a/n: More flash fiction to fill in the spaces. I do hope you enjoy!

Characters/Pairing: Tatsuki/Soifon

Prompt: infinite

Words: 421

Rating: T

Warning: light yuri, spoilers

It was not unlike taming a tiger, Tatsuki remarked to herself. A thought taken with much amusement as she perched on the ground, legs stretched out over green grass, and watched her lover flip and twist through the air in practice.

Soifon had been wary at first, Tatsuki remembered. Though wary for anyone else would mean cautious eyes and slow movements and a tendency to heavily think over any action. For Soifon, wary was sharp words, bitter insults, and the tendency toward violence if startled without good explanation. But Tatsuki wasn't so easily defeated, and so she pursued with the dogged determination of a lion on the hunt.

Catching her prey had been no easy feat. However, Tatsuki had always liked a bit of a challenge, and no one could argue that wooing Soifon was painless. In fact, she still had a few bruises on her arm and side to prove that it wasn't painless at all. But also… very, very worth it.

Tatsuki grinned, watching as Soifon completed her routine and turned Tatsuki's direction, finally acknowledging her presence.

"What is that smile for?" Soifon demanded, instantly suspicious as she strode across the grass. Her brown eyes were narrowed, even as she flicked the back of her wrist over her forehead, flinging away the sweat that had gathered.

Tatsuki's smile broadened as she rose to her feet, brushing bits of grass from her pants. "Nothing bad," she said. "I promise."

Soifon sniffed as though greatly offended, shoulders straight and back, and if Tatsuki didn't know any better, she'd think Soifon was one of those high-brow nobles like Ichigo's boyfriend. But Tatsuki did know better, and knew that it was all part of Soifon's front, her mantle of pride and strength.

"Are you going to stare all day or actually get some use out of this practice?" Soifon demanded, eyes flicking up and down Tatsuki as though measuring her physical prowess and dismissing it all at once.

Tatsuki rolled her shoulders, hearing bone crackle and pop challengingly, never once losing her grin as she came within an arms length of Soifon. "What's in it for me?"

Confusion warred with frustration on Soifon's face. Obviously, she was still new to this whole relationship and dating business. Which was okay, Tatsuki had always been a very good teacher when given a good enough incentive.

And judging by that blush creeping over Soifon's cheeks – a sudden realization of what Tatsuki meant – the incentive here was very good indeed.

Characters/Pairing: Stark/Shuuhei

Prompt: forest

Words: 439

Rating: M

Warning: spoilers, sex between men

He hit the trunk roughly, back scraping from the bark, even through the fabric of his shihakushou. A strangled sound caught itself in Shuuhei's throat, but it was quickly swallowed by the mouth that roughly covered his, tongue pushing past his lips, tasting of hazelnut and bitter fruit. Not unpleasant, but definitely different.

Shuuhei moaned, one hand shooting out to bury itself in brown hair, the other gripping to the white of his lover's clothing. So white, so opposite to the black of the Shinigami. But Shuuhei wanted it that way. Completely different and opposite and everything that wasn't familiar and tested and betrayed.

It was cold here. Tall trees with menacing limbs and rustling leaves that blotted out the moon and stars until it was almost black, but Shuuhei didn't mind. With Stark pressed against him, Shuuhei didn't even feel the cold, not with the heat the Espada radiated.

Strange thing that, a Hollow emitting so much heat. Stark felt so alive under Shuuhei's fingers, skin warm and supple, muscles lithe and toned.

And the hand that untucked Shuuhei's shitagi and splayed across his abdomen was warm, even more so when it inched upward to brush teasingly over a nipple. Only to grab and wrench it sharply, producing a twist of pain that shot straight to Shuuhei's groin. He cried out against the mouth covering his, arching against Stark, trapped between the Espada and the unyielding pine.

Stark chuckled, deep and masculine, his eyes like obsidian when there was little light to reflect their true shade. "I knew it," he said, a tease rather, as he nipped at Shuuhei's chin. "You like it a little rough, don't you, Shinigami."

Shuuhei's fingers tightened in Stark's hair, tight enough to pull sharply at the scalp and draw Stark's head back an inch or so. "Just as much as you, Hollow," Shuuhei retorted, baring his teeth in a challenging smile.

Anyone from the outside, watching, would think they were strangers. Enemies who had turned the passion of battle into passion of another kind. They would never suspect that this encounter was only one of several, each anticipated more than the last. Necessary and wanted.

Stark's eyes flashed, dark with promise and seduction. His free hand slid down, palm cupping Shuuhei's cock through the thickness of his hakama. "It's very true, how alike we are," he all but purred, and leaned in, teeth scraping along Shuuhei's jaw before he spoke right into Shuuhei's ear. "So you'll indulge me, yes?"

Shuuhei shivered, bucking into those skilled fingers, a motion that answered just as good as any words. Yes.

Characters/Pairing: AizenxIchigo

Prompt: "I have a bulletproof heart, you have a hollowpoint smile."

Words: 371

Rating: T

Warning: spoilers, AU

The smell on the wind is ash and death, it clogs in his lungs and rattles through the air with the vibrant force of one hundred Shinigami. He can feel the impending clash in the air, the way the atmosphere quivers with anticipation.

Sousuke smiles because he bears it all with little trouble, hand casual and relaxed around Kyouka Suigetsu's hilt. To him, the air tastes of victory. A citrus tang and a sweet aroma and the caress of warm hands and the familiar presence of victory at his side.

Soul Society is so very foolish, has always been, and Sousuke is glad to pick up their pieces, glad to take their cast-off refuse and polish it to diamond. To something rarer and richer and far, far more valuable. He feels as if he has been waiting his whole life for their mistakes to culminate into something irreparable.

Now, this very moment, Sousuke believes he's found that victory.

No. Sousuke knows he has acquired it. He's certain, without the smallest inch of disbelief. His reiatsu is a calm ocean within him, tide in and out, brimming with satisfaction.

He's done it, he's won, and gained the greatest treasure in the process.

Sousuke can't wait to see Yamamoto weep, to fall to his knees, his fire nothing more than cinders and ash. He waits to watch Kuchiki bow before him, humbled despite his pride. Others will follow, bowing and scraping, begging for the smallest crumb of mercy. Which Sousuke will provide, of course, he considers himself a gracious leader, one who knows the value of things.

"Is it time?"

Sousuke looks at Kurosaki Ichigo standing beside him, resplendent in white, his eyes burning with a fury all his own. White really does suit Ichigo, in much the way that his maturity does as well.

Once, the both of them had been imprisoned by actions all their own. Once, Sousuke had been Soul Society's prisoner and Ichigo had waded through the Living World.

Now, they would be Soul Society's rue.

Sousuke smiles, resisting the urge to kiss his lover here and now – that sort of celebration can be saved until after they bring Yamamoto to his knees. "Make them weep."

a/n: More flash fiction to come. I'm finishing up these drabbles at number two-hundred. The end is in sight!

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