a/n: Another collection of short drabbles to tide things over while I brainstorm ideas for something larger. Please enjoy.

Characters/Pairing: KenseixShuuheixKisuke
Prompt: oblivion
Words: 424
Rating: M
Warnings: threesome smut, sex between men

Kisuke laughs, cupping Kensei's head and dragging the other man down for a brutal kiss, one that tastes sweet like sake and salty like the peanuts at the bar. Kensei growls into the kiss, hovering over Kisuke like a predator waiting to pounce, his earrings gleaming in the half light. A warm body presses against Kisuke from behind, hands roaming to Kisuke's belt and fumbling at it.

They're all a little drunk, but that's not stopped them before, Kisuke muses to himself. He can hear Hisagi's heavy breathing, can feel it as the younger Shinigami nuzzles against Kisuke from behind, just as hungry and desperate as the rest of them. A young man's desire is such a heady thing.

Kensei quickly takes control of the kiss, ruthlessly swiping his tongue inside Kisuke's mouth as though determined to claim every inch of him. He explores cheek and teeth and the roof of his mouth, each touch a flitting swipe of his tongue that makes Kisuke moan and grind against Shuuhei's fumbling fingers.

Shuuhei makes a noise, a sound of frustration, and Kisuke takes pity on him, loosening his hold on Kensei to help Shuuhei. Kensei takes this opportunity to reach past Kisuke, fisting his fingers in strands of black hair and jerking Shuuhei toward him for another possessive kiss. In the midst of unbuttoning his pants, Kisuke freezes, watching with bated breath as the two men kiss. It has always been one of the most erotic things Kisuke has ever seen. Now is no exception.

Kisuke jerks open his belt and slides open his button and zipper, hastily pushing his pants to his knees. He's all for getting naked in a hurry, and reaches for Kensei's pants, quickly doing the same. His eyes, however, never leave the arousing sight of Kensei and Shuuhei kissing, the latter's cheeks darkening in an aroused blush visible in the half-light. Within moments, Kisuke wraps fingers around Kensei's rigid length, drawing a long stroke down the heated cock.

Kensei breaks off the kiss with a dark look in his eyes, hips bucking forward into Kisuke's touch. His body trembles, like a large, restrained beast.

"What say you we get this party started, shall we?" Kisuke purrs.

Teeth nip at his ears. "I'm for that," Shuuhei responds, pressing against Kisuke with seductive intent, emboldened by the sake stirring his veins.

Kensei drops a possessive hand to Kisuke's hip, squeezing pointedly. His actions need no words, and Kisuke shivers with anticipation. This is one night none of them will regret.

Characters/Pairing: RenjixOrihime
Prompt: "Stutter"
Words: 479
Rating: M
Warnings: hetsex, nudity, language

She's teasing him, Renji's sure of it. There's a glint in her eyes, a smooth smile on her lips, and he loves the way she nibbles on the lower lip, like she can't decide if she's nervous or excited. Auburn hair spills over her shoulders, not bare, not just yet, but slowly getting that way.

He watches, breathing shallow, fingers scraping the bedspread as he props himself on his elbows. He hasn't moved since she pushed him down, knees stumbling against the bed behind him and sending him tumbling. He's still dressed, too, and he can feel his cock poking at his jeans, a visible lump beneath the thick fabric.

Her heels are gone, and Renji watches with hungry eyes as her fingers flick through the buttons on her shirt, revealing pale skin beneath and the lacy pink of her bra. Her breasts are mounds of creamy flesh perfectly outlined by the bra and Renji tightens his grip on the comforter.

He wants to tell her to go faster, but there's something alluring about the slow pace as well. Especially when she flicks open the last button and twitches her shoulders, throwing her arms back so that the shirt slides down her arms to the floor. The motion presses her breasts forward in an erotic wave of motion and a small sound curls in the back of Renji's throat. He refuses to call it a whimper.

She's still grinning, eyes full of humorous light, and she turns, fingers curling in the waistband of her short skirt. It's made of a stretchy cotton fabric that perfectly outlines her rump, and he watches, mouth dry, as she slides it down ever so slowly, skirt inching down her flesh. She bends over, just a bit, and Renji feels a warm throb pulse through his groin. He fights back the urge to attack. This is Orihime's show. The one she's putting on him. He's only supposed to obey.

The skirt slithers to the floor, leaving behind a pair of panties that are the same lacy pink as her bra when she turns around. His dry mouth turns wet as he thinks about licking her.

She reaches for her bra, fingers teasing at the clasp as her other hand drags her fingers across the mound of her breasts. She's breathing sharper now, and the act makes her bosom heave rhythmically as though trying to hypnotize Renji.

