One-Shot Library

Notes: Ichimaru, Ryu and Izori are all mine. Naoto, the cute sweet heart, is not mine. He belongs to peachlikeprince, who has an account here. She and I no longer talk, but I don't think she'll have a problem with me posting this since I wrote it solo~

Anyway! Please enjoy!

Warnings: Semi-non-con, spanking

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"Mouu.. Izo-kuuunn, Ryuuu-kuuunnn.."

".. What the... Are you still moping?"

"N-no, of course not.."

Purple curtains turned into a blur of color as they were suddenly pushed aside to be replaced with a rather large swordsman. "Bullshit!" The blue eyed spirit spat back, pointing an accusing finger at the fussy, slim boy on his incarnate's bed. "You've been in his bed ever since he and Ryuuichi left for that business thing!"

"I-I have not!" Pink, pouty lips turned downwards in a soft frown as he looked over the more mature version of one of his boyfriends. Naoto hugged Izori's pillow to him tighter and turned over onto his other side so that he didn't need to look at Ichimaru.

"...." Ichimaru's lips thinned in annoyance and dark blue eyes narrowed with a stormy, annoyed shadow hazing them over. "Oi! Quit sulking, damnit! And look at me when I'm talking to you!" The tanned spirit was only replied to with a soft whine, Ichimaru huffed in response and began to turn around. "Fine. Sulk. Do whatever you like."

".. It's just that.. they're gone so often." Naoto finally managed to choke out in embarassment. "I.. It's been forever since we've all even slept together.."

".. Sex? You're worried about the sex?"

Naoto quickly shot up into a siting position, face flushed a deep red as he took his turn pointing at the other. "Not THAT kind of sleeping together, you pervert!" The teen pouted darkly and squished the pillow to his chest with an annoyed murmur. "I just feel like I'm not doing anything useful.."

"Oh shut the hell up. You do plenty for them while they're home." Ichimaru crossed well muscled arms over a matching chest and frowned boredly at the other. "They doing this to get you guys this amazing apartment, you know. You're getting older and this place isn't cutting it anymore. Since they're more or less business partners and have to deal with the same people, they go together to get it done quicker. So why are you complaining?"

"..." With a wibbling lip, Naoto flopped back down on the bed they shared and finally sighed. "I know.. I just.. want to do something good for them, too."

Ichimaru shrugged, "Apparently you being a prude and not letting me fuck the hell out of Kami is enough good for them."

Naoto frowned once again and muttered, "He's a cat.. You can't keep having sex with a cat. Just because I know that's bad, it doesn't make me a prude.."

The dark haired spirit grinned and gave his own crotch a light hearted pat. "As long as it feels human and gets me off, who cares? Kami is human enough for now, so it's not like it's bad. You should try him out, he likes being topped and licking. You need more practice with being a seme anyway, righ---"

"Shut up! Jeez!"

Ichimaru easily side stepped a pillow being thrown his way and then took a step forward. "What? You wanna stay uke forever?" He leaned over the bed and Naoto, hands placed neatly on either side of the boy's body. "We might as well just cut off your cock, it's not like you ever use it."

"W-WHAT?! Hey!! Don't be so rude, you jerk!" Naoto raised a slim leg to kick Ichimaru away with, but it was only caught and pinned down as the larger male shifted to stradle Naoto's legs. Honey-colored eyes narrowed at the man and he squirme
determindedly. "Get off me, Ichimaru."

The older of the two didn't even bother with responding verbally. He simply brought a hand to each side of Naoto's cute, pinstriped shorts... And ripped them down the sides.

"...!!! Ryu made those for me! What are you thinking?!" Naoto sputtered out as the cool of the room licked at his bare hips and mostly bare legs, leaving him to shiver beneath Ichimaru's weight.

"I'm thinking we're going to put your cock to good use, that's what I'm thinking."

"Wh-what I do or don't do with my penis isn't your b-business!" The little brunette squirmed desperately, trying to get away from the none too sweet incarnate of Izori. The only reason they were even partially similar was because of their looks, and even that was pushing it! There was no way this perverted, smoking jerk was Izori in another life!

"It is when you're in my reincarnate's house with it!" The man snipped back, giving Naoto a firm smack on the hip. A little mewl of pain rang out in the room, and Ichimaru grinned in triumph as Naoto silenced himself after that. "Spanking's effective, huh?"

Naoto frowned at the older spirit, a heavy red tint flushing over his cheeks as he did so. "I'm not a little kid you can just spank!" Of course, it seemed that as soon as the words had escaped his pouty little lips, Ichimaru was already sitting down on the bed and pulling Naoto over his lap.

With wide eyes, Naoto found himself laid over Ichimaru's lap, staring down at the floor... And then it came.

SMACK

"A-AHN!"

"...~ Ehehehehehe." Ichimaru grinned down at the little victim in his lap who's soft, pale bottom was already glowing a soft, abused pink from just one good spank.

With a little whimper, Naoto tried to get up, but was only rewarded with another sharp slap against his behind. "Nnnh!" Naoto had been able to atleast clench his teeth shut as he cried out, which muted some of the pitiful whining the painful smacks illicited from him.

