” Yumi responded noncommittally, and grabbed the front of Iba’s robe again.
Tetsuzaemon noted with a gulp, that the fifth seat hadn’t even bothered putting his own robe back on properly, and watched as the shoulder Yumi had shrugged off just now hung loosely over his arm, bouncing a bit as he walked and revealing smooth, white skin all the way.
Definitely too much nakedness at this party. Iba’s face felt hot.
“T-this… um… I need beer!”
“There’s plenty of beer, I made sure of that,” Yumichika said, and turned to give him a significant look over one perfect, bare shoulder. “Now stop being such a prig, we’re supposed to be having fun! And I need to find some cute new recruits to get acquainted with!”
Iba flushed. “Then why d’ya need me?”
Yumi sparkled. “Well you’re cute too, of course!” he purred, before walking into another room. “One can never have too much eye-candy during these rare and precious opportunities.”
“Oh,” Iba said. “But I er, I don’t swing that…”
Yumi let the robe fall off of his body.
Iba stared.
The fifth chair turned to look at him. “I’m sorry, were you saying something?”
“Er… no… no I wasn’t…” Tetsuzaemon surreptitiously folded his hands over his crotch. “So… baths, huh?”
Yumi preened. “Public bathing is an arena well suited to the admiration of my whole beauty,” he told Iba matter-of-factly, and slipped into the water without further hesitation. “Now come and wash my back. I think some of the new administrative aides are in here.”
Iba took a breath. “Er, one sec,” he said, and counted backwards from 100 until he thought he had control of himself again.
That control lasted up until about two seconds after he got into the water, when Yumichika grabbed his ass.
He counted backwards from 500 in prime numbers after that, telling himself that he really, really needed a beer.
When-after four more six-packs between them-- Yumichika licked his chest, he thought that maybe that was enough beer for both of them.
When he punched out a drunk administrative aide for groping Yumichika back, he thought that maybe he was in trouble.
And that he needed more beer after all.
Lots more.
And some counseling. Maybe some counseling too.
END
481.
Title: Following the Trend
Rating: PG-15
Pairing/Character/s: KeigoxMizuiro
Word Count: 979
Warning/s: Tacked on spoilers from the following story with regards to the chapters immediately following the SS arc.
Summary: Companion drabble to #479 (All the Rage)- 3 days looking at temples and castles and Mizuiro’s ass.
Dedication: Requested by whymetoday.
A/N: Haha another KeigoxMizu sex prompt, they’re surprisingly popular. The prompt was "sex ed." XD Anyway, once again, I skirt the subject. Because I’m bad at writing pron. >>
So it turned out gay guys were popular. Just… cute gay guys.
Which was probably why Mizuiro had suddenly gone up about six billion points in the girls-who-want-gay-best-friends department over the course of the bus ride here.
While-ironically-- all they kept doing was looking at Keigo like he was a pervert for hitting on them while he was right in front of Mizuiro-“What a horrible boyfriend!”-and this wasn’t going as planned at all.
Just his goddamned luck.
Also? Also?
They’d kissed. He’d kissed his best friend, and while Mizuiro seemed fine and dandy and exactly the same Keigo felt weird. He felt really goddamned weird.
Sure he’d noticed his friend was a good looking guy before-pretty boy, the term was-but he’d never indulged in any thoughts beyond that simple fact before, no addendums of “kisses good with tongue,” or “tastes like toothpaste,” or “better looking than Tatsuki and maybe even Inoue, just lacking the boobs.”
Keigo thought that maybe there was something wrong with him, and that it had all started right after that kiss. And so he thought that maybe gay kissing passed on gay diseases or something, and he was in the middle of a gay-fever right now and that was why his mind kept noticing weird things he’d never noticed before, like the way Mizuiro’s shoulders were narrow and his wrists looked pale and delicate, how his hair was always nicely done and how small and cute he was, how he could even pass for a girl from behind maybe.
Gay.
Too gay.
And while kissing wasn’t that big a deal or anything-right? Right?-thinking that the curve of your best friend’s ass was particularly cute and perky and would look good in a skirt was definitely crossing some sort of gay-to-get-chicks line and going straight into gay-for-gay’s-sake territory.
And how did two guys even do stuff together anyway? It had to be kind of awkward and probably painful… Keigo made a face. Told himself to fight his gay-fever by reciting all the ways that gay stuff didn’t seem to work in his mind.
