DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BLEACH. I'M JUST A GIRL WHO PLAYS GOD IN THEIR UNIVERSE.
here comes ginkira smut. don't like it, comments are welcome.
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Chapter 4
Izuru was determined to get Shuuhei back. Yet he was reluctant, fearful of rejection. Their breakup was hard enough on them both; he did not want any more of that. However his determination was for naught when he found out that Shuuhei was seeing someone else.
He bumped into his ex-lover and his new flame at the bookstore, he was buying something special for Shuuhei, hoping this was going to be the first step toward their reconciliation. He was pleasantly surprised at first, not expecting the other to be there. However, this turned into a deep ache when Ichigo was introduced. Though the blond was able to hold his emotions, deep inside he was wreck, seeing his ex-lover happy in someone else's embrace.
After the meeting, he idly wandered, never minding the buzz of the people surrounding him. He never really was aware when his feet took him to an all too familiar building; climbed an all too familiar flight of stairs. He trod an all too familiar dimly lit hallway until he reached an all too familiar door. He dazedly knocked on the all too familiar door… one… two… three…
The door was opened by a silver-haired man, wearing an eerie grin which seemed to denote a certain sadistic amusement. He was tall, skinny for his height. He was wearing an oversized gray sweatshirt and a faded pair of blue jeans. He was barefoot.
Izuru went in without being invited, still wearing a dazed expression on his face. The door closed behind him. He never really was aware when he assaulted the man with desperate kisses, tearing at his clothes, touching everywhere he could reach. Clearly, an all too familiar dance had begun.
Moans and whimpers now punctuated the darkened room, along with the slapping of skin on skin.
"Yer still so freakin' tight Izuru, so freakin' tight." The man panted at the blond man's neck, all the while thrusting himself into oblivion.
Only a delicious moan answered the man's ministrations. Izuru bucked his hips at each thrust, hands clutching the sheets so tightly his knuckles had gone white. A hand had made its way to his cock and pumped him in time with the other's thrusts. Not being able to take the dual stimulation, he came. The silver haired man came soon after, managing a few more thrusts to prolong the pleasure.
Moments later, smoke adorned the room.
Beautiful tapered fingers held a cigarette in between them, which promptly brought the said cigarette to a pair of kiss swollen lips. Said lips puffed out a certain amount of smoke again, adding to the ones already dissipated.
"Ya never pay me a visit, unless you're upset. What's wrong this time?" the silver-haired man asked, while lighting up a cigarette himself.
"Shut up Gin."
"So your Shuu's got a new boyfriend?"
"Shut up."
"I guess mah dear Izuru-chan's upset 'cause Shuuhei's got a new plaything ain't it?"
"I said shut up!" a resounding slap touched Gin's pale skin. Yet he never lost that eerie grin of his. He just went on taunting the blond man.
"So 's true then. Is 'e prettier than my Izuru-chan? Is 'e better'n bed?" Izuru looked at the man with disdain. He then locked himself inside the bathroom and then wept bitter tears. He wanted Shuuhei back, but his reluctance cost him. Now, he was paying for it.
For the life of him though, Izuru could not figure out why he always came to Gin, the man was such a bastard. Try as he might, he could not stay away from the man, probably because only he could provide the catharsis he so badly needed. Outside, Gin's soft cackle could be heard. Torturing the already fragile blond was his most favorite pastime.
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a/n: mea culpa. i really do not know how to write gin's accent. everytime i try, it comes out as straight english... and i also cannot imagine kira not being 'fragile'. must be his eyes...
well, a little history behind this fanfic... there was this fanart of kira's leaning on the wall with his butt in the air... really, my nose bled when i saw it. it was just so steamy, it was like he was trying to seduce someone (or shuuhei). honestly i did not have the idea for the fanfic a few days later, it was in fact planned to be just a oneshot... but it was just smut and not much interaction, not much plot. and oh, the kira fan art can be found at letmyself-go.. i love the artist. she/he just does the most wonderful bleach art ever.
before i forget, thank you much for the reviews, i really appreciate it. cheers.