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Enough Waiting	By : maxXdef Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Ichigo/Ishida Views: 4331 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Enough Waiting
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"Aside from that, Kurosaki-kun is pretty late." The raven haired Quincy said, Sado still looking down at Orihime's depiction of the three's combined guess of what Youroichi-san's friend must look like. Orihime stood from her crouched position, looking at Ishida with a gentle smile.

"Want me to get him?" She asked, turning slightly to make a move to go get Ichigo. Ishida shook his head, holding up a hand in a polite manner. He stepped past her and Sado, headed for their temporary residence.

"It's okay. I'll go take a look." he said, sticking his hands into the pockets of his white slacks. Orihime watched him leave, wondering why Ishida had volunteered. It rolled out of her mind as easily as it had come in and she returned to her drawing in the dirt.

Ishida turned his head back so he could watch Sado and Orihime from the corner of his eye. With two fingers, he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and returned to watching his steps. Sure, Ichigo was a slacker when things weren't absolutely serious, but didn't being in Rukongai and awaiting a most important guest count as serious? Well, he supposed that when Ichigo was asleep, nothing else mattered except whatever it was he was dreaming about. Ishida slid the door to the residence open, looking around the small two room home. Ichigo still lay on his futon, sleeping on his left side with the blankets pulled up to his shoulder. Ishida took a few steps into the genkan and slid the door shut behind him. His eyes fell back to Ichigo, who had silently moved onto his back in a more awkward sleeping position. The redhead let out a loud snore, and Ishida had to resist a chuckle. What games could he partake in to test how deep of a sleep his comrade was in.

With a few more quiet steps, Ishida was able to kneel down next to Ichigo and evaluate the position. Having abandoned the black haori and was bare chested, Ichigo seemed to sleep comfortably on the futon. The redhead had almost an angelic look on his face, quite ironic when Ishida thought about how Ichigo was when awake. But still...

Something inside of the raven Quincy twinged, and he uncontrollably found himself leaning towards Ichigo. How long had it been since their first encounter? Since their first words? Since their first kiss? Adding up the days, it was at least a month since they had been able to spend any time together. With everything going on with Kuchiki-san, plus school ending and training on both parts, it had to be at least that amount.

Ishida stopped, hesitating from finishing his subconscious quest. Was it fair to take advantage while the opponent was asleep? Of course not, but that was what war was. Being unfair, because all was fair in war and lo-... lust. That was all this was, just lust. Love had nothing to do with the undeniable attraction between them. The way their reiraku seemed to intermingle whenever they were within ten feet of each other. The tingling of lips or the fire in their groins. Love was not-

"If you're going to kiss me, I suggest you do it now before I feel like taking over..." Ishida blinked and looked at Ichigo. Although his eyes were closed, his forehead was wrinkled with annoyance. When Ishida didn't make a sound, one pewter eye opened and stared at him. A small rustle of the blanket and one of Ichigo's strong hands came up to gently remove the square frames from his raven companion's face. "Heh... Are you always this articulate?" The hand returned to the face once again and tucked back a clump of raven hair, fingers straying into the strands and gently urging the teen forward.

Ishida took in a breath, leaning forward with Ichigo's gentle guidance until their lips met in a searing embrace. His arms moved to stabilize his body, one hand by Ichigo's head, the other under his arm for leverage. The gentle hand on his head moved slowly to his neck, calloused fingers playing with the small hairs there. Lips parted and tongues met in an effortless dance, movements coming natural to them. Finally Ishida pulled away, blushing fiercely and rubbing his glasses on the hem of his tunic.

"Uryuu, why do you blush?" Ichigo asked, sitting up slightly with a hand under his own head. Ishida looked at Ichigo's blurred form, cobalt eyes squinting to make the form clearer. His glasses were discarded as he hesitantly crawled onto the futon and laid next to Ichigo. The strawberry shinigami adjusted his body to accommodate the other on the futon, and then reached out to play with the clasps on Ishida's tunic.

"It's none of your business why my face turns red." He would never admit to blushing, it was too girly even for his tastes. Ichigo chuckled, fingering the details of the clasp before unbuttoning the first one. Ishida turned his nose up in a faux pompous air. "I just wasn't prepared for your advances. You caught me off guard."

Ichigo sat up and frowned, his eyebrows knitting together. "Me? I was asleep until you came in here and started breathing on me! I was perfectly content having probably the best wet dream of my life!" Ichigo crossed his arms fuming silently. Ishida smirked, jabbing Ichigo in the side with two fingers.

"And how did you dress and tie me up?"

"In a neko outfit with gauze, but that's not-HEY!" Ichigo sputtered and looked back at the Quincy, who chuckled nervously but blushed nonetheless. Ichigo had also turned a few shades of red in his admittance, so he reached out and grabbed his raven comrade by the hairs on the back of his head. "Listen you, that's not something you were supposed to hear, so you can just forget I said anything."