Unless gay life was just a bunch of blow jobs or something. That might work.
Blow jobs and video games and pervy manga and no one questioning when you say you’re sleeping over again, or you’re studying together or…
“AAAUGH!!” Keigo screamed, right in the middle of Ochi-sensei’s explanation about the historical significance of the particular bridge they were standing on, blah, blah, blah.
“Is something the matter, Asano?” she asked, dryly.
“YES!” Keigo mourned. “I think I’m sick.”
Ochi-sensei sighed. “Fine. Kojima!”
Everyone grinned, knowingly.
“Yes, sensei?” Mizuiro asked, and munched on a frozen chocolate covered banana he’d gotten from a vendor a few minutes ago.
“Take Asano back to the hotel-he actually looks like he’s gonna pass out any second now.”
“Sure,” Mizuiro agreed readily, prompting several snickers from his peers.
Keigo felt like throwing up. “Ungh,” he groaned, and dejectedly let his roommate lead him back towards the room they were sharing with Sado and Kurosaki.
“Are you really sick?” Mizuiro asked after a moment. “You want a bite of my banana? Maybe it’s heat stroke.”
“It’s definitely something sick,” Keigo murmured, and did his best not to look at Mizuiro while he ate.
“Suit yourself,” the dark-haired boy shrugged.
Keigo tried not to look at Mizuiro while he ate, but ended up looking anyway.
“Blow jobs and video games,” he muttered to himself, and thought that his friend really had nice skin for a guy.
“What?” Mizuiro asked, and eyed Keigo with just a hint of concern as they entered the hotel lobby.
Keigo sighed. “Hey, Mizuiro,” he started, and told himself it was just the fever talking.
“Hmm?”
“How exactly… do two guys do it? You know, just out of curiosity.”
Mizuiro blinked. “Well, lots of ways,” he said, and licked his banana. “What kind do you want to know?”
Keigo ran a hand through his hair, bit his bottom lip and stared at the ground so he wouldn’t stare at the banana instead. “Um…”
“You sure you don’t want a bite?” Mizuiro asked, and waved it under Asano’s nose a bit. “You keep staring at it.”
“NO!! I DON’T WANT ANY OF YOUR GODDAMNED BANANA STOP WAVING IT IN MY FACE,” Keigo shrieked, and jumped literally two feet backwards.
The hotel staff stared at him from behind the check-in desk.
“Suit yourself,” Mizuiro shrugged, and went back to munching away. “Anyway, what kind of sex do you want to know about?”
Keigo flushed slightly and increased his pace towards the elevators. “Um… the kind where you can just sit down and play video games together afterwards, I guess,” he murmured, and looked over his shoulder just to make sure no one was trying to eavesdrop.
The staff was still staring at him.
“That’s kind of a weird stipulation,” Mizuiro said, and looked thoughtful as they waited for the elevator. “I know the kind you can have while playing video games…”
Keigo slammed his head into the wall once or twice.
Mizuiro watched him.
The elevator dinged when it came, and very carefully, Kojima directed his friend inside. “I could just explain the basics to you if you wanted, then you could I guess, improvise from there.”
“Yeah, yeah, that’d be good,” Keigo breathed, and rested his head tiredly against the back wall of the lift. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand. “Have you ever…”
“Not technically,” Mizuiro said, like it was nothing.
Keigo blinked. “What, really?”
Mizuiro licked his banana again. “Just fooling around stuff.”
“Oh.” Asano didn’t know why he felt so relieved upon hearing that. “Well… okay. But you do know how…”
“Yup.”
Keigo took a deep breath, and very slowly, stood up straight again. “So…”
“So?”
“What video games did you bring?”
END
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479.
Title: All the Rage
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: light KeigoxMizuiro, Chizuru, mentions of Ichigo, Rukia, Renji, Matsumoto, Yumichika, Ikkaku et al.
Word Count: 802
Warning/s: Vague spoilers for the chapters immediately following the SS arc.
Summary: Keigo believes there’s no justice in the world.
Dedication: for cheloya’s request on my rare charries/pairings meme. Also for esotaria, since Shini cockblocked you I thought I’d throw in your pairing anyway. XD
A/N: The prompt was “No sex on the bus!” LOL I think that whenever the word “sex” is in a prompt I’m actually less inclined to write sex into the story. So here we just have the usual silliness. XD
“OH MY GOD WHY?!” Keigo sobbed, and held his hands up in what Mizuiro could only deem as a covetous gesture.
