Accidents

Chapter 7

By MasterAkira

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, the character, or a washing machine, and I am making no money off of this.

Warnings: Yaoi sex and a washing machine. Nothing particularly kinky in this one. Mentions of het.

Note: "Nanaseki" is Hanataro's rank, btw. What's strange about this is that Hitsugaya is the seme in this, even though he's still 20 centimeters shorter than Hanataro. Go figure. I just thought it was an amusing mental image…After chapter 359 I think Toshiro is even more amazing!

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"Oi! Watch out!" Hitsugaya hated parties. The only reason he was here was because Matsumoto was having the party at Orihime's house. People kept bumping into him. Finally, he stood, wanting something to drink—anything to make this less painful. He was just about to pour himself a drink when Renji jeered much louder than necessary at Hanataro. He turned to yell at the uncouth redhead when he found himself with an armful of black hair, dark clothing, and sake. And none of it landed in his mouth. Damn. He felt his mouth water.

Renji had pushed Hanataro and Hitsugaya had been lucky enough to catch him—and the glass he had been holding. "Hitsugaya-taichou! I am so sorry! Please forgive me! Oh no, I got it all over you! I'm-"

"Quiet." The white haired shinigami cut him off, tugging on him until he was back on his feet. Both of them were covered in dark liquid, it was on their shirts and pants. Hitsugaya felt the warm drink soaking into his underwear and skin. He felt incredibly uncomfortable.

"Taichou." Big blue eyes stared up at him. He was angry, but that face…

"Come on, we've got to wash up." He dragged the slightly taller male into the wash room—where Orihime kept her washer and drier. It was a small walk-in closet off the bathroom. He closed the door and turned to the healer.

"Oh, I'm so sorry; I'm clumsy Hitsugaya-taichou." He reached for a rag and started dabbing at the captain.

The white haired shinigami grabbed his wrist and stopped him. "You're just making it worse. We got to wash them immediately." He started by taking off his shirt and pants, much to Hanataro's shock. "Take off your wet clothes. I'm going to put them in the machine."

Hanataro nodded and stripped down to his boxers, handing his damp garments to the captain who already had started the washing machine. The clothes were added, with soap and soon the two, Hanataro and Hitsugaya—both in towels, their briefs were wet too— lapsed into an awkward silence. The fourth division member was sitting on the washing machine and the captain was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his bare chest. The healer was shocked by how muscular the small man was. "Taichou?"

"Yes?" He was glaring, but his gazed softened when he saw the cowed Hanataro. He took a deep breath. "Hanataro-nanaseki?"

"I'm sorry Taichou. I didn't mean to. Abarai-fukutaichou knocked into me-" he looked so pathetic.

"I am aware of that, Hanataro-nanaseki. Do not concern yourself." Silence fell over them once again. Hitsugaya relaxed against the wall and just watched the other shinigami. He noticed the washing machine picking up speed, shaking harder and harder, and Hanataro was starting to look uncomfortable. "Are you feeling well?"

"Of course I am." An adorable blush spread across his face. "It's just…" his eyes closed as his voice trailed off. Then the captain noticed it.

"Oh, I uh…understand." A pink blush spread across his nose, and he averted his icy eyes. Just because he looked like a kid didn't mean he didn't recognize the signs of that. He had hormones too. "Is it the…washing machine?"

Hanataro nodded. "Ye-yeah." He braced his hands at his sides, making the bulge even more obvious, and hoisted himself down. His sweaty palms slipped, and he found himself once more tumbling into Hitsugaya. The captain was trapped between the wall, the buzzing human washing contraption, and a very, very hard healer. Hanataro groaned, opening his eyes to see he was incumbent on the young captain. "Taichou-" Big blue eyes stared deeply into cyan ones.

"Hanataro-nanaseki, I think maybe-" he was cut off as Hanataro leaned forward and covered slim lips with his own. A muffled protest quickly faded as those lips started moving against his. His hands clenched and unclenched, grasping at air until they settled lightly on the healer's slim waist.

