[fic] Bleach crack #1
T: Bleach crack #1
P: Yoomin (because goddammit the world needs more)
R: PG-13
A/N: I don't even know... Just. Move right along. I'm not sure if I'll be able to continue this, but akagasuki told me I should and I do pretty much whatever she asks.
Yoochun had recently been promoted to the position of captain. It was unexpected, not even his best friend, Jaejoong had expected it. The celebration had gone into the early hours of the morning and before he knew it, he was being helped by two people from his division back to his quarters. The girl left immediately, but the new third seat, Shim Changmin, decided to stay. He helped him out of his clothes and into something more comfortable.
"Can I help you with anything else, Captain," he asked, his hand still firmly placed on Yoochun's chest.
Yoochun shook his head, "No. I think that's--" He stopped suddenly as he felt Changmin's hand slide inside his robes.
"Shim," the captain started with as much authority he could muster, unable to control his raging, hard cock. (He was happy to know that he was indeed a grower, after many people in the academy had made fun of his tiny member.)
"I think I can." Changmin smirked, "Bankai, baby." The eighth division was never the same.
P: Yoomin (because goddammit the world needs more)
R: PG-13
A/N: I don't even know... Just. Move right along. I'm not sure if I'll be able to continue this, but akagasuki told me I should and I do pretty much whatever she asks.
Yoochun had recently been promoted to the position of captain. It was unexpected, not even his best friend, Jaejoong had expected it. The celebration had gone into the early hours of the morning and before he knew it, he was being helped by two people from his division back to his quarters. The girl left immediately, but the new third seat, Shim Changmin, decided to stay. He helped him out of his clothes and into something more comfortable.
"Can I help you with anything else, Captain," he asked, his hand still firmly placed on Yoochun's chest.
Yoochun shook his head, "No. I think that's--" He stopped suddenly as he felt Changmin's hand slide inside his robes.
"Shim," the captain started with as much authority he could muster, unable to control his raging, hard cock. (He was happy to know that he was indeed a grower, after many people in the academy had made fun of his tiny member.)
"I think I can." Changmin smirked, "Bankai, baby." The eighth division was never the same.