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Don't Piss off The PA	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 5865 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Don’t Piss of the Personal Assistant
Fandom: Avengers/Bleach
Characters: Ichigo, M’Baku, T’Challa, Tony, Loki
Chapter: 13
Word count: 2376
Warnings: sex between three consenting adults
AN: Got to love these once a week postings! I need to decide a few things about my mini stories soon but I’ll update you guys on twitter about that (SLStrailo is my tag guys).

I just need to do some things.

But for now, enjoy.

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Ichigo smiled in amusement as the dinner finally broke up. Okeyo left them with a look thrown over one shoulder as Tony and Loki shared a look, disappearing to Tony’s room. Tony promised that Ichigo would see them before they left the next day.

Ichigo gazed at the two men over the edge of his wine glass, catching the darkening eyes that were looking at him from M’Baku as the man smirked and shifted in his seat. Putting his cup down, having only drunk about half of the wine that had been a gift from Tony, he crossed his legs and wiped a droplet of the wine from his bottom lip. “Are we going to sit here for the rest of the night? Or will you show me where you will take me?” he asked lowly.

T’Challa smirked, standing, and walked around to pull out Ichigo’s chair, offering his hand to the other man. Ichigo took the king’s hand and stood, tucking his hand into the crook of one strong arm. He walked with them towards T'Challa's bedroom, enjoying the leisurely pace. Stepping into the bedroom, he took a moment to gaze at the beautiful features of the room and furniture.

“My father enjoyed carving when he was not training for his place as King, and later, in meetings, training, or seeing his various duties,” T’Challa said as he watched Ichigo stroke a hand over a low sitting dresser. “He actually created the entire bedroom set that I got when I was sixteen, and I doubt that I will ever need to get rid of it or replace it.”

“He carved protective magic into the wood,” Ichigo hummed. T’Challa smirked, not at all surprised that Ichigo had felt the magic of the wood and the anchors. He walked up behind the lean young man and pulled him close, leaning down to brush his lips against Ichigo’s ear.

“Are you absolutely sure that you wish to spend the night in our bed. We are not promising you anything beyond a lovely time and a deeper friendship,” T’Challa hummed, feeling Ichigo relax in his arms.

Ichigo chuckled as he turned and slid his hands up and over his biceps. “I am sure. I’m not looking for anything more right now,” he replied. He got a small smile from the older man. “Now, what are you two planning on doing to me?” he asked.

M’Baku chuckled as he dug around in a dresser drawer, pulling out a box of condoms with two sizes and a jar of something that Ichigo figured was a lubricant. “I thought that we would share T’Challa tonight. At least this first time. He would be in you...and I would be in him,” he purred.

Ichigo smiled at that, pressing his lips to T’Challa’s collarbone, feeling him shiver in anticipation at the words from the other man. “I would enjoy that actually,” he hummed, pulling away from the bit of skin that he had been teasing. “Let me introduce you to a simple yukata and how it works,” he drawled.

He turned so that he was facing away from them, pulling his braid-crimped hair over his shoulder, and tugging at the obi that was holding the yukata closed. He folded the piece of fabric over as the yukata gaped, placing it to the side. He then pulled the yukata off his shoulders, folding it as the two men watched, T’Challa pulling his top over his head.

“Now, mind you, a day to day kimono does have more layers than that of a yukata,” he drawled as he folded the yukata and placed it aside, leaving him in just his underwear. His boy-cut panties were cream against his skin as he turned with a raised eyebrow. He smirked when M’Baku stalked towards him, reaching out and gently tugging him into the large body, leaning down to kiss him.

T’Challa smirked as M’Baku drugged Ichigo with kisses and touches, tugging off his simplistic clothes. He and M’Baku had changed into loose pants and tunic shirts for the dinner, that decision was proving to be a good thing. He was hard, straining against the front of his pants as he watched dark hands slid over cream skin, playing with the band of Ichigo’s panties as M’Baku slowly broke the kiss, licking his lips.

