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Worst Idea ...Ever	By : pokeyspot Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Ichigo/Ishida Views: 3435 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Worst Idea ...Ever
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Ichigo slammed the door of the apartment behind them. Ishida led the way into his apartment unaffected by the door slam. Crashing here had seemed a good idea a few minutes ago, safe, small, defensible, close by. They needed a place to rest, they had been fighting for seven hours straight, self-preservation demanded it. Now Ishida was coming to terms with the reality. Namely that this was his single most stupid idea. Ever. He was reluctantly impressed by his own stupidity. If it was anyone else it would just be fine, but he was in close quarters with Ichigo now, this would be extremely difficult. He swore at himself as he flicked on the light-switch. It didn’t make the atmosphere more cheery, it just highlighted the dinginess of his glorious one room and adjoining bathroom. Ichigo apparently noticed how crappy the place was.
“THIS is where you live?” he said scowling (but then when is he not?)
“Yes, Kurosaki, ‘this’ is where I live. Did you like I lived in a palace?” Ishida said dryly
“No, but I didn’t think you lived in a shithole either.”
“I just can’t stand the flattery Kurosaki, I can see how much you admire my lovely home.” Ishida said brightly until he got a better look at Ichigo’s face.
His soft lips were drawn tight and it looked like he was carrying a mountain of burdens on his broad shoulders “Sit down Kurosaki, you look like your about to fall over, let me get you something to drink.”
Ishida rushed to the tiny refrigerator and got out a Gatorade for emergency cases. He thrust the bottle in Ichigo’s limp calloused hand. Ichigo looked at it blankly.
“You’re supposed to drink it.” Ishida drawled to cover his worry.
There was still no response, he put a delicate long fingered hand on the bare skin of Ichigo’s forearm. Ichigo blinked and looked at Urryu, making the dark haired boy draw back his hand. He pushed up his glasses, the light bouncing off them shielding his expression.
Ichigo looked at him strangely, then took the cap off the Gatorade and started to drink. Tipping his head back he gulped at the contents greedily, a trickle escaping to run down his throat. Ishida watched that droplet mesmerized by its journey down the tan expanse of taught skin around the bobbing Addams apple and down to his toned chest. Desire stirred in his blood, not to mention his groin. Ishida’s mind told him like a worried mother hen ‘look away look away’ but he could not.
Ichigo watched the expression on Urryu’s sharp features intently through slitted eyes as he drank. He finished chugging the bottle with a gasp, the color coming back to his face.
“Thanks.” He handed the, now empty, bottle back to Ishida
Ishida took it mutely until he looked at it “You drank the whole thing?!”
“You said I needed it!” Ichigo yelled tactless as always
Ishida glared “Of course you needed it idiot, you were turning a rather alarming grey color. What I don’t need is you hyped up in substitute sugar, you’ll be more of a pain in the ass than before.”
“I am not the only pain in the ass, and I’ll be able to sleep god damn it!” He stopped yelling, his scowl turned into a frown “Speaking of which, where do you sleep?” Ichigo looked around the tiny room, he just saw a couple of moveable chairs, a makeshift kitchen in the corner, a dresser and a sewing basket. There were only two doors coming off the main room. One to the bathroom the other -
Ishida saw where Ichigo was looking “Don’t get your hopes up it is just a tiny closet, don’t get me wrong you can sleep there if you want cause all that’s left is the twin futon from in there.” Ishida said pointing.
Ishida thought about that fact. Yup defiantly the single most stupid idea he had ever had. Not only in alone in close quarters with Ichigo but sharing the same futon, it couldn’t get worse/better. He revised his original impression, this night would not be difficult it would be delicious torture. He closed his eyes like he had a headache and re-adjusted his glasses.
“I am not sleeping in a damn closet! We’ll share the futon, and if you hog all the blankets or snore I’ll kill you.”
Ishida had the urge to sigh and smile at once, that’s the Ichigo he knows and lo-
He felt a huge punch in the gut, his face went even paler than it was. Not possible. Nope, denial is the safest. Still the next thing he knew a hand was waving in front of his face.
