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Avenger/Bleach Ministories	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 7635 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Invading for Love

Fandom: Avengers/Bleach

Chapter: 17

Characters: Phil, Clint, Ichigo

Word Count: 2,825

Warnings: Naughty naughty smut

For: CutsyCat

AN: Well FINALLY we get to the smut with these three! :D I hope you enjoy. Please note that a sequel to this is in the works but I'm going to fiddle around with that for a bit more since I'm not sure what to write about it. *rolls eyes*

Anyways, Enjoy!

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“Put me down, you brute,” Ichigo huffed, laughing when Phil just smirked and hefted him further up into his arms.

“What if I don’t want to?” Phil asked, Clint closing the door behind them and making sure that it was locked for the moment. “What if I like being able to carry your around like this?”

Ichigo smirked and tugged on a bit of the brown hair of his lover, shifting in his arms. “I need to be able to do my job just as you do,” he teased, getting a soft laugh from the two men.

“I suppose we’ll have to let you stand on your own two feet then,” Clint drawled as he reached down to pull off his socks. He watched as Phil placed their third onto the bed and sat down at his feet, picking up one delicate foot. Ichigo just raised an amused eyebrow and allowed Phil to pull off his tabi and drop them to the floor.

“When we’re not wanting to keep him somewhere at least,” Phil drawled as his fingers teased over a lean ankle, Ichigo twitching his foot as he snorted in amusement. “Does that tickle?” he asked.

“No. It’s an interesting feeling though,” Ichigo hummed, settling back on the bed with a smirk, watching Phil as the man stood up with a smirk. “And what are you going to do to me?” he asked, stretching very slow before relaxing on the bed. Clint hummed in approval of the move and smirked down at him.

“Well, I’m curious as to if you’re a virgin or not for starters,” Clint drawled as he unlaced his bracers, dropping them to a low table near him.

“Not really. You kind of lose the ties that hold you back from certain things when you’re fighting a war. Mizuiro was nice enough to show me a few things. Ikkaku and Yumichika were fun to play with and Shuuhei rounded out my education, so to speak,” Ichigo admitted, shrugging his shoulders.

Clint leered. “And when was the last time you got laid?” he asked.

“By another person? Nearly eight months ago, before I headed back to the living world after some more training. By a toy? I think last night,” he said. He faintly blushed at admitting to that fact but couldn’t stop himself from doing so.

Phil and Clint shared a look between them, smirking at that bit of information before turning back to their new lover. “We’ll have to watch that later,” Phil said as he climbed onto the bed, slipping between longs legs, much to his youngest lover’s amusement. “It would a lovely sight.”

Ichigo hummed as he allowed the larger body to press him back into the bed, sighing in pleasure as his eyes slipped shut. Phil lowered his head and brushed his lips over the skin of Ichigo’s lips, just teasing the skin and getting lovely sounds of pleasure. Clint smirked as he pulled off his speciality vest and the undershirt, dropping both onto the floor in a careless heap. He quickly stripped out of his pants and socks, adding them to the pile before finding the new bottle of lube that they had stuck on the vanity earlier.

Walking over, he smirked when Ichigo opened his eyes and stared up at him, watching long fingers run through Phil’s hair before gently tugging on the locks. “Oh don’t mind me. I’m going to enjoy watching this,” he drawled, pulling up a chair and perching on it, one foot coming up to rest on the bedding. He dropped the bottle down onto the bed next to Ichigo’s head.

Phil lifted his head, Clint catching sight of the hickey that he had been working on, and raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you just going to watch?” he asked.

Clint chuckled, watching Ichigo blush at the thought of being watched while having sex. “Oh yes. I am. I’ll enjoy every minute of it to,” he drawled, winking at his lover. “I always wanted to watch you fuck someone into a puddle of happy. Now I get to see it.”

“You’re a pervert of expert caliber, aren’t you?” Ichigo asked. His voice was a bit more lusty, a bit more rich as he shifted under Phil. But he wasn’t saying no.

“Yes, yes I am,” Clint chuckled, bending and stealing a soft kiss, getting a hum of pleasure from their third before getting a kiss from Phil. “Now, let me enjoy you two fucking please?” he asked.

Ichigo huffed as Phil chuckled over him, well used to his lover’s oddities and loving every moment of it. He had missed Clint in so many ways, but he had missed the way he had lit up his life in such an easy way the most. Looking down at the sprawled out male under him, he smiled softly and stroked one blushing cheek.

And now they had another lover who would fill in a part that they had long known had been missing for them.

