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! 2009 kinks challenge, author: quietncryptic, crossover: bleach/kingdom hearts, pairing: leon/yoruichi

The Honest Kind of Present (Bleach/Kingdom Hearts)
Author: quietncryptic
Title: The Honest Kind of Present
Fandom: Bleach/Kingdom Hearts
Pairings/Characters: Yoruichi/Leon
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: innuendo, teasing, nakedness
Prompt: Leon is bound and blinded -- does Yoruichi try to help, or take advantage of the situation?

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Drip. Drip. Drip.

Leon gritted his teeth in annoyance as the continuous trickle of chemicals and vials bubbled around him. He knew that the Shinigami were afraid of him after his violent arrival three days ago, but after the initial interrogations, the captain of squad 12 had shown an interest in his Guardian Forces'…abilities and requested that he be brought to his lab.

In the span of 48 hours he’d been poked, prodded, and scanned so many times it was a wonder he hadn’t bitten off someone’s hand at the indignity. But he was happy to note that he’d been left alone after the initial turmoil of battle had started rocking the building, even with as deep as he was underground.

Even though his wrists were already rubbed raw and chapped from his earlier struggles against the shock treatments, he renewed his attempt at freedom by flexing his wrists and trying to squirm out of his bindings.

“Shit,” he muttered, gritting his teeth against the pain as sweat rolled down his forehead from a combination of his exertion and the overhead lights, which were bright enough to penetrate the gloom of the blindfold over his eyes.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” A voice purred as the soft pad of bare feet echoed in the room.

“You know,” the former shinigami Captain drawled, “This is actually a great look for you, oh fearless Leader.”

Leon tensed in surprise before the words—and the voice registered in his memory. He sank against the table a little in relief as the battle high fled him along with his harsh exhale. “Yoruichi.” The faintest of smiles touched his lips as his blindfolded head turned in her direction. “I was wondering when you’d get here.”

“I must say, Squall,” she began, ignoring the irritated grunt of “It’s Leon” from the direction of the table. “I knew you were generous, but I wasn’t aware that you’d wrap yourself up for me so prettily,” she purred. Lithe as the form she frequented, the dark-skinned woman pounced so that she was straddling the brunette’s lean hips; even as she settled herself groin-to-groin with him, she noted the heat of dry leather under her slightly goosebumped skin.

Leon stiffened at the sudden warmth that settled on top of his hips along with the smug female that leaned over him, toying with the frayed rope anchoring his wrists to the table above his head. Leon grunted as a light flick grated across raw flesh.

“Hmm…I bet you woo all the girls this way, huh handsome?” He didn’t need his eyes to see her speculative smile; she was just too predictable sometimes.

“Yoruichi,” he growled in warning; she knew that behind the scarf, his eyes were probably the color of hardened steel ready to glare her into submission.

The purple-haired woman smirked as wicked glint came into her eyes. “Aww…is the big bad lion upset with the kitty-witty?”

Cold silence met her statement and she wiggled her hips and grinned, hoping for a telling reaction; when none was forthcoming, she pouted and sniffed before leaning back off him a little. “What, nothing to say to your rescuer?” Still more silence. “Not even a safe word?”

“Yoruichi.” He said pleasantly, his uncovered lower face expressionless.

She leaned forward so that her naked breasts flattened against his stomach, leaving her face free to nuzzle his chest teasingly. “Yes?”

“Get the fuck off.”

“Spoilsport.”