“Japan to Ishida! Hello Ishida. You just went pale as a sheet, look like you just saw a Hollow.” Ichigo informed him
Ishida swatted his hand away changing the subject “If you kick me in your sleep I will put an arrow between your eyes before they’re even open.”
Ichigo scoffed, and Ishida smothered a yawn.
Ishida continued “Fine, whatever I just need to sleep.” He went over to the dresser bending to pull out a t-shirt and pair of plaid drawstring pants. He felt Ichigo’s eyes on him but it made him nervous, he marched off to the tiny bathroom to change, leaving Ichigo to his own devices. Now that alone is scary, Ishida half expected him to destroy the apartment in the minute he was gone. He was wrong in that regard, it would have been less shocking if he were right.
When he came out the futon was out and Ichigo was happily taking up half of it. He was under layers of sheets and blankets, his bare toned torso sticking out of them. He just yawned and smiled a little at Ishida’s shock and exclamation “Holy m-“
“What?” the smug bastard asked
“What do you mean what? Are you even wearing pants?!”
“Yes.” Ichigo said with suspicious laughter
“Are you lying?” Please be telling the truth but a rebellious voice said please be lying mind went round and round.
Ichigo just laughed said only “I wear what I always wear to sleep.” With that he lay down pulled up the covers and to all appearances went to sleep on the spot. His breathing was even and deep.
If Ishida didn’t lo – respect! him so much he might have shot Ichigo then and there. As it was he was busy once again reevaluating his original opinion, the situation had just gotten impossibly worse/better. In close quarters, alone with, sharing a futon with a potentially naked Ichigo.
Any intelligence he had said to sleep on the floor, but his traitor body walked over to the bed turned off the light and lay down. He kept a space between them, but he couldn’t sleep, all his senses were focused on the sleeping figure next to him. There was a warmth emanating from the muscular back facing him and a scent wafting to him that was the tangy scent of Ichigo. Ishida’s blood thrummed through his veins, heat spread through his groin, and every muscle in his body ached to get closer to the man next to him. Fighting this Ishida tossed and turned, but there was really not much room to toss and turn in a twin bed. Inevitably his hand touched flesh, rather than blanket. His mind tried to jerk his hand back, but it was determined to stay where it was on Ichigo’s bare thigh. He had been lying afte rall much to Ishida’s delight/horror. Ishida looked at the back of Ichigo’s head in the dark, but he seemed sound asleep. Good his mind jabbered I can pull back my hand like it never happened. His body had other ideas, his delicate hand slid up Ichigo’s muscular theigh to his lean hip and pressed flat up against his taught abdomen. A strong, warm, calloused hand covered Ishida’s. Ishida gave a great start and started to pull his hand back, his lips were forming the words “Kurosaki I-“ when the larger hand squeezed his with surprising gentleness. His hand on top of Ishida’s he guided it farther along his stomach until Ishida had to move closer to his back.
“Ishida.” He whispered huskily “Come here Ishida.”
Ishida moved closer wanting to press against Ichigo’s back, but knowing his erection would be noticed to say the least. So he pressed his chest against that back but tilted his hips away.
Ichigo growled low in his throat “Don’t be embarrassed Ishida, let me feel you… I need to feel you.”
A quick silver smile appeared on Ishida’s face, and he pressed his hips against Ichigo, his erection pressing into the small of the stronger man’s back. “I have wanted you for so long Kurosaki.”
Ichigo grinned broadly in the dark “Then you won’t mind when I do this.” And with that very little warning Ichigo spun so quickly he seemed suddenly on top of Ishida, weight on his arms so a not to crush the pale man under him. Their erections touched through the thin cloth of Ishida’s pants as his strained against the fabric, Ichigo locked onto his mouth for a long awaited kiss. Starting with surprising softness for Ichigo his lips caressed Ishida’s but soon became a fierce blending of mouths, Ishida thrust his tongue in the others mouth as he wrapped his hands in his orange hair. Ichigo groaned deep in his throat, and set upon Ishida with a new intensity.
Ichigo pulled back for a breath “Now let me see you out of those cloths.” Panted Ichigo.
