Hirako and Ichigo (And Zaraki)
Hirako Shinji truly had to bite his tongue and swallow his pride to become a captain in the Gotei 13 again. After what they had done to him and his colleagues, he truly had no responsibility to take them up on their offer either. The reason he did was not for them…but for Ichigo. Though at the time, and for 17 months after Shinji's – as well as Rose's and Kensei's – appointment, Ichigo was effectively unaware of their existence, Shinji knew that Ichigo would be grateful if they stepped in to help Soul Society. He couldn't say why Kensei and Rose agreed, although he suspected that if he had refused, so would they.
At last Ichigo regained his powers, with the help of everyone in Soul Society, including Shinji himself. It gave him a strange feeling of happiness knowing that Ichigo would always have a bit of his reiatsu floating around in there. It also made him want to tease him about it, implying that everything spectacular that Ichigo did was really a result of Shinji's reiatsu in him.
One afternoon, Shinji was yawning as he leaned back to fall asleep in the garden inside the 5th division barracks, when someone's foot landed directly on his stomach.
"Uphwo!" Shinji grunted, the wind knocked out of him.
Ichigo got up from where he had fallen after stepping on Shinji. "Eh? Oh, Hirako, my bad. I thought the landing was a little bit soft. How are you?"
Shinji glared at him. "You little punk," he rasped, while gaining his breath back. "Where do you get off leaping into people's gardens and stepping on them? And what the hell is 'how are you'?!"
Ichigo smiled disarmingly, holding up his hands. "Like I said, my bad. I was just being chased by-" he stopped suddenly, gazing around warily with one had on Zangetsu. Then he sat back with a sigh of relief. "Nope, I think I lost him."
Shinji grumbled, holding his stomach. "Who?"
"Uh, Senbonzakura. By which I mean Byakuya. I pissed him off pretty bad just now," Ichigo murmured, gazing around again.
Shinji snorted. "Well, not that that's hard to do, but what was it this time?"
Ichigo blushed a bit, and Shinji gathered he was debating with himself on whether or not to be truthful. At length he said, "I kissed Renji."
Shinji's eyebrows rose briefly, absorbing this information. Then he burst out laughing.
Ichigo frowned. "Why is that funny?"
Shinji pounded his knee, trying to control his laughter. "Oh," he sighed, wiping a tear. "That'll do it. Poor Kuchiki, he's so possessive, too. I tell you what you do now, you go and make a pass at Rukia-chan. He'll kill you on the spot. Ha ha ha!"
Ichigo made a withering expression. "Please don't be so cavalier with other people's lives."
Shinji sighed, getting over his fit of laughter. "So. You kissed Kuchiki's beau. Tell me, what exactly were you thinking?"
Ichigo blushed again. He cast his gaze aside. "I wasn't really. I…came here to find out if what I was feeling was real. Turns out it was, but I was too late."
Shinji observed him for a time. "Hm. So you're nuts about Abarai-kun, then." Somehow even as he spoke the words, Shinji felt a surge of anger in the pit of his stomach. But he ignored it.
Ichigo scratched the back of his neck. "Well…not that it much matters. Now I've got to get over him. Or get used to running very fast."
Shinji snorted with laughter again. "Are you free tonight?"
Ichigo blinked. "I guess so, why?"
"Come have some drinks at my place. I'll commiserate with you," though as he said this, he had started chuckling again.
"All right, all right, just stop laughing at me."
Ichigo followed Shinji back to the 5th division captain's quarters, where Shinji set up a low table with two sitting pillows, and supplied them each a bottle of sake. As was the custom, he poured for Ichigo from his own bottle, and Ichigo poured for him from his. Then Shinji grinned.
"To lost loves. Kanpai!" he said, clinking his cup against Ichigo's.
"Kanpai," Ichigo grumbled, but nevertheless he downed his cup.
Shinji raised an eyebrow. "You know, you're technically too young to drink. I assumed with your personality you'd refuse me."
Ichigo sighed. "What's the legal drinking age in Soul Society?"
Shinji thought about it. "I don't know. Actually, there might not be one."
"There you go," Ichigo said, placing his cup before Shinji so he could fill it again.
