a/n: Author promises that this is the last of the flash fics. Coming up next is the countdown to the end. Ten real drabbles that'll signify the end of this collection. Enjoy!

Seireitei Monogatari - Drabble 189

Flash Fiction Collection #10

Characters/Pairing: Ichigo/Stark
Prompt: happy, set in Misguided Manipulation
Rating: T
Warning: slash, spoilers

"Does it hurt?"

Stark prods at his chin, where he's sure there's a bruise or something similar. Ichigo never pulls his punches and he's strong for a brat.

"No," Stark lies, and stops poking at his new bruise, instead reaching forward and dragging Ichigo closer to him, dragging his fingers over bare skin that's enticingly within reach. He's been dreaming of this and damn it, his dreams hadn't done his lover justice. "By the gods, I missed you."

He feels Ichigo smile against his throat. "I know," Ichigo says and nibbles at his throat, teeth teasing at the remnants of Stark's mask, knowing good and well how much it affects him. "It's your own fault, idiot."

"I'll never make that mistake again," Stark promises, and drags his hands down Ichigo's back, loving the way he arches into the touch like a cat.

"Of course you won't," Ichigo retorts knowingly and drags his tongue over the sensitive bone, making Stark shudder and heat dance down his spine. "You know better now."

Stark chuckles, though it comes out shaky as his composure is less than stable at the moment. "Oh? Has someone become an adult in my absence?"

Ichigo bites his throat, which hardly serves as a punishment since Stark enjoys it so much. "Bastard," he says, and takes the opportunity to curl his fingers around Stark's cock, stroking him firmly. "Who's the one who ran away?"

"I wasn't running," Stark protests, and a moan slips from his lips, his own hands unable to stop touching and generally expressing his utter happiness. "I was protecting you – ow!"

Brat bit him again. With more force this time. Probably drew blood too.

Ichigo lifts his head, smirks at Stark, his eyes beautifully dark and dangerous, challenging even. "Is that so?" he purrs, and his fingers do another one of those skillful twists that always turn Stark to putty.

"I was," Stark insists, and when that razor look returns to Ichigo's eyes, he amends, "but I can obviously see now that it wasn't necessary and therefore, I rescind my earlier actions."

Ichigo chuckles, and slowly licks his lips. "In that case, all that I have left to say is welcome home." This is accompanied by a sensuous grind of his body that leaves Stark seeing stars. Welcome home indeed.

Characters/Pairing: Gin/Ichigo
Prompt: none, set in Minutes to Midnight
Rating: M
Warning: slash, smut

Ichigo is a virgin. Gin might as well be one. That probably explains why this feels so awkward. And it's the awkwardness that bothers Gin because this sort of thing should come naturally. But then, he supposes without experience, there's only so much he and Ichigo can figure out, despite the literature and videos and unwanted advice Urahara-san had thrust upon them.

Ichigo's blushing; Gin's face is probably scarlet to match. But anticipation also hangs in the air, twisting like tension, in Gin's gut, in his groin. He's been hard in his hakama for the past twenty minutes. He loves the way Ichigo tastes when they kiss. He loves the boldness of Ichigo's wandering fingers. He's more than ready to see Ichigo stripped of his white uniform.

Gin's only experience is a disastrous night he'd rather forget. He doesn't want that to happen here. It helps that Ichigo wants him, it helps that feelings are mutual.

It helps that Ichigo is coming toward him with that look in his eyes, one that speaks volumes without words. And now is Gin's turn to be the one with the knowledge.

Ichigo's blush is deepening as Gin reaches for him, draws them together for a deep kiss that tangles their tongues. Ichigo tastes like cream and chocolate, he feels warm and silky under Gin's fingers as the former Shinigami cups his head and tracks fingers through the hair at the nape of Ichigo's neck.

His heart is thudding in his chest at a mile a minute and he knows Ichigo's must be acting the same.

Hands reach for Gin's clothing, one tugging insistently at his obi. Ichigo nips at Gin's lips, his hands diving into Gin's overrobe as he strips the obi away and tosses it to the side. Gin loves his aggressiveness, loves his bravado. Loves him truthfully, but perhaps it'll be a while yet before Gin can say so aloud.

"I..." Ichigo starts, stutters, turns a furious scarlet. "I don't know how to make this sexy," he admits, tugging at Gin's clothing in an effort to remove them.

If there is a god, Gin thanks him in that moment. Ichigo is nothing like Rangiku, nothing like that one disastrous night, and Gin is glad for it.

"It doesn't have ta be," he purrs as his shitagi slides from his shoulders to the floor. "The sex part comes after. Or durin' if ya really want it that way."

"Pervert," Ichigo says, but it's affectionate, and he doesn't resist when Gin drags him in for a kiss, hands roaming to strip the Vizard out of his clothing with quick, efficient motions of his hands. Best not to let Ichigo make everyfirst move after all.