They hastened to shuck off Ishida’s clothes. Ishida ripped the t-shirt off over his head and Ichigo looked in surprise and delight. The usually staid, and reserved Ishida had nipple rings. Ichigo liked how Ishida’s nipples were so hard, and was turned on by the harsh metal contrasting against the smooth skin of his chest.
It was like Ichigo couldn’t help it, his lips locked on Ishida’s neck and left a lovebite saying for all the world ‘mine’. He paused to kiss Ishida once more thoroughly on the mouth, before boldly licking a line down the center of that pale chest. Ishida moaned, and Ichigo moved over his nipple. He teased it with lips, tongue, and teeth until Ishida was arching against him. Breathlessly Ishida whispered “Ichigo” using Ichigo’s given name at last, his voice caressed the word like it was precious.
Ichigo released the ring with one last little tug. He sat back and started pulling off Ishida’s pants, with a force akin to desperation. When the throbbing erection was revealed Ichigo only had one thought. Ichigo slid away, off the bed and onto the ground. Ishida sat up shocked, with a sound like a whimper on his lips at Ichigo’s absence. That whimper ended in a sharp intake of breath when a tongue lightly licked the tip of his cock. Ishida looked down at the kneeling Ichigo, saw him grin with a light in his eyes that was completely new. Ishida’s member was enveloped in the wet heat of Ichigo’s mouth. Ichigo grasped Uryu’s pale hips, fingers kneading into the skin as his mouth sucked and moved with taunting slowness. He felt Ishida above him moaning, beginning to rock his hips in motion to Ichigo’s mouth. Delicate hands laced themselves in Ichigo’s hair, and Ichigo increased his speed. Ishida flung his head back, raven hair sweatsoaked. Suddenly his back arched as a wave of pleasure crashed around him taking him higher than he thought possible, a cry flew unbidden from his throat “Ichigo!” as he came.
Ichigo looked up at a panting Uryuu “You ain’t seen nothing yet babe,” he promised.

The morning found Ichigo spooned against Ishida as the archer curled against his chest. Ichigo’s arm draped over the Quincy like he was cuddling a stuffed animal. Both faces mirrored their blissful state, peace and happiness combined.
Ishida half-woke first as the warm light caressed his pale face. He just shifted deeper under the sheets and into the warmth of Ichigo at his back. His eyes closed again and he nearly fell back asleep when the broad arm around his waist moved, hugging him lightly.
“G’morning” rumbled Ichigo’s drowsy voice next to Ishida’s ear, breath warm against his neck.
Ishida smiled “Good morning.” Then reality crashed around Ishida. Life, school, reality, expectations, had all been put on hold when he was in Ichigo’s arms last night. Now they all came rushing back, the firm ground under him gave way to quicksand. Struggling to find something to hold onto in his shifting world, Ishida found his pride. He would try to act like normal, like this day was just like the one before it, though something inside him shook at the thought as he felt Ichigo at his back. All he wanted to do was curl into the warmth of him, but Ishida formed himself to slip out from under Ichigo’s arm. He put on his discarded drawstring pants and looked out the window. The sunlight danced across his pale chest as he asked “Would you like some tea before school Kurosaki?”
Ichigo’s brow furrowed at the question, well not so much at the question, but at the cool distant way the other asked it “Yes thank you.” He answered distractedly.
Ishida turned around cup and saucer in hand t see a sleep rumpled Ichigo snuggled in his bed the sheets slipping low on his bare hips. Ichigo smiled cheerfully up at him, and Ishida’s hand trembled a little causing the cup and saucer to clatter against each other. Ishida blushed faintly as hot desire flashed through him, before he tramped it down under a neutral expression. He mutely handed the tea to Ichigo and turned away to get his school clothes.
Ichigo watched him go with a frown on his face. He had seen the flash in Uryuu’s eyes, had seen the blush, had heard the cup rattle, but then it was forced into a neutral mask. There was obviously something wrong, but he didn’t quite get it. He heaved a frustrated sigh and glanced at the clock. Seeing the flashing red number he sprung out of the bed and raced to put his uniform on.
