A Bleach Fanfic
Strange Relationship
A/N: This is my first oneshot and my first fic in about five years when I thought Draco and Hermioine holding hands was like, totally risque. Please review! it's very short.
Izuru would never quite understand his strange relationship with his taller, flaxen-haired captain.
He did not know what it was, whether it was the occasional flash of chill blue from behind a lowered eyelid, or a quick touch as Gin brushed past him that would cause shivers to run down the backs of his legs. Whether it was the physicality or the outright thrill of it… well. Either way, he enjoyed it immensely.
Izuru had been to bed with his captain before, and had not been surprised when he had awoken the next morning to find Gin missing from the bed. He was always leaving behind him certain air of mystery, and Izuru realized that he did not know all that much about the man he followed so dotingly. That merely added to his appeal, however and Izuru did not resist Gin when he would ask him back to his quarters, or invite himself to Izuru's at night.
Something about how their skin seemed to sing when it glistened with sweat, pushing and rubbing together. Gin was quite rough, but Izuru liked the fact that he did not treat him as any less of a man just because of his position. Izuru had often wondered the morning after when he had gotten all the bruises and hickies; had Gin really been that rough? But after a while Izuru got used to the fact that Gin like to mark his victims.
The way their relationship unfolded around them like billowing folds of a sheet mesmerized Izuru; its undulating, surging, and passionate disposition. Gin would sometimes leave when Izuru was still panting on the bed from his climax with his chest rapidly rising and falling, but other times he would stay and stroke Izuru's hair until the shorter man fell asleep, humming quietly to him.
He would never quite understand it, but either way he enjoyed it immensely.