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Modern Science
Title: The Workings of Modern Science
Author: MusikVibe
Rating: Not for the kiddos.
Theme: 12) Modern Science
Summary: How did he do that?
Warnings: Bad Ishida...dirty boy Ishida...and flustered Ichigo...potty-mouth Ichigo...strangeness...
Disclaimer: Bleach would be one hot passionate porn show if I owned it.
“H-h-how does he get into those?” Renji says as he and Ichigo watch Ishida walk down the hallway, out of uniform. No, he was wearing a new type of uniform...just for Ichigo.
“Holy shit, Ichigo! He’s hot!”
“Hey fucker, don’t talk about my boyfriend like that. What would Byakuya say if he heard you say something like that?”
“I’d say I agree”, comes the familiar droll voice behind them.
“FUCKING HELL! What is with all the captains sneaking up on me? And why the hell are you talking about my boyfriend like that?!”
“...”
Scowling even more, Ichigo turns to look at his approaching lover, murmuring ‘bitch’ under his breath.
“Good afternoon Ichigo-kun, Renji-san, Kuchiki-san.” They can only nod.
And Ichigo, being the smart one he is, states the obvious. “You’re not in uniform.”
“How observant of you, Ichigooooo.” He practically purrs the ‘o’ at the end of his name. “I have something to give you. It is Valentine’s Day.”
The thought process of Ichigo is no longer processing actually conversations, just a bunch of words running wild. But who could think with Ishida’s lithe body wearing That?
The Quincy archer is wearing a tight, long sleeve blue t-shirt with the tightest black leather pants known to man. Ichigo is pretty sure that those are indeed painted on. But upon Ishida walking up to him and rubbing his leg on Ichigo leg, he was able to confirm that it was leather.
“Where did you get those pants from?” Ichigo grumbles out, still focused on the leather clad body.
“I made them, much like your gift. Would you like it now?”
“Where is it?”
“It’s in my pocket, but you’re going to have to search through all of them to find your present.”
Byakuya and Renji look on in interest as they watch Ichigo’s face go from being horny to perplexed.
“How is my hand supposed to get in there when your thigh is in the way?”
“It’ll fit; they aren’t as tight as you think though we will need to buy more lubricant. It’s regrettable because I had the vanilla-flavored lube shipped all the way from Mexico. It tasted so good.”
With that, Byakuya grunts intelligibly as Renji chokes on his own spit. “Could you hurry up? We’re ready to eat lunch so we can celebrate out own Valentine’s Day.” Renji say gruffly as Byakuya places his hands on his fuku-taichou’s hips.
“If Ichigo would hurry up, we can leave soon.”
“So I’m just supposed to put my hands in your pockets and fish around for my present?”
“Yes. This isn’t a hard concept to grasp.” Ishida is loosing his patience with the mildly dimwitted man. OK, so all patience gone, Ishida takes one of Ichigo’s hands and puts it on his hips, fingertips in pocket. “Now dig.” He whispers breathily into his ear.
With no hesitation, Ichigo squeezes his hand into the small, confining place. As he swishes around, he manages to gain his wits and do things that only Ishida would appreciate; such as lightly massaging the top of his thigh or trying to get closer to the inner thigh via the pocket. Removing his hand from that pocket, Ichigo smirks and uses his other hand in the other pocket, repeating the same pattern.
To Renji and Byakuya, Ishida looks like he’s in heaven: his eyes are half-lidded with lust, his mouth gaping open with little gasps coming from it, and the hand that he placed on Ichigo’s shoulders clenching with each movement of the substitute Shinigami. The two Shinigami want to turn away, but the sight is way too good to miss.
Meanwhile, Ichigo has left the front pockets and is now shoving his hand into the back pockets, not worrying whether someone is watching. All he knows is that Ishida is pushing his hips against his to get friction. Putting both hands into both of the back pockets, he grabs the archer’s cheeks and pulls him flush against him, earning a needy moan from the seamstress.
“Oh....more...” Ishida doesn’t care that the captain and vice captain are looking at him incredulously, nor does he care that he’s making all kinds of noises to get to all of them. Frankly, it’s fun to mess with the normally stoic captain and his hot-tempered subordinate.
Kissing Ishida’s neck, Ichigo pulls away smirking at how unraveled his boyfriend is. “Found it!”
Looking rather upset, Ishida murmurs a quick ‘I should have hid on my dick’.
“That would have been fun, but this was pretty fun.” Looking at the object in his hand, he squints at it.
“What is it?”
“It’s the latest or modern science; it’s a identity bracelet that has everything from your ID number to your last girlfriend or rather boyfriend’s address.”
“Why the hell would I need that?”
“In the event that some hollow or pissed off Quincy kills you and your body is found beyond recognition.” Ishida says step back from Ichigo and folding his arms across his chest indignantly.
“Somehow Valentine’s just turned really morbid, ne Byakuya?”
“It’s sweet.” He curtly responds turning and heading to the doors. Everyone, except him and Ishida, sweatdrops.
The last thing Ichigo says before they all proceed after Byakuya is, "I'm not a dog." Looking up, he realizes they're leaving him standing in the hallway staring at the silver bracelet.
Ishida looks over his shoulder and smirks as he calls, "Come, Ichigo", to which the orange-headed teen promptly runs towards him.