Shinji smiled, and then observed him interestedly. "He really did a number on you, didn't he?"
Ichigo glanced up with an annoyed expression. "'Really' is probably exaggerating. I only realized I liked him today."
"Hm. And yet I assume that before you liked him, you would have considered yourself to be straight," Shinji said, filling Ichigo's cup.
"I guess. So?"
Shinji scoffed. "So you wouldn't call changing someone's sexuality 'doing a number on them', huh? You're a weird one, Ichigo."
Ichigo considered this for a moment. Then he leaned his head on his hand and swished his sake cup absently. "I wonder if I really liked him that much."
Shinji's gaze flicked up to him at this point, then he cast it away with another scoff, pretending not to have noticed anything. "That, or you're just realizing that you like men," he said, off-handedly. Though, in reality, he was carefully gauging Ichigo's response to this.
Ichigo was not dismissive out of hand, which was a good sign, but Shinji could tell that he was grasping at straws by even suggesting it. Ichigo's heart was still with Renji. Shinji was being irresponsible and a bad friend to suggest anything else. And yet… "Yeah, maybe," Ichigo muttered.
Shinji nearly dropped his cup. "Maybe?" he repeated.
Ichigo sighed. "Byakuya…sort of…did something to me."
Shinji now tightened his grip on his sake cup as his jaw tightened. Kuchiki, that son of a bitch, he thought to himself. "What do you mean by 'something'?"
Ichigo blushed deeply, laying his head down on the table as if he was tired. "He was mad that I tried to kiss Renji. So…"
"So?" Shinji pressed, his fingernails squeaking against the ceramic.
Another sigh. "Well, anyway."
"I didn't hate it. So it got me thinking…maybe it doesn't have to be Renji. Maybe…I need to try it with other men before I know. I don't know. Maybe that's stupid." Though he was able to say this relatively calmly, Ichigo's face continued to get redder as he spoke.
For his part, Shinji could hardly move. He sat watching Ichigo with his mouth agape for what must have been minutes. Eventually, he ran his hand along his chin, trying to appear calm. Then he said, "I think you've concinved me."
"Hm?" Ichigo glanced up.
Shinji slid the table out from in between them, Ichigo protesting since he still had his cup in his hand. Without a word, Shinji took it from him, and downed it.
"Hey!" Ichigo complained.
Without missing a beat, Shinji grabbed Ichigo's face, pressed their lips together and fed Ichigo the sake from his own mouth.
"Mmm!" Ichigo moaned, his voice a toss-up between confusion and getting lost in sensation.
Finally as Ichigo swallowed, Shinji let him go, his tongue leaving a short trail of saliva from Ichigo's mouth to his own. Then he briefly wiped his mouth with his thumb, and removed almost all emotion from his face. "I can't say I'm an expert," Shinji told him. "But I do have some experience wth men. I can tell you what you need to know."
Ichigo stared at him for a moment. Then he lowered his gaze, blushing. "Like what?"
Shinji smirked. "For starters, are you a pitcher or a catcher?"
Ichigo blinked. "What?"
"Do you feel more here," Shinji brushed his fingers along the tip of Ichigo's already half-hard cock. Ichigo shivered. "Or here." He pressed his finger tight against Ichigo's asshole. Ichigo moaned.
Shinji's lip twitched in a self-satisfied expression. "That answers that question."
Shinji pushed Ichigo back onto the floor, lightly feeling up his chest over his shihakusho. Ichigo panted, but he did not fight. Shinji was starting to suspect that Ichigo knew this would happen when he agreed to come.
"Foreplay's not that different between men and women. I'll show you this time, but next time you do this to me, all right?" Shinji said, slowly parting the front of Ichigo's shihakusho.
Ichigo was panting, but the he touched Shinji's shoulders to get his attention. "Hirako…later…can I do you?"
Shinji's eyes widened. A light blush met his cheeks. He considered for a moment. "Uh…yeah. Well, maybe. If you convince me you're good enough. I don't like bottoming much, personally." Having sad this, he pulled Ichigo's clothing off his shoulders and began to suck on his chest.
Ichigo gave a muffled cry, biting his finger to hold back. Shinji's blood was running hot, breathing in Ichigo's scent as he kissed his chest. Unfortunately he smelled something else as he did.