"Just like... I wasn't supposed... to become... involved... with you..." Ishida said through the pain of Ichigo's grip. He wasn't about to admit it was enjoyable, yet it still brought his cock to awareness of the situation. The raven Quincy reached his hand up while Ichigo was reviewing the statement, bringing the strawberry shinigami down so their lips met once more. It was brief, but sweet and demanding. "You've left me standing too many times, Kurosaki-san. Don't make me beg for you to take me one more time. I can't wait for you any longer..."

Ichigo relaxed his grip on Ishida's head, cradling him now instead. Slate met cobalt and sparks of lust ignited. The redhead leaned forward, going past the lips and straight for the jawbone. He traced a line of kissed up the tender skin towards his would-be lover's ear. Ichigo just wanted one thing from his partner.

"Just say my name... That's all I want..." Ichigo nibbled on the other's earlobe, and then licked the outer shell tenderly.

"Kuro...Ichigo." Ishida shivered his response, the hand behind his would-be lover's head dropping to his side limply in submission to Ichigo. The strawberry shinigami nodded, slowly guiding Ishida to the futon again. His kisses trailed from the ear back down the jaw, and finally to the pulse point when he nudged the stiff collar out of the way and bit down just hard enough not to draw blood, but rather make a nice hickey on the alabaster skin. The quincy moaned at the ministrations given to him causing Ichigo to shiver with anticipation.

The shinigami let his hands wander, one unclasping and unzipping clothing, the other removing the offending garments with an ungraceful speed. He let his attentions continue further once the tunic was removed and the expanse of skin was exposed to him. The crisp morning air brought goosebumps to Ishida's skin and hardened his nipples without the help of Ichigo's tongue. His teeth found the nubs and began to roll one between the rough edges of his front teeth. The raven Quincy arched wantonly into the touches, his sighs begging Ichigo to continue his quest in a southernly direction.

Ichigo complied with his lover's request, making his way down the other's body again. He took note of the abdominal muscles that made a trail for him to follow to the navel and beyond. He took the time to map out the area for future references. He did plan on doing this again once they returned to their world.

Dipping his tongue into Ishida's navel, Ichigo noticed the bitter taste of dark chocolate that seemed to come from his lover's skin. Now that he was awake enough to notice it, he relished in it. He knew exactly what to stash away now for whenever he needed an Ishida fix. With nimble fingers, Ichigo removed Ishida's pants to his knees. He took in the sight before him: his raven Quincy was panting from their activities already, a thin sweat covering his forehead and upper lip. And his undershorts, barely able to contain the erection within, it just made Ichigo want to rip them off and swallow the other teen's cock whole.

The strawberry shinigami leaned forward, taking a hold of Ishida's chin and turning his face towards his own. Slowly he licked the small bit of sweat off of the top lip of his lover, a spark shooting down his spine and into his groin at the taste of dark chocolate that seemed to pour from the other's body. Joining their lips in a chaste kiss, Ichigo looked into glassy cobalt eyes and grinned.

"I'm going to make you scream."

Ishida watched as his lover returned to his lower region, fingering the elastic on his undershorts but not removing them yet. His breath was hot against the fabric, making the raven Quincy's groin throb in anticipation. "Ichigo... Onegai..." he pleaded, moving his hands to encourage the removal of his undershorts. Ichigo complied, dragging the elastic down over the other's arousal and pooling them at the other's knee's with his pants. The strawberry shinigami admired what he saw. Ishida's cock was different than his. What he lacked in girth was made up for in length, not surprising for his height. Ichigo was even more tempted then by the dribble of precum that leaked from the top, gleaming in the morning sunlight.

The shinigami leaned forward, giving the tip a tentative lick to gather the precum from the top, tasting the bittersweet chocolate from his skin. With a flicker of devilish eyes up to his lover, Ichigo took in the head of Ishida's cock. The teen benath< him moaned, trying to control himself from bucking up and choking his lover. Ichigo put his hands on either hip and held the Quincy steady before dropping his head a little lower onto the other teen's cock. Ishida groaned rather loudly, biting his lip to keep from making too much noise. Ichigo chuckled to himself, making a swallowing motion with his tongue and causing Ishida to cry out. He quickly covered his mouth, bringing the small pillow to his lips and biting down on it.

Ichigo released his Quincy's arousal from his mouth, moving up to eye level with Ishida. "You need to stay quiet, Uryuu. We don't want people bursting in here and seeing you like this, ne?" Ishida shook his head and released the pillow from a death lock from his teeth. Ichigo gave his lover a kiss, bringing up two fingers to the other's mouth. "Open." Ishida complied and took the two fingers into his mouth, favoring them and coating them with saliva. Ichigo retrieved them from the wet cavern and smiled at his Quincy. "Save that for another time, Uryuu."

