ficlet today
Honestly, I think the quality of today's fic would have been better if I had stopped much earlier than I did. I wrote it on and off during AnimeFest.
Oh, I had so much fun there. I was busy as heck, though, working security and I hardly ate, slept, or bathed all weekend. I worked a lot of hours (and even signed in for a few of them) and saw lots of people.
I have to give in and admit, though. I have a weakness. I have a huge, huge weakness. I am extremely attracted to guys with long hair. According to my ex-boyfriend, though, it's not as bad as I feel about it, because boys don't really mind if you molest them in your sleep. In my defense, I was really cold.
Title: “Don't Leave”
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Tousen/Shuuhei
Rating: R
Warning: mansex
Word Count: 440
Time: 5 hours or so
Disclaimer: Bleach not mine.
“I want the truth.”
Aizen, who had always been coming by the division of late, dead. Ichimaru, who had often come by with him, accused of murder. His kohai imprisoned. Kuchiki to be executed. The ryoka.
Shuuhei was a warrior, not a philosopher, but he wasn’t stupid. Maybe if he understood morality like he admired so much in his captain, he would understand what was going on now.
“I’m sorry, taichou. I have no right to demand anything of you.” Shuuhei regretted ever asking, no matter how much he wanted to know. He found himself on one knee, head bowed, waiting for a reprimand.
Shuuhei looked shocked, though he didn’t look up, as Tousen settled down on the tatami next to him. Tousen reached over and tilted his chin up so they were eye-to-eye, pointless though the gesture was.
“The path to justice is sometimes dark.”
Shuuhei gave one last try. “I don’t want you to protect me.”
“You can’t always protect me either.” Still holding Shuuhei in place, Tousen leaned forward to kiss him lightly. “You’re going to hate me.”
Shuuhei really wished he was a girl, rather than a manly man, and could throw himself into his captain’s arms and beg him to stay with him forever. “Taichou…”
Tousen reached across his shoulders and gently pulled Shuuhei back into his lap. He leaned back on the floor on his office, rested his head on his vice-captain’s shoulder, and put his arms around his waist lightly.
“Please don’t leave me,” Shuuhei whispered, so quietly not even Tousen would have heard if he had been further away.
“I won’t leave you tonight.” Tousen wouldn’t, couldn’t promise more.
Shuuhei turned to kiss Tousen deeply, feeling the texture of his chapped lips. His captain ran his hands over the tattoos on his face, tracing the designs.
Their clothes had slipped off by the time Shuuhei flipped them over; he wanted his captain’s weight pressing him down, an assurance he was still there.
Each time they did this, Shuuhei was just as surprised and honored that his captain had chosen to be with him as the first time it happened. He moaned softly as Tousen rocked inside him, allowing the tears to form in his eyes that he, as a manly Shinigami, would never shed.
Shuuhei fell asleep holding Tousen as tightly as he could, trying to keep him with him. Tousen left in the morning, whispering, “You’re going to hate me.”
Even months later, Shuuhei would wake from dream to nightmare and think of Tousen’s last words to him and whisper “It’s not true. It’s not true.” over and over to himself.
Oh, I had so much fun there. I was busy as heck, though, working security and I hardly ate, slept, or bathed all weekend. I worked a lot of hours (and even signed in for a few of them) and saw lots of people.
I have to give in and admit, though. I have a weakness. I have a huge, huge weakness. I am extremely attracted to guys with long hair. According to my ex-boyfriend, though, it's not as bad as I feel about it, because boys don't really mind if you molest them in your sleep. In my defense, I was really cold.
Title: “Don't Leave”
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Tousen/Shuuhei
Rating: R
Warning: mansex
Word Count: 440
Time: 5 hours or so
Disclaimer: Bleach not mine.
“I want the truth.”
Aizen, who had always been coming by the division of late, dead. Ichimaru, who had often come by with him, accused of murder. His kohai imprisoned. Kuchiki to be executed. The ryoka.
Shuuhei was a warrior, not a philosopher, but he wasn’t stupid. Maybe if he understood morality like he admired so much in his captain, he would understand what was going on now.
“I’m sorry, taichou. I have no right to demand anything of you.” Shuuhei regretted ever asking, no matter how much he wanted to know. He found himself on one knee, head bowed, waiting for a reprimand.
Shuuhei looked shocked, though he didn’t look up, as Tousen settled down on the tatami next to him. Tousen reached over and tilted his chin up so they were eye-to-eye, pointless though the gesture was.
“The path to justice is sometimes dark.”
Shuuhei gave one last try. “I don’t want you to protect me.”
“You can’t always protect me either.” Still holding Shuuhei in place, Tousen leaned forward to kiss him lightly. “You’re going to hate me.”
Shuuhei really wished he was a girl, rather than a manly man, and could throw himself into his captain’s arms and beg him to stay with him forever. “Taichou…”
Tousen reached across his shoulders and gently pulled Shuuhei back into his lap. He leaned back on the floor on his office, rested his head on his vice-captain’s shoulder, and put his arms around his waist lightly.
“Please don’t leave me,” Shuuhei whispered, so quietly not even Tousen would have heard if he had been further away.
“I won’t leave you tonight.” Tousen wouldn’t, couldn’t promise more.
Shuuhei turned to kiss Tousen deeply, feeling the texture of his chapped lips. His captain ran his hands over the tattoos on his face, tracing the designs.
Their clothes had slipped off by the time Shuuhei flipped them over; he wanted his captain’s weight pressing him down, an assurance he was still there.
Each time they did this, Shuuhei was just as surprised and honored that his captain had chosen to be with him as the first time it happened. He moaned softly as Tousen rocked inside him, allowing the tears to form in his eyes that he, as a manly Shinigami, would never shed.
Shuuhei fell asleep holding Tousen as tightly as he could, trying to keep him with him. Tousen left in the morning, whispering, “You’re going to hate me.”
Even months later, Shuuhei would wake from dream to nightmare and think of Tousen’s last words to him and whisper “It’s not true. It’s not true.” over and over to himself.