Shinji rose for a moment and stared down at Ichigo. "I could be wrong," he said, trying not to sound angry. "But I could swear there's more than one person's reiatsu on you, Ichigo."
Ichigo blinked up at him and then he blushed, putting a hand over his eyes. "It was…Byakuya's idea…" he murmured.
Shinji gritted his teeth. "What was?"
"He and Renji both…"
Shinji's eyes widened. He tore off the remainder of Ichigo's clothes, against only mild protest, and spread his thighs far apart. Ichigo was obviously inexperienced, because he whimpered and covered his package with his hands, embarrassed.
Shinji tried to remain calm as he looked at Ichigo's slightly red hole, and slowly stuck his finger inside. Ichigo moaned, removing one hand from his parts to cover his face. Slowly, Shinji drew his finger back out. Sure enough, it came away with dripping, white fluid. Shinji's hand trembled as he rubbed it between his fingers. From the reiatsu, he could tell it was Renji's.
"Kuchiki didn't come inside you?" he demanded, with soft anger.
Ichigo shook his head, still hiding his face with embarrassment.
"Did he do anything else to you?"
Ichigo trembled, but eventually said, "Just…my mouth…"
Hirako clenched his fists. Then he suddenly snatched Ichigo up in his arms. Ichigo yelped in surprise, but he didn't fight him.
"Hirako…" he said in confusion. "What's the matter? What are you…"
Shinji took him into the bathroom, and gently deposited him in the tub, then turned on the shower while they were both inside it. They both jumped a bit at the initial coldness of the water, then Shinji began ravaging Ichigo with kisses again. Ichigo moaned against his lips. Shinji then removed his own clothes, now sopping wet, and moved his hands over Ichigo's body without breaking the kiss.
Finally Ichigo regained his breath and murmured softly, "Hirako…why…"
"Shut up," Shinji growled, and stole another kiss from him, this time, licking the roof of his mouth as his lips left him. "I'm getting their scent off you."
Ichigo shivered, but his body was nicely reacting to Shinji's affections. Once they were both undressed, Ichigo starting holding on to Shinji as they kissed. "Hirako…" he murmured.
Shinji caressed Ichigo's body with care, noting all the places where Ichigo had gained muscle. He had to hold back from kissing every single one. Then he kissed Ichigo's neck briefly and said, "Turn around."
Ichigo blushed, his eyes hazy with lust, and placed his hands on the back wall. Amid the flowing water, Hirako knelt down in front of Ichigo's ass. He squeezed it evocatively, causing Ichigo to tremble and moan. Then he parted Ichigo's cheeks to get a better look at his hole. He cursed. It wasn't torn, but it was red. It must have stung when Renji came in him. Much though he had no desire to lick Renji's cum, he knew delicacy was necessary, so he softly licked Ichigo's hole.
Ichigo's hands slid down the wall as he moaned. He looked back lustily to see Shinji's face as he did this, blushing but observant. Hirako dug his tongue around inside of him, causing sweet moans and making Ichigo's hips tremble. When he had removed as much as he could that way, he stood and kissed the back of Ichigo's neck, while mildly massaging his entrance with his fingers. Ichigo's eyes were closed and he was panting. Obviously he wasn't in any pain, so Shinji continued.
He reached for a bottle of moisturizing body wash, which he brought with him from the human world, and started to massage Ichigo's back.
"Ahh…" Ichigo sighed. "That feels good, Hirako…"
Shinji blushed a bit, enjoying the sensation of Ichigo's muscles beneath his hands. But he was amazed at Ichigo's receptiveness. He always pegged him for a bit of a prude.
"Say, Ichigo," Shinji murmured, moving his soapy touch around to Ichigo's chest. "How come you're so embarrassed around women, but you're fine now?"
Ichigo's eyes opened and he blushed. "Well…I don't know. Because we're both men? Maybe…" Then he pouted. "And I'm not always embarrassed."
Shinji chuckled. "No, only when you're reminded that they have breasts."
Shinji was happy enough to comply, not wanting to waste any time that he could be spending inside Ichigo's tight ass. He hurried his actions of cleaning Ichigo's body. Then, with one soapy hand, he started massaging Ichigo's hole again. Ichigo gasped, and his hips moved gently to meet Shinji's touch.