Chuckling again, Phil lowered his lips and stole another kiss, getting a soft hum of pleasure from Ichigo, the lips under his own opening willingly. Stroking his tongue over Ichigo’s, he allowed his hands to wander as they wished to, stroking and tugging at the clothes that he was wearing. He made a pleased sound into the kiss as his hands found skin, sliding up the other man’s ribs and pecs, pushing the kosode to the side.

Sitting up and breaking the kiss, Phil smirked as he pulled Ichigo into his lap, the other man squeaking as he came to rest over his thighs. Tugging the kosode and under kimono off, he tossed both articles onto the floor, Ichigo following his example and getting his top off.

Stroking his fingers over a single scar that wrapped partly around Ichigo’s waist, Phil stopped Ichigo from shifting away, finally just toppling Ichigo onto his back again. Giving him a look, he returned his attention to the scar, noticing that the other male had very few scars on his body, mostly from his enhanced healing and partly from Orihime’s help.

Leaning down, Phil pressed a kiss to the scar, feeling more than hearing the soft sigh that came from Ichigo. He looked to the side and found Clint smirking at him, his fingers playing over his hard length teasingly. Chuckling, he kissed his way back up to Ichigo’s lips, finding a few spots in the process that got interesting twitches and wiggles. He continued to move his hands over the soft skin, putting on a show for Clint, knowing that if he was pushed just right he would join them.

And he so wanted to fuck Clint into Ichigo. The very thought of it made him moan into the neck before him, nipping at it afterwards and getting a sweet mewl from Ichigo.

Sitting up once more, Phil sent a lust filled look at Clint as his hands tugged at the hakama-himo, eyebrow raised. “Are you absolutely sure that you don’t want to join us?” he asked. He tossed the hakama-himo to the side before his fingers found their way into the slits on either side of Ichigo’s hips, smoothing over soft skin. “Absolutely sure you don’t want to feel him under your hands? His skin surprisingly smooth and soft.”

“Can blame Orihime and my sisters for that. They’re insistent that I use body butter,” Ichigo huffed out, wiggling when Phil’s exploring fingers got closer to his cock.

“I’ll have to give them a gift basket then,” Phil chuckled, Clint narrowing his eyes as he shifted in the seat. Looking back and forth, Clint snorted and put his foot down.

“Yeah, I’ll watch him fuck ya later,” he drawled, bending down to kiss Ichigo, feeling the man laugh against his lips but not caring about that. He could taste Phil and Ichigo on the sweet lips and it drew out an appreciative moan from him. Pulling away, he chuckled softly when Phil once more pulled Ichigo into his lap, sliding behind him and pressing him firmly between them. “So, how are we going to do this?” he asked as he pushed the hakama down on lean hips.

Phil hummed as he nipped and sucked up a new hickey on Ichigo’s neck, Ichigo’s head tipped back and to the side to let him at it as he ran his hands up and down Phil’s back. “I was thinking I would fuck you while you fuck Ichigo,” he finally drawled, lifting his head up to stare at his lover with a smirk. “I’m sure he won’t say no to having us both take him at the same time at a later time. When we have a few special toys in hand.”

“What now?” Ichigo squeaked, looking back and forth between them with narrowed eyes.

“Don’t worry, Ichigo, that’ll happen later. After you’ve gotten used to being screwed every damn day. Often times multiple times a day,” Clint teased as his fingers found the tight ring of muscles of Ichigo’s hole. He smirked as they twitched under the brush of his fingers. “We don’t want to hurt you too much after all.”

Ichigo snorted and pressed back into the fingers, wanting them to actually do more than just tease him. “Good cause I would kick you out of bed. I’m sure I could be very happy with one cock for a few weeks,” he teased, one hand slipping between them and down the front of Phil’s hakama.

Clint made a pouting sound before he hunted down the bottle of lube that he had dropped earlier in their fun, flipping it open with his thumb. “Aw, but then you wouldn’t be find out all the fun places to fuck,” he teased as he poured some lube onto his fingers. “We should get you and Phil out of your hakama’s first though.

Sliding back, Clint smirked as Ichigo showed a bit of his own flexibility, twisting around to tug his hakama off after he slid off of Phil’s lap. Watching their older lover stand up off of the bed, Clint leered and pounced on Ichigo, getting a squawk as he was shoved onto his back, glaring up at the archer.

“Why did you have to do that?” he huffed in amusement, Clint leering down at him and shifting on his knees.

“Because I want you on your back so I can watch your face as I blow ya and fuck you open with my fingers?” Clint asked as he shifted to lay down between the long legs. He thanked whoever thought to make the bed absolutely huge in Phil’s room as he wrapped his dry hand around one thigh and hip, holding Ichigo in place.