“Why what? Or why in general, like…philosophically??”
“Why on earth!” Keigo clarified, and pointed up ahead to Kuchiki and Kurosaki sitting together on the bus, and then to Ishida and Inoue, the midget with Matsumoto, hell, even Abarai sitting casually next to Kunieda like it was the most unimpressive thing in the world for these men to be beside hot girls.
He didn’t even want to think about how Ayasegawa and Madarame had earned their strange little fanclub amongst the rest of the class’s female population.
“ARGH,” Keigo said, when rethinking his predicament made it harder to speak more clearly due to frustration and anger at the sheer injustice of it all.
“Want a drink of water or something?” Mizuiro offered, because he thought maybe something had gotten stuck in the other boy’s throat.
“No! I want to know why they got all the prime seats for this SIX HOUR BUSRIDE during our FIRST EVER HIGH SCHOOL TRIP and I get stuck with you!”
Mizuiro blinked. “No water then?”
“No!”
“It’s probably because you yell a lot.”
“What?”
“Girls don’t like guys who yell a lot. You kind of…when they’re around your voice gets really loud and you get dumb. I guess the dumb part’s part of it too, girls don’t like that either.”
Keigo looked stricken.
Mizuiro thought fast. “But it’s not like you’re ugly or anything, so at least it’s something you can fix.”
Keigo sighed. “Yeah, yeah I guess you’re right.” Pause. “Still,” he grumbled. “It’s not fair! I mean, okay, I guess I could understand Kuchiki and Kurosaki… and Ishida and Inoue kind of makes sense in a weird, weird way… “
“Alphabet?” Mizuiro offered.
Keigo ignored him. “The kid and Matsumoto-san I don’t get though!”
“That was her elbowing her way through and scaring off Hitsugaya-san’s actual seating assignment partner.”
“THEN WHAT ABOUT US?”
“Most everyone just switched around after the assignments to sit with their friends.”
“Argh.”
“Except for Abarai, who switched so he could snoop on Kuchiki and Kurosaki because he’s jealous,” Mizuiro added thoughtfully, and Keigo really didn’t care about inter-class gossip that didn’t involve him and a cute girl getting caught together somewhere.
A beat.
And then, “Well, what the hell is going on with Ayasegawa then?”
“Girls like gay guys,” Mizuiro responded, in all practicality.
Asano blinked. “What, really?”
His shorter friend nodded. “I looked into it, and the numbers seemed good. It’s why I’m bisexual.”
Stare. “I uh…I didn’t know.”
Another beat.
“So…girls really dig gay guys?”
Mizuiro nodded.
“Have you ever…”
“Once.”
Blush. “Was it…”
“Just as good.”
Pause. “What…really?”
Another nod. “Different, but sometimes you want that.”
Keigo thought he wanted some of anything right about now.
“And girls really like that…”
“They do,” Mizuiro repeated, and gestured over towards the back, where Yumichika and Ikkaku were living it up, Yumichika giving beauty tips and Ikkaku reaping the benefits of his friend’s hearty knowledge.
Keigo stared.
And then a girl giggled and leaned over, and her tits were practically lying on Yumichika’s arm and Yumichika-the bastard-looked like he barely even noticed.
The closest Keigo had gotten to a pair of tits lately had been running into his sister in the hallway and that hadn’t been the fun kind of tit contact in the slightest, especially since she always ended up punching him in the head after they crashed like that.
While Yumichika-the gay guy-had tits around him in all four cardinal directions, up close and personal like.
Keigo swallowed. And made a decision.
“Oi, Mizuiro…”
“Hmmm?”
“Kiss me right now.”
Pause. “What? Why?”
“Just do it! I can’t take this for six hours!”
“Three days,” Mizuiro corrected, because that was how long the trip as a whole was.
“THREE DAYS,” Keigo echoed, and grabbed Mizuiro by the collar of his shirt. “Do it now.”
Mizuiro shrugged mentally. “Sure.”
He kissed him.
And Keigo realized, with his lips pressed to his best friend’s and his best friend’s tongue suddenly in his mouth that wasn’t part of the deal, that Mizuiro was right.