Characters/Pairing: Stark/Shuuhei/Grimmjow
Prompt: Sudden Pet Owner
Rating: M
Warning: bondage, gag, threesome, slash

"I think we should call him kitty."

Blue eyes narrow at them, a growl echoing from a pale throat. Stark supposes that their new pet might have spoken, but the gag is preventing him from doing so. And such a lovely gag it is, trapped between a lovely pair of lips that are curled into a snarl.

"I don't think he likes that, Stark," Hisagi says, a mischievous grin on his lips.

Stark's fingers drag through blue hair, surprisingly soft for such a harsh creature. "Hmm. Do you think kitten is better then?"

Those eyes flash angrily, haughtily, and he's all the more attractive for it. Stark has always thought Grimmjow a querulous creature, but an arousing one nonetheless. It's in taming him that s a challenge, one that Stark thinks both he and Hisagi are up to.

"I think it suits him more," Hisagi agrees, and drags his hand down Grimmjow's bare chest, fingers tickling at the edge of the Arrancar's sensitive Hollow's hole.

Stark watches as his lover teases their soon-to-be lover with clever fingers. The sight of them together, Hisagi with his dark hair and dark eyes, his Shinigami reiatsu, is a perfect contrast to Grimmjow with his light hair and eyes, his Hollow reiatsu, is defiant glare. He's agreed to this, yes, but Grimmjow has never been one to bow down gracefully.

Sweat has already painted Grimmjow's pale skin in a wonderful sheen. And his cheeks darken with arousal, flushing scarlet. He moves, sinuously, into Hisagi's touch, unable to stop the tiny whimpers of pleasure in his throat. Stark smirks. No Hollow can resist that erotic touch, not even someone as bullheaded as Grimmjow.

"I've always wanted a pet," Stark murmurs, fingers dragging through Grimmjow's hair in the way that he knows the kitty has always liked but never admitted. He leans forward, lips teasing wet and warm on Grimmjow's ear.

"Now we can share one," Hisagi says, and his calloused hand wraps around Grimmjow's bare cock with a long stroke that makes the Espada arch his back and groan. He grins. "See? Kittens love to be stroked."

If looks could kill... Stark chuckles at the death that gleams in Grimmjow's blue eyes. How interesting that he can both radiate an intent to rend Hisagi limb from limb for daring to be so condescending in all the same look that demands if Hisagi stops, death will also be forthcoming. He's such a bundle of contradictions, their new pet.

Grimmjow whines as Hisagi strokes him just right and Stark licks his lips. And oh, what a delicious pet as well.

Characters/Pairing: Tatsuki/Soifon
Prompt: candy hearts
Rating: T
Warning: yuri, crack, kiss between women

"What are these?"

Tatsuki can barely hide her chuckle or her amusement. The disdain on Soifon's face seems better reserved for a mortal enemy or a pile of dog crap as opposed to the basket of Valentine's Day goodies that Tatsuki has thrust in her direction.

"There's this little thing in the Living World that we call Valentine's Day," Tatsuki says, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "You know, you really should get out more. You might even enjoy it."

Soifon scowls at her, but doesn't stop peering into the basket, one finger poking through the various gaudily wrapped packages as though they might jump out and bite her. "I've no need for human celebrations," she says with a sneer, but she takes out a folded piece of paper anyway, cheeks darkening at the heartfelt message printed on the front.

Tatsuki reaches into the basket, pulling out a small box of candies that rattles as she rips it open and tips them into Soifon's free hand. "These are my favorite," she says cheerfully. "They are cheap and taste like chalk but for some reason, everyone loves them."

Soifon's nose wrinkles up in that adorable way that Tatuski love, a wrinkle that declares annoyance and death and actually shows just how touched she is but won't admit it.

"Be mine," she reads aloud, tone utterly avoid of inflection as her eyes roam over the little candy hearts sitting on her palm. "Kissme."

Is that an invitation? Why yes, Tatsuki thinks it is!

She leans forward just as Soifon is reading "My girl" and captures her lover's lips in a sweet, sultry kiss. Soifon makes an mmmph noise against her mouth, but doesn't protest, just jabs her tongue into Tatsuki's mouth in an attempt to take control of the kiss as she always does. She tastes sweet, like the chocolate Tatsuki shoved into her mouth before handing over the chocolate.

"Don't mind if I do," Tatsuki purrs in a brief lull in their kiss, licking her lips pointedly. "Isn't that the point?"

Soifon glares in a lovely mix of aroused demand and annoyed bluster. "You are an idiot," she declares, but Tatsuki knows different. What she really means is I love you. She just doesn't know how to say it yet.

Tatuski chuckles. "That may be true, but you love me anyway," she says, and captures Soifon's lips before her lover can declare otherwise. She just loves keeping Soifon on her toes. That astonished blush is the cutest thing ever.

a/n:Next update will be up after the New Year. See you then!