Ichigo stared down at him with wide eyes before moaning as Clint licked a stripe up the underside of the hardness before him before taking in the tip. Sucking lightly, the archer took the chance to rub at Ichigo’s hole, coaxing the muscles to relax and allow a finger into him. Moaning himself when cool lubrication was poured over his ass, he wiggled and concentrated on teasing and opening Ichigo up.

But it so very hard with the way Ichigo was writhing in his tight grip, rocking back on the fingers that he had buried in the tight hole, first one then two, and then up into his mouth as he sucked and licked. It was made even harder as Phil used the lube that he had poured on his ass to work his own fingers into his body, spreading them open to work his own ass open.

Though on Clint’s part it wasn’t that hard seeing as he was still loose from their morning escapades and it had only been a few hours since then. He made a soft sound as he pulled off of Ichigo’s prick, licking his lips and smirking as Phil twisted his fingers. “You think you’re ready for me?” he asked breathlessly as he spread the three fingers in Ichigo.

All he got was a soft keen, brown eyes dazed and body flushing in need. Chuckling and taking that as a yes, Clint looked over his shoulder, Phil smirking and pulling his fingers free of his body. Shuddering at the empty feeling, he sighed and slid to sit on his knees, stroking his hands on lean thighs.

“This would be best with you on your knees with your chest angled to the bed,” he said after a moment of thinking. “That way we can move easier.” Ichigo blinked up at him before swallowing a couple of times. He finally just nodded in agreement.

Helping Ichigo shift around, a couple of pillows tucked under him for extra support, Clint smirked, slipping his fingers back in and getting a groan. He shuddered as Phil reached around him and stroked his cock a few times before slipping a condom over his length. Smirking over his shoulder, Clint moved so that he could drape over Ichigo’s back, pressing a kiss to his neck, brown eyes gazing at him over his shoulder and filled with need.

Reaching between them, Clint grasped the base of his prick and pressed against the open hole before pressing forward. He hissed as Ichigo opened around him with a soft moan, the tightness amazing and dizzying even as he came to a rest against the other’s ass. He shivered as he held himself up by sheer willpower, resting his forehead.

“Breath, Clint,” Phil drawled from behind him, Ichigo letting loose with a soft laugh. Clint moaned as he was filled, wondering if the burning, perfect, wonderful stretch was what Ichigo had felt when he had slipped into him.

“Ah, fuck,” Ichigo groaned, feeling how Clint had shifted inside of him as Phil had worked his cock into Clint’s body. He was full, much fuller than when he had been with his other lovers, but then again it might just be the position they were in. “Will someone fucking well move already?” he growled, hips twitching.

Phil chuckled before he shifted on his knees just slightly and pulled out of Clint, drawing him back before thrusting forwards, shoving Clint into Ichigo. The two men cried out as Phil smirked at the sound, all of them falling into an even rhythm. Between them, Clint would rock into Ichigo while Phil pulled back before rocking back into his older lover, Ichigo writhing and Phil holding onto his willpower by the skin of his teeth.

Unsurprisingly, Clint was the first to fall over the edge, sandwiched between the two men so well, screaming and suddering as he spilled into Ichigo. Ichigo whined and twitched as Phil gritted his teeth, pulling free of his lover and discarding the condom that he had slipped on earlier. Reaching around, he grasped the base of Clint’s cock and helped him flop back onto his back before grabbing a new condom.

Sliding the condom on and slicking it, Phil took Clint’s place between Ichigo, and with a roll of his hips, was buried deep in their younger body. He started to move as soon as he heard the high pitched whine of pure need from Ichigo, thrust hard in and out of the other, taking. Wanting to come so badly and wanting to make Ichigo come just as much.

Clint hummed and reached out a lazy hand, getting it under Ichigo and stroking his cock twice before the younger male cried out and slicked the moving hand. Growling, Phil shuddered as he shoved in hard, filling the condom with his own pleasure, shuddering as he held Ichigo close to him.

“Well, well, I got to see you fuck him after all,” Clint chuckled, voice raw. Phil chuckled softly and pulled free of Ichigo, watching him go limp, uncaring of the wet spot under him.

“Indeed,” Phil sighed as he pulled off the second used condom, tying it off. He picked up the other condom that he had just let land on the bed and tied that one off to. He watched as Clint finally dragged his own used condom off and tied off it off before taking it from him. Standing up, he dropped the used condoms into a trash can and walked into the bathroom to wet down wash cloths so that they could clean up.

Walking back into the bedroom, he smiled at the fact that his two lovers had decided that sleep was needed and had curled up together, the wet pillow on the floor. Shaking his head, Phil cleaned them up, tossing the pillow and wash cloths into the hamper before crawling into bed with them.

He was rather happy with life, such as it was, and he would kill anyone who tried to take it away from him.
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