She licks her lips, teasing at the clasp of her bra with her fingers. "Well, Renji-kun. Do you like what you see?"

He opens his mouth, knowing that he should say something to encourage her. "I.. I.." But all that he manages is a lame stutter that would make him embarrassed, if he wasn't aroused enough to drill a hole in brick.

Orihime laughs, reaches for Renji, and the last thing on his mind is embarrassment.

Characters/Pairing: KyourakuxStark
Prompt: None
Words: 372
Rating: T
Warnings: kiss between men, language

"Ouch."

Stark rolled his eyes, slapping a bandage over the minor wound on the back of Kyouraku's shoulder. "You infant. That couldn't possibly have hurt."

He knew, without looking, that Kyouraku was grinning. "It stung," he retorted, and reached for the nearby table, where a bottle of sake was waiting for him, as though mocking him with its distance.

Stark reached down and swapped Kyouraku's hand away. "It did not," he said. "And none of that for you either. It was sake that got you into this mess."

"This mess" being the current rash of scrapes, bruises and cuts that scattered across Kyouraku's back and shoulders from where he'd taken a tumble down a set of stairs after tripping over the loose ends of his pink haori. It had been quite undignified and Kyouraku was still huffy because Stark had laughed for a good ten minutes – after wisely rushing to check and make sure Kyouraku hadn't unduly damaged himself in the fall.

Kyouraku sniffed. "I am an experienced drinker. That tumble had nothing to do with the one-"

"Try four."

"-four bottles I may or may not have consumed in the few hours prior."

Despite himself, Stark allowed the smile on his lips. He wasn't angry or irritated, not really, besides, he considered heaps of stinging antiseptic punishment enough. "Yes, yes. Your alcoholism is well-documented," he said, and slapped on the last bandage. "Done."

"Is that so?"

Stark turned with the intention of gathering up all the medical supplies. "You're no longer bleeding all over my quarters, if that's what you mean."

Kyouraku chuckled with a humorous tone that never boded well for Stark's sanity. "Good," he said, and moved so quickly that Stark was still impressed with the Shinigami's speed.

But then – he reminded himself dryly as the bottle and bandages tumbled to the floor – Kyouraku was at the top of the pack when it came to skills. Both in war and in love, which Kyouraku set to prove when he bent Stark backward and kissed the daylights out of him. Not an altogether terrible reward, Stark thought. Not bad at all.

Characters/Pairing: Ichigo/Uryuu
Prompt: happy/fluffy
Words: 391
Rating: K+
Warnings: light language, hints to a slashy relationship

Ichigo grumbles under his breath, cursing Uryuu's good luck and his own dismal luck as of late. Of course he had to lose the bet. Of course he had to pick the wrong team.

Of course he is now out here in temperatures cold enough to threaten snow with a rake in his hand and a growing pile of leaves that still need to be bagged.

"You're doing a great job," Uryuu calls out from the open window, warm and snug inside the house with a cup of tea in his fingers.

Ichigo grits his teeth, growls in his throat, and promptly ignores the smug Quincy. He rakes a little harder, a little faster. He's almost done and all that'll be left is bagging up the leafy remains.

"I think you missed a spot though," Uryuu adds with smug satisfaction, a hint of mockery in his tone. He sips noisily at his tea.

Ichigo resists the urge to throw down his rake. "If you wanted it done right, then come out here and do it yourself," he snarls with an irritated pulse of his reaitsu.

Uryuu chuckles, a broad grin on his lips. He's deriving far too much enjoyment from Ichigo's suffering. "Why should I when I have you to do it for me?"

Leaves fly into the air as Ichigo jerks the rake too hard. He's muttering under his breath now, vile curses the Quincy's direction that he knows Uryuu can't hear. He swears that Uryuu must have cheated somehow.

"You could rake a little faster, you know," Uryuu adds, rich with humor, making another noisy sip of his delicious tea.

Ichigo reaches for the first clear plastic bag, shoving in a massive handful of dead, damp leaves. The musky scent of decaying vegetation isn't entirely unpleasant, but it's still too damn cold to be out here doing this. His nose feels like it's going to fall off and his breath is coming out bright bursts of grey.

"Because the faster you get done, the faster I can warm you up."

Ichigo freezes, mid-motion, whirling around to stare in the direction of the window. Uryuu, however, has departed with that enigmatic comment, closing the window and drawing the curtain behind him.

Did he just...?

A grin splits Ichigo's lips. He rakes a lot faster.

a/n: Still more ficcage to come. I'll try to update faster with that fic I do have available.

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