Ichimaru wasn't going to allow the other to ruin his fun, though. Perversely skilled fingers pried the boys mouth open, with just his free hand, of course. Keeping two fingers in the boy's mouth, Naoto couldn't close his mouth to mute his sounds, and if he dared to bite down.. It'd be horrible for him~

"Now cry, Nao-chan~ You'll feel better after you do~" The smoker's soft, kind coos were only a trick, one that wasn't even all that successful. As he spoke, Naoto had trembled in fear.. And for good reason. Ichimaru's hand had once again raised, only to land across the soft, partially abused bottom once again.

Again and again, Ichimaru came down on Naoto's pale bottom, turning in a bright, strawberry red. Each cruel smack came down so hard that Naoto's petite frame was pushed forward just a little, only to rock back and recieve the next hit.

Soon, though.. Cries of pain melted into silence, and then soft, embarassed little mmn's and ahn~'s of pleasure.

Ichimaru's cruel hand finally slowed, only coming down on the bare bottom occasionally, which he seemed to prefer to softly pet over now. Nao, lost in a sea of pain, endorphins and a now gentle hand against a sore bottom, stared blankly down at the floor with hazed, watery eyes.

"What's the matter, kid..~?" He purred out as he gently pet. Naoto murmured something incoherent and softly squirmed forward, successfully pressing just the tip of a very hard arousal against Ichimaru's leg. The man grinned in triumph - he'd already known what he was going to get when he did this, but it was even better to finally feel it. "Ohoho~ So you actually do still use your cock, hm~? You want me to take care of that?"

"Y-Yes, pl-please.. I.. I need.."

"You need..?"

Naoto's hands gently clenched and he rubbed a flushed cheek against Ichimaru's cheek, "Please.. My cock.. I-I want to use it.." The boy's voice was soft and meek, but his body was begging and straining for the other's touch. It wasn't Ryu, it wasn't Izori.. But god.. When Ichimaru pet him gently, he could feel Izori's influence on the other's behavior, even if it wasn't perfectly exact.

"Mmm..~ That's what I want to hear." Ichimaru grinned as he picked the shivering boy up, setting the small framed teen on his knees so that they faced each other. As to be expected, when Ichimaru let his hands leave the teen for just a moment so that he could undo his pants enough to let them slip off his waist and free his length, Naoto sat there obediently.

The black haired man pointed down at his stiff cock and raised a 'brow at Naoto as he grinned dirtily. "See that? Take it in you. Every inch, boy." His voice was firm, but no where near as cruel as it could have been.

Naoto took a small, deep breath and slowly leaned forward to wrap hesitant arms around the other's neck, as he carefully moved himself forward, he gave a small murmur of pleasure. The cool air on his abused little ass felt surprisingly good..

"Heh, feels good, doesn't it? Like ice on a burn~" Ichimaru placed a strong hand on the other's lower back, helping the other guide himself down carefully. He could already feel the tip of his cock pressing against Naoto's willing, hot entrance, and Naoto himself shivered in anticipation against the larger man's chest.

The brunette's eyes fluttered shut as a mewled out moan passed through softly parted, pouted lips. It'd been a while since he'd had sex, but his body was ready and as he pushed down onto what felt like his lover's sex, he moaned out in honest bliss. "I-Izori..~"

Normally, Ichimaru would have been pissed off enough to beat the conciousness out of whoever dared to murmur another's name while they were being intimate... But Ichimaru honestly didn't care. He didn't even like the boy; he just wanted the pleasure of knowing Naoto would forever be mortified around him and even more skittish than he already was.

No thoughts floating between the two lasted long, though. Naoto, well practiced and happy to please himself, had already started to set the pace. Slim hips rose and fell, rocking a rosy red bottom against the hot, hard erection that pushed inside of him effortlessly. Ichimaru was sexy and dark, a bad boy in his own way.. Quite often Naoto had admired in secret, but all he could think of now was the younger, sweeter counter part to the two.

"Izori... Izori.." Naoto panted out, mindless and lost in his sex induced daze.

"Nngh... God.. Naoto.." Came the low, growled out response. Ichimaru's hands firmly held the boy's slim hips, forcing the other down even harder, making the heated slap of skin ring out even louder in the room. Forceful hips continued to buck up into the tight, warm body, and Naoto met each with a loud moan.

"Izoriii..~" Desperate lips soon found Ichimaru's in an unexpected kiss, and Naoto hugged himself tighter to the man as he began to let the other take over with the actual sex while he dominated the kiss. Lips were locked, and Naoto's tongue begged for attention with soft, almost loving laps and tastes. Purring into the kiss, Naoto's hands traced over the man's chest, and he happily rocked down and back on a demanding cock.

Everything was a blur for Naoto from then on and just how many times he had moaned his real lover's name that night was a mystery to him. Even as he began to give into sleep while he rested exhausted, breathless and all too full to be comfortable, the sandy haired boy had been convinced that this was really his lover, not an imitation.