"This might sting a bit," he mumbled. "But I can't stand thinking someone else had you before me, even if it's true."
Ichigo briefly looked back in surprise, then Shinji's fingers entered him one at a time, and he trembled and bit back a small amount of pain. After a few moments, Ichigo's body started to relax, and Shinji was able to clean out his insides. This done, he made sure to rinse out all the soap, and blushed a bit as he was able to see inside Ichigo briefly. Then he turned off the tap.
Without bothering to dry off, Shinji silently led Ichigo to his bed. They kissed some more, then Shinji got up briefly to rummage around inside his cupboards. He returned with a bottle of lube and set it on the bedside table. Then he smirked and sat down behind Ichigo, pulling him inside his lap. This was one of Shinji's favorite positions.
Ichigo's body temperature had started to rise again, and his cock was twitching. Shinji felt up his chest as he took his time kissing his neck, and this time all he could smell was Ichigo and soap. Some of his anger from before settled down. It was at this point that, at the back of his mind, he started to wonder why the hell he cared so much who Ichigo slept with. He slowly began to give some affection to Ichigo's cock. Ichigo let his head fall back against Shinji's shoulder, moaning appreciatively.
Shinji thoroughly enjoyed this for a while, then he picked up the lube. He turned over the bottle and let it drip down all of Ichigo's parts. Ichigo shivered, his voice growing louder. Shinji smirked; he loved noisy men. He rubbed the lube all over Ichigo's cock and balls, then massaged it generously into his hole. Ichigo's hips were starting to twitch involuntarily. Because of him having been stretched earlier in the day, Shinji was easily able to get two fingers in. He had just inserted a third when there was a cacophonous noise, and the door to his bedroom burst open.
"ICHIGO!" A grinning Zaraki Kenpachi stormed in, looking around. He stopped. He took in the scene before him.
Ichigo and Shinji were both shocked into silence.
"Kenpachi!" Ichigo murmured. Then he covered his bright red face with a whine. Shinji growled.
"Zaraki!" he roared. "What the hell are you doing here?! No don't answer, just get the fuck out!"
Zaraki eyed them idly for a moment. Then a wicked grin crept across his scarred face. "Heh. Well what do you know. I just felt Ichigo's reiatsu so I followed it, thinking I'd get a fight out of it, but…heh." To Shinji's dismay, he then knelt down in front of them, eyeing Shinji's fingers inside Ichigo. "So Ichigo likes cocks, huh? You shoulda told me sooner, haha."
With that, he gripped Ichigo's cock, which had started to wither upon his entrance. Ichigo gasped, and with Zaraki's touch, it started to harden again. Shinji gritted his teeth. "You bastard, Zaraki. Can you not see that we're busy?"
"Hm?" Zaraki grunted. He was still powerfully stroking Ichigo's cock, causing Ichigo to twitch and moan. "Looks like Ichigo doesn't mind."
"I fucking mind!"
Zaraki suddenly swallowed Ichigo's cock, easily fitting the whole thing in his mouth.
"Aahh!" Ichigo cried. He wrapped his hands around Zaraki's head. "Ahh…Kenpachi…!" he moaned sweetly.
Shinji stared at this for a while. He snarled. "Son of a bitch," he grumbled. "I'm not touching your cock, Zaraki."
Zaraki briefly removed Ichigo's cock from his mouth with a smirk. "You're not my type. If you did that, I'd cut your hand off." Then he swallowed Ichigo again. He seemed to be doing this for fun, rather than for Ichigo's benefit. He wasn't moving much, just licking and sucking. But Ichigo wasn't complaining.
Shinji reluctantly resumed his task of widening Ichigo's hole. Ichigo had started shuddering, seemingly loosing himself in all the stimulation. Abruptly, Ichigo reached his hand up. He touched Shinji's cheek. Shinji's heart jumped into his throat.
Barely holding back his moans Ichigo said, "Hirako…can I suck you?"
Shinji felt himself blushing, and his cock hardening against Ichigo's hips. He tried to look nonchalant as he said, "I suppose."
