kageisuke | Hisagi/Yumichika NC-17 I can't believe he beat me... again... [Requested]

Title: I can't believe he beat me... again... [Requested]
Author/Artist: Kageisuke
Pairing/Characters: Yumichika Ayasegawa / Hisagi Shuuhei
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): pr0n, yaoi, crack, PWP like nobodies business, & crazy OOC . Ugh, slight spoiler for the end of the SS Arc.
Disclaimer: If this were mine, it SO wouldn't be in Shounen Jump... Ultra Jump perhaps, but probably BexBoy...
Summary/Notes: Gomen,

waruikitty! I was having a hard time with this cus I was trying to give it one of those flimsy premises before they start with the whole sexual pwning process, but it took a while to come to me. Not only that, I switched it around a little... 0.o

It had started off normal. Well, as normal as it can be when the man opposing you has feathery things stuck to the side of his face. After getting beaten by the overly feminine shinigami, Hisagi had demanded a rematch, be damned if there was still hell going on around them after Aizen's treachery. So they met up in a currently abandoned room in the 11th division -because everyone else was running suicides around the building with Ikkaku and Yachiru at their heels- and were about to square off. That was when he made his first mistake. In a room, alone, with a man who sparkled and could suck up his reiatsu like it was nothing, and had a very sinister look in his eye. But that could have been an unassuming sparkle in the wrong place, so he pushed the thought aside.

They hadn't agreed to anything beforehand, which was his second mistake, because once Yumichika released his zanpakuto, who was to say Hisagi'd be fast enough to avoid getting drained again?

That wasn't exactly what happened, but as they battled and Yumichika twittered around -thoroughly pissing Hisagi off by not being serious- Hisagi got in just a little too close and had no way out. Yumichika pounced. Hisagi gave a shout of alarm before he was tackled to the ground and lips gave crashing down on his own.

Eyes widening, he sputtered as Yumichika rose up to stare down at him with amusement. He flipped away and began to prance around once more. Hisagi stared, then growled and gave chase -a lot more cautiously this time- around the room as Yumichika skipped along.

"Damnit!" Hisagi cursed as another caress against his cheek signaled Yumichika's passing by. "The hell are you-?" But it got cut off as a very firm hand on his ass alerted him to something other than a match was going on.

"Ne, Shuuhei?" Yumichika's voice said in his ear. "Why don't we stop the games?"

Whipping around, Hisagi stared as Yumichika bounced away on the balls of his feet, smiling that predatory smile. It was almost as creepy as the one Ichimaru gave when he was sneaking up on some unlucky subordinate. Namely Kira.

It was then that he recognized his body was more alert than what was required for a fight. All those touches and whispers against his skin made his lower half ache for a 'different' sort of fight than he had been presently thinking about.

"S-Stop playing games!" Hisagi shouted, pointing his zanpakuto at the other man. "I came here for a rematch and-"

Yumichika came forward and they met blade to blade for a time. Just as he was about to relax into it, a hand snaked under his kimono and started down into his hakama. That was *definitely* not where the fight was supposed to be happening. He jerked away and staggered a little. He would have said something, but Yumichika wrenched his zanpakuto from him and it flew through the air to land across the room. Weaponless, Hisagi stared at him.

"And now," Yumichika grinned, pulling Hisagi closer, "the winner gets a prize."

Hisagi's eyes widened further -if possible- as Yumichika slid his tongue into his mouth. He might have rejected it if a leg hadn't started to rub against the erection he was vainly trying to ignore. They sank to the floor as Yumichika began to undress him with a proficiency Hisagi would have appreciated more if the roles had been reversed.

They moaned into each other’s mouths as Hisagi began to strip Yumichika of his clothes, too. Slender body, muscle, but nothing like most of the other 11th division members. He ran hands over hot flesh as Yumichika nibbled over his neck and ears. Somewhere along the way he'd lost his pants, but so had Yumichika, and he didn't remember taking them off either.

Hot breath on his stomach made him blink as he realized the teeth on his neck were nails dragging over his collarbone. He tried to sit up, but the shock from a warm and wet tongue running up his cock prevented any coordinated movement. He let out a wheeze.

"That didn't sound very sexy," Yumichika said from between Hisagi's legs. "Let's try that again." He ran his mouth up the opposite side this time, and as he came to the tip, slowly drew it into his mouth. A throaty moan echoed around the room. "Aa," he said, coming up to smile at Hisagi. "That's much better. Good boy, Shuuhei."