Still disheveled and trying to put on a shoe as he hopped Ichigo pounded on the bathroom door “Oi! Uryuu! School starts in 5 minutes we have to go!”
Ishida swung the door open causing Ichigo to topple over completely. A tiny smile fought through his neutral mask “I am aware of that Kurosaki are you ready to leave?”
Ichigo looked up at him as he slung a backpack over his uniform-clad shoulders. Shaking off his surprise he finished putting his shoe on and got up. “Alright lets go.” They raced over to school, feet pounding on the pavement and bursting into the classroom the second the bell rang.
The sensai gave them a disapproving look, but Ishida gave a small bow and walked calmly to his seat. Ichigo just staggered to his a couple of seats behind him.
“Now that were all present –“ the sensai said dryly glancing over the class “Please turn in your homework from this weekend” There was a shuffling of papers as the rest of the class got out their homework. Ichigo was pissed off to see that Ishida, the bastard, had done his work that weekend in between hollow hunting. Ichigo didn’t have his, he got detention as a reward for spending his weekend protecting the town. Ichigo thought harshly ‘well your fucking welcome people’.
The class passed slowly, and with much distraction Ichigo kept thinking of last night, and that morning. The sex was mindblowing, but he had to stop that train of thought before he got hard. Strange thing was he almost liked waking up with Uryuu pressed against him in his arm as much as the night’s…activities. Then he remembered Ishida’s strange behavior it took him a while to name what it was, he pulled away, but it wasn’t what he most wanted. That bit was obvious from how his hands shook. Ichigo scowled trying to figure out why.
Ishida meanwhile was likewise distracted, Ichigo’s scent was still on his skin and his mind kept replaying the feel of Ichigo, his lips around his cock, licking his skin, pulsing in him until Uryuu arched with a scream. Dragging his mind away from the delights of the night, he thought about waking up with Ichigo under his arm pressed against the warmth of his chest. Uryuu tried to memorize that moment so he would never forget, not even when all this came crashing down around him. That last part depressed him and he struggled to see again the warmth of Ichigo as he looked up all rumpled from the bed. Yes this, remember this his mind whispered.
The bell ringing broke them both out of their reverie.
Lunch. Uryuu picked up his bag and headed to the courtyard, found a suitable bench against a chain link fence and sat in the sun. Instead of food however he brought out his sewing, he needed the neat orderly rows, the constant pattern that holds him in the moment and always calms him. Push down pull through, push up pull through. The light flashed off the needle as he moved swiftly. Reaching that calm state, his lips softened into a slight smile before a shadow blocked his light. The slight smile turned into a sharp frown as he looked up at the looming figure, he raised an eyebrow when his eyes adjusted enough to the light to see it was Ichigo.
“What do you want?” Ishida asked neutraly though his heart was racing
Ichigo mutely reached down and grabbed Uryuu by the collar. Hauling the pale boy to his feet, Ichio claimed his mouth in a fierce kiss. Surrendering to the heat, Ishida dropped his project and knotted his thin hands in Ichigo’s hair keeping their mouths firmly sealed together as he pressed against Ichigo’s body. Ichigo let go of his collar, instead wrapping and arm around the other’s waist, and placing one of his hands in Uryuu’s back pocket. Breathless, they separated with a slight gasp.
“That is what I want baka.” Ichigo rumbled huskily “What about you?”
Ishida responded in a swift kiss, that was all the answer Ichigo needed.
Breaking apart once more Ishida rested his head against Ichigo “Uh Ichigo… you do realize you just kissed me infront of our entire class, and now they’re staring.”
“Oh right.”
“You didn’t plan on that did you.”
“I didn’t plan at all”
This for some reason made Uryuu smile. “Alright lets try it your way, make it up as we go along.”
Ichigo grinned “Then lets go reintroduce ourselves to the class.”
They turned, Ichigo held Ishida in front of him against his chest, an arm wrapped around his waist pressing against his belt buckle. Ishida leaned against him, and had an arm looped up to Ichigo’s neck. As they looked out at the sea of aghast, fascinated, and amused faces everything in their posture said ‘mine’
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