Ichigo gave Ishida one final kiss before returning to his previous position. He gave a quick motion for the raven teen to kick off his pants- which he complied to- and roughly turned is partner over onto is stomach. Ishida felt his cock rub roughly against the futon, and he let out a hard moan in response to the friction. Ichigo licked his lips, trying to quell his desire to skip stretching and go straight to fucking his lover's brains out. But he knew this was Ishida's first time with another man, maybe with anyone. He wasn't going to do it the wrong way and regret it.

Ishida looked back at Ichigo, questioning the switch. Ichigo smiled, looking straight into the cobalt eyes of his lover. "It's easier this way for your first time." Ishida was about to say something when he felt the intrusion against his backside. Ichigo's fingers probed the puckered entrance, gently trying to relax the muscles repelling him. He pressed one finger into the ring of muscles, gently coaxing it open. Ishida drew in a sharp breath of pain, not quite ready for the pressure. Ichigo slowly worked his first finger into his Quincy's entrance, gently massaging the muscles into relaxation. Soon he was able to push the other finger to the second digit. Slowly, when the muscles relaxed he began to move his fingers inside of Ishida, stretching him out gently. The raven Quincy moaned softly at the immense pleasure, feeling the muscles contract around Ichigo's moving fingers.

The strawberry shinigami spread his fingers now, scissoring them to make the stretch further. His lover was almost ready for him. He just needed to find that spot inside. Searching, Ichigo continued to stretch, eliciting sweet moans from the teen beneath him. A strange sound from Ishida told him that he had just barely touched the spot. The raven Quincy was ready.

As Ichigo retracted his fingers from inside of Ishida, there was an exchange of glances that reassured Ichigo without words. The strawberry shinigami untied his hakama and let his own erection slide out from it's confines and out into the chilly morning air.Ichigo ignored the shiver that terrorized his flesh and spat into his hand, coating his erection with his own and what was left of Ishida's saliva. On his knees now, Ichigo lifted the other's hips to match his own, carefully lining up the tip of his cock with the raven Quincy's entrance. With one final look to the teen beneath him, Ichigo shut his pewter orbs and pressed his arousal into the other teen.

Ishida buried his face in the pillow and cried out, fingers fisting the futon in pain. Ichigo used all of his control to keep himself from moving, a faint glow surrounding him and a single crimson reiraku slipping out from somewhere by his knees. The ribbon like manifestation reached out and curled around Ishida's cock, rubbing it gently with what felt like a satiny texture. It soothed away whatever pain there was and replaced it with pleasure while the rest of him adjusted to the intrusion. Ichigo felt the muscles surrounding his cock relax, and that was his signal to move. He pulled himself out until there was just the tip left inside, and then buried himself back up to the hilt. Ishida cried out in both pleasure and pain, abandoning all thoughts of trying to stay quiet. Ichigo's grip was bruising on his hips, but the Quincy didn't care.

Slowly the two created a rythym, Ichigo's reiraku joining that rythm against Ishida's cock. The strawberry shinigami changed his angle almost every thrust, searching for that spot again. Ishida knew something was coming, and he tried holding back from release until that something came. He thought of anything he could that would keep him from that point. Ichigo felt his Quincy begin to hold back, felt himself rushing towards that point too, and he changed his angle again in one last attempt to find that hidden spot.

"Don't hold back, Uryuu... just let go..."

What came next for Ishida and Ichigo was unfathomable. Ichigo had found that spot, and together with the combined movement of Ichigo's reiraku and his words, he couldn't help but let go. Ishida felt himself tumble over the peak, his whole body shuddering from the overwhelming sensation of release. Ichigo was being milked for all he had to, releasing load after load of seed into his lover. Together they came, and together they felt to the futon, spent and still connected. Ichigo rolled over, letting his cock slide out of Ishida's body. He languidly tucked himself away and caught his breath, not noticing that his lover had passed out, if only for that moment.

The raven Quincy opened his eyes, groping around for the lack of warmth that he desperately wanted next to him. He sat up and looked around, squinting to see without his glasses. Ichigo was sitting in the middle of the room next to the cooking pot, gently dozing. Ishida dressed himself and set his glasses on his nose, taking in the scene. Obviously not much time had passed since he had first come in, because he could faintly hear Sado and Orihime talking about the drawing in the dirt. The raven teen stood and walked sorely to the door, sliding it open.

"So what did you come in here for, Ishida-kun?" Ichigo did not move from his spot, though Ishida turned back with a solemn expression. Had it all meant nothing?

"Eto.. Ah. Are you ready to go meet Shiba Kuukaku-san?" Ishida asked, stepping away from the door slightly.

"Eh... Just go ahead without me."

"EH?!"

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A/N: So you know that three second time span between where he leaves and he reappears? That's my interpretation of the 'conversation. ^^ There will be a prequel to this that's fluffier, but it might not be for a little while. I hope you enjoyed it! Please Review! It makes the write happy!
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