Somewhere in his haze of ecstasy Hisagi realized something -everything, in fact- was wrong with this situation. As he arched under Yumichika's expert hands that stroked everywhere at once, he was only vaguely aware of a finger where it shouldn't be. That was less noticeable than the grinding Yumichika was doing against his leg...

Humming softly as he worked, Yumichika watched the expressions flit over Shuuhei's face. "Aa, truly beautiful. If I weren’t so sure you'd run away, I wouldn't have taken the top. So much work," he mourned, then flicked his tongue over a nipple.

A groan and a "Yumi-" that trailed off as fingers ran along his inner walls and teased nerves that Hisagi had never known were there. He pushed down on the fingers.

"Ah ah ah," Yumichika admonished. He took his hand from the other man's cock to slick the precum over his own in preparation. "No doing it yourself. I'm going to get as much out of this as possible."

Hisagi moaned and wriggled on the ground. Yumichika smiled as he pushed Shuuhei's legs open wider. Such a beautiful man. This really was a prize. He removed his fingers and replaced them with his own cock. Slowly pushing past the ring of muscle, Yumichika held in a groan. It had been a long time since he'd been on top and it was a wonder how he didn't miss it.

Hisagi tightened as a very foreign object started to invade. The hand that returned to his dick and did swirling motions over the surface convinced him the intrusion wasn't nearly as bad as he thought. His heel found the small of Yumi's back and he drew him in, wanting to keep going.

"So hasty," Yumi said with a slight scowl, before obliging and moving a little quicker to envelop himself fully. Glazed eyes looked up at him and he shuddered. "Aa, that look is so sexy! I really wish I could capture that."

Hisagi moved beneath him. Yumi ran a finger over the rippling plains of Shuuhei's abs. "So impatient." He pulled out and in, and sighed as Hisagi gave a grunt. "No, no! Not like that. Like this!" He gave a low sultry moan as he pulled out and back in.

Shuuhei gave a growling purr as Yumi thrust into him. "Nnn, that's right," Yumi praised, placing hands on muscled hips and using them like handles to drive in deep each time. He leaned over to angle in differently and for a moment regretted having taken top. Damn Shuuhei was laying heavily on his legs and impeding his movement. Only one way to fix that. He turned him to the side and straddled one leg. He did one quick bucking of his hips, then he flipped Shuuhei to his stomach. He forced him onto his knees but ignored the upper half that lay on the floor, chest heaving.

"Aa, much better," Yumi said, satisfied, before once again pressing down until he brushed against Shuuhei's prostate and was rewarded with a cry of euphoric shock.

Shuuhei felt himself being rolled over and lay his head against the cool floor. He still wasn't clear on what was happening, but they began moving again and he rocked gently with it. Then, he felt it. It felt so good that he couldn't stifle the shout that came from his lips. He gripped the floor As wave after wave of intense pleasure caused him to whimper and push backwards as hard as he could against Yumi's frantic pace. He moaned and scratched at the wooden floor.

Yumi reached around to grab Shuuhei's throbbing penis and gave it a few hard pumps with his hand in time with his own movements. Shuuhei's whole body convulsed and he gave another small cry. As he felt the other man tighten around him further, Yumi's hips took a life of their own and sporadically thrust into the all-consuming heat. He moaned as he felt himself come and quickly stroked Shuuhei to completion as well.

With a groan, Yumi slumped down next to Shuuhei, whose ass was slowly sliding back down to the ground. After a few minutes of breaking, Shuuhei gave him a glazed look.

"Next time, you're going to have to win," Yumichika sniffed. "That was entirely too much work."

Shuuhei blinked. Wait a second. He gave his own groan. "Dammit... I lost again..."

"That's right, but when you win, at least I'll get to see that sexy face," Yumichika chuckled, and sat up. "And I'll get to just lie back and be beautiful." Sniffing himself and frowning, Yumichika stood. "And I won't get as sweaty. I'm going go take a shower. You coming?"

Shuuhei looked over his shoulder at him. He shrugged. "Sure, why not? Can't lose any more than I already have." As he stood up he missed the look that crossed over Yumichika's face. If he'd seen it, he might have reconsidered the thought, but as it was, he grabbed both sets of clothes and padded off behind the other shinigami none the wiser...

Note: OOC like WOAH. Seriously...Don't ask. I too wonder how Yumichika got on top. I mean, it just *happened* that way. Damn Yumi always gets his way, doesn't he? ::sighs:: I might have to do another one for you,

waruikitty, unless you're satisfied with this one... Speaking of which, has anyone ever *seen* a Yumi/Shuu before? ::blinks:: I haven't... though it was amusing as hell to write...

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