a/n: Drabble 190 will bring us back to our regularly scheduled drabbles, but until then, enjoy another collection of flash fiction. Beware the porn!

Characters/Pairing: IchigoxUrahara
Prompt: protect and destroy
Words: 367
Rating: T
Warnings: language, spoilers, some war-time violence

Kill.

That's the only thing on his mind right now, the only truth that can possibly assuage the burning fury inside of him.

The battlefield is a mess of blood and bodies, ash and rubble, broken zanpakutou and ground up dreams. The stench coats Kisuke's nostrils and sits heavy on his tongue, adding fuel to the blaze.

For once, his grip on Benihime isn't slick with sweat, but firm and unyielding. She hums in his hold, singing for blood. There is an edge of sadness and sorrow to her trill, one that Kisuke knows all too well because it echoes inside of him as well. An unending echo that falls forever into the deep bit of blackness.

That bastard, that Aizen, did the one thing Kisuke can never forgive.

Even the events of decades past, where Aizen had forced Kisuke into exile and turned their friends into Vizard and ruined Kisuke's life, is more tolerable than this.

If there was one person in this whole damn war who carried no blame, who was innocent, if was Kurosaki Yuzu.

If there was one person Aizen should not have touched if he had a smidge of honor left inside of him, it was Kurosaki Karin.

For this reason alone, Kisuke is not alone in this hunt.

Ichigo is beside him, wrapped in a mantle of cold fury that would make his father proud, his eyes gleaming an eerie amber and gold that would make anyone shiver. Kisuke, however, only feels a stirring of arousal, right in his gut, coiling with the anger until his emotions are a confused tangle.

Kisuke imagines the way they'll celebrate later, after they've destroyed the monster and sent him on to fiery torment. Locked in a room with their box of toys, working out the last of the anger in the best way possible. He imagines the way Ichigo will look, sweaty and debauched, and the way Kisuke will feel, completely overtaken, ruthlessly devoured.

He won't have it any other way.

Zangetsu pulses in Ichigo's hand, a call of comradeship to Benihime, who sings in return. The battle is nigh.

Kisuke feels a sick, bloodthirsty grin curl his lips. Time to kill the beast.

Characters/Pairing: Komamura+Gin
Prompt: cheerful
Words: 412
Rating: T
Warnings: hints to kink, language

Sajin stared.

Ichimaru stared right back, without blinking in that eerie way of his.

"What are you doing here?" Sajin barked, moments later, when he realized Ichimaru wasn't going to speak first. "Here" being a very exclusive, very limited club that was supposed to be circumspect in the members it allowed. If Ichimaru was here, it obviously wasn't exclusive enough.

Ichimaru's mouth opened and closed, for once immediately speechless. Then he stirred, like a statue come to life. "The same thing as ya, obviously," he chirped.

Sajin bristled, straightening further, knowing it made him intimidating with the effect of the dim lights in the club on his helmet. He'd only just arrived and hadn't had time to take it off as he usually would. He'd seen Ichimaru first, all but prancing around in a unique outfit that Sajin couldn't deny fitted the skinny man well.

"Not for the same thing," he growled, gesturing to the fuzzy and obviously fake fox ears that had been placed on Ichimaru's head, the same color as his naturally silver hair.

Ichimaru's grin widened and he leaned closer, as though wanting to peer through the eyeslits to see what Sajin had beneath. "Oh? And why not? Whatcha got under that pretty helmet, hmm?"

Sajin stiffened. Past lessons had taught Sajin that it was better to keep his helmet on... except when here. Here where Ichimaru was as though it were the most normal thing in the world.

He cocked his head, considering, hands already half-lifted to his helmet. Sajin had never considered himself a coward. And if he couldn't be himself here, a place he had always thought to be a haven, then what in Seireitei would he do?

Ichimaru was still looking at him expectantly, neither pushing nor demanding, this show of patience a first for him. So Sajin drew a breath, lifted the helmet, and tucked it under his arm. He stared defiantly at Ichimaru, waiting for the man to mock him, to violate the unspoken rules of the club and get tossed out on his pale, skinny ass.

Ichimaru's smile lifted in a way that seemed genuine as his gaze smoldered with... appreciation. "Ah," he murmured and drew closer, palm pressing to Sajin's chest in a blatantly sexual move. "I like what I see, Koma-chan."

Sajin's eyes widened, and a rumbling growl echoed in his throat. What an... interesting development to say the least. Very interesting indeed.

Characters/Pairing: AizenxIchigo
Prompt: "Howl," Florence and the Machine
Words: 441
Rating: M
Warnings: mild kink, sex between men

Ichigo hisses, and the chains rattle, but he knows better than to think that they might loosen or break. Sousuke has made them too strong for this, and even their attachment to the ceiling isn't so weak. The wood may groan and creak, but it holds fast now as it has in the past few years.