They changed positions, Shinji lying back diagonally from Ichigo, who turned on his side so he could suck Shinji while Zaraki was still sucking him. Ichigo was moaning as he licked the tip of Shinji's cock. Shinji sighed pleasantly, letting his head fall back as he supported his weight on his elbows.
Suddenly, Ichigo cried out. Shinji looked down worriedly, seeing that Zaraki had started finger-fucking Ichigo. He growled. I'll get him back for this, he vowed to himself. Ichigo continued to suck Shinji in spite of all he was feeling; he seemed to enjoy it. Shinji found himself blushing again. Ichigo's drool was dripping down his balls in a very pleasant way. Then, Shinji looked down again as he felt something strange.
Without warning, Ichigo inserted a finger inside him. Shinji gasped. This was trouble. The truth was, the reason he didn't like being the bottom was not that he didn't feel good. Quite the opposite. Shinji liked being the dominant partner, but when he was being fucked, he lost the ability to control the situation, becoming instead a mewling kitten. Thus, he was slightly panicked when Ichigo started to finger him, knowing that soon he wouldn't be able to resist wanting more.
"Ah…Ichigo," he murmured. "That's…not fair…"
Ichigo's lusty eyes flicked up to him, gleaming with desire. His attractive face was flushed, and as Shinji watched, he saw his own cock distending Ichigo's cheek. Shinji groaned and put a hand over his eyes.
"Damn it," he murmured. He grabbed the lube and tossed it to Ichigo. "You'd better be a good fuck, Ichigo."
Ichigo stared at him wantonly for a moment, then he swallowed. He bent down, and thrust his tongue inside of Shinji. Shinji bit his lip, holding back a moan. He honestly wished Ichigo wasn't that good, that way he could control himself. Of course, his cock and his ass disagreed with that desire.
Ichigo made lascivious faces and he fucked Shinji with his tongue. Presently, he removed his tongue and poured the lube over Shinji. Shinji shivered. Ichigo slowly inserted one finger inside of him. Shinji breathed through the initial discomfort, although personally it had never been that bad for him. Especially in times like this, when his cock was aching for release and his mind filled with Ichigo. Plus, Ichigo had resumed sucking him off while his fingers explored Shinji's insides.
Shinji had stopped being able to hide his panting by the time Ichigo added a second finger. To make it even harder for him to control himself, Zaraki had apparently found Ichigo's prostate and was teasing it every once in a while as the whim struck him. Ichigo's tongue started lolling out as he tasted Shinji.
Ichigo added a third finger, and it was at this point that his fingers brushed Shinji's prostate. Shinji's hips thrust up involuntarily, and he bit down on his knuckle to keep from crying out. Ichigo stared at him. Without waiting to widen Shinji out any further, he left Zaraki's affections and drove himself into Shinji's ass.
Shinji gasped. Then he panted and gripped Ichigo's shoulders. "Ichigo…you…dick," he murmured. "Be more patient…"
Ichigo breathlessly kissed him and murmured, "Sorry, Hirako. I don't know why…you're so sexy…" He licked the side of Shinji's face like a remorseful puppy. Shinji felt his heart melting.
He held Ichigo close. "Just be gentle," he said.
In reality, Ichigo's sudden entrance had surprised him, but he wasn't feeling any pain in particular. He was just hoping Ichigo would move slowly and them cum fast, so he wouldn't see Shinji coming undone. Unfortunately, something interrupted Shinji's plans.
It was his own fault, in a way, completely forgetting Zaraki Taichou's presence. But Zaraki seemed to have gotten either jealous or bored, because he reminded both of them very plainly that he was still there.
Shinji first saw Ichigo's eyes widen. His cock inside him first softened and then began to go painfully stiff. Ichigo lifted his head, his voice caught in his throat. Then Zaraki slid the final inches in and Ichigo practically screamed, a mix of pain and pleasure. Shinji gaped; Zaraki had entered him from behind without a word, but the most shocking thing was his size. Shinji knew this, not only from the vague shape of the base which he could barely see through Ichigo's legs, but by the very noticeable bulge in Ichigo's stomach. He stared.
He was at a loss for words for a moment, as Ichigo twitched and drooled over him, caught between pleasure and pain. Then he rounded his attention on Zaraki. "Are you crazy?! You're going to kill him!"
