a/n: More flash fiction for your reading pleasure. I'm really slowing down on these drabbles, aren't I? Sorry about that. My interest in Bleach has pretty much vanished. Alas. Time for a new fandom. Still, I've got a few more drabbles that're going to trickle out. I'm going to cap Seireitei Monogatari off at 200, I'm thinking. So you have at least seventeen more to come!

Characters/Pairing: UraharaxIchigo

Prompt: "Hands All Over," Maroon 5

Words: 415

Rating: M

Warning: slash, smut, spoilers

Kisuke was doing this on purpose, Ichigo thought, frustrated. The headboard above him rattled as his wrists jerked against his bindings and the wood they were wrapped around. He wanted to touch, to have freedom of movement, but it was impossible in his current state.

Kisuke chuckled, his warm hands sliding from the outside of Ichigo's bare thighs to cup his hips. His thumbs traced circles around Ichigo's hipbones, his mouth a warm brush of air across Ichigo's abdomen.

"Frustrated, my dear?" he asked, voice twisted with mischief and the same dancing in his grey eyes. He was far too amused with himself.

Ichigo twisted his jaw, growling low in his throat. "When I said you could tie me up, I didn't know you were only going to tease me," he said, and jerked his wrists against the ties again.

Those hands slid up again, smoothing over his sides, tickling at his ribs, fingers splayed over his muscled abdomen. Ichigo felt goosebumps rise in their wake. He was hot, his skin on fire, but there was something about the slow, sensual glide of Kisuke's hands that made him shiver, made his cock throb with denied release.

"There is a certain pleasure to be found in simple touching," Kisuke said, using that same, teaching tone he tended to adopt when explaining some simple Shinigami concept that flew over Ichigo's head.

"For you or for me?" Ichigo demanded, head falling back against the pillow as Kisuke's hands inched close to his groin and then wandered away again, one tickling the back of his left knee and the other rubbing up the center of his chest.

Breath ghosted across Ichigo's hipbone and grey eyes looked up at him, dark with sensual desire. "We'll both be satisfied by the end," he said, voice thick with promise.

Ichigo groaned, hands sliding over his skin, smoothing around the slight curve of his hip, brushing teasingly over his nipples and making him arch into the touch. "You're evil," he accused, on the edge of a gasp, knowing that begging would get him nowhere.

Kisuke chuckled. "Only a little," he said, which only proved Ichigo's point. There was no escaping, no cajoling, no begging for a reprieve. Kisuke would only let Ichigo come when he was good and ready to which could be hours from now or in the next ten minutes.

Ichigo had no choice but to wait and writhe, trapped under Kisuke's sinful hands.

Characters/Pairing: Stark/Ichigo

Prompt: promotion

Words: 364

Rating: T

Warning: kisses between men, light spoilers

His hands smoothed down the fall of the haori, one shifting to adjust the tie of his obi. The haori fell perfectly over his shoulders, as though custom made to do just that. It was long-sleeved as he'd requested, and there was something about the whiteness of it in contrast to the black of his shihakushou that was rather appealing.

Stark looked into the mirror, admired his change in appearance, and felt the eyes behind him, doing much the same.

"It suits you," his lover said, voice low and husky… admiring. "Better than it would suit me anyway."

Chuckling, Stark tugged at his sleeves, which hung just below his wrist and then turned to the side, his zanpakutou barely visible beneath the fall of the robe. "I think you underestimate yourself."

"Do I?"

Stark turned around completely, catching sight of Ichigo where he sat in a chair, looking amused as Stark fidgeted with his new outfit. "I'm pretty sure the next one they hand out will be for you."

Ichigo rolled his eyes, propping his chin on his knuckles. "They can try. Doesn't mean I want the responsibility."

Licking his lips, Stark abandoned his fidgeting and swiftly crossed the room, leaning forward to place his hands on the arms of the chair and box Ichigo between them. "Why not? I think you'd make a fine taichou."

Brown eyes looked at him, darker in their desire. "What? I'm no good as a mere substitute?"

"There's nothing mere about you," Stark said, and before Ichigo could say anything else, he leaned forward and captured the Vizard's lips.

One hand came up, fisting in the collar of Stark's shihakushou and wrinkling the carefully arranged fabric. But when a deft, slick tongue pushed into his mouth tasting of chocolate and oranges, Stark found he couldn't care less. Sure he was about to be announced to the rest of the Gotei-13 as the new captain of the ninth division and his appearance was supposed to be pristine.

Considering the circumstances, he couldn't expect to be wrinkle free. And if anyone disapproved, well, obviously they'd never been kissed by Kurosaki Ichigo.

Characters/Pairing: Renji/Ishida

Prompt: studying

Words: 403

Rating: T

Warning: slight slash

"What'cha readin'?"

"A book," Uryuu replied dully, pulling said book closer to his face as though it would block out the stream of chatter from behind him.

The bed creaked as its occupant rose to his feet and padded quietly across the floor, coming up right behind Uryuu and peering over his shoulder. "What kind of book?"

"The kind that requires studying," Uryuu retorted, and redoubled his efforts to study. This was a very complicated class. If he memorized anything incorrectly than there was a good chance the first building he designed would come crashing down on his head.

Renji leaned against the back of the chair, the solid warmth of his chest pressing against Uryuu's upper back. His chin settled on Uryuu's hair, not roughly but with increasingly noticeable pressure. "It looks borin'."

"Maybe for you," Uryuu said, and pointedly turned a page, even though he couldn't remember anything from the previous one. Perhaps this was the reason his father forbade him to have contact with Shinigami. They were infuriatingly distracting.

Renji's chin dug into Uryuu's skull before he shifted his head near even with Uryuu's, and warm breath ghosted across Uryuu's ear. "Nah. You don't seem too interested either."

His grip on the book tightened as Uryuu fought the shiver. "I wonder why," he said dryly, reaching up to adjust his glasses before focusing again on the textbook. "It can't possibly be because you won't stop talking."

Renji chuckled, his deep voice echoing in Uryuu's ears and echoing much lower in his body all at the same time. Uryuu's stomach tightened, body filling with heat. "I come all th' way from Soul Society and this is th' greetin' I get?" Renji asked, his hair tickling the back of Uryuu's neck. "Doesn't seem fair, does it?"

"I've got an exam tomorrow," Uryuu retorted, but his book found itself lowering to the desk top anyway, seemingly without his permission.

Another heat-provoking chuckle filled the room, adding a sly tongue that nipped out against Uryuu's ear where Renji knew him to be sensitive. "Guess I'd better leave you alone then," he said, making a noticeable effort to draw back.

Uryuu's hand shot backward, fisting in loose crimson hair. "Don't you dare," he growled. If the damn Shinigami was going to start something, he was damn well going to finish it.

Characters/Pairing: Aizen/Shirosaki

Prompt: biting

Words: 348

Rating: M

Warning: slash, slight kink, male/male smut

"King might not be, but I'm perty good wit my mouth," Shirosaki said, his voice like a Hollow purr that echoed in Sousuke's bedchamber.

"Is that your final offer?" Sousuke asked, interested despite himself. Fascinating that one side of his adversary might hate his guts, but the other side showed a distinct sexual interest.

Very, very fascinating.

"Depends on what I get in return," Shirosaki said, crawling onto the bed, fingers already plucking at Sousuke's clothing.

Sousuke inclined his head. "That depends on what you want. And how well you convince me," he said, and spread his hands, as though giving Shirosaki free rein. "But no biting."

Shirosaki grinned with a raspy, Hollow's chuckle. "Aw, come on, boss. Ya take all the fun outta things."

Sousuke bit back a grimace, coiling his fingers in white hair. "I'm rather fond of my anatomy."

"Aren't we all?' Shirosaki stared at him, golden eyes dark and dangerous, as he lowered his head an inch, warm breath ghosting over Sousuke's eager cock, which seemed unfazed by the threat of those white, white teeth.

Any one would else would probably be terrified at the moment. Sousuke, however, felt only a mild agitation, one that echoed in the throb of his groin. A sense of eager anticipation, his fingers pressing against Shirosaki's scalp in flagrant encouragement.

"I'll be even more fond if you'd get started," Sousuke said, the wet breath teasing him with possibilities.

Shirosaki's response was to bite him on the inner thigh, a short, sharp nip with his teeth that made Sousuke startle and heat flash through his entire body. Shirosaki laughed.

"Thought ya didn't like biting?" the Hollow asked, his tongue sliding lasciviously over his lips, taunting Sousuke with what he could be doing and not what he was actually doing.

Sousuke opened his mouth, fully intending to respond with some acerbic, witty retort, until Shirosaki chose that moment to wrap his lips around Sousuke's cock and short circuit the overlord's brain. After that, Sousuke wasn't really thinking of much else.

a/n: I do hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!