It was different.
But it wasn’t bad exactly, or weird, like he thought it would be.
Maybe it was only because Mizuiro really knew how to work his tongue or something.
But when they pulled apart Keigo was flushed and panting and kind of uncomfortable in places that couldn’t be taken care of right now, and that was enough sensory overload to contribute to his belatedly realizing that the entire bus had gone dead silent just now.
Unfazed, Mizuiro licked his lips and then went about fixing his hair.
Everyone stared.
“I KNEW IT!!” Chizuru screamed.
Keigo buried his face in his hands.
END
480.
Title: Naked Party
Rating: PG-15
Pairing/Character/s: Iba+Yumichika, Ikkaku, Kenpachi, Yachiru
Word Count: 998
Warning/s: Spoilers for 11th division backstory, I guess.
Summary: Iba is uncomfortable with this.
Dedication: shinigamikender’s request on my rare pairing/charrie meme! I have to admit, this is one of my favorite second string pairs thanks solely to tsukishine. XD
A/N: The request was “hot springs.”
“This seems like a shitton of work for just a new year’s party,” Iba grumped, looking around nervously. He lowered his voice. “And kind of gay, too.”
Ikkaku shrugged and tossed back another beer, lounging around in his robe lazily. “Well yeah. Look who planned it.”
Iba sighed. “Yeah.”
“Better’n last year though, gotta give it to him,” Ikkaku breathed, and looked satisfied so long as there was booze. “Good job, Yumi!” he called across the room to the sparkling fifth seat.
“Of course it was a good job,” Yumichika scoffed, padding over haughtily. “I didn’t want the division new year’s party to end up like last year’s, where the entire budget was spent on alcohol and we loitered in the alley behind headquarters and threw rocks into the pond while people got drunk and stinky.”
“That wasn’t a bad party either,” Iba speculated, and quickly up-ended his own drink when Yumichika joined them. “Lots less…naked.” He surreptitiously eyed the slim expanse of Yumichika’s legs and told himself that last year definitely didn’t have any of that.
“There was naked then! Just less organized naked,” Yumichika pouted, and poked Tetsuzaemon. “Speaking of, have you been in the water yet?”
“Nope,” Iba said, and quickly looked around for more beer. “Just gonna drink some. Ain’t big on bein’ naked in groups or nothin’…”
“Well clearly you don’t see the beauty of my plan then.” Yumi crossed his arms.
Ikkaku snorted. “You jus’ wanna grope some guys under the water.”
Yumi beamed. “Ah, my best friend who knows me so well. And are you going to bathe with us this fine day? You could use it.”
“Ain’t drunk enough yet,” Ikkaku said simply, cracking open another beer. “You’n Tetsu go’n ahead. I know you been eyein’ some of those new recruits.”
“Goodie,” Yumi twittered, and promptly grabbed Iba by the belt of his robe and dragged him off. “Join us before you pass out, ne?”
Ikkaku saluted them with his beer.
Iba scrambled. “Oi…Yumichika what’re you…I don’t…”
Yumi ignored him, and Iba was forced to hop after the fifth seat to keep his robe from flying open.
“Uncomfortable!” Iba choked. “I’m uncomfortable with this!”
Yumi chuckled. “Virgins are cute.”
“Waitasecond… I ain’t a…”
Yumi threw aside the sliding doors to one of the bathing rooms without listening to Iba’s protests. A cloud of hot steam hit them both in the face. “Lovely!”
“You’re not allowed in this room, Yumichika!” a voice called out from inside, and ruined the fifth chair’s anticipatory look as he’d begun to shrug out of his own robe.
He pouted at Kenpachi’s order. “Why not, taichou? After I worked so hard to plan this for everyone.”
“You just wanted to see naked people, asshole. ‘n nobody's allowed in here… least ‘til me’n Yachiru are done.”
“I’m done Ken-chan!”
“Wash behind your ears, brat. I saw ya missed a spot.”
“Did not!! I wanna go play pingity-pong with Maki-Maki!”
“Shut up and clean your goddamned ears. Fer fuck’s sake.”
“Fine!”
Yumichika sighed and closed the door.
“So much for that?” Iba asked, and started back towards the lounge, where most of the eleventh division was reenacting last year’s party and working on getting drunk. Maybe he could find Renji and start a good old fashioned brawl or something.