Zaraki grinned. "That's not giving Ichigo much credit. If anybody can take me and still enjoy it, I'm sure he can."
Shinji was horrified, but when he looked up, Ichigo had started to look more normal, dully touching his stomach. "Jesus…" he murmured.
"Are you okay, Ichigo?"
He was still breathing heavily. "I…don't know…fuck…he's…filling me up…"
Zaraki chuckled. "What's the verdict, Hirako? Is he still hard?"
Shinji blinked up at him and then flushed, realizing he was right. Not only was Ichigo still hard, but he seemed to have gotten bigger. "You're nuts, Zaraki," Shinji murmured.
"Some might say that's my appeal," Zaraki replied with a wicked grin. Then he drew back, and slowly impaled Ichigo again.
Ichigo was twitching violently, seemingly unable to think for a while. Shinji was starting to get hot just looking at him. Much though he was hating Zaraki at this moment, he was starting to wonder what it felt like to be shafted by that monstrous thing.
Then Ichigo's gasps and moans began to tell him. As Ichigo got used to Zaraki's length, he started weakly moving his hips inside of Shinji. Shinji gasped, biting his lip. But Ichigo's weak thrusts were just the start. After a few minutes of this peaceful fucking, Zaraki chuckled to himself and decided to change the pace.
He pounded Ichigo hard once. Ichigo threw back his head with a gasp. Unfortunately for Shinji, the reverberation from that thrust also slammed Ichigo's cock inside him, hard. He trembled and tried desperately to hold back his voice. But another thrust came, and now Shinji and Ichigo both yelled loudly.
"Aahhh…ahh…Hirako…" Ichigo murmured, dully. Shinji could see a small trail of drool coming out the corner of his mouth.
Shinji was losing control. "Ichigo…" he murmured. Then he bit back his pride. "Damn it…fuck me harder…"
Ichigo stared at him, but then a thrust from Zaraki made him lose coherent thought. "Ahhh…ahhh!" he cried. "It feels too good…I'm going crazy…Kenpachi…"
Zaraki chuckled. He grabbed Ichigo by the neck and spoke in his ear. "That'll teach you to say another man's name while my dick is inside you," he said, then sank his teeth into Ichigo's neck.
Shinji was started to get frustrated. "You ass, Zaraki…" he murmured. "I want to cum…"
Zaraki observed him for a moment, absently moving his hips as he did. He smirked. "Okay then."
"Okay then?" Shinji murmured in confusion. What was okay?
Zaraki whispered something in Ichigo's ear, which caused his whole body to tense up as he moaned slightly. Then Zaraki got a firm grip on his hips, and started slamming his cock inside him over and over.
Ichigo was losing it, barely managing to stay conscious from all the stimulation. Shinji would have been mesmerized by this dull, lustfull expression on Ichigo's face, but he had no more room for coherent thought. Somehow, though he couldn't imagine how he could have done this on purpose, Zaraki was fucking Ichigo at such an angle to where Ichigo's rock-hard cock was pounding Shinji's prostate on every thrust.
Shinji screamed his pleasure, covering his eyes with his hands because that was the only way he could hide it. The rest of his body was awash with lust, and he only wished that it was just Ichigo causing him all this pleasure. True to his own expectations, it only took about two minutes of this before…
"Aaaahh!" Shinji cried, arching his back and gripping onto Ichigo's hips with his fingers. His own cum sprayed his chest liberally, as Ichigo and Zaraki both paused to let him finish. He breathed in gasps for long afterward. He gazed down at his own, spent cock, Ichigo's cock still shoved deep inside him, and the faint trace of pressure on the inside of Ichigo's stomach. His body continued to twitch against his will.
"Hi…hirako…" Ichigo mumbled, reaching out to touch his face.
Before he could, Zaraki started pounding Ichigo again. Ichigo's voice had become desperate, and even though Shinji wished he was the one causing these expressions, he couldn't stop looking at Ichigo. Plus, he was still feeling the pleasure of Ichigo thrusts inside him, and was still moaning a bit himself.