Ichigo hummed, leaning into the broad body before him as he licked his lips, eyes hazy and cheeks flushed. “Damn,” he purred, getting a chuckle from the other man. T’Challa smirked and pulled him away from M’Baku to let the other man undress, winking at his lover.

M’Baku chuckled as Ichigo pressed against T’Challa, back to chest, the two turning to watch him with avid eyes as he undressed before them. “Why is it you invite me to your bed when you have all of that gracing it?” Ichigo asked T’Challa as his eyes trailed over M’Baku’s body. His eyes watched as more and more rich dark skin was exposed to him.

T’Challa chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to a spot low on Ichigo’s neck before brushing his lips over the same spot, just teasing. “Because we do enjoy having someone new in our bed on occasion,” he drawled. “And you have long proven to us that you an amazingly sensual being in all of the best ways. And sexy without thinking about it. In the last year and a half that we have been talking, we have often discussed asking you to join us. But nothing too concrete until now,” he explained.

M’Baku pushed his pants and underclothes down over his hips and down his legs, kicking them to the side. “Speaking with you in various ways and at various times made us think that you would not be against coming to bed with us,” he said.

Ichigo opened his mouth to answer, but the words died when he gasped, feeling T’Challa reaching down to cup his groin and slowly rub in a gentle circle. He groaned and rocked back into the hard cock that was pressed up against his back.

M’Baku rumbled in appreciation, watching the way his lover nipped and sucked along the offered shoulders and neck, bringing up new marks. T’Challa looked up at him with a smirk as his hands pulled down Ichigo’s panties enough to let them fall to the floor. Ichigo kicked them off, glad that his cock wasn’t restricted anymore, and eyed M’Baku’s prick.

He idly wondered if they would have enough energy and time to see how M’Baku would feel inside of him.

T’Challa chuckled against his neck, hands sliding over his stomach. “Focus, Ichigo,” he drawled in one ear, his own eyes flicking up to M’Baku. His eyes were completely black with his lust. M’Baku smirked at them and walked over to the bed, leaning up against the headboard. Ichigo moaned, looking over his shoulder at T’Challa.

M’Baku chuckled and patted his thigh. “Come, little one, and sit upon my lap. I wish to play with you before T’Challa takes you,” the man growled.

Ichigo snorted but smiled and walked over. “Just because I’m not built like a damn tank…” he teased as he walked. T’Challa and M’Baku rumbled out with laughter as he slid over to perch on M’Baku’s thighs, his own legs spread wide.

“Yes, but we rather like that fact,” T’Challa drawled, his hands coming to curl around Ichigo’s waist. He stroked his thumbs over the jut of hip bones before he reached up to tug the soft hair free from the ponytail.

Ichigo huffed at him. “One thing about long hair is that it does get in the way,” he warned.

T’Challa eyed the locks before he braided the hair back loosely. “There, it is now out of the way,” he drawled, pulling away and lounging back on the bed to watch Ichigo and M’Baku play with each other.

Ichigo smirked at him before turning back to M’Baku, teasing the man as he was teased, hands finding spots that drew out lovely sounds. As Ichigo rocked, their cocks slid together, making him groan and slide a hand down to brush his fingers over the man’s length. He chuckled at the groan as he reached down to curl his fingers around the hard length, giving it a slow stroke.

“Are you going to stretch me, or will I have to do it for you?” he husked, lowering his head to nip at a nipple with a need filled look. His eyes flicked to the side and caught T’Challa with three fingers already buried in his own ass, his other hand holding his cock in a tight grip as he watched them. “It looks like T’Challa has started.”

M’Baku groaned as he looked over, his hands reaching down to cup Ichigo’s ass and give it a squeeze. He reached out and grabbed the jar of lubricant, tipping it over onto his fingers. He rubbed his fingers together, slicking them before bringing them to the other man’s hole, rubbing over the twitching hole. Ichigo groaned and rocked back into the teasing fingers, eyes fluttering in delight at the firm strokes.