Hanataro pulled back, his sad eyes closely watching dilated black pupils. "Taichou, can I kiss you again?" His hands moved away from where they had landed on Hitsugaya's torso and he wrung them together.

"Yes." His moan was breathier than he would have liked, but it wasn't everyday that something as cute as Hanataro fell into his lap.

"Good, because I want to." The healer gave him a small smile before bringing their lips together once more, gently and sweetly, initiating a breath-taking kiss. He moved so Hitsugaya was more comfortably settled against the wall and he was straddling the captain. There wasn't much room but the closeness made everything better, more intense. He whimpered into the kiss when small hands came and tangled in his soft hair.

"Hanataro-nanaseki, are you sure?" Hitsugaya's voice sounded lower and gravelly. He opened his eyes, which had closed during the kiss, and when Hanataro nodded his hips bucked up in anticipation. The healer felt his excitement poking him in the ass.

"Yes Hitsugaya-taichou. I want…to." He bucked forward, rubbing his butt over the hardness. He felt his own penis becoming impossibly harder. He let out a groan of pleasure and let his head fall to the side.

Hitsugaya could not resist the temptation of the proffered neck. The creamy expanse was too much. His tongue darted out, tracing the indent of a protruding collarbone. He felt the other male shiver in his lap and his teeth found the bone, biting down and sucking the skin into his mouth, trying to make a mark. The sounds coming from above him only encouraged him and he moved to do the same to the other side. His hands traced to edge of the towel, one tugging on it until it came away. He pulled back and just looked at soon-to-be lover. "You are beautiful." His uniform had hidden muscles and panes of smooth, perfect skin. Calloused hands traced all the lines of his willowy frame.

"No, Taichou, I just am. I am a fighter too." He blushed again, the pink spreading down to his chest, making his pinkish-brown nipples stand out even more.

"Yes." A small smile graced his lips as he engulfed one of the harden nubs with his mouth. He sucked on his, his teeth just grazing it, and Hanataro writhed uncontrollably on top of him.

"Oh gods, Taichou! More…ahhh….please." It was getting to be too much and he feared me might come without any more stimulation. What he really wanted was for the towel to come off the younger shinigami so they could fully press together.

After paying the same wicked attention to the other nipple Hitsugaya kissed the healer again, pressing his forehead to the other's as they broke apart. "Can I…?" A blush spread across his face.

"Yes, oh yes." His drooping eyes closed and he jerked his hips forward. He felt like he was going to explode with the lightest touch. Then, before he knew it, the towel separating them was pulled away and a cold hand grabbed both of their erections and stroked them together. The feel of the hand and the throbbing cock against his made him throw back his head and scream around the fist he had shoved into his mouth as he came. The captain wasn't far behind him and he felt a new wave of warmth spread over his groin.

"You came." Hitsugaya sounded surprised.

"As did you." The seventh seat smiled and sucked in a deep breath when he saw the captain was still hard. He felt a stirring in himself in response. "Are you going to take me?"

"Do you want me to?" Hitsugaya's eyebrows furrowed, not trusting the other. Most thought he was too small or delicate to be seme.

"Yes." There was no doubt in the word, just pure lust. "Please?" Hanataro closed his eyes and rocked forward and back.

"Stand up then." The healer got off of Hitsugaya, standing on shaky legs and bracing himself against the washer, looking over his shoulder at him. "Perfect." He came up behind the fourth division member and ran his clean hand down the flawless back. His other hand, still covered in semen from moments before ran a short line down the crevice between two round cheeks.

"Yeessss." He hissed out in pleasure as a finger found his hole. It slipped in and his muscles clamped down. "Don't worry about me. You can be rough." He could always heal himself.

"If that's what you wish." He shoved the rest of the finger in with no pretense, pulling it out just as roughly and shoving two in with the next movement. He found himself even more aroused at Hanataro's admittance. He watched his fingers move in and out, stretching and messaging the muscles inside. He added another finger and leaned forward so he could kiss the back of his neck. "Are you ready?" His eyes were riveted to the sight of his fingers leaving the tight, crinkled hole.