Ichigo started mumbling incoherently, out of which Shinji could only pick up Zaraki's name. Then Shinji happened to glance at Zaraki, and he could swear he saw an evil idea creeping into his thoughts. All of a sudden, Zaraki removed his hands which had been holding onto Ichigo's arms from behind, and placed them on Shinji's hips.
Shinji gasped, psychologically disgusted that Zaraki was touching him, but still very excited physically, especially from the sheer size of Zaraki's hands, which could almost have encircled his whole waist. He caught Zaraki's eye, as the other man grinned down at him. He had a bad feeling.
Zaraki's hands tightened on his waist, and at the same time that he was thrusting forward, he yanked Shinji toward his own waist so that Ichigo was caught in the middle. Ichigo gasped, looking panicked by the sheer amount of sensation. Even Shinji had to moan.
Zaraki chuckled and performed this move five or six more times, then said to Ichigo, "How's that? You held out pretty long. You must be gagging to cum by now."
Ichigo moaned with a blank look on his face, too much in pleasure to even respond.
"Go ahead and cum. Fill up this guy's ass while I'm filling up yours."
Ichigo's eyes widened. Just from these words, he gasped, began to twitch, and then Shinji felt Ichigo's hot cum flowing into him. He let out one last trembling moan. Ichigo twitched above him, utterly overtaken by the feelings still coursing through him. Both he and Shinji were totally drained, and in that brief moment they both forgot about Zaraki once again.
He chuckled. "Good work," he said, and at that moment Ichigo met Shinji's eyes with a trace of panic.
Zaraki grabbed both of Ichigo's arms again like reins, making the angle, if possible, even deeper. Ichigo's voice rang out, and Shinji tried not to get turned on by this incredible scene. Ichigo's cock was still hard inside him. He clutched his chest, trying to stay calm.
Luckily, Zaraki had already been close by the time Ichigo came. He pounded Ichigo's ass hard for only about a minute, and then grasped Ichigo around the middle and poured his cum inside him. As Ichigo twitched and moaned helplessly, Zaraki sighed pleasantly. Finally, he gave in and slipped out of Ichigo. After him, since Ichigo's hole was nice and wide now, dripped a huge amount of cum. Ichigo remained there for only a moment, twitching. Eventually, he collapsed on top of Shinji. Shinji closed his eyes, feeling suddenly exhausted.
Zaraki, who'd remained fully clothed the whole time, used one of Shinji's tissues to wipe his cock and then stood and fixed his shihakusho as if nothing had happened. He grinned down at the pair, who were still in the throes of sex-induced comas.
"I guess you won't be interested in a fight today, Ichigo. But your ass is the best. Come and find me any time. Oh, you weren't a major turn-off either, overbite," Zaraki added, laughing.
If Shinji had had a scrap of energy, he would have made a real attempt on Zaraki's life at that point. Instead, he merely grumbled. "I fucking hate you. Go and kill something already."
Zaraki laughed from his belly and then strolled out.
It was a few moments before Ichigo stirred on top of Shinji. Shinji suddenly felt horrible that he'd allowed Zaraki to do that to an amateur. "Are you okay?" he asked.
Ichigo sighed, heavily, still not ready to get up yet. "Sort of," he murmured.
"Does it hurt?"
Ichigo considered for a moment. "Kind of numb. But it's not that."
Shinji frowned. "It's not? What is it, then?"
Ichigo slowly rose up on his elbows and he met Shinji's gaze with a slightly troubled expression. And then he said, "Thing is…based on what just happened, I'm still not sure if I'm a pitcher or a catcher."
Shinji blinked. Seconds ticked by. Then he covered his face with an exhausted sigh. "Why am I surprised? I guess Zaraki was right, you're pretty durable."
"Well, I try." Ichigo yawned a bit, and then nestled himself back into a comfortable position on top of Shinji. "Sorry, I'm going to fall asleep in a second. If you don't want me here, you're going to have to move me yourself."
Shinji closed his eyes. "Even if I didn't, I don't think I'm going anywhere for a while either."
"Okay," Ichigo said, starting to sound sleepy. "Hey. Thanks for the lesson."
Shinji raised an eyebrow a bit, his eyes still closed. Well, he wasn't thrilled with that phrasing, but he was much too tired to argue. "Sure."