Author: MusikVibe
Rating: Not for the kiddos.
Theme: 12) Modern Science
Summary: How did he do that?
Warnings: Bad Ishida...dirty boy Ishida...and flustered Ichigo...potty-mouth Ichigo...strangeness...
Disclaimer: Bleach would be one hot passionate porn show if I owned it.
“H-h-how does he get into those?” Renji says as he and Ichigo watch Ishida walk down the hallway, out of uniform. No, he was wearing a new type of uniform...just for Ichigo.
“Holy shit, Ichigo! He’s hot!”
“Hey fucker, don’t talk about my boyfriend like that. What would Byakuya say if he heard you say something like that?”
“I’d say I agree”, comes the familiar droll voice behind them.
“FUCKING HELL! What is with all the captains sneaking up on me? And why the hell are you talking about my boyfriend like that?!”
“...”
Scowling even more, Ichigo turns to look at his approaching lover, murmuring ‘bitch’ under his breath.
“Good afternoon Ichigo-kun, Renji-san, Kuchiki-san.” They can only nod.
And Ichigo, being the smart one he is, states the obvious. “You’re not in uniform.”
“How observant of you, Ichigooooo.” He practically purrs the ‘o’ at the end of his name. “I have something to give you. It is Valentine’s Day.”
The thought process of Ichigo is no longer processing actually conversations, just a bunch of words running wild. But who could think with Ishida’s lithe body wearing That?
The Quincy archer is wearing a tight, long sleeve blue t-shirt with the tightest black leather pants known to man. Ichigo is pretty sure that those are indeed painted on. But upon Ishida walking up to him and rubbing his leg on Ichigo leg, he was able to confirm that it was leather.
“Where did you get those pants from?” Ichigo grumbles out, still focused on the leather clad body.
“I made them, much like your gift. Would you like it now?”
“Where is it?”
“It’s in my pocket, but you’re going to have to search through all of them to find your present.”
Byakuya and Renji look on in interest as they watch Ichigo’s face go from being horny to perplexed.
“How is my hand supposed to get in there when your thigh is in the way?”
“It’ll fit; they aren’t as tight as you think though we will need to buy more lubricant. It’s regrettable because I had the vanilla-flavored lube shipped all the way from Mexico. It tasted so good.”
With that, Byakuya grunts intelligibly as Renji chokes on his own spit. “Could you hurry up? We’re ready to eat lunch so we can celebrate out own Valentine’s Day.” Renji say gruffly as Byakuya places his hands on his fuku-taichou’s hips.
“If Ichigo would hurry up, we can leave soon.”
“So I’m just supposed to put my hands in your pockets and fish around for my present?”
“Yes. This isn’t a hard concept to grasp.” Ishida is loosing his patience with the mildly dimwitted man. OK, so all patience gone, Ishida takes one of Ichigo’s hands and puts it on his hips, fingertips in pocket. “Now dig.” He whispers breathily into his ear.
With no hesitation, Ichigo squeezes his hand into the small, confining place. As he swishes around, he manages to gain his wits and do things that only Ishida would appreciate; such as lightly massaging the top of his thigh or trying to get closer to the inner thigh via the pocket. Removing his hand from that pocket, Ichigo smirks and uses his other hand in the other pocket, repeating the same pattern.
To Renji and Byakuya, Ishida looks like he’s in heaven: his eyes are half-lidded with lust, his mouth gaping open with little gasps coming from it, and the hand that he placed on Ichigo’s shoulders clenching with each movement of the substitute Shinigami. The two Shinigami want to turn away, but the sight is way too good to miss.
Meanwhile, Ichigo has left the front pockets and is now shoving his hand into the back pockets, not worrying whether someone is watching. All he knows is that Ishida is pushing his hips against his to get friction. Putting both hands into both of the back pockets, he grabs the archer’s cheeks and pulls him flush against him, earning a needy moan from the seamstress.
“Oh....more...” Ishida doesn’t care that the captain and vice captain are looking at him incredulously, nor does he care that he’s making all kinds of noises to get to all of them. Frankly, it’s fun to mess with the normally stoic captain and his hot-tempered subordinate.
Kissing Ishida’s neck, Ichigo pulls away smirking at how unraveled his boyfriend is. “Found it!”
Looking rather upset, Ishida murmurs a quick ‘I should have hid on my dick’.
“That would have been fun, but this was pretty fun.” Looking at the object in his hand, he squints at it.
“What is it?”
“It’s the latest or modern science; it’s a identity bracelet that has everything from your ID number to your last girlfriend or rather boyfriend’s address.”
“Why the hell would I need that?”
“In the event that some hollow or pissed off Quincy kills you and your body is found beyond recognition.” Ishida says step back from Ichigo and folding his arms across his chest indignantly.
“Somehow Valentine’s just turned really morbid, ne Byakuya?”
“It’s sweet.” He curtly responds turning and heading to the doors. Everyone, except him and Ishida, sweatdrops.
The last thing Ichigo says before they all proceed after Byakuya is, "I'm not a dog." Looking up, he realizes they're leaving him standing in the hallway staring at the silver bracelet.
Ishida looks over his shoulder and smirks as he calls, "Come, Ichigo", to which the orange-headed teen promptly runs towards him.