Hanataro nodded and braced himself, his feet a bit more than shoulder's width apart. Then the machine that had been constantly rumbling under him since they started suddenly stopped. "Wait. The wash it done." He needed to put it into the dryer. Hitsugaya moved back with a small chuckle.

"Laundry is more important than sex?" It sounded much more teasing than he had ever heard from the captain ever before.

"If we want it to be done when we are I should put it in now." He took a deep breath and opened the lid, gathering the damp mass before putting it in the dryer. Hitsugaya handed him the dirty towels they had been using to cover themselves.

"Put these through now." The towels were dumped into the machine and with the addition of soap both the washer and dryer roared to life.

Hanataro turned to him and his bright blue eyes sparkled. "Now, can you…?" He blushed harder, asking for sex made him more than uncomfortable.

"Yeah." Hitsugaya kissed him again, making leaned back into the machine and groan as the vibrations ran through him. "Turn around again."

Hanataro did as he was told, his head hanging down as Hitsugaya lined himself up. The hard cock pressed against him and he keened. He forced himself to relax and screamed when he was impaled with one smooth movement. Hitsugaya was well endowed, more so than his height suggested. "Ah, god! Move, please move!"

Hitsugaya moved as he was told, positioning in and out, as hard as he could. He was close already from just the feel around him. "Hanataro—ah—nanaseki, you're…so tight."

"So big Taichou." Hanataro had been forced against the front of the washer form the strength behind the thrusts and the vibrations against his dripping erection were so pleasurable that it was painful. "Please, I need to come." His whimpers were rewarded with one hand leaving his hips to pitch and twist his nipples.

"Than do it." He continued his assault, using his hands to impale Hanataro even deeper on him. He felt the muscles around him convulse and clench, and he was thrown over the edge.

"Taichou!" Hanataro felt like he was coming for forever. It was being wrenched from his body and again when wet heat filled his insides. Hitsugaya was coming inside of him and it prolonged his own reaction by what felt like centuries.

It took minutes for Hitsugaya to come down from the high he was feeling. He had slumped forward in a moment of weakness, pinning Hanataro to the washer. He felt it still washing their towels, spinning and running water, making more of a ruckus than he had noticed before. "Are you okay?"

"I think so. A little sensitive." He smiled even though he knew the captain couldn't see it. He made a small noise of pain as Hitsugaya pulled out. The white haired male opened the closet door only to freeze.

"Toshiro-chan?" Matsumoto was standing in the middle of the bathroom, her arms around the neck of Renji, both of whom had turned to gawk at them.

"Matsumoto-fukutaichou!" His hands came to instantly cover himself. "It's Hitsugaya-taichou to you!" He snapped at her without thinking. "Get out!"

"Yes taichou, sorry!" Renji blushed bright red and grabbed the busty woman's arm, dragging her out before anything else could be said. He barely had a second to comprehend what he had seen before the door slammed behind him.

"Oh no!" Hanataro buried his face in his hands when he realized they had just been caught. "I'm so sorry Hitsugaya-taichou!"

With a sigh Hitsugaya turned to look at him. "It's okay; it's not your fault. It was just another accident." He was suddenly dreading leaving the bathroom. They would definitely shower before going out to face their friends. It wouldn't do for a captain to smell like come, sweat, and sake, after all.

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Note: I meant to get this out sooner, but only I have fifteen days of school left. Between finals and term papers my life is hell. Still, whenever I have time to work on this I've been at the movies. I've seen Star Trek five times in two weeks…I really want Spock just to grab Kirk and kiss him. You know they want to. Then McCoy and Chekov could join in and…I'm a trekie too, in case you wanted to know.

More Bleach hopefully soon! My fic "Study" was supposed to be in accidents, but I didn't want to change it to fit in here. It's Ichigo/Yumichika and I really enjoyed it. Please review or leave pairings you'd like! Lot's of love to anyone who's already reviewed!