He sighed, licking his lips as M’Baku worked a slick finger into him, groaning at the tightness around his fingers. The large man grunted, amazed at how tight their slighter lover was and how easily his body relaxed, opening around his fingers and getting a second finger in before spreading them apart. Ichigo rolled his hips into the fingers, hands laying on M’Baku’s pecs as he pushed back in encouragement.

Ichigo had always loved playing with another person, having gone for the larger of his friends when the urge struck. But since moving to America, he had slept with exactly no one, only his hand and one of the toys that Tony had sent to him with a note about having a week off to get happy with his bad self. Thus having broad fingers pressing into him, opening and pressing and stroking, was very much making him want to get to the next part sooner rather than later.

“Damn,” he breathed out. T’Challa chuckled as he shifted around to pull M’Baku’s fingers from him and settling him onto his knees next to the large man, draping himself over Ichigo at the whine.

“Do not worry, you will be filled,” he promised, pressing a kiss to one exposed ear as dazed brown eyes gazed over his shoulder. They both shivered when a large hand slid between them, grasping T’Challa’s cock and pressed the tip to Ichigo’s slicked and stretched hole, slicking T’Challa in the process. Ichigo groaned when the man was pressed forward, his prick spreading him as he slid in as far as he could.

T’Challa let out a shaky breath as he shifted so that he could press a hand against the headboard to hold himself up, his other hand curling around one lean hip. M’Baku chuckled. The sound of slick slides of his hand coating his own length reaching their ears, Ichigo twitched, clenching around T’Challa and pulling a soft curse from him and rocking into his body.

M’Baku hummed softly at the sight before pressing forward into T’Challa, preventing him from moving with his own hands, smirking at the soft moan from his lover. Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to the back of T’Challa’s neck, pulling back as he tugged his lover back, Ichigo whining as he laid his chest down, hands curling in the thick blankets under them. With his careful touches and movements, they fell into an easy pattern. Ichigo would push back into T’Challa’s thrust as M’Baku pulled back only to push forward when T’Challa pushed back into him.

Ichigo’s breathy sounds of pleasure were different but very enjoyable for the two with him, working to bring them out as T’Challa reached down to curl his fingers around Ichigo’s hard prick. The squeak that trailed off into a moan was music to their ears even as they continued to move and find their own pleasure.

T’Challa was the first to tip, unable to stop himself while being surrounded by pleasure. Tight heat that squeezed and twitched around him and the hard cock that was buried deep and kept stroking in the right ways dragged his climax out of him. He growled like one of the big cats that his people respected and shuddered as he spilled into Ichigo’s body.

Ichigo moaned at the warmth and rocked back, hand sliding down to tease himself just enough to find his own peak. The grunting groans from M’Baku and T’Challa’s shiver against his back made him hum and smirk into the bedding under himself. He didn’t twitch much when M’Baku moved away from them, getting first T’Challa then himself to lay down before sliding between them.

Ichigo allowed himself to be moved to lay against M’Baku’s side, T’Challa slowly stretching with a groan of well-fucked pleasure, eyes closing. Ichigo chuckled at the man, basking in the slow strokes to his side. “You are such a cat,” he teased the king.

T’challa chuckled and shrugged. “Of course I am. I am the Black Panther. We tend to take on some of our counter-parts tendencies,” he drawled.

“Does this mean when you smile at the Rogues that it was kitty speak for ‘I’m just amusing you so now go away’?” Ichigo asked, feeling the way M’Baku’s chest rumbled under his ear with his laughter.

“Indeed,” T’Challa drawled, standing up, uncaring about the mess that was sliding down his thighs as he walked towards the inter-palace phone. A few words in the lilting language of Wakanda, and he hung up with a smirk. “I asked for a few things to be brought to us for the rest of the night. I thought you would enjoy having something to eat and drink between rounds.”

Ichigo chuckled and slowly stretched his body out with a groan. “Tomorrow is going to be fun on the flight home,” he teased, T’Challa smirking as M’Baku twitched. A slim hand slipped down the large man’s stomach to teasingly brush against his still wet cock, a hint of nail teasing over the skin.

“Oh, I can make it very interesting,” M’Baku growled, body reacting to the teasing touches.
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