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by Laura Bryannan

Ichigo
had lost the dare. How the hell that happened he didn’t
know—Ishida had killed the hollow before he had—but he
had promised to do whatever he wanted if he lost and so here he was.
Waiting.

Uryuu
Ishida was weary of being ignored, of being looked down upon, of
being misunderstood. Most of the time he couldn’t be bothered
to notice what others thought, but this one got under his skin and he
didn’t know why. He was so infuriatingly confident, always
surrounded by his circle of friends. Ishida envied his ease with
himself and others—his preeminent normalcy. It didn’t
seem fair that he should have all this and immense spirit
power as well. The guy needed taking down, and he was pretty sure he
knew how to do it.

Ichigo
was fully clothed, but on his hands and knees as ordered. It seemed
like he’d been waiting there forever. They were out in a
clearing surrounded by trees; no one could see (or help, Ichigo
realized). Ishida was near, but kept himself out of his line of
sight. Ichigo could hear him walking around; he could feel his eyes
on him. It almost seemed as if he were pacing at times. What was he
going to do? It was really starting to get on his nerves. The guy
was so effing weird, there was really no way he could predict what
was going to happen. He figured if Ishida had wanted sex, he would
already know that by now, so WTF? He was almost disappointed too,
he realized, and that bothered him a great deal.

There
wasn’t much to do, stuck here as he was, except to examine his
feelings for Ishida. He didn’t think of himself as a guy who
wanted to get with guys, but there was something about the Quincy
that kept haunting his fantasies. He was such a strange mixture of
strength and softness, of power and eccentricity. Ichigo found his
new life bewildering, and Rukia intimidating. It was strangely
comforting to know there was a comrade out there who was clearly
competent. It made his own burdens easier to bear somehow. He found
himself wanting to get in the guy’s good graces—to prove
himself worthy, even though he had no idea what he was supposed to be
worthy of. He hadn’t been able to keep Ishida out of his head
since the day he announced himself. If he were to be honest, he could
almost admit he had lost the dare on purpose, just to see what would
happen.

Suddenly
his skin prickled. Ishida came and stood before him, his face angled
in such a way that he couldn’t see his eyes, just light
mirroring off his glasses. It made him look inhuman, and Ichigo
shuddered.

“I
think it’s time for you to drop you pants,” he said
quietly.

“Huh?”
Ichigo didn’t move.

“Are
you reneging on the terms of our dare?”

“Think
you’re gonna fuck me, archer boy?” he blustered, trying
to sound braver than he felt. He had thought about getting with
Ishida—he was willing to admit that much to himself—but
he hadn’t imagined it like this. He had imagined himself on
top, not the other way around.

“Oh,
I have no intention of touching you, substitute shinigami,”
Ishida replied with distain. “Do as I say…now!”

Ichigo
kneeled up and unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and lowered
them to his knees, unable to look Ishida in the face. There was no
missing his erection and, if Ishida were really perceptive (which he
figured he was), he would notice the soaked boxers as well. It was
embarrassing, but not in a totally horrible way, he realized. His
cock was nothing to be ashamed of, and he hoped that maybe Ishida
might want to touch it with his hands or his mouth. Ichigo didn’t
care which. Ishida stood there looking for a very long time, and
Ichigo found himself beginning to tremble, the suspense was so great.
He tried to keep himself from panting, but it was really hard, and
he didn’t quite succeed.

“Back
down on your hands now. Put your head on the ground and spread your
knees,” Ishida ordered.

Ichigo
complied, facing away so Ishida couldn’t see him blushing. It
felt really strange to have his ass waving in the breeze like this.
It felt vulnerable in a way he didn’t have any experience with
before today. His head was beginning to get woozy and his knees a
little weak.

Ishida
let out a little “humpf” and walked away again. Ichigo’s
heart sank. What was the guy going to do? He could hear Ishida
walking farther away. Was he just going to leave him here with his
ass up in the air? This was getting a little too weird, and he was
so damn horny he couldn’t stand it much longer.

Then
something began to happen. He could feel spirit energy starting to
flow around the area, and flashes of blue light reflecting off the
plants nearby. It was just like when Ishida drew his bow….

Ohmygod.
NO! he screamed in his mind the second before it hit him right
there—ravished him, consumed him, knocked him face first
on the ground with the power of it. It wasn’t pain, but was it
pleasure? Yes, it was. His cock knew it was pleasure, but it was so
intense his brain basically stopped working. He lay curled in a
ball, hugging himself, moaning and mumbling senseless things.

Ishida
walked over to the mass of writhing flesh and noted the puddle of cum
on the ground. He nodded with satisfaction at the results of his
experiment, and felt just about as pleased as he had ever felt in his
life.

“Bulls
eye,” he said with a smile that Ichigo did not see, pushed his
glasses up his nose, and walked home.

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