“Nonsense,” Yumichika told him, undeterred. “There’s still the private rooms if all else fails.” His eyes danced.
Iba swallowed. “Urm… maybe we oughta go back’n see if Ikkaku’s drunk yet…”
“I’ve already groped him plenty,” Yumi waved, bored-sounding at the suggestion. “He doesn’t react anymore.”
“What…really?” Iba blinked, and felt his cheeks go pink at the thought of the two of them… doing stuff. “That’s uh…that’s…gross. Really um, gross,” he said.
“Mmm,” Yumi responded noncommittally, and grabbed the front of Iba’s robe again.
Tetsuzaemon noted with a gulp, that the fifth seat hadn’t even bothered putting his own robe back on properly, and watched as the shoulder Yumi had shrugged off just now hung loosely over his arm, bouncing a bit as he walked and revealing smooth, white skin all the way.
Definitely too much nakedness at this party. Iba’s face felt hot.
“T-this… um… I need beer!”
“There’s plenty of beer, I made sure of that,” Yumichika said, and turned to give him a significant look over one perfect, bare shoulder. “Now stop being such a prig, we’re supposed to be having fun! And I need to find some cute new recruits to get acquainted with!”
Iba flushed. “Then why d’ya need me?”
Yumi sparkled. “Well you’re cute too, of course!” he purred, before walking into another room. “One can never have too much eye-candy during these rare and precious opportunities.”
“Oh,” Iba said. “But I er, I don’t swing that…”
Yumi let the robe fall off of his body.
Iba stared.
The fifth chair turned to look at him. “I’m sorry, were you saying something?”
“Er… no… no I wasn’t…” Tetsuzaemon surreptitiously folded his hands over his crotch. “So… baths, huh?”
Yumi preened. “Public bathing is an arena well suited to the admiration of my whole beauty,” he told Iba matter-of-factly, and slipped into the water without further hesitation. “Now come and wash my back. I think some of the new administrative aides are in here.”
Iba took a breath. “Er, one sec,” he said, and counted backwards from 100 until he thought he had control of himself again.
That control lasted up until about two seconds after he got into the water, when Yumichika grabbed his ass.
He counted backwards from 500 in prime numbers after that, telling himself that he really, really needed a beer.
When-after four more six-packs between them-- Yumichika licked his chest, he thought that maybe that was enough beer for both of them.
When he punched out a drunk administrative aide for groping Yumichika back, he thought that maybe he was in trouble.
And that he needed more beer after all.
Lots more.
And some counseling. Maybe some counseling too.
END
481.
Title: Following the Trend
Rating: PG-15
Pairing/Character/s: KeigoxMizuiro
Word Count: 979
Warning/s: Tacked on spoilers from the following story with regards to the chapters immediately following the SS arc.
Summary: Companion drabble to #479 (All the Rage)- 3 days looking at temples and castles and Mizuiro’s ass.
Dedication: Requested by whymetoday.
A/N: Haha another KeigoxMizu sex prompt, they’re surprisingly popular. The prompt was "sex ed." XD Anyway, once again, I skirt the subject. Because I’m bad at writing pron. >>
So it turned out gay guys were popular. Just… cute gay guys.
Which was probably why Mizuiro had suddenly gone up about six billion points in the girls-who-want-gay-best-friends department over the course of the bus ride here.
While-ironically-- all they kept doing was looking at Keigo like he was a pervert for hitting on them while he was right in front of Mizuiro-“What a horrible boyfriend!”-and this wasn’t going as planned at all.
Just his goddamned luck.
Also? Also?
They’d kissed. He’d kissed his best friend, and while Mizuiro seemed fine and dandy and exactly the same Keigo felt weird. He felt really goddamned weird.
Sure he’d noticed his friend was a good looking guy before-pretty boy, the term was-but he’d never indulged in any thoughts beyond that simple fact before, no addendums of “kisses good with tongue,” or “tastes like toothpaste,” or “better looking than Tatsuki and maybe even Inoue, just lacking the boobs.”
Keigo thought that maybe there was something wrong with him, and that it had all started right after that kiss. And so he thought that maybe gay kissing passed on gay diseases or something, and he was in the middle of a gay-fever right now and that was why his mind kept noticing weird things he’d never noticed before, like the way Mizuiro’s shoulders were narrow and his wrists looked pale and delicate, how his hair was always nicely done and how small and cute he was, how he could even pass for a girl from behind maybe.
Gay.
Too gay.
And while kissing wasn’t that big a deal or anything-right? Right?-thinking that the curve of your best friend’s ass was particularly cute and perky and would look good in a skirt was definitely crossing some sort of gay-to-get-chicks line and going straight into gay-for-gay’s-sake territory.
And how did two guys even do stuff together anyway? It had to be kind of awkward and probably painful… Keigo made a face. Told himself to fight his gay-fever by reciting all the ways that gay stuff didn’t seem to work in his mind.
Unless gay life was just a bunch of blow jobs or something. That might work.
Blow jobs and video games and pervy manga and no one questioning when you say you’re sleeping over again, or you’re studying together or…
“AAAUGH!!” Keigo screamed, right in the middle of Ochi-sensei’s explanation about the historical significance of the particular bridge they were standing on, blah, blah, blah.
“Is something the matter, Asano?” she asked, dryly.
“YES!” Keigo mourned. “I think I’m sick.”
Ochi-sensei sighed. “Fine. Kojima!”
Everyone grinned, knowingly.
“Yes, sensei?” Mizuiro asked, and munched on a frozen chocolate covered banana he’d gotten from a vendor a few minutes ago.
“Take Asano back to the hotel-he actually looks like he’s gonna pass out any second now.”
“Sure,” Mizuiro agreed readily, prompting several snickers from his peers.
Keigo felt like throwing up. “Ungh,” he groaned, and dejectedly let his roommate lead him back towards the room they were sharing with Sado and Kurosaki.
“Are you really sick?” Mizuiro asked after a moment. “You want a bite of my banana? Maybe it’s heat stroke.”
“It’s definitely something sick,” Keigo murmured, and did his best not to look at Mizuiro while he ate.
“Suit yourself,” the dark-haired boy shrugged.
Keigo tried not to look at Mizuiro while he ate, but ended up looking anyway.
“Blow jobs and video games,” he muttered to himself, and thought that his friend really had nice skin for a guy.
“What?” Mizuiro asked, and eyed Keigo with just a hint of concern as they entered the hotel lobby.
Keigo sighed. “Hey, Mizuiro,” he started, and told himself it was just the fever talking.
“Hmm?”
“How exactly… do two guys do it? You know, just out of curiosity.”
Mizuiro blinked. “Well, lots of ways,” he said, and licked his banana. “What kind do you want to know?”
Keigo ran a hand through his hair, bit his bottom lip and stared at the ground so he wouldn’t stare at the banana instead. “Um…”
“You sure you don’t want a bite?” Mizuiro asked, and waved it under Asano’s nose a bit. “You keep staring at it.”
“NO!! I DON’T WANT ANY OF YOUR GODDAMNED BANANA STOP WAVING IT IN MY FACE,” Keigo shrieked, and jumped literally two feet backwards.
The hotel staff stared at him from behind the check-in desk.
“Suit yourself,” Mizuiro shrugged, and went back to munching away. “Anyway, what kind of sex do you want to know about?”
Keigo flushed slightly and increased his pace towards the elevators. “Um… the kind where you can just sit down and play video games together afterwards, I guess,” he murmured, and looked over his shoulder just to make sure no one was trying to eavesdrop.
The staff was still staring at him.
“That’s kind of a weird stipulation,” Mizuiro said, and looked thoughtful as they waited for the elevator. “I know the kind you can have while playing video games…”
Keigo slammed his head into the wall once or twice.
Mizuiro watched him.
The elevator dinged when it came, and very carefully, Kojima directed his friend inside. “I could just explain the basics to you if you wanted, then you could I guess, improvise from there.”
“Yeah, yeah, that’d be good,” Keigo breathed, and rested his head tiredly against the back wall of the lift. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand. “Have you ever…”
“Not technically,” Mizuiro said, like it was nothing.
Keigo blinked. “What, really?”
Mizuiro licked his banana again. “Just fooling around stuff.”
“Oh.” Asano didn’t know why he felt so relieved upon hearing that. “Well… okay. But you do know how…”
“Yup.”
Keigo took a deep breath, and very slowly, stood up straight again. “So…”
“So?”
“What video games did you bring?”
END
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