Sousuke chuckles behind him, and if Ichigo's eyes weren't covered by a blind fold, he'd turn and look. But all he can do is anticipate and wonder, his every other sense aware tenfold. His skin prickles, anticipating the next touch, and he jerks when fingers tickle down his sides, palms tracing the line of his ribs sensually.

"You are most beautiful in your desperation," Sousuke murmurs, moving closer, until his breath is a warm puff against Ichigo's nape.

He shivers, sucking in a breath, fingers curling inward. He knows better than to move, to shift in any direction, or Sousuke might prolong the torture and they'll be no relief for the aching in Ichigo's groin. So the knot in his belly coils tighter and tighter, sweat a delicate trickle down the middle of his back.

"Do you plan to drive me to madness?" Ichigo says, his voice barely louder than a whisper, broken on the edge of a gasp when Sousuke presses against him from behind, all warm skin and warm hands and the hard line of Sousuke's cock nestled against Ichigo's buttocks.

One arm curls around Ichigo, palm splaying flat against his abdomen. The other tickles lower, finger-walking down Ichigo's belly, until Sousuke curls a teasing touch around Ichigo's cock.

He forces himself to tense every muscle in his body in order not to move, no matter how desperately he wants to thrust forward.

"Madness would be counterproductive," Sousuke purrs, nibbling on Ichigo's lobe with quick darts of his tongue and teeth.

A sound grows in Ichigo's throat, one he refuses to name a whine. "Then you'd better do something soon," he retorts as Sousuke's fingers stroke him gently, teasing at the head of his cock where he is leaking copious amounts of precome. "Or I will break these chains."

Sousuke chuckles again, a dark and sinful sound that tiptoes down Ichigo's spine and makes the arousal burst even brighter. "I will enjoy watching you try," he says, and Ichigo feels his mouth lower, teeth and tongue latching on the back of Ichigo's shoulder. It is a small flash of pain, intertwining with the bolt of pleasure that races through Ichigo.

Sousuke hums in approval and Ichigo knows it's going to be a hell of a long night.

Characters/Pairing: TatsukixSoifon
Prompt: mistletoe
Words: 459
Rating: M
Warnings: kisses between women, groping, language

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Arisawa?" Soifon growled, performing a tug that was token at best. It didn't even have any real strength behind it.

Tatsuki grinned, tightening her fingers around Soifon's wrist and continuing to drag the uncooperative Shinigami behind her. "Trying to show you how to have some fun, lover."

Soifon's scowl deepened. Tatsuki laughed and paid more attention to her surroundings before she ended up bulldozing someone. There was music. There was food. There was laughter and dancing and decorations. There were all kinds of things like fun that Soifon would find time-consuming, pointless, and full of stupid.

Tatsuki, of course, was having the time of her life. More because she had convinced Soifon to come with her and had plans to convince Soifon to stay.

And well, it was nice to see Soifon in something other than her Shinigami captain's uniform. The shihakushou was sexy, but there was something to be said about the dress she wore now, with its low, open back and a flared out skirt swishing around beautifully toned thighs. Tatsuki could feel herself drooling even now, and had to beat down inappropriate thoughts of pulling Soifon into the nearest closet and sliding her fingers up those creamy thighs, underneath the fabric of Soifon's skirt just to see how wet she was.

Yum.

Tatsuki scanned the crowd and decorations. Ichigo caught her eyes from across the room and lifted his glass to her, but didn't wait for her acknowledgment, too busy trying to encourage his own stick in the mud to live a little. Kuchiki Byakuya was a hot piece of work, but he was a little too stuck up for Tatsuki's taste. She liked 'em feisty.

"Arisawa, if you don't explain to me what you are doing right now-" The threat in Soifon's tone was clearcut but Tatsuki cheerfully tuned it out as she laid eyes on her prize and gamely dragged Soifon over to the entryway between the den and the kitchen.

She pulled Soifon to a stop there, whirling suddenly to yank the surprised Shinigami into her arms. "You mean it's not obvious?" Tatsuki asked, gesturing for Soifon to look up with a tilt of her head.

Soifon's cheeks flushed darker as she lifted her eyes and caught sight of the sprig of mistletoe on the frame above them. "This is a ridiculous and trite tradition that-"

Tatsuki slanted her mouth over Soifon's, cutting the Shinigami off mid-tirade, and swallowing the sound of Soifon's surprise. Soifon always did talk too much. And if the crowd broke into cheers and whistles, Tatsuki promised she'd grin and salute them later. But for now, she had a lover to kiss senseless.

a/n: More ficcage to come